[ This new world necessitates a new relationship. Without the Death Note that served as a catalyst for their meeting, the tension and deadly rivalry was left in the past.
But it wasn't. Perhaps Light lacks a reason to kill L and now serves to benefit more from his cooperation, but a part of them will always be rivals no matter what other characteristics can be used to describe their relationship. Too used to winning, neither is willing to give up that mantel, though it's hidden by their need to work more as a team here in a world where 'Kira' is a largely unknown name.
It only serves to add a heat beneath the kiss, a kiss that feels better than it should for a man that normally feels no emotion when kissing someone else. It isn't desire in the purest, more lustful sense, but it's desire all the same. Light can feel the heat that forms in his stomach and radiates to his limbs, a pleasant sensation that feeds something even while causing his hunger to grow.
And that's dangerous. One moment, his lips are locked in with L's as if it's their shared breath, but the next he's pulling back. He's losing control, and lost control is dangerous. Even here, especially with L. Already, whatever was in the potion has taken some semblance of control from him. When he looks at L, feeling those heavy seconds that it takes him to collect his thoughts, there's more want in his eyes than disgust. They're darkened, and his slightly kiss-swollen lips remain parted.
Light was always happy he didn't feel lust like other men. Lust is a controller. If he'd been normal in that way, Misa might be running Kira now. The presence, the want, the need: they're not welcomed feelings. They're even twisting his thoughts, telling him a kiss might go a long way to help control L, to assure L stays on his side when he's so lacking of allies in this world. Hurriedly, he quietens the voice. ]
You won't remember when we go back.
[ The confession. Can they even approach the kiss without getting past that? ]
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But it wasn't. Perhaps Light lacks a reason to kill L and now serves to benefit more from his cooperation, but a part of them will always be rivals no matter what other characteristics can be used to describe their relationship. Too used to winning, neither is willing to give up that mantel, though it's hidden by their need to work more as a team here in a world where 'Kira' is a largely unknown name.
It only serves to add a heat beneath the kiss, a kiss that feels better than it should for a man that normally feels no emotion when kissing someone else. It isn't desire in the purest, more lustful sense, but it's desire all the same. Light can feel the heat that forms in his stomach and radiates to his limbs, a pleasant sensation that feeds something even while causing his hunger to grow.
And that's dangerous. One moment, his lips are locked in with L's as if it's their shared breath, but the next he's pulling back. He's losing control, and lost control is dangerous. Even here, especially with L. Already, whatever was in the potion has taken some semblance of control from him. When he looks at L, feeling those heavy seconds that it takes him to collect his thoughts, there's more want in his eyes than disgust. They're darkened, and his slightly kiss-swollen lips remain parted.
Light was always happy he didn't feel lust like other men. Lust is a controller. If he'd been normal in that way, Misa might be running Kira now. The presence, the want, the need: they're not welcomed feelings. They're even twisting his thoughts, telling him a kiss might go a long way to help control L, to assure L stays on his side when he's so lacking of allies in this world. Hurriedly, he quietens the voice. ]
You won't remember when we go back.
[ The confession. Can they even approach the kiss without getting past that? ]