Archive of Our Own

It had been four years, two months, and thirteen days since L had last seen Light Yagami. Since then, he had torn the world apart to look for him. And now here he was—on the porch of an unassuming house in an unassuming neighborhood in an unassuming American suburb. The paint on the house was neat and perfect, not a single chip. The lawn had clearly been wrestled into careful obedience. The street was respectable, wealthy but not too wealthy, and there were a million others exactly like it. 

L allowed himself to smile a little, an early taste of victory. It was all so, so quintessentially Light Yagami. Hiding in plain sight, masking his genius with respectability and obscurity. No wonder it had taken L ages and ages to hunt him down, every other case thrown to the wayside as he devoted himself, body and soul, to tracing Light. He was sure most state governments must think he was dead. That was fine with him. He was in no rush to get back to his old job. 

Lately, he had wanted nothing more than to try his hand at being a family man.

He rung the doorbell once; paused, then rung it again. Shamelessly, he pressed his ear to the door. There was a muffled commotion. A small voice cried out. Another voice, sounding so much like Light that every hair on the back of L's neck stood straight up, replied. There was a pattering of light footsteps, and L stepped away from the door just as it swung open.

A small child stood in front of him. Her skin was very pale, and she had a shock of dark hair. She stared at him with familiar eyes. L stared right back.

Nervously, she began fidgeting away from the door. L supposed there must be something in his demeanor that frightened small children. He tried smiling at her, but she quickly looked away. 

"Mitsuko," that achingly familiar voice called again. Light rounded the corner, wiping his wet hands on an apron. He must have been preparing dinner. "I told you not to open doors unless I'm there, you never know—"

Light's eyes locked with L's. His voice abruptly cut off. L looked upon Light for the first time in four years, and it felt like finally coming home after a very, very long time. 

"Hello, Light," L said, tipping his head. "You have no idea how hard I've been looking for you."

Light's eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second, then narrowed, showing no emotion at all. He strode quickly in front of the child, positioning himself in between her and L. L was impressed at how good Light was at playing the protective omega. The child grabbed onto the fabric of Light's pants, clinging to his leg as she continued to stare at him in unadulterated fascination.

"I think you should leave," Light said evenly. His eyes were beautiful, especially when the last rays of the setting sun hit them just right, just as they were doing now. "Whatever you want to talk about, we can. Later. Alone. Not here."

"But I'd like to stay for dinner," L said, blinking slowly. "And I have the place surrounded with my men. I want to do this the nice way, but I'm not afraid to give your daughter a sight that she'll never forget."

He said the last part in French, which he was sure that the child did not speak, but knew that Light had taken courses for in high school and understood perfectly. 

The child looked back and forth between them, confused and frustrated at her own state of confusion. "Mommy," she said, slightly accusingly, "who's that?"

"Just one of Mommy's old friends," Light replied, not taking his eyes off L. L smiled back. "He'll be staying for dinner."

"Oh," the girl said. Light had called her Mitsuko. L held that name close to his heart, allowing it to warm him a little. It was a very pretty name, apt for a pretty girl like her. "Then are you going to invite him in? I think it's rude not to."

"That's right, Light," L said softly. "Invite me in."

Stiffly, Light stepped aside, leaving just enough room for L to slip inside. "Take off your shoes at the door," he said, voice rigid. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. In the meantime you can make yourself at home."

Mitsuko detached herself from her mother's leg. It seemed that most of her apprehension had melted away. "I can show you around!"

"I need some help in the kitchen, darling," Light said tightly. "He can show himself around, okay?"

"But the kitchen is boring!" Mitsuko wailed. "You never let me hold a knife or—or anything!"

"I would appreciate a tour guide," L agreed, trying not to look too amused as Light shot him a venomous look. He still hoped to worm his way back into Light's good graces, so he couldn't take too much satisfaction in the whole affair. 

That was how L ended up being tugged around by one pale, spindly hand by a girl a tenth of his size as Light watched with razor-sharp eyes from the kitchen. When Mitsuko had first grabbed his hand, Light had given a full-body shudder, and L hadn't fared much better. But he had mostly gotten his breathing under control and could now properly appreciate what Mitsuko had to say.

Currently she was pointing at the line of photographs on the mantle, ticking them off one by one. "That one's from Halloween! I got lots of candy, but Mommy didn't let me eat all of it. That's when we went to the pumpkin patch—it was mostly pretty boring, but the hayride was fun! And seeing the tractors and stuff. That one's from when we went on a trip to Sw—Swi—um—"

"Switzerland, darling," Light called from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" Mitsuko agreed, brightening. "That! And also Italy and France and—" She rambled on.

Ah. So even at the tender age of three, Light had ensured that his daughter was well-traveled and well-cultured. How perfectly like him.

He listened intently to what Mitsuko had to tell him. Every word was a gateway to a secret life that she and Light had shared without him, and it was like a drug that he simply couldn't get enough of. It didn't help that the entire house was smothered in the scent of fresh, bittersweet pomegranates. L had only ever smelled it this powerfully on Light just after a romp in bed. Mitsuko was too young to have a scent, but L wondered if she would smell like Light one day. He glanced around some more. The living room looked straight out of an interior design magazine while still somehow maintaining a homey feel, with throw blankets and nicely potted plants everywhere. It was so perfectly Light that L felt just about ready to keel over. 

"Oh!" Mitsuko suddenly exclaimed. "And here—" she reached behind the couch and grabbed a fat ball of fur, presenting it to him proudly "—is Yuki!"

L stared at it. The cat stared back, meowing mournfully. L carefully reached out a hand to pet it. The cat hissed angrily. L quickly drew back his hand. The cat continued to glare. 

"He's usually nice, I swear!" Mitsuko frowned at her misbehaving pet. 

"I'm sure," L said. "Do you like cats very much?"

"Yes!" Mitsuko beamed. "Mommy got him right before I was born, so I've known him my entire life and I love him a lot. I like other cats too, but not as much as I like Yuki."

L shot Light a covert look. He hadn't taken Light to be the pet-rearing type, but maybe pregnancy had brought out a deliciously softer part of him. Or perhaps he had just been terribly lonely. Light stubbornly didn't meet his eyes. 

Eventually, Mitsuko got bored of L and pattered to the kitchen to reattach herself to Light's leg. Light stopped what he was doing to stroke Mitsuko's dark hair. His hands were shaking slightly, unnoticeable to anyone but L. He wondered if Light thought that L intended to take his daughter from him, then felt insulted that Light would think so lowly of him.

"Dinner's ready," Light said softly, divvying up bowls of noodles in savory broth. 

L peered over his shoulder with undisguised interest. "I don't like salty things."

"Well, I didn't have much warning that you were coming," Light snapped. "So you better eat what you're given."

"Hm." L's hand snaked out, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind Light's ear. Light grew rigid, and it was probably only Mitsuko's presence that stopped him from striking L right then and there. "At least make me some sweet tea, then?"

Light ducked away from L's hand. "If that's what you want."

The sweet tea ended up being delicious, which surprised L; he half-expected that Light would pounce upon this opportunity to poison him, or to at least dash his drink with vinegar. He tried the soup, too, and enjoyed it thoroughly. Light was the only one who could consistently make non-sweet food that L could actually enjoy, a feat that Watari had yet to accomplish.

"Your mother used to cook for me all the time," L told Mitsuko. He slurped the soup obnoxiously, maintaining eye contact with an increasingly infuriated Light. "Back when he worked for me."

Mitsuko glanced back and forth between them. "You were his boss?"

"Boss is stretching it," Light said tightly while L said, "Yes."

They looked at each other. Light looked away first.

"For a time," L continued. "Before we...parted ways. It was unfortunate. I lost my best employee."

"A tragedy," Light said.

"Is that why you're here?" Mitsuko asked. "To make him work for you again?"

L sipped the tea. "Something like that."

This was clearly the wrong thing to say. Mitsuko frowned, her hands balling into fists. "Well, I don't want him to! I don't want him to work at all! I like when he stays home with me. All my friends have nannies and babysitters and stuff, and they hate them!"

L let out a loud, sharp laugh. His daughter was quite funny. "Oh no, I wouldn't dream of taking your mother away from his...maternal duties, so to speak."

Mitsuko relaxed. "Okay. Well, that's good." She busied herself with her food, Light reaching forward to dab at a few stray droplets of broth that ended up on her chin.

"Mitsuko," L said suddenly, "would you like a sibling?"

Light froze, his hand still halfway to Mitsuko's face. Mitsuko looked at L warily. "Why are you asking that?"

"No reason," L said. "Humor me, please."

"Well..." She hummed. "I guess I would. It would be fun to have someone to play with and stuff. Other than my friends, I mean. Because I can't play with them all the time, but with a little brother I could, I guess."

"You want a brother?"

She grinned at him. "Yes!" 

L winked at her. "I'll see what I can do."

A bang. Mitsuko jumped, looking to where Light's hand had slammed upon the table. Light shook his head, the locks of his hair gracefully tumbling to hide his eyes.

"Stop it," he said tightly. "Ryuzaki, please, that's enough."

L leaned back, considering. By all means, Light deserved nothing more than L pushing him to the brink until he crumpled and cried. And yet, somehow, L could not find it in his heart to do so. Light was always good at making him go awfully, terribly soft.

L inclined his head. "If that's what you want."

"Mitsuko." Light cleared his throat, lifting his spoon to his lips with a shaky hand. "Why don't you tell Ryuzaki about how you're liking school?"

L took the olive branch as what it was. Light was clearly willing to negotiate, as long as L wasn't too rough with him. He understood that now.

L and Light did not talk to each other much after that, both of them listening and humming along as Mitsuko rattled off a long list of people—probably every friend, teacher, and neighbor she had ever met in her entire life. From what L understood, they all adored her and Mitsuko did not like very many of them at all. She had obviously taken after Light in that regard. Every so often when her memory failed or she forgot a word, she would turn to her mother and ask a question so that L got to hear quiet words fall from his lover's lips. Other than that, Light did not speak; he only sat straight and proud and silent, no doubt considering how to best twist the situation to his advantage once Mitsuko was safely put away. For his part, L lounged happily in his chair, eating all the delicious things Light made him, basking in the glow of a victory four years in the making.

The sun had long gone down by the time Mitsuko tired herself out from all her talking. The third time she cut off her words with a yawn, Light gently suggested, "Maybe we should put you to bed, Mitsuko."

"I'll do it," L said abruptly. He stood before Light could say anything. Mitsuko nodded a little, raising her arms in a clear demand to be picked up, so easily trusting. L did as she demanded and found himself holding his daughter on his hip for the first time. 

He turned to Light. Light's lips were thin, his eyes blank and cold. "I'll put Mitsuko to bed," L said again. "Why don't you wait for me in your bedroom, sweetheart? I'll be with you soon."

It was more demand than question. Light blinked slowly. "If that's what you want." His voice was sweet and mutinous.

L gave him a smile, which was not returned. 

Of course, he had memorized the layout of the house far before he had ever knocked on the door, so he easily walked Mitsuko to her room, humming a tune he faintly remembered from his childhood. 

Mitsuko's room was everything a spoiled, demanding little girl could ever want. There were dolls and puzzles and little drawings everywhere. L helped Mitsuko through the motions of brushing her teeth, changing into her pajamas, and turning off the lights before, somewhat awkwardly, tucking her in. Mitsuko seemed satisfied enough with his performance, so he couldn't have done too terribly. 

Though L was very aware that Light was elsewhere in the house waiting for him, anticipating sex or something more, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he knelt by Mitsuko's bed. "Mitsuko," he whispered, "I have a question."

"What?"

L hummed. "Has your mother ever brought an alpha to the house? To have dinner with...or to do anything else?"

Mitsuko wrinkled her nose. "No. Why would he? You're the first, but I don't think he invited you anyway."

"You're sure?"

"Yes!" She huffed. "I would have smelled him or something. Why?"

L smiled. Victory was so sweet. He stood up. "No reason, sweetheart. Have a good night." He left, making sure to shut the door as quietly as he could.

When he reached Light's bedroom, he was amused to find that Light had put as much distance between himself and the bed as he possibly could. Instead, he was perched on the chair of his vanity, beautiful and poised and looking like he wanted to leap across the room and throttle L with his bare hands.

L had last seen that expression exactly four years, two months, and thirteen days ago. If he remembered correctly, it had been about a month after they had shared a heat together, and Light had been getting nauseous and testy and irritated. L had already begun to suspect pregnancy, Light had begun to suspect what L was suspecting, and they both didn't want to talk about it. Before L had a chance to sit Light down and explain the next steps they needed to take (a dowry, a wedding, maybe a trust fund for the child), he had woken up to find that Light had fled in the middle of the night, taking the Death Note they had acquired from Higuchi with him.

L had nearly gone mad, trying to figure out how Light could have possibly escaped what must be the most secure building in the Eastern Hemisphere. An apologetic Watari combed through the security footage and found that Light had coded himself from easy escape routes months ago. L tracked down about twelve different passports that Light could be using to flee the country, all of which led him down such convoluted rabbit holes that it was weeks before he could even begin to make sense of them, by which time Light had already abandoned them. Checking his bank statements was also deeply unpleasant; he found that Light had siphoned off a generous amount of money from multiple offshore accounts, enough to fund his life as a rogue for a very, very long time. 

And worst of all was that Light had carved himself an escape route from right under L's nose, while L was too busy wallowing in his own misery to pay close enough to what exactly Light was pattering on his laptop all day.

On the bright side, the Kira killings had picked right back up, confirming once and for all that Light and Kira were one and the same. For eight months, the murders had carried on militantly as Light made up for the lost time that the notebook had been in Higuchi's hands. The world molded itself to Kira's hands.

Then, just as quickly, they stopped—right when the baby would have been due, confirming all of L's worst suspicions. Months had passed without a single suspicious death that L could say for certain was Kira's doing. Kira's followers cried out for him, to no avail. Misa badgered L endlessly, which he did not appreciate. Criminals began to grow bolder and braver, until in one night Kira killed thousands upon thousands of them. 

The message was clear—Kira no longer took a vested interest in the affairs of the world. He would kill when it pleased him to and that was about it. An ebb and flow began—months could pass without any murders, then in one night Kira would strike down those that had begun to test the waters. 

And now Kira and L were in the same room once again. 

L made a show of locking the door behind him, then began approaching Light slowly and with light steps, like he was prey that L didn't want to scare off. "My beautiful Light," he murmured. "I've missed you." He wanted to test the waters, so he leaned down to place a kiss on Light's cheek.

Unsurprisingly, L was slapped away. "You animal," Light hissed. "What do you have to gain from all this?"

"Is that a real question?" L asked. "I gain my suspect, who I have been chasing for years and years. Isn't that right, Kira?"

Light rolled his eyes. "If you still cared about catching Kira, you would have had your people storm in hours ago. You're here for something else. What satisfaction do you gain from playing house with me and my daughter?"

"My daughter too," L reminded him. "And is it wrong for a man to want to know his daughter? To know the mother of his only child?"

Light ducked his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. "She's safe here, Ryuzaki," he said quietly. "And happy. And I'm—I'm happy too. Why can't you leave us be? Why can't you just forget me?"

L tapped Light's chin with two fingers, lifting it so he could look into Light's eyes.

They were wet, heavy with distress. Something hot curled in L's stomach.

"For years I have thought of nothing but you," L said lowly. "I have solved no cases. I have loved no one. I have thought only of our few months together. Light, my angel, my sweet flower, my rose...I couldn't forget you if I tried."

Light let out a single dry sob, though he quickly collected himself, wiping his face furiously with his sleeve. "I want you to go," he whispered. "I don't want you here. I want you to go."

"Hm." L stroked Light's cheek. "I don't really care what you want."

Light jerked out of L's grasp. "You wretched monster," he spat. "Why bother even talking to me then? Just hold me down and rape me on the bed if you don't care what I want. Isn't that what you're here to do, anyway?"

L laughed. To this day, Light remained the only one who could make L truly, genuinely laugh. "Maybe later, sweetheart. I'd like to talk to you first. We have catching up to do."

Light rolled his eyes. "About what?"

"What's your game, Kira?" 

"I have no game," Light answered. "I care for myself and my daughter and that's it. Killing is an afterthought for me now. Something to do on quiet and lonely nights."

"When you first stopped killing, you must have been, what, six months into your pregnancy? I thought you had died. I saw no better reason for you to give up on your delusions."

Light blinked slowly. "And did it upset you to think I was dead?"

"Yes," L said, briefly honest. "Very."

"Well, I was sick, not dead. So I decided not to kill anymore until the child was born." He shrugged. "And then she was born, and she was such a difficult, sickly baby, so I kept delaying again and again...and one day I stopped thinking about the rest of the world altogether."

L nodded, satisfied. The idea of Kira had been borne from a boredom with life, a hollowness that could only really be filled with a child. With how smart he was, it was easy to forget that Light was an omega, but the fact of the matter was that his biology wanted him to be bred and stuffed with children. Once that was accomplished, it made sense that he would stop being such a child about things like justice and godhood and accept his biological calling as a mother and a carer of the household. 

"Hm," L said. "Your pregnancy was hard, then?"

Light's eye twitched. "Nearly unbearable."

"If you had stayed with me, I would have made it bearable," L said. "I would have hired the best doctors, would have had servants to tend to your every whim, would have kept you happy and safe and comfortable."

Light laughed. "You would have locked me up!"

"Yes," L said. "But your cell would have been very comfortable."

"Forgive me for having doubts," Light hissed. "To trust the man who kept me in solitary confinement with my first child...I would have been a failure of a mother for even considering it."

"And you think you're a better mother for running away? What kind of mother deprives his child of her father?"

"She's happy with me."

"Only because she doesn't know any better. She's a sharp child, she'll start asking questions soon about where her father is. And then what will you tell her?"

"That her father was a bad man and that she's better off without him."

L rolled his eyes. "I was raised an orphan—I won't let my daughter be raised the same way."

"She's hardly an orphan! She has me!"

"And she could have me too."

Light gave him a disgusted look.

"Is there another reason you're so opposed to me?" L asked. "Have you found another alpha?"

Light rolled his eyes. "No."

"Really?" L took a step forwards, Light took a step back, and they continued until Light was pressed against the wall. "I can't help but think there was another reason you fled. Was I a subpar alpha? Could I not satisfy you? Were you desperate to be fucked by another man that you needed to flee the country?"

"Stop it," Light hissed. "I'm not like that."

"Like what?" L said, taunting. "A slut?"

"Stop it!"

"How many alphas have you fucked in the four years that I haven't seen you?" L pressed. "Do you have them take you out to dinner first, or do you open your legs for them right away?"

"I am no slut," Light said, voice rising. There was a feverish quality to his eyes, like he wasn't quite in control of his own actions. Good. Questioning an omega's fidelity was the worst possible insult, the perfect thing to trigger Light's baser instincts. "I'm loyal! I'm a good omega. For four years, I haven't been touched by a single man. Do you understand? Not a single one. I'm pure. I'm loyal. You're the first—and—last—person—I've—ever—been—with!" Each word was punctuated with a ferocious hit to L's chest as Light tried desperately to worm out of his hold. 

L grabbed both of Light's hands in one of his, pinning them back against Light. "Then let me have you," he said. "Maybe if you're tight enough, I'll believe you."

"You're awful. Let me go!"

L pressed his entire body against Light, so that he could feel every shiver in Light's body. "Did you know that your father has agreed to marry you off to me as soon as I find you?" he whispered right against Light's ear. "All the paperwork is already in order. It's just waiting for you. And now I have you. Tomorrow, you'll be my wife."

Light was sobbing now. "I don't want this. Ryuzaki, please, if you love me, don't do this."

"Shh." Releasing Light's hands, L picked him up easily, tossing him over his shoulder. Light rained hits and punches on L's back, but it hardly bothered him. He was pumped up on adrenaline, walking to the bed and throwing Light onto it.

Light immediately sat up, trying to scoot further and further to the head of the bed, away from L. "At least not tonight," he said, trying desperately to wipe his tears away. "Don't you want our first time together again to be after the wedding? Not tonight, please. I can't."

"You can." L prowled to Light, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to lie down. He mounted Light easily, keeping him caged. 

Light tried to hit him again, but L pressed the offending hand back against the bed. "Don't do that again," he said. "I don't want to tie you up, but I will if I have to. And try not to scream, sweetheart. You'll disturb our daughter. Do you think she wants to hear her mother being raped?"

"You're evil," Light cried. "Do you think this will make me love you back? You're wrong."

"You already love me, Light. You've just forgotten in the four years we haven't seen each other."

He descended on Light, raining kisses on his cheek and neck and the part of his collarbone that was revealed once L began tearing at the shirt keeping his wife concealed from him. Between wet, open-mouthed kisses, he murmured, "I thought long and hard about what position I would take you in once I finally found you. From behind, like a dog, to humiliate you? Should I force you to ride me? But in the end I decided missionary was best. Something nice and traditional, for our reunion."

Light let out a shaky, scared breath. 

It was easy to tear Light's clothes off of him. Light shivered under L's lustful gaze, determinedly looking anywhere but him. L had one glance of the stretchmarks lining Light's stomach, and it was like all rationality was lost to him—he began desperately biting all along Light's torso, determined to stake his claim.

He was being fierce with his teeth, and surely it was much more painful than pleasurable for Light, if the way he was squirming and kicking was any indication. "Stop it," he was saying, again and again, but L hardly heard him as he descended upon Light's pretty, perfect cunt.

He pressed his nose into it desperately—how he had missed being in between Light's legs! As he nuzzled into it, licking and suckling, Light's foot came up to L's head, kicking at him frantically.

By now, L had grown quite tired of Light's struggles. Pausing his assault on Light's cunt, he reached up to grab Light's ankle, snapping it easily.

Light snapped a hand to his mouth, muffling his scream of pain so that Mitsuko wouldn't hear. L rose from Light's cunt, watching him with disinterest. "I told you not to fight me," he said. "Do you understand?"

Light nodded frantically, clearly not trusting himself to lift his hand from his mouth, especially as tears continued streaming down his cheeks. He even parted his thighs a little, a clear peace offering, Nodding with satisfaction, L brought his hand to the seam of Light's entrance, pushing a finger in with no warning.

Light was just as tight as L had hoped he would be. His finger could hardly get through his entrance, and he had to force it through. Light's hips were bucking at odd and involuntary intervals, his body trying desperately to reject the intruding appendage, but L kept pressing, slipping a second finger in before Light could even adjust to the first.

There was blood streaming down Light's hand from how hard he was biting into it. "It's good that you're so tight," L told him. "I might not have believed you, otherwise. But I'm glad that you kept yourself pure for me. You've made me a very happy man, Light."

Light shakily removed his hand from his mouth. The feverish look in his eyes had only gotten worse, and he couldn't quite focus on L. "Just knock me unconscious," he pleaded, voice raspy. "You can do whatever you want with my body after. I just—I don't want to feel this anymore."

L tsked. "Not for our first proper fuck in four years. I want you to feel everything." He intentionally avoided Light's g-spot, instead using the two fingers inside him to scissor his cunt open. Light was gasping in pain as he was stretched, his eyes to the ceiling. L took pity on him, using the hand not inside Light to stroke his hair. "Just a little longer, sweetheart. I'll let you sleep after."

He wasn't sure Light was stretched enough yet, but he was losing patience the longer Light looked at him with those wet, doe-like eyes. He removed his hand, and Light gasped in relief.

"Cover your mouth again," L said, and Light hastily obeyed. L quickly undid the button of his pants, slipping his cock out and nudging it against Light's entrance. Light's cunt was spasming wildly as L entered, but he refused to let it stop him, determinedly sinking in further and further. Light's hips were jerking wildly and L put a firm hand on his hip, forcibly settling him.

Once he was fully in Light, L settled his upper body against Light's, which brought him to the perfect position to kiss and nuzzle at Light's neck. 

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," Light was pleading again, his breath hoarse with tears. 

"I'm going to start moving now," L informed him. "Be ready."

Thrusting into Light was pure heaven. Nothing existed except him and his frantic search for pleasure, which only Light held the key to. L had intended to start off slow, but he had known from the first kiss of his cock against Light's cunt that that would be an impossible endeavor. His hips rolled almost on their own accord, hard and fast and aggressive, as L lost himself to the beauty that was Light Yagami.

"Do you even know what you do to me?" L murmured, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of Light's ear. "You drive me absolutely mad. The way you walk and talk and twist your hair...I've wanted to destroy you from the moment I first saw you. You hold my heart and my cock in your hands, Light. You wicked thing. My perfect little slut."

Light gasped. "Don't call me that," he whispered. "Please, Ryuzaki, I can't bear it. It hurts—everything hurts so much—be nice to me. Say nice things."

"Okay, okay." L kissed all along Light's jaw, apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You're a very good omega, Light. You're the only one I would ever make my wife. Good and loyal and beautiful. My sweet, sweet angel."

Light's entire body was shuddering. He seemed frightened and delicate, and L couldn't wait until he could slip a ring onto his finger and lock him up in a house that L paid for in a bed that L slept in. He would keep Light so safe and so happy and so pampered, until he could forget the rough ache between his legs.

L could feel himself rapidly approaching his climax. He grunted in frustration—he wanted to hold out, to enjoy his night with Light as long as he possibly could. 

"Please come," Light begged. "Please—I can't stand this anymore...It hurts! It hurts, Ryuzaki, just finish already, please, please, please..."

L was a slave to Light's whims. With a final thrust, he emptied himself inside Light, a relief that he had been chasing for four years. 

His knot swelled, stretching Light's entrance even further. Light was gasping in pain, causing L to knock their hips together in warning. "Shh," he said. "Be calm."

Light didn't respond. His gaze was wet, empty, and unseeing. His mind was clearly far away. With a satisfied grunt, L laid his head on Light's chest, enjoying the soft plush of his breasts, to wait out the knot. Light's chest was shaking, rising and falling rapidly, but L didn't mind. He kept a hand on Light's hip, stroking it like he would a frightened animal, trying in vain to calm him. 

It took half an hour for the knot to deflate enough that L could slip out. Cum gushed out, but it didn't bother him. From the swollen look of Light's stomach, there was still enough cum inside of him to give Mitsuko a sibling in nine months.

L unmounted Light in a good mood, making his way to Light's bathroom to find a cloth. He ran it under warm water, then returned to the bed. He cleaned Light up in smooth, clinical motions, scrubbing the blood off his lips and the cum off his thighs, carefully avoiding the twisted mess that was Light's ankle. 

"I'll bandage your hand in the morning," he told Light once he was done. "Your ankle, too. For now, let's sleep."

Light said nothing. Tears were still streaming down his face persistently.

A mournful feeling struck L. "Is it that unbearable to imagine yourself married to me?" he asked. "Why are you so sad, Light?"

"It's the worst fate I could have imagined for myself," Light answered.

"It doesn't have to be." L took Light's uninjured hand, thumbing his knuckles, tracing the lines on his palm. "Surely, there were good parts of our time together at the hotel, weren't there? It'll be just the good parts and not the bad parts. You'll be kept well entertained with whatever cases intrigue you...you'll be kept in the highest comfort money can buy. And I won't be so rough with you again...I was just especially excited today. And," he nudged Light's chin, urging them to lock eyes before continuing, "if you ever want to write in your notebook again...I'll turn the other way."

Light's eyes grew wide. His tears stopped. How many of those tears were real, L wondered, and how many of them were manufactured to accrue L's pity?

"Would you really?" Light said, voice edged with doubt.

"Of course," L told him. "For you, Light, anything."