Here I go again, writing more Death Note fiction. I'm pretty sure I should be doing an essay of some description right now. Oh well.

Speak No Evil is centred around L's shame over being with Light; something I've always thought would be an issue if they were in a relationship. It starts when Light and L are chained together, Light having no memory of being Kira, then carries on through the solving of the Yotsuba arc. This is mostly written from Light's perspective.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note in any shape or form, but then, you all knew that…

Read on, MacDuff.

First Time

Light has learned that it is better if he doesn't talk about this. If no words are spoken, then L can pretend it isn't happening. So Light remains mute, silently revelling in his mind that he has found the detective's weakness, found a way to bring L down from his mighty pedestal to see that he is just as fallible as the rest of us.

-x-

The first time took them both by surprise.

Light tugged angrily at the chain around his wrist, trying to get the detective's attention. For the past ten or so minutes, L had done nothing but stare blankly at the wall. He even held a sugar cube motionless between two fingers, poised just above the small tower he had been constructing. It was as if L had suddenly removed himself from time, frozen in motion, like a photograph.

"Ryuzaki, seriously, if you don't move soon I will drag you out of the room."

Light expected some off-hand remark about how his violent tendencies increased his Kira percentage, but L remained immobile. Light gave another tug at the chain, wondering if he was being ignored for a specific reason or if L had simply spaced out.

"Come on, Ryuzaki. I need to go to sleep, and I can't just crash on the sofa."

Still no response from the raven-haired mastermind. Frustrated, Light gave him a half-hearted shove, hoping L would take the hint and get up.

He did not expect L to keel forwards and fall head-first into the coffee table.

Crockery and sugar cubes scattered across the floor, and it was only Light's exceedingly quick reflexes that allowed him to grab L's shirt before he cracked his skull open. Light pulled the detective up to face him, intending to scream blue murder about how immature and stubborn it was to act like that. His voice faltered when he realised what had happened.

L's eyes were half-lidded and dull, his breathing so shallow and quiet that for one heart-wrenching moment Light thought he was dead.

Freak fell asleep with his eyes open.

How is that even possible? He should have collapsed, not stayed in the exact position he was in when he was awake.

Light had only ever seen L asleep a handful of times, usually late at night. L would pass out in front of his laptop, his notes reeling out endless streams of letters as he drooled on the keyboard. This, however, was something new.

But then, who would notice someone was asleep if their eyes were open? Light wondered how many times L had been like this before. For all he knew, the detective could be taking naps all the time. Had he been dozing whilst the team worked? Catching forty winks whilst Matsuda eagerly described his latest undercover mission? No wonder L never slept at night.

Still, whether that was the case or not, Light wasn't going to let the opportunity to get a decent night's sleep himself go to waste. After a moment's consideration of how exactly to carry L – Light may have been a tennis champion, but he was hardly strong by any standards – he eventually decided that bridal style was the most practical.

Light gently gathered the L up in his arms and headed towards their bedroom, feet light on the floor to avoid waking the detective. L had now evolved from his bizarre rigor mortis-like slumber into a more natural sleep, his eyes closed and face peaceful. He sighed and nuzzled into Light's chest, gripping onto the younger man's shirt.

Light blushed, uncertain how to react to this. Maybe I should have just thrown him over my shoulder… Deciding that L was not currently responsible for his actions, Light continued towards their room, resolutely ignoring the fact that L's other arm was lazily snaking around his body.

Light bumped open the door with his hip, still trying to keep quiet. He felt like a mother putting her child to bed. However, as he lay L down on the mattress, he discovered a problem.

L was now clinging onto him for dear life, and would not let go.

"You're supposed to be the world's greatest detective, not a freaking monkey!" Light hissed, prying porcelain fingers from his shirt.

L stirred, his eyelids fluttering.

Oh, come on. I shout at you, push you over and carry you halfway across a building, and this wakes you up?!

In a desperate attempt to soothe the detective back to sleep, Light softly stroked L's ebony hair, still slowly dislodging L's grip with the other hand. "Shhh, shhh," he whispered. "It's ok. Don't wake up. Shhh."

But to no avail. L opened his eyes, dazed and befuddled. His eyes half-focussed on Light above him, brow furrowed in confusion.

Light realised that he was currently lying on top of L as a result of the detective's hold on him. Blushing deeply, he went to move away, but stopped when L brought a hand up to gently touch Light's cheek.

Light looked down at the detective, surprised. L was studying him as if seeing him for the first time, his eyes clouded with unreadable emotions. Light thought he could feel L's heart beating erratically, but then he realised it was his own heart pumping a staccato against his ribcage.

What was this?

Sure, Light didn't deny that L was good-looking in his own way, and he may have cast one or two sidelong glances at the man when they were in the shower, but this was more than that. This felt closer to desire, something Light had never experienced towards another human being, male or female. Light wondered briefly if he was developing some kind of Stockholm syndrome, if this was a psychological symptom of their close proximity –

And then their lips met.

Light couldn't tell whether he had leaned down or L had leaned up, but right now he didn't care, couldn't think about anything other than how good this felt; Ryuzaki beneath him, those slender fingers tangled in his hair, the kiss deep and passionate and perfect. He had never felt this, not with Takada, certainly not with Misa, and he didn't want it to end.

Pulling away for air, Light looked down at L. The detective's eyes were closed, not in sleep, but in contentment.

Wanting to say something to break the silence, Light smiled wryly.

"I didn't know you swung that way, Ryuzaki."

L's eyes flew open once more, this time his face contorted in horror. The hands that had been caressing Light's back now dug painfully into his shoulders as he harshly threw off the younger man. Eyes still wide with shock, L turned away and folded in on himself, shaking.

Light was stunned. Why on Earth had L reacted like that? He seemed to have no qualms about what they were doing thirty seconds ago.

"L…" He reached out a hand.

"Don't TOUCH me!"

The anger scared him, and his hand froze in mid-air. Still not looking at him, L crawled off the bed and sat on the floor, curled in a ball. When Light moved to see if he was all right, L actually dove under the bed to escape him, the chain between them taut as L tried to get as far away as physically possible.

Clearly, L hadn't wanted the kiss to happen. But then, Light had hardly expected it either, and he wasn't cowering under the mattress. Light sighed, irritated. The one time L shows anything vaguely close to human emotion, he has to freak out.

Annoyed at himself as much as the detective, Light gave one last spiteful pull at the chain. He was rewarded with a tug back so hard that the cuff tore painfully at the skin on his wrist, nearly wrenching his hand out of the socket.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to provoke L right now.

Alright, there's the first chapter for you. I hope it was to your liking. Next part should be up in three days or so.

Just a warning: whilst this chapter is rather light, the story does get dark later on.

Reviews are always greatly appreciated.