A/N: Hey, guys. Here's another short chapter, just a little over 3,000 words. shrugs Oh well. Before we get this show on the road, I have a few things I would like to apologize for. [ 1) It's been nearly a month since I last updated. My bad. 2) The ever present errors in my work. No one's perfect, and I'm lazy. 3) I almost dropped this story. I was working on chapter four and was hating how it was turning out. I'm simply writing a new chapter four now. Forgive me? Well, I'm in one suck mood, so I'm not going to be all enthusiastic with stuff. I'm just hella stressed right now with the average teenage life. Hopefully, that'll change soon.
Disclaimer: I don't fucking own Death Note. If I did, it wouldn't be a shonen manga/anime because by god no boy would watch/read it. Tsugumi Ohba owns Death Note. Not me. And if I was making money off of this, well, I wouldn't be working at Taco Hell.
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Vacancy
Chapter Three
The Room Is Yours Alone
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L was bored and alone. He hadn't seen Raito in a week and he didn't know why. When he asked Yagami senior he said that the teen had a few important tests coming up and he stayed home to study. As if Raito would truly ever need to study, he was a genius. And with the new discoveries on the Kira case, L wanted to talk to Raito badly. They had confirmed who the second Kira was just a day after the Mega Dome event.
Ut was teen star Misa Amane and he was thrown into a light fit of depression. He was a fan and was already a bit sad after her strange death. His brain began to crank and he concluded that the first Kira discovered who the second Kira was and killed her. It didn't make sense though, Misa was killed before the Aoyama date. L began to research all the ads and shows featuring Misa between the times of the first second Kira broadcast to her death. There wasn't much; a few commercials, two magazine ads, and the show she hosted the night she died.
He found it safe to assume that Kira discovered her on the cooking show. After a series of brilliant mental deductions, that was the only logical possibility. He then pulled up the video and watched it. His eyes were locked on Misa's laughing and smiling figure. What gave her away? She appeared to be just a normal girl. If there was any sign of Kira's power, he couldn't see it in Misa. Maybe if Raito were here . . .
No, L would find it without Raito's help. Damn Raito, why couldn't he just drop by and say hi? He couldn't stop thinking about their last meeting and almost desperately wanted to relive it. All the touches and the kisses . . . L was beginning to swell. Blood was rushing to his groin and his pants were becoming uncomfortable. This was pathetic and L cursed himself for letting thoughts of him and Raito affect him this way. No longer was he focused on the videos before him, now at the moment when Misa mutilated herself. His hand was in his hair as if trying to sort his thoughts. After a moment, he stood up and decided to take a cold shower.
When L reached the bathroom he closed the door, tempted to lock it. He didn't though, and spent a moment leaning against the door. L turned on the shower and began to undress. His eyes seemed to purposely avoid the mirror as he did so. It would be pointless to deny that he didn't like his body, especially after seeing Raito's. Sure, he had only seen the other's bare chest, but when it came to mind he felt a little self-conscious. No one could really blame him, he was only human.
Soon, the detective was completely bare and he stepped into the shower, tensing up as the freezing water bit at his skin. His body began to shake and when he saw that his problem had been resolved, he turned the water off. For a few minutes, L just stood there, head tilted down and hand still on the knob. What if Raito was Kira and this was all just a game? The detective was dangerously close to not caring. Raito had given him the kind of attention he thought he'd never receive. Attention he though about giving a girl during his younger days at Wammy's House. What changed his original intentions? Was he truly desperate enough to turn to someone of the same sex? L hit one of the tiled walls with a fisted hand as an answer came to him.
Yes, yes he was.
He stepped out of the shower and looked at his clothes on the floor. Kicking them aside, he opened a cabinet under the sink and pulled out a towel and robe. Quickly he rubbed the towel against his head and when he felt his hair was dry enough, he clinically dried himself then slipped on the robe. He dared to look at himself in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were dark as ever, he had barely slept all week. About an hour every other day. It wasn't that he didn't was to sleep, he merely couldn't. He remembered the last time he had a good amount of sleep was . . . about a week ago. L flushed. If he remembered correctly (and he, of course, always remembered correctly), he had fallen asleep on the couch with sticky pants and Raito's heavy frame atop of him . When he woke up, Raito was gone.
And L hadn't seen the brunette since. He sighed, picked up his clothes, tossed them into a basket, then walked out. The suite was empty, only him and the walls. Watari was out and about searching for information, the rest of the task force discussing matters of their own at home, and here was L doing nothing. Wasting time. Thinking about Raito. He strolled over to the couch and laid on it, just as he did a week before. His breathing gradually became slower and deeper and his eyes were on the ceiling.
Raito's face invaded his mind, Raito's voice filled his ears, and Raito's touches ghosted along his skin. His fingers along his sides, his lips at this throat, his sex against his. L shivered at the memory and opened his robe. Again, he was swollen. He let a hand slide down his chest, ignoring the feeling of his ribs and continued to run it down until he reached the faintest trace of black curls at his lower abdomen. For a moment, he paused in his movements to think about was he was seriously considering on doing. L began to debate with himself.
Cold showers aren't fun. Besides, doing so will relieve stress and calm me down.
But, I will be doing this to Raito's face . . . to Raito's body. That can only worsen my attraction to him.
I am a man, I have needs.
I am L, the world comes before me. Doing this will waste time. I must find Kira.
Raito has proved to me some rest can do a person good. I found the second Kira fast, it probably would've taken a few more days without his intervention.
Its not my choice. Would the world allow it?
Does the world need to know?
He made up his mind and the hand kept going. Slowly, almost delicately, he let his fingers wrap around his sex. His face was flushed badly as he began to move his hand up and down. L tightened his grip when he felt that he wanted more and increased the pace. Deep breaths became short pants and pursed, embarrassed lips opened and allowed a few grunts to escape. Images of Raito assaulted his senses. The grunts evolved into moans and everything but the sound of his own breathing feel deaf on his ears. The pace of his pumping hand increased ever more. It felt so good and as he thrust up into his hand he didn't hear the knock on the door.
It was Raito. He purposely avoided L, curious as to how the detective would react to being deprived of sexual attention after that night together. He imagined L would act unaffected then attack him, this thought made him smirk. His excuse for stopping by was for an update on the Kira case; his father hadn't told him anything, afraid it would distract him from his studies. Like he, the god of the new world he was creating, would ever need to study.
He knocked again and called to L with his alias, Ryuzaki. Still, nothing. Raito put his ear to the door and although it was faint, he could hear it. The sound of L moaning. The smirk on his face turned into an almost evil grin. Today was almost a break day for the task force, they weren't supposed to meet L today. Surely the detective had sent Watari away as well, so that meant he was all alone. L was not the type to call in some cheap whore to please him, there was no doubt in Raito's mind that L was touching himself. He listened more and he heard his name. Raito had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. Maybe he overdid it on his last visit if L was resorting to doing such, but that didn't really matter.
Raito checked the door. Unlocked. It made sense, L wasn't expecting anyone but the other was paranoid and Raito did expect a lock. Slowly he turned the knob, pausing as the gears in the door clicked, then opened it enough to look inside. He couldn't see much, but he did find the black mess known as L's hair peaking up over the arm of the couch. This was too good, L hadn't noticed him yet. He had to embarrass him, he had to just for the sadistic satisfaction he'd feel. Forcing his smirk away, he opened the door fully, walked in and closed the door behind him, loud enough for L to hear. Now, he could finally see the detective.
"Lawliet, what are you doing?"
He almost doubled over in laughter as L's red face became even redder. It was hard, but he held it in.
"Nothing, Raito-kun," and L closed his robe. Not looking at the student, he continued. "What are you doing here?"
"Dad won't tell me anything about the case because of my studies."
"He should know you can handle it."
"Were you masturbating?" Raito didn't grin, but he felt it shine through in his eyes.
The laughter felt like it was choking his lungs as L tried to explain himself. "It is something everyone does, Raito-kun. I am only human. I'm sure you've done it a few times.
No, L. I found a girl and had sex instead. Gods don't need to turn to themselves. But he lied to show a sense of understanding.
"Yeah, but I've never been walked in on. And I didn't expected that you would." He pulled at the neck of his turtle neck sweater, giving a sign of nervous awkwardness although he was fully confident.
When L didn't respond, Raito spoke again.
"Did you get off?"
"No. You came in before I could."
He almost couldn't believe they were talking about this. Or what he was about to suggest. Raito had given to much to keep this act going. Their last meeting resulted with a few long showers and annoyance as he pulled a few black strands off his clothes. As he approached L, his hands fisted safely from L's view. He hated this man, hated him so much it made him pull his hair at night. So much all he could dream about was writing the detective's name over and over again in the Death Note. He could kill the bastard now, there was a piece of the Death Note in his watch along with a piece of lead. He would watch L shake and writhe as his heart stopped, cursing Raito with his last words. He would kill him and he would enjoy it.
But he couldn't for only he knew L's name.
"Want me to help you?" The disgust was boiling under his skin, yet his tone proved otherwise.
"Why would you do that?"
Raito moved closer and got on the couch. He was on top of L and he remembered last week. He grinned lustfully, although that was far from what he was feeling. For the new world, he assured himself. For being the god of that new world. His hands worked at L's, relaxing their grip on the robe then opening it.
"Because I'm your friend, remember?"
It was his first time handling someone's sex, but Raito was sure L would never guess. Raito's hand took the place of which L's were moments before, tightened his grasp, then let go. L sighed at the loss of contact but the brunette ignored it. He looked about and found a bottle of chocolate syrup on the dessert table not far from him. Without getting off L, he reached and grabbed it, then opened it. Raito was a clean person, he really wanted to role up his sleeves before pouring the chocolate on his hand but he couldn't. It was important that he appeared lustful and desperate to L, caring about his clothes didn't seem desperate enough. He winced internally as he poured the chocolate on his and it caught his sleeve and a droplet fell onto his jeans. His clothes were stained.
Something that could have been a shocked moan came out of L's mouth, he surely realized that Raito was using chocolate. He continued to grope L, spreading the chocolate on his hand onto the detective's sex. More sounds came out of L's mouth and they were starting to affect Raito. It was strange, these noises were becoming arousing and the student couldn't figure out why. This was L fueling his hardening desire, making him want sex. Would L let Raito fuck him? Bend him over the armrest of the couch and have his way. Should he dare ask?
He considered it. Having L under him in total submission was . . . sexy. The more he thought about it, the more he had an internal change of heart. Of course, the disgust he was feeling was still there as his fingers ran along the base of L's sex, but not as bad. He still hated L but he would make the bastard call his name as he came. He would make L love him and force L to belong to him. He would have L become his ever-convenient piece of ass and fuck his throat. And when the detective was all used up, just an empty lust fueled shell, he would kill him. He would kill him. L would die. Raito would be, and is, God.
Lost in his thoughts, Raito didn't realize his pumping hand moving awfully fast along L's sex. The detective had begun to twitch and almost writhe beneath him. He brought his face close to L's and kissed him, tongue entering and dominating the other's mouth. A moan hit his lips and Raito was feeling pleased with himself. L was loving what he was doing to him, all according to plan.
All according to plan.
There was a sharp pull in his shirt, courtesy of L, as the detective broke the kiss and convulsed.
"Raito-kun," he muttered softly, then came.
Raito almost worshiped his acting genius. Disgust. Disgust. Disgust! A week ago, they reached purchase in their pants. Today, Raito had L's seed on his hand and sleeve. It was so gross, so fucking gross as he pulled his hand away and looked at his chocolate and semen covered palm. So sickening as he brought his hand to his lips and licked the white substance. Tempted to spit it out as he licked all of it away, L's shocked eyes watching him. Raito had an anthem that played over and over again in his head like a broken record.
Anything to be God. Anything to be God. Anything to be God. Anything to be God. Anything to be God.
"Raito, why would you . . ." L couldn't finish, thoroughly surprised by the teen. He clinically cleaned his sex with the robe. "What are you playing at?"
L didn't receive any change in expression from Raito. He wanted a reaction, desperately needed a reaction. He continued his attempts to provoke one.
"Never in your right mind would you do that. You're Kira. This is some crazy scheme you've though up in attempt to kill me.
Silence. L hated it.
"Just say you're Kira! I know you are. I don't know how you killed Misa Amane but you discovered and murdered her." L's voice rose and was confused by Raito's truly unknowing expression.
"What are you talking about?"
Even the question seemed sincere. L wouldn't fall for Raito's fake innocence.
"You somehow discovered she was the second Kira and killed her." He was beginning to shake.
"What are you basing your accusations on?"
"Raito Yagami would never in his life do what you just did. You are under the influence of Kira's terrible power." L brought his legs that were under Raito close and had his knees to his chest.
Raito smiled warmly at him. It made L feel even more uneasy. The teen parted L's knees and moved between them, his face close enough to kiss. L gulped.
"Kira this, Kira that. You're having such a hard time accepting that I want you. Why can't I love you?" Raito touched noses with L but the detective pulled back.
"Because you don't."
"Lawliet, why won't you believe I love you?"
"Because you can't."
"How can I prove to you that I love you?"
"If you truly love me, it will soon become evident." L bit at his thumb. "I think we've had this conversation before, but instead of discussing love it was Kira. Raito, please leave."
The teen got up and stood next to the couch, looking down at L. There was a hurt expression on his face which confused L.
"Lawliet, could you stand up for me?"
He did, standing to Raito's side. The teen's hands were on his shoulders and he turned to face him. Raito's eyes stared into L's and the detective couldn't move. Frozen to the spot by the other's piercing gaze. He saw Raito take a deep breath and avert his eyes for a moment before returning them.
"I love you."
The words sent chills down his spine and L suddenly felt empty yet heavy inside. It was strange, the feeling was so close to fear. Was it fear? If so, what was he afraid of? Of Raito? Why? Why were his insides screaming so desperately to get away from this boy? To run, drop the Kira case, and hit the road? His mind went blank when Raito wrapped his arms around him and held him close. His chest was flat against Raito's and he felt the slight hardness of his sex. From earlier, L imagined. Awkwardly, L's arms hung limp at his sides as Raito held him. He wanted to run but stay at the same time. Raito had his face in the raven's neck and didn't move.
Fingers ran though black hair. A nose nuzzled a neck, followed with a simple, chaste brush of lips. Words that mean nothing were spoke over and over again.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
L couldn't reply, onyx eyes wide and staring at the far side of the room over Raito's shoulder. He was being used, he was being . . .
I love you.
. . . manipulated. His heart strings were being played with. His body and mind were being . . .
I love you.
. . . taken advantage of since no one had ever loved him. Raito was the cruelest of the cruel, he was . . .
I love you.
. . . in love with him. L raised his arms and wrapped them around Raito's stomach.
This is what Raito wanted. The teen broke L. He nuzzled the other's neck with his nose again and smirked evilly. L's once vacant heart was no full of the god of the new world. Full of Kira, the one who would kill him. Raito, the seemingly flawless student with a secret double life, had prevailed. He, in his mind, had won. All in a little over a week. L was so simple, so easy to control. His arms constricted more about L."
"Oh god, Lawliet, I love you."
Raito Yagami was most definitely not wearing the face one should when saying such words.
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A/N: OOC, I know. shrugs again I can't just make people grow emotions for someone without changing them. And yes, I know things are going at a fast pace, but I'm not one for boring scenes. I constantly need action, be it drama, sex, or violence. That's just how I am. I'm sure you guys aren't complaining. Hell, half the fics I read are only for the sex. I rarely actually get attached to a story. Bad, I know, but eh. Well, at least they haven't had sex yet, right? Although they are getting damn close. If everything goes as I plan, sex will be in . . . hmm, well, not chapter four. Maybe five, but I doubt it. They just get to do a lot of foreplay stuffies.
ONE LAST THING!!! I FEAR THAT THIS IS BECOMING ONLY A PWP (PORN WITHOUT PLOT) AND THIS SADDENS ME. EVERY TIME I TRY TO ADD PLOT, I GET DISTRACTED AND THEY END UP DOING SOMETHING ELSE. IF YOU LIKE PLOT IN YOUR STORIES, I'M SORRY. I'M TOO SEX CRAZY TO GET ANYTHING THAT HAS A POINT DONE. I'M VERY SORRY, I ORIGINALLY INTENDED THIS TO HAVE A PLOT, BUT THINGS DIDN'T GO AS PLANNED.
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