Still gripping Light's hair, L shoved him to his knees, allowing Light's face to rake against the bark of the tree. Taking Light from behind was something he hadn't anticipated... but it seemed appropriate, since eye contact would only be awkward and make L doubt himself. His fingers were slicked with blood... Light's blood, but that didn't seem to upset Light... in fact, he appeared to be in ecstasy. The red liquid was warm on his fingers, and as he caressed himself, it became as hot and urgent as its evocative color. "Light..." he breathed softly, reaching for the other man's member and grasping it as he eased himself, slowly and with deceptive gentleness, as deeply into Light's body as he could. Whatever hellish possession was causing him to behave like this... he would share it with Light.