[At the end of all of it, L wants to be a fortress. He wants to make sure that even if he can pass for a human being, he's always better, stronger, smarter than other humans. Always one step ahead, always one move in advance of his opponent's, and isn't that the root of his injury tonight?
Shōyō should know, and could probably help suck the poison out. He will also not know, not as long as L has any say in the matter, because L is fiercely competent. He'll take care of Shōyō and make him happy; he'll trust that whatever Shōyō asks for, the reasons aren't complicated, regardless of whatever L has to contort himself into to comply.
He'll be an excellent, steadfast, and dedicated partner, whatever it takes. It is, after all, all he has right now, even if knowing that he will probably be the villain in Shōyō's story someday is awful, horrible, difficult, bad.
His kisses are deep and biding, less clumsy than the last time they were this way entangled. His hands stray less; maybe he knows that what he's already taken is too much, maybe he wants to focus on just one art. Either way, his hands are clasped behind Shōyō's neck as he pushes him back, to press the other's back against the mattress, and... what?
Absorb? Possess? Devour? Does he want any of that as much as he just wants to know that another human being wants to be with him, right now, when his own soul can't even stand it?]
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Shōyō should know, and could probably help suck the poison out. He will also not know, not as long as L has any say in the matter, because L is fiercely competent. He'll take care of Shōyō and make him happy; he'll trust that whatever Shōyō asks for, the reasons aren't complicated, regardless of whatever L has to contort himself into to comply.
He'll be an excellent, steadfast, and dedicated partner, whatever it takes. It is, after all, all he has right now, even if knowing that he will probably be the villain in Shōyō's story someday is awful, horrible, difficult, bad.
His kisses are deep and biding, less clumsy than the last time they were this way entangled. His hands stray less; maybe he knows that what he's already taken is too much, maybe he wants to focus on just one art. Either way, his hands are clasped behind Shōyō's neck as he pushes him back, to press the other's back against the mattress, and... what?
Absorb? Possess? Devour? Does he want any of that as much as he just wants to know that another human being wants to be with him, right now, when his own soul can't even stand it?]