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Part Four

Some time late the next night, L was sitting in his chair in front of his computer. The brightly illuminated screen provided the only light in the room.

Making progress on the Kira case was slow going. The manner in which the murders were committed by simply knowing a name and a face, without the killer even being present... It was almost supernatural. Any culprit with other-worldy powers would certainly be hard to bring to justice. So he was back to abstract thinking...

All of his clues and instincts led back to Light. If he truly was Kira, the young man's intellect and evasive skills were making this the most difficult case of L's career.

Nevertheless L was more than up for the challenge. He sipped on his third cup of coffee, toes wiggling against each other.

The Shinigami theory was bizarre, yet there were mentions of them in the suicide notes of a few inmate victims and in the second Kira's video tapes. Somehow the idea stuck out in L's mind. It wouldn't be the first time in his career that a myth was proven to be true, or at least partially accurate...

There was a soft, tentative knock on the door. L knew exactly who was there the moment he heard high heels clicking on the marble tiled floor of the hallway.

L saw Misa standing in the threshold of the room and had the urge to slam the door in her pretty little face, but allowed the blonde girl into his office. Although she was still looked quite distraught...

"Misa the tease," he murmured softly.

She scoffed. "Well hello to you too."

Ryuzaki stood hunched over, watching Misa unblinkingly. He peeked endearingly through the strands of messy black hair that fell into his eyes. "I'm in no mood for games, Misa-san. I have a case to crack."

"I know. But don't you even want to know why I'm here?" replied Misa. She looked beautiful, the light from the computer casting perfect shadows across her stunning facial features. The detective nodded his head once.

The second Misa's lips brushed against Ryuzaki's, shocks of anxiety and excitement surged through her body. Resting one hand on the back of his head as her fingers entangled themselves in his soft, messy, hair, Misa kissed Ryuzaki like she meant it.

L really didn't enjoy being played. But there must have been something Misa wanted if she kept coming onto him like that... Was it possible that she felt the same overwhelming lust as he did?

Things between L and Misa quickly escalated to right where they had been the previous day. The blonde's hands were roaming all over Ryuzaki's upper body, sliding underneath his shirt while she locked lips with him. Misa paused to yank the white shirt over Ryuzaki's head.

L smirked playfully and pulled Misa's face towards his, kissing the girl roughly. His tongue forced its way into back her mouth and he flipped their bodies and pinned her down to the couch.

Misa clung to Ryuzaki's upper body and let all of her being become engulfed in the intensity of their kiss.

Craving skin-to-skin contact, but also wanting to keep their pace slow enough to court Misa into bed and make the most of the night, Ryuzaki's nimble fingers began working to unlace the front of the blonde's halter top. His left hand reached inside of her bra, fingertips rubbing against Misa's hardening nipple. She bit down on Ryuzaki's lower lip to suppress her body's strong reaction to his intimate touch.

"R-Ryuzaki," Misa moaned softly into his mouth. L continued to rub and pinch her nipple in a most arousing way while moving his free hand to her other breast. Misa was so gorgeous and vulnerable, he could feel her perfect body writhing with pleasure beneath his own and hear her soft panting.

The blonde's fingers fumbled with top button of L's jeans.

"Not here," mumbled Ryuzaki into Misa's mouth. She gazed up at him with eyes that were dark with wanting.

"Wha... Where?"

"Bedroom. Mine or yours?"

"..."

Misa faltered.

"I'm just wondering if this is wrong somehow..."

"Close your eyes," murmured Ryuzaki, lips barely moving as he spoke. He leaned in close enough that his nose rubbed against the blonde's. Misa obeyed and let her honey colored eyes slide shut.

With a rustle of fabric, Ryuzaki pressed his body tightly against Misa's so that she was completely pinned down to the couch, holding her wrists above her head. Their closeness made the blonde both aroused and oddly secure.

"I'm quite comfortable here, Miss Amane. If it still feels wrong for you then you'll have to wrestle your way out of this one."

Misa's lips crashed onto L's and she arched her back against his body to create friction. She wiggled as much as her confinement would allow, silently begging to be touched.

Ryuzaki broke off their heated kiss and placed his mouth over one of the blonde's partially exposed breasts, nudging her bra away so that Misa's nipple was between his teeth.

Her body tingled with pleasure as Ryuzaki sucked gently on her nipple. One of his hands reached under her skirt, nimble fingers running over the crotch of her underwear. Hearing Misa moan softly, L rubbed faster while simultaneously taking more of Misa's breast into his mouth.

Misa knew that herself and Ryuzaki had started something that they simply had to finish.

Misa pulled Ryuzaki's mouth back to hers, locking their lips in a urgent, lustful kiss. "Let's go."

The two ran carelessly through the halls of the Kira Investigation headquarters. Misa pinned down Ryuzaki and kissed him despite his weak protests, sending the pair crashing into walls.

"Lucky nobody is around, this must be quite a sight," murmured L. He reached a hand around Misa's backside to grab her cute, firm butt, eliciting a small squeal from the blonde.

As Misa kissed Ryuzaki up the stairs, their hair and remaining clothing became more disheveled by the minute. The two were fully absorbed in their flirty antics, but L had been leading Misa to his bedroom the entire time.

L lifted Misa into his arms as pair entered his suite. Her legs wrapped around his narrow waist.

"What was that for?" giggled Misa. Ryuzaki shifted her weight onto one arm double-locked the door.

L glanced at Misa, their gazes locking for a brief moment. "No real reason," he murmured offhandedly.

The blonde wrapped her arms around Ryuzaki's neck and whispered into his ear "Well, it's romantic! And so very unlike you."

L reached his hand under Misa's skirt and gave her butt another small squeeze before he dropped the giggling girl onto his bed.

Ryuzaki's room was decorated in a minimalist style, it was much plainer looking than Misa's, with bolder, darker colors. But the petite blonde paid no mind to the decor as Ryuzaki climbed on top of her. He trailed hot kisses down her neck to her collarbone in a tantalizingly slow manner, teeth nibbling on her exposed flesh in a way that made Misa's toes curl.

Using his mouth, Ryuzaki continued to unsnap the clasps running down the front of Misa's corset-style halter top. He slid the shirt off of her small frame, tossing it across the room before moving to the hooks of her bra.

L allowed Misa to flip on top, straddling his hips half-naked. "You're gorgeous," he murmured, wide eyes taking in the glorious sight of her soft, peachy skin and perky breasts. Ryuzaki's fingers tugged at the hem of Misa's thigh-high tights. No wonder this girl was a model, she looked flawless. Although he hadn't meant to compliment her in such a way, the words rolled off his tongue and slipped between his teeth instinctually.

"Thank you," Misa replied in an unsteady voice. Her heart fluttered in her chest. No matter how many times adoring fans and tabloids had praised Misa's beauty, hearing it escape from the lips of a cute man who simply couldn't tear his gaze away made the blonde swell with happiness.

Smiling, Misa leaned over to kiss Ryuzaki. She pressed her body flat against his and the dark-haired man groaned softly.

Their remaining clothes seemed to melt away. Misa, now completely naked, gasped as Ryuzaki slid two fingers up inside of her. She tried to fight the swell of pleasure building up in her lower abdomen. The quick, experienced movements of his fingers were overwhelming.

"I need you," Misa gasped, hands clutching onto his abdomen. Hearing the blonde beg for him that much more satisfying for L.

Misa slid off Ryuzaki's jeans and pushed them off of the bed. His length was pushing up the fabric of his black checker print boxers. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, she leaned forward to trail kisses up his thigh. Misa placed her lips on the tip of L's erection, using her mouth to move the fabric until he was completely exposed.

The blonde's eyes widened. It looked huge.

"Well, I'm only one-quarter Japanese," remarked Ryuzaki quietly after seeing Misa's expression. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled her into a close embrace, his length sliding between her thighs.

"How will that fit inside of me?" murmured Misa. She closed her eyes as Ryuzaki kissed her passionately. His fingers weaved themselves into Misa's messy, soft locks of blonde hair and his lips moved slowly and intimately against hers.

Breaking off the kiss, he reached into the top drawer of his nightstand. Ryuzaki rummaged around for a few moments before withdrawing a green, square shaped wrapper.

Misa watched with wide eyes as Ryuzaki slid a condom over his long, hard length.

"Oh Misa-san, so naive," murmured L. He leaned forward and caught her lips in another kiss. Misa smiled apprehensively, clenching her thighs tight on Ryuzaki's slender waist as he positioned himself between her legs. "Don't be nervous," he murmured, smirking.

L seldom smirked, and a faint smile touched Misa's lips at the mere thought of it

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