In hindsight, Light supposed that his current situation had been inevitable.

Well, to some degree at least.

Being chained to another man that simply infuriated one to no one end could only result in an eventual confrontation. Using sexual means to appease the tension seemed only natural.

Light stared down into L’s face, tight and concentrated as the man fought down the whimper in his throat, and thought that yes, sexual means were indeed quite natural. A small smirk flitted across his face, and then L was pulling him closer - moaning in a restrained way - and he was lost in the sensation of losing himself to instinct.

Their lips found each other and both males began to take what they could from the other. Teeth clashed and bit, and lips sucked and assaulted - and Light suddenly realized that he was becoming far too attached to the situation. The realization seemed to jolt through his body in an unyielding electric current that stung his every nerve, and he slowed the frantic rocking of his hips despite the protest of his body.

Heaving hard breaths, the light-haired boy pulled his face away from L’s and observed the detective’s bare chest lift and fall - watched intently as labored breaths found their way from his lips in a colorful array of sounds - all of which Light rather enjoyed.

As he was slowly being pulled back into the illogical state of lust, Light had to remind himself that he had an objective. The cold heavy weight of steel on his wrist pulled, and L gazed up at him curiously. His eyes were wide and questioning - oblivious.

Light pulled out, - left the warm tightness that he knew he would never get enough of - releasing a restrained groan, and thrust into L even harder, smirking when the man’s hands tightened on his back - nails digging impressions into his back -- claiming him.

It was interesting, he mused as he finally gained control again and bit down on the detective’s collarbone hard enough to draw blood. Very interesting.

Who ever would have thought that the stoic detective could be so… expressive.

“Light-kun…” rasped L as he wrapped his legs tighter around Light and clenched his eyes shut.

Light fought down his initial reaction to buck his hips in response and instead raised an eyebrow, lifting his head to look at L - hid the smug expression on his face. “Yes?” he asked quietly as he moved his manacle constrained hand to brush a few strands of damp hair from his lover’s face.

His lover.

He’d somehow manipulated L into believing that they were lovers. How intriguing.

“Please…” And Light couldn’t help but grin as he began to push the man beneath him into oblivion because he was begging - pleading - asking for something only Light could give him. The knowledge of his control over the withdrawn man pooled in his stomach in a warm feeling of lust, and Light bent low in response to the feeling - traced the shell of L’s ear with his tongue.

The bed creaked, and L’s hand flew to grasp the headboard desperately, and he pulled the chain connecting them taut - and Light hoped - fucking prayed - that his father wouldn’t make an untimely arrival at the hotel because that would be odd... And then cold metal was brushing over his chest and Light gasped quietly - forgot about any and all concerns.

They were getting close. He could feel L’s desperation as the small man began to push back with urgency. His eyes were locked on Light’s face, his expression almost affectionate, and he brought his other hand - the one not grasping the headboard - to brush Light’s cheek.

Warmth like fire began to crawl through his body, setting his nerves on fire, and placing his mind on the brink of insanity, and Light wasn’t sure he could take anymore.

“You’re beautiful,” L breathed, and suddenly his head was thrown back and both his arms jerked to wrap desperately about Light’s slender form and he was crying out so loudly that Light could feel the completion in his tone.

He tried to hold on - to ride it out until the very last possible second - but L’s body was trembling beneath his and he couldn’t help himself from driving into L so much faster -- so much more fervently.

And he was getting so close it hurt and then L pulled him into a warm, comfortable kiss and Light couldn’t take it anymore.

With unison frantic calls of the other’s name, both boys suddenly went limp - Light collapsing onto L, boneless.

And as fast as it had started - a bruising kiss on Light’s part to shut L up - it had ended.

Light sighed into L’s pale shoulder - gathered his wits and dragged himself back into place with too much effort - and finally a small smirk that was so characteristic of him passed his lips because it was only a matter of time before L’s trust became so unconditional that he would unchain his light-haired lover.

“Light-kun?” L intoned suddenly, his voice soft and stoic in the silent bedroom.

Light lifted his head, schooling his expression to one of content curiousity as he hummed in a satisfied breath of voice, “Hm?”

His eyes dragged over L’s face and he saw a hardness there that he did not like in the least and, instead of allowing his eyes to narrow suspiciously, as he wanted to, Light drew his eyebrows inward with worry. “Is something wrong?” He brought his hand to L’s face and tenderly pushed back the man’s damp unruly hair, forcing his normally irritable touch into tenderness.

“Yes,” L said in a plaintive tone - ignored Light’s soft contact. “The possibility of you being Kira has raised to 85%,” he murmured with a reluctant expression, then pushed away from the younger boy and began sifting through the discarded clothing on the floor in search of his underwear and jeans.

The chain pulled tight at the distance between the two men.

Light felt shock widen his face and he sat up, outraged. “You examine my actions for Kira-like tendencies even during sex?” he demanded incredulously, scowling at L, who winced slightly at the anger in Light’s tone.

“Light-kun…” he tried, his face almost sympathetic as he finished pulling on his pants and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his knees to his chest and worrying his thumb.

“Yagami-san works just as well,” Light snapped, arms crossing over his chest - jerking L off balance. He almost felt a cruel smile of delight cross his face as the detective fell to his side with a small sound of disgruntlement.

“Light-kun,” L insisted, shifting awkwardly back into a seated position without hesitation and pushing his face close to Light’s - looking into his eyes and searching, his expression almost childishly primitive as he stared at Light as if seeing something for the first time. “My first priority is the Kira case--”

Light sneered at L, asking, “Then why would you tell me, who you believe of being Kira, that my actions during sex have increased suspicion upon me?”

And L’s eyes widened as he pulled back, allowing Light his space, and began biting his thumb contemplatively. “I…” he paused and stared into Light’s eyes, “felt that I owed you the truth.”

Light scoffed at that and clenched his jaw tight as he glared ruefully at the wall beyond L’s head.

So the seemingly naïve detective had realized the sex was only a way for Light to manipulate him, or so it seemed. The light-haired teen felt his anger grow at being outsmarted and he tried very hard to quell the resentment welling within him.

A tentative touch to his shoulder found Light tensing and slapping the hand away viciously. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed and moved to the opposite side of the bed.

Part of him wondered if perhaps he truly was insulted that L hadn’t fallen for his charm and bedroom skills.

“Light-kun--”

“Yagami-san,” Light corrected coldly.

“Fine. Yagami-san.” L turned so that he was facing Light and the youth found less pleasure than he would have expected in the troubled look on the detective’s face. “My suspicions are no indication of my feelings,” he said; his mouth was drawn downward as he stared at Light anxiously.

“Forgive me, Ryuuzaki,” Light replied sarcastically, saying the fake name emphatically, “for thinking that trust is a vital component to any relationship.”

L looked as if he wanted to protest - say that he did trust Light - but he snapped his mouth shut at the last second and smiled sadly at the teen, who he believed to be suffering from a sudden feeling of betrayal, not childish resentment at losing.

“I trust Light-k-- Yagami-san,” L said slowly, “but I do not trust Kira.”

“Yet you believe we are one and the same,” Light countered, his tone bitter. He felt a sudden urge to demand the chains connecting them be released so he could leave the room because he didn’t think he could stand the overwhelming feelings of hate coursing through his veins - fueling his need for violence.

“Your feelings are hurt,” L observed with an apologetic tone and he moved slightly so he was farther away from Light.

Light felt his expression further darken and he bit back a sarcastic retort in favor of looking away from L, lest his sarcasm become something much worse. “Leave.” he growled, hoping that perhaps L, in his guilt, would acquiesce.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do that.”

“Fine, then shut up and pretend you’re not here.” Light turned a threatening expression on the dark-haired man.

It seemed L was willing to fulfill that request because he did not reply through words, but rather nodded his head in silence.

And as the time passed with neither male speaking, only sitting in contemplative quiet, Light realized that, in hindsight, this situation - a fight between two geniuses that hated losing - had been inevitable too, and he had the distinct feeling that he should have foreseen this.