Author's Note:
Okay, this is only my second fanfic ever. It is also my first yaoi scene aside from a small drabble which was only a kiss. However, I wanted to give this a shot and see how it goes. And, so, here I am jumping head first into a multi-chapter story, and I am praying that I haven't fallen in the abyss. Please review and let me know what you think. I want to write something worthwhile, both for you and for me.
Summary:
A fragmented tale of human nature and sacrifice.
While handcuffed to the eccentric detective, Raito learns not everything is as it seems. Just who and what is L? Raito and L set out on a journey in search of free will and self discovery, but will their choices be worth the consequences?
Warning: Story will contain yaoi ( boyxboy). RaitoxL
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
How the Pieces Fit Together: Chapter One - The Present
"Um...let's see...I'll have a medium almond steamer, low-fat milk"
"Whip?"
"Oh, wah? Oh! No, no whip."
After writing on the paper cup with a sharpie, the cashier tossed the cup to the barista to his left. "Read, heads up! Medium low-fat almond steamer, no whip!"
Read deftly caught the cup and tossed his auburn hair out his eyes with a shake of his head. "Got it! But, Mitch, this is really my last one. I was supposed to be gone forty-five minutes ago." Read glanced over at his manager, sepia colored eyes firm, trying to get his point across.
"I know, I know, Read. I really appreciate all the help. Rush hour just seemed to keep going this morning!" Mitch smiled hoping to keep Read happy. Read Kenton was easily his best employee. Hard working and trustworthy, Read always got the job done. It also didn't hurt that Read was a handsome twenty something Japanese boy who drew in many a customer with just his winning smile.
"Medium low-fat almond steamer!" Read called out as he set the hot beverage on the pickup counter. Untying his apron, he turned to Mitch, "I'll see you tomorrow at five-thirty!"
"All right! Take care, ya hear, Read! And tell Locke to come by. I still owe him a cup!" Mitch hollered as Read stuffed his apron into his bag and weaved his way out of the crowed coffee shop.
Pushing open the front door, Read stepped out onto the sidewalk and breathed in the early afternoon air. Heine Brother's Coffee Shop sat at the intersection of Bardstown and Eastern Parkway. It was one of the busier intersections in the city, and Read was forced to wait for the crossing signal. Once across the street and on his way home, Read marveled at all that had happened in the past two years. Two years ago Read would have never imagined that life would have lead him here. Life never turns out as expected. This was the first time Read had the opportunity to just live.
It was only a little over a mile to his apartment, and along the way restaurants, bars, and all sorts of eclectic shops lined the street. It was not the cleanest nor the nicest place to live, but it was interesting. Read had only been in this city for six months, and it had already become home. He turned the corner off the main street and walked up to the pink house that sat just behind The Up Town Cafe. As he made his way to his door, he could hear the thrum of music that told him his roommate was home. Once inside he followed the music to the kitchenette where he couldn't help but smile at the scene that greeted him.
His roommate stood in front of the stove, skillet in hand while expertly flipping pancakes. His body swayed to the music, and he bobbed his head in time to the beat. Read could also hear him humming along, as well. Laughing to himself, he took in the sight that was his roommate, Locke. Locke had tied his ebony hair back in a low ponytail. Wispy strands had fallen loose and hung in front of his dark grey eyes. A quick hand raised to push them from his face with the back of his hand. He wore a simple white apron over a dark green long sleeved shirt and worn jeans. His feet were bare on the cheap vinyl floor of their apartment. He turned his delicate wrist and deposited the perfect golden pancake onto the stack that sat on a plate next to the stove.
Locke turned and pulled his apron off over his head, further ruffling his already disheveled ponytail. Seeing his roommate leaning on the door frame watching, he smiled.
"Ah!" he beamed. "You're back just in time. Look! I made pancakes! And I also made whip cream, by hand, but it's in the fridge. And I cut up strawberries. And I got chocolate syrup. And I got maple syr..."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Read shook his head while finally stepping into the room. His roommate was so happy these days. "How were your classes? I thought you wouldn't be home 'til later."
"My professor for my art history class canceled. He's been really sick lately." Locke mused. Read could hear a bit of Locke's British accent slip into his speech.
"We should try these pancakes before they get cold. Looks like you worked hard on them."
"Yeah, let me get the cream and strawberries. Do you want the chocolate or the maple?"
"Just a bit of the maple for me. You know I don't care for really sweet things."
Read smiled as Locke eagerly pulled everything needed from the fridge and set it all up on the small table by the window.
"Come on. I'm hungry!" Locke waved Read over as he sat with one knee drawn up to his chest and began to construct a dinner for himself that looked more like a dessert than anything one might consider nutritional. He watched with interest as Read sat, barely drizzling any syrup onto his stack.
"So, how'd I do?" Locke asked with a mouthful of strawberries, his cheeks puffed out, looking rather reminiscent of a hamster.
"Well, considering none of them are black, I'd have to say you're starting to get the hang of it." Read couldn't help but smirk. "And don't talk with your mouth full."
"Hey, it was only that one time. I haven't really burnt them since then, and besides you should just be happy that I'm even cooking at all. I could easily leave it to you." Locke mumbled around the finger he was too busy licking whip cream off of to take out of his mouth.
"Then, when do you think you'd ever get your sugar fix?" Read tossed back.
"I could always live off twinkies and tea."
"Well, we can't have that, now can we? Then you'd really never sleep, and where would that leave me?" Read quirked a mischievous eyebrow and leaned forward reaching out with his hand to wipe a spot of cream from the corner of Locke's mouth with his the tip of his finger. Locke watched that finger travel back to Read's own mouth. His dark eyes widened when he saw Read's tongue dart out to lick at the sweet substance. Read raised his eyes to catch his roommate with his now heated gaze.
Locke dropped his gaze back to his plate and picked up a strawberry. As he moved to stuff it into his mouth, his wrist was caught in a firm grip. Read pulled his hand up and toward himself forcing Locke out of his chair and onto his feet. Locke watched with pinked tinged cheeks as Read delicately bit into the strawberry once more meeting his eyes. Read swallowed and flicked his tongue out to lick the juices from Locke's fingers. With his roommate licking and sucking at his fingers, Locke couldn't help the barely audible gasp that escaped his lips.
Read moved with near feline grace and speed as he moved to his feet and pinned Locke to the very door frame he himself had earlier been leaning on. He ghosted his hand up Locke's side to slowly reach up and caress his face. His fingers tipped the pale chin up. Read could feel Locke tremble as he brushed their lips together.
"Raummph!" Read silenced Locke, quickly covering his mouth with his own.
Locke's arms rose despite his hesitation to Read's shoulders pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. They slid to their knees and down to the floor as one. The sweetness quickly turned to desperation. Locke's finger worked to undo the buttons of Read's shirt while Read's hands slid under his shirt pulling it up and over his head. Read pulled back, his shirt dangling from his shoulders. His roommate was beautiful. Pale skin flushed with passion. His ponytail was gone, fallen out in the rush of movements. The ebony strands were in a disarray brushing his shoulders. Locke seemed to either not notice or not care that Read had paused and was determined to remove his roommate's remaining clothing.
Once the offending garments were discarded, Locke bent down and without warning took Read in his mouth, taking him deep into his throat in one swift move. Read threw his head back and cried out at the sudden sensations that jolted through his body. Locke's tongue swirled and flicked, teasing at the heated member. When Locke lifted his head, Read looked up to see him pushing his baggy jeans off those lean hips. Locke put the fingers of one hand to Read's mouth seeking entrance while the other hand stoked the now slicked member. Eyes locked together as Read sucked and coated those fingers. Releasing the fingers, he kissed Locke full on the mouth, tasting a bit of himself there. Locke moved is his fingers to his own entrance to stretch and prepare himself. He shifted to position himself over Read, and as the kiss broke apart, he slowly pushed down onto the hard heat, sinking until he had fully seated himself.
Panting, they both stilled for a moment with their foreheads pressed together. Unable to wait any longer, Locke ground his hips down causing Read to groan in pleasure. Slowly they built a rhythm, moving together, eliciting small gasps and moans from one another. There in the doorway, they made love, half way in the kitchen, half way in the dingy hallway.
Read cupped Locke's face in his hands. "Say my name. I need to hear it. Say it."
Locke subtlety nodded knowing the truth of that statement even through his lust filled daze, and as Read thrust up into him, he helplessly cried out, "Ra!...Raito!"
"Oh, God, yes." Raito whispered back, placing fervent kisses wherever he could reach.
"Raito. Raito, I...I'm going t...to cum." Locke panted.
Raito caught his chin and once more plundered the sweet depths. "Yes, cum for me, Lawliet. Cum for me."
"Ah!..Mmm..ah!"
Lawliet leaned back to ride out the shock waves that rocked his body as his sticky essesnce shot out between them. The muscles clinching hard around him, pulled Raito over, pumping himself into his spent lover. They laid there sweaty and tangled together leaning on the door frame catching their breath.
"The pancakes are mostly likely cold now."
Raito shook his head and sighed. Now matter what had brought them here or what they had been through together, somethings about L would never change. He gentle nudged L off of him and pulled them to their feet.
"Come on. Let's go get cleaned up." Raito lead L into the bathroom and began to draw a bath.
"Raito, you know I won't take a bath in there. The idea of soaking in water where someone I don't know has done who knows what is disgusting. I don't know how you do it. It makes me feel sick."
"And yet it is perfectly okay to walk around bare foot in this apartment?"
"Shower. I can tolerate the shower. Let's take a shower."
"L."
"Please, Raito."
"Okay, okay." Raito sighed wishing for nothing but a good hot soak after his morning shift, but he wasn't quite ready to let L wander off. He could soak later. He drained what little water there was and adjusted the shower. As he got in, L stepped in behind him still looking like the whole idea made him queasy. L really spent as little time as possible in the bathroom.
"Here, turn around, and I'll wash your hair." Raito said as he grabbed the cheap strawberry shampoo that L had brought home last week. "You know, this doesn't really smell like strawberries."
L just grunted in reply as Raito's fingers scrubbed his scalp. He rolled his shoulders drawing Raito's attention to the three scars in L's right shoulder. He couldn't help but avert his eyes. He did not want to think about that time. It was over. Things were good now. They were safe here. He tipped L's head back to rinse the suds out. Too many memories swirled in his head. He was still amazed that L, who was the epitome of paranoia, had come to trust him. But then again, as much as somethings about L may never change, this L, who stood in the shower with him curling his toes, had not existed two years ago. Then again neither had Raito.