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The corners of his eyes crinkle, a pitying smile making its way onto Lights lips. L sits atop him, hands stock still as they grip a stake high above Lights heart.
Light stretches his arm out, Holding L’s face in the palm of his hand.
L’s eyes slide shut at the contact, allowing the full weight of his body to sag into Lights touch. His warmth easily seeping through Lights' unaging flesh and becoming the marrow of his should-be fossilized bones.
His heart's rhythm flickers its way in and out of Light's own mess of obsolete arteries and veins. The ghost of a heartbeat nestling itself within Lights body, settling into its carved out place as Lights soul.
“you can’t do it either, can you?” Light prompts gently. The stake dropping uselessly onto the ground next to them.
“no, no I can’t”
“you don’t have to” Light offers, his thumb swiping along L’s cheek, index finger consolingly rubbing his jaw with a familiarity neither of them wants to acknowledge just yet.
Lights' words are what break the peace, throttling him back to their reality.
Who L is and what Light is.
“these fangs will neither discriminate against friend nor foe after all” the offer, or rather thinly veiled threat balances between the two of them before L sighs.
Though L knows that Light is just as ‘capable' of putting an end to this as L himself. He still digs a knee into Lights' side.
Eyes boring down in warning at the monster beneath him.
Light Yagami’s eyes glint a blood-red color as they hold his gaze. Light is a murder, a killer of his own race. A vampire by choice, a self-made monster for the sole purpose of genocide.
He is also the last of his kind.
L has been with Light for hundreds of years, chasing after a folktale, grasping at shadows and simple feelings; L has been there. He met Light, no, ‘Kira’ the day he was both eternally changed and spared.
Light will not be the last of his kind.
Monsters continue living in every crevice of this land whether they don a mask of flesh or are made of marshes and blood. Whether Light continues to exist or not.
“I’ve won this round, either way, you should know that well” he remarks, outstretching his own hand to loosely wrap his fingers around Lights' throat.
L was raised to deliver justice, killing Light Yagami should be justice.
What truly would be injustice though is losing the one existence on earth L wants- no, needs.
There will never be another like Light Yagami for L Lawliet
The game is only fun when Light is playing with him - and that’s what this has become.
A game of cops and robbers that they will play until they tire of the toying, and puzzling for years, and millenniums at a time.
Only to return home for supper at the same table.
L knows it is the same for Light, can see it in the way Lights eyes shine when he is chased down yet again, in every sway of Lights hips and swing of his legs. Light Yagami loves being L’s mystery.
In, turn L loves being the only one that can even begin to unravel the layers behind even the smallest of Lights schemes. He’s sure Light has considered it just as he has, winning once and for all.
Light, so he can rid the monsters of this world, humans and creatures alike. L, to deliver justice, to make Light suffer for those innocents who’ve died throughout it all. Their deaths a trail of destruction that always leads L to Light.
It is despicable, Light has to lose. L needs to triumph, permanently.
For now, though, L holds Lights' hips in the palm of his hands and brings his mouth down to meet Lights' lips.
“good game, now what would the champion detective like to eat?” is left in the air ignored, too busy reacquainting their existence to its other half to waste their breath.
They will stay wrapped around each other for hours (immortality makes minutes and hours pass by oh so quickly after all) until L finally pulls back. Some semblance of a pout already forming on his lips.
“I’d much prefer the sweetness of your mouth to the bitterness of whatever it is you plan to have for supper”