Also check out my other fic! It's kinda unsteady because I have a basic plot but I'm just dumb. But yeah now it's time to wrap thing up! - I love these two I really do. And despite my BURNING hate for Raito I can't help but understand him.. grumblestupidsupidmegrumble
"On With The Show!"
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Crack! and, "Dammnit," forced its way in and through L's sleep fogged mind. Taking the noises to heart the detective bolted upright ready for anything: An earthquake, the building to collapse, to have police seize the headquarters, or to be.. caught in his very inappropriate position with a very nakid Raito. Fortunately none of the fore mentioned fears took form and instead L discovered the noise came from the eerie glow of monitors that dominated the control room. Matsuda had simply fallen in the dark when coming back form the bathroom when going through his routine for the morning. L's characteristic inability to sleep heavily, partially due to insomnia and paranoia, reacted to the transmitted noises violently. In sharp contrast Raito, as the detective knew all to well by this point, slept very heavily.
For one reason or another, despite the jolt to consciousness, L had yet to asses the situation he was currently in. Next to his nakid self Raito lay sleeping, nakid as well, and curling himself against L's torso in a futile attempt to stay warm on the very cool floor. Somehow in their bout just hours before the two had managed to edge their way away from the center of the room and instead closer to the small kitchen located directly to the left. The kitchen was usually only used to make coffee and to store snacks for the detective so it all remained within' a few paces of the duo's seats.
After checking the blinking red time and confirming his suspicion that they still had 3 hours before they would be relieved, L began the process of cleaning himself and Raito up. 'Matsuda's up really early..' The black haired detective idly wondered to himself, First he collected their scattered clothes, or at least the ones he could reach without disturbing the still sleeping Raito. Then, barely, reaching the sink inside the kitchen to wet a rag with hot water and grabbing a second dry rag L began to clean himself up.
Once satisfied with his newly cleaned and half clothed self (he only managed to recover his boxers and jeans but the shirt was sadly out of reach) the detective attempted to wake the brunet.
20 minutes later found Raito still fast asleep and unresponsive to L attempts to wake him. Even after poking, calling, light kisses on the face, and having various deserts held under his nose Raito's exhausted body refused to awaken. And understandably so, after all L could only imagine how far Raito was actually pushing himself these past few days. With this thought L decided to let his lover sleep for a while longer before he would attempt a second time to wake him.
Dutifully L tried to clean Raito, seeing as how his semen was dried on both of their stomachs making the area a bit itchy and the dried sweat wasn't much better.
The task of cleaning the sleeping man's body proved to be a more difficult task then L had anticipated. At the beginning L simply had to keep himself from getting too excited. Honestly he didn't feel like having to clean himself a second time, and after being with someone recently, pleasuring yourself alone seems far less tempting then it had once been.
The second problem lay with keeping Ratio from getting too excited. This was becoming a reoccurring issue. Nearly every time L touched Ratio in the least the typical response was that of a moan and a bit more blood re-directed south, which in turn lead to the primary issue of L keeping himself calm and unaffected by Raito's reactions.
After a break for each of them to settle themselves L returned after warming the cloth once more and decided to treat the undertaking as one would taking off a band-aid: just get through the task as quickly, efficiently, and painlessly as he could manage.
Unfortunately, Raito reacted in full and by the end was left with a full arousal which then affected the dream he was having. Within' minutes he was tossing somewhat and moaning heartily. It wasn't long before L began to slightly regret his decision to clean the man. It wasn't until L's name escaped from the brunet's panting lips did the detective decided to try and return the favor that was extended to him earlier that night; hopefully also acting as a double edged sword and wakening him in the process.
Avidly L's messy black top descended on Raito's prominent erection. L knew he had very little skill when it came to pleasing another man orally but at least Raito was unconscious so his lack of skill may just go unnoted.
Nearly moments after fully engulfing Raito's cock it was bucked further into the detective's mouth. L had expected this and managed not to choke, after all he had yet to discover his ability to deep throat due to his lack of a gag reflex.
Instead of skill L attempted to instead apply strong suction and as much action with his tongue as he could manage. L quickened the pace all the while trying to keep himself fairly cool. He slipped up once and looked up at one of Raito's more powerful groans and saw his lover's flushed face thrashing back and forth in pleasure. The sight caused the sheer lust L had been fighting off, flood his loins. Just as Raito's moans became unbearably desperate and his bucking hips were rather hard to hold still L figured his orgasm was close. If this didn't wake him, nothing would. To help push his lover over the edge L paused with the tip of Raito's cock as far back into his mouth as he dared and hummed with all he was worth. The trick worked on cue. With a jumbled cry that resembled the words 'L' and 'fuck' Ratio shot up, face displaying the ecstasy that twined through each fiber of his being, fully awake and giving everything he was worth down L's willing throat.
Post orgasmic and post sleeping fatigue gripped at Raito's mind and caused him to slowly sink back to the ground despite the cold and suddenness of the awakening. Quickly realizing what the brunet was doing L called out while crawling closer in an attempt to keep him awake. Instead of heeding his lover's call Raito continued to drift back to sleep. Acting fast L leaned in and captured Raito's mouth.
The kiss was initially one-sided until Raito found the energy to participate. The kiss quickly turned French just as L slipped his hand into Raito's hair simultaneously pulling the wakening man closer. L pushed for the kiss further and further trying to rouse Raito completely, after all he was still undressed and sprawled out on the floor.
Raito responded readily and slowly began to raise instinctively reaching for L's face and attempting to graze across his ear. Despite having just come the brunet was still easily excited, if not able to go all out. L reacted just in time and jerked his head out of Raito's reach, breaking the kiss before they got too heated. Through some miracle both of them managed to end the kiss without being consumed by lust, but merely savoring the lingering taste of each other.
Raito now thoroughly confused about what the hell was going on just blinked up blankly at the detective. L's midnight eyes gleamed with humor as he tossed Raito's most available clothes at him. ( Socks, jeans, and his shirt. His boxers were missing, perhaps nearer their seats..)
Raito began by putting on his socks. Just as he was going to turn around and ask L for the key so he could put on his shirt L turned towards him at the exact same time.
"Could you come here?"
And
"Could you come here?"
Echoed in unison. With a small grin Raito moved first clutching his pants and shirt while coming to face L. Quickly L reached out a bit to the right and picked up his shirt that had managed to escape Raito's notice. Before the brunet had a chance to voice his question L pulled the key out and undid the cuffs.
Quickly the two dressed, neither of them saying a word. They both knew that shortly they would have to return to the normal world and.. and then the chances of a repeat performance of that night would be minimal to none. Both equated breaking the silence to breaking a spell that had them both acting to freely with each other. For the past 6 or so hours both of them utterly forgot about Kira and anything related to him. The repive from life was almost serene. Their night almost magical in the unrealness, and near perfection of it.
Slowly, gingerly they embraced and shared one last kiss. One last perfect kiss. It was gentle and yet scorched with emotions. Realization, Desire, and Sadness remaining the most prominent. They stayed there holding one another in a kiss that neither ever wanted to end. Letting the feel of security and comfort encircle them.
Only once the phone rang did they hesitantly bring the kiss to a close. Neither were startled by the harsh noise, both were far to lost in the other that they barely noticed it even ring.
"I'm on my way up. Yagami-san should be headed there too." Matsuda's voice chirped far too energetically.
"Hn, good," was L's curt reply. After hearing Matsuda's very awake voice the detective was made aware of his own body's cries for sleep.
After replacing the phone in it's cradle he turned to Raito. Both of them stood there and simply stared into one another's eyes. This was it. There was only a matter of minutes before they returned to their room and were once again under surveillance. They had only moments now and something had to be said. Raito drudged up the courage and voiced what both of them desperately needed to know, "Is this a one time thing?"
"It has to be." L replied, unable for once to hide his actual emotions and sounded utterly depressed and defeated. The crushed look in his eyes nearly broke Raito's heart. But both of them knew there was nothing that could be done. Maybe in another life, another time, but not now.
Just then Yagami-san rounded the corner and bringing with him the brutal desolation of reality.
That night as L and Raito slept their hands clasped together instinctively underneath the thick, warm blanket.
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Yes I know that I mis-spell naked, that's just because I'm werid and that's just how I spell it..
Also when it comes to sentance structure, I am far more accustomed to poetry and shorthand so I use sentance fragments. I do try to avoid run-ons. Also I am Betaless and I usually only go over my works 2 maybe 3 times at most. So please excuse the horrible grammer.
Finally There's one last thing that I left on purpose.. Raito's boxers were left behind. Which leads me to my next point..
I might make a sequel to this where they break their decision to keep their hands-off but I wanna know any suggestions and opnions from you guys first. Okay?
:Edit: it's official and I'm going to enlist to the Navy in the coming months so if I do make a sequel it won't be for a LONG time. But I will not abandon the endevor if I get some decent feed back. I've got a bit of response on but their review ratio is soo poor hyuu So Speak Up if you want more! And wish me luck, I'm sweating bullets!:
R&R because I need to know someone cares Hope you liked it!