A/N: Hey, everyone! How are you? Um… it's been like ten months? Something like that o.o How funny? Do people even want to read this anymore? I have no idea xD Apologies for 10 month wait? Enjoy?

Stuck to You © Hellogoodbye

Holding my breath

For a whole month

If I held your breath

At least we would touch

Keeping from you

Keeps me from sleep

It's just this bad beat

That I just can keep

Light froze as the elevator doors opened, managing to stumble out before they closed. A chair, presumably Light's, lay across the room, Light could see glass on the carpet; and if that weren't enough, the detective himself was punching the couch like a puppy who'd peed on his computer.

To be frank, it looked like L was having a temper tantrum.

Light wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything to say that could possibly redeem himself in one sitting. He'd briefly considered chastising L for being so sensitive, but remembering how L reacted whenever Light would get mad at him, he let it go. Recalling his argument in the bathroom, Light decided against it. L seemed to want Light to understand him, but Light didn't know how to.

Deciding that saying anything was a bad idea, Light ended up running to L, grabbing his fists to keep the detective from abusing the furniture anymore.

L was surprised to feel two hands grab his fists to stop his punching. At first he thought it was Watari, but Watari's hands were colder and had a different feel, plus these hands were too small to be the old man's. Since he knew the others weren't back yet, it could only be Light. This surprised him. Immediately, he decided to regain his composure. He didn't want to seem erratic and unpredictable (more than usual) to Light.

"Oh, welcome, back Yagami-kun," the detective said simply, letting his arms relax. His tone didn't waver or falter. It was the same calculating, emotionless voice he always used. He stared up at Light with his usual expression, and met the boy's eyes as he usually did when they spoke.

Something inside of Light snapped. Light was ready to open up to L, to make an exception especially for the detective and be himself, but L acted as if he didn't give a damn about him. After all of that doting, all of the friendliness towards Light- where had that gone? L had to care- this wasn't like L. Light knew that he was the reason behind L's anger, so why wasn't L doing anything? Gritting his teeth, Light's grip on L's wrists tightened.

"So what then, are you just going to roll over? Let me do whatever I want without punishing me for it?" Beginning to let go of his reasoning, he tugged on L's wrists, turning the detective so he was facing Light. "Because you know what, L? If you're not going to take action, I think I will." All L had done to him was confuse him and force his affections onto him. It threw Light off, made it harder for him to act properly- yet L was always so calm, so unaffected. That pissed Light off more than anything L had done to him- so he decided to give L a taste of his own medicine. Making sure L's hands weren't going anywhere; Light pressed his lips against L's.

'Well, that was fast,' L thought. He made sure not to react to Light. This could just be another one of those things that Light did, and then later blamed him for. Even with that in mind, he had to use all his willpower not to react and not to throw Light down onto the floor and ravage him like he wanted to so badly. The detective wanted to say something, but Light's mouth was keeping his preoccupied, and even if that wasn't the case, L really didn't know what to say. It was 99 percent positive that no matter what he said, Light would get angry at him.

After a moment, Light decided that L wasn't going to respond to having Light kiss him. So instead, he let his lips wander elsewhere, hoping to get a reaction by biting continuously at L's neck. He wasn't expecting for L to do too much, but anything would do, be it anger, fear- just not enthusiasm. Light wasn't trying to service L, he was trying to get him to feel what Light felt.

It took everything L had and more not to gasp with surprise and a bit of pleasure when Light moved to his neck. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, but it began to physically hurt at the same time. This was just cruel. It was obvious at this point that it was just one of Light's games. His stomach began to feel worse now, and he felt like he might have the urge to vomit again sometime soon.

"Stop toying with me. If you have no intention of relieving my tension, then this is simply torture. For someone who just broke down about being used so often for personal gain, you sure have no care about putting someone through that as well. Or is it that you really hate me this much?" L wondered sardonically. "Why are you doing this to me, you cruel, sick, twisted boy?"

Light paused, humming against L's neck. "Why should I stop? You do weird things to me all the time. I want you to know how I feel. Is that so bad? I'm not trying to gain anything from you, I'm getting back at you. An eye for an eye."

"You should stop because, unless you want me to want you more, then you might not like the results. Perhaps it would be better if you just tell me how you feel, because it seems that every time I make an assumption about how you feel, I'm always dead wrong. For instance, right now, if I assumed how you felt, then I'd be humping you. Also, you didn't like those things that I did to you. This is quite the opposite," L informed the teen in a slightly huskier tone than normal. His breathing was expedited now, and there was no way he could slow his breathing.

Light wasn't happy with that. He was supposed to throw L off, make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, he seemed to just be doing L a favor. Light didn't want L; he didn't want to sleep with his boss. But what was he supposed to do? Back off again? Impossible- if he did, it would make him look weak. Once again, L managed to get Light stuck. His own plan backfired on himself, and he was forced to choose between two equally mortifying options. But Light couldn't deny that he liked the fact that even if it wasn't in the way he wanted to, he was affecting L. His voice, his breathing… it fascinated Light, excited him a little even. Seeing the detective break down his resolve little by little. Knowing that he was the cause.

He didn't answer L; he didn't know how he felt about all of this. Half of him was egging him on, telling him to hurry up and get some; the other half was trying to reason with Light, reminding him repeatedly that going any further would be a really fucking terrible idea.

"So, Yagami-kun, what is your answer? Do you want something more from me? Or will you stop? I guarantee you that if you do not cease, I will not tolerate this. I'm not sure what I might do at this point, but I am sure it will be unpleasant for you. Obviously, I am not going to feel violated like you always do, even though I am positive you secretly like it. In fact, if anything, this is merely provoking me to violate you even more," L tried to explain calmly. He was a bit too into the feelings Light caused him to sound as composed as he wanted.

"I want..." Light released L's hands, wrapping his own around L's waist, "I want more." His words came out in a rushed breath as he ignored L's words as best he could. He didn't want to think about anything that L said, not right now. He was so close, so damn close to finally getting the best of the detective and getting the upper hand. Light was sick and tired of letting L's words get to his head, of always making his decisions flit from one side to the next. This time, all he wanted to think about was making L feel just as frustrated about the situation as Light was.

"Do you think you could do that for me?" Light asked, smirking as he angled his face towards L's again. His hands fisted the hem of L's shirt, fingers teasing the skin beneath it as Light gently bit L's bottom lip. "Because I could do it for you."

L accidentally let out a quiet gasp. He had been intent on remaining composed, but that was before Light admitted that he wanted the detective. Suddenly, L's pants felt a little too tight, though he cursed himself for getting so overly excited at the drop of a hat. Light could simply be egging him on without intending to put out. Not that he was sure 'more' meant putting out exactly, but it was still a fascinating idea.

"Are you… completely sure about this?" L managed to choke out through his labored breathing. Light's hands ghosting over the bare skin of his back were gentle and soft the way the teen normally wasn't. It was invigorating to see Light like this, but he still had doubts that this could simply be a fluke. He prayed desperately that it wasn't. Currently, he was using all his willpower not to touch Light.

"Well, I…" Light hesitated, scrambling to get the words out of his mouth. A heavy knot had formed in his gut, essentially freezing him to the spot- he didn't know what he was supposed to do. Did L even know? Surely he had to- L wouldn't be led into such an activity as that without knowing what to do, would he?

Opening his mouth, Light struggled to voice his thoughts, but the words got caught in his throat. Light's head dropped to rest on L's shoulders with a sigh.

"Yeah," he sighed, "I am." His grip on L's shirt tightened with his words, giving away his discomfort. He knew that L would ask about it- he wasn't about to do anything that he'd regret- but Light hoped that L wouldn't think on it too heavily. Light wouldn't back out now, he couldn't- surely L could tell that much by now.

L was surprised with the boy's actions, to say the least. It was strange to think the very thing he was striving towards was becoming a reality. Finally, he was becoming something Light craved. While he didn't exactly want to start off with the sexual aspect of it, it was still a start. Of course, it was just so like Light to take perfectly normal, innocent, traditional steps to the phases of dating and simply rearrange them because he was crazy and indecisive. Yet again, Light prevailed in remaining spontaneous.

The detective opened his mouth to say something, but he found that he was simply unable to form any words because no appropriate ones came to mind. He wanted to ask again whether Light was positive about this, but he was scared Light might take it the wrong way like he had a habit of doing with everything that came out of L's mouth. His arms crept slowly at first to wrap around Light, but once he felt the warmth radiating off of the teen, he simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Careful, passionate hands swarmed around the beautiful boy. One hand travelled up to the teen's cheek to raise the boy's face so it was more or less level with L's. Then the detective kissed the boy sweetly on the lips. Being L and all, he wasn't the best kisser, so he hoped Light would take up the reigns and show him how kissing was truly done. As he hopelessly kissed the endorphinated adolescent, he found that his other hand had somehow found Light's ass. It was nice.

Light's skin seemed to prickle under L's touch, like the beginnings of an itch; it made him feel uneasy, his senses urging him to shy away from those fingers, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His lips were pleasantly warm, unlike the cold demeanor that he seemed to give off, but the hesitance of the act gave away his inexperience. It wasn't all that surprising that L wasn't exactly an expert at human relations. Still, it was a bit disappointing that the one time he'd be with a man would be with one who wasn't used to kissing- he was probably even a virgin. Light grimaced inwardly at the thought.

'This guy…' He hoped that L would have some sort of intuition for what to do in these sort of situations- studious as Light was, he wasn't gung-ho at the prospect of stumbling around each other's bodies.

The hand on his ass set his nerves on edge- needless to say, he wasn't exactly used to the feeling, being with girls before now. Hoping he would acclimate to the feeling quickly, Light brought his hands up to L's face, trying to deepen the kiss as he experimented rocking back slightly against L's hands. He was hoping that the kissing would help distract himself from the lingering sensation L's hands were causing; it wasn't really something he was enjoying, but it didn't unnerve him enough to keep him from letting L go with it.

The fact that Light was taking over the kiss was perfect for L. Not just because L was a lousy kisser, but for other reasons. If Light were to get mad at L for "forcing" the brunet to kiss him, L could simply say that he had started the kiss, and then he had dictated it. This was the thought process in L's over-worked brain, and he wished he didn't have to be paranoid enough to even be thinking these things in the back of his mind.

As much as he wanted to lose himself to the sensations Light was causing, their past encounters refused to leave L's mind. He could only think that this was going to go wrong, even if his logic told him it wasn't. It was the same as when someone trips over the same part of a sidewalk a couple times. Even if you know you won't trip over it again because you know it's there, it doesn't stop your brain from proceeding with caution and remembering the same spot every time.

Still, despite L's paranoid brain's attempts at getting him out of the situation, he continued to try fervently to kiss this boy whom he had grown to cherish like a piece of molded glass. He was so fragile and the smallest thing seemed to riddle him with scratches that he didn't forget. It was a saddening thought, but still L kept on trying to put his heart into these actions.

As quickly as they had come, the endorphins in L's brain seemed to subside. Instead, the feeling of dread of rejection filled his gut like lead and he suddenly couldn't breathe. He pulled away from Light slightly, very insecure about the situation. Light's intentions were still unclear, and it was impossible for L to decide if he had any ulterior motives or not. He opened his eyes to study Light's face and found himself feeling twice as insecure as before. How could this beautiful, intelligent young man possibly want to kiss a slob like L? The only immediate answers he could give were ones that made L's heart ache.

To be frank, Light was a bit put off at the fact that L was suddenly starting to back off. Given all of Light's passive-aggressive behavior, he didn't have the right to really call him out for it, but either way, it still irked him. What was he doing? Taking a tentative step back, Light threw L a look that he hoped conveyed some of the confusion he was experiencing.

"… L? Are you okay?" Sure, he was a little relieved to not feel as pressured to give into L and his damn hands, but the sudden change in behavior was rather unnerving. He was able to understand now why L always got so upset whenever Light would make a complete 180 in his intentions- What was he supposed to do when he didn't know what L was thinking?

"My apologies, Yagami-kun, I simply don't quite understand your intentions…" L apologized as his hands dropped away from the boy. Under his breath, partially wishing Light could hear, he mumbled, "I don't know why you'd want to kiss someone like me. I'm not attractive or good at kissing." Louder, so that Light would definitely hear him, he said, "I just don't want you to become angry at me for something you asked for. I'm a fairly simple creature in terms of relationships, Yagami-kun, and you confuse me too easily."

Light found his sense of discomfort increasing quite rapidly; and although L was exposing a rather alarming amount of emotions right now and Light really should be feeling touched by the vulnerability, instead he felt rather stung. What was L going on about, 'not knowing Light's intentions?' What happened, did L suddenly turn into a blushing schoolgirl with her first boyfriend? Mentally cringing at the accuracy of the statement, Light decided that L needed to get his head straight and shove some confidence into him. If anyone else had seen the 'great detective L' acting in such a manner, he'd be ruined. Light was doing him a favor, really, not just in the physical sense. Hopefully, if Light was blunt enough with his intentions, L would get his libido back and they could continue. L could use something that wasn't sugar-coated for once in his life, really.

" L," the brunet sighed, "please don't do this. I'm finally giving in to you and giving you a chance to do what you want, and you're really questioning my motives? I'm insulted. I know what I want, L, and I'm pretty sure you know that. And judging by your hands just then, you seemed to share the sentiment. The more you doubt me, the more I'm going to doubt myself, so please, if you want this like I know you do then stop questioning and go with the flow." The words seemed to flow out a bit too easily, but it'd get the message across rather effectively. Hoping to aide in keeping the detective's comments to a minimum, Light pressed his lips determinedly to L's, pulling the detective by his waist to bring them closer. L seemed to respond well whenever Light was direct with him. With any luck, this would get L back on track- and into Light's pants.

L was a bit shocked that Light was being so forward. He normally spoke in subtleties and then got angry when L didn't realize he'd meant something different. Of course, shocked as he was, he wasn't displeased in any way. He decided he might as well just do whatever it was Light wanted. That would get him in trouble the least.

It didn't take L long at all to rejoin Light in the kissing session. His arms ended up around the boy's neck, and if he had been watching the scene from a 3rd party perspective, he would've mused at how he was the "girl" in the situation. Still, he doubted he would complain. Light's lips were worth the loss of some manly pride, though L didn't really have much to begin with.

The passion of the situation quickly overtook L and he didn't realize that he was pressing against Light as if he couldn't get close enough. His kisses became more urgent and passionate, begging for something more than the closed-mouth chaste kisses they'd been exchanging. He did realize it when he grinded against Light without consciously meaning to after it had been done.

To say that Light was pleased with this turn of events would be an understatement. He was elated, and now that L's momentary falter was smoothed out, things would proceed as planned. His stomach flipped in a celebratory dance. He found L's sudden need to be meshed together with Light as though trying to perform reverse mitosis rather amusing- though also rather pleasant. Sensing L's growing impatience, he let his mouth open slightly, enough for his tongue to swipe across L's lips, demanding entrance. The sudden grind pushed a noise sounding suspiciously like a groan from his throat, low and guttural. He rolled against L's hips, hinting to the older that he should repeat the action. Hands grabbed at the detective's shirt, fisting it tightly as his heart rate increased.

A moan drifted from somewhere in L's throat when Light reciprocated his previous action. L took that as an invitation to continue to do it, so he humped Light again. He couldn't help but grin when Light licked at his lips and began to fiddle with his shirt. He took it as a positive sign that Light was actually enjoying this and wanted it. It thrilled him to no end what was about to take place. He humped Light again and let the boy explore his mouth with his tongue. He initiated a game of tongue wrestling hoping that Light would play along.

An image entered L's brain as these actions were transpiring. And it entertained him to no end. It was Light dressed in nothing but an oversized button-up shirt and cat ears. Of course he was blushing and feeding L cake… with his mouth. What a nice image. It made a burst of adrenaline explode from L's veins and he shoved Light into the couch he had previously been beating and straddled him, excited for what was to come.

Light, growing evermore confident with each positive reception of his advances, was all but dissatisfied with L's decision to move them to more a more stable position. Trying to acquire the friction that L's straddling had stolen from him, his hands released themselves from L's shirt to his hips and he pulled down, hard. He also noted that L really wasn't that great of a kisser really, but his effort made the act more enticing, almost endearing. L moved with the possessiveness of a child, something that Light was able to himself relate to in a way. It was awfully ironic, really; although Light was receptive of L's increasing physical dominance over him, Light sensed that he was the one who was truly the one "topping" in this encounter. The thought brought a grin to his lips in a rush of sweet, sweet triumph. Stealing a taste at the rough palette of L's mouth (which tasted disturbingly sweet) he agreed to the silent challenge L posed, twisting and running his tongue against the elder's, reveling in just how resolute and heated and wet it was inside the other's mouth. It wasn't something he was unused to, but the sensation was ever so exquisite, adding to his mounting pleasure.

L's grasp of the real world was just starting to blur at the edges with pleasure as Light accepted the challenge and practically begged L to buck down against him. He was just starting to dream of all the possibilities of him and the genius having uncalled for sex on the couch in the middle of Task Force Headquarters. Even his thoughts about the Clockers Case were just starting to fall out from the back of the detective's head. He was just getting lost in the world of senses and emotions when, of course, the elevator started to make noises, alerting them that someone was coming up.

Very reluctantly, but also very hastily, L tore away from Light and gazed at the boy's beautiful face. He took a mental picture of the scene; L on Light's lap grinding into him and Light accepting it, asking for more, inviting him to a sensuous feast. He really hated that they had to stop. He hated it. Still, there was no way around it, and, hopefully, the brunet would agree to continue later. For now, L removed himself from his favorite obsession and struggled into his usual sitting position. It was a bit difficult to keep his balance when he was so flustered, and he raced to calm himself down. Luckily for him, his sitting position made it difficult to tell how aroused he was.

When L abruptly ripped away from him, Light was thrown off balance, rolling over and nearly falling off of the couch. All he'd been able to hear was breathing and the pounding of blood in his ears- it wasn't until after L had returned to his seat that Light heard the telltale rumbling of an elevator. His eyes widening to the size of dinner plates- what the hell was he supposed to do? It was easy when he was able to just sit down and pretend that he was fine earlier, but this was different. He wasn't sporting an erection before, one that would probably be quite uncomfortable to deal with until it went away, and the idea of having to didn't exactly appeal to him.

"L, so far as the others are concerned, I have a sick stomach, got it?" The words were thrown at the detective as Light made a break for the nearest bathroom, hoping to have the door slammed and possibly locked before anyone arrived. L would understand why he'd gone into the bathroom of course, but his pride in front of the older really wasn't something he was too focused on at the moment. He'd rather preserve his dignity around the task force- especially his father- for the time being. His hard-on could be excused as simple teenaged hormones, but either way, it was a mortification Light hoped he would never have to experience. The friction caused by the movement of his suit was more painful than arousing, but Light ignored it as best he could as he located the right room. An all-telling 'ding' alerted Light to their arrival, and hastily he closed the door behind him and locked it.

L grinned mirthfully at Light's desperate attempt to make it to the bathroom. The fact that he had aroused the boy continued to bring him joy as he sat trying to catch his breath. Of course, anyone would've gotten aroused in their situation. Still, it was nice to know that Light had enjoyed their playtime. It sucked that it was ruined, however, and it brought L's usual expressionless face about as the task force members piled into the room.

Matsuda was chatting about how the food was good or how the waitress was making winky eyes at him, or something to that effect. The other officers were silent, probably not wanting to even respond to Matsuda's annoying voice. It was a little funny when he asked for Soichiro's validation of what had transpired at whichever establishment they'd eaten and Soichiro simply gave him a "Yeah, sure, of course."

"Where is Raito? Did he leave for lunch?" Soichiro wondered.

L could feel that Soichiro was staring at the back of his head, but he didn't turn around to answer the officer. "No, he said he ate something that didn't quite agree with his stomach. Currently, he's in the bathroom, but I doubt it's too serious. He didn't seem to be in too much pain."

There was a silence for a while and L could practically sense the worry begin to ebb out of Soichiro. He had been very wary of his son lately, so it was no surprise that he would be worried about a stomachache. Eventually he said, "Well, if you're sure he's okay…" he trailed off, expecting L to fill in the rest of the sentence in his head.

"Any progress while we were gone?" Mogi asked as he sat down at his computer, looking over the contents of the screen.

L took this opportunity to grin at his and Light's encounter. "Well, there was some promising development, but it ended up not leading very far. Hopefully it will reappear and we can continue to move forward with it. As of now, it could go either way."

Light walked back into the room, his face twisted into that of mild discomfort- although he was glad to be rid of his "problem", the fact that he had to solve it on his own and not the way he'd wanted spoiled his fun. Surely his father would be concerned now, probably wondering why his health-conscious son had gotten sick. It wouldn't be difficult to make up an explanation, but it was still a pain that Light wished he didn't have to go through. Honestly, every time Light had a problem these days, it seemed to be because of L…

"Sorry about that you guys; mind briefing me on what I missed?" Flashing a smile at the other officers, he quickly grabbed his seat, settling into the chair comfortably. He doubted anything new had come up in the time that he'd been gone, but it couldn't hurt.

The officers all mumbled in reply, immersed in their never-ending pile of research and work. Nothing wonderful had come up in the time Light had been gone, of course, but that was to be expected.

"Raito, are you alright? Ryuuzaki told us you ate something that didn't agree with you. Do you feel better now?" Soichiro wondered, glancing worriedly at his son. It was rare that Light didn't feel well.

"No, it's alright, father. Ryuuzaki's sweets just don't happen to agree with me all that much." He lied, shooting his father an apologetic smile. "It's nothing to worry about." Turning to look at L, he frowned, sighing. "Ryuuzaki forgot to mention how overwhelming they were." The statement was spiked with a double meaning that L would probably pick up on, but he decided to use it anyways; he could use a fun game about now.

L fought back a giant Cheshire cat grin. A thrill ran through his being when he saw the potential for a game. Light always was one to provide L with entertainment, but this was a safer kind of entertainment that wouldn't make him angry in the end. Being as childish as he was, L simply couldn't refuse the invitation to join the game.

"Yagami-kun, now that you have returned, I was wondering if you'd like to continue with the proposition we made earlier. If you like, we can stay behind and pursue it some more, and perhaps see it through," the detective offered, giving Light a small smile, edging on the verge of a smirk.

This was just perfect! To the average person, L and Light were simply talking, but it was so much more than that…

Light raised his eyebrows at the suggestion, grinning as his father wandered further from his attention.

"I wasn't aware that the proposition was in question here, L. If it's a worry for you, I hope you'll be pleased in knowing that I have no intentions on negating our preposition." He responded, leaning back in his chair and holding back a chuckle. If only Light's father knew what they were talking about…

"Pleased I am, indeed. It is settled, in that case. Would you like me to tell your father you'll be staying late, or would you like to do it yourself? Bear in mind that I have no idea how long the procedure will take, or if we will need to repeat it a few times in order to come up with the right solution. If that is the case, it may be in the best interest that you simply stay the night… Any objections?" L wondered after he turned back to his computer screen, making sure that he wasn't paying any special interest in Light that the others could detect. It was so easy to fool the other task force members that it almost wasn't even funny. Almost.

Light almost started choking on the air he'd been breathing at L's proposal. The whole night? His chest tightened in trepidation at the thought- but if he was going to do this at all, maybe it was better if he just jumped in head first.

"None." He responded firmly, lowering his head and swiveling his chair back to its normal position to look for any leads- which he was fairly confident would not be found for quite a while. A few minutes later, Light glanced over at L, knowing full well that he was likely looking over at him. He was curious as to how the detective was feeling at the time, but he had a feeling that he was just as impatient as the brunet. Flashing back to the events that had transpired under an hour earlier, he shifted anxiously in his seat, his tongue swiping across his lips in anticipation.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

We lock lips and throw the key out

'til it slips that

I must leave town

Our love reaches

Across oceans

To your beaches

Lonely notions

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter =D Hopefully Steve and I will be able to write more this summer, but we shall see. Anyhoo, did you like this addition to the plot? Next chapter will be lemony, and such and such, it took so long to get here, I realize, but stick with us!

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