Hello, everyone! Well, not technically everyone. Just whoever happens upon this. I would like to thank you in advance for taking the time to come and read my fic.

I do have a warning for you, though. This is my first Death Note fic. I've been obsessed for a while and have read plenty of other's fics. Then one day I had the intense urge to write a story of my own. So, after a while of planning it out, here it is! My first DN fic! Please don't hate me if it sucks. =)

This is also, as may have noticed, rated M. That would be because, well, I am also obsessed with yaoi. Yup. Another yaoi DN fic. =) This is also my first yaoi, so again, try not to hate me. Because of that fact, there probably won't be a whole lot of it, but it will be there. And there will be plenty of making out/groping to make up for it. =) Besides, I've ready plenty of yaoi fics, so I'm pretty sure I'm ready to give a crack at it.

Another reason its rated M is for swearing. Not sure how much, but it's not going to be very mild when it's there.

Now that I feel like I got the "business" stuff over and done with, here is my story.

I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I only own the plot line depicted within with story and any other later introduced characters not previously written within the original Death Note story I also do not own any songs used within this story or the artist(s) to which said songs rightfully belong.

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What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it off all in you face?
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn't take this any more?
What would you do?
Come break me down.
Bury me, bury me.
I am finished with you.

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Chapter One

"Tell me, Light, from the moment you were bourn, has there ever been a point where you've actually told the truth?"

Light stood there, staring at the raven haired man in front of him. He hadn't been expecting that. Then again, he never knew what to expect when it came to L. He was unpredictable, hiding his thoughts and feelings well with those emotionless black eyes and monotone voice.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, Light shaking off the slight shock and formulating an appropriate answer.

While he was going off on a slight rant, he watched L's expression--well, if you call a constantly blank face an expression--for any slight, rare emotion. There was nothing. They just kept staring at each other. Light didn't know weather or not L was buying his explanation. Light was more than prepared to bet on the later.

"I had a feeling you'd say something like that," L said, looking back over the city.

They stood there in silence again for a minute. L was the one to break it this time.

"Let's go back inside," he said, turning toward the building. "We're both drenched."

"Yeah," Light simply stated, following the detective inside.

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"Fine, do what you want," Light said, a bit annoyed, and, he had to admit, a bit flustered for reasons unbeknownst to him.

L started to dry off his feet, but he tried to push the feeling of it away. L was obviously not going to take 'no' for an answer. So Light just decided to cut out the argument. It was pretty easy to ignore the feeling of L's hands on his foot. That was, until he twisted it.

"Hey!" Light protested.

"You'll get used to it," was all L said, and he continued with Light's foot.

Light shifted slightly, now uncomfortable. What was L's problem? And why was his heart beating so fast? He again tried to ignore the other, but it was definitely harder this time. L was using more pressure, making it difficult for Light to pretend someone wasn't drying off his feet.

Water from L's hair started to drip onto his foot. It was icy cold from the rain outside and it sent a shiver up Light's spine. At least, that's what he told himself it was.

Before he knew what he was doing, Light reached behind him to his forgotten towel. Without giving his arm permission, he extended it to wipe off L's hair.

"Here," Light said quietly, pushing the towel across L's bangs to get the excess rain. "You're still soaked."

L looked at the ground. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Light was confused. He tried figuring out what L could possibly be sorry about, but before he had the chance to come up with a reasonable explanation, L looked up at him.

"Light-Kun," L said, his eyes meeting Light's.

Light's heart skipped and he didn't know why. It seemed he didn't know much at all today. Before he comprehended what was happening, L had leaned up towards him. Before Light realized what was going to happen, L's lips met his.

Light's eyes widened and his heart beat erratically. L was kissing him! He knew it was wrong. He knew he should pull away. He knew he wasn't gay. But L's lips were soft and, yes, a bit chilled—weather they were always like that or it was from the cold rain, he didn't know—and they felt so good there on his own.

Again, without Light's permission, his body started to react. His eyes were sliding closed, his lips moving slightly against L's still ones. His elbows were started to give a little, for we has leaning back on his hands and the kiss was making him slightly light-headed.

With Light's acceptance of his actions—he had, of course, started to kiss back, what more acceptance was needed?—L's lips started to also move with Light's.

It was gently, slow, unsure. This was uncharted territory and neither knew what to expect. Even so, L wasn't about to let Light gain any kind of upper hand in the situation. He had the upper hand in the first place, the one who initiated the kiss. He wasn't about to give up that position.

Light felt L's mouth open a little and his tongue—which was warm in contradiction to his lips—slide gently out, running across Light's bottom lip. Light unintentionally moaned and L took that as a sign to go further.

The black haired man pushed his tongue harder against Light's lips, asking for entrance.

Light's body, again, betrayed him. His mouth opened without him consciously making such a decision. He could fell L's wet muscle slide between his lips, about to enter fully into his mouth. Light's own tongue started to reach out to meet the foreign visitor eagerly. Their tongues were about to meet, and then....

L's cell phone went off with a shrill ring.

Said man pulled quickly away, getting up without missing a beat and digging into his pocket to get the object that had interrupted them.

Light's eyes flew open, his heart beating wildly in his rib cage, his breathing fast. His mind whirled. What had just happened?

"Yes?" L was saying, and Light looked over to him, eyes still wide with shock. "I understand."

L's back was turned away from him, so Light had a moment to calm down and catch his breath. And comprehend everything that had happened.

L had been drying off his feet, and the next thing Light knew, L was kissing him. And Light had for some reason beyond his grasp kissed back. Then, to Light's horror, he realized that he had been about to let L tongue him. About to let a man trying to sentence him to death fucking French kiss him. Light sat there, mouth open slightly, stunned by that fact. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Come on," L said, not turning to face said boy. "Let's go, Light. It seems like it's all worked out." With no further explanation, L walked away, leaving Light sitting stunned on the steps to stare after him.

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"Ryuzaki! What's wrong?"

Light held the detective in his arms, looking down at him. His eyes were full of emotions, but Light couldn't decipher what they were. It was ironic, Light thought. That the one time L's eyes held any form of emotion it was near impossible to tell what they were.

Light knew that L was dying. In a few short moments, L's heart would falter, his pulse slow, his breathing stop. He stared maliciously down at his enemy, letting the detective know that he had lost. That he was Kira, there was nothing L could do about it, and that he, Light, would rule the world as a god.

L stared up at Light, his hand gripping the younger boy's shirt at the shoulder. His eyes flashed with his past memories and with betrayal and hatred that Light was mocking him as his life ended. And he knew his life was ending. Rem had written his name in the Death Note, and there was no escaping it now.

L's eyes began to dim slightly and they slid closed slowly, as if the muscles there were inexperienced in this area and had to take it slow to make sure it was done correctly. As the black orbs were finally covered, Light put on an act that could very well have him nominated for an Oscar.

Shaking L's body, he begged for the detective to get up, to open his eyes. L knew Light was full of shit. He knew he was rejoicing that he had won. The last thing L heard was Light's 'frantic' screaming and the task force trying to calm him before his mind slid into darkness.

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What if I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life?
What would you do?
You say wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you....

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Song:

The Kill

Artist:

30 Seconds to Mars