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Light has always separated himself from what society expected of young teenage boys; sexual in nature, gross, disgusting, ruthless, rebellious. He stayed away from porn and sex and girls. An easy task, as hes never found pleasure from those things anyway. He cleans and takes care of himself and not once did he stop to care if people think it was “too feminine”, he didnt care as long as their looks lasted longer on him than on anything else.
He sits straight up on his chair, the hard steel taking its toll on his back. L feels the shuffle of chains and thinks its the perfect time to have cake. “Light, are you hungry?” Light thinks no immediately but he'd rather walk a little to the kitchen than be stuck here for another hour or two so he says yes. L is the first to stand, chain clanking on the steel chair. On the way there, Light speaks. “How come youre always hungry” He doesnt look at L, just straight ahead where there were no black eyes piercing through him. There was silence before the other man finally answered: “Its not that im hungry, Light. Its just that sugar improves my ability to think, to function. Is Light rarely hungry?” Light pretends not to hear the question, his eyes set on the door. By now, theyve reached the kitchen. “Does Light like cheesecake?” L doesnt wait for an answer and takes a box of what seemed to be blueberry cheesecake out the fridge,carefully placing it on the counter before taking a knife. As he makes a cut, the room fills with a sweet smell that made Light look discreetly. L cuts the cake with careful precision, his hands moving with purpose. Hands that were so elegant but undoubtedly manly, heavy. Dexterous in its movements and graceful to the eyes. Light realizes hes staring, gawking even, but he couldnt get himself to look away, not yet. This was one of the many cases Ls hands were the subject of Lights intent gaze. Several times has he looked at his hands doing literally anything. Typing on the keyboard, moving his chair to sit, slicing through dessert, writing, washing his… he tries not to think about it much, but he just cant help but really look at his hands. The revelation that L's hands were bigger than his temporarily stunned his ability to function with efficiency when he spilled his tea on L's shirt. months ago. His mind wanders to the time his fingers brushed over L's, he felt it was thicker than his, cold and wonderful. The body part was a hindrance to Light and he caught himself thinking that he should amputate the bastard sooner.
“Cake?” Light's thoughts came to a halt when L offers him a spoonful of blueberry cheesecake, the spoon hovering over his mouth already. It felt like a lifetime ago since hes eaten anything sweet, his diet fully influenced by his sweet toothed sister. The last time hes had blueberry cheesecake he recalls it being sour, the sugar didnt cover it up fully. Gross. Light looks at the cake, and then at L, and then at his hands, then at the cake again before finally opening his mouth and tasting the sourness he had expected. His face contorts into something akin to disgust, but it quickly vanishes the minute L stares at his lips.
“How is it? You want more?” The question goes over Lights head completely as he chews and he makes the mistake of nodding. L grabs another spoonful and only then did Light realize what he just did. He mentally curses himself, which he found himself doing alot more these days during his time with L. Light swallows. “Here.” Light opens his mouth dumbly, like he didnt know what he was opening it for. L feeds him the cake and he notices a bit of blueberry residue on Lights mouth so he does the most logical thing he could think of: swiping it clean with his thumb and and presenting it to Light. And Light, oh Light, so bright and yet so clueless, stares at the blueberry stained thumb like hes never seen such thing before. “Lick it” Light swallows. “whar?” He stares at L dumbly. dumb. dumb stupid . Doe eyes that were once forced to be sharp were wide as ever in under a minute of L’s heavy gaze on him. “come on,” L insists. Once more, hes dumbfounded. Once more, Light opens his mouth. L pushes his thumb in and Light wraps his mouth around the digit. “good job,” L pulls out. Light stifles a moan, swallowing the sound along with the lump in his throat. L walks out from his vision in favour of leaning against the counter and eating his treat. Light stays frozen, trying to regulate his breathing and stopping his mind from going to places he shant name.