A bit more of this – this will probably be all I'm posting until next weekend as I'm absorbed in finishing up the endings of Cruel and Unusual :)
There will probably be two or three more chapters of this, at least, that's all I've thought of so far.
Thanks very much to recipe for insanity for beta reading :)
SPOILERS: Up to episode 18 anime/chapter 38 manga.
DISCLAIMER: Death note and its characters are not mine. Only this story is mine.
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Raito looks across the table at the detective, who smiles back cheerfully at him.
"Raito-kun should eat," he says. "Watari brought in the food a few minutes ago, don't let it go cold."
"Yes," Raito says neutrally, helping himself to some beef teryaki that looks and smells very appetising. He considers Watari's recent presence, wonders if the man had been around long enough to hear any sounds emanating from the bathroom.
"Raito-kun needs to keep his strength up," L comments.
"What for?" Raito's eyes fly back to the detective's face.
"He hasn't eaten very well for nearly two months, and has lost weight," L says. "I can see all of his ribs when he is naked and that was not the case the last time Raito-kun undressed in front of me."
"Uh – thank you, Ryuuzaki." Raito mumbles, not quite sure what he's offering thanks for, but just wanting to get on with his dinner. Before the heat in his face betrays him at the thought of what's just transpired while he was naked.
"Is Raito-kun familiar with Dabrowski's Theory of Positive Disintegration?" L asks conversationally, through a mouthful of food.
"I'm not sure he's right about emotional over-excitability being the focal area of the personality," Raito replies.
"That is because Raito-kun wishes to deny his own emotional nature as being too base to consider."
"I really don't think so!" Raito grasps at the opportunity to discuss something – anything – that will keep the detective talking and take his mind off his companion's recent less orthodox use of his mouth and tongue.
By the time they've finished dinner, he's feeling less uncomfortable and as L deals with the last crumbs of his third dessert, Raito stands and starts to gather up the dishes to take them into the kitchen. Then he becomes aware of the detective's eyes on him. Specifically on his rear view as he leans across the table. Raito flushes but continues with what he's doing.
"Raito-kun is so attractive," L says suddenly.
"Uh – thanks, Ryuuzaki," Raito mutters.
"He has a wonderfully pert backside," L says, which the younger man finds quite – unbelievable. He stops, an armful of plates held to his chest and stares at the detective, taken aback by the other man's ingenuous vulgarity. Although he should be used to that by now, and, in a way he can only describe as twisted, it's strangely flattering. Because this is L, the world's greatest detective, flirting with him, or rather, doing what passes for flirting in the man's straight-to-the-point mentality. But why? In the back of his mind, during dinner, he's been considering what might be happening here and he thinks he's formulated a theory.
"You're trying to take advantage of me, Ryuuzaki," he says. "You think because I'm tired and – and distressed over what's happened to me recently, that I'm vulnerable."
"That is what Raito-kun suggested in the bathroom." The detective's face is once again innocently bland.
"It's more obvious than I would have expected of you," Raito goes on. "All this – this seduction. Compliments and washing and touching."
"Raito-kun believes my seduction has some other purpose than just seduction." L puts his head on one side, gazes at the boy enquiringly.
"Well, yes, obviously!" Raito says, rattling the plates between his hands.
"Why?" L asks, finger sliding into his mouth, making Raito think uncomfortably of – no, he's not going to think of that.
"I don't think I need to dignify that with an answer," he says huffily and stalks off into the kitchen to do the dishes, his regal exit somewhat marred by the fact that he has to jerk the detective along behind him on the chain and nearly drops all the plates.
Wrist-deep in soapy water he gasps as a pair of arms slide round his waist and damns the silence of the barefoot man.
"Ryuuzaki, don't creep up on me like that!"
"I'm sorry, Raito-kun," L's face nuzzles into the back of the boy's hair. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"What are you doing now?" Raito demands, thinking the raven-haired conundrum has done nothing but scare and confuse him tonight.
"I am being affectionate, Raito-kun." L says, then his tongue slides over the nape of the young man's neck. "Raito-kun is so delicious. Like a sweet, virginal cake that has never had a slice cut from its perfection."
"That's a disturbing metaphor, Ryuuzaki." Raito remarks, realising now that L has him exactly where he wants him. He can't very well object to the physical encroachment because he's already accepted it in the bathroom.
"I don't mean to disturb you either, Raito," L murmurs, voice dark and low. He leans against the boy, pressing him into the kitchen sink, his mouth touching, kissing over the muscles of Raito's neck and shoulder. "I want to please you. Unless of course, Raito finds me repulsive and does not appreciate my affection for him?"
Raito turns around, staring down into the detective's wide, plaintive eyes.
"You're very manipulative, aren't you," he says.
"Thank you!" L's face lights up in a wide smile.
"It wasn't meant as a compliment," Raito explains.
"I thought from Raito-kun, it would be."
"You're bitchy, too." The boy turns back to his dishes.
"Raito-kun is so suspicious," L complains, pushing his nose into Raito's hair and sniffing at him appreciatively.
"I know you want something, Ryuuzaki," the boy says flatly. "Everyone wants something."
"Suspicious and cynical," the detective mourns. "Raito-kun had a need for release in the bathroom and I helped him satisfy it. How does that equate to me seducing him for my own ends?"
"You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later," Raito counters, banging the last dish into the rack with unnecessary force. "I'm normal, I can't go without some kind of – of release for ever!"
"But the fact still remains that Raito-kun was the one who obtained pleasure from the encounter, not myself," L says, stepping back as the boy turns around. "How does he fit that situation into his theory?"
"I don't know exactly what you're up to, Ryuuzaki." Raito pokes the detective in the chest with one finger, an annoyed expression on his face. "But I intend to find out."
"And what kind of experimentation does Raito-kun propose to conduct to verify the truth or otherwise of his suppositions?" L's face breaks into another almost scarily impish smile as he says this.
"Damn!" Raito is appalled at his own short-sightedness. "You've got me coming and going haven't you!"
"Whatever does Raito-kun mean?"
"Nothing," Raito huffs. "I want to go to bed."
"I have no objection to that," L agrees.
Raito glances at the man, sees nothing but cheerful acquiescence on his face. He shrugs and leads the way to the bathroom so they can brush their teeth, thinking furiously. If he carries out his threat to discover whether L is trying to create some kind of situation of sexual intimacy between them, that would necessarily involve – well, sex. Which would give L what he wants; supposing that is what he wants. If he just ignores the whole sequence of events in the bathroom, then he's going to be the bad guy, taking pleasure from L but refusing to give any himself. Not that he asked L to do anything anyway, so why should he feel bad if the detective doesn't get off?
He decides the best thing to do is option 2, ignore. Pretend it never happened. But what to do about L's new touchy-feely persona? Raito's not sure how to ignore someone that's hugging and licking him all the time. Perhaps he should just insist that L stops doing those things. Although – there's no harm in it is there? Perhaps the man is just feeling lonely or in need of some kind of reassurance? Raito tells himself he's being ridiculous at this point. Making excuses for L's behaviour when it's obvious – but he's run out of teeth to brush and the ravenhaired mystery is waiting by the door for him, chain jangling.
The bed is a king-size, at least. Plenty of room for Raito to get as far away as possible from the wide-eyed man who is avidly staring at his legs and worse, as he climbs into bed. He's just about to lie down when he feels the chain suddenly jerk and then it wraps around him and he finds himself lying down whether he wants to or not. He struggles, but the chain binds his arms firmly to his body, L smiling as he kneels over the boy.
"Ryuuzaki!" Raito protests. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
L doesn't answer. He merely unlocks his handcuff and fastens it onto Raito's unfettered wrist, rendering the younger man completely unable to move his arms or upper torso.
"Ryuuzaki, let me go!" Raito yells, feeling more than a little disturbed at these proceedings.
"Raito-kun should be quiet," L suggests.
"What?" Raito stares at the man in disbelief. "I most certainly will not be quiet, Ryuuzaki! Unfasten me now!"
"I didn't want to do this, Raito-kun," the detective says, sadly. "But if I must, I must." He gets up off the bed and goes over to the drawers that contain his clothes. Opens the bottom one. Takes out something that Raito has never seen him wear.
"Socks?" Raito is distracted momentarily from his predicament. "What are you doing with socks, Ryuuzaki? You never wear them."
"That is why they are new and untouched, Raito-kun," L explains. "So that you will not find it unpleasant when I gag you with them."
"Wh – what?" Raito stutters, weakly. "B – but –" he falters to a halt as the detective produces a roll of tape from the bedside cabinet. "I'll be quiet!" he exclaims, not about to have anybody's socks pushed into his mouth, worn or unworn.
"I thought Raito-kun would see reason." L smiles and climbs back onto the bed, pulling the covers off the boy, his tongue running hungrily around his lips as if contemplating cake.
Raito stares up at his wildhaired captor, a feeling of almost terror sliding through his eyes, into his mind and curling tensely down his spine. But that's not all he's feeling, is it? As the man straddles him and his hand starts to caress Raito's abdomen, the boy finds himself astonishingly erect and has to fight to contain a murmur of pleasure. He can't believe he likes this. The touching, yes, it's hot, exciting, L's fingers a little hesitant but warm and soft on his skin. But what's really shocking the puzzled boy is his response to being helpless under the detective. Completely in the power of the dark-haired young man who's now pushing up Raito's baggy borrowed shirt under the chain and examining him intently and intimately.
The more he considers it, the more aroused and overheated and downright shameless he feels. He's panting now, mouth hanging open as he's caressed and teased by L's hands, stroking up his body, dipping inbetween the coils of chain to drift over smooth tan skin and erect nipples.
Raito bites back a gasp and gathers what little of his wits remain to him.
"Ryuuzaki..." he gets out, hoping it won't lead to socks. "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"I wish to make up to Raito-kun for all the discomfort and unhappiness he has suffered during his confinement," L replies, not ceasing his continual, tormenting touches
"But what if I don't want you to?" Raito demands.
"Shhh, Raito, I can see that you do want me to, you don't have to be shy."
"I'm not shy!" Raito protests, even though he thinks that perhaps that is what's wrong with him. "I just don't appreciate you chaining me up like this and doing these things to me without my consent."
"Are you sure, Raito?" is the detective's only response, his fingers teasing the boy's nipples gently. He shifts his weight backwards and bends suddenly, his hair sweeping across Raito's body, a soft, caressing, tickling feeling that excites the boy even further. Then L's lips are on his bound companion's skin. Kissing and licking him, damp soft touches all over his stomach, around the curve of his slender waist, circling his belly-button.
He moves lower, tracing over the smooth, slightly sweat-sheened skin with his tongue, finally burying his face in Raito's pubic hair, nuzzling into it like a kitten begging to be stroked.
The boy shifts beneath him, trying not to push up toward the warm temptation, L's face so enticingly near his unrepentantly rigid cock. Then L's mouth is on him and Raito gives in to a mewl of pleasure as he feels those talented lips encircling his smooth glans, the wickedly expert tongue that has licked so many doughnuts now licking him with the same fervor and absorption.
"Nhhn!" Raito exclaims as L's head dips, his mouth sliding down the length of the stiff, needy shaft. His hands caress the curve of Raito's hips, exerting gentle pressure to restrain the boy who, beside himself, is trying to push upward deeper into the warm, moist cavern that has engulfed him.
L moves, the younger man's dick sliding from his mouth. He takes his hand to it instead, his tongue running over Raito's testicles as he pushes the boy's unresisting legs apart, clambering between them. At the feel of the jeans-clad body rubbing against the inside of his thighs, Raito gasps and shudders.
L looks at him questioningly, then gives a wicked smile. He moves his other hand to stroke over the boy's thigh, grasps a gentle handful of flesh, squeezing.
Raito sighs, then moans aloud as L lets go of his cock and pulls his legs together, moving between them, the rough cloth of his jeans tormenting the soft, delicate skin.
"Mhm, Ryuuzaki – no," Raito murmurs, half-heartedly.
"Raito is so sensitive here," L replies. "He should wrap his legs around me so that he may enjoy the sensation more."
"No..." Raito shakes his head, gazing up into the detective's eyes, which he now notices are looking quite lustfully at him. His situation dawns on him with shocking force, chained and next best thing to naked on a bed, with an apparently completely uninhibited man between his legs, staring at him with desire in his eyes.
"No!" he exclaims more forcibly, then whimpers as L's mouth once more latches onto his cock, suckling at it enthusiastically. He tries to raise himself off the bed, but it's hopeless and the incredible sensations of the detective's mouth and tongue on him are sapping his will to escape.
"Please –" he murmurs, then remembers that's not a word to use around L, as he feels the pressure of the warm lips around him increase, the wet, supple tongue circling his glans, teasing him, dipping into the slit.
"Ah, God!" he cries out. "Ryuuzaki!" Then he's pumping into the detective's mouth, only slightly restrained by the firm hands on his hips, his legs clasping around the slender body between them. He knows he shouldn't be – but it feels so good, the heat and moistness around him and he needs it so much, he's desperate.
"Please, yes, please –" he begs, not even aware he's doing it. L's mouth slides off him, tongue lapping at the most sensitive spot on his over-stimulated cock, where the head joins the shaft. Strong, gentle fingers encircle the base of his needy shaft, the detective's other hand cupping his balls, stroking and teasing.
"Hahh! Aahh!" Raito writhes beneath the onslaught of sensation, too far gone to protest or even want to, his arousal rising inexorably toward climax. He shudders and screams as L's hands and relentless tongue achieve their goal and his jerking cock erupts, spurting rapid jets of his juices over him, covering his abdomen and chest with warm splashes of fluid.
He whimpers in delight as the wild-haired man cleans his softening member, then kneels up, his eyes on the melting boy as he licks a spatter of cum from his fingers.
"Raito is just as delicious as I expected," he comments.
"Hnh," Raito replies unintelligibly. Then tries to focus his glazed eyes as he sees the detective's hands going to the fastenings of his jeans. He knows he should be feeling alarm at this point but he's really too far gone to care. Is that what L intended? That bastard, he thinks, almost lovingly.
Then he sees what appears as the zipper's pulled down – no underwear – and his eyes widen in trepidation.
"No, Ryuuzaki," he mumbles, pushing with his feet, trying to move up the bed and away from the startlingly large appendage now waving hello to him.
"Don't be frightened, Raito," L shuffles up the bed too, faster than Raito can manage and the boy's relieved to realise that the detective is now sitting astride him again. Then L leans toward him, his erection sliding against Raito's abdomen, slipping through the spatters of cum that cover him.
"Mhm," L murmurs, rubbing himself against the younger man, a look of absolute bliss on his face. Raito watches him, thinking how attractive he is with his pale skin, now tinged with pink, his thick, wild black hair and those big expressive eyes, now half closed in pleasure. It's hard to believe that he's L, the world's best detective, one of the most powerful people on the planet. Raito lets his gaze stray down the man's body, past his baggy shirt, identical to the one the boy is wearing. He studies the huge erection jutting from its nest of black hair and stroking across the semen-slicked surface of his skin. Wonders what it would be like to touch it, maybe run his fingers over it, see what kind of expression he could make the detective's face assume.
"Raito," L's voice recalls him and he looks up at the man's flushed, panting face.
"Let me unfasten you," L offers, pulling Raito up to sit on the bed, unlocking one handcuff and rapidly unwinding the chain. Without further ado, he grabs the boy's hand and wraps it around his member, holding it there with his own hand, encouraging Raito to move his fingers over it.
"Um, Ryuuzaki," Raito begins, but pauses, not quite sure what he's going to say. He settles for co-operation, gently squeezing his hand around the firm, supple shaft, feeling the smooth skin slide beneath his moving fingers, the stickiness of his own juices coating it. It feels strange to be doing this to someone else, but he consoles himself with the fact that it could be much worse. At least he isn't being ravished by the sex-crazed wild man.
"Hm, Raito," L murmurs and the boy looks up at him through his eyelashes, finds himself pinned in the gaze of obsidian eyes, hot with desire. He brings his other hand to the base of L's length, unasked, gently stroking through the thick, dark mass of hair. L releases him, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Raito's neck, his breath hot on the younger man's face.
Raito lets his head droop onto L's shoulder, his eyes on the man's erection, the way the skin pushes up around the swollen, purplish head as he pumps his hand up the shaft, the drips of precum that are running down it, signifying its arousal and need. He wonders what it would be like to taste it.
A muted gasp escapes his lips at the thought and L responds with a soft moan, nuzzling his head into the side of Raito's neck, his breath rapid, colored with little murmurs and grunts of pleasure.
"Raito," he urges. "Yes, like that, touch me – faster."
The boy obliges, working the supple, silky member harder, varying the pressure of his hand as he strokes the detective off, L groaning a little now his hips moving, pushing himself into the maddening touch of the encircling fingers.
"Close, Raito –" his hands coming up to entwine in auburn hair, pulling gently, twisting the strands around his fingers. "Ahh, Raito, yes, please – haaah!"
Raito grips firmly, his other hand sliding between the writhing young man's legs, rubbing gently over his perineum and L cries out, thrusting forward, his cock jerking in the boy's hand as he comes, covering them both with hot jets of white fluid, his mouth suddenly descending onto Raito's neck, sucking and biting, his whimpers of pleasure muted in the soft flesh.
Raito continues to stroke the detective until the last drops of semen have trailed out over his fingers, then he lets go of the softening member and disentangles himself, lying back on the bed.
L lays down beside him, taking Raito's hand and licking it clean, running his tongue up to tease the boy's wrist, kissing it. He takes the abandoned handcuff and puts it back on himself, then bends over and commences lapping at the mess that covers the boy's torso, licking up the splatters of his and Raito's cum.
Apparently finished, he leans up on one elbow.
"Raito should sleep now," he declares, his eyes fixed on the boy's face.
"Do you want me to do everything you say?" Raito demands.
"That would be nice, Raito-kun, but I don't expect it." L has a look of resignation on his face.
"I'm going to sleep anyway," Raito says, his glare suggesting that the detective shouldn't even consider that he was doing it because he'd been told to. He pulls up the covers around himself and buries his head in the pillow, aware of that relentless gaze still on him. He feels he should think about what's happened, make a plan to deal with any future occurrences of the same nature, but really, he's too tired. He yawns and closes his eyes, opens them again in irritation as L moves closer to him, just close enough to touch.
"I'm not your pillow, Ryuuzaki!"
"Hm? No, Raito, my pillow is not nearly as comfortable as you are."
"What! No - I mean... oh, never mind. Go to sleep."
"But that is exactly what I was doing, before Raito started speaking to me."
"..."