Summary: AU. SLASH. Light refused the Death Note because he's MUCH more powerful than it. But, I won't reveal what it or HE is. He'd want to tell you himself. Oh, and what does this 'L' person have to do with all this? What's all this talk about soul mates, a magical bonding spell, angelic wings, and gold eyes? Well, Light knows all...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot! I do not own Elizabeth Browning's Sonnet 43, either.

Warning: Rated M! This story contains Slash and mentions of FemSlash, which is boyxboy and girlxgirl. Don't like, don't read. Oh, and Mpreg later on. Also: almost all the characters are the slightest OOC, since I can never ever get a character 'spot on'. (LOL British Kipz)

A/N: Holy fuck there is a lot of paragraphs in this one. I apologize for the extra-long chapter.

Also, expect the next chapter to be up quicker. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on theeeee…12th, of April, so, I'll be bedridden for a whole week. With nothing to do, but sleep/write/game. THANK YOU FOR READING! It means the world to me!

I seriously do love you all. I know a lot of authors say that, but I mean it.

p.s. there's a new poll up, darlings~

Warnings for this chapter: Cussing (both I and the story), and some-what graphic sexual content.

Sweet Intoxication

Chapter 24

The next morning was an eventful one, to say the least. Watari had brought the mate's breakfast to their room on a neatly done tray, but it had tipped over before the two had anything to eat. Watari apologized before cleaning the mess and left them alone once more. Once L decided to share a shower with the teen, Light was a little…anxious. He was embarrassed to share his private shower time with his mate, so embarrassed that his face went completely red when he accidentally dropped the bar of soap. He had left the shower, the small bubbles running down his soaked body as he covered himself up hastily. He immediately sulked while L laughed and teased his lover of being a 'drama queen', but comforted the teen afterwards with a small smile while Light gave him a small glare.

They kissed and dressed quickly before going down for some lunch, but Mello had joined them (not really joined, it was in more of a 'push Light out of his seat' kind of way), and the blond successor and his genius mate talked about things he didn't really care about. This lasted for over an hour, until Mello spotted Near. He simply got up and left when the albino came over to greet the three. Light gave him an apologetic smile, but Near only shrugged and left.

"At least he's trying," L had said while they watched the youngster leave the dining hall. Light muttered a small 'yeah' in agreement before they decided to take a walk around the building. The two simply enjoyed each other's company, letting their shoulders brush while they walked the halls of the large building. L had told Light about when he was a child, and how he used to have terrible nightmares that still haunt him, which explained his lack of sleep and odd eating habits. The sugary sweets and the late working nights; they're all to keep him from sleeping, to chase away the nights of waking in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. L didn't feel like sharing the details of the dreams when Light asked, so the teen simply accepted it.

March came and went, simply filled with endless nights of chatter and gazing at the stars through the large window, the pane of glass open a just a bit as they laid next to each other for warmth. It was one of Light's favourite things to do with L; just curl up next to him and listen to the way he explained each constellation, even though he knew them already. The way L's deep voice flowed smoothly off his tongue made Light shiver; his skin would prickle with gooseflesh as he searched for more warmth, but his face heated in embarrassment still, with being so intimate and close with his love. L either hid his understanding of Light's reactions to him, or was oblivious to them. Light found it to be amazing how much their relationship had changed; the cold, robotic detective actually cuddling another human being, with Light not being a sarcastic smartass. It was almost a miracle.

The trio of mates, Mello, Matt and Near, were ever so slowly progressing. Matt had invited Near to his room to play videogames, which the albino politely declined from both his inexperience of such activities and lack of social skills. Misa had thought it was rather cute how Near wore a small pink blush on his cheeks when Matt invited him one afternoon. Mello was as anti-social as ever, stalking around the halls and glaring at those who dared to look in his icy blue eyes.

April showers bring May flowers, don't they? In London they sure do, with all the rain that poured during that wet month. Misa had continued to talk endlessly with Sayu over the phone, just as she did last month. She had promised to visit her again soon, and that they would shop endlessly for a whole week. Light was happy for both of them, but also felt pity, for it was still a long wait until Sayu was of age. The model had expressed her feels for her young mate to her best friend, and how her heart ached to be with the young teen. She had mailed Sayu a small bracelet from England, and when she called very late at night, Misa didn't mind having her beauty sleep interrupted to simply listen to her mate's thankfulness and surprise, even into the early morning when the sun rose, painting the sky a light pink and bright orange.

That same day, Misa slept in past lunch and missed the adventures of Near and Mello, the anti-social, 'I hate everybody' blond was outside with Near. The top successor was outside in his rubber boots and coat, examining worms in the puddles when Mello came over, only to simply drop a small rock into the puddle. The action raised the settled dust in the liquid, which made it difficult for Near to see the pink worms. Instead of retaliating, Near moved to another puddle and began a new chart on his clipboard, writing things down with a soft sigh. Again, Mello plopped a rock into the puddle, but Near still looked passive as ever at the rude action. This cycle continued for almost an hour, even when Mello looked rather bored kneeling in front of his mate, tossing small rocks into the puddles. L found this to be odd, if Mello got bored of something, he left it alone. What the two were doing was something that would be put under the category of boredom, but instead of leaving, Mello watched Near with a blank face as the albino studied the worm's habitat and activities. When lunch was served, the two came in from the cool day and Mello pulled on Near's ear, making the albino glare after the retreating blonde.

Light and L had watched the whole ordeal from the second floor window, until L had begun to shower his mate's neck with small kisses. Light accused his lover of being a pedophile, but that did nothing to stop the detective at attempting to remove the teen's belt. It was when Light felt a warm hand grasp his growing member that they retreated back to their room for a rather satisfying romp between the sheets.

Now, two weeks from that day, in the middle of April, Light was lying in his bed, reading a novel that Sayu had recommended him to read. It was fairly nice; an action novel that didn't make him want to puke with all the gore that most usually had. He had just come back from dinner; it was seafood, and he had literally eaten until he had a stomach ache. It was long gone now, and he had to take a shower and brush his teeth to get rid of the lingering taste and smell.

The sun was slowly setting behind the trees when L had come into the room, shutting the door softly behind him and Light hear the familiar 'click' of the lock. His golden eyes rose from the book and watched the raven-haired male come towards the bed, crawling over to the teen and sitting in front of him. They simply stared at each other, two pairs of golden eyes, one blinking in confusion and the other looking determined.

The simple look made the teen's body heat up, like someone raised the temperature in the room. Light had been feeling…strange, all week. It started on Sunday, when he was reading the same book that he was now. It wasn't a dirty book in any sort of way, but it had simply mentioned the protagonist walking in on people having sex, and the teen burst into a blush, one that heated his entire body. He cursed his 'teenage hormones', even though it had be years since he last had them. He was almost two hundred, dammit; he should have stopped these 'stirrings' a long time ago.

The detective's pale lips opened, and in his smooth, velvet voice, he began to recite:

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…"

Light's eyes widened slightly with surprise, but lowered his book from his face to his lap. The detective leaned forward, hands balanced on the bedspread as he crouched on his bare feet, staring right into his mate's narrow eyes.

"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height…" Light's lips twitched at the corners, his gaze softening.

"My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight…for the ends of Being and ideal Grace…"

The teen's heart began to beat a little quicker now, his face heating as his lover continued to lean forward; their faces inches apart.

"I love thee to the level of every day's…most quiet need, by sun and candlelight…I love thee freely, as men strive for Right…I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise…I love thee with the passion put to use…" The teen's eyes drooped as the detective tilted his head, their lips barely touching but the small electricity between them caused Light's lower stomach to pool with a familiar feeling.

"In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith," his voice was a bit more stern now, but still held the softness, "I love thee with a love I seemed to lose…with my lost saints - I love thee with the breath," Light felt his lover's breath ghost over his flustered face and wanting lips.

"Smiles," he gave him one of those smiles that made Light melt, the kind that spread his pale lips and made his eyes light up.

"Tears," L gently brushed the pad of his thumb along his lover's cheekbone, acting as if there was a small bead of liquid there.

"Of all my life - and, if God choose," Light was a little confused at the mention of a higher power, since he knew L wasn't a religious man, but he brushed it off just because it was in the poem

"I shall but love thee better after death."

Light couldn't help himself, something inside him snapped and he knew he had to have the detective; he pressed his lips forward and caught his lover's in a searing kiss, feeling those familiar arms wrap around his waist as he wrapped his around L's neck, pulling him closer with both his limbs and tongue. The slick muscles slid against one another, doing the now-familiar actions of sucking and tasting.

L was the first to break the kiss, the lack of oxygen being too much for him. The teen's glazed eyes opened halfway, staring at his lover's pale face, their lips a bright red from the aggressive kiss.

"I take Light-kun liked the reciting?"

The teen nodded, but leaned in again to wrap his arms around his mate's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, "Very, very much…but, why?"

"I just thought I would surprise you," the detective muttered, his eyes closing with a small hum. The teen felt warm, almost hot against him…like he had a fever. A gut instinct told L that it wasn't a fever, that Light never got sick, and that it was something else. Before long, their lips were attached again, never parting except for the much-needed air.

Then, Light was suddenly on his back, his shirt long gone-he couldn't really remember how it disappeared, just that the room was much colder without it, and L's mouth was over his left nipple, sucking and licking without abandon.

The next ten minutes were fogged; all Light understood was that there was heat surrounding him, melting his insides. A skillful, slick tongue that drove him to the brink of insanity, along with the help of a few exciting scrapes of teeth against his sensitive tip.

"L," he gasped softly, grabbing the sheets in fists above his head, tangling his fingers in them. His spine arched with pleasure, his thighs quivering as noisy slurps and sucks filled his ears. It was disgusting; the way L seemed to be enjoying his actions, but, it did nothing to kill the teen's desire.

His length, red and now throbbing, began to seep his essence, coating the detective's tongue in his bittersweet flavour.

"L, please…" he felt his climax coming up quickly and without mercy, "Stop…"

Although it was a foolish request, he did, the tip leaving the detective's mouth with a faint 'pop', and L removed his own clothing, tossing it away while Light's golden eyes watched his mate's porcelain skin move over the defined, lean muscles.

His body tingled faintly, his heavy lids fighting to stay open and watch his mate slick his fingers—hey, where did the lube come from? Nevertheless, Light endured the torturous prepping; his sadistic lover's fingers stretching and prodding him relentlessly.

"L," he whined gently, rolling his hips as his lover brushed his sensitive prostate. Sex with L was always embarrassing; Light was always so…uncomposed.

And finally, L's hot tip was pressing into him, burying himself deep into the Dolia. Light wrapped his slim legs around his mate's waist, moaning almost uncontrollably as ecstasy filled his veins, pumping it to wherever the detective was; inside him, on his hips where he was gripping, his mouth that was sucking on the teen's collarbone…

The pace was soft and steady, simply to catch a rhythm before their movements became desperate and needy as Light gave embarrassing sounds of pleasure. Why was he always the loud one? Why couldn't L just scream and moan like he did?

The long, pale fingers dug almost harshly into the Dolia's pert rear, squeezing the round globes in his hands as Light continued to buck and arch in pleasure. It was suddenly over, all too fast for the teen's liking; with a final cry of his lover's name, Light released against their bare stomachs, burning L's skin with his hot seed. His thighs quivered as he slipped his cramped fingers from the sheets, his form trembling as he felt his lover's hot seed spill inside his sensitive body. His name finally fell from the detective's lips, and it caused the teen to shiver pleasantly at how it rumbled deep inside L's chest.

"L," he panted softly, his name the only word he remembered from his fogged mind. He wrapped his arms around the detective's shoulders, L silencing his lover with a simple kiss.

The teen shivered as his lover left him, but relaxed once he was taken under the sheets and into his mate's strong arms. His body continued to tingle and burn up as he was pressed against the detective's slick skin. It wasn't long until both Dolias were fast asleep, their bodies cooling as they continued to cuddle, holding each other until they needed some space during the night. What had caused this? Why had Light suddenly need to be close with his lover, and why did he feel so…excited that whole week?

Well, whatever it was, he had no clue.

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Light was always a rather patient person, whether it was someone that ate too slow, or walked like they had one leg, or were simply lazy…

But there was no way in Hell he was going to wait for that infuriating banging to cease its rapping on the door.

"Light! L! Wake up, my darlings!"

It was, as always, Misa banging on the door. Her small hand closed into a fist, banging non-stop on that oak door that acted as a barrier between the mated Dolias and the petite woman.

From the bed, Light tossed and turned in his lover's arms, a crease between his brows as he tried to block out the high-pitched noise called Misa's voice. He tried to convince himself that he still loved her too much to hurt her, but each bang on the door brought him closer and closer to ripping it open and strangling her. Or tying her hands and gagging her. Whichever was more qualified to stop her would make him a very, very happy man.

"…this seems like déjà vu," L whispered, taking the covers and placing it above his head to shield out the sun coming in and hitting his face. Light, if he weren't so annoyed, would have chuckled, but instead clenched his jaw.

"I got it last time, with Mello…" Light muttered, turning onto his stomach, rubbing his sleepy face into the fluffy pillow he laid upon.

L muttered something to himself in Arabic that sounded a little upset before finally slipping from the bed, placing a pair of boxers on before heading over to the door with his usual hunch.

"Yes, Misa-san?" he asked calmly once he opened the door. Light closed his eyes tighter and sunk deeper into the bed, hoping that he was invisible.

"Watari just told me to tell you or Light that breakfast is going to be over soon," she said in, what Light thought, was a too-happy tone. How could someone be happy at a time like this? His head was pounding and his stomach churned in either hunger or pain. He just wanted to sleep, but his best friend was keeping him from it.

"Thank you for informing us, Misa-san. We shall be down shortly," he said, and Light could practically feel his smile. He was too chipper this morning, too, and the teen knew why: a certain someone had sex with another certain someone.

"Ok! See you in a bit!" the bubbly blond giggled before dancing away. L shut the door gently, Light hearing a small 'click' to signify it was again locked.

"Do you wish to eat, Light-kun?" the detective asked, going over to the teen's side of the bed and slid in, wrapping his arms around Light, pulling him closer to probably steal his warmth. L's skin was already cool from the short trip to the door.

"No…" he muttered, sounding like a disappointed child who didn't get the birthday gift they wanted, "I'm going to sleep a bit longer…I'm not feeling too well…" he finished, turning his head to gaze at his lover through sleepy eyes.

"Alright," L whispered, pressing his lips gently to Light's forehead, "I will be going down to eat. I'll be back soon," and he left the bed, leaving Light beneath the comforter all alone.

"Ok…" he whispered, closing his eyes once again to cuddle the large pillow beneath him.

True to his word, L had left ten minutes later after taking a shower. The spray of the water in the bathroom had kept Light up, and with the curtains being open, it didn't help much to soothe him back into his slumber. He tried to sleep again, going as far as getting up and closing the heavy part of the curtains, but he found that even with everything silent and dark, he couldn't settle back into sleep.

He groaned and twisted his face when his stomach gurgled, making him curl up in slight pain. Why was his stomach hurting? Maybe he had too much wine last night; or the meal had upset his digestion somehow. His head throbbed again, and he felt something rising in his throat.

No…no, no, no, nononononono…he thought with wide eyes, throwing the blankets from him and rushing over to the bathroom, his meal from the day before coming up his throat. He threw the door open and tripped, landing painfully on his knees while he emptied his stomach into the toilet. His stomach muscles tightened with each wave of nausea, the acid in his bile burning his throat. Tears gathered into his eyes as the waves finally stopped, and Light wrinkled his nose at the smell.

He cursed under his breath and flushed the toilet, standing on shaky legs. Maybe he had come into contact with a virus, or had food poisoning. He did his best to stay away from the thought nagging in the back of his mind, instead going over to turn the lights on. He blinked to become used to the bright atmosphere, going over to the sink to brush his mouth clean.

I had seafood for dinner last night…it could have been under cooked or something…of course, there's no way I'd be-

The Dolia shook his head, spitting out the cinnamon flavoured paste from his mouth. He rinsed both the brush and his mouth, now wide awake. He thought of going to eat with his lover and Misa, but the thought of food only upset his stomach. Instead, he went over to the shower and turned it on, stripping in the cool atmosphere.

I guess there's no denying that I'll have to talk to mom and dad again…he thought with a frown, stepping into the burning water. He hissed and turned it a bit warmer until he was satisfied

But…what am I supposed to say? Sorry about leaving my fake family, dropping out of university, revealing my demon side, having four people, other than my mate, find out about me being a Dolia?...I think that about sums it up…oh, I can't forget the pleading for forgiveness and bracing myself for the more-than-likely punishment…

Light sighed and scrubbed his body raw; wanting to feel extremely clean for a reason he did not know. By the time he finished and left the steamy room, his skin was bright pink and he felt slightly better. His head was no longer throbbing, but his stomach was still upset.

Knock, knock, knock!

Furrowing his brows in both pain and confusion, Light went over to the door and opened it a crack, enough for him to look out.

It was Misa. Again.

"Are you ok, Light-chan?" she asked softly, looking up at him with worried purple eyes. "I heard you…umm, getting sick." She explained, a small blush radiating on her cheeks.

Light opened the door and let the Lolita in, closing the door softly behind her. "…It's probably just food poisoning, Misa…" he muttered, more to himself than the other in the room. He crossed his arms after a moment of thought.

Misa went over to the widow and opened the heavy curtain, letting the white lace curtain remain. Instantly, Light shielded his face from the blinding light, and when he had become used to it, he saw Misa nibbling her bottom lip as she thought.

"…Yeah, it probably is," she said, turning back to the window to let the teen change.

There was silence while Light dressed; ruffling his hair with the towel once he slipped into some comfortable pants and a thin shirt. He chewed the inside of his cheek and walked over, brushing the model's arm with his fingers. She looked up instantly, more worry in her eyes than before. She wasn't herself today, and Light didn't like it one bit.

"…what did you have to eat last night?" she asked in the same soft tone, searching his face for something.

"Some kind of lobster pasta," he replied softly, like he was scared to break the tense atmosphere.

The female fairy nodded and gazed out the window again, looking a bit dreamy. Light didn't know what to say to make her feel better, or be like the bubbly kid she always was. He knew what she was thinking, and there was no way to make her stop.

"So…" she muttered, looking down at her feet before looking back up to meet Light's golden eyes. She forced a small smile on her lips, "How was your night with L?" The question would have usually been cocky and teasing, but it was simply a question to fill the silence.

"It was fun," he replied with the same smile, clasping his hands behind his back.

"That's good to hear…" she whispered, and her face still held that worrisome look.

Light gave her a defeated smile and his shoulders sagged, reaching forward to grasp the model's small, bony shoulders. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around the small frame. Misa immediately wrapped her thin arms around the teen's lithe frame, pressing the side of her face to his chest, hearing his heart beat steady in his chest.

"Don't worry, Misa…" he whispered, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I can't help it…I mean, I know you two bonded already and everything, but…what would L think if it were to happen?" she asked, looking up at him, small worry lines forming on her face. What would L think if it were to happen? Light had never given it any thought before, and now that it was here, he was…scared. What if he were? It could change everything…

Misa fidgeted in his arms and Light loosened his hold; he had begun squeezing her a little too tight for her liking.

"…can you at least go to Beyond for me?" she whispered.

Light rolled his eyes, "Come on, Misa…it's nothing serious," he tried to convince her, but she was stubborn as always.

She glared up at him, "You know this is nothing to belittle," she snapped, but her face softened after a moment. "But…please? It'll put me at ease…and probably you, too." There was silence for a moment as Misa paused, "Light…you're shaking…" she whispered.

He was. His legs were struggling to keep him up, and his arms quivered as they held Misa. Light was scared, he'd admit that much.

"Please…" she whispered, rubbing her cheek into his chest.

"Yeah…" he said after a moment, "Yeah, I'll go right now…where's L?" he asked.

"I'll go get him," she said, looking up at him with a smile. The teen gave one back and she left him alone.

"Oh God…" he whispered, his face twisting into anxiety once the door shut with a bang. "What…what am I going to do…?" he asked himself, pulling at his hair. He began pacing, and when he brought his hands back from his head, a few strands of hair were between his fingers. He brushed them off quickly and watched them fall to the floor.

His heart was beating quickly in his chest, like a humming bird's wings, his pupils dilated as thought after thought raced through his head. Soon, his breath was coming out quick and short, and he was biting his lower lip so hard it turned white.

The door opened and Light turned to it, all of the signs of his panic attack fading when the detective stepped into the room with Misa following right behind.

"L…" Light whispered, rushing over to him and threw his arms around his lover, holding him tightly. L, caught completely off guard, stood there before responding to the crushing hold.

"Are you feeling better, Light-kun?" he asked. Light wondered if he was acting oblivious to the teen's troubles and his mild panic attack. "Misa-san told me about you getting sick…and she wants us to go see Beyond right away. Will you come?" he asked, letting the teen go when Light pulled away.

"Yeah, I will," he said, defeated, looking down at the floor while L took his hand and gently tugged him along.

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The walk to Beyond's 'office' was silent and tense. Misa held her arm the entire time, a sign that she was insecure and probably still nervous. Light looked uneasy and L's face remained blank. There was no way to tell what he felt at this moment, and it unnerved the teen. He wondered if Misa told him…

L stopped at, what Light suspected was, Beyond's office and knocked. A few seconds later, it was opened by a small child that none of the recognized, with a red nose and hair askew, coughing into his hand. His other hand held a floppy stuffed rabbit, its neck caught between the boy's chest and forearm.

"Yes?" the possible 6-year-old asked, looking up at the three standing there.

"We'd like to see B," L said in a calm voice, blinking his dark eyes down at the child.

The boy brightened at the mention of the man, "Doctor Birthday?" he asked with a small grin, but broke out in a fit of rough sounding coughs that wracked his small body.

"Yes," the detective said after the boy had finished. "Would you bring us to him? Light-kun needs to see him."

The boy looked at Light for a moment before looking at Misa. He blushed when he stared at the model.

"…you're really pretty," he mumbled, the blush reddening his small ears. Light managed a small smile and translated for Misa, who giggled.

"Thank you~!" she chimed in Japanese, blowing him a small kiss that only embarrassed him more.

"I'll bring you to B…come," he muttered, his face bright red as he opened the door fully and lead the way. The room was bright from the fluorescent lighting with barely any windows, curtains separating patients and unused beds. Small beeps from machines were heard, and it smelt of a hospital; soap and medicine, the sick, bitter, metallic taste that filled your mouth. Light wrinkled his nose in distaste; this was exactly like a hospital ward.

"He's in his office…and I don't think he's busy, so just knock and he'll answer," the boy instructed, his blush long gone. They stopped outside another door, but a fancy 'Dr. B, PHD.' was painted in the cloudy Plexiglass.

"Thank you," L said, and the boy left, most likely back to his bed. Light licked his dry lips and shifted his weight on his feet. Misa was giving a soft smile and small wave to a girl with a broken leg.

The detective knocked, looking rather put off by having to see Beyond. Light didn't blame him one bit.

The door swung open, and Beyond stood there, dressed in his usual doctor uniform, a small glare in his crimson eyes. It disappeared and was replaced with a rather curious expression.

"Afternoon, you three," he said in his gravelly voice, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "What brings you here today?" he asked, but it sounded more like a purr.

"Light-kun needs a blood test," L said in a bland voice, pulling the teen forward by the wrist. Light stopped himself before he could accidently bump his chest with the doctor's.

"I see," Beyond purred, his eyes shifting to the right for a second before settling back on the Dolia in front of him. "Come on in, Light-kun," he smirked, pushing the door open further. Light swallowed harshly and looked over his shoulder at his mate.

"Go on, Light-kun. I'll be right behind you." L said in a calm voice, and it soothed the nervous teen.

"Me, too!" Misa added in an excited, bubbly voice. Light managed a small smile before he headed into the office with the other three following.

The door closed suddenly and Light again grew nervous. He didn't mind needles at all…it was just Beyond that made him a little unsettled.

"Ok, Light-kun," Doctor B said, pointing to a table in the corner that was used to examine patients, "Lay down there while I get the vials," he said, pressing a button on the exam table. It went up so Light could recline while he laid down.

When B left, L had gone over to the teen that was attempting to make himself comfortable, "Why did you get sick, Light-kun?" he whispered in English, and Light was happy that Misa had no idea what they were saying.

"I don't know…" he replied in the same language, a dejected look on his face. He wanted to tell the detective his worries, but it would only cause the detective to become…uneasy.

"You can tell me, Light-kun," he said with a small smile. He could feel the teen's uneasiness, along with the wave of nausea this morning. Light squirmed on the table, and even with its plush cushioning, the teen was still uncomfortable.

"I just…well, it's not exactly easy to…umm…understand..." Light stammered, looking elsewhere as L bore his dark eyes into the teen.

"Light-kun…I have an IQ of 300…I believe I can understand anything you throw at me."

Light blushed at the detective's fussing, not wanting to tell him but decided that it was better for himself to tell his lover than to have L find out from Beyond.

"Ok...well-" he began, but Beyond had returned into the room before he could even start.

"Great, you're on the bed," B said, not sounding all too happy about it but came over with the rather sharp needle, and three vials. Maybe he needed just one and wanted to take shots with the other two.

That's sick, Light. Don't think like that…Light chewed the side of his cheek, watching Beyond sterilize and attach the needle to the first vial.

"I believe Light-kun has had this done before…" Beyond said, tying a rubber strap around the teen's slim arm. He ripped another sterilizing pad open with his teeth and brushed it on the inside of Light's elbow.

"Yes, I have…" Light said softly, looking at his arm while Beyond slapped the inside of his elbow to draw the vein up. Light gulped and closed his eyes as the needle was brought forth. There was a small, heavy pinch was on his skin and after a moment, he opened his eyes, seeing his lover wince.

"You don't like needles, L?" Light asked after seeing his lover's face.

"I don't…like how they feel," L explained slowly, holding the inside of his elbow.

The teen was confused for a moment. "Oh," he said, realizing his lover's words. L had felt the prick of the needle, too.

The three vials were finished within five minutes, and B had placed a small Band-Aid on the puncture. He promised to be back within an hour with the results and told Light to stay in the office with the others. Of course, he had commented on how smoothly Light's blood left his body before he left. Light shuddered when B had finally left the room.

Misa, who, during the entire time was reading a magazine, looked up at the two mates. "So, how are you, Light-kun?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm feeling better," he lied, and he noticed the detective give him a small glare. His stomach was still growling a little, but the thought of eating still disgusted him. "I told you it was just food poisoning…" he muttered, looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry…I just want to make sure you weren't-," Misa snapped her mouth shut with a look of worry on her pretty face.

"Wanted to make sure Light-kun wasn't what?" L asked, confused. He looked at Light, who gave Misa a disbelieving look. She immediately slapped her hand to her mouth.

"Sorry…it just…slipped out," Misa said behind her hand, a pink blush on her cheeks. Light sighed and turned to his lover, who still looked confused.

"Ok," he breathed, taking the detective's hand, and mentally rolled his eyes at how cliché this seemed, "Well…the whole reason we're here is because of Misa…and her worrying ways," he explained, shooting another look at the female. She muttered another 'sorry' before Light continued, "You see, L…since Dolias can have either male or female mates, we need a way to…repopulate, whether or not you have the same sex mate."

At this time, L's eyes widened but he didn't say a thing. Light suspected he knew what the teen was talking about, and started vomiting again…but with words this time around.

"So, because you and I bonded already and had sex last night and Misa has this complex, messed up mind that since we bonded and had sex last night and I got sick this morning, out of the blue, and the thought of eating disgusts me…and, and, since I'm the Dolia in the bond and not you, she…thinks I might be…pregnant…" he finished lamely, his shoulders dropping as he muttered the final word. His face had dropped as well, tears suddenly pricking his golden eyes as he watched his mate.

"L?" he whispered after a few moments, looking at the detective with curious eyes. His chest was suddenly in pain as he didn't respond. "Could you say something…please?" he whispered with a frown on his lips. The detective was unresponsive, only staring down at the paper-like sheets on the table. Light felt a tear roll down his cheek and he wiped it away sharply, so hard that he scratched his skin. He didn't care; he only continued to watch his quiet mate.

"Light," Misa whispered from her seat, looking at both of them with concern. Things had become so very real, so very fast.

The silence was deafening. It lasted almost ten minutes, with no one saying anything. It was just L, staring down at the sheets with Light staring at him, and Misa staring at them both.

Finally, and suddenly, L had opened his pale lips and raised his black eyes up to the teen.

"We're…going to have a baby?" he whispered the question in a simple voice, and he looked as if he was debating whether to stay or run. The teen was glad L had asked such a stupid but simple question.

But his chest squeezed and his lip quivered nonetheless, "I…don't know…" he whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. L had reached forward and snatched the teen's arms, pulling him into his chest. He wrapped his arms around his mate and Light grabbed the detective back, swinging his legs off the side of the table, clawing at his shirt in desperation as if L was the only thing keeping him there. "I'm so scared…" Light muttered in a shaky voice, a few words from bursting into tears.

"Don't be scared, Light-kun…" L whispered, petting his lover's hair with a gentle but firm hand, "We don't know for sure, so don't start acting as if you are." He said in an even firmer voice, not letting the teen move or inch away from his strong grasp. It wasn't as if Light wanted to, anyway.

Misa sat awkwardly in the corner, watching the two Dolias with curious eyes. "L…" she said, and L looked over at the model.

"Yes, Misa-san?" he asked in a calm voice, continuing to hold the teen whose face was pressed against his chest.

"…is something different now that you're a Dolia?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in question.

Light opened his eyes, but didn't see anything. All he heard was L's heartbeat and Misa's soft words. He waited for the detective to reply.

L looked hesitant to answer, but nodded his head anyway. "I can…hear heartbeats…" he muttered, and Light blinked. Heartbeats? What?

"Heartbeats?" Misa asked in the voice Light was feeling.

"Yes…when Light and I woke this morning…I heard two heartbeats. His and mine. When I began talking to you, I heard yours as well. There were three…and, when I went for breakfast, there were plenty more. I can't explain it…it's like small whispers in my ear, but, I can…feel Light-kun's. When I touch him…there are small thumps wherever our bodies touch…" he explained, and Light licked his dry lips.

"That's something I've never heard of before," Misa said, a little excited but still very curious. Light felt the same, but pulled away from the detective's loosened hold. "Have you ever heard that, Light-chan?" Misa asked.

"No…never," he said, looking back at his lover. L looked back and watched the teen lift his finger and place it on his lover's forehead.

"Feel my heartbet?" Light asked with a small smirk, feeling better from the change of subject. Misa giggled while L rolled his eyes playfully.

"Yes, I do," he smiled, taking the teens hand and placed it back on the bed. Light sat back, reclining on the bed-like table while Misa had gone back to reading her flimsy magazine. L settled for staring at his mate.

"You're feeling better?" he asked in English. Light swallowed his lie and shook his head.

"My stomach is still a little upset…but the dizziness is gone," he said, grabbing the detective's cool hand. His own were cool and clammy from having his nerves on edge, but he had become calmer since he began talking about it.

"L…" he whispered, looking at the detective timidly, "What…what if I am?" his voice was small, and afraid.

L had only stared back at the frightened teen, with a soft expression and spoke in an equally soft voice, "Light…" he began softly, "…if you are with child…because of our own actions, I will take responsibility, and do my best to raise that child with you."

"Are…are you serious?" Light asked, a little shocked. It wasn't as if he expected L to just get up and walk away, not when they had been through so much together, but…it was still shocking for Light to hear his lover say something so meaningful in public, with L having such a hard shell around others. Sure, they had an unbreakable bond but that didn't mean L would change overnight. L was L, the same man who was witty, competitive and strange; Light simply didn't expect L to say something so…momentous in the presence of another person.

"Of course I am, Light-kun," he said, "but, the question is, are you mature enough to handle a child?" The question was a little mocking, seeing as how Light had just become of age a few months ago. The teen gave his lover a small glare with his golden eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but again the damned doctor had burst into the room from the small space he was in before. This time, in his hands, was a folder with a simple 'Light Yagami' written on the tab. Beyond was snickering and giving each Dolia a sneaky glance, like he knew a secret. Light wasn't sure if Beyond was just playing with them, and there was actually nothing wrong with him.

Beyond stopped a few feet away from the detective and the teen, staring at Light with shining red eyes, "You think you're mature, Light-kun?" He asked, most likely overhearing the lover's small bickering. He gave the teen another chuckle, "Well, you better prove it…because somehow, you're pregnant."

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To be continued…

A/N: TROLOLOL I'm an evil bastard.

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