Title: Of Physics and Chemistry
WARNING
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Of all we know of sex, it must be some sort of fire.
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Raito's arms hurt. They throbbed slightly with the strain from being held behind him for the better part of three hours. This confinement had only been going on for only 166 minutes, and Raito was already getting tired of it. The waiting behind the bars for something to happen. For what, he didn't know, because he was supposed to be isolated from everyone. Why in the world was he here again…?
He wasn't Kira. That was obvious. At least to him, it was. And yet here he was tied up like a criminal, locked in suspect chambers, his hands clasped together behind his back and his ankles buckled to each other, forcing him to refrain from walking. He looked up at the camera, glaring at the man he knew was behind it, and the red light glowered at him just as powerfully.
This was more than just uncomfortable. This was boring. What was he supposed to do for the duration of his stay? Just sit there and think? Count the bars? No, he would not count the bars (there were 24)! He refused to just sit there in a position that was very uncomfortable for him. His head hung between his knees, bent up so that his bare feet rested flat on the ground.
"Ryuuzaki…" Raito hissed, eyes piercing the camera, "Let me go."
The reply was immediate.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Raito-kun," said the electronic voice, "At the moment you are to be treated as a suspect in the Kira case."
"I'm not Kira!" Raito growled, "Now either do something to prove I am or let me out.."
This time there was no reply. Wonderful. L was just going to leave him there, wasn't he? He'd only been on the case for a day and now he was doomed to rot in this cell? When he hadn't even committed a crime, at that…damn L. He was so bloody annoying. He would not be treated like this. If L didn't get him out, so help him, he'd murder the man. Then he could be confined!
"Raito-kun."
This time the voice didn't come from the camera. Instead it was from outside the bars. Raito looked up at the crooked figure. L stood there with a thumb in his mouth, and his other hand in his pocket, and he stared at Raito unblinkingly. The gaze was almost disturbing. L suddenly took his hand from his pocket and pulled out a key. Raito's face brightened considerably.
"You're letting me out…" he said, and sat up straighter on the small cot in the cell.
"No," L answered, opening the door, walking in, and then shutting it behind him. Raito frowned deeply as L approached him and his brown eyes narrowed.
"Then what are you doing here?" Raito snapped, auburn hair falling into his eyes, "Aren't I supposed to be isolated form everyone and observed from afar? Or is the task force watching this right now?"
"No, I sent them home," L told him easily, but Raito was not relieved.
"And Watari?"
"I sent him on an errand," L bit down hard on his thumb and took a few steps forward until he standing directly in front of Raito, looking down at him. The position was annoying to Raito, L standing up as he sat, as if he were superior.
Raito made to stand up, even on his feet that where locked together, but L's hand jutted out, hitting him in the chest and sending his backwards. His bottom hit the cot again with a creak of the bed, and Raito winced slightly. He glared up at L and scowled deeply.
"Well, what do you want then?" Raito demanded coarsely, lifting up his chin defiantly. He could stare down L, certainly, even if he had a disadvantage.
"Your confession."
"Ha," Raito snorted, "That, you won't get L. I'm not Kira, and this is stupid!"
"I don't think so, I'm afraid," L replied, and then cocked his head to the side slightly, reaching out the hand the had previously held the key and brushing the hair from Raito's eyes, "However…"
"What the -?" Raito pulled his head back, surprised by the gentle display.
"There is something you could do…to help you get out of here…sooner…" L suggested, and reached out his hand again, ignoring Raito's face inching away slightly. He touched Raito's hair again, this time more deeply, burring his fingers into the silky locks and gazing at the pretty face that was cupped by his hand. He lifted an eyebrow to encourage Raito to answer his proposal.
"How much sooner?" Raito asked, having realized that his attempts to move away from L's hand was futile. The fingers ran through his hair, massaging his head.
"It depends," L replied simply, "On how good you are. If your very good…then you could even get out…today…."
Raito blinked and then slowly nodded, "Well then, what do I have to do?"
"Hm," L smirked, "Are you sure you wish to accept this? I will not ask you again, Raito-kun."
The question make him weary. Was he sure? Well, he hadn't spent three hours in this cell for nothing, had he? He wanted out of this cage as soon as possible. He wanted to stop counting the tiles in the ceiling (there were 32) and he wanted the horrible, dull throbbing in his arms to cease to ail him. He fantasized about the moment he would here a click and then be able to sooth his aching wrists.
And he couldn't do that, locked in this room.
"I'm sure," Raito responded firmly, and before he could even ask again what it was he was expected to do, the hand in his hair tightened considerably, to a painful hold. "Aaah!"
He was yanked up by his locks into a forceful kiss that made his eyes nearly jump from their sockets and his hair nearly rip from his scalp. His lips smashed against L's hard, and L's tongue dove into his mouth immediately, flicking against the roof of Raito's mouth. Once he understood the meaning of his 'task', Raito kissed back. He curled his tongue around L's and swiped the wet ligament across the front on L's teeth. He tasted like sugar with a little bit of Earl Grey.
L lowered himself to the ground, so that Raito was sitting on the cot again, and he was sitting in his usual crouch in front of him. One of L's hand was still sharply gripping his hair and another was tugging at the tail of the black cotton shirt Raito wore. Now Raito was above L, and he felt more safe now. Until the hand tugging at his shirt slid underneath it.
"Hmnn…" Raito tried, but L's hand acted as a restraint. He kept Raito's head close to his and continued to plunder the man's mouth while the fingertips of his other hand ran along the smooth surface of Raito's navel. Raito's eyes fluttered shut when the hand did nothing threatening.
The kiss continued as the hand ascended, pushing Raito's shirt up to uncover his midriff and eventually his ribs, and even after, his nipples. L ran his thumb along the round, soft expanse of skin, slightly darker than the rest of the creamy pallor and delighted in the way Raito pushed himself forward into the touch as his thumb drew circles around it. The skin grew taut, and then hard, until a tiny nub appeared there, now probably more sensitive than it had started out.
L ran his fingernail over it, hard.
"Ahhnnn…!" Raito's eyes snapped open and his body involuntarily arched into the slightly painful but extremely pleasing touch. The widening of the mouth allowed L to further clean his tonsils. L scraped his nails over his nipple once more, causing another reaction such at the one before and then moved over to the other one to repeat the process.
Raito was becoming hard, and the thin cotton pants did nothing to hide it. Luckily L had his eyes shut for the time being and had yet to notice the development. He let go of Raito's hair, finally, and let his fingers completely focus in on the small, pert beads of flesh on Raito's chest.
L finally broke away from the kiss, opened his eyes and licked a dribble of saliva from Raito's lips before looking down. He smirked when he saw the prominent bulge in Raito's trousers, and Raito sneered and gave him a look as if to say 'well, what do you expect?'. L continued to look smug, and Raito had just decided to voice his thoughts on the haughty little 'I'm-so-cute' smile before L's mouth descended again -
-this time as an alternative to his dexterous fingers.
His mouth closed in around a rosy bud and he sucked a bit, making Raito's body convulse slightly and his head bow. Raito's hands fought against the restraints to find their way to L's hair this time, to hold the man closer as L continued to do wonderful things with that tongue of his. Of course, he had no success.
He wasn't sure what it was about L that made him so damn -wanton -but he was, and he couldn't stop. Raito squirmed despite his best efforts to stay perfectly still.
While his mouth worked on Raito's chest, L's fingers set to a new task. They hooked into the cusp of the pants Raito wore and pulled down, sliding them down the narrow hips. L bit down suddenly, making Raito gasp in surprise (and, reluctantly, something else), and arch off the bed just enough to slide his pants and underwear down the rest of the way. Raito's erection sprung free, and L's mouth left the younger man's chest, and he sat back a bit and took in the scene before him.
Raito sat before him, flushed with arousal, cheeks unwillingly tinged pink and lips bruised to perfection, uneven pants escaping them. His hair was mussed in a way that Raito would no doubt hate, but L found rather fetching as opposed to as it usually was. Not a hair out of place. It rolled over his head and into his eyes, which were gazing at him with searing intensity.
His shirt was pushed up under his arms, revealing a long, slim abdomen with smooth muscles grazing him so he didn't look too thin. Dusty nipples peeked, standing firm and dark against the rest of his skin, drawing the eye to them. His trousers were left bunched up at his ankles, because they couldn't be removed without taking the bottom cuffs off first. Which L wouldn't do.
"Is that it?" Raito asked, in a way that actually expressed unknowingness. L's eyes widened briefly, but they returned to their normal six and then he smirked.
"No, that is not it, Raito-kun," L replied, leaning forward slightly and placing his hand on Raito's knee, gently sliding his hand upwards, towards the manhood standing proudly against the youth's stomach.
"Well, then, what are you waiting -"
His words were silenced by another rough kiss, penetrating his mouth as well as his being and ending abruptly as L grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, pushing him onto his stomach so that he was bent over the cot. His stomach lying flat on the bed, but the lower part of his body hanging off the rest of his, his knees inches away from the ground. Raito caught his breath and moved to stand up, and was immediately frozen by the sensation of the detective grinding against the crease of his bottom.
His eyes widened, "Are you...Are you actually going to...?"
"Am I what?" L asked impatiently, now almost overcome with need. He buried his face in the back of Raito's neck, smelling the clean scent of the boy's hair. The hands that were tied behind Raito's back pressed against his torso. He took the time to unzip his pants and pull forth his erection from the confines of his underwear.
"Are you…without any lube…?" Raito's voice was slightly choked at the thought of it, despite his best efforts to keep himself calm. He'd only been taken once before, over a month ago…But then, as a suspect, would L even care about hurting him?
"I probably should," L replied, and Raito tensed under him, the tip of L's cock rubbing at his backside, precariously close to his sphincter. Raito's balled his fists. "But I feel that would make things uncomfortable for the both of us…"
Raito visibly relaxed, and felt L press a small, wet kiss to the back of his neck.
"However…" L continued, tauntingly. He against moved against Raito, the hot skin of his penis teasing the ring of muscle. Raito was tormented by his lust and apprehension. One part of him was scared to death of the pain he was certain to go through if L took him dry, and the other part wanted L to just get on with it, because he couldn't take it anymore…
"However…" L continued, "I have no lube with me. Saliva will have to do."
And so Raito was presented with three of L's fingers near his mouth. He turned his head to better access them, and accepted the long digits into his mouth. Unlike the last time, they were there of his own accord, and so it was much more pleasant. Not that licking fingers was the most enjoyable thing in the world, but, he supposed, it was better than choking on them.
Raito tried as hard as he could to concentrate. The fingers of one hand in his mouth, the fingers of the other digging into the skin of his back, the scent of his sweat...And then Ryuuzaki began to grind harder, groaning against a small patch of skin at the back of his neck. Raito's tongue soaked L's fingers with as much moisture as he possibly could.
L was captivated by the wet ligament dancing around his fingers, and the teeth accidentally (or not) nipping against the tips. If Raito was this good with fingers, he dared to imagine how good it would feel to have that mouth wrapped around something else entirely.
And he wasn't thinking about lollipops.
No matter what flavor they were.
Thoughts like that did nothing to stop L's growing problem. Precum slid from his slit abundantly, and he bit down on Raito's neck a bit to ground himself. Raito make a delicious nose around his fingers at the nibble and jerked in surprise, making the apex of L's length press tantalizingly against the tight ring of muscle. L let out a noise of his own, deeper and from the back of his throat. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this.
The groan ran through Raito's entire body, down into the erection he was trying so hard to control, through his feet to his toes, his lungs, and found it's way into his very mind. His heart pounded in his chest as L finally removed the fingers from his mouth and lowered them in between his legs. L moved his hips back a bit to gain way for his approaching fingers, and pressed his index to the opening.
The long finger slid inside him easily, making a strange, slick sound as it disappeared into the young man's body. Raito hid his face best he could in the cushion of the mattress. He was torn between whether or not he liked this position or not. It was less intimate, so much so that it was nearly degradingly, but it allowed him to cover the faces and better suppress the noises he made. Another finger was added, tearing him away from thoughts of anything else.
"I feel I must remind Raito-kun to relax," L stated breathlessly into his ear, making scissoring motions within the tight, tense passage. "I'm going to add another finger now. Please ready yourself."
Before Raito had time to mutter 'Already?' he felt the third finger tickling his opening and he forced himself not to think about the discomfort and to loosen up his muscles. A second later, the third finger was buried inside him and Raito was attempting to control his breathing. In…out….in…out…Ah!
Raito's body convulsed and L whispered huskily, "Found it."
Recovering from the jolt of pleasure, Raito again tried to restrain his breathing, which was becoming increasingly difficult. In…out….in…out…oh, god, in, for God's sake. Just do it already!
Twisting slightly, Raito pushed himself into the fingers, silently telling Ryuuzaki what to do. The fingers were removed and Raito sighed in relief, thinking L was finally going to do something he'd told him to, but it wasn't so. The detective positioned himself at the now prepared entrance, and Raito readied himself for it this time, thinking 'finally' in his mind. Several seconds passed and still L stayed.
"What…are you…?" Raito started, resting his cheek on the mattress so he could look back at L.
"I told you what I wanted, did I not?" L inquired softly, his voice scratching with strain as he contained his desire to give Raito what he wanted. Because it was what he wanted too.
"You…what?" Raito shook his head, brain hazed with arousal. He tried to remember. When he did, his previously hooded eyes shot open. "You…said…"
"Yes?' L prompted in a deep, almost sultry baritone, "What did I say…Raito-kun…? What did I say I wanted…?"
Raito shifted his arms behind him and sunk his head into the mattress further, breathing out, "A confession."
L found himself smirking yet again, and he pushed the tip of his erection even more firmly against the expectant opening. Even then he reached down to cup Raito's sac, which had grown taut with pressure, and grew tauter still as L caressed the skin there. He figured Raito might need a little more persuasion.
"That's correct, Raito-kun," L kissed the spot between the youth's shoulder blades, trailing his tongue across the skin. He delighted in the shudder this action produced. "So…confess to me…tell me…what I want to hear…"
L was tormenting him.
Raito's breath hitched with each pinch and stroke those talented fingers gave. He couldn't take this anymore, really he couldn't, but he certainly wasn't going to sink so low as to confess anything. He wasn't that far gone yet, thank goodness. But he was on the verge of it, especially when cool fingers wrapped around his erection firmly, making his vision go blurry as they moved.
In a hasty decision, one Raito had thought through very quickly, he forced his hips backwards without warning, making the very tip of L sink into his confines. His idea was that, once L was inside him even just a bit, he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. The hands that had been elsewhere immediately snapped to his hip, grasping them tightly, almost painfully. Raito thought his plan had worked -
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until instead of sinking into him further, L pulled out."That was a rather crude move, Raito-kun," L said to him, his voice even harsher now. Again, Raito had surpassed his expectations. Just as before, he had refused to give up control to him. "However, I will not move until you ask it of me."
"Nngghh…" Raito groaned as one of L's hands returned to his throbbing manhood and began stroking quickly, making Raito gasp and wriggle toward the hand.
L's hand moved expertly, thumb scraping over the tip in the sweetest way. Every once in a while the fingers would lower to fondle his straining balls before returning to his shaft. The hand moved up and down and the palm pressed against his head hard, causing him to bite down on the sheets so that his lip wouldn't begin to bleed. L knew just where to apply pressure, rubbing against the sensitive underside.
The ministrations continued and Raito writhed, and god, how he wanted to just finish. He clawed at L's stomach behind him with nearly feral vigor, sucking breath into his lungs at every chance. His breath was heavy as if he had been submerged in water for several minutes and was gasping for his first gulps of air. His orgasm approached, cascading toward him like a waterfall of pleasure -
And then, L stopped.
"No…!" Raito demanded, wanting desperately to slam his fist into the mattress. Alas, no matter how hard he tugged at the clasps that held his hands behind him, he was weaker than the steel it was made from. He was angry at himself for letting the word slip and angry at L for stopping.
"If Raito-kun wishes for more," L started, voice hoarse with the stimulation that Raito's reactions had given him and being present so very close to Raito's hole. "All he must do is ask."
"God…." Raito felt like whining. Really he did. Like throwing a tantrum and making L give him his way, because, damn it, he needed release. There was nothing, at that moment, he needed more than to cum, to feel more and just burst with pleasure…"Just…"
"Hmm…?" L nipped at Raito's left shoulder blade and gave Raito's erection a sharp tug.
"God! Just -damn it -just -argh…" Raito's hands clenched into a fist so tight he worried his fingers might rip themselves off. Damn it, damn it, damn it…!
What was the definition of torture? Severe mental anguish or physical pain. That was this. That was exactly what this was. Again, L squeezed him and he groaned into the bed. Severe mental anguish or physical pain. Another jerk of those fingers, roughly pulling at him. Severe mental anguish or physical pain. A harder yank, fingernails scraping over delicate, hot skin. Severe mental anguish or physical -
"Just move, damn it!" Raito almost shouted, eyes shut tightly, his teeth gritted together as though half of him had said it and the other half had physically tried to retrain him.
That was good enough for L. His patience, too, was wavering.
"As I said, Raito-kun, you only have to ask."
And, quite suddenly, he was fully sheathed inside him. With one powerful thrust he'd embedded himself inside Raito, with only the now dried saliva and small amount of precum to smooth the way.
Raito screamed into the mattress, and bit down on the sheets hard, only just not breaking through the thin fabric. Fire ignited in his spine, shooting up to reach his brain as though his bones were made of kerosene. He felt his stomach quiver and his entire body tense with pain. If this was what it felt like with the preparation, he paled to think on what it would have felt like without it.
L was surrounded by hot, rigid muscle. It was a hellish sort of heaven, searing and suffocating, but oh-so wonderful. He bit into the soft flesh of Raito's back, once again to attach himself to reality. When he came back to earth, albeit slowly, he felt the effect his sudden thrust had had on Raito. The muscles in the younger man's back rippled with effort and his chest heaved, sweat breaking out of his pores and coating his skin with exertion.
"Raito-kun," L murmured, breath hot against the back of Raito's ear. "I apologize. Did I hurt you?"
He received no answer from the boy in question, and took that as a yes. He restarting stroking the younger man, feeling that the erection had lost some of it's hardness. He used his other hand to rub smooth circles into Raito's inner thigh, attempting to sooth him. He soon coaxed Raito back to full hardness, and again Raito began to react to the touches, eventually relaxing enough so that L could move.
He rolled his hips gently, testing. Raito made no sounds of discomfort, and so he did so again, aiming for the prostate. A small strangled sound showed him that he'd found it, and he pushed against it with all his might, using the hand on Raito's thigh to hold his hips to deepen the thrusts. He pulled out about halfway and plunged back it, and again he reveled in the breath that was sucked in rapidly by the boy.
"Huhnnn…" Raito grunted as Ryuuzaki picked up speed. He still throbbed painfully from the abrupt intrusion, but with every hit of his prostate a little of the pain ebbed away.
Raito's hands fisted at air behind his back and his teeth gnawed at each other as L's pace quickened even further, striking the spot inside him over and over again. His breath was ragged and his legs trembled with effort to keep himself supported, something that was hard to do with his ankles locked together. But he did so anyway, his will to not seem completely weak overcoming the energy it took to hold himself up.
After all, if his legs collapsed, L would have to hold him up.
He would never hear the end of it.
The plunges went deeper and faster as the seconds went on, each throaty noise Raito made pushed L to accelerate. He was encompassed in a steaming, compact canal, the friction from each plummet forcing him to loose himself little more. He'd forgotten how good it had been, to be inside this gorgeous body, and he wondered how he'd ever thought he could give such a person up. Brilliant, beautiful and -god -so dam tight!
At a particularly hard invasion, with a hard smack against his prostate, Raito cried out through the sheet in his mouth and squeezed around the hot length buried inside him.
The ache had not left yet, but for some reason it didn't take away from the pleasure Raito received. It seemed to even add to it, making him give himself over to the feelings completely. He wasn't sure what it was -and he wasn't a masochist -but it felt good. No -not good, but it felt. His thoughts had nothing to do with this act at the moment, just incredible stimulation from both the gland inside him and the organ in Ryuuzaki's clever hand.
There were no words, no reasons or opinions -just pure, unadulterated sensation.
Hands struggled in their metal confines furiously; he hated being so constrained. L found it amusing, and not to mention erotic, to see Raito fighting for freedom as ecstasy clouded his better judgment. Under any other circumstances, Raito would be able to tell that he couldn't break out of such cuffs, no matter how hard he pulled. But the boy was too far gone to realize it, and L was too far gone to care.
Raito was lost in a paradisiacal haze, in which only pleasure existed to him. His world had narrowed completely to a small world where he and L were the only things that were real. His gasped to try to regain his breath, which had never really left him, but because he felt as though he were drowning, and it was so exquisite that it was almost frightening.
"Ah…hnnnh…L…god…nghh…!" Raito's mouth was open wide and his eyes were shut tightly. The air he breathed tasted plain to him somehow, compared to the sweet elation that swallowed his body whole.
"Raito-kun," L breathed in return, his voice rough and yet somehow gentle at the same time. He gripped Raito's hips tighter and drove into him again, harder still, feeling close to his completion.
"Nah!" Raito half yelped at the plunder, the contact with the glorious spot inside him harder than ever. He felt himself giving way to the feeling of being 'gone' in a way that threatened to muddle his mind completely until he was a liquefied mess of uncontaminated pleasure.
One more blow to his prostate and he was thrown forcibly over the end, unable to stop himself from releasing a choked wail. He stiffened with his climax, white lights flashing in front of his eyes as he was dominated by every delightful emotion so much so that all self-control was mislaid. He spilled himself into L's hand with a shiver.
Upon the constriction of Raito's walls all around him, L too was compelled to come near violently inside the young man. The universe seemed to shatter around him with the force of it, his nails digging into Raito's hips as he ruptured deep within the beautiful man. Every part of his body seemed to jerk with him and his sight condensed and became slightly fuzzy.
L sunk forward, his muscles relaxing, and then he sighed against to moist skin of Raito's back. Their breaths were uneven, but regaining balance with every passing second. They lay for several seconds, reveling in light of the splendor of their orgasm. L trailed his bottom lip of Raito's neck and shoulder lightly, and Raito took a deep breath before twisting his neck to look back at L.
"What are you doing?" Raito asked, attempting to turn around, a signal for L to get out of him. L obliged, pulling his now limp shaft from the younger man and tucking himself into his underwear and zipping back up.
"Raito-kun isn't much for cuddling, is he?" L asked, cocking his head and pretending to pout.
"When my hands and feet are tied together? No, I can't say I am," Raito brought himself to his knees, "Unlock me already, you sadist."
"I find it interesting that Raito-kun thinks calling me names will make me unlock him faster."
He was reaching into his pocket again already, however.
"Whatever, Ryuuzaki, my arms are killing me. Just do it."
"Didn't we already?"
"Oh, stop with the puns, pervert," Raito snapped, and L crawled over, placing the key in the lock and turning. With a 'click' sound, Raito was free. He pulled down his shirt to cover his stomach again, and pulled up his trousers. Then he pulled himself onto the cot and added, "Ankles too."
"Now Raito-kun is patronizing me," L stated, but unlocked the ankle cuffs.
"I think I have the right to patronize you after you made me spend three unnecessary hours in a cell, for authenticity," Raito snorted, "Right."
"It was, though," L defended himself.
Raito ignored him and rubbed at his wrists and stretched his legs. "Much better."
"I agree," L commented, "I like it when Raito-kun is able to spread his legs."
Raito shot him a cold glare, "I don't know why I put up with you when you say comments like that. I just acted out a role play fantasy of yours and all I get are demeaning sex jokes in return?"
"You get to work on the Kira Case, in return," L pointed out, and Raito shrugged and stood up.
"We should clean this up," Raito said, gesturing toward the semen on the floor and cot. "By the way, where did you get this place?"
"It's an actual holding cell for suspects, Raito-kun," L replied, opening the cage door for him.
"And you keep it around, just in case you get a suspect that needs constant observation?"
"Of course," L replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Of course," Raito scoffed mockingly as they headed down the hallway. He felt gross, glazed with sweat and semen. He needed a shower.
"There is a shower area down that way. We must hurry though, your father will be wondering why a trip to the bookstore took so long," L said, reading his mind.
"I'll be back in ten minutes."
"What do you mean?" L then responded, "I'm coming with you."
Raito rolled his eyes, "We have to hurry L. Sex in the shower is the opposite of hurrying."
"I see…" L mused as Raito began walking toward the aforementioned shower room, but stopped when L spoke again.
"What about sex in a bath?"
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In exchange for working on the Kira case, Raito was to perform sexual favors for L. L had wondered aloud in the beginning 'Does that make Raito-kun a whore?' to which Raito had promptly responded to with a punch. Which lead to their first fight as an exclusive couple. Strangely, Raito had more bruises and sore areas from the sex than the fight.
Under normal circumstances, he would have never allowed himself to be 'on bottom' so frequently (or, rather, at all). But these weren't normal circumstances. To further his career in the NPA, and gain experience on the best cases, he needed inside connections. He needed to be in this case, one of the largest in Japan in a decade. He needed to prove himself as brilliant mind to the world. He needed L.
Ryuuzaki was just an added bonus.
His father had reluctantly allowed Raito on the case. Even though in the end Ryuuzaki had said he wasn't exactly letting him decide. He knew his son was capable, but he didn't want to put him in unnecessary danger. Somehow, someone was getting into people's house without anyone noticing something amiss, and putting poison in their food without getting caught or noticed. Ryuuzaki said there was a 74 percent chance that it was a woman, even though the majority of the victims were women. Some where the women's boyfriends (which he said was mostly likely just because they ate the same food), but over all there were 34 victims, and 22 of them were female.
Ryuuzaki also stated that there was a high chance that Kira was in show business, and appeared on television and in the media frequently. Raito had agreed with the statement and come up with his own facts on the matter, to which L's theory was strengthened.
However, at the time, they still had no lead suspects, but they were working on it.
The first few days on the job were uneventful. He was getting caught up on the work he'd missed since the case had begun and getting the files he needed sorted into the right places. The fourth day on the job, he joined in the work fully. The fifth day, he continued working but found nothing, and Ryuuzaki jumped him while his father and the others went out for lunch. On the sixth day, he came to a revelation.
"Yesterday another victim died," Ryuuzaki droned monotonously, reading from the paper that he held in front of his face with his thumb and forefinger.
"Gosh," Matsuda breath, rubbing his temples, "And we haven't even gotten done processing the one from a few days ago! How does she get to them so fast!?"
"She probably tricks them," Aizawa replied, brow set firmly. "If she really is a TV star, or at least a bit famous, she could trick fans by offering to spend time with them."
"So who is the new victim?" Raito prompted, turning toward Ryuuzaki in his computer chair and looking straight at the detective.
"Koori Motoharu. She was a 20 year old girl, not attending a University," L went on, "She had brown hair, brown eyes, she's 5'2 ,104 lbs and her boyfriend, an older man who is successful and rich, was out of town on a business trip."
"Boyfriend or sugar daddy?" Matsuda pondered.
"It hardly matters," L shrugged, throwing the paper down, "Not all the woman have boyfriends or husbands. The ages are around the same, no one older than thirty or younger than seventeen, but other than that…"
"Where did she live?" Soichiro asked, straightening out his glasses.
"Aiyoma, Jinkuku Street, Ai Neko Apartment building, apartment 4C," Ryuuzaki responded from memory, and Raito tapped his pencil a few times, considering it, before his eye's widened.
"Wait," he said suddenly, sparking everyone's attention. Raito spun back towards his computer and pulled up the internet. He typed something in, and few seconds later he made a triumphant sound.
"What is it, Raito?" his dad asked, coming over and leaning over his son to see the screen.
"Ryuuzaki, look at this," Raito gestured him to come over, and L did, almost hunching over Raito to see the screen, only the opposite shoulder as Soichiro.
"Aiyoma…" Ryuuzaki muttered.
"NHN was interviewing Misa Amane there, because of her movie premiere today," Raito said, hiding the budding excitement in his voice, "She was only a few blocks away from Ai Neko Apartment building, just a few streets over from Jinkuku. She could have easily come over to Koori's place."
"She could have even offered the girl tickets to the show…" Mogi considered. Both he and Aizawa were tall enough to see over Soichiro, Ryuuzaki and Raito, but Matsuda had to jump up and down to get a glimpse of the screen. It showed a cute blond girl, Misa Misa, winking at the camera.
"Yes…" L nodded, " This is good, Raito-kun. She is in show business, she had the means and the opportunity…now if we can only find a motive…"
They disperse, ungrouping from their huddle around the computer.
"She also wears bracelets like the beads we found at a few crime scenes," L considered, his head lolled back against to the back of his chair, looking at the ceiling with his thumb in his mouth.
"Yeah, but…I mean, Misa Misa is so sweet and happy!" Matsuda said, "Why would she kill anyone? There isn't a reason too!"
"Her parents were killed in front of her, weren't they?" L asked.
Raito nodded, "Yeah, a year or so ago. Murdered by a burglar. The intruder is spending life in jail."
"It is possible…that she could have been traumatized by the event," L suggested thoughtfully, "Perhaps she even thinks that she should have died along with them. These girls…they resemble her somewhat, in looks or personality. Perhaps they are a manifestation of herself, and by killing them she is recreating the death that she feels should have been her own…?"
Raito raised an eyebrow, "That sounds strangely plausible."
L rolled his eyes over to the young man sardonically, "Thank you for your approval, Raito-kun."
"No problem," Raito smirked, "What I mean is, you're right. That's a motive, if it's true. It's the best we've got for now. We should concentrate on gathering more evidence against Amane."
"Yes…" L agreed, and the three men got busy. He turned toward his computer as well but his eyes did not leave Raito, even when he began to type. "Considering the possible motive, the beads, the fact she is a celebrity and that she was near the crime scene at the time of the murder, there is a…65 percent chance that Misa Amane is Kira."
"Good," Raito nodded and turned back to his computer, starting to look for Misa's email address. He wondered if she even had one; a nonexistent one would be difficult to hack into.
A few minutes passed, and Raito found that L had yet to stop staring at him. The black eyes were annoying, burning into the side of his head as though they were sniper rifles. It was similar whenever they had sex, only this time Raito was not foggy with pleasure, and therefore able to feel the full intensity of that cool stare.
"What?" Raito finally asked, sighing and looking over at the detective, "We have a lead. Aren't we supposed to be working?"
"I was merely wondering how Raito-kun knew about Misa being in Aiyoma today," L said, biting down on his thumb hard as he stared at Raito.
"What do you mean? You saw me look it up."
"Raito-kun knew before he looked it up," L pointed out easily, "You were only checking to make sure that your facts were correct before presenting your theory to us, as you should have."
"My sister watches those teen idol shows on television at dinner," Raito shrugged, "I remembered hearing it mentioned there…what? Why?"
L turned back to the computer and began reading. Raito looked backward briefly to check that all the other members, especially his dad, were busy before grabbing L's hand. Instead of a 'hand holding' gesture, it was more of a 'Hey, I asked you a question' action.
"Why was that important?" Raito repeated, holding onto Ryuuzaki's hand tightly, eyes narrow at the detective as the wheels turned in his mind.
"I was just curious, Raito-kun," L answered shortly. He tried to tug his hand out of Raito's grip but Raito just held on tighter, determined to get an answer.
"Liar. You don't stare at me for five minutes straight because you're curious," Raito's eyes were nearly slits, "If that was the case, you would have asked right away. You were debating on whether or not to ask…perhaps because you were unsure I would tell the truth even if you presented me with the question?"
"I did no such thing. I was curious, Raito-kun. You are making this as more than it is."
"No, I'm not!" Raito hissed lowly, against his eyes shooting over to make sure the others were preoccupied before darting back to Ryuuzaki and pinning the older man to his chair. "Why would you think I would lie about it? I want to catch her as much as you do, why would I…"
Raito trailed off, realization showing in his eyes.
"…unless I was helping her," Raito breathed, eyes flashing, "You suspect me? How the hell is that possible?"
"Raito-kun, that is completely false," L stated, finally yanking free his hand, "If Raito-kun wished to hold my hand, he could just mention it. I would have no objections as long as he wasn't planning to break it."
"No promises," Raito snarled, "Don't change the subject on me! You thought I…you suspect me…?"
"No, Raito-kun, I do not," L said firmly, truthfully. "For one thing, you were with me, if you remember, all day in fact. If you need a further reminder, I could demonstrate for you what it was we were doing…"
"Fine then, you don't suspect me," Raito snapped, rolling his eyes as yet another sexual innuendo from the famous detective, "Then what? Don't try to fool me, L, I'm not as transparent as other people."
"So I've noticed," L sulked, rubbing his big toes together.
"Well?"
"I did not know why Raito-kun knew so much about Amane," L finally answered, looking at his computer screen, "I figured Raito-kun knew about the premier because he was interested in the movie, and I hadn't known Raito-kun was interested in such things. Now that I know it's not because you were interested in it, I am no longer confused by what I thought was a display of an attraction to trivial entertainment."
It took a moment to decode what L had said. Interest…attraction…entertainment…Right. What a liar L was. No, Raito knew what he meant now, and he smirked in light of the disclosure.
"Attraction to trivial entertainment?" Raito gave a smug grin that grated on L's nerves, "Don't you mean an attraction to Amane…?"
"I believe they coincide."
"Oh no," Raito laughed, chuckling at the thought, "You were…you thought I was attracted to her. That I thought she was cute and was checking up on where she was going to be so I could see her…you were jealous. Hahaha!"
"Raito-kun is very cruel."
"Hahahaha -!" The laugh was the same sultry laugh that L had heard the first night they'd met. The task force members looked over briefly before getting back to work, but L just looked at the boy -laughing at it -his eye twitching in annoyance.
"Raito-kun apparently does not understand humor."
"Hahaha -I'm -ha -I just -I mean," Raito caught his breath, "I thought it was something important. For a second I thought I was a suspect. And it was just you… being…jealous?"
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If that's the way Raito-kun wants to put it…""Oh, it is," Raito smirked, attempting to control himself, before thinking 'the hell with it' and letting silky sniggers tumbled from his mouth.
"I think Raito-kun…"
"Hahaha -!"
"I think Raito-kun needs another confinement."
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I have decided to continue this story. I mean, when you get 92 positive reviews (not including the ones I got on AFF) you've got a winner, right?
Although, I've decided to use this story as practice. Lemon practice. -blushes -So basically, I'm going to write a lemon in each chapter, using different techniques that I want to try. For example, this chapter I did 'bondage' and 'from behind', neither of which I've done before. Others will include threesome, toys and…anything else I can think of. Probably more role play games to. 'Cause their fun.
There will be warnings at the top of each chapter to tell you what to expect. However, here are a few things you WILL NOT be seeing;
Necrophilia, Scat, Water Sports and Bestiality.
If you don't know what any of those are, you probably don't want to, but I'll answer your questions in a Review Reply if you really want to know.
If there is anything you'd specifically like to see, feel free to make suggestions.
Also, the thing about the lemons I write is, I try to make them tasteful. I hate using disgusting words, and phrases. Like the 'd' word for penis, and even 'cock' I use rarely (sometimes you just run out of things to call it, so I have to use it once in a while). One phrase I will never, ever, ever, ever use is 'shot his load'. OMG - cringe -No offense to those who have used this before but -ew. There are so many better ways to say it, I don't understand why you'd choose something so…vulgar. --'
It will have a plot but…it'll pretty much be second to the sex. Which is pretty much the opposite of what I usually do, but eh. Sometimes the actual plot will actually lead to sex…Sometimes I think I'm too young to be so experienced in writing sex scenes. :P Oh well.
So…what did you think about this chapter, eh? Please review!
Nilah