Title: Of Physics and Chemistry
Main Pairing: L x Raito x L
Warning(s): AU, Yaoi, The first section is practically PWP and a little plot comes later. Do I need to emphasize graphic sex? No? Good.
Summary: AU. After a one-night stand with a beautiful young man, L's life is turned upside down, especially when he finds out said man is the son of his coworker. LxRaitoxL
Love is a matter of chemistry, but sex is a matter of physics.
L was in a club. A gay club, to be exact, drinking mint tea and nibbling on sugar cookies and sitting in a chair with his legs held up to his chest. He was getting several strange looks from men, who pointed at him discretely (but he noticed) and then whispered in their boyfriend's ear. It was actually more of a lounge than a club, because the music was loud, but not booming and there was nice dancing, not lustful romping, and there were comfortable chairs, not just bar stools.
There were two reasons L was in a gay club. One of them, was because he had nothing better to do, and his assistant, Watari, had told him to go out some place, and the library and bookstores was closed this late. The second reason was, inevitably, L was a homosexual, and had no interest in hiding it. Although, with people of whom it did not concern, he had no interest in sharing it either.
He did not dress up for these places. He wore his uniform of a cotton white, three quarter sleeve shirt, faded blue jeans and tennis shoes with no socks that were almost completely hanging off his feet. He hated shoes, and since it was something you needed to have on while in public, he made it a point to go into public as little as possible. His hair was on his head, but nothing more, not brushed or combed, sticking up in every direction.
The truth of the matter was, he really wasn't expecting to go home with anyone tonight. It was just not something he'd planned on doing, really, and this club, with its slightly-more-sophisticated-than-usual air, wasn't likely to provide him with a person desperate enough to have sex with him anyway.
The bartender was nice enough, an effeminate man who overcompensated his discomfort with L's quirky appearance by calling him 'sweetie' and 'hun'. He was what the many people called 'flaming', although L wasn't entirely sure where that stereotype's name came from, he was fairly certain that the bartender fit the image.
L, however, was not a stereotypical gay man in the least, and in fact man people thought him incapable of forming an attraction to anyone, male or female. He had thought, for much of his life, that that was pretty accurate. But, it turned out, that when arousal overcame him and he attempted sex with women, he just wasn't all that into it.
For the most part, he couldn't stand woman. They got emotionally attached, and actually thought themselves some sort of saint for seeing past his odd exterior and…
…eventually, into the cold, apathetic, unemotional rock underneath.
He was not some sort of candy with a hard outside that just needed to be cracked open to reach the marshmallow below. He was instead a jawbreaker, which….pretty much spoke for itself.
Men, on the other hand, while still more emotional that he, were much easier to tolerate for long enough to fornicate with. To men, sex was not consummating a relationship, but simple intercourse, a release of frustration. Which, really, was all that L wanted.
So there was really no reason at all for him to be sitting in the lounge, sipping on mint tea and eating sugar cookies, which he could be doing back at the hotel. But he stayed anyway, and ignored the looks that were being sent his way by several good-looking men, and not for a positive reason either. It seemed he was not very popular there.
Which was why it surprised him when a man, in his early twenties he was sure, with russet, glossy hair, a smooth face and a slim, lithe body sat down next to him. Well, it wasn't so much next to him then in his vicinity. The chair adjacent to his, but still, closer than any other person in the bar had gotten to him.
And he was definitely the most attractive man in the bar, and L could already hear the whispers of 'What in the world…?' and 'Is he crazy?' and even more 'What the hell is that hottie doing sitting with that freak?'. Or other things along those lines.
"How utterly shallow," the insanely gorgeous young man said, shaking his head. L looked at him, in his creamy skinned, chiseled, perfect face.
L just cocked his head questioningly, not sure if he should say anything to the comment, even though he agreed. He wasn't sure if it was just a statement, or actually something said to him.
"The people here," said the man, the corner of his lip quirking upward, "They are against anything different, or new."
"Ah, I think it's more than that," L pointed out, "When you first came here, I doubted that they did this to you."
"No," the youth snorted, "No, I suppose not. But either way, it's shallow. I, however, embrace what's different. In fact, I look for it. Without it, it's boring."
"I agree," L replied, "So then, you don't find me boring?"
The bartender came over, handing the man a drink, and L knew that the man came there often, since the employee knew his drink by heart. The effeminate man patted the striking boy on the shoulder, as if to wish him 'good luck' before walking away.
"Not at all," said the auburn-haired man, "In fact, you are very interesting."
"The fact that you find me interesting," L lifted his thumb to his mouth and bit down hard, eyeing the boy from head to toe, from his long, slender legs, to his pressed button up shirt and perfectly in place hair, "…Is interesting."
"Hm," the man took a sip of his drink, which L recognized as some sort of gin and champagne mix, and then put it down and held out his hand to L, "I'm Raito."
L blinked at the gesture, but took the hand. The name gave him a light bulb, but he couldn't quite place it. "Call me Ryuuzaki. And a handshake? That is a very western gesticulation."
Raito let go of the hand and smiled slightly, "Well, you aren't from Japan, are you?"
"How did you know?" L inquired, eyebrows rising.
"Lucky guess," Raito shrugged, "Now, what are you doing in a place like this, Ryuuzaki? For some reason, it seems out of your style."
"It is," L replied, and answered truthfully, bluntly, "I am here for casual sex."
There was a pause, before Raito burst out laughing, a guttural, sexy sound that L wanted to hear more of. Many looks were cast their way again, but now that they were in an open conversation, and L had apparently gotten the approval of one of their own, people looked away as quickly as they'd turned toward them. One hand covered his pretty mouth as chuckles continued to emit from it, in an Asian modesty that L found quite charming.
For some reason, it didn't even occur to him that Raito could possibly be making fun of him; instead it seemed quite obvious that it was the straightforwardness of the answer which had shocked him into a laughing fit.
"That…" Raito gasped for air, his face tingeing with color from the exertion of the breathless sniggering, "…That was unexpected."
"Oh?" L blinked, "Is that not why you are here?"
"Well, yes," Raito removed his hand from his mouth, but continued smiling gently with an amused sparkle in golden brown eyes, "But I would have put it more delicately."
"Ah, I see," L nodded, "I do not sugar-coat things –well, figuratively, anyway –just for the comfort of others."
"So I see," Raito leaned forward slightly, "So you are here for…casual sex. It's interesting that you should come here instead of a real club."
"Yes," L nodded, frowning, "I had already come to the conclusion that I would not be taking anyone with me on my way out of here tonight."
"And still you stayed," Raito said pointedly, and L just nodded.
"For no reason in particular," L replied, and then added thoughtfully, "I find your name interesting. Raito. What Kanji do you use?"
"The symbol for 'moon'," Raito answered easily, taking another delicate sip of his drink and holding it in a sophisticated way, with his palm pressed against the bottom and the stem poking out between his middle and ring finger.
"Hm," L nodded, "I wonder…do you find it odd that I would be interested in a relationship because of my appearance?"
"What?" Raito blinked widely, "No, why do you ask?"
"Ugly people usually settle," L told Raito, "Therefore an odd looking person, such as myself, might be mistaken for a person who would go with anyone who would take them, and try to keep them."
"You think you're ugly?" Raito cocked an eyebrow, and L saw that the thought of him having insecurity turned Raito off.
"No," L answered honestly, "I do not. I am really much more confident than most people think I should be. Bordering on arrogant, actually."
He saw Raito's shoulders relax noticeably. He found that intriguing.
"I see," was all Raito had to say.
"So, in short, most people do find me unappealing to the eyes," L continued easily, "And so are surprised when I tell them I am not interested in an emotional relationship. Which is also why I stay away from women."
Raito laughed again, shortly this time, "The same with me. Women are…frustrating. And clingy. They always think they're going to be the one I care about, you know?"
"I know," L replied, grimacing, " 'Sex relieves tension - love causes it.'"
Raito nodded, and quoted equally, " 'Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go it's one of the best'."
L lifted an eyebrow and met the challenge, "'Sex is God's joke on human beings.'"
Raito gave another deep, throaty laugh that made the spot below L's stomach tighten in a sort of painful pleasure.
" 'Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions'," Raito countered, taking a swallow of his drink.
"Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. "Yes" is the answer," L retorted easily.
"Well then," Raito said, ending the war of quotations, and smirking, "Yes."
L was taken aback; he was sure he'd heard wrong, "Excuse me?"
"You want casual sex, I want casual sex," Raito explained simply, putting his glass down and continuing, "I'm interested in you, and if the way you've been looking at me ever since I sat down is anything to go by, then you're interested in me to."
"So…" L started, not wanting to mistake this for anything else. He had to make sure that this breathtakingly stunning man was truly agreeing to have sex with him, before he said something and made a total fool of himself.
"So…" Raito smiled in a searing hot, suggestive way and suddenly, the previously striking wide orbs narrowed and instantly became smoldering bedroom eyes, to L at least. "Maybe you don't have to leave here alone, after all."
That was all it took. L's head snapped up to the bartender and he said, "Check, please."
Raito grinned and pulled out his wallet, grabbing a one thousand yen note out and handing it to the bartender, who took both his and L's money. The bartender looked utterly flabbergasted and ran over to a friend and started whispering frantically in a high-pitched voice, pointing and L and Raito, who were now standing up together.
L looked at Raito standing for a few moments, seeing that if he stood up straight the young man was the same height as he was. Then, leaning in rapidly, he placed a quick kiss on petal like lips, snatching the kiss and pulling away before Raito could even react.
L was just taking a taste, and was prepared to say so if Raito asked, but it seemed the younger man understood his intentions and merely waved an arm toward the door.
L nodded and they walked to the entrance together, and although their backs were facing away from the main room, they could feel the stunned eyes of the other occupants burning into them as they made their way out.
"Where should we go?" Raito questioned, looking at L curiously.
"The hotel I am staying at is just down the street," L pointed to a tall, thick building that was his hotel, "It will be easier that way."
L decided that the trip to the hotel was much too long, but it could have been worse. They walked together towards the building in silence, but not an uncomfortable one. It could have been awkward, but was not.
But in the end, they did make it to L's hotel room, and Raito looked around, impressed by the large, comfortable sweet. He'd probably been expecting a one bed room, with a bathroom, not a full set, with a living room, dining room, bathroom and a large bedroom with a king sized bed. However, it didn't take them long to get to the bedroom, and once the door was closed, L found himself pressed against the wall firmly, not a position he was used to being it. Usually it was he pushing others against the wall.
He would allow it. For now.
Raito's lips hovered inches from his own, hot breath on his lips, breath which L wanted desperately to feel in his mouth. He leaned forward until their lips met again. This time it was no merely peck on the lips, but a full blown kiss with movement, tongues and teeth.
L soon switched their positions and smashed Raito into the wall none too gently. Shirts were easily removed, and then pants fell around ankles just after, shoes left by the door. Socks were kicked off (on Raito's part, for L wore none) and they stepped out of their pants, Raito falling onto L as they collapsed onto the bed.
L flipped them over, pinning Raito beneath him and continued to kiss the young man senseless, hands moving over the smooth skin of that perfect torso as fingers hooked under the band of his underwear. He found himself again under Raito and his underwear taken off, and he caught Raito's leg strangely and spun him around again, forcing the younger man on his back once more. He slipped Raito's briefs off as well, throwing them to the side of the bed.
L slid down, tongue trailing over the center of Raito's stomach and dipping his wet ligament into Raito's navel and felt the subtle lift of the hips. He smirked and went lower, holding onto the throbbing cock in front of his face and placed a teasing, gentle kiss against the head. Involuntarily, Raito's hips jerked up and he growled, fisting the blankets in between nimble fingers.
"For god's sake…"
Finally L sunk the length into his mouth and Raito was engulfed in a hot, wet sea of bliss. Gentle sucking taunted him cruelly and he tightened his grip on the covers, the sucking sensation increasing and making him loose himself slightly in the warm feeling. L's hand went to the drawer, sneaking it open and fishing around stealthily for the small bottle of lube and a condom.
He pulled them out, placing the condom on the bed, and then squirted a bit on his fingers, letting it fall to the bed and then crawled his hand down between his legs and quickly slipped a finger passed the tight ring of muscle and his entire digit into the hot, constricting passage.
"What the hell!?" The boy suddenly tensed and pulled his leg up, "Get the hell out!"
L looked up, releasing the head from his mouth, but didn't remove his finger.
"Stop," Raito snapped, pull him up and grabbing L's shoulders and against reversing their positions, forcing L onto his backside again. He grabbed L's wrist and pulled the finger out of him.
"No," L replied easily, grabbing Raito around the hips, and pushing the gorgeous boy back into the sheets with himself atop him, "I am never on bottom."
"Are you kidding?" Raito breathed, "Neither am I!"
"There's a first time for everything," L muttered, and brought his lips to Raito's neck and crushed their pelvises together.
They both let out moans as their hardness's slid against each other. Raito wrapped his arms around L's back and swiftly rolled them back over until the older man was underneath him again.
"You're right, there is," Raito replied, pressing his lips to L's jugular and reaching around to grab the lube that L had abandoned. L hit it out of the bottle out of his hand.
L sighed, enjoying the searing hot kisses being planted on his neck.
"Well, there's only way to settle this, then," L told Raito, who looked him in the eye.
"Me going home, right now?" Raito inquired, his eyes narrow. He paused on his spot hovering over L, and although knew that this young man had a bit of control over him, being the one that could get anyone he wanted, he was determined to gain back that control
"No," L answered, "We fight for it."
He then kneed Raito in the stomach, and the boy hunched forward, falling onto L and clutching his stomach in pain. He began to turn them over again but was hit with an uppercut, forcing his chin upwards and making it easy for Raito to climb on top of him.
They continued grappling, cries of pain emitted every once in a while. One minute Raito was on top of L, forcing him into the mattress and forcing his lips onto L's harshly and the next he was pinned down under sharp bones and strong fingers. Raito let out a choked gasp when L kicked him hard in the tummy and forced him onto his stomach, grabbing his arms and placing them in a lock behind him with the hand that was not slicked.
"Fuck…" Raito wriggled under him, making L harder against his cheeks. "Get…get off…"
"No," L replied simply, his hand sneaking back down to Raito's firm butt and in between the cheeks and back down to the tiny pucker of muscles, "We fought for it. I won, fair and square."
His finger invaded the compact, smoldering tunnel, with another finger as well.
"Ah….you bastard…" Raito's hands twisted behind him as the uncomfortable stretching feeling shot up his spine. His breath was coming out erratically and he gritted his teeth as a third glossed finger entered him quickly, pain firing up him. "Damn it…go slower, it's my first…ng…!"
L felt Raito spasm under him and knew he'd found his prostate. He dug his fingers in deeper, more than nudging that fantastic bundle of nerves.
"You're first time on bottom?" L inquired, breathing into Raito's ear, "With the way you're enjoying it, I would have never guessed…"
"Bastard!" Raito snarled, his fingers tensing as L struck that fucking spot again, "You…I so did not agree to this when I left…with you..."
L twisted his arm and put astounding pressure, almost brutal, against that spot inside mark inside him.
"Do you want me to stop?" L asked, letting go of his wrists and spinning Raito around to lie on his back again, keeping his fingers against the mark the entire time. Raito grunted and then gasped again as the angle against his prostate shifted and L pulled them out entirely and then shoved them back in again.
Raito hips unwillingly bucked back into the fingers and he growled as it happen, hating that he enjoyed it so thoroughly. His stomach hurt from where Ryuuzaki had kicked him repeatedly.
"I've never… had sex… this violent before," Raito gasped, sweating and breathing hard. Again with the in and out. Damn it…
"No?" L respired against Raito's neck, "Then you are not doing it right."
He removed his fingers, pulled the condom on swiftly and then grabbed the long legs, forcing them in the air and positioned himself against the now prepared sphincter. He peered down at Raito, whose chest was heaving, sweat rolling down his pretty, smooth skin and his face was flushed with strain and arousal, his swollen manhood standing against his stomach. His brown eyes glared up at him, still sore in more ways than one, and L bent over him and then pushed in.
The rigid ring still resisted the intrusion for several excruciating seconds before it gave way and allowed L to sink into the tense confines of the inside of this beautiful man. L watched as the vein in Raito's jaw bulged as his teeth ground against each other and his muscled tensed around L's shaft.
He groaned as the searing canal clamped down on his sensitive flesh, but knew it would hurt Raito more the way he was going.
"You need…to relax…" L whispered in broken sentences, almost reverting back to English, his first language, because talking in Japanese, his sixth language, was nearly too much effort for him with that firmness all around him.
"Easier…said than… done…" Raito shifted, and L moved his legs so his knees where hooked over the bony shoulders. He used his still slightly polished hand to run up and down Raito's length a few times, until his muscles went lax and L slipped the rest of the way in. "Ah! God….Sh...nn…!"
L wound his arms around Raito's shoulders and hid his face in the crook of the young man's neck, rocking back and out of him slightly before rolling his hips forward again, further into the boy this time. Raito's fingernails dug into the mattress and L pulled back out again, even farther, and then went back in a little faster, aiming for the prostate inside the gorgeous man that seemed so sensitive.
L held onto the young man more securely, rocking hard into him, and he soon felt damp hands on his back, holding onto him tighter. He sped up slightly, the faster he went the more tiny, uncontrollable sounds Raito let slip and so he quickened the pace even further. Sweaty fingertips skidded over his gaunt back, and legs fell over to his sides, widening further, and their upper bodies, slick with perspiration, slid against each other in the most delectable way, heightening their senses.
A sound rumbled in the back of Raito's throat as the head of Ryuuzaki's penis hit his prostate wonderfully (horribly, because it was supposed to be him on top) and the older man pulled back and then once again wrenched forward. Raito's hands dug into the back of firm, pale shoulders, and his eyes closed and bowed his head, forehead connecting with Ryuuzaki's neck. He still couldn't believe he was letting this man, this strange, odd but still interesting man, fuck him instead of vice versa.
L could tell by the resounding tightness clenched firmly around his throbbing cock, the searing friction that sparked flames in his lower regions with each agonizingly slow plunge. He let his hands travel to the narrow hips and took a firm hold on them, and slowed down the pace even further, this time not so much as to not hurt the young man and more to tease the stunning figure below him with slow, torturous pleasure.
Pressure against his prostate was hard, but certainly not enough, where Raito was concerned. Ryuuzaki continued with gradual plunders, slow little thrusts that were making Raito go crazy with anticipation of faster thrusts that didn't come. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man, loosening his arms to lean back and look at Ryuuzaki in the face.
Ryuuzaki was barely sweating, just soft sparkles of moisture in a thin layer over his chest and forehead, and his breath was deep and husky, but hardly erratic. Raito cursed the man for his self control, even in the face of him, who was surely excellent enough to make even the most composed man loose himself.
Instead of questioning aloud the measured invasions, Raito was determined now, because there was no turning back, to make this man loose the control he seemed to have so much of. Ryuuzaki, he was sure, was attempting to do the same to him with those slow, deliberate intrusions, but Raito was determined to beat him in this.
Abruptly, he clamped the muscles in his bottom down as hard as he could around the pulsating length.
L felt the compression immediately, the hot walls closing in to tightly around his shaft that he wasn't sure if he could pull it out if he wanted to. His breath hitched and his grip tightened on the boy and he hung his head low and bit down on the round, soft bulb of Raito's shoulder. He bit down hard, so hard that Raito swore in pain and his muscles tensed around him even more, and L felt himself suffocating in the overpowering burrow of burning, unyielding muscle.
"Damn it…Ryuuzaki…stop…biting me…" Raito ground out, the sharp pain from his shoulder not allowing him to relax, lest they dig deeper into his skin.
"If you…" L started, but he had to take a breath to stop himself from forgoing all restraint and pinning the youth down harshly and pounding into him. The thought made his cock swell even more, and he groaned and his own fingernails dug into the silky skin of Raito's back. "You told me…to go…slowly…but if you don't want to be…torn in half…I suggest you…stop teasing me…"
"So…you can tease…but I can't?" Raito let out a short laugh, "Don't give me…that bull shit…about 'going slow'…because you weren't doing that…for me…you just wanted to…hear me….beg…"
L couldn't help but smirk at the truthfulness of that statement, the tiny, wry grin hazy with lust.
"I suppose you….caught me…" L breathed, "But instead you…decided to…make me…loose control to you…?"
"Something…to that affect," Raito gasped lowly as L imbedded himself further inside his body, and god what the hell was this man doing to him?
"You are…such an interesting….person…" L ground out as he further plummeted himself into that amazing body, and he thought for sure he would die an early death because of this boy. "You were stripped of your control…when you were obligated to be on bottom…and yet you still find a way…to manipulate me…"
"Funny how that works, huh?" Raito smirked equally, his dreamy eyes half lidded in the most sensual way, and he gave another clench of his muscled around L, and the older man snapped.
He wasn't sure if it was that tiny bit of pressure around him, just a pulse of slightly tighter stress on his cock, or that sexy smirk and steaming eye contact that pushed him over the edge.
He removed his arms from around Raito's body and grabbed the thighs that had fallen to his side, forcing them upwards and driving himself into the boy even further. Raito gasped loudly and cried out against his will as his lower back left the bed completely, and Ryuuzaki bent him in half, his legs held in place by strong, bony hands. L pulled out again quickly and then drove back in with even more force.
"Ah!" Raito's hands found the first thing to grab and one was the pillow behind his head and the other was the sheets. His prostate was attacked it the most wicked (delicious, wonderful, exquisite) way and it made him push back into the length shoved in and out of him.
He was not supposed to enjoy this. He really wasn't, but damn it this man was doing something to him! He might've sworn he'd been hypnotized if he believed in those things, because he felt enchanted by some sort of mind control. He made noises that he never made during sex, noises that had aroused him when the other man made them, and had vowed to never make. It had always been easy before, when he was on top, but –but he couldn't –it was just too –fuck!
His body arched (again, something he'd promised himself he'd never do) against the top of his own thighs as the speed increased in its almost violently hot velocity. He would not beg, of course, that was a line he refused to cross –noises and bucking were one thing, but pleading harder, faster, deeper was just something he would kill himself before doing.
L watched through black eyes, fogged with desire as Raito's back curved and his fingers paled as their vice grip on the clothes below him tightened impossibly. He watched his length descend and ascend over and over again, disappearing repeatedly into that tight entrance into the heaven that was the inside of this strikingly handsome young man. He was struck, briefly, by the thought of how unlikely they were together, and that this man had actually agreed to this.
But a luscious sound erupted from Raito's swollen lips, and L lost track of the thought when he bent down to swallow it.
They both felt close, the intense tension in the pit of each stomach, agonizing it the sweetest way, and L's thrusts grew more and more irregular, as did Raito's breathing. Each breath was a dependant variable, and it relied on the independent variable; the strength of Ryuuzaki's thrusts. Raito felt himself closing in on his peak, twisting under Ryuuzaki wildly, as the older man slammed into him.
L couldn't help it; the sight before him was just too much. A writhing, sweating, gasping beautiful young man underneath him, and a fiery channel enclosing around him was just –it was –god, what the hell was this boy doing to him? He burst in more ways than just inside the boy, seeing white and his mind loosing all thought for once. His came explosively inside the boy, his hands tightening on the thighs he still held and a louder than normal groan of pleasure escaping his throat.
When Raito felt the pressure of Ryuuzaki coming inside him, even through the latex, as it happened, right against his prostate, he was forced into an aggressive climax. One that once again had his back bending and his mouth opening to let a strangled wail rip out. No scream came; the strength of the release crushing him to completely that it sucked the very breath out of his lungs. Instead a choking sound was emitted and he felt himself spasm as he came against both of their stomachs.
His chest heaving, his breath coming out in puffs, Raito sunk into the mattress and L pulled out of him, removing the condom, tying it, and throwing it on the floor. In the back of Raito's mind, he found this rather gross, but he was too zapped of his energy to really be disgusted. L fell on top of Raito, his chin buried into the crook of the young man shoulder, his breath more uneven than he'd ever remember it being.
He'd played tennis for five hours straight before without being this winded, and seeing as it was only a half hour of sex, that was saying something.
No words were exchanged about the greatness of the activity that had just partook, because to both of them it was more than obvious that they'd never had such good sex before. Even Raito had to admit it, although somewhat begrudgingly. They could list every word between 'intense' and 'passionate' and they were sure they wouldn't land on a word that described exactly what that interaction was, but they felt it, radiating like the warmth from either body.
Raito didn't even have enough vigor to argue with Ryuuzaki's choice of pillow, because he was still on top of him, his head rest on Raito's shoulder and his hips still settle comfortably between Raito's slightly spread legs. But it was a relaxed atmosphere, and Raito, for some reason, loathed to disrupt it. Their breaths gradually evened, growing shallower and shallower until Raito had fallen asleep below him.
L found it amusing that, even after what they just did, Raito could look almost innocent in deep slumber.
He found himself watching the youth until he fell asleep as well, his nose buried into Raito's neck. He woke up when, early in the morning, Raito was slipping out from underneath him. The sky outside the window was a grayish blue with the upcoming morning, but still the dull darkness tingeing it from the night before, so L estimated the time was around five a.m. He looked at Raito while he dressed, and the man gave him one last look before starting toward the door.
He almost went to catch the boy and make some sort of arrangement to see him again, because he certainly couldn't pass up such sex if there was a chance to make it happen again. The sex had been so spectacular, L was almost tempted.
Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
L's routine went back to normal, and Watari had said nothing about knowing of the night with the young man, so he didn't explain himself. He was pretty sure Watari knew, though, Watari always knew, but he didn't feel the need to justify it. Watari didn't approve of his sexual habits; he read romance novels, and been married once to the woman of his dreams, who'd died of cancer, and he'd never dated again. He believe in love, true love, and was disappointed that L did not.
He continued working on a serial murder case, which had interesting only because of the subtly in which was person was killing. Somehow he was sneaking a poison into several different families' dinners, a poison that caused a heart attack. The media was calling him 'Kira' for the English word 'Killer' a he wasn't a very popular guy. Or girl. L hadn't decided yet which gender Kira was more likely to be.
He'd called a few people in to work with him on it, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Mogi, Ukita, Aizawa and about six other men that were less prominent in his mind. He had better, more important things to think about than some one night stand. His life went on, and he barely ever thought about Raito, except as occasional masturbation material.
For three weeks, he went on with the case. He learned a few new things about Kira, and there was a high chance that it was a woman. There were traces of lipstick and tiny beads left places, like from a bracelet, so he was 85 percent sure it was a female. The case consumed his time.
He was perfectly content never seeing Raito again. His life was satisfactory without mind-blowing sex and a cute writhing thing under him. In fact, he'd practically added the encounter to the list, filing it away in his mind as insignificant, concentrating on his work, as always.
One day, however, after he'd let the men go home early for the week end, Soichiro Yagami came back up, massaging his temples.
"Ah…Ryuuzaki, I hate to ask, but my car was towed…" Soichiro sighed, and L nodded, not taking his eyes off the computer screen. He pressed the intercom to reach Watari.
"Watari, Yagami-san needs a ride home," L stated, before clicking off it and going back to reading about the latest people killed by Kira.
It took a few minutes, but Watari reached the room, and when he did, Soichiro looked at the old man gratefully, but with a tiny hint of embarrassment.
"I'm really sorry to be a bother…"
"Not at all," Watari waved it off flippantly, "Ryuuzaki, please join us."
L paused, surprised by the question before answering simply, "I'm busy."
"I'm sure you are," Watari conceded, "But I would like you to join us just the same. The trip is thirty minutes long there and back. Kira will not be caught within that time."
"You don't know that."
"Ryuuzaki, you have not left this hotel room for three weeks," Watari snapped, passed his kind version of asking and onto his fatherly version, "You are coming with us."
L looked up at him, peering at the man with large eyes as Soichiro observed uncomfortably from the sidelines, and finally, L nodded.
"Fine," L answered, hopping out of his seat and grumbling, "But I'm not wearing shoes."
The trip was boring. L tapped his foot against the seat and looked out the tinted window, ignoring stubbornly Yagami's attempts at making conversations. The man was used to his anti-social antics now, so he wasn't offended. The sky was getting darker, twilight's hue over the sky giving a dreamy feeling to the world, making L a little bit sleepy. He hadn't slept for two days. He hadn't slept well for…
Finally they reached the upper middle class home, and L paid little attention as Yagami opened the door and slid out. With the door still open, Soichiro cried out.
"Raito!" Yagami cried, and L tensed and looked out the door automatically. That name…no, it couldn't be. It wasn't a popular name, but…it had to be a coincidence. "Raito, what are you doing out here?"
Still the door was open, and L heard footsteps approaching the Chief.
"Waiting for you, Dad," said a voice that was much to familiar to L, a voice he remembered gasping and moaning and cursing him and –no way. "Mom told me you'd be home for dinner. I haven't seen you in over a week! I wanted to catch up."
"Great," L heard Soichiro grin, and L continued to stare in shock at the back of Yagami-san's leg.
"This isn't your car," L hear that voice say, bending over to look in the open door.
Raito's brown eyes (which L remembered widening and closing and hooded with lust) caught his and he froze (much like he had when L had inserted that first finger). His mouth parted slightly (that same mouth which he'd kissed and which made such lovely sounds) in surprise but it quickly closed.
"Ah…Raito," Yagami said flustered, "This is Ryuuzaki, my coworker. Ryuuzaki, this is my son, Raito."
Raito seemed to regain his self control, and his face was once again stoic. He nodded at L politely and gave a small smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Ryuuzaki-san."
L found it incredible, the differences between this Raito and the one he'd met at the lounge. This one was polite and called him 'san' in front of his father, as you should when being introduced to a stranger, especially one that worked with your dad, and did not reach out to shake his hand this time. Apparently, he didn't want his dad to know he knew L was a foreigner. It was…so interesting…and it brought back memories of what had intrigued L about him even more so than his striking looks.
"Yes," L nodded in turn, "Likewise, Yagami-kun."
Soichiro bent down too and smiled nervously, "Sorry to hold you up, Ryuuzaki. Thanks again for the ride."
"It was no problem," L said distantly, still gazing at Raito, who stared at him back. After a moment, Raito gave a huge grin, for the show of his dad and a short wave. "It was nice meeting you, Yagami-kun."
"Maybe you'll see me again sometime," Raito grinned inanely, as though trying to tell his father 'I'm still your polite, little boy', "Dad invites his coworkers to dinner all the time."
"Raito, that's not…" Soichiro started, and L found the defense amusing. If it were any other person, in any other family, he might have just said 'no'. But it wasn't another family, or another person. It was Raito, that beautiful, intelligent sex god he's spent the night with…
"Perhaps," L said wistfully, and pulled the door shut, signaling for Watari to drive away
He had, of course, expected to go on quite normally from then too. It was just something he'd gotten used to; not being affected by trivial things, such as a meeting. Even if it was a meeting with a drop dead gorgeous boy, and the meeting entailed possible sexual intercourse with said drop dead gorgeous boy. It just wasn't daunting enough to make any impact.
That night he couldn't sleep (although, that wasn't so unusual, him not sleeping, but usually it was for lack of trying) and instead he rolled over many times, curling in many different positions, trying to find one comfortable enough to sleep in. However, there were two reasons he could not fall asleep. One was, he was thinking about Raito, Raito Yagami, and he was a preoccupying subject.
The second reason, caused by the first, was a hard on that just refused to go away, no matter how many times he tried to picture Watari naked. Watari naked. Roger naked. Watari and Roger naked. Together. Watari and Roger naked, together, having sex. Sex. Sex with Raito. Damn it, that just wasn't working at all, and so he reached down and began to touch himself, recalling the time when what his hand was doing was being done with the inside of a lovely young man.
He couldn't stop thinking about the damned boy. Not that night, not the next morning (in which he woke up from a wet dream about Raito, so therein, his sleep as well) not all the next day or the next night. The day was the worst, because now that he knew Yagami-san was his father, he had to work next to the man, talk to the man, order the man around, while thinking about how great it would be to be screwing his son.
There had to be some kind of law against that.
And, what was on his mind, less than actual sexual thoughts, but still there nonetheless, was that casual sex was not supposed to be this complicated. It was never supposed to manifest into real life, it was supposed to stay that one night and nothing more. Like a closed box in he corner of a room that was there but never opened. But the way L was going, it didn't seem like it was going to stay informal. At least on his part.
He remembered the way he'd almost wanted to catch Raito before he left to arrange another meeting; something that he'd never done before. And now, with all this thinking about him, yearning to touch him and feel that soft, sweaty skin against his…no. It was just wrong. This didn't happen to him. Not him. He was supposed to be happy with one night stands, and for three entire weeks he'd been just fine, barely thinking of the incredible young man at all.
He had been completely and utterly content with never seeing the young man again.
Until he did.
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,To make that thousand up a million;
It wasn't until a week later that L had re-met Raito that he did it.
They were working diligently, as always, and like the passed two days, L was thinking about Raito, despite himself. He thought about how he'd had to fight for dominance, where usually people just gave it to him, and it was said that things were so much sweeter if you worked for them…He thought about their bantering all the way through, the way Raito had tried to make him loose control. He thought about how it had worked, god damn it, and replayed the things Raito had said to him over and over again.
"The people here. They're afraid of anything different or new."
"I'm interested in you, and if the way you've been looking at me ever since I sat down is anything to go by, then you're interested in me to."
"So…Maybe you don't have to leave here alone, after all."
"Maybe you'll see me again sometime."
L found conflicting messages in those memories. Raito had said once that he was only interested in casual sex, and then when they had re-met, he'd said 'Maybe you'll see me again sometime' and if that wasn't an invitation, then L was a poor judge of invites. So which did Raito want? More importantly, which did he want?
If the way his thoughts were going non stop was anything to go by, it was pretty obvious…
So, a week after Raito had said 'Maybe you'll see me again sometime', he approached Soichiro after he'd dismissed everyone for dinner, and looked up at the older man, not showing his hesitancy.
"Yagami-san…" L started, biting down hard on his thumb, "I was wondering…if you do not mind, of course…if you would mind having me over for dinner."
He gazed up at Soichiro with the most wide eyed expression he could muster.
"Wha -? Are you -?" Soichiro blinked, "Of course I don't mind, Ryuuzaki! I would have invited you over a long time ago if I thought you would say yes! I just thought that you're L, and so you'd never agree…"
L gave a small smile, "Thank you, Yagami-san."
"Let me just call my wife to make sure it's okay, but I'm sure it will be," Soichiro said, pulling out his cell phone and dialing his wife's number. During that time, L called Watari to the room over the intercom.
After only a minute, Soichiro hung up and gave L a tiny grin, "All set. So, is Watari driving us there again?"
"Yes," L nodded, and at that moment Watari entered.
"Ah, Yagami-san, is there a problem?" Watari asked, and Soichiro shook his head.
"No, not this time…just, L's coming over to my home to eat dinner with my family," Soichiro explained, and Watari's eyes widened as he looked at L, who merely nodded in confirmation.
"Well…isn't this a…pleasant surprise," Watari said, beaming, "So, I will drop you both off there in a return two hours later. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes," Soichiro nodded, and then they were heading out of the building and to the limo.
The drive, this time, was even longer than the last. But last time L had been impatient to return to the hotel, and this time he was impatient to get over to Yagami's house. He had gathered that Raito still lived with his parents, and was most likely in college; his age fit. It was a smart thing to do; to save up until later for your own apartment. But then, that wasn't surprising, he'd also gathered that Raito was an extremely smart individual indeed…
Finally, the car ride came to an end, and they pulled up next to the nice home where Raito lived, and left the car without a word. Soichiro led him to the stoop, and then inside after fiddling with the keys for a second, and then L saw the inside of the home where Raito lived. Soichiro's wife came running in with an apron on, her name was Sachiko, he remembered. He bowed.
"Thank you for having me over, Yagami-san," L stated calmly, and she clapped her hands together.
"Oh! So polite!" She tittered, "It's wonderful to have you! Ryuuzaki, wasn't it?"
"Yes," L affirmed.
"Well, Ryuuzaki-san, please make yourself comfortable in the living room," Sachiko gestured to the large, cozy room to his left, "I'll call the kids down. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
"Thank you, Yagami-san," L bowed slightly again, and went into the living room, but didn't sit down.
Instead, he peered at the pictures on the walls, of Raito mostly, but sometimes another person was in the picture that inevitably caught his eyes. But he looked for Raito. He found a few pictures of Raito as a baby, and he knew him by his large, warm honey eyes. A few of him as a toddler, and more than a few as a child, about elementary school age. Even more of him as a preteen, when he'd begun to win many awards, and a trophy dedicated to him winning the tennis championship. L felt his lips tug up at that, and he felt like he wanted to play tennis with Raito sometime…
…that thought was much to intimate for his liking. He only spent time with suspects and coworkers, no one just because he wanted to, unless it was for sex. He refused to want to just spend time with Raito, so he played the tennis thought off as just wanting to see Raito hot and sweaty again.
He found more recent photos, and a valedictorian photo of him. He'd apparently excelled at school, and another award with his name on it; it seemed as though he'd gotten perfect score on the college entrance exams, to To-oh University too…What he convinced himself he was looking at the pictures for, was to see if Raito had been that good looking his entire life.
It seemed he had. Each stage of his life he'd been attractive. He'd gone from an adorable pink baby, to an impossibly cute toddler, to an endearing child, a pretty preteen, a beautiful teenager and now an insanely handsome young man.
"Oh! Hello!" came a high-pitched voice that made L turn, and he saw the girl from the pictures standing in the doorway, along with her older brother, who just stared at him. "I'm Yagami Sayu! You must be one of dad's friends from work."
She bowed when L nodded.
"Hi! I'm gonna go help mom set the table now," Sayu sighed deeply, and put her hands on her hips, "God, it's just 'cuz I'm a girl!"
She rushed away, down the hall to the kitchen, leaving Raito and L alone in the room. L walked forward a few step, watching Raito all the while. The boy's arms were hanging loosely by his side and his face was sufficiently straight, but L could tell he was uncomfortable and surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Raito finally asked, and for a moment L almost allowed himself to feel hurt by the question, but he realized the tone wasn't unkind. It was just…curious.
"You said maybe I'd see you again sometime," L said, as though that explained everything, but Raito just continued to stare at L questioningly.
L dug his hands into his pockets as far as they would go and scratched on foot with the other lazily.
"You said maybe I'd see you again sometime," L repeated, and added, "So…here I am. Seeing you."
Raito stared for a moment more and then snorted, "Wow. Blunt as ever."
"Indeed," L smirked, and hen Raito gestured to the couch.
"Go ahead and sit down," Raito told L, and L then did so, hopping onto the couch in a way that made Raito wince and then shake his head. Raito sat on the other side of the couch, one cushion parting them. "So, what, did you just…ask me father to come here?"
"Yes," L said in reply, peering at the cushion in between them, and then moving his eyes slowly to Raito's large, brown orbs, "I find that you are much too far away."
Raito's eyes narrowed menacingly, "Damn it, Ryuuzaki, I don't get you!" Raito hissed, his tone low and almost frightening, "One day you say you want a one night stand, then when I invite you over you wait a week to accept it, and then you come over here and say things –say things like that."
"So that was an invitation," Ryuuzaki stated and Raito looked like he wanted to hit him.
"No, I invite all of my dad's coworkers over for dinner," Raito snapped, "What did you think it was? Did you think I was trying to just be polite in front of my father?"
"Yes," L replied simply, "I was not positive. It seems that you are a very good actor."
"Hm," Raito merely grunted, "If you weren't sure it was an invitation, then why did you come?"
"To see you," L responded easily.
"Yeah, but why?" Raito shook his had, and L noted the way his hair fell across his eyes in the prettiest way (much like his hair had when he'd been forced onto his back), "You said you wanted a one night stand."
"You invited me," L pointed out, "And you said you wanted that too."
"Well," Raito sniffed, crossing his arms, "I did."
"Did," L repeated, wide eyes broadening further, "As in, past tense?"
"Look, Ryuuzaki," Raito sighed, "I'm not saying we should move in together and become life partners or anything but…I mean, god, it's so weird, but I seriously have a hard time not thinking about you. It's actually really frustrating. We don't even have to be exclusive…I just want for what happened that night to happen again."
L gazed at Raito, who had actually managed to keep eye contact bravely with him as he said those things, and L opened his mouth to answer and –
"Raito! Ryuuzaki-san! Dinner's ready!" Sachiko Yagami's voice carried from the dining room, and Raito's head snapped toward the sound.
He stood up elegantly and waved toward the kitchen, saying loudly enough for his parents to hear, "Right this way, Ryuuzaki-san."
L hopped up and followed him to the dining table, where they were sitting next to each other, (un) fortunately. Raito sat down in his chair, and Ryuuzaki did as well. Despite where they'd left off, Raito smirked at the way Sachiko and Sayu were looking at his posture. He couldn't help but snigger, and then he heard Ryuuzaki try to explain with some comment about his reasoning ability dropping 40 percent if he didn't sit that way.
"Let's eat!" Sachiko called, and everyone picked up their forks.
"So, you're a detective!" Sayu grinned, and L nodded, taking a slow bite of the rice in front of him. It wasn't bad. But much too salty. He wondered if there would be desert… "You're pretty young! You must be really good then."
"I look younger than I am," L corrected, "It's a common misconception."
"Oh? You look about twenty to me," Sachiko said, "But I'm guessing you're in your late twenties; you're eyes are too wise to be twenty."
"You are correct," L nodded, and took another bite. He then looked over at Raito, "But Yagami-kun's eyes are wise too. How old is he?"
"Twenty-one," Raito replied easily.
"So you are still in college," L kept his voice casual, as though he were just making conversation, not trying to find out more about Raito. "What is your major?"
"Law, and my minor is Psychology," Raito answered, taking a bit of his own food, which L didn't really pay attention to. He'd have to eat extra cake later, to get the taste out.
"Ah," L nodded, "So, you intend to follow in your father's footsteps?"
Soichiro laughed from across the table, forcing L to look at the older man, "He already has, Ryuuzaki. He's helped me solve many cases over the years, ever since he was about thirteen…"
"Thirteen?" L inquired, turning his gaze over to Raito again.
"Raito's so smart!" Sayu joined in, "And he's always studying anyways! He almost never goes out!"
"I do too go out," Raito rolled his eyes, and took a drink of his water, "Just because I don't make a show of it, like you do, Sayu…"
"Hey!" Sayu crossed her arms and 'humph'd.
"Our Raito is quite the student, though," Sachiko smiled brightly, "He'll be a great detective one day."
"Ha!" Sayu snorted, "He'll be the best detective in the world! He'll pass every single one of them up, and kick their butt in their own game! And he'll do it fast too!"
"Sayu," Soichiro said pointedly and she sunk in her seat.
"Sorry, dad," she took a few bites of her meal.
"The best detective in the world is L, so far, Sayu," Raito corrected, placing his fork down, any appetite he may have had lost. "It'll take a while before I'm that good, or well known."
L found it amusing that he was being spoken about in third person, like he wasn't L. It wasn't often that he was around people that didn't know who he was, since most of the people he spent time with where his coworkers and subordinates, and if they worked with him, they knew he was L. Especially Raito, who seemed almost impressed with L…hm…if Raito knew and…worked for him…that, would mean that Raito would have to do whatever he said…
Bad thoughts, L. Bad thoughts. Not at the dinner table.
"Well…yeah, I guess, but, still…" Sayu shrugged, "I guess so. But you'll still be great!"
"Thanks, Sayu," Raito grinned and took a sip of water, and L was getting annoyed that Raito hadn't looked at him for so long.
Dinner continued on for several minutes in silence, Soichiro taking seconds and Raito, Sayu and L finishing their plates. L decided it would be rude to not eat all he was given, and so ate it with a bland expression, until his plate was empty. He really, really wanted cake now, but it didn't look like desert was a common practice in the Yagami home. If he ever came over again, he would make sure to bring a desert…
Because really, couldn't there have been a pie at least?
Finally they retired to the living room for some after-super lounging, where Sayu turned on the television to the News; she knew her dad liked to watch it. It made her mother crazy that he watched it when he was supposed to be on break from work, but her mother never complained to her dad. L sat down on the couch in beside Raito, who sat next to Soichiro in the middle of the couch.
Sachiko was in the kitchen, washing up after dinner, and Sayu sitting on the floor in front of them, facing away, staring at the television. Now seventeen, she was mature enough to appreciate the News.
L dropped his hand to the cushion beside him slowly, so much so that Soichiro didn't notice any movement. Raito did, glancing at the hand quickly before looking back at the screen. L inched his hand slowly closer the boy's thigh, and when it reached it, he let the tips of his fingers brush it slightly and he felt the muscles in Raito's leg tense. His memories of that one night flashed in his mind, when Raito had clamped down so tightly around him…
The Anchorman was talking it about the robbery of a local bank two weeks ago, and the two suspects that had been apprehend, and Raito shook his head.
"That's idiocy," Raito commented, and Raito's dad turn to look at him, making L have to pull back his hand quickly, and luckily Soichiro didn't notice, "Those two didn't do it. Or have any part in it."
"What? How do you know?" Soichiro asked inquisitively.
"I've been keep track of that case," Raito answered easily, "I have notes about everything they say in the News in a notebook. I'll need practice if I'm going to be a detective. Even with the limited information I get from the News I can tell it's not them. My bet is on an outside job that the robbers disguised as an inside job. Those two clerks are innocent."
"Are you sure?" Soichiro's eyes widened with surprise and pride.
"That's an interesting conclusion," L said, raising his eyebrows, "May I see this notebook? I'm always interested in other peoples' perspective on cases."
Raito shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure. It's in my room. Do you mind, Dad?"
L looked at Soichiro apathetically, but in a way he hoped conveyed 'You better not mind, or I'll cut your salary in half''.
His room, echoed in L's mind repeatedly, until Soichiro shook his head and smiled. Raito then stood up and L followed as Raito led him up the stairs. L stared at the back of Raito's head (as well as the back of something lower than his head) and they made it to the top of the stairs and then to Raito's bedroom. The door closed behind him and Raito went over to his desk, pulling out his notebook and turning around to hand it to L.
L jolted forward and pressed his lips to Raito's and the boy's eyes widened slightly until he moved away.
"Are you accepting?" Raito inquired, letting his tongue flick out to wet his lips.
Instead of answering, L shoved Raito into the wall hard enough to make Raito wince but not hard enough that it made a loud sound, so they wouldn't alert the family downstairs. L plastered his body against Raito's, sandwiching the lean body in between his and the wall. He had to stand up straight for that, but it was worth it to feel that contours of the youth against his own.
Their tongues intertwined, and Raito's arms wrapped around L's shoulders tightly, and L let one hand fell to Raito's hips and the other went around to the back of Raito's thigh. He pulled his leg up to wrap around him so that their hips collided and molded into with each other.
They parted, Raito's breath was a bit heavier as he gazed at L, who was now exactly at his eye level.
"So…we're doing this again," Raito breathed trying to drop his leg, but L held it up, and he supposed he didn't mind all that much.
"Yes," L nodded, leaning his head forward against the wall so that their heads were directly next to each other, "How ever, I must disagree with one thing you said."
"What…?" Raito said hesitantly, and felt L's exhale hotly on his ear. Black hair brushed his neck, and he waited for what Ryuuzaki had to say.
"The 'we don't have to be exclusive part'," L informed him, somehow inching his body close to Raito's, hips fitting firmly against them. He pressed his lips to the spot just in front of Raito's ear and continued roughly, "I am a very childish person. I don't share."
"Well, that's –hn…!!" L's mouth had found its way onto his ear, tongue tracing the outside and teeth nibbling on the lobe. Raito attempted to pull his head away put L used the hand on his hip to hold the other side of his head to still him. "I was –God –I wa –fuck…"
Ryuuzaki's wet ligament had fount it's inside his ear and plunged inside it. Raito's body arched against him slightly, and god, he'd never known his ears were sensitive, and he gasped as the tongue entered again and again and again, and he tried not to squirm, really he did, but he couldn't help it and –now Ryuuzaki's knee was jerking forward, wedging itself in between Raito's thighs. Raito's leg, which was still wrapped around L's held tighter around L's waist and forced his closer, their erections clashing.
"I was…going to...hn…say –god that's –!" Raito gasped huskily, forcing himself further against L's thin body, "God, how can I –? You have to –if you want me too –shit! Hhhnnnn!"
L enjoyed the barely suppressed moans and half-formed sentences. He did, however, want to hear the answer to his proposal. He pulled back and looked Raito in his perfectly flushed face and felt that want to…play tennis with him. How strange was that?
Raito glared at him and panted shallowly, "I was…going to say that…if you want to…be exclusive…then that's…fine with me." Raito looked him in the eyes hard and added, "I don't like sharing either."
Raito then flipped Ryuuzaki over, lowering his leg and throwing Ryuuzaki against the wall.
"And, I hope you don't think your going to be on top every time, Ryuuzaki," Raito growled, forcing his hips against L hard and making a deep noise to come out of the other man's throat for once.
Again, the world spun as he was turned and heaved against the wall by Ryuuzaki, who quickly slipped a hand into Raito's pants and wrapped his fingers around Raito's half hard manhood.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not," L murmured, moving his fingers against the hot, swelling flesh quickly and roughly, making Raito forget his ambition of topping, "We will have to fight for it."
His hand sped up, its grip tightening until Raito couldn't take it and cried out unrestrainedly, into L's clothed shoulder to muffle it. His hands held onto Ryuuzaki's back hard, not able to contain himself as he practically wrapped himself around the detective. Raito wrapped his leg around L's hips against tightly, and L held onto his bottom, hoisting him up to let the other leg circle him as well, thin ankles locking around him, so that the only thing supporting Raito was the wall and Ryuuzaki.
"Hnn…ng…gah! Sh –god –" Raito groaned into L's shoulder and it made Raito harden against' the youth's stomach just to hear it, and feel the hot skin of the boy's length in his hand. "Ryuu -zaki – I –hnng…!"
L accelerated the strokes, unable to stop himself from thoroughly enjoying those amazing little sounds, sounds which Raito did not seem to enjoy making. When his shoulder didn't due to stifle the noises, Raito bit down on his lip hard. It actually worked, and not all L hear was an occasional grunt, and for a minute or so, that was okay. But L soon grew tired of it, and used the hand that was not stroking Raito to shove the boy's head into the wall somewhat painfully.
Raito bit down on his lip, almost drawing blood, and his mouth went slack enough to allow L to sneaking three fingers inside. He wasn't planning to take the boy here. If that one night, a month ago, was anything to go by, they would not be able to get away with it with the family downstairs.
His fingers served as a blocker to keep Raito's mouth ajar, letting those succulent sounds emanate again.
"Ah! Gaw –Wyu- Wyuza –" Raito moaned, so close to falling again, and this time he would be unable to restrain any sounds. But more than that, it was just embarrassing! "Ouwt!"
"No biting your lip," L demanded, but did as asked, and Raito did as requested as well and went back to burrowing his head in Ryuuzaki's shoulder.
Everything around him seemed to be focusing on only that hand touching him, "Ryu –Ryuza –"
Raito was in so much pleasure that he couldn't even say his entire name. That thought made L frown for a moment, because…well, it wasn't actually his name…
"Raito-kun," Ryuuzaki growled pushing him further into the wall at his caressed became more forceful, the friction causing intense heat around the lower regions of Raito's body, "Do not call me Ryuuzaki."
"Wh –What? Ng….god, I can't –" And everything stopped and Raito wanted to scream, telling L that he'd fucking kill him if he didn't finish this because he was so close.
"I want you to call me…" L exhaled the letter, "…L…"
And the hand gave one finally, brutal stroke and that forced Raito to plummet over the edge of a waterfall of ecstasy, and in a throaty moan, into Ryuuzaki's shoulder, he called lowly, "L….!!!"
Wheezing, Raito went slack in L's arms and, unable to support his entire dead wait, L went to the floor too, on his knees with Raito in his lap, leaning against the wall. When the blood returned to Raito's brain and the I.Q. points that the orgasm had taken had sufficiently returned, he glared up at Ryuuzaki.
"What the…?" Raito shook his head tiredly, "Please tell me you're really L and that was not just some weird role-play game…"
"If it were a role-play," L stated, "It would not be a good one, since we were both acting as ourselves."
"So you're…L?" Raito asked again and L nodded.
"I am. But that is not half as interesting as the 'role-play' subject," L said, "I believe, perhaps, Doctor/Patient or Teacher/Student is order to help me with this."
L ground the hardness into the cleft of Raito's clothed butt pointedly.
"God, you…" Raito shook his head, "I find the fact that I slept with L interesting."
"Oh?" L cocked his head to the side, "Interesting how? In a 'I might want to play a Detective/Suspect bondage game with you' type of way, or the 'I'm not so sure I want to have a continual relationship with you' kind of way?"
Raito rolled his eyes, "Neither. In the 'I had sex with the best detective in the world and I'm curious' type of way."
"Ratio-kun still has not answered me on the Detective/Suspect bondage game," L pouted in a fake sulky way and slid his hands around Raito's hips, pulling him closer to him and inadvertently (or not) making Raito's hips clash his erection.
"L…Ryuuzaki…" Raito sighed, rolling his eyes again, "I want to be on the investigation team. For the Kira case."
L frowned, "Then can we play the Detective/Suspect bondage game?"
Raito smirked slowly, and jerked his hips down against L's, "If you let me on the case then we'll play any game you like…"
"Hnn…" L groaned as the bottom collided against the tall tent in his trousers, "I'll let you on any case you want, if you play any game I like…"
"It seems like we have a deal," Raito leered and then stood up, off L's lap, leaving the detective on the floor. Raito walked over to his closet and pulled out a new pair of underwear and pants; the old ones soiled with semen. L watched Raito undress and redress, faced away from him, with a perfect view of his butt, and for a moment he was tempted to take Raito there, hard and fast, with no worries about the family on the floor below them. He contained himself.
Fully dressed again, Raito turned to L and raised his eyebrows.
"Are you standing up anytime soon?" Raito inquired.
"Not if Raito-kun will sit on my lap again," L stated, and Raito snorted in return.
"My mom's coming up the stairs," Raito answered easily, and sure enough, when L listened, he heard soft footsteps coming up the stairs. He stood and frowned, looking down at the tent in his trousers. Raito suggested, "Pain helps pretty well. Want me to stomp on your foot?"
L glared at him, and thought for several seconds of girls in slutty clothing, and finally, by the time someone knocked on the door, L's erection had gone down enough to not be noticeable through the jeans.
"Raito? Ryuuzaki-san?" Sachiko's voice called.
"Yeah, mom?" Raito asked, picking up the notebook that had been dropped on the floor.
"Ryuuzaki-san's driver is here," she called, "He's waiting out in the car. I'm glad you two are getting along, but he really must be going; your father too."
"Yes, of course," Raito nodded, putting the book down on his desk. He heard his mom's footsteps disappearing and he walked over to the door, opening it for the detective. "So, when and where do I come to work on the case? And will you tell me dad?"
L nodded and walked to the door, standing in the frame as he talked, "I will inform Yagami-san. And tomorrow I will call your cell phone to arrange the time and place."
"You don't know my cell phone number," Raito pointed out, and Ryuuzaki raised an eyebrow.
L pointed at himself with a slim index finger, and said simply, "Best detective in the word."
Raito rolled his eyes (for the third time) in a way that said 'how could I forget?' and then grabbed the collar of L's shirt and pulled him in for one last steamy kiss before the man's departure. After a few moment of wet mouths joined and tongues against tongues and teeth nibbling on lips, they parted.
"By the way, Ryuuzaki, before, at dinner, I was just being modest," Raito smirked challengingly, "I will be the best detective in the world."
"Ah, I'm afraid that is my place," L corrected, just as defiantly.
"Not for long," Raito growled, their lips inches apart.
"Well, there's only one way to settle it," L said finally, stepping back and smirking.
Raito raised his eyebrows as L finished.
"We fight for it," L completed the sentiment, once against capturing Raito's lips. Just another little taste.
For the road.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
Poem by Robert Herrick, "To Anthea (III)"
Okay...whoa. Long One-Shot. Potential to be chaptered, but I like it he way it is. I think I fell in love the 'meet before L know's Raito's Yagami's son and before Raito know's Ryuuzaki's L'. It's cute.
Wow. I think that's the best lemon I've ever written. Seriously. And the first ever with a comdom. I figured the sex was casual, so they'd be cautious. In most of my fics the person's a virgin, or in an exclusive relationship. This was different for me, but I loved every word!
Please, tell me what you think! Happy Holidays!