Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Psych ❯ The Wrath of Sophie ( Chapter 4 )

Psych
Death Note AU
(L/Light or Light/L)

Summary: Sometimes the strangest of happenings, by that merit alone, are the most memorable. Lawliet, a professional who makes his living by understanding the workings of the human mind, finds that a chance meeting throws him a real curve. Yaoi. (As always, it will be of the L and Light variety)

Disclaimer: Please see Chapter 1 for full disclaimer.   A/N: Thank you Passing Reader. Much love! :)

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Chapter 4: The Wrath of Sophie


“Shit,” L said some time later, a thought occurring to him as they drove. “I forgot my phone on the desk at work.”

“We aren’t going back for it.”

“Obviously.”

Light slanted him a look. “We’ve been in the car less than fifteen minutes and already you’re getting cold feet.”

“It’s easier to think without you going all Sex God on my ass.”

“You feel very comfortable with me,” Light mused. “You aren’t afraid to say exactly what’s on your mind.” He returned his eyes to the road. “How do you know I won’t take advantage of that?”

“I don’t. But please don’t mistake a level of comfort for blind trust.”

“Never,” Light swore melodramatically.  "Yet, I am compelled to ask what more than blind trust would have you get into a near stranger's car in order to go to their house, at which they've vowed to violate you?"
L didn’t have to look at him to know one of those eyebrows was arching at him.

“That would be lust, and the fact that you are very persuasive.”

“Darn. I was hoping it was my effusive charm that had won you over.”

“Your charm is the most frightening thing about you,” L said frankly.

“Really,” the brunet drawled in near disbelief. “How do you figure?”

“You should know the principle of it, having studied the same subjects as I have. Charm is a tool for taking advantage of people, nothing more. There is no warmth or honesty in it. It’s dangerous.”

Light chuckled, a curling smile gracing his lips. “Aptly put.”  

“You have such a way with inspiring confidence,” L remarked blandly. The brunet could have put in at least a little effort denying the implications of what he’d said. Or perhaps he’s trying to put me on edge?

“As for the empathetic introverts, such as yourself,” Light continued blithely, “it would be like shooting fish in a barrel for someone like that.”

“Someone like you,” L corrected.

Again, Light laughed with genuine amusement, eyes shining with glee as he glanced at his passenger. “You never fail to entertain me.” He paused a moment then said, “Are you a masochist then? Labeling me as trouble, yet willingly giving yourself up to my whims?”

“Hmn, that is a good question, isn’t it?” L responded, withholding his opinion at last.

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Light’s house was as disgustingly opulent as his car. To L’s chagrin, there was in fact another fancy sports car in the driveway, a beautiful black Porsche.

“Black again?” L commented. “Now that is redundant.”

Light just smiled benevolently as he parked and said, “The interior is red leather.”

“You know, there are other ways to spend money if you are looking for ideas aside from a collection of overpriced black cars.”

“Such as?”

“Charities? You know, like the ones for starving children which they talk about on the television all the time?”

“Hmn.”

“Hmn what?”

“You’ve as much as told me that I am a self-serving egotist, so tell me what use would I have in helping those less fortunate?”

“It would be a feather in your cap - you could impress people with your giving nature?” L offered. He hadn’t really accused Light of being all that. The brunet was being catty, so he responded in kind. “Nice tax break?”

Light rolled his eyes, well aware of what he was doing. “Nonprofit organizations often become too bloated and greedy at the top to do any real good. Those you want to help might be better served by receiving direct handouts from those looking to perform charity.”

“That’s a negative way of looking at it.”

“It’s just my own opinion.”

“So this is your reasoning for just buying up things like cars instead?”

“Yes.”

L gave a whistle. “Wow.”

“Don’t judge me,” Light said without much of an edge at all. It seemed that he, too, must be comfortable to be bickering like this and taking no true offense.

“You don’t live with your rich parents, do you?” L asked suspiciously as the thought occurred, taking the opportunity to rib his companion.

“Oh, no,” Light said, quite seriously. “They live next door.”

“REALLY?”

“No,” Light laughed at him and drew a playful hand across his dark hair, messing it up and making it stand on end.

The feel of his fingers running through his hair made L’s eyes flutter closed briefly, reminding him of the throbbing flesh between his legs which nervousness had allowed him to ignore.

A fingertip traced the curve of his jaw and under his chin before tipping his head up to receive a gentle, leisurely kiss. Behind the restraint of softly brushing lips, he could still taste the pungent surge of desire. It worsened his control over his composure, being able to sense something like that. It stirred the quickening in his veins and made him rush the kiss, trying to make it as hard and raw as he felt.

“Don’t rush it,” Light said, putting two fingers to his lips and kissing his cheek instead. “I promise you it’s more intense that way.”

“What are you, a saint?” He was fast burning up again.

“Hardly.” Light slanted amorous eyes at him, and stroked a fingertip down his chest with intent. “You have no idea of all the things I want to do to you,” he said enigmatically.

“Is that my cue to run?”

“You wouldn’t get far,” the brunet answered serenely, pulling him by the front of the shirt into a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

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L marveled at how closely Light had predicted the events between them as he lay on Light’s large, round platform bed. One through three had been met, pretty much without contest. Four was fast approaching inception.

He felt lost in the sea of white silk sheets. They were almost as pale as he was and it was as if he would blend away amongst them if not for the light blue button down shirt or the plaid boxers he wore, which provided the only color. Other than, he supposed, the flash of red from the hickey on his neck which he’d not laid eyes on. Light had talked of making one on his hip... if he did, then he would know just what the other one looked like even without a mirror. Of course, he might just die of anticipation, with Light’s lips anywhere near his stomach or hips. He’d probably also make doing it look sexy as hell.

Light came back into the room, dressed in dark-colored boxers and a short, black silk robe, holding two champagne glasses casually in one hand which were full to the brim.

“What’s the occasion?” L asked, taking one as Light climbed onto the bed next to him, somehow not spilling a drop of the fizzing golden liquid.

“None,” he replied, taking a sip. “Just felt like it.”

“You aren’t trying to drug me, are you?”

Light laughed easily, his eyes sparkling. “I hardly think it necessary. You seem perfectly willing to me.” He leaned in and kissed L, his mouth cool and tasting of high quality champagne. “Mmm... though if you don’t want it, I’d be just as happy to pour it all over your body and lick it off.”

Oh my god, I wouldn’t survive that. L was having a hard enough time keeping his body in check let alone suffering such sweet torture as that. He hastened to take a hearty swig of the alcohol before Light found an even more creative use for it.

Light brushed his glass aside before he could total it, giving him more lingering kisses that tasted of sex and the bittersweet fizz of champagne. “I want you so badly,” Light said against his mouth, sucking in an audible breath as if to steady himself. He slipped a hand under the open flap of L’s button-down shirt, smoothing it over pale skin. Kneading L’s pectoral muscle, he rolled his nipple between his thumb and forefinger, kissing him all the while. L felt like his head was going to float right off of his shoulders.

Glimpses of Light’s beautiful skin alone were enough to almost undo him. His body was fit and toned, the skin a light golden tan that begged to be explored. He wanted to touch it, to feel the quality of it beneath his fingers, but he could not. One of his hands was occupied with propping himself up and the other was holding the half empty glass of champagne that he was rapidly losing interest in. Light trailed fingers lightly down his stomach, making him follow them with razor sharp focus.

Where was the other glass? he wondered. From what the brunet been doing, he hadn’t seemed hampered by the one he’d taken just a brief sip from before.

Light reached up, trailing caressing fingers up L’s forearm and preoccupied hand. Then he was tipping the glass with one hand so that it poured a delicate, sticky stream upon his abdomen, while the other pulled the waistband of L’s boxers down low.

Oh god, L thought as Light bent down to lick the soft skin at the curve of his hip. He lapped at the trail of liquid that beaded there, then taking a small bit of flesh in his mouth to worry at, soothe, and bruise just like he’d done to L’s neck.

L closed his eyes, breathing growing heavy every time Light sucked hard upon the skin that was so close to his aching arousal, or pulled the waistband of his boxers down tantalizingly lower. He thrashed a bit, being quite overcome by the teasing nature of it.

“Please,” he said, the small word slipping through his guard. His shirt now lay wide open, baring his spare frame to the open air. Clever fingers alighted upon it from time to time, stirring desire unbearably.

“Please, what?” Light said smoothly, dragging his boxers so low that he could now feel air caressing almost every bit of him.

“Please, please, please,” he repeated in a small litany, still hardly aware of what he was saying. All he knew is that he needed to kill this desire before it killed him.

“You want me to put my mouth on you, don’t you?” Light asked lazily, cupping his need with a soft hand and squeezing just enough to make him moan and writhe.

“Y-Yes.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that my mouth is not for that,” Light said with mock regret, humiliating him slightly. “But I can show you what it is for.” He took the champagne glass from L’s limp hand, draining it easily, and passing the heady drink to L in a sealed kiss. L almost choked on it as Light’s taut body covered his to do it and their hips caged both of their arousals between them. Light continued kissing him, the heat from his chest and the rest of his body driving L to madness. The gentle intermittent rocking of their hips was not enough. “Please, Light,” he pleaded, “I can’t take anymore.”

“You’re not at your limit already, are you?” Light teased him, but didn’t manage to sound as unaffected as he probably would have liked.

“Yes, I am.” He tried not to sound too desperate, but he was almost beyond caring anyhow. “Please, do whatever you’re going to do to me.”

“Why, Lawliet, it almost sounds as if you’re begging and pleading for me to take you.” Light’s voice was rougher now, sexier and enthralled. He slid L’s boxer shorts down over his hips and tossed them aside then trailed a hand up the inside of L’s thigh, making him bite back a whimper.

L’s head thrashed side to side as Light sank down and nuzzled the delicate skin of his inner thigh while spreading his legs wide. He almost didn’t register the probing of his ass or the first finger that slid inside, covered in latex and lubricant - he was that far gone. Light was cruel then, distracting him with things like warm puffs of air upon his aching flesh, or the delicate lick of a tongue tracing up his length. To Light’s credit, though, L had no recollection of the further preparations that might have been made to ensure he wasn’t hurt, like making certain he could take multiple digits. Light was just that good at tormenting him.

“Sit up a little,” Light breathed, kneeling before him and pulling one of L’s legs up over his thigh after he’d acquiesced.

“I’ve never done this before,” L said faintly, a little drunk on champagne and more than a little drunk on desire. “I mean, with a man--”

“I know,” Light said, slipping an arm around L’s back to hold him in place as he eased into his tight, fragile-looking body. The look of him was deceptive. Lawliet was resilient and wiry. He certainly wouldn’t break.  “Now relax,” he commanded softly as L tensed against him, keeping him out. He nuzzled the side of L’s slender neck urging him to relax through soothing touches. He’d chosen this position for this very reason. It was closer, more intimate, and made for an easier entry. “Did you forget how much you wanted this?” he murmured. Halfway in now, his other hand was free to stroke his partner’s arousal which would soon make him forget the discomfort he may be feeling. “Just trust me,” he soothed as he brought the flagging erection back to life. Strong, spidery hands dug into his shoulders as he worked and soon L was making those lovely muffled sounds of pleasure once more. As soon as the first “please” dropped from his mouth, Light eased forward again until he was deeply enmeshed and forcing a sexy groan from Lawliet’s pale lips.

It was all he could do to take things this slow. He wasn’t kidding when he’d said he wanted to fuck Lawliet’s brains out. Perhaps it was a coarse way to say it, and his words had been chosen mainly for shock value, but... this man inspired a hunger in him that was more than just the physical. There was some elusive quality to that mind, and those large, dark eyes. It made him want to strap him down and drive into him without reserve, making him cry out until he was hoarse from voicing his pleasure.

He moaned as he thrust inside the tight heat of Lawliet’s body, holding it to him and burying his face against a slight, pale shoulder. “Jesus,” he breathed as they began moving as one and finding their rhythm. He loved the noises they made, Lawliet’s groans and his own hitched breaths and moans. He couldn’t actually sort out which ones belonged to whom, but each one flared in his belly, stoking the raging fire that burned there.

Finally, he lay Lawliet back, catching his lips and folding his right leg far forward, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. Both of them were breathing heavily, hearts racing and flesh throbbing with unsated need. He thrust into his partner in a rapid pace, stroking him off just as roughly and feeling both of their bodies responding with the pre-shudders of orgasm. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as Lawliet cried out, his body clamping down upon him in undulating waves. He thrust into that welcome heat until everything fell apart around him and he collapsed from the force of his climax.

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“So what you’re telling me,” Sophie said the next morning, looking skeptical as hell, “Is that you left the office while I was gone, and for the rest of the day for that matter, because you were adopting a cat who was going to be put down - unless you were there, in person, to claim him?”

“Uh... yeah.” L tried to be convincing but he knew it was a bust. From the inception, the story only had about a ten percent chance of being believable. Twelve percent, if his delivery had been impeccable.

“And you expect me to believe that while your giant hickey is staring me in the face?”

D’oh!

She raised a brow, looking quite unimpressed at his apparent lack of appreciation for her intellect. “What’s his name?”

L almost choked on his own spit. “What?”

“His name,” she repeated impatiently. “The cat?”

OH. “Um,” he said stalling for time. There was no cat. There was never a cat. There was just Light, and those eyes of his and the vivid memories of the multiple times they’d had sex last night. “Blackie,” he said sheepishly, his mind conjuring that black cat he’d never gotten around to getting. Instantly, he knew what he needed to do now after work.

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“Blackie?” Light laughed at him later, watching a white kitten with striped caramel spots poke around L’s living room. Maybe it had been a mistake to take him along to the animal shelter. Or perhaps the mistake was in recounting his conversation with Sophie. He hadn’t decided which. “You can be stupid in the most brilliant of ways, Lawliet, I love it.”

“Shut up,” L groused, frown lines marring the skin between his brows. He was irritated. Mostly at himself for, as Light so aptly put it, being stupid. “Is it my fault they didn’t have a black one?”

Light’s amused smile widened, almost a grin, threatening to burst open with laughter. He barely held himself together as he said, “Of all the names to pick, you had to go with one that was sure to shoot you in the foot.”

Kitty jumped up onto the arm of the couch and the scraping sound of little claws could be heard as she tried to keep her balance. The sky blue satin bow on her neck, placed there by well-meaning staff, while cute, just now seemed to mock him. “My couch,” L said sadly, seeing where this whole cat business would end up. He reached over with one hand to pick up the warm little fluffball, who started purring almost instantly, and winced as the leather protested the tiny, needle-like claws that didn’t immediately unlatch. The whole of her small body reverberated with the purring and it seemed to shake her very ribs which still stuck out a bit. He settled her in his lap and she playfully bit at the palm of his hand in contentment, blue eyes bright and mischievous.

“Now,” Light mused, “who was it that suggested the delights of pet ownership to me? My memory is a little hazy.”

“You’re insufferable,” L muttered under his breath.

“Oh, take it like a man,” Light mocked him, hooking a hand at the back of L’s neck and pulling him into an unexpected kiss. It was hard and rough, and just the sort of thing that could turn aggravation into fuel for something else entirely. Light’s mouth bruised his, teeth nipping his lips if he wasn’t careful. Then he would tongue him long and slow, showing possession like an apology.

They started to sink down into the couch, completely oblivious to anything but each other, when the cat let out a miniature squawk and fled the area, ears flipped back in disapproval.

“You’re scaring the cat,” L said blandly as he looked her way, out of breath and with his shirt already half unbuttoned. Light’s hand was stroking his hip as he, too, spared a look at the cat. “What must she be thinking?”

“What, didn’t you have The Talk with her yet?” the brunet asked unrepentantly as he started kissing a trail down L’s chest.

“Mmn...” L closed his eyes, unable to focus on much of anything when Light’s mouth got to work. “Never seemed... like the right time...”

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“Are you going to work tomorrow?” Light asked lazily, lounging naked in L’s bed.

L, also nude in his own bed, pondered the less extravagant setting his bed offered as opposed to the one the brunet owned. Instead of answering his question, which obviously had only one answer, he said, “Are we making a habit of this?” On second thought, that wasn’t what he’d been about to ask, but he supposed it was a valid inquiry.

“Do you want to make a habit out of it?”

“That depends on how much work you think that I would be missing as a result.” He subtly implied he was unwilling to drag his career down because of the brunet’s whims and fancies to play hooky.

“Oh, Lawliet, you are ever the romantic.” The sarcasm was not so much hinted at, but wielded like heavy bludgeoning object. Light propped himself up on an elbow and surveyed him with an unhurried gaze. “Much like the straightforward nature of these cotton bedsheets.”

Aw, I knew he was going to make a crack about them eventually. L frowned. Geez, you’d think that the supple 400 thread count sheets would be good enough for a prince. Apparently not. “Is my lack of extravagance offending your sensibilities?” he inquired with mock politeness.

Light smiled, lying back and putting his hands under his head. “Not at all. It’s refreshing, actually.”

“I’m starting to think that you are a contrary creature by nature,” L accused.

“Perhaps,” Light nodded, unperturbed. “What time is it?”

“Uh...” L had no idea. He wasn’t wearing a watch and the alarm clock was on a table across the room. He might’ve been able to read it, only he kept it turned to face the wall to reduce the ambient light in the room while he tried sleeping. “I’ll go check.”

He slipped from the bed, leaving the cover of the sheets, and went over to the clock. Air hit every inch of his skin, almost as thoroughly as the brunet’s eyes which were upon him. “Eleven p.m.,” he announced, turning around and noting that Light wasn’t even bothering to mask his staring. His eyes roved comfortably over L’s feet, his thin ankles, up his long, pale legs, sweeping up his torso and chest, before settling upon his face with almost a soft expression playing upon his fine features.

L tilted his head and asked, “You aren’t a nympho, are you?”

“Only if you are,” the brunet answered smoothly. He looked all too comfortable lying in bed, sheets covering less than they showed. L still marveled at the grace and strength of his lean, tanned body.

L’s eyes became riveted suddenly as Light rose up, stretching his arms well above his head, the sheets falling and not leaving much to the imagination. He’d sort of seen it all before, but not when he was clear of thought, unencumbered by desire. As Light slipped from the bed, leaving no part of his beautiful, articulate body to the imagination, L felt the very fleeting nature of that ‘unencumbered’ state. The brunet had a swimmer’s build, an appealing V-shape to his torso, narrow hips and long, well-defined legs. He really did move like a dancer. No step was misplaced or less than purposeful. He was fascinating to watch.

Light’s gaze caught his and a knowing smirk graced his lips.

L flushed slightly, not used to being quite so open as Light was wont to be.

“You drink coffee, correct?” the brunet asked as he retrieved his clothes from the living room.

“Certainly,” L responded, grabbing a pair of boxers out of his dresser, not yet at the comfort level that would allow him to walk around his brightly lit living room while his guest could see him. He slid them on, then went to collect the rest of his clothing from where it lay strewn upon the floor.

Light was just now zipping up and fastening his slacks. “And you wouldn’t be sleeping for hours yet, am I right?”

“Well...”

“Let’s be honest,” Light prompted, eyes flicking his way as he pulled on his button-down, collared shirt with precision. His hair was mussed and he carried an aura of sensuality about him which seemed at odds with the transformation the clothes were applying to him - one which made him appear like some kind of clean cut business professional.

Light seemed to have already guessed his sleeping habits. It was probably useless to hedge about it anyway. “I try to sleep, but I am usually still lying in bed, awake at this time,” he grumbled, not liking the way he had to pretty much admit to being plagued with insomnia.

“Perfect,” the brunet said, donning his suit jacket with a flourish. “Come on then, I’ll buy you a coffee.”

“What, now?” L asked, surprised.

Light gave a bland glance around the room, in which absolutely nothing was going on. Even the cat was asleep. “Unless there was something pressing for you to attend to, which I somehow missed?”

“Well,” L began, doing his own pan around the room which did nothing but support the brunet’s unimpressed look. It wasn’t that he was against the idea of coffee, per se…  “Uh...” he said reluctantly, “would this coffee constitute a date?”

Light tilted his head to the side as he regarded him. “It’s just coffee.”

L felt both relieved to hear that as well as bothered. He debated several things he might have said in response, mostly on the topic of dating, but Light chose to break the brief silence first.

“Finish getting dressed already,” he chided. “With as slow as you are, it’s amazing you can see patients in a timely manner at all.”

L muttered under his breath as he tucked his shirt in and fastened his pants. One thing that had concerned him was the matter of conversation. He did not know his companion all that well, and introductions had mostly been of the physical sort. He was half afraid there would be nothing to talk about. What with the sexual tension, which they seemed good at keeping between them, being largely gone.... they would be quickly finding out how they actually got along on a personal level. L already had mixed feelings regarding the brunet - he was equal parts insufferable and intriguing. On one hand, his manner always had a taste of arrogance and smugness to it, seemingly poised to sharpen itself at any moment, to the detriment of whoever was present. It felt unstable, which L didn’t much like. On the other hand, even the little comments Light was prone to tossing out always seemed to inspire a great deal of curiosity in him which made him want to court disaster, though cautiously.  

Dating was something that, at this present time, would be nothing but a bad idea. It was a close tie to have with someone, let alone a person he was this unsure about.

You could call it paranoia. You could, but with what he’d seen in his profession, he’d rather err on the side of caution.

Which is pretty funny when you consider their present location, in his home.

L shook his head, wondering how his judgment had had such a strange misfire like that.

“You know,” Light said conversationally as they headed out, “I’m trying to determine which look of yours I like better: The suit and glasses, or the contacts, sloppy clothes and the show-stopping case of bed-head.”

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TBC

A/N: The chapter title was a little bit of a trick on you guys, to get you assuming something explosive was going to happen with L’s assistant. Haha. Sorry, I couldn’t resist!