“L...Ryuzaki...Lawliet...”

He whispered softly to himself, running his hand over the carpet fibers where L's feet had once been, where his pants once laid, thrown off in the rush of two passionate males. Light looked up to the bed where their lips first met in an accidental fall over which had started it all. The kiss led to another, which led to a make out, which led to a hand job, which led to a suck, which led to a fuck, which led to a night sleeping together, the curve of their bodies like two perfect circles entwined.



Light pushed himself up and managed to crawl onto the bed, where he hugged a pillow close to him, as close as Ryuzaki had once been. No, not L. Not Ryuuzaki. Lawliet. One lonesome tear found it's way down his cheek and he squeezed his eyes shut, Lawliet's voice replaying in his head. Hello Light-kun. I need to ask you a few questions, is that alright?. His nice voice, fitting for his figure, the way he always slumped.







He seemed perfect to Light.