Disclaimer: I think it pretty much goes without saying that I don't own Death Note. huh, I'm not even sure if I can say I own this plot since I don't think people can own something this blaringly obvious. I mean come on, you know we were all thinking it!
Warning: SLASH! yay!!!!!!!
A/N: Hello all. I've been reading fanfic for years now and every once in a while I come across a story that in the author's note there's a little something like this, 'like oh my god, this is my first story so please please please be nice to me', and while amusing in an annoying sort of way, I usually just don't pay any attention to it. But I just want to say that, hahu, after all these years I finally get to say it. This is my first fanfiction story. I'm not asking you to be nice to me, flame me for all I care; I just wanted to say it after reading it for so many years. (To all those who have actually wrote something along those lines, sorry for seeming to insult you. The whole "it's my first fic" thing seems to be more of a right of passage then anything else, I get it.) And so after that long A/N on to the story.
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Raito heard the clink of the chain, the chain that connected him to Ryuuzaki. He smirked inwardly; it amused him to no end that no one would suspect the thoughts going through his head, particularly regarding that chain. After all, sweet, kind, hard-working, charming Raito didn't come off as the type of person to be thinking that. Everyone, not just the investigation team, assumed he was a virgin. His mental smirk widened and he chuckled to himself inwardly. Oh, he was far from being any virgin, and far from not thinking any perverted thoughts. Ryuuzaki moved his arm again and the resulting noise brought Raito's attention back to the chain. Yes, he could think of quite a few ways to put that chain to better use. He ran through his mind some of his other experiences with chains. He thought about doing that and more with Ryuuzaki.
Raito had a sudden image of L, lying flushed and naked on their bed, with the chain wrapped around him securely, trapping his arms behind his back. He could see him there, with his lips parted, practically begging without words for what they both desired. Raito suddenly snapped out of his little daydream, 'damn, now I won't be able to get that image out of my head'. Not that that was bad or unpleasant, just ... distracting.
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Raito glanced at the chain and the older man attached to the other end of it. He felt his familiar mental smirk twist at the edges of his mind, 'oh yes, I have plans for the both of you'.