Note: I'm really sorry for the loooong time it took me to update! I had this chapter written for so long, but I kept forgetting to update – I was busy with my school work and it completely flew out of my mind! I'll try to be more consistent at least until I finish this story! Sorry again.
Chapter 3 (continued)
Raito's POV
A part of me knew it was just a dream. And I knew I had had it several times before, yet as I struggled with the chains that clenched my wrists above my head everything felt so real. I quickly forgot I was dreaming. The metal was cold and severe against my heated skin, and I felt my sweaty wrists slip up and down abruptly as I tried to stand, but could only reach the floor on my tiptoes. I hang dressed in my favorite brown suite, wearing my red tie of choice. I felt anxious and slightly excited despite the discomfort, because I could almost remember what was next.
I saw Ryuuzaki approaching me and my heart was about to burst in fear, anger and humiliation. He was the one who had tied me up like that, rendered me helpless, deprived me of my pride and out-bested me. I desperately wanted revenge but I was powerless at his mercy.
I wasn't surprised when he stood in front of me, leisurely scrutinizing me like a trophy. I sneered at him and struggled against my chains trying to break free and attack him. It was impossible. Kicking him was equally unfeasible – the way I barely touched the ground, it was going to hurt me to pounce and then experience the tightening of the handcuffs on my wrists. My last defense was to glare at him while he scanned every inch of my body. Slowly he traced the line of my neck and the curves of my collar-bones. I noticed his eyes lingering and I could tell he liked what he was seeing. I saw his lips part barely, emitting a soft gasp of admiration. He lifted one hand but hesitated. His eyes met mine again.
I found myself holding my breath. I tried to inhale, but I couldn't. He hesitatingly brought his long fingers to touch the exposed skin of my neck. My breathing became heavy. His fingers traced a line up my neck to my jaw and back down to my collar. Unwanted pleasure rippled over my system and I closed my eyes, trying to deny what I was feeling. I wasn't supposed to like it, I wasn't supposed to shiver and heave for breath. I felt sweat beginning to form on my temples, under my hair.
He noticed my reaction and a small dark smile quirked his lips. I sneered but even to me it sounded weak and forced – like an insincere excuse. I couldn't stand the intensity of his opaque black eyes anymore and I twisted my neck as far as possible to look away. I felt his fingers slip up my neck once again and I shivered. Somehow I knew he was still smiling, even though I couldn't see him. I felt the tips of five fingers press on my stomach, digging through the fabric of my jacket and the shirt into my flesh. I tried to swing and knee him, but he easily deflected the thrust with his other hand, sending me painfully swinging back. I moaned as the handcuffs ripped at my skin but to my surprise he grabbed me by the belt and stilled me back. I held back the sigh of relief, because I hated him. I realized his hand was still gripping my belt. I looked down at him and saw him looking up in my eyes intently. I felt thrills run down my body and heat accumulate in my lower abdominal. I gasped and then bit my lips to keep my breath in check. It was impossible to glare at Ryuuzaki anymore.
I was blushing heavily, my body refusing to be still when his hand was so close to my sex. I knew I was giving away my arousal, chocking on my desire. And he just stared at me impassively, as if I was a specimen whom he was studying for the purpose of understanding the meanings of passion and desire. I tried to regain control.
His lips parted and he straightened up to bring himself closer to my face. He looked at me closely and I averted by eyes. He kissed me tentatively at first, gently tasting my lips and holding his breath. I shivered and my heart was pounding in my ears. For a split second I felt as if the universe was about to crumble form the sheer force of the impact. I found myself responding to him and quickly the kiss grew urgent and needy. He broke our lips contact and kissed forcefully just underneath my jaw, making me gasp in overstimulation.
I wanted it – I wanted him to touch my skin, to undress me and to take me, but my pride was against it. A portion of me screamed in disagreement, reminding me, that I wasn't going to submit or be defeated.
His fingers eagerly untied my tie, pulling it off and shaking my entire frame with it. The handcuffs cut my wrists, I groaned and the sound probably thrilled him, because he didn't stop even for a second before undoing the buttons of my shirt. His hands slid over my exposed chest. I breathed heavily and he watched my chest rise and fall.
And I had never felt so excited in my life as when his lips began teasing my nipples, one after the other. His fingers pinched the sensitive flesh, rubbing and scraping, just enough to hurt a little bit, but without causing any damage. I could feel sweat trail down from behind my ear to my shoulders. My arousal began to throb when his tongue swirled around one of my nipples. I clenched my teeth, trying not to moan. I couldn't catch my breath. Ryuuzaki's hands explored my back underneath my unbuttoned shirt. I felt his index fingers trail alongside my spine to my belt and hook around it. With his arms around me there was considerably less space between our bodies and I squirmed anxiously. His mouth was kissing my neck and I felt him decisively tighten his hold on me, pressing his chest to my bare skin. My skin was so overly-stimulated that the fabric of the sweater seemed to scratch me. I tilted my head up, my eyes tightly shut. His thumbs were hooked underneath my belt, touching where I knew they were never supposed to. He rocked my entire swinging frame with his eager pulling. I moaned, my wrists felt as if they were beginning to bleed from the unforgiving handcuffs that held me up.
His mouth disconnected with my shoulder and I felt him descending to my lower abdominal. He pulled the shirt out of my pants completely. I felt his tongue flickered teasingly inside my navel. I almost chocked and my muscles tensed to their fullest extend as Ryuuzaki continued to tease my navel with his tongue, inserting it in and pulling it out quickly, driving me insane. I could only trash about and groan in frustration. In my mind his actions translated to a promise for something much more serious and I hated myself for anticipating it with so much.
I felt his hands unbutton my pants and I involuntarily repeated 'yes, yes, yes'. My face was burning with embracement but I needed him to do it. He pulled my pants and undergarments down and cold air met my erection. I felt my lips quiver in a strangled smile of guilty satisfaction. I couldn't prevent myself from stealing a glance down at him. I saw him kneeling in front of me, looking straight up into my eyes. When I met his inky black ones I felt my breath catch and I couldn't look anymore. My whole world shook when his mouth enveloped me. I clenched my teeth feeling my skin craw in need. His tongue swirled over my erection deliciously and he sucked me. I gasped loudly and tried to say something to encourage him, but ended up emitting a strangled scream from excitement. I moaned as my world shook violently. In fact so violently that it couldn't be ignored anymore.
My eyes had been so tightly shut that I felt tears stream on the sides of my face when I abruptly opened them to see what was shaking me like that.
And then I realized that I was on the bed, and it had all been a dream. I was to remember it this time. But as the haze unfolded I made out Ryuuzaki, right over my body, shaking me awake in the darkness of our bedroom. I was covered in sweat, the sheets tightly wrapped around me.
I felt terrified, not only because of waking up like that, but also because of my dream. I was almost disgusted with myself for a moment, but I immediately blamed it all on him. I was very frustrated, both because of this and because of my imminent arousal, so I grabbed the detective, who was still hovering above me and pushed him on the bed, climbing on him.
"Raito-kun!" he sounded surprised and his knees immediately shot up to defend him.
I forced them opened and grabbed his wrists, pressing them on both sides of his head. He squirmed backwards until his back was against the bed's backboard. In my frustration I pulled him forward just to smash him back against the wall. He reached and grabbed me by the hair, pulling painfully. We began fighting bitterly, eventually falling on the floor and rolling around.
I managed to pin him down on his stomach. I held his wrists together behind his back and pressed my knee over his waist. He struggled, but I had him immobilized. I felt triumphant, but the light-headedness of my dream had washed away. I realized that I had almost done something really stupid.
I got off Ryuuzaki, still catching my breath.
"I… you startled me," I said, to justify my sudden act of violence.
Ryuuzaki slowly pushed himself to sit on the ground and looked at me with cold, narrow eyes. I could smell the suspicion radiating from him.
"Yagami-kun tried to kill me?"
"No, it's not that! I just got scared," I opened my eyes widely to demonstrate my innocence.
Ryuuzaki stood up, looking at me very much as if he was about to call somebody in to confine me and bring me down to the detention room. Or maybe even announce to the world that he, without doubt, has caught Kira.
"You shouldn't ever wake up a dreaming person, you know?" I said calmly, despite my anxiety.
"I wonder if there is a connection between Kira-kun's sexuality and his desire to kill…", his eyes wondered off of me in deep though and he bit his index finger.
"Ryuuzaki!!!"
"It would make sense, if I am to consider Fraud's theories… Perhaps I could even derive a legitimate piece of evidence against Yagami-kun if I take into consideration his increasingly vivid sexual dream and relate it to the lack of criminal activity…"
"Criminal activity?! Ryuuzaki, you can't make me Kira, just because I have hormones!" I tried to defend myself. It was ridiculous. "Come on, you said that you have feelings too, remember? If we follow your theory, you could be Kira too!"
He looked up and fixed me in his gaze. I wondered if it had been a good idea to remind him of that "accident" in that moment.
"I don't believe I have ever experienced any emotion of the magnitude of which Yagami-kun has been displaying in the past few nights," he said.
I was desperate to be let off the hook, so I said something, that I knew would have certain consequences. It was the lesser evil, I told myself.
"It is because you haven't ever experienced what I have, in terms of physical pleasure… or am I wrong?" my eyes were on the wall as I spoke and I ran a hand through my hair.
It sounded terribly suggestive, and I wasn't sure if I liked that or not. My dream was still in my head. It could easily become reality, I was thinking. After having experienced it in my head, it was much easier to do it in real life. I was in the mood. I kind of wanted it…
"Perhaps you are right," he sighed. He looked down at the floor and I stared at him. I wondered what he was going to do about it, but suddenly I realized that it didn't even occur to him to do something. "Yagami-kun might be right that I am too quick to jump to conclusions this time. I will make sure I research my point before I accuse him further. For now we should continue with our resting routine, so Yagami-san does not worry about his son's sleep deprivation."
I wanted to scream 'Is that it?'. I couldn't believe that he missed the hint… not that it was supposed to be a hint and… I hadn't wanted it to be a hint! I thought that should have felt lucky that he had left me off the hook. I followed him back to the bed and watched him as he took his laptop and began his research on theories about sexuality and violence.
'Wonderful' I thought to myself as I turned around and tried to sleep again. 'Just wonderful'
TBA
