A/N: Hey, buddies! Thirty reviews and even more alerts! Make me cry with joy! Sorry it took so long to post the next chapter, I am balancing work and school on the side. I really hope this chapter pleases you all, there is some, uh, nice things in it. No, not sex. But don't let that send you away! Sex is coming! Trust me. Anyway, if Raito seems OOC, wait until the next chapter when they do lovey things and it's from his point of view and not L's. You. Will. Be. SHOCKED. One last thing, apologies to Misa fans. I personally despise her, and I didn't want to write her in my fic so . . . You'll see. That's all I've got to say. Enjoy!

Disclaimer! Death Note is not mine. If it was, Raito would be shaking L (or vice versa) all night long. XD I love using song lines for disclaimers. Also, the song "Gently" which I use in this fic is not mine. It belongs to the wonderful band Slipknot. WORSHIP THEM NOW!


Vacancy

Chapter Two

Here Is The Key


This was far too easy! Raito's plots were progressing so smoothly, so according to plan. Whoever knew the great detective L was so predictable? He wouldn't deny that things were so simple due to provoking L on an emotional level, but he never perceived his assumptions on the other's reactions would be so precise. L responded to sexual attention like a horny teenager, and he found that absolutely hilarious.

In his room, Ratio began to pick up littered bags and pans, also a few apple cores. He had bribed Ryuk again and said shinigami was floating above his bed. He didn't mind of course, the lacking presence of Ryuk was a very important part of his plan. Then again, he could only keep Ryuk away for so long, the god would have to get bored of apples eventually, right? As if contradicting Raito's thought, Ryuk asked for an apple. Raito denied him and Ryuk complained an began to twist and float upside down, just as he did when Raito's room was under surveillance. Then, Ryuk demanded details and hear interesting bits involving Raito and L.

"No, Ryuk. The bribes to keep you here and unknowing are becoming costly. Either I tell you or no apple pies." Raito sat at his desk, speaking in monotone. He turned on his TV and took out the Death Note.

"Okay! I want pie!"

The television flickered and flashed and a blonde girl appeared on the screen. Raito didn't recognize her but a fellow hostess had said her name; Misa Amane. They were on a cooking show, teaching how to make "MisaMisa Heart Cupcakes" and Raito cringed. He was reminded of other more important things that was recently aired: the second Kira tapes. Due to the letter that followed, the task force decided to send him and Matsuda to Aoyama the day after tomorrow. He was dreading it with a passion. Actually, he was mad about it, he didn't want to go to Aoyama with his and L's newly formed relationship. He looked at the television where the annoying blonde Misa squealed and jumped around.

That night, for the first time, Raito vented using the Death Note. He wrote her name in the book and a cause of death.

Misa Amane

Tries an ingredient on the table used on the cooking show she is hosting, not knowing what it is. It causes an allergic reaction which makes her become delusional. She comes to believe she is fruit and attempts to cut herself in half with a knife. She is not able to cut completely through and dies by loss of blood due to a large gash in her torso and delay caused by the press to get to the hospital at 8:56pm today.

He heard Ryuk chuckle and laugh behind him and Raito ignored him. He didn't need the shinigami's approval for anything, most definitely not for this.

"Why'd you kill her? She didn't do anything wrong, hyuk." Ryuk's expressionless voice made his question sound like a statement, but Raito knew better.

"I know she is innocent, I'm just a little angry right now. Besides, I want to see her die. She's annoyingly bouncy and cheerful and I'm not in the mood for that."

Raito checked his watch. 8:42:33. 8:42:34. Only thirteen and twenty-six seconds. A minute passes and a tray of foods is placed on the table. Another and Misa remarked on one of the strange foods and eats it. She begins to act differently shortly after and grabs a knife. The blade is already in her stomach by the time security gets to her and she screams in a high, whiney voice as she loses blood. The camera cuts, it was a live show, and the color bars fill the screen.

The channel changed to the news. A reporter is excitedly explaining what had just happened to Misa. The reporter was at the hospital and at 8:55:30 an ambulance shows up. Many other reporters from various newscast stations stall the advancements of the doctors and the gurney upon which lie Misa. On the dot, 8:56:00pm, the paramedics lose her pulse and she is declared dead.

Raito grinned and left the TV on as he began to study, Ryuk laughing heartily behind him.

"What's so funny, Ryuk?" he couldn't help but ask, the shinigami's chortling was getting to him.

"Oh, nothing. You'll soon find out anyway."

As if Ryuk had said nothing, Raito's studying continued.


Raito awoke the next morning feeling a bit tired. He shrugged it off, stretched, and looked out confidently thought his window. A smirk was playing at his lips. He got up and picked out some clothes to wear. Jeans and a button up were his choice. Raito took the clothes downstairs and readied to iron them. He began to wonder what L would do if he knew Kira did such normal, mundane things. Surely L had pictured the murderer to be the ultimate evil and have no life outside of killing. His eyes slitted and he smiled. What if L knew he was Kira after what they had done yesterday? How would L react? Raito began to play scenarios in his head.

Scenario one; L was much smarter than he thought and would detachedly say "I know, I was simply waiting for our relationship to force a confession. I never felt a thing." Not likely, chances were L knew that he was half-faking emotions for him and was simply letting Raito use him. Wait, he did not just think 'half-faking'.

Scenario two; L is surprised he would confess and arrest him. This scenario seemed the most likely of all. It was the most probable, adding their new relationship. Yet, if everything went according to plan . . .

. . . There was scenario three, the perfect one. He would tell L but the detective wouldn't care. Couldn't care. There would be only one question from L: "Now that I know, what do you want me to do?" Yes, L asking for directions from him, knowing he's Kira would be the best possible outcome. Which, of course, was exactly what he was going for.

Raito finished ironing and folded his clothes then going up to his room to set them on his bed. It was Sunday and no one was home; Sayu left early for the amusement park and Sachiko came along (must against Sayu's wishes). Ryuk was his only not-so-great company. He was overcome with the feeling to tell his plan, but the only one he could tell was Ryuk. Raito was not in the mood for gay jokes, so he'd pass for now. He could write it down, just to get it off and spoken, but that could be dangerous.

He glanced at the clock. 9:37am, he slept in and his dad would be coming home from the hotel in a few hours. He decided to take a shower and made way to the bathroom. When inside, he told Ryuk to unleash his apple fury on the fruits in the kitchen for privacy. The shinigami agreed delightedly and walked through the wall and out of the room as if it didn't exist. Raito closed the door so it was only open inches and began to undress. His vanity would have became apparent to anyone who watched him. When his large sleep shirt was off, he ran his fingers along the muscles in his stomach, watching himself in the mirror as he did it. He smile and fingered the hollow between his collar bones and just under his neck.

"So appropriate; one with the intellect of a god has a body of a god." His smile became arrogant. "I can have anything I want. I am God."

He continued to undress, turned on the shower, and stepped inside. The hot jets of water on his back seemed to relax the muscles there and he let his shoulders slump. This was Raito at ease, holding no care for the world or his problems. Just . . . existing. No, perhaps not even that. As he zoned more and more out of it, the lesser he felt of reality. He began to feel as if he had no hands or arms or legs, yet at the same time really heavy. Some minutes passed and Raito shook himself, coming back down to earth. He bathed quickly and was out, dry, and dressed in no time.

Not wanting to be home when his father was, he called one of the many girls who liked him and decided to waste time with a "date'.

He took the girl home via cab and as the driver drove to the Yagami Residence, Raito checked his watch. He was dragged around Harajuku for eight hours. It was six o' clock and he had an hour before he had to meet up with L. When he got home, he went to his room, collapsed on his bed, and rested. His brown eyes stared aimlessly at the ceiling. Ryuk was standing off to the side.

"Sometimes, I feel sorry for you, Raito," the shinigami said. "That was the most boring time of my life! I can only imagine how it was for you."

"My time with L is going to be kind of like that. Want me to bribe you again?"

"I haven't had apples since this morning!"

Raito turned and blinded reached under his bed. He pulled out a bag and tossed it to Ryuk.

"See you when I come back?"

Ryuk replied enthusiastically. "Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!"

The student merely smiled and grabbed another bag. It had the used movies he bought a few days ago inside and he had put them in a bag from a grocery store his mother often went to. They looked used enough, they were even movies his family had considered purchasing. Two comedies, one fantasy, and one he threw in for the hell of it; a suspense. It'd be interesting to know what kind of movies L liked, just to know.

He checked his watch again. He decided that he'd leave to meet L at 6:30, show up early with some silly excuse. Raito was going to take the chance that L's judgement was cloudy and he wouldn't see through his act. So far, it seemed L played along perfectly. What if that was all the detective was doing; playing along? If so, Raito was going to have some problems. He shrugged off the possibility with an over-confident smirk. No, L wasn't playing, not after yesterday's little show.

6:15pm. Raito couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed the bag of movies and left.


"You're twenty minutes early, Raito-kun."

L was right, a digital clock on a small table said so. The brunette simply smiled and showed the other the bag of movies.

"I didn't know what you'd like, so I brought different kinds." When L motioned for the bag, Raito gently tossed it to him.

It was hard for him not to laugh as he watched L pull out each movie as if it were important crime scene evidence, holding them with only forefinger and thumb. After inspecting each one, he made two stacks of the movies on his table of sweets. He stepped back and pointed at one of the stacks.

"These seem interesting. The others boring."

In the stack was the fantasy and the suspense. Raito noted this for future reference.

"Raito-kun, why did you pick American movies?"

"We both know English so I thought why not. Do you prefer Japanese movies?"

L shook his head. "Language and origin make no difference for me. If it's good then it's good. I don't deny greatness."

Yet you deny Kira. Raito walked over and took the movies, then went to the large television. He looked to L. "Which first?"

"The one with the virus."

Twelve Monkeys.

He popped in the DVD, took the remote on the player and sat on the couch. L stood awkwardly and unsure as the opening sequence began to play. Raito smiled. The detective didn't know how to do nothing and waste time. It was almost cute and he was tempted to laugh but didn't. He invited L to sit next to him. When he did, the raven's knees drew close to his chest but Raito forced them down. Of course, L complained by saying his way of thinking would falter bu the other argued that watching a movie didn't require thinking. It only needed eyes. It seemed that when L did lower his knees it was against his will for he glared at the brunette who then proceeded to hit the play button.

Five minutes into the movie L began to fidget. It started with one bouncing knee, then the other as if he didn't know what else to do with them. Raito held in his laughter as simply sat still, arms resting on the back of the couch. He then paused the movie and got up, earning a questioning look from L who was suddenly still.

"I'm gonna turn off the lights."

"You know where the switch is, Raito-kun."

He did and in short time the lights had flickered off and all that lit the room was the television. When Raito resumed his place on the couch and hit play, the detective began to fidget again as if anxious or uncomfortable. This was great, L was nervous and it was because of him. He could tell by L's half-focused eyes that there was something else on his mind.

"Misa Amane died yesterday."

Raito paused the movie and faked annoyance by rubbing his temples.

"She was innocent, so maybe the second Kira . . ."

"Lawliet, what are we doing?" he interrupted.

"Watching a movie."

"What are we not supposed to be doing?"

L cutely quieted his voice like a scolded child. "Talking about the Kira case."

"Thank you," and he hit play.

"Is this what we should be doing, though?"

Pause again. "Dammit, we're only ten minutes in. Why're you stressing?"

"I can't get my mind off the case. People can be dying right now."

It was cute, but now this was just getting annoying. Okay, L had a lot on his mind, but this was ridiculous! He had problems to worry about, too, he was Kira. The case had been going on for nearly a year now, did L forget how to live outside of constant crime-solving? At this rate, Raito was deeply considering it. No matter, he was going through with his plan.

Raito scooted closer to L on the couch so their sides touched. The detective flinched and Raito let his arm rest behind L, his hand on his shoulder. He felt L begin to shake again and his knees bounced almost wildly. The brunette remained calm and collected, whilst the other was practically breaking, perhaps trying to reason the advancements during this week made by the teen. Raito liked what he was doing to L and felt proud of himself.

Slow in his movements, Raito turned his head and kissed the detective's cheek. L had froze at the touch of lips. The bouncing stopped and L looked at Raito, faces so close the very tips of their noses touched. They kissed, keeping it chaste until the brunette's nips at the other's lips asked for more. More was given and soon L was being pushed sideways and down to lay on the couch. Raito was there above him, their lips never parting.

This feeling in L's gut, it was strange. His mind was foggy and he couldn't think straight, after all, he had never prepared himself for an emotional attack. Attack . . . no, L didn't feel like he was being attacked. It was more like an inflicted confusion. He still didn't understand how Raito had developed feelings for him so fast despite having talked about it with him. They had settled on trust-initiated infatuation, but that was just something L made himself believe. What if Raito was . . .

For reason unknown, L couldn't think about the case. He tried as the other invaded his mother and ran hands along his sides, but he couldn't. His mind would just go blank as if Kira had never existed. As he though only of Raito, there was a sense of calm. As he kissed the teen and gave in to the pleasuring hands and lips, he was only L. Only Lawliet. No great detective, no sheltered and orphaned genius. No. He was only himself.

Gently, my mind escapes into the relaxing world of pleasure. A pleasure that'll take my mind off the reality of life . . . my past life, life as I know it now.

He felt Raito's fingers snake under his sweater. Touching. Feeling. Those fingers then pulled the sweater up then over L's head and off. Brown eyes were mapping each and every cell of the gaunt torso. The raven couldn't think of any reason why Raito would want to stare at his ribs, and the intense look in his eyes tempted L to cover himself. The mood loosened though as Raito smiled. Such a great smile . . . he was envious. L's eyes went wide as Raito pulled back to take off his own shirt.

And whatever may come it slowly disappears to somewhere in the back of my mind. It will remain there until I wish to retrieve it.

Raito's physique was amazing, although L already knew that from their game of tennis. He reached out and let his pale this fingers run down the lithe, almost tan chest. The skin was smooth under his fingers, he continued to let them trail downward until halted by the hem of Raito's jeans. He felt nervous suddenly, but let his fingers stay there. Raito then leaned forward to whisper into the other's ear.

"Want me to take them off?"

L meant to shake his head 'no' in response but couldn't. The other's hands rested on his and helped him with the fly. When the zipper was down, L could feel the heat radiating from Raito's sex.

This was so different compared to yesterday. Then again, L was afraid and didn't know how to react. But now, even after only one experience with Raito, L felt slightly more confident but didn't let it get to his head. He was still clumsy and unsure when he touched the boy back and now with Raito's pants undone he paused and tried to get his brain to formulate the right thing to do. Of course, he came up blank so he did nothing. Raito, on the other hand, began to kiss and bite at L's jugular and received a sigh. Hands not his own began to work on his own jeans and L writhed slightly in weak protest.

He was hard and just as he had yesterday he was embarrassed about it. He felt Raito grab his hips then felt the other's sex rub against his own. L sighed and rose to meet the next grind, becoming addicted to this wonderful new feeling and the numbing spreading through his logical mind. L's mouth was agape and he could feel Raito's pants on his neck as their thrusts into one another became faster and more desperate. L didn't want to stop.

Yes, I willstay here for a while for I need the break. A break from the pressures of life when everything is in the palms of life's hands. This is . . .

Faster and harder, L could feel the armrest of the couch barely graze the top of his head each time Raito thrusted up against him. His breathing hastened and L's hands gripped at the other's back, stubbed nails trying to sink into the flesh. He couldn't recall a time when he had felt so good, so . . .

"Fuck, Lawliet."

. . . Free. Free from all this troubles, free from logic and right from wrong. Free from justice. Free from consequences. Free from life.

Something began to swell in his abdomen, a feeling L recognized from his younger days. It had been so long since he felt this, and to avoid from making any involuntary sounds he leaned his head forward and bit ad the juncture of Raito's neck and shoulder. It caused the brunette to groan and thrust rather hard into him. At that moment, all L saw was white.

This mode is incredible, it's out of this world.Too bad I must always leave it. That's life.

Dropping down from his high, L's pants slowly began to lighten. His chest was heavy and it took him a moment to realize Raito was laying on him.

"Raito-kun, you're heavy. Get off."

The student stayed. "Another minute."

"Fine, but only one."

And they laid there together and L said nothing as the minute long passed. The movie was still on pause and neither one bothered to press play.


A/N: Sorry that this chappie is a little shorter than the other one. I really wanted to cut it off right there. So,what do you thinks? Please review and tell me. And if you leave an "anon" review, leave your email or something. I'm really sorry if there's more spelling and grammar errors. I read/skimmed over it, so I hope not.

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