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Rain hit against the Kira Headquarters windows in a constant rhythm, dark clouds making the space more dreary than presumed possible. Shadows reached across the space, the constant hum of computers was drowned out by the sound, the illumination of the screens was the only light source in the room. By all means it should feel peaceful, lull the task force into a sense of tranquil from the unending patter of rain.
Light could only be so lucky from such a reprieve to his senses if it were not for the constant sniffling to his left. L had caught some form of sickness, he could only assume it was some flu strain. The detectives body was wracked with shivers, a heavy blanket draped across his hunched shoulders. It seemed even the infallible L was not immune to bouts of humanity in the ways of sickness. His fortress couldn't protect against germs, despite Wataris best efforts.
No matter how much the others had pleaded, L refused to take even a day for recovery. The task force kept their distance, all but Light, who had no choice in the matter. Ls side of the desk was littered with used tissues, various candy wrappers, as well as an untouched now cold bowl of broth. The blanket was a new addition, Watari had draped it over Ls shoulders after he has fallen asleep at the desk, his shivering threatened to make his sleeping form fall from the chair.
Light sighed, loudly and dramatically, hoping the purest form of irritation would ring in Ls head. He was not granted any time away from the detective, and he planned to make L regret it. Should Light find himself with Ls sickness, he was going to make sure he was bedridden for more reason than being sick.
"Could Light-kun please be quiet, interrupting my investigation with a tantrum will do nothing more than delay your release, should you be cleared of suspicion that is." His voice didn't have the same annoying quality to it, Ls exhaustion showed. And luckily for Light, L had instructed Watari to keep the lights off in order to not worsen his aching head. Speaking loudly would only prove to piss off the detective more than anything, and that is exactly what Light was aiming for.
"You can't work to your best ability while sick anyways, and now we have to suffer the consequences of your obsession with being right," he scoffed.
Ls eyes drifted over to his suspect, agonizingly slow as almost any movement he made was painful. "I am not sick, I am just tired."
"Bullshit, you've thrown up twice in the last hour," he said incredulously.
"Exactly, I was sick two times, I am not sick now." His sentence was ended with a bout of coughing. Making Lights face contort into disgust, L made no attempt to cover his mouth.
"Ryuzaki, if I get sick from you I swear…"
"I would assume Light-kun to have a much stronger immune system than I. I am not accustomed to being around so many people, and people bring germs." He enunciated his words with a dramatic sniff. "If Matsuda-san had not given me his germs I would be fine," he muttered under his breath.
"He sneezed once weeks ago, you can't keep blaming him." Light rolled his eyes, the detective was even more childish like this.
"Oh but I can, unless Light-kun would like to personally take the blame?" He fully faced Light now, blanket slipping from his shoulders. "I do recall you using my toothbrush just a week ago."
Light blanched at the memory, hating that L would continue to bring it up. "Wait, did you use it after I did?" He felt pure disgust now, L was rich enough to afford an entire building, the bastard could afford something as cheap as a toothbrush.
"I did not use it after you, but because mine was predisposed, yours was the only option."
Light gagged at the thought, Ls ridiculous "eye for an eye" philosophy went to disturbing degrees.
"It would seem Light-kun is the cause for my current illness, Kira has infected you in more ways than one."
Light grit his teeth, ignoring Ls goading was the smart thing to do, but no one pissed him off quite like the detective could. Still, he doubted the task force would fully blame him were he to punch L again, no matter how ill he was they would still understand. He was difficult to be around, even worse as a roommate, Light had never met someone so spoiled.
Watari was currently cleaning the mess strewn around their area, replacing the untouched soup with a fresh bowl. It was a fruitless effort, but no one could say he didn't care. He silently placed medication in front of L and left without a word.
Light had to resist rolling his eyes as he watched L childishly push the bottle over, making it clear he would not be partaking.
"You can't even attempt to help yourself get better?," he asked dryly.
"Light-kun should focus on the investigation instead of prying into my choices regarding my health."
"Your choice effects me as well." He held up his cuffed wrist. "When you said your spiel about you and I sharing the same fate, I expected something Kira related, not the flu."
L went into another coughing fit, whatever he would have retorted was lost. He no longer cared about annoying Light, more focused on breathing.
Light sighed again, reaching his keyboard to type in a message to Watari, the line was monitored but he doubted L would have any objections. He made a simple request, knowing he would receive no answer, if Watari accepted then he would be back in the room soon.
Some time passed, his father had rejoined them in the room, shooting L worried looks every time he dry heaved. His paternal instincts were most likely going crazy in his head, wanting to comfort L while reminding himself that L was an adult.
Watari came in once again, gently making his way across the room to deliver an artificial red looking beverage. Light assumed there to be an unholy amount of grenadine in the drink. L took it as soon as Watari had left his line of sight, slurping the drink in the way Light had become familiar. Within minutes, the drink was finished, L shivered from the cold liquid entering his body, actually making the move to fix his blanket.
"So you conspired with Watari to give me medicine?"
"You drank it when you knew what else would be in it, don't be so dramatic." He rolled his eyes, any form of kindness he showed the detective was met with suspicion, well, anything he did was met with suspicion.
His father assumed them to be friends, he would think it proper for Light to be cordial towards him. He had timed it perfectly, for Watari to bring a medicated drink to L just for his father to witness. He could keep up appearances and hopefully not catch anything from L as long as he was being treated. Light truly hoped the medicine would knock L out, give him some much needed reprieve from his presence. It would seem Ls determination alone was keeping him from sleeping, but his exhausted mind could only hang on for so long.
Soon the room fell to somewhat silence, the sound of droplets hitting the windows was soothing. Luckily L didn't snore in his sleep, he remained as he was, hunched over, head tucked into his knees as he slept. Giving Light exactly what he wanted, some quiet, he could retreat into his mind and the case without distraction. Make some progress without worrying over L watching his every move, every flicker of feeling on his face.
"Son, I think we should get Ryuzaki up to bed. It will do no good for his health in that position." Soichiros voice broke the peace, he spoke softly, so as not to wake the detective.
Being the perfect son was not easy, at least in the ways of pretending to be sympathetic to L, the bastard had put him through hell, he didn't care to make him comfortable. But his father couldn't resist feeling pity for the man beside him, everything about L made his father want to nurture him. He was sure L used his pathetic appearance to garner sympathy from the officers, all except Aizawa of course.
His mask slipped into place, having to play a worried friend and dutiful son. "I think that would be best father, but I have tried to convince him, he refuses to listen to me, even Watari. I'm not sure what else I can do for him."
His father looked troubled, concerned for his sons health as well as the detectives. L would hardly care what Light would suggest, chalking it up to him wanting to sabotage the investigation by pulling L away. Watari had made a rudimentary attempt, but L would have none of it, dismissing Watari curtly.
Soichiro sighed, looking at L with deep concern, his body still shaking as he slept. Light watched his father rise, crossing the room to where the two young men were, finding his resolve to take action.
L awoke to the sound of footsteps, assuming Watari was bringing his latest dose. Looking up at Soichiro with wide tired eyes. "Ah, hello Yagami-san, did you bring the report I requested?"
"Ryuzaki, you need to rest, you cannot work like this. The rest of the task force can handle one day in your absence."
L looked like a child who had been scolded, he essentially was a child being scolded, at least in Soichiros eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, but was effectively silenced from the stern look on Soichiros face.
Light was impressed, L must hold his father in high regard to go as far as to actually listen to him. L stumbled as he rose to his feet, giving himself a moment to be sure he would not void his stomach again. His father looked concerned once more, shooting Light a look.
"Light, help Ryuzaki to your room, I do not want to see either of you until tomorrow. Am I clear?"
He greatly respected his father, a man who truly cared for others, which sometimes went to annoying lengths. He once more had to play the part of friend, he hooked his arm around L, keeping the man stable. "Of course father." He smiled thinly, trying to keep the annoyance off of his face.
Soichiro looked at the boys once more, watching them leave.
"Your father is quite kind, a very respectable attribute."
Light would usually be quick to agree, however, he was distracted by L wiping his nose onto his sleeve. He breathed in calmly, counting in his mind in order to not just drop the brat and drag him by the chain to their room.
"You're not far from me in age I imagine, he thinks you're a kid in need of his care."
"I am his superior, he is not required to feel sympathy for me."
He rolled his eyes at that, trying to speed up Ls and his pace to protect his shirt from further disgusting damage. "Maybe if you didn't look like a kicked puppy then people wouldn't pity you."
"Puppy?" L sounded perplexed, losing the tone as he hacked into Lights shirt. He wanted to be the person to kick said puppy.
Light just grunted, dragging L along, he needed to shower, but would have to settle for just changing his shirt. They made it to their room, he impatiently input the key code, practically shoving L through the door. He wouldn't have to keep up the facade in their room, it was unmonitored, he didn't have to pretend to be nice to his captor.
"Light-kun is in a rush, am I really such a burden?" He had a teasing tone to his voice, sickness seemed to make him even more unbearable.
"Yes. The sooner you rest the sooner we can get back to the investigation." He noticed another red drink by Ls side of the bed. He hurried over, grabbing the drink and thrusting it into Ls hands.
He looked at it suspiciously, sniffing it for good measure, though Light doubted he was capable of smelling anything with the shape his nose was in. He fell onto the bed like a discard toy, the drink spilling on him in the process, fully ignoring Lights sound of irritation. He lifted what was left of the drink and knocked it back, gulping it down quickly.
Light grumbled as he climbed into the bed, grateful that Watari had left a few books for him, no doubt at his fathers request. He watched as L became a huddled mass under the blankets, just a shivering lump on their bed, at least he got a break from Ls ever watching eyes.
He grabbed the first book off the side table, flipping it open, it didn't matter what genre it was, he was happy for anything that could distract him. Watari must have chosen books from his personal collection, at least it was something interesting. The room was peaceful for once, the dim sky was the only source of natural light, bright enough to read without straining his eyes. He could always turn on the lamp once it became dark enough to require it, L was under the blanket and would have no objections to the bright light.
Light felt himself be lulled to a sense of sleepiness, the never ending rain outside providing a pleasant background noise. What was the harm should he choose to nap as well? L had a purposeful habit of keeping Light awake, either by eating loudly or waking him up randomly to ask an unnecessary question. His father would want him rested as well, he should take the opportunity while he had it. He placed his book down, placing himself under the covers, he drifted off, his last view being a dreary sky.
Light awoke to a room covered in darkness, his eyes blinking open from the pure discomfort he felt. Warmth encapsulated him, an overpowering and uncomfortable heat. He quickly realized the warmth was caused by the shivering detective who was currently clinging to him as though he was a source of comfort. After fully regaining his senses he tried prying L off of him.
"I will see this as an attempt on my life."
"You can't be serious, get off, take my blanket if you're so cold." He kept trying to push L away, his grip was like a vice, Light was sweating from the warmth.
"I'm freezing, surely you can accommodate me this once."
"You have a fever, you'll be cold no matter what, and you're going to make me sick as well."
"I will take whatever punishment is deemed necessary in your eyes." With that L went silent, resisting Lights feeble attempts to get away. He huffed in defeat, shouldn't someone as sick as L be weaker? This was ridiculous, how the hell was he so warm right now?
Light accepted his fate, considering telling the task force tomorrow that L himself was clinging to his suspect like a child. He doubted it would help with the handcuff situation, but at least he could be happy in the knowledge that the task force would continue to dislike L, maybe even his father would be less inclined to pity him.
Everything about this was uncomfortable, from the all encompassing heat to Ls bony body jabbing his own in ways previously thought impossible. No wonder he could be sick so easily, everything about him was unhealthy. L must neglect all of his needs besides what was necessary in the detectives eyes. He most likely only ate because Watari provided his needs for him.
Light could admire Ls dedication, though it seemed more like obsession, neglecting himself to the point of illness just for a temporary rush of solving the worlds hardest cases. But he couldn't imagine L doing anything else, being anything else without spiraling with lack of stimulation. Perhaps he could see the similarities between them. He was loathe to admit what he would be capable of without the proper outlets, he was fast tracked to be like his father.
The thought was troubling, it was exactly why L suspected him in the first place. Boredom was a hell of a drug, and for someone like him it was magnified, he could become like L, someone obsessively chasing the next release of endorphins. He wished he could consider it healthy, while L certainly did good with his profession, at the end of the day it was for selfish reasons.
But those that L helped did not care why he assisted them, they only cared that it got done. That was a realistic way of looking at it, L never claimed to be a paragon of morality. Light thought of himself, of Kira, could he do what Kira did with the same abilities? Logically yes but, morally? Light had a disregard for criminals, but that was a common notion, who exactly praised a murder? Well, people praised Kira, those who felt vindicated from his "justice" cared little for why Kira killed, they only cares that their loved ones were avenged.
He doubted L would be offended if he pointed out the similarities between him and Kira, certain L was well aware. It was the direct challenge that L was going against, wanting the thrill of catching something that more or less seemed impossible. Just as Kira would want someone like L dead for opposing him, it was all a game in Ls eyes.
It angered Light to think that L cared so little about actual justice, that he just wanted to be right. But he himself enjoyed the chase as well. Not only wanting to prove his innocence, but to best L by finding Kira first. He was truly no better than Kira or L, at least, that's what it may seem to others. Light wanted to do the right thing, wanted to put Kira away for murder, wanted L to face the same fate for his methods.
No, he wasn't like them at all, he wanted to help people, put criminals away for their crimes, he wanted to do it the right way, the lawful way. He could rival L in the detective world, use more humane methods, get L off the pedestal he crouched on. He smiled to himself, almost forgetting the situation he was in.
L had stopped shivering, was definitely asleep now, he breathed evenly against Lights chest, his grip had never loosened. It was a strange feeling, to have a grown man clinging to him, he thought with amusement at how angry Misa would be if she saw this. He must still be exhausted, if he was thinking of his situation so casually, he could at least find a semblance of humor in how he could mock the detective for his show of weakness.
He doubted L had any amount of actual shame in him as he would have put his comfort first regardless. Still, it was a nice thought. He lay, listening to Ls breathing, the steady rhythm was almost soothing, threatening to pull himself back into sleep himself. Ls slight shifting disturbed his rest, the man could never help himself from being a nuisance could he?
He felt L grip his shirt, pressing his face into Light further. His breathing was no longer even, Light waited for the inevitable vomit to seep onto him, but it never came. What the hell was wrong with the detective then? He glanced down to Ls face, nothing looked out of the ordinary, his face was still flushed from the sickness. His mouth fully opened now, Light cringed, hoping L would settle back down, he must be having a dream of some sort.
He had never witnessed L in REM sleep, never thought the man was capable of resting for that long. It was almost strange to see him so unguarded, though he was anything but relaxed. Jostling Light with his movements, he was just about to wake L from whatever his subconscious had conjured up until he heard a sound he never thought the detective could be capable of.
Light went rigid, L had moaned, made an actual noise of pleasure, all while plastered to his suspect. There was no way he could be mistaken either, he felt the physical evidence of Ls arousal. His face flushed scarily close to the same shade on Ls face. He wished he had fallen asleep so that he didn't have to witness this.
His discomfort was worsened, while logically he knew it was the detective who would bare the brunt of embarrassment, Light was still the one listening to his technical boss having a wet dream.
He endured longer than truly necessary, his eyes snapped wide as he heard something that vaguely sounded like his name. This bastard had the audacity to act like he was the criminal when he was having a sex dream about his teenage suspect? He tried yet again to free himself from Ls grip, waking the detective up in the process.
"You are quite the rude bedmate Light-kun," he spoke groggily. Tiredness laced heavily in his voice, blinking his wide eyes open.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, I was resting like I was instructed, but Light-kun seems hellbent on sabotaging me." He closed his eyes as though he was going back to sleep.
"You were having a sex dream, whilst clinging to me, might I add." His patience was wearing thin.
"It's a natural phenomenon that I can't exactly control." L seemed annoyed by the conversation, having to state the obvious to his suspect that was supposedly his intellectual equal.
"Mhm, and calling my name during your dream, what's the natural explanation for that?"
"You are my suspect in a high profile murder case, I am constantly thinking about you in some way, I have no control over my subconscious." L was fully back to wakefulness, staring into Lights eyes with a bored look. "Light-kun is aware I can feel his reaction to my unconscious actions?"
Light bristled at that, he could give no real argument that the detective wouldn't throw back in his face. "Obviously I would be pent up in my situation." He had no true privacy to speak of, even if he waited until L was asleep there was no guarantee he wouldn't be mocked.
"Light-kun can't even imagine that I might be as well? This isn't any easier for me than it is for you." He looked away for a moment, as though considering his next words. "I don't mind if you don't, it may actually help me warm up." L spoke the sentence slowly.
"What are you talking about?" Was L seriously suggesting?
"Sex," he deadpanned.
Light stared incredulously at the detective, not expecting him to say it. What the actual hell was happening, was this some kind of test? Who was he kidding, everything was a test when it came to L.
"We- you shouldn't have sex in your condition, it won't do you any good."
L laughed slightly, causing him to start coughing harshly. "It would do me plenty good, well, depending on your skill that is."
"Ryuzaki you can't be serious, there are so many reasons why this is a terrible idea, your health being the main problem."
"All that really matters is two consenting adults. I highly doubt you would be eager to tell anyone on the task force anyways, especially your father. Go ahead, tell me you don't actually want this."
Light thought about it for a minute, he really did, weighing the pros and cons of sleeping with L, the only thing that annoyed him was he was most likely going to get sick. It was inevitable he would become sick, why not shake at least one frustration?
He made up his mind pinning L to the bed firmly, making his intentions clear.
"Sexual dominance, how original." He said it with a smile, as though he already calculated exactly how this would go, knowing Lights every move.
"Are you saying you want to switch positions?" He barely cared how this would go, just knowing some release was better than none.
"No, but as we both established, I am rather ill, so you will be tasked with most of the work. I'm sure Light-kun is up to the task?" L spoke in a playful tone, though it was muddled with coughs. It was clear it strained him to speak more than necessary. "I am content to just lay here and take it."
Light cringed at his words, not liking the implications in the slightest. "Don't say it like that."
"What? I am 73% positive you have had a fantasy of me being submissive."
He scowled, any answer he gave would just go towards Ls perception of him as Kira. It was completely normal for him to be dominant in the bedroom, it would be completely normal if he wasn't. No matter what way he leaned towards, L would find a way to spin it back to Kira. The detective didn't seem to have any qualms about sleeping with his suspect, probably didn't see Light as anything more than a tool to get himself off.
It could be a mutual feeling, Light felt no real attachment to L as a person, he could trick his mind into thinking he was having sex with Ryuzaki, his coworker, not his captor. Allow himself to feel a connection to Ryuzaki, someone who he actually cares for, a friend. He was Light Yagami, a guy who was going to have sex with his friend Ryuzaki after they both expressed mutual interest, all he had to do was be himself.
"I'm going to get sick anyways so is it alright if I kiss you?" He didn't want to increase his chances, but it would help him stay in the mood.
"Light-kun may do as he likes, no visible marks. Unless you would like the task force to know of course."
He rolled his eyes at that, Ryuzaki wouldn't want the task force to be aware of this in the slightest, workplace relationships aren't professional.
Ryuzaki opened his mouth as though he was going to say something else annoying, in that moment Light surged forward, covering Ryuzakis mouth with his own. Saving himself from more mind games that were most likely meant to be foreplay. He tried to not cringe from the medicinal taste in Ryuzakis mouth, a disconcerting cherry flavor. He worked their mouths together, noticing how little effort Ryuzaki was making in reciprocating the kiss.
"Since you're still feverish do you only want me to remove the essential clothing?" He spoke through kisses on Ryuzakis neck, unable to stand the taste of his mouth any longer.
"Light-kun is surprisingly thoughtful."
He could never just give an outright compliment could he? L was continuously trying to ruin the fantasy he had conjured in his mind. A workplace affair with someone with mutual affection. L would want him to be aggressive, to feel inadequate, he wants Light to show him his worst. He won't give the brat the satisfaction, he will be a proper lover, gentle and caring.
He can ruin Ls enjoyment of this by simply not playing the part he wants. Treating L as though he truly likes him will remove the satisfaction from L, physical pleasure but deeply unsatisfying in his sick mind.
He smiles fondly as he gently pulls down Ls jeans, being careful in his movements as Ls feverish skin is no doubt sensitive. He expects the thoughtfulness to have turned L off, he suppresses a laugh that the detective is still very much aroused, though he should be disappointed.
Light kissed the soft skin of Ls stomach, he had never taken any note of the mans body, barely glanced at him when they shared a shower. He had no reason to give L any more attention than he had, L was hairier than expected. He was unfazed of course, he knew the man barely did anything in the ways of grooming, why would his body be any different. Light found himself actually enjoying how natural Ls body was, how real it felt under his fingers and lips.
He bit Ls bony hip, his skin was uncomfortably warm. He spared a glance at the detectives face, the man looked uncomfortable, most likely due to his fever. Light enjoyed the thought that he was dissatisfied by Lights actual attempt at foreplay.
He set to work stretching L open, the scorching heat of his insides a preamble to how it would feel on himself. He didn't truly care for Ls comfort but had to keep the appearance up, though he knew L was aware of his deception. He opened L carefully, sucking his dick into his mouth as an added distraction. L made almost no noise, just coughing at random intervals, his convulsions forcing his dick deeper into Lights mouth as he worked to accommodate the movement.
At a particular rough fit Light actually gagged from the force, L mumbled a false apology, more so out of politeness than actual remorse. L didn't have control over his sickness, he had to remind himself.
He used the excuse of choking to stretch L roughly, eliciting the only true noise of pleasure from the detective. He issued his own apology, sharing a knowing look with L, he was met with a wry smile.
Light pushed a third finger inside L, hitting his prostate in the process. He continued opening L up, giving him pleasure the way a good lover should. Kissing along his thighs now that he doesn't feel like being choked by Ls convenient thrashing.
"Are you ready?"
"I was ready two fingers ago, it would seem Light-kun is diligent in all things."
He ignored that comment, only caring now about getting himself off. He opened Ls legs further apart, knowing the detective was going to make no move to make this easier for either of them. L was sucking on one of his fingers, looking utterly bored. It didn't matter, Ls pleasure wasn't his true concern.
Light pushed in, he had never fucked someone who was actively sick, Ls insides were scorching. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing he was most likely going to worsen Ls condition by exhausting him further. While L wasn't mobile in the slightest, he looked worn and tired from the act of being filled by Light.
He promptly attached his mouth to Ls neck, not really wanting to look at him, or be coughed on any further. His thrusts were steady, being careful to be insistent while not being rough. Taking away any joy L would get from profiling him was important for more reasons than one.
Avoiding looking at L was becoming impossible, the man made so little sound he was starting to think L fell asleep. A blow like that to his ego was not going to happen, he leaned back as though he was trying to get better leverage for his thrusts. L was staring blankly into his eyes, he looked as he always did, except for the flush on his face. Light knew it wasn't from pleasure, it was creepy the lack of reaction he had from having a dick shoved into him repeatedly.
"Can you please not act like a corpse. If you aren't into this I'll stop."
L faked confusion. "Light-kun is doing a very good job, is that what you wanted to hear?" His voice sounded the same, barely out of breath besides when he was coughing. To any onlooker it would appear as though L was unaware he was having sex at all.
"It doesn't exactly sound like you're into this at all. I don't want to fuck someone who doesn't want to be fucked."
"I'm just not a vocal person, what do you want me to do? Moan like a porn star? Tell you you're the best I've had?"
Light refused to give him the satisfaction of being annoyed. He was expecting at the very least L to sound like he was having sex, not just laying like a doll.
Ignoring his annoyance Light kept to his task, pushing Ls thighs up to his chest so he could reach deeper. Hoping to induce a coughing fit so that L would grip him tighter.
L made a point to keep unending eye contact, staring into Lights eyes in his standard unnerving fashion. He quelled his anger at how unaffected L was acting.
Pushing Ls legs closer to his own body, L was effectively bent in half.
It would seem L was just as intent on ruining this for Light. His face remained the same, unchanged and unemotional. He opened his mouth slowly, keeping his expression the same as L started moaning loudly. Arching his back to accommodate Lights length.
Light wished he had stayed silent and unmoving. Watching a man moan with a vacant expression was unsettling, the fake sounds of pleasure filled the room.
"You're really not helping."
L smiled, not stopping his false enthusiasm, throwing his head back with another exaggerated whine.
The detective was going to make him soft if he kept this up. Light grabbed his head, forcing their lips together to silence L. Enduring the cherry flavor was worth it if it meant he didn't have to listen to L trying to unnerve him.
He was getting close, sex had never been such an ordeal. He released Ls lips so he could cough again, reeling back so he could avoid inhaling more germs. Gripping Ls hips he closed his eyes, focusing on finishing instead of ruining his chances by looking at L.
Taking one hand off to help L along, at least he could keep up the facade of a dutiful lover. Feeling Ls legs move to wrap around him, he was effectively trapped inside, cumming inside L was not the plan but the detective seemed insistent on it happening.
Grunting with his last few thrusts he came, yet felt deeply unsatisfied as a whole. He wiped his semen covered hand onto the sheets. Eyeing L with an annoyed look as he was finally released.
"I figured it would warm me up," he answered the unasked question.
He sighed dramatically, gesturing for L to get up. "Come on, you're filthy."
"I am content to sleep like this." And with that he rolled over, grabbing the comforter to wrap it around himself.
Light wasn't about to argue, if L wanted to be sticky then that wasn't his problem. He slid as far away as he could on the bed, hoping L wouldn't try to cling to him again for warmth. Staring at the wall as he considered what just happened. He had truly gotten nothing out of sleeping with L. If anything, he was more frustrated than before. Finally, he closed his eyes, intent on forgetting the whole ordeal.
Light woke up hours later, shivering, a familiar scratch in his throat. He sighed loud enough to wake the detective. L rasped out a laugh at the state Light was in, only being silenced once Light lobbed a pillow in his face.