If you've read what Mello gets up to in Night and Day – Raito is now officially... worse. This chapter was supposed to be mostly plot – but the boys got frisky. XD
My update schedule is down the pan due to a stomach bug, it's taken me three days to do this one. Hopefully there'll be some more by the weekend :)
Now I've got my 3d L and Light sorted out, I'm thinking of making a doujinshi – a downloadable one. I need a plot first that's short enough to fit in that small space. Ah well, it'll probably just be a bunch of smut, ne? XD
SPOILERS: It's AU so none really – maybe L's real name at some point. But who doesn't know that by now? XD
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or its characters. I own a digestive system that sounds like soup bubbling through a Lamborghini's exhaust...
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"Raito-kun!"
Raito opened his eyes. Found himself sitting on the couch in his room, staring at a shining white L.
"Huh?" he murmured.
"Good morning!" the laptop said. "I hope you didn't sleep well?"
"What?"
"That's a subtle way of suggesting you did something you liked better than sleeping," L said.
"Oh. Yes. Thanks." Raito mumbled, looking down at his creased yesterday's clothes. "I should have a shower before everyone else gets here."
"You should take the sheets off your bed, Raito, they're probably worse than last time, having had two people's contributions of body fluids."
"Nice, L," Raito got to his feet, yawning and became busy making himself and the room presentable.
He came back out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, to find breakfast on the table.
"Is Watari shy?" he said. "He always turns up while I'm out."
"No, he's simply being unobtrusive, Raito-kun," L said. "It's his way."
"Urhm," Raito slumped down into a chair, still half naked and wincing a little as his sudden contact with the seat reminded him of last night's activities. He poured himself some coffee. "I hope you found something interesting to do last night, L."
"Yes, thank you, Raito-kun, I never have any trouble amusing myself."
Raito smiled at the screen. "Nice font."
"Please, Raito-kun, you'll make me blush."
"Will your L turn pink?"
"Sadly, no. Although I could arrange that if you'd like to see it."
"Probably best if you don't," Raito said. "My father already thinks we're an item. And just what did you say to him to make him think that?" Now he'll think I don't know who he is – but that maybe I'm wondering about it.
"I really can't imagine, Raito-kun," L said. "Perhaps he merely noticed how well we get on with one another."
"Hm," Raito raised an eyebrow.
"Does Raito-kun not believe me?"
"No, not in the slightest," Raito said, getting up from the chair and taking off his towel.
"Raito-kun is naked!" the laptop exclaimed.
"Why, so I am," Raito said, running his hands lazily down his body.
"Raito-kun says he knows I am a man and not a laptop," L protested, "but now he is treating me as part of the furniture that will not get aroused by his display."
"On the contrary, L," Raito said, turning around to give the screen a rear view, "I don't mind a bit if you get aroused by me. And you did say you had no trouble abusing yourself."
"I said amuse, Raito, not abuse."
"It could be the same thing, ne?" Now he's wondering. Do I know and am I just teasing him? Or am I – hm, completely slutty, that's not so good...
"Watari is standing right next to me," the laptop said.
"What!" Raito grabbed for his towel.
"I'm lying, Raito-kun." L gave a robotic snigger. "But I'm relieved to see that your exhibitionism does not extend to all and sundry."
"After yesterday, I think everyone's seen me that wanted to," Raito said, debating between red and white underwear.
"Raito's behind is perfect and should not be covered up," L said. "Also he has not told me the details of his adventures with his loved one yet."
"What do you want to know?" Raito left his underwear for the moment, slid into a t-shirt and began to comb his hair.
"How often?"
"Twice."
"Who was seme?"
"He was."
"This boyfriend of yours must be a rapacious and overwhelmingly alpha character to have persuaded Raito-kun to bottom for him. Twice." L remarked.
"Or maybe I'm just kind-hearted," Raito smiled.
"I don't suspect Raito-kun of that," L said.
"Rude," Raito said. "I can be kind if I want to."
"A learned activity... is not the same as... an innate trait, Raito-kun." the laptop said rather jerkily.
"Are you getting off on me?" Raito said, turning round to stare at the screen.
"Yes."
"Bad L," Raito smiled. "So you want to hear about my wild, fierce lover? How he chased me around the room, pinned me to the bed and ravished me mercilessly?"
"Mhm!"
"How about when I washed him in the shower – with my tongue?"
"Nhhn!"
"Or maybe you want to know about how my ass is sore this morning from being ruthlessly plundered by his oversized organ?"
"Yes... that'll do nicely..."
"He has a very big cock," Raito said, thoughtfully, coming over to the table and leaning his elbows on it, angling his body so that the screen still had a good view of his butt. "I didn't think it was going to fit inside me... because I'd never done that before. So there I was, all tight and virginal, with this absolutely huge, slippery, dripping erection I had to squeeze into me somehow..."
"Urghhh!"
"I was sitting astride him, absolutely terrified –"
"Really? You were scared?"
"Don't spoil the story, L," Raito admonished. "About to give in to his insistent demands to possess me – completely – "
"Haah!"
"Slowly descending on him... the enormous head of his stiff cock finally penetrating me... "
"Oh, God, Raito!"
"Sliding down it and filling myself up with it, such intense pleasure it was almost painful..."
"Nhnhnhnhn..."
"I couldn't stop myself moaning and begging him to fuck me, it was all I wanted – "
"Nhn! Uhn! Raito! I'm – aahh! Haah!"
"Mm, L, do I hear the sound of someone coming?" Raito smirked, ran his fingers lightly over the screen.
There was a knock at the door.
"Fuck!" Raito jumped up. "I do hear the sound of someone coming! Just a minute!" he called out, grabbing for the discarded underwear and slipping it on before going to the door. Expecting Matsuda.
"Hey," said Matt, goggleless and smiling and blowing smoke into Raito's face.
"Urgh!" Raito said. "Don't do that, you'll make my hair smell of it. Come in."
"I'm guessing I interrupted something. Again." Matt's glance strayed down to the rather obvious bulge in Raito's red boxers. "Morning, L."
"Hmh," the laptop replied.
"What did you do to him?" Matt asked, taking a seat at the table, dropping his cigarette end into Raito's empty coffee cup and helping himself to breakfast.
"Good morning, Matt," L said. "Raito, please organise everyone. I need to change my shirt."
"Spill something, L?" Raito enquired sweetly, pulling on his own shirt.
It shouldn't have been possible for a laptop to growl.
"L?" Matt said after a moment, but received no reply. He looked up at Raito. "You know he doesn't think you know who he is?"
"I know that," Raito said, zipping up his pants. "I haven't worked out how to tell him yet. Besides, he seems to be enjoying being two of them."
"So – you're getting off with him in real life," Matt said, "and you're also doing the laptop lapdance?"
"Seems that way," Raito agreed.
"Win," Matt smirked. "What if he gets jealous of himself?"
"They'll have to fight it out between them," Raito pulled on his socks, deciding he'd have to go home and get some clean ones if the case was going to go on much longer.
"Never imagined anyone teasing L that way," Matt said. "He's kind of, dunno, he's always been, you know, L. Big Daddy."
Raito laughed. "In some ways."
Matt giggled. "What, you mean – " he gestured with his hands.
"Enormous," Raito murmured. That can't hurt his reputation. Enhance it more like. The world's best detective and hung like a horse.
The door opened tentatively to reveal Matsuda's nervous face, glancing into the room as if he was ready to flee should naked gayness be waiting for him. He breathed a sigh of relief and came in, followed by Mogi.
"What's he doing here?" Mogi asked, pointing at Matt.
"This is Matt. He works for L," Raito said, piling the breakfast things up neatly out of the way. "He's going to be helping us."
"I am?" Matt said.
"Yes," Raito told him.
"Cool."
"Did you hear the news yet this morning, Yagami-kun?" Matsuda said, sitting down at the table and helping himself to coffee.
"No, I've been – busy." Raito said.
"Oh, Death by Chocolate," Mogi said.
"Pardon?" Raito said.
"Chocolate?" the laptop asked, L obviously having returned.
"Someone's robbed two banks in Belgium," Matsuda smiled, clearly proud of his role as newsbearer. "Both times he's left a corpse behind, covered in chocolate."
"Corpse?" Raito said.
"Chocolate?" said the laptop.
"Is this the corpse of a bank employee?" Raito asked.
"No," Matsuda said. "They haven't released the details to the press, but I called someone I know in Brussels and he says the corpses are embalmed ones that have been dug up from graveyards."
"That's disgusting!" Raito said.
"Terrible," L agreed. "What a waste of good chocolate... I take it this was Belgian chocolate, Matsuda-san?"
"I don't know, L-san," Matsuda said. "I suppose so. I mean it must be freely available there."
"Not exactly freely. In fact, very expensive to purchase enough to cover two corpses," L mused. "Did these robberies take place in Brussels, Matsuda-san?"
"No, in, um, Mass – Mars – "
"Maastricht?" Matt suggested.
"Yes, that was it," Matsuda said.
"That's a very attractive city," L said. "Was the chocolate covering melted on or perhaps chocolate body paint?"
"I'm not sure, L-san," Matsuda said.
"Chocolate body paint?" Raito rolled his eyes at the laptop.
"Raito-kun should try it sometime," L said as Yagami Soichiro came into the room. "Painting his whole body with chocolate and then having it removed in a slow and sensual way by a soft, loving–"
"Good morning, L!" Soichiro interrupted. "Raito – I hope you slept well."
"Never better, otousan," Raito said.
"Let's get on with some work, then," Soichiro suggested.
"What about Johnny Chang?" Raito said, taking a seat between Matt and the laptop.
"Yeah, what's his story?" Matt said. He nudged Raito with his elbow and muttered, "Who's Johnny Chang?"
"He's Velasquez' secretary," Raito said.
"Oh, that's who he is!" Matt said. "Who the hell is Velasquez?"
"Let me bring you up to speed, Matt!" Matsuda offered helpfully.
Raito leaned toward the laptop as Matsuda explained the progress of the case so far.
"Feeling better?" he muttered.
"I felt pretty good to start with, Raito," the computerized voice unfortunately seemed to have a set volume and Raito noticed his father glancing across as L spoke. "But I feel even better than that now."
"Then my work is done," Raito smirked at the screen.
"Raito is an angel in human form," L remarked.
"You don't have very high standards for angelic behaviour, do you?"
"No standards at all, Raito." L said. "But I do think Raito looks heavenly in just his t-shirt."
"I could wear socks as well?" Raito suggested, leaning a little closer to the screen.
"No!" L said. "No socks. I hate socks. I like naked toes. Has Raito ever had his toes sucked?"
"You have a foot fetish?" Raito realised suddenly that everyone had finished talking and was staring at him. Also that he was resting his forehead against the edge of the laptop.
"What about Johnny Chang?" he said brightly, sitting up and refusing to catch anybody's eye.
"I can't find out anything about him," Matsuda said, looking perplexed. "I ran him through the system and there's no priors, I can't find any details on him from the US, he doesn't even seem to have a social security number. It's obviously an alias."
"You'd better get down there and find out who he really is," Soichiro advised. "Check his passport. If it's in a false name we can hold him on that for now."
"Did we get a DNA sample for him?" Raito asked.
"No... " Matsuda said. "Just from the main suspects."
"It didn't seem that an employee of one of the suspects would have any reason to commit the murders," Soichiro said. "But now he seems to be using an alias – "
"He could be someone that does have a reason," Raito said. "I'll go with you, Matsuda. If he feels threatened – "
"We already know he's capable of excessive violence if he's the killer," L finished for him. "If he gives you any trouble, just shoot him and we'll sort out the paperwork later."
"Um – yes, L," Raito said as he left the room. He's not exactly law-abiding for a man who calls himself justice...
"Hey!" Raito turned, saw Matt hurrying down the corridor after them, lighting up a cigarette. "I'll come with you."
Raito smiled. There was something about the redhead that he liked. Maybe his intelligence. Maybe his cute blue eyes. Though that was no thought for a man who already had two personae worth of boyfriend.
"So did you ever get your toes sucked?" Matt asked as they waited for the elevator.
"No," Raito smiled. "Never even thought of it."
"There's a first time for everything, Yagami-kun," Matsuda said cheerfully.
"You do stuff in front of him," Matt said, thoughtfully. "He's looking through the laptop... it's like a game, right?"
"Something like that," Raito said, giving Matsuda a sidelong glance and relieved to note the man was now studying the elevator buttons as if they held the meaning of life. Or at least if he pressed one, he might get a coffee or a coke.
"It sounds kind of interesting," Matt said. "I mean – it sounds like the kind of thing I might like to do, you know?"
Raito stared at the younger man who was blushing quite noticeably.
"So, you think he'd like to see that?" Matt said. "I mean – if you and I – "
The elevator stopped. The doors opened. Raito followed Matsuda out, slowing down to let the excited detective get ahead of them.
"I don't know," he said. "He might be jealous."
"Yeah, I thought that," Matt admitted. "I wouldn't want that. But then I thought, looking at you that way at all, it's well perverted. So I thought he'd maybe like to see you with someone."
Raito gave the readhead a look of disbelief. "This is the best you can do for subtlety?" he asked.
Matt grinned. "Not trying to be subtle."
"So is it me you want or is it him?" Raito stared at the young man, fighting back the urge to laugh.
"Dunno, really," Matt looked thoughtful. "Yeah."
"Both?"
"Yeah."
"Slut."
"Like I care!" Matt said, blushing even more furiously. "I've got fuck all else to do. And you know what they say, if you don't ask you don't get!"
Raito gave a snort of laughter. "I'll ask him."
"You will?" Matt's eyes widened. "You'd want to? Even though I'm a total slut?"
"I can see you're not really so slutty," Raito said. "If you made a habit of this kind of thing, your face wouldn't be the same color as your hair right now."
"Talking of hair," Matt said as they strolled along to where Matsuda was waiting, "is yours natural?"
"I don't dye it," Raito said, with a smile. It wasn't the first time that question had been asked. "I can prove it as well."
"I've seen – I thought you might dye that too - " Matt turned to look at Raito who had stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. "What's wrong?"
"That's what I smelled on him," Raito said. "Johnny Chang. He smelled of bleach. And there was the same smell in Velasquez' bathroom. I thought it was because he obviously dyes his hair – "
"Chang's hair's bleached," Matsuda put in. "No Chinese person has platinum blond hair."
"So he was probably the man who bought the surgical tools," Raito said. "A Chinese and a Japanese man in a motorcycle helmet would look much the same."
"He went and bought the stuff then came back and bleached his hair," Matt agreed. "So you're looking for a Japanese guy with black hair and you've got a Chinese blond."
"Looks like we might have our murderer!" Matsuda said with a smile.
"Let's find out," Raito said as he knocked at Chang's door.