tampered | Log;Ongoing

When; February 19
Rating; PG?
Characters; L

an_annaiya
Summary; L's been concious for 120 hours, so Kazuki visits to try and help him fall asleep.
Log; L felt restless as he sat on the couch, his knees drawn up into his usual pose, his laptop computer next to him. he'd been feeling the strain of staying awake for some time now, but as he was used to it, he was able to ignore it most of the time. Normally he would have just taken a dose of sleeping pills and just left things be, but it seemed Kazuki didn't approve of such methods.

And so, L was stuck waiting for the petite man to arrive at his apartment. There were bits of evidence of his restlessness scattered across his apartment. A piece of cheesecake with only one bite taken out of it was on the table, L's usually iron stomach turning at the first bite. It seemed that kazuki was right in that he needed some real food every once and a while, as much as the detective hated to admit it. Also around were some scattered books as well as the unopened bottle of sleeping pills on the counter.

And so, L waited, feeling rather like an impatient child in the way he kept glancing towards the door and straining to hear any footsteps.

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He wasn't entirely sure why he'd taken the task of looking after L upon himself; after all, he hardly knew the man. They'd had one night, brought on by a curse. However.. he couldn't seem to help it. L-san was just so.. shockingly innocent, really. It made Kazuki a little sad---he hadn't been innocent in a very long time.

Smoothing his hands down his hips with a sigh, the young man lifted a fist, knocking briefly on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside, closing it behind him again with his booted heel. --He took a moment to glance over the room before sighing and moving toward L, settling on the couch beside him and laying a hand lightly over his knee.

".. L-san, do you often go without sleep like this?" he inquired gently, other hand rising to brush dark hair out of the wide, darkly-ringed eyes. "It has me a bit worried.." More than a bit, actually.

L looked over at the door as it opened and then turned to begin to shut down his laptop and then closed the lid and moved it onto the coffee table so that it was out of the way. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands were much less coordinated that they would normally be.

He really did need to sleep. He managed not to try and scoot away from kazuki as he sat besides him. He still wasn't used to so much physical contact.

"Quite often." L replied, trying not to give into the urge to try and move closer to Kazuki. "In my own world I stayed up for as long as it took to solve a case, most of the time."

"Mm." A sound, neither approving nor disapproving. Just a sound, to show L that he'd heard and understood. --Slender, delicately-scarred hands moved, then, gently bringing the other man down against him, tucking the dark head in against his throat and brushing a kiss across messy locks. "You know how unhealthy that is, don't you? Not only physically, but mentally. You're too brilliant not to know."

Fingers smoothed down the curved back, then, finding tension knots and digging into them carefully. Perhaps, forced to relax, he could sleep without the pills. Though.. Kazuki could understand the paranoia; when he'd been the leader of Fuuga, and then later as Raitei's second-in-command, they'd always been in some kind of danger. And, of course, Kazuki's job as an annaiya wasn't without its own perils.

But L.. L's case was rather.. extreme.

"Relax," he murmured, mouth quirking at the tense posture. "It's not as if you've never lain against me before."

L had stiffened as Kazuki pulled him close, and despite knowing the touch and that Kazuki didn't bear any ill feelings towards him. He relaxed his usual position, his legs unlocking from their place at his chest, though he couldn't relinquish all of his tension.

"I know, old habits die hard." L said quietly, almost amusedly remembering Watari commenting that not even death would cure L's ways. He was right. He tried to relax as kazuki had wanted, though there was still a barrier in his mind fighting against it.

"Yes, but last time I laid against you we were both effected by a curse." L said, but relaxed himself as besthe could.

"So?" Kazuki laughed, knuckles kneading the back of L's neck carefully. "It doesn't change facts, does it? I think you've probably touched every last inch of skin I have. And at least this time we're both clothed, hm?" L was so cute; Kazuki couldn't help but think it. Worried about a little thing like what they were doing, when the things they'd done only a few days ago had been so much more scandalous.

Reaching down to unzip and yank his boots off, Kazuki settled more comfortably against the couch with the older man, long, jean-clad legs being pulled up to cradle L between them.

"You worry too much. No one here is out to get you.." He dropped another kiss against L's hair, then one against the space between his brows. "And even if there was, I think my strings could handle them." As if in response, the bells in his hair chimed softly.

L tilted his head back into Kazuki's touch, nodding in agreement to his statement, though there was the barest hint of a blush on the detective's pale cheeks. Even if it was because of a curse, it was embarassing.

"I feel I worry just enough." L commented, his eyes half closed. Despite his comments that without sleeping pills it was near impossible to fall asleep, he was beginning to wind down from the excessive amounts of caffiene and sugar in his system thanks to Kazuki.

And as much as he didn't want to admit it, being close to another person without fear of that person being out to get him was nice.

"Too much," Kazuki countered, mock-grumpily, long fingers carding through the messy dark hair soothingly. He kept his other arm curled around skinny shoulders, smoothing gently up and down the sweater-covered arm. "You're so thin," he added after a moment, brows drawing together. He'd known, of course, because he'd seen him, but at the time he hadn't exactly been thinking of it. "No wonder you always wear this stupid sweater. You probably don't have enough weight on you to keep yourself warm."

It was a worrisome thought; how long had L lived like this? All his life?

Tightening his arm at the thought in a gentle squeeze, Kazuki rested his cheek on the top of the dark head, soft eyes sliding shut.

"I'll protect you," he breathed in a sigh. "God knows it looks like no one else has ever cared to.."

L tilted his head back into the sensation of Kazuki running his fingers through his hair. His lips quirked in a half smile as the annaiya complained about his weight. It wasn't the first time someone had been concerned by his lack of bodily mass. "I have a high metabolism." L explained. "And I like this sweater..."

L's hand tentatively reached up to touch Kazuki's hand, the action seeming slightly awkward since L wasn't used to initiating such contact.

"Thank you..." L laced his fingers in with Kazuki's gently and gave a light squeeze.

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