Note: It's L x Raito. You have been warned.
Chapter 7
"I need you..." L breathes out, barely able to form coherent vowels with his tongue and lips. "...need you to get the key for me."
Raito blinks twice, taken aback by L's contradictory reactions. His words don't match with his body language. Wasn't L trying darn hard to put him through all those tests and tricks? To fuck his mind? The signs were and still are there in plain view. Now L is playing coy? What the hell?
L may be losing control of his body, but certainly not his mind. There is a spark of clarity shining through the intoxicated mush that is his brain. He understands exactly what is going on. He consumed the alcoholic drink to drench Raito's curiosity. Raito would be making fruitless efforts if L doesn't stop him now. He has learned that he cannot ejaculate when he is drunk, though alcohol does make him exceptionally amorous. Kira or not, I want Raito. I need to be inside of him. But not now.
Tiny thrills of pleasure travel from his pulsating flesh to deep within his being. Curling up is his favorite position when he masturbates. The fact that Raito's palm is inside his jeans pocket going at his crotch is now one new chapter at his book of erotic fantasies. Raito's fingers have moved.
L has boxers on and that leaves plenty of space for further maneuvering. Those fingers have sought out the leg opening and have settled on the real object itself, pulling it through. Through the thin cottony fabric of the jeans pocket, Raito's fingers have encircled his length and a fingertip has caught the underside of the ridge of his sensitive head. One simple innocent (is it though?) flick sends L over the edge. It is impossible! L is amazed at the level that Raito can excite him so. The temperature is definitely rising in his cheeks, on top of his drunkenness.
Raito continues to massage at him. It doesn't make sense. Why am I still erect? L feels another pleasant storm building up. Ah, a dry orgasm? He has never had one of these before. Another hurricane hits him, leaves him with an arched back and trembling thighs. I can get addicted to this if I'm not careful.
The spidery wisps of pleasure suddenly turn into slivers of pain. His erection is holding for far too long. It loses its ferocity and goes down. Raito is mystified once again. He has sensed the differing states L went through and they should be similar to his own. How different can the male anatomy be from person to person? The point is L hasn't ejaculated. Raito would've felt it through the jeans pocket. Nothing happened. Zilch. Unless L has been practicing Tantric sex, or something similar, it feels like a failure on Ratio's part.
"Yagami-kun, you were not listening to me." L whispers in his hoarsely slurred voice. "I've specifically asked for the key. Not a jerk off."
Raito's blush is a match to L's. With his shaky (jerk off) hand, he takes out the key, untangles the sweatshirt and unlocks the cuff. L is now free to get stark naked if he wants. Raito may as well unlock his own cuff too since it defeats the purpose if one person is chained and the other is not.
Raito cannot make L come. It is an undeniable fact. Even in that 'dream', L was able to elicit the ultimate physical response from him, however awkward the situation was. This bruise to his ego has diminished his libido somewhat. His pulse gradually returns to normal as he falls into a dreamless slumber.
At dawn, Raito feels his pajama top getting eased away gently from his torso. He wakes up with a raging erection, as is often the case these days. He is still lethargic from sleep and he believes that's the only reason he allows those hands to roam free.
A warm and wet flick at Raito's left nipple sets off a current to give him a firmer erection. Lips have placed small kisses around his nipple. The tip of a tongue is toying with it until it is hard. The association between nipple and groin is strong. His arousal is left alone, yet there is a caressing sensation at his hardness whenever his nipple is attended to.
Fingers have tweaked at his other nipple. It gets erect instantly. Both nipples receiving either hand or mouth stimulation set off Raito to thrust his hips upwards, helplessly lost in wanton delights. His pajama bottoms have been stretching over his stiff head with a darker spot soaked with clear precum. The soft yet slightly coarse cotton helps to caress the lubricated spot. Raito rotates his hips to rub against the fabric, pushing himself a level higher.
He can smell L's sweet sweet breath. His nipple is thoroughly loved with gentle sucking from lips and tiny nips with teeth. His other one is also having a splendid time receiving pleasure from L's fingers. His hands clench and unclench at the sheets. Frantic movements from his hips merge the sensations together to form an ecstatic formula. He gives a breathless groan as the answer comes out.
This is a new experience for Raito. He always thought nipple play is suitable for females only. Realizing he has shut his eyes in the process, he opens them to gaze contentedly at his pleasure giver. Dark eyes that are very much alert have focused on him. The alcohol has clearly passed through L's system.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Raito has to wonder.
L gives him an indirect feedback. He pinches at the sticky fabric at his crotch and rubs it in.
"Please stop that. It's not funny." That earns a chuckle from L.
Raito has an absolute need to discard the bottoms. The cold stickiness is causing much discomfort. He does so and wipes himself clean with the rest of the garment. That leaves him gloriously naked. Fuck..I'm in bed naked with another man. Not just any man. It's L! I'd be doubly damned if he's naked too.
Raito shifts restlessly and his thigh connects with something warm and hard, as his other shin comes in contact with one of L's legs. Indeed, he is doubly damned. He curses inwardly.
Raito is at a dilemma. Never before had school or social life prepared him for this lesson. Being number one academically evidently means nothing in dealing with other aspects of life. What should I do?
He swipes at his forehead, made sweaty with desire moments before, with the back of his hand. His hand drops between the pillows. It lands on a plastic package. Again?
"I had meant to ask you about this. I thought you would put Misa through some questioning?"
"Ah, I thought Raito-kun would like to keep it. You seemed rather...fond of a particular piece of item the other night. It would be odd to return an incomplete package."
"Hold on. YOU were the one obsessive over... Wait! That was NOT a dream?"
Raito is flabbergasted. The simple implication speaks volumes of his shameless fascination on this deviant method of gaining sexual pleasures. His lips form a small 'oh', upon which L imprints his own lips. That wasn't a dream; this isn't a dream either.
Faint rays of sunlight from sunrise shine in through the gaps between the flowing curtains. Raito can make out L taking the package and extracting the contents unceremoniously. He picks up the stockings. The missing one has returned. He ignores the slip by nudging it aside. Raito's manhood springs to life once again. Being young has certain advantages.
The room is shrouded mostly in shadows but he isn't as surprised by the familiar feeling of a silky sheath enveloping his erection as the fact that L is pulling the same mischief on him twice.
Fingers have molded the toe seam against the swelled up head and smoothes the rest along his length. A wrinkled bunch of extra material naturally gathers at the base. L wraps the spare fabric at his sack. Raito loves the silken sensation. As his hardened flesh grows in circumference, the soft tube gloves him better. L continues to fondle at the velvety length.
Raito grits his teeth with each quivering breath. How can this be so arousing? This is not right! But then who determines right from wrong? He decides to take matters into his own hands and does the same to L. A sharp intake of breath from L pleases Raito. L shudders from the efforts of holding back the tidal wave. Raito has turned the table. Maybe. Maybe not.
Raito catches L's outline stretching an arm towards the tea table. Caught in the throes of delicious sensations, he doesn't care if he is stretching out a third arm. He receives a minor shock when his legs are spread apart. He is especially astonished when something cold and greasy is slathered at his butt hole. He tenses, releases his grip on L and actually loses a fraction of his erection when a finger slides in.
"Please relax, Raito-kun." L instructs with strained patience while continuing to stroke at his stocking gloved arousal. "This will be enjoyable for you."
The finger presses deeper, almost grazing at a gland behind the membrane. It is known to be highly pleasurable for the male, if stimulated correctly. Raito has only began to adjust to the pressure when a second finger enters, bringing in more of the greasy substance. His forcefully widened rectum causes him much discomfort. His erection continues to shrink. L corrects the problem with fellatio.
He takes in Raito's half erect manhood, stocking and all, and envelopes it entirely into his mouth. L lets his saliva soak through the material before he proceeds. Soon, Raito writhes in bliss, becoming rather energetic. That is the moment for the third finger to penetrate. L continues the oral stimulation.
Gradually, L's hand has replaced his mouth. The sudden release of the three fingers gives Raito a throbbing rush, similar to the sensation of a dentist finishing the violation with a patient's teeth and gums. More slippery substance is smeared at him before Raito feels a splitting pain between his legs.
"Nhhh...so tight. Yagami-kun is so tight." L slides in with much resistance. "Ahh..."
Tears sting Raito's eyes but he stings much worse down there. He is in pain. Inside. Everywhere. He refuses to show weakness though. After all, he is the instigator of this train of events. L is completely immersed in his own pleasure and appears to have forgotten about Raito. Feeling bitter, he digs his fingernails deeply into L's back. Crescent cuts draw blood.
L ceases movement. A tinge of guilt strikes him. He lowers his lips to lap at a nipple. His left hand returns to Raito's gloved manhood. The moist and slippery material persuades his love flesh to stiffen in excitement once again. Soon the pain is overcome by pleasure. His hardness is stroked at in rhythm with every thrust from L. His nipple receives continuous loving. His...his inside... Is that a G spot?
L has quickened his pace. His silent gasps become heavier. L's thumb grazes at the silky head to simulate a tongue in action. If L weren't inside, I would've exploded a long time ago. Raito wants this to be over with and he concentrates on his gloved member. L was right, I like this too much. He calls up the memory of the dream that wasn't a dream. In no time, he lets loose a shot of his love fluid at the velvety nest, some of which runs over L's fingers.
"Ahhh..Raito.. ahh...ahhh...RAITO- AAHHH-" L is already coming. This is the most passionate moment from the detective that Raito has ever witnessed.
Upon completion, it is almost anti-climatic. When L withdraws, a trickle of wetness drizzles out from Raito, as if he is urinating out of his ass. He feels used.
"Raito-kun, that was your first time." L is not asking a question.
Raito rolls on his side, facing away from L. His behind aches like hell.
L has the nerve to move closer and press his torso against his back. His flaccid member nestles in the valley at Ratio's buttocks. His arm reaches to the front and takes off the cum sodden stocking from Raito.
"I will do everything within my power to work out a mutually satisfying solution in the future." L's husky whisper against Raito's ear sounds both soothing and sensuous. "That, I can promise you, Raito-kun."
L is known for obtaining results by all means necessary. Raito closes his eyes, unable to analyze the sincerity behind those words. He drifts off to sleep feeling the cuff being clicked on his wrist once again. The connection is there between them, more than meets the eyes. For now, Kira doesn't exist and L is not a detective. They are simply men that have made a huge step closer to one another, however unwilling one side seems to be.
More Notes: That was my best shot. I'm not very good at this, just so you know. I've had most of the chapter ready days before but couldn't do much about it. It was edited 20 plus times before it began to look presentable. Argghh...
As always, comments are welcome. If you have any suggestions, feel free to email me (somehow, I can't receive FF messages). Thanks for reading!
-M.H., March 3, 2007