A/N: LOOK, I'M ALIVE! Okay, sort of alive. I was asked to write Death Note, so I wrote it :)

Dizzyness

There were hundreds of clubs in Tokyo and Light hated them all. An alibi was in order for the night, however, and a few of the Kira investigation task force would be gathering at one of the cleaner joints two subway stops away from his house. There was no reason to skip the opportunity. They could see him there, and at one in the morning when two more criminals died Light would be there with them, dancing to the pounding music just like any other college student on a Saturday night.

Just because it would work didn’t mean he was planning on actually enjoying it. The jeans he was wearing were too tight and the sleeveless black T-shirt was too cold. Ryuk tried to make conversation on the subway, but Light was pissed and ignored him.

By the time he arrived the club was already buzzing. Whoever of the task force that had decided to come along hadn’t arrived, leaving Light to tack on a smile and buy some seltzer water from the bartender.

“At least Misa didn’t come along, right Light?” Ryuk laughed from behind his back, his toes dragging through the crowd. Light agreed — fervently — but continued his silent treatment. Bodies pressed against him in welcome, begging him to dance with them. Their eyes locked on him and he glanced back, promising nothing. There was no way Light would give a damn about horny, drunk, twenty-somethings giving him glances. Hell, there wasn’t much worse than putting up with a couple of hours in this place.

Finally a few faces he recognized ducked through the door and ordered some sake. That wasn’t what made him flat out stare, however. It was who was with Matsuda and ___, standing behind them a figure had slouched through the door and stood in a small clear space.

L?! No, it was someone else.... Nevertheless, Light craned his neck to catch glimpses of the man through the crowd. Then he realized Ryuk was laughing.

“What’s up, Ryuk?” he shouted over the clamor. No one could tell what he was saying, and no one in this club would care. The shinigami just kept laughing, so Light knew it had to be L.

Why, why is he here?! He slammed his way through the crowd, shoving dancers out of the way.

“What the hell! Hey, asshole, buy me a beer to replace the one you just spilled all over the floor!!”

Why is he here?! Light ignored the drunk clubbers and finally came within five feet of L. He stood there in his normal clothes, looking out of place amongst the flashy, more revealing dancers. No reaction to the pounding music or hypnotic lights showed on his face. They were the only two in the room, Light realized, who hadn’t been captured in the single beast everyone else had become — a lustful, writhing beast at the mercy of music blasted over the speakers. These people were at the will of the beat and the tempo.

The two of them were part of another being entirely, it seemed. That moment L turned and met Light’s eyes. His black hair flashed pink, green, white, and blue with the lights, plunging into blackness in the split second between each color change.

What’s he doing here? What is he planning to get out of it?

Ryuk was laughing still.

“Hey, Ryuzaki!”

L glanced at him as if he was startled, but he couldn’t have missed him before. He’s up to something.

“Hello, Light-kun.”

Light had expected him to look unsure and out of place but L seemed as relaxed as if he was safe in his own hotel room.

“I didn’t know you liked this sort of thing, Ryuzaki,” Light shouted over the music.

“Do you?” L mouthed. Light pretended that he hadn’t taught himself to read lips in the third grade.

“What?” he shouted. L began making his way away from the bar and Light followed.

“I said, do you come here often, Light-kun?”

“Not really.” Better not to lie, he’s up to something.

They leaned against the back wall.

“It’s loud,” L said. He glanced towards the back door.

“Do you want to go outside?” Light asked, fishing for any reason to come here at all. Light had said that he might show up, so L had known that there was a chance to find him at the club. Does he want to talk to me?

The lights were making him dizzy, as if he was falling into some other realm of reality. L however was still unaffected. Bodies rubbed against them, plunging him further into disjointed thoughts.

“Sure, Light-kun,” L said after watching him for a bit.

The door slammed behind them, shutting off the worst of the music and the dizzying, flying lights. Outside it was cold, black, and nearly silent. After a few moments his ears began to recover from the deafening roar of the club and Light could hear the wind.

I’m still dizzy... did he slip me something? No... no time.

“You don’t look so good, Light-kun,” L said, peering at his face. Light wondered where the hell Ryuk was.

Maybe it’s all the stress. Damn this guy, he’s the reason there’s so much trouble.

He could feel L’s hot breath on his lips. Light’s tongue flicked out and licked them. He leaned against the wall, and suddenly his arms were pinned by strong, bony hands.

“Do that again,” L said.

“What?!” he gasped, trying to wrench out of L’s steely grip.

L’s tongue traced his lips and the dizzy feeling multiplied ten fold. The hot, wet touch deepened into a kiss that floated softly, then became vicious, biting at each other’s lips, waging a war that they fought behind the scenes. It was an outlet for their silent competition and the taste of blood spread across their battered tongues. L was quicker and stronger — since when, since when had he been like this! Light struggled but couldn’t get away, couldn’t want to get away.

He couldn’t breath, there was no oxygen in his lungs, and L still wouldn’t stop. Light felt faint, trembling, his vision blurred when he opened his eyes. His lungs were screaming and there was blood on his chin, as if they were some sort of fucked up vampire.

Finally L took pity and watched as he doubled over, choking and gasping, his lips a bleeding mess. It was such a release from the constant pressure, the constant tenseness that both were caught up in. Light heaved for air and spat as much blood as he could onto the ground, some mix of both of theirs. He wondered vaguely what blood type L had. Wether it was the same as his, or different.

“You’re cheating, Light-kun,” L told him, forcing him back against the wall, still wheezing for air.

What?

“On Misa-san.”

Oh.

Light leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to try to lick L’s torn lips — torn by him, marked by him — but L pulled away.

“No, Light-kun. I can’t have you cheating on your girlfriend.”

Those strong, long fingered hands holding him to the bricks dropped him and he slid down onto the ground, coughing, still trying to get enough oxygen to make up for the precious seconds felt without it. He could have died.

L was walking away, back into the club. Hell, he was leaving. Light tried to pull himself up, but there was no strength left in him. He slumped onto the concrete and let his and L’s blood stain his jeans, his head spinning as he listened to it drip.

A/N: I feel like that was somewhat poor quality. I'll try to do better next time, yes? After all, I just realized that this was my first Death Note fic.