Dear, Selene, when you go on your fanfic profile you will find this story posted and forever love your bff Alicia lmao don't be mad, you know it's good! love you kiddo!

Why helllooooooo world :3 This is what I found on Selene's laptop while flicking through some of her work...we have recently been watching some DN (works well cuz I like Light and she fangirls the fuck outa L) soooooo I suppose she wrote this sometime in the past couple days maybe? Who knows lol, its deff from L's POV and I think it's good...but she'd too scared to post it so I did it for her YAY FOR BEST FRIENDS XD lmao oh well, R&R you crazy kids!

Ps. obviously we don't own Death Note... otherwise Selene would write the scripts and they'd be very kinky and fantastic and L wouldn't have died...and Light would have gone out more like a boss.

anywhoooo love you Sell, don't hate on me! ,

-Alicia-

Part of me knew, even while grasping the pillow above my head, even while clutching at the flexing, sinuous shoulders, that Light was Kira. The percentage had been rising significantly from the moment the eighteen-year-old pushed me into the bedroom mattress of our "apartment" the first time.

Submitting to Light Yagami – or anyone for that matter – was simply not the way I played my games. The fact that Light was a suspected to be, no, the fact that Light is Kira only makes me a complete idiot.

"What're you thinking?" Light's voice was a hiss under the strain of his own ministrations. My silence was to spite him, usually it was I who clouded the minds of my adversaries – never was that to be reversed. "L." He snarled out through his clenched teeth, hands moving up my torso in the most delicious way.

I was not new to this, sex, well, not with Light. No, our coupling was quite rare but it did occur, and had been occurring with increasing frequency. Often I reflected upon our bouts of intercourse, mostly when he spoke of his girlfriend, Misa. She is not pleased about the ever present link between Light and I: the handcuffs. They were not my most ingenious idea, that I will admit. I often am curious to know how she would react if she were to know her handsome boyfriend were here, with me.

Misa was not my current problem however. I swallowed the groan that had been gradually forming within the confines of my chest, resisting the urge to arch into Light's urgent palms. His glimmering russet eyes fixed on me with an animalistic hunger that made my spine twist in pleasure and in apprehension. I opened my mouth to announce that his percentage had just risen yet again due to the sick enjoyment evident in his gaze as he made me writhe. I only did this to aggravate the youth, I knew he was Kira, and if his deductive skills were as strong as I assumed, then he too knew that I was resolute about his guilt.

I sat up against his smooth fingertips, my own fingers twining in the perfect auburn locks artistically ordered atop his head. The moment our mouths met I felt that familiar despair form in my gut. I had been resisting it for quite some time to be honest, though I am not a fragile man, I am well aware of my own weaknesses. This...dismal feeling had formed perhaps two months ago, the second time Light and I had indulged ourselves in this way. I would never admit it aloud, and I have absolutely no intention of discussing the matter with the young Yagami any time soon – if ever. But if I my prediction was correct, which I knew it was, then I have been progressively falling in love with a serial killer. Light was Kira, I knew this, and still–

Light sunk his teeth adamantly into the flesh of my bottom lip. He did not cause me pain, the pressure was actually quite pleasant, but the way he halted my thought process so effortlessly was definitely something that could not be a reoccurring incident.

And so it began: the struggle for dominance. Light despised losing, especially to me. When I fought back against his teeth with a forceful kiss of my own, I could almost taste the frustration on his tongue. The gentle caresses that he had previously been showering upon me turned into something more aggressive in seconds. Light's hands pressed firmly against my skin, my jeans and thermal long since discarded, I knotted his silken hair around my spidery fingers in response. The low growl that stirred in the back of his throat made my heart race, my breaths coming a little shorter when he harshly withdrew to yank at the buttons of his blouse. As the tanned skin became exposed I claimed it, tongue dragging over the faultless flesh, taking thorough pleasure in the way Light's hands began to tremble along the way.

I was not surprised that Light was a rough lover, he was Kira after all, but he was not selfish, nor was he exceptionally abusive. His tenacity transferred from his work to the bedroom with little stimulation. This was only another appealing trait to me. If you must, call it self-destructive, but his inability to resist my challenges only made me want him more, it was no different than his intelligence. Oh Light, you could complete me in the fullest, if it were not for that single out-standing flaw – one I will never be able to overlook: you're him.

I moaned against his chest, angry at myself for the lack of self control, angry at him for being the bane of my existence. Light carded a hand thoughtfully through my hair, before his free hand shoved me back into the sheets. His flesh was heated when it met with mine, his chest colliding with my own as he gasped for air against my lips. With his blouse unbuttoned, the finely outlined muscles it had been secreting were revealed; Light was not extremely built – though he had the physique of an athlete. His strength was mainly in his upper body, which ultimately gave him the advantage in this position, he could pin me easily while he was above me.

An impatience I had previously been ignoring beckoned me, quarrelling with coherent thought the instant Light ground his hips down against mine. I realized with mild mortification, that my boxers were gradually becoming far too constricting. I did not have to voice my impetuosity fortunately, as Light wriggled free of his trousers his slender fingers hooking into the elastic waist of the grey cotton that kept us apart. In fact, as of late, we had barely spoken during these engagements. It was more than our bodies that became one during intercourse – Light could read me with an unnerving accuracy, no matter how I chose to test him. As wonderful as it made our lovemaking, it disturbed me nonetheless that Light and I could almost share a mind at times.

His mouth descended upon me, brown eyes flickering up with an entirely false innocence – a challenge. I stared him down, holding my breath as Light proceeded further down my body. His knuckles smoothly stroked my hips, fingers teasingly inching down the annoying fabric of my undergarments. I fought off a wince when his tongue darted out to circle my nipple, my stomach knotting as he chuckled breathily at my obstinacy. If I collapsed into that fiery state of ecstasy now, he would inevitably be gaining ground over me.

"Do you suppose Kira would kill you through pleasure?" Light questioned haughtily as he slithered away from the hardened bud, the slow motion of his lips tickled my abdomen. He blinked up at me, our locked gazes uninterrupted.

"Perhaps." I answered flatly. "Assuming it is pleasure and not regret that I am presently feeling. Regardless, not even you are that good, Light Yagami." He rolled his eyes theatrically at my retort. "Was that an affirmation of your guilt?" I added, smirking as I reached down to knot a hand in his hair.

A furious glint flashed in his brown eyes. "I am not Kira." Light stated firmly, tilting his head a fraction to bite down on my skin, I hissed dryly at the sharp dash of pain that ensued. I lifted my hips in assistance when he finally chose to remove my boxers earnestly. The lick of air that rushed over my newly exposed flesh made my toes curl, as Light neatly dropped the thin garment off the edge of the bed. He cocked an eyebrow at me derisively as his eyes appraised the erect length between us. I stopped him before Light's lips came in contact with my throbbing arousal.

"No." I said stiffly, resisting the primal urge to press his mouth down over me. It was an uncharacteristic, animal impulsion – the sort off compulsion I only experienced in Light's presence. "Not now."

Light hesitated, his voice shaking slightly. "It's been two weeks, L–"

"Exactly." I said intolerantly, though I appreciated his eagerness, foreplay was unimportant when it came to us, and he knew it. Our unending game of wits was enough stimulation. "You, Light, I want you."

He smiled and nodded, removing himself from the lying position between my thighs to crawl back up my frame. The chain twisted horribly once more as I feverishly worked his boxers down, Light released an enraged loop of profanities before pinning my arms to my sides. "Do not move." He ordered, hair chaotically tossed around his irate features. I listened in spite of myself, watching as he strained to reach the nightstand with his right hand. I noted the familiar red tube – strawberry – resenting the part that was soon to come.

Spilling a generous amount into his palm, I caught another glimpse of the real Light when he peeked up at me through the tangles of his auburn hair. Rather than glaring at me as he had done since I clasped the handcuffs on his wrist, Light gazed into me with genuine affection. I, memorizing the expression for later speculation, maintained indifference. This was not a romantic tale of fiction, this was simply sex, and I denied myself that degree of ardour. I had already concluded that in the brief moments before I succumbed to his will, Light finally ceased his lies. However, it did not alter the circumstances.

I gasped at the abrupt intrusion of his fingers, a hand rising to slip underneath his blouse and grasp at his shoulders. His movements were gradual, gentle though it was quite uncomfortable it was not entirely unpleasant. Light leaned into my clutching fingers, lifting his chin to slant his lips over mine. The kiss was hard, an attack meant to divert my attention from the initial onslaught. It was a surprisingly kind attempt.

Two. Then three. I had accepted the fact that this would need to be done, thought it did not make the experience any less–

"Nghn!" The strange, wordless sound erupted in my throat before I could smite it. Light grinned triumphantly as my body involuntarily jerked in rapture. I hate you, I thought as frustration overcame the immense pleasure of his fingers curling against my prostate. Damn it, what I'd give to feel that again – it was indeed very pathetic of me to pine for a psychopath in such a way. Pathetic, or utterly moronic.

His probing hand made a swift retreat a minute later, Light himself settling more comfortably atop me. As if it were habitual – instinctive even – I bent my legs and secured him so that my knees were against his ribs. As Light aligned himself, I turned slightly to stare at the far wall, thumb seeking my lips I bit my teeth deeply into the pallid skin when he began to press inside.

"Mmmnnn, L!" He breathed hoarsely. I glanced at him quickly before gazing back at the wall, when I was not distracted by Light's facial expressions, or more importantly his dishonesty, I alone had the satisfaction of listening to him completely come apart. Light's breaths were desperate and raspy, his cuffed hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave blue-and-black imprints of all five digits, his free hand trembled as he gathered a fistful of the duvet. If I looked, I would undoubtedly see the warped beauty of the would-be God: Kira. I resisted such peeks because I am in love with Light, only Light.

With a quaking hand he grasped my chin, the geniality of his previous gestures beginning to fade as he yanked my head around so that we were a meagre breath apart. My palm encouragingly kneaded the flesh of his tensed shoulders, gliding along until I could snatch a handful of his dampened hair with equal hostility. Light snorted a laugh, his half-lidded eyes filled with a fleeting amusement before he thrust the rest of the way in. I swallowed thickly, choking aloud due to the pain of his infraction. He waited patiently until I adjusted to him again, when I nodded Light began a fluent pace that was smooth but nowhere near gentle.

"Look at me." Was his next command, and I did, gawking up at him from below. Our guttural gasps comingled, the husky sound was somewhat musical when combined with the whispered grating of naked flesh. Light groaned harmoniously, gnawing his lips with his teeth, his hand slipping from my jaw to my throat, his fingers squeezed numbly. I held his wrist in place with one of my hands, savour it Light, I thought darkly, this is as close as you will come.

I couldn't help but stare at Light: his lips parted and swollen from worrying the silken flesh with his teeth, red from my abuse. His skin coated in a film of perspiration, the usually refined locks of his auburn hair disarrayed around his blushing face. His eyes were squeezed shut, lengthy and feminine eyelashes curled against the delicate rolls of his eyelids. Light looked human for once, before me, because of me. That notion swelled my ego some.

A particularly hard thrust caused me to clench my teeth, the ache in my jaw becoming severe. My hand tumbled limply from his hair, I grasped uneasily at the bed sheets, wincing inwardly as the chain rattled. With unbearable timing, the true reason behind Light's presence here reared it's murderous face.

Light paused for a moment - a split second - long enough that he could open his eyes and glare at me in the heart-wrenching, spirit-breaking way only Light Yagami could manage. In the abrupt stillness I could hear the thundering of my heart in my ears, the racing breaths bursting raucously past my lips. His right hand moved from it's position on my hip to knot deeply in my hair, violently jerking my head back and into the mattress.

"Ahh! L-Light..." A moan escaped me in another lapse of control. Lips parted, tongue like searing velvet, Light suckled at the exposed column of my throat. A moment later he resumed his thrusts, significantly more vehement than before, turning the once pleasant pressure on my prostate into a rough jab that scattered burning sensations throughout my body. I realized, repressing a bit of a grin, that his aggravated pumps were driving me further toward the headboard in aggressive spurts.

"You'll...mark..." I stumbled on my words when his teeth grated over my Adam's apple. "Light!" I growled disapprovingly, turning my head in an attempt to stop him from marring my skin. Not only are hickies an immature statement of possession, Matsuda tended to ask questions when either Light or I had the crimson blotches on our skin. Furthermore I, unlike Light, lack an easy escape from such interrogations since I do not have a "girlfriend".

Of course, the way his mouth burned my skin was wonderful. The way Light's tongue swivelled in gentle circles was delicious. And he knew I couldn't resist the pinch of his pearly teeth...

I was losing this battle, I noticed most certainly too late. The coil was winding tighter and tighter in the very depths of my stomach. I put my hand sternly on his chest, beginning to drive a wedge between us when Light finally withdrew, slowly licking his lips. The wicked gleam in his brown eyes ensured that there was now a hideous declaration on my throat.

His face but an inch from mine proved to me that perhaps it was not only I tumbling to the edge. Light's eyes were dark and falling shut as he closed the gap between us. I brought him closer with my legs, my knees digging into his ribs.

"Damn it, L!" His voice cracked as his stride began to break. The words were angrily slurred on my mouth, and yet the tone of Light's voice remained that of an angel's.

I will admit I am not the best kisser, from my observations of Misa and Light, I have deduced that perhaps I am too volatile. Especially in these passionate moments, I also have difficulty looking away from Light's face, thus my eyes remain open. It is one of my many "quirks" (as Matsuda would say) that does not bother Light, as I am positive it would disturb anyone else.

I want to see him as Light, the real Light, who could never be Kira. Only kissing me, does he unintentionally reveal his true self.

The chain began to slither across the sheets, I noticed through the distraction of our kiss and the exquisite haze of our lovemaking, because my arm had no choice but to follow.

I tensed immediately in anticipation as Light's hand crept between our bodies. His lips continued to move mine, his hips rocking expertly without ever losing force even as his attention traveled elsewhere.

Against my will, my hips bucked up to roll against Light's as his soft fingers curled around my cock. His hand moved in time with his thrusts, the sensations made me delirious. His goal - as always - was to break me, sensually coerce me to bend to his will, and I loved Light all the more for it.

I fell away from our kiss, arching against his chest on the threshold of a welcomed oblivion. Light lowered his face into the groove of my shoulder, his breaths eager and damp on my skin.

"Say it, please, L." Light whimpered quietly, his temporary weakness proof of his impending climax. I had only ever called Light's name once at this pinnacle of pleasure. Once. It had been our first time, and since he had been striving to hear it again.

I was plagued with panic, stricken by the rise and fall of his flawless palm, and the snap of his angular hips. "I won't." My tone was almost detached, unfeeling if it were not for the hint of anxiety beneath it all.

Light's hand withdrew frantically from my hair and wound crushingly around my waist. I opposed my breathy moans as he jerked me into his weakening thrusts.

He squeezed his fingers just so, the blunt head of his member spearing my prostate at the same time. I fell into a trembling orgasm under his command, spilling heat between us and writhing atop the bedding in unfathomable pleasure.

I wound my legs securely around his torso, meeting Light with every shuddering push. "God, L!" He cried, the yelp resounding from the walls. Light's mouth hung open against my chest in a silent scream, far more riveting than his first. We rocked in aimless, rhythmless bliss, Light collapsing atop me as his body began to fail him.

"I have to tell you..." Light murmured after a length of beautiful, post-coital silence. He lifted his head to gaze up at me drowsily. I withheld my panting, staring directly into the varying shades of gold that were his eyes.

Was he about to confess that he was Kira? The thought made my head spin, I couldn't decide if I was ready or not to hear the truth. I had wanted more than anything to hunt down Kira. I presently had the murderer chained five feet away from me, and yet Light was just five feet too far away.

Don't tell me Light - lie to me damn it!

My thumb found my lips without my call, pushing against the pale flesh pensively. The familiarity of the position stilled my thoughts instantaneously.

I wanted to destroy him at last, my triumph over Kira was seconds away.

"I love you, L." He whispered instead. Light's eyes were expectant of me. I was absolutely certain he had already played out the varying reaction scenarios in which he responded to me. He had floored me of course; I had not been prepared for this.

He got me. Well played, Yagami.

"I have had enough affection from you for one evening, Light." I answered monotonously, unmoving in my gawk as his expression contorted from utter shock to pure outrage.

"What did you just say to me?" Light ripped away as he spoke, dragging an unintended moan up my throat as the heat that had previously enveloped me tore away. Simultaneously my skin began to crawl due to our intertwined state.

I pretended to be obtuse: "I needn't repeat myself Light," my words came out with little sentiment. I bit into the callused skin of my thumb, "We should bathe however, if you intend to sleep before going back to work."

Light inhaled deeply, piercing eyes befalling me with a fury I had never seen in him before. Perfect. Relax Light, showing hostility will only tear down your perfect image.

"Don't mock me." Light growled, his voice much lower than I was used to. This was invigorating; I would hold that tone for later consideration. "I'm serious, don't act like that meant nothing to you." He was persistent, not surprising. Light met my every challenge – I had only made him all the more determined by ignoring his confession.

Had I really ignored him? No.

I love you Light. If it weren't for that one unmistakable flaw! Don't make being handcuffed to you more taxing than it needs to be.

"It meant nothing to me." I answered swiftly, acting of course, a move which was indeed bold. When lying to a liar such as Light Yagami no bridge cannot be burned. "You are suspected to be Kira Light, do not forget that. It is belittling that you would assume I could be so foolish as to feel such an amount of affection for you. As humans we experience needs of the flesh which you are gladly welcome in fulfilling. Beyond that is only a fantasy you are far too old to indulge yourself in."

Retreating from me completely, Light moved back on the bed, his hands fisting the duvet. In response I drew myself up to lean against the headboard. If he chose to become violent his only option was to lunge forward, at which point I had the advantage with my legs.

"You were aware of this." I began, wondering what he would do next. This had not been the confession I was anticipating. Light forced me to think instantaneously, his unpredictability was as appealing as much as it was a danger.

Light looked up at me, shaking his head slightly. He rarely showed the vulnerable side of himself, though I suspected that the display of such emotion ensured it was not a ploy. "That's not what I want." He said emotionlessly, eyes fierce when they fell upon me. "You'll have us sneak around headquarters, you'll sleep with me – Christ L, I come inside you! But you don't love me, what the fuck do you want from me?"

Face warming, I felt my stomach somewhat drop at his remarks. He did not need to say such things aloud, let alone shout them...

Still, it is evident that under the right amount of distress, Light exhibits nothing but raw emotion, though usually these blunders pass within seconds, that moment is all I need. In an instant I can overwhelm you, Light, my self-control is greater than yours, and that will be your undoing.

"I am not Kira!" He punched the mattress, eyes squeezing shut as his voice began to rise and crack. "Look me in the eyes and say that again." Light panted heavily, his whole body seeming to convulse in rage.

I could not deny that it warmed me in ways I did not entirely grasp to know that he felt the same. Part of me yearned for Light more than I feel comfortable disclosing. If he were not my enemy, if he were not Kira...no, perhaps if I were not justice – then it might have been considerable. His deductive skills, the limitless potential of his intelligence, Light's mind was irresistible. If only it were not so distorted.

When his eyes next opened I met them fiercely. Was I ready to bargain it all? Was Light worth not only putting my life on the line...but deliberately ensuring that he would take it?

Somehow, it was not a difficult decision.

"I...I cannot love you...Light. You are no longer required to have intercourse with me." His jaw began to drop, bright eyes widening. He sat that way for so long I began to slide off the bed, never tearing my gaze away from him. I had never seen Light so completely staggered, as intriguing as it was, I could not risk turning my back on him. The percentage that he would attempt to harm me over this was quite low, I still could not trust him to contain himself while he was unstable.

"So you do." He whispered. I had finished drawing on my boxers when he gave the handcuffs a tug. I looked at him sceptically. I had given him no information, no hint. There was nothing for Light to latch on to. It would be interesting to say the least to see what exactly had brought him to this conclusion.

"Cannot. Not do not." Light spoke calmly, his eyes focusing on me with understanding. "You...L...you really–"

Before he could finish I wound the chain around my wrist, jerking Light towards the edge of the bed so that I could grasp either side of his face. I delved my tongue deeply into the heated cavern of his mouth, seeking the deceptive appendage within. Light groaned, welcoming the assault and drawing me in with the harsh raking of his teeth.

I pulled back when oxygen became imperative, "Don't ruin this, Light." I begged, allowing honest emotion to show in my words. Yet even as he yanked me back down onto the bed, I could see it in his face, the horrific gleam of victory in his eyes.

He had told the greatest lie, and I had willingly entered into it.

Well played, Yagami, you will always be worth it.