A/N: Hola, my friends! Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but be happy because this is the longest chapter yet. I had been really busy with school and work, but since school's out and I'm now a senior (KICK ASS!) I've got plenty of time. All I'll need is inspiration and ideas. If you guys have any, please feel free to share. I will take any idea in stride and not insult you if you have a bad one. You'll even get an honorable mention right here in the A/N. Wouldn't that be fancy?

Like, thank you to jesus-of-suburbia2o2o for sending me suggestions. It's highly appreciated.

DISCLAIMER!: I do not own Death Note. Tsugumi Ohba does. I make my money from Taco Bell, not from writing this. If I did own Death Note, well, it'd be 'The Greatest Show Unearthed' for the yaoi fans. XD Yeah, I totally used another song title from Creature Feature, who you guys must absolutely check out! Anyway, onward with the fic!

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Vacancy

Chapter Five

Illegal Contact! No Tagging The Room!

Part Two


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There was nothing Raito could do to take Ito's notebook. L demanded that Raito could 'grade papers' while L did his own observing stroll around the classroom. He didn't want to, but if it came down to it Raito would kill Ito. The pieces of the Death Note in his watch and pocket were itching to be used. Raito calmed himself. Even if he did kill Ito, L could still get his hands on the notebook. He leaned back in his chair behind the teacher's desk and assessed his options.

Killing L was always on the menu, but if he did he would be a Kira suspect. No, that would obviously make him Kira. So, presently, killing L was out of the question.

Maybe he could take Ito's notebook before L could. That would require a distraction which by little chance would come by. He could sexually distract L, but there were children in the room.

Raito recalled what had happened ten . . . thirty minutes ago. They would have had sex on this very desk he sat at, that is, if they weren't interrupted. Which they were. It was strange how badly L had wanted him, in ways the detective didn't even understand. L had offered to him more than he knew and Raito convulsed at the thought of the detective's body being his.

I want you.

Slowly, Raito was beginning to want him, too, but not in the sex-crazed teen way he used to. Not in the 'I want to fuck you and still hate you' way. It was almost like Raito wanted L because . . .

Raito swallowed hard and rested his head in his hands.

. . . because Raito was in over his head with twenty feet of water above him. He couldn't believe he admitted this to himself. This had only been going on for three weeks tomorrow, but it had felt as if months had flown by. The majority of his time was spent with L, that was probably why everything was so slow. Raito looked at L who was currently teaching. Long fingers held the dry marker awkwardly as he wrote on the board, now teaching math. He smiled as he watched, knowing all the students were lost as L went from teaching division to how to find the radius of a circle given only the area or circumference. L quickly went into geometry, then told them to get calculators for trig.

Honestly, he didn't know why he was smiling at L (which further fed his 'in over his head' theory), he just felt like it. When L caught Raito's smile the very slightest tint of pink ghosted his cheeks and he gave a small smile back. This was strange and oddly different, not long ago all he could think about when L came to mind was how much he wanted to kill him. Now, although he wanted and need to kill L, he almost thought of him friendly.

Don't get him wrong, though. He still wanted to have sex with L with the intent of later killing him. Raito would even kill him now if he could, it was only that his hatred had dimmed to a small flame. He averted his eyes from L and looked down to the papers he was supposed to be grading. Something had to be done, he had to reawaken his hatred for L because he knew if he didn't he would be digging his own grave.

Which, by all means, was not part of the plan. Raito cleared his mind and tried to focus on the present, especially on how to get Ito's notebook before L. His eyes scanned over the class and looked for a student who might carry a lighter. The obvious troublesome looking child was one in the back, but Raito knew better. He tried to remember everything he could when he walked about the classroom earlier. Tried to remember what he smelled. His finger ran down the seating chart tapped to the desk in the same fashion as he had walked, every step slowly coming back to him. Soon, he remembered a student who reeked of cigarettes and marijuana, a boy who was coughing right now, the same boy who was almost late to class with red eyes.

Raito reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. L was currently facing away from him and Raito quickly put it on the desk. Now, if L looked over at him it would only appear as if he were grading papers. He checked the time and wrote the boy's death.

Seichi Yamato

Takes out his lighter and goes to the third desk in the row near the windows in his class. Without causing harm to the boy sitting there, Yamato sets the boy's bag on fire, destroying completely all of it's contents. Yamato then jumps out the window, falling to his death at 11:35am today.

The time given was only minutes away and Raito inconspicuously disposed the piece of the Death Note. He didn't check his watch, didn't look up from the papers on his desk. Patiently he waited, he could hear each tick from the clock on the wall and on his watch. That was until something didn't go exactly as planned.

"Nakahara-sensei, how do I put that in my calculator?" It was Hiro Ito and L was making way towards his desk, ready to explain. When he got there, Seichi Yamato rose from his desk.

Slowly, Yamato pulled out the lighter in his pocket as he walked across the room, his movements only obvious to Raito. He didn't know why, but Raito to direct L's attention away from Ito and his desk. He wanted to jump up and pull L from the desk. Yet, he knew he couldn't. How would he know what was about to happen and be able to save L? L would only assume that Raito was Kira and being Kira the only way he could've known. It was bringing his blood to a boil inside, he wanted to get up so badly. He knew he shouldn't, he knew it would make him Kira; he knew it all.

But he didn't care.

Raito rose from his chair and quickly walked towards L. Yamato had just set the bag on fire and the fabric made the bag burst into flames. Raito grabbed L by the back of his shirt but the fire had already licked at the detective's fingers. He then held L close, L's gaunt body tense with pain. The fire went out on its own as the bag turned to ash and was unable to grow on the desk. The screams of the students fell silent on his ears as he continued to hold L. L's body began to shake and Raito pulled away slightly and gently took his hands. The fingers were red and began to swell.

"Ryu-kun, it hurts." Pain was evident in his voice.

"I know, lets take you . . ." but Raito didn't finish as he heard glass shatter. Everyone in the room rushed over to the windows and three stories down on the ground lay the cadaver of Seichi Yamato.

Screams again filled the room. Amongst the turmoil, Hiro shot Raito a shocked yet knowing look before tilting his head back and then momentarily fainting. Hiro was losing his memories and the Kira in Raito grinned but on the outside there was a relieved face. L wasn't badly hurt, and why this relieved him fell in the 'over his head, no need to know' category, because once he admitted it to himself things would only escalate into something worse. Something far worse that Raito could ever imagine.

L pulled himself away from rAito and went to the desk where the phone was. He picked it up then instantly dropped it, cursing under his breath and shaking his hands. Raito went over to the desk and took the phone, bringing his face close to L's.

"Allow me," he said, noses close enough to touch. All the students were still looking out the window.

"Get your head out of your pants and call the principal, then Watari."

When Raito only grinned; L rolled his eyes.

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It wasn't until Raito and L were alone in the hotel room that the topic finally rose. Raito couldn't help but feel confused as to why L waited so long, but now it was said where no one else would hear them.

"Raito-kun, how did you know about the fire? You were up and out of your chair before I even saw a lighter, and by how Yamato's body was turned you wouldn't have seen it either. You had to have already known." L bit his thumb, the only finer not burned. "How would you know, Raito-kun? How would you know such a thing was going to happen? The boy had also died afterward.

"Also, he only set fire to Ito's book bag, whom we can no longer pursue as Little Kira. Funny, only you and I knew we were later going to search that bag for any clues of him being Little Kira." He sat in his sofa chair, knees close to his chest, eyes on Raito who was on a couch not far from him. "As I see it, Kira must've known as well and made Yamato set the bag on fire, knowing the symbol of his power was inside. Little Kira wouldn't have Yamato do it himself, he was young and brainless. It was the first Kira whom we had concluded was a college student, incredibly intelligent, and lived in the Kanto region of Japan.

"Only one real question remains." L took a cup of tea and sipped it after dropping many sugar cubes into it. "Why did you save me? If you hadn't pulled me away when you did my burns would be far, far worse. Yet you pulled me from the fire, quite literally. Why would you do that, knowing I would piece everything together if you did?"

That falls under the 'over my head, no need to know' category, Raito thought to himself. "What do you think the reason is?"

"That you've gone off the deep end."

"Perhaps I have," Raito said calmly, shrugging lightly.

"Why did you give me your identity to save me, Kira-kun?!" L's hand shook, bandaged fingers holding to the tea cup tightly.

Raito simply looked at L, hoping his eyes would speak the words he couldn't find. More of, wouldn't find. He knew they were there, but for once in his life Raito felt as if he said them, he would mean it. He was afraid to admit to such emotions, afraid they would spiral out of control. It angered him, he hated fear and wanted to destroy the source of it. His eyes fell to the floor, leaning forward some and resting his arms on his thighs.

"I need to kill you."

"Excuse me?"

"You need to die!" Raito yelled, eyes still on the floor. "You fucked me up, Lawliet. I can't believe you got to me first, I thought I was doing great." Raito's hands fisted. "But you were in my head the whole time, playing with me. Now you have the perfect proof to kill me, after what happened today no sensible person would say I'm innocent." His eyes met L's. "I'm Kira, now what are you going to do?"

There was a moment of silence where L just looked at him back, eyes wide. Then they lidded over and Raito was confused.

"What do you want me to do?"

Raito wore a shocked expression. "Wait, what?"

"What do you want me to do, Kira-kun?" L said again, taking a sip of tea.

"I don't understand."

"Let's put it this way, then," L put the cup down, "do you want me to arrest you and have you sent to prison?"

"No!" Raito answered quickly, uncertain of the situation.

"Then I won't. Simple as that."

Again, silence. Raito didn't know what to do, this all felt so unreal. Far too dream-like to be reality. He stood up and walked over to L, gently encouraging him to stand by pulling lightly on his hand. Raito led him to the bedroom of the suite and closed the door behind them. Once the lights were turned down low, Raito and L sat on the bed. They shared a minute of silence before they met with a kiss. It was calm and slow. The gentleness of it surprised L. When they parted, their faces stayed close so their noses touched. Their eyes bore into each other and Raito asked L to lay down. L did as told after moving further up onto the bed.

First, Raito took off his shirt before straddling L. He leaned down and kissed L, one of his hands tangling itself in L's hair. A small sigh left L's lips, and with his other hand Raito snuck under the detective's shirt and groped at L's chest. His kisses moved to L's neck and his groin made contact with L's. There was something incredibly different about this in comparison to earlier today. Instead of acting fast and desperate, Raito moved slowly and calmly, fingers gently running over L's ribs and lips placing relaxed kisses along L's jaw. It was just . . . he couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but he just felt the need to take things in a slower tempo. Which confused him since he loved assaulting L's senses.

And he could tell that his change in pace shocked the detective. He rose his head to look L in the face and smiled at him. The hand he had in L's hair drew back to stroke some locks out of L's face. L simply looked back with lidded eyes, breath slightly heavy, as if he weren't sure if he should smile back. Raito withdrew his had which was previously under L's shirt and brought it up to cup L's cheek. Then, he sat up, still straddled on L and hands still in place. His eyes devoured the image before him; a man with lust in his eyes submitting to him and his demands, a man of equal intelligence still quite new to sexual contact. The Kira in Raito grinned massively inside while on the outside Raito maintained his smile.

There was something so appealing about L that made Raito completely throw away his sexual orientation. For the pure joy of manipulating and sexual gratification, he became bisexual for L and only L. He lowered one of his hands to finger the neck of L's sweater and his Kira's grin leaked through. Just below the fabric was a bruise-like mark. He stroked it as his grin calmed to a smirk, ego inflating and wishing he had noticed it earlier.

"Why, Lawliet, what's this?" he asked innocently, his voice contrasting his face.

As expected, Raito received a glare from L.

"You know full well what it is. You put it there yesterday, Kira-kun."

Raito leaned down close to L, his hair falling down about their faces. "You're going to get a lot more, everyone will know that you're mine." He ground his hips against L's.

"Kira-kun," L sighed, rising into the touch. "You know no one can know about us."

"But it's a nice fantasy, isn't it?"

No reply. Raito tugged at L's sweater and the detective leaned up to help take it off. For what felt like the millionth time, Raito's eyes saw the gaunt chest before locking with L's eyes. Their lips were brushing against each other and he held back from kissing them. His fingers combed through black hair, noticing how soft it was. L shivered under him and Raito knew he was getting the reaction he desired. He then pulled on the belt loops of L's jeans, showing he wanted them off. The fly was undone and Raito could hear the zipper as he slowly dragged it down.

L kept his breath calm an slow, he felt the light puff of Raito's breathing against his lips. His pulse hastened, the beat pounding in his skull and behind his eyes. The sensation was intoxicating and L leaned forward to bring their lips together, tongues moving against in a slow dance and his eyes fell closed. He didn't notice as the waist of his jeans passed his hips then knees, he was in a cloud of pure pleasure. He felt Raito's hands worshipping his body as they ran over every inch of skin and he couldn't help but sigh into his lips.

Despite all the attention he was receiving, L heard a quiet, nagging voice in his mind.

What are you doing? Arrest him!

L let his arms wrap about L's neck, stroking his nap with slender, bandaged fingers.

He confessed to be Kira, why don't you care? Where is L; greatest detective of all time?

The voice was forced to the back of his mind. L didn't care, all he wanted was more of Raito. Again, only with Raito's presence, L was simply L. Lawliet. Nothing more, nothing less.

L's breath caught when a hand found his sex. It pumped and L felt burning lust break through the barriers that made him so calm and collected. As his hips rose into the fondling hand, L found himself growing more needy and added force to their still kissing lips. When he felt something brush his sex, he knew without a doubt that Raito was completely naked. His eyes opened instantly at the thought and switched their positions with the strength many people thought he didn't have. With the movement, Raito's arms flailed for a moment from surprise, letting go of L and looking up at him with brown eyes.

It was L's turn to look at Raito and as he straddled the naked form, he brought a thumb to his lips. Eyes followed along every contour of muscle, traced over the tan line that just barely sat above a trail of brown curls. He felt Raito watching him and caught the flat line of Raito's mouth curve into a smile from the corner of his eye. Raito's vanity and arrogance enveloped L, the heat of it making it harder to breathe. He flinched when raito grabbed his hips out of surprise and looked at Raito's now smirking face. Out of habit, L noted every part of Raito's face; his lidded eyes darkened with lust, the way one corner of his mouth was a tad higher than the other, the small crinkle of skin between his eyes, his slightly curved brows and how his hair fell more to the side, revealing more of his forehead.

L felt as if he could just breath it all in and hold the expression in his lungs forever. And he wanted to.

Yet, Raito had other plans. He brought their desires together with a thrust of his hips and felt a flare of appeasement when he saw L's eyes close and tilted his head back. Raito did it again and received another satisfying response. Then, they were rocking against one another, the pleasure eliciting sighs and light groans from both of them. The feeling was intoxicating.

"L, reach into the side table drawer."

Raito watched L and couldn't help but grin at the detective's face when he pulled out a bottle of lubricating gel. L's eyes narrowed after his blank expression faded.

"You planned this, all of it. I don't know if I should be angry or appalled." L flicked the cap open and smelled it. "Strawberry," he noted.

"Just like your hair."

A faint blush covered L's cheeks.

"I can't believe you would remember something so irrelevant."

"Nothing is irrelevant when it comes to you."

"If I didn't know you were Kira," L got off of Raito and sat to the side of him, "I might've fallen for that."

Raito smiled, forced L back, and straddled him. "But that is only to be expected." He took the bottle of gel.

"So why are you still acting when I know it's all a lie?" L watched Raito squeeze some of the lubricant onto his hand.

"Maybe one day it won't be an act," he answered as he vigorously applied to his fingers. He repositioned himself so one of his knees were between L's legs and brought down a hand. "You know this is going to hurt, right?"

"Just do it."

After a moment, Raito let his hand fall between pale thighs. It ventured under L's sex and his fingers probed until he found what he was looking for. He watched L's face screw slightly from the pain as his finger pressed inside. Raito couldn't help but shiver at the warm muscles constricting about the digit and couldn't wait to have those muscles around something else. He couldn't wait to fuck L and take the detective's innocence. He couldn't wait to make L his.

Remembering L, Raito began to tease him; kneading his hips and running fingertips along his sex. L convulsed and tensed at the touches and gasped in half-pain, half-pleasure. He felt L's arms wrap around his neck and pull him close, making their foreheads touch.

"Raito, it hurts," L grunted, breathing heavy.

"I told you it would, but I promise it'll get better . . ." Raito paused for a moment. "I think that's the first time you ever said my name without an honorific."

"Does this - nnh, surprise you?" He winced as Raito gently pushed in another finger.

"It makes you sound less serious." Raito kissed him for a moment and pulled away enough to end the kiss but keep their lips touching. "Are you alright?"

"No, but don't stop."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes you do, Kira."

Raito said nothing in response and began to scissor his fingers. He heard L's breathing hasten and kissed him on the lips again. "Try to relax and it won't hurt as much," he assured but received no reply which didn't really surprise him.

It was a very slow and long process. For ten minutes with three fingers, Raito stretched L the best he could while kissing him and fondling his sex. He had never spent so much time breaking a virgin, but perhaps that was because all of those other times were simply one night stands. He would be coming back to L over and over again, he'd have lady friends on the side but L would be the main dish. Maybe even his favorite, he did enjoy having the detective under him.

He began to notice L's face was nearly void of all pain. Raito pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheets before putting an excess amount of the lubricating gel on his palm. Clinically, he applied the lubricant to his sex, making sure to cover every inch. When he finished, he let the head touch L at the place he had been trying so hard to loosen. He laid his head on L's chest and heard the heavy pounding of his heart. It seemed to thrum to an imaginary beat, one that Raito wanted to hear. Some seconds passed, he was waiting for L to give the signal that he was read and Raito felt no need to hurry.

Finally, he felt L give an affirmative nod against the top of his head. Raito slowly pushed himself inside, feeling the muscles trying to force back the intrusion. There were bandaged fingers pressing hard on Raito's shoulder blades and he knew L was in pain. Yet he continued, forcing himself inside ever further, L's slow breathing against his face. L's body was incredibly tense, and Raito couldn't blame him or imagine the pain he must've felt. He wouldn't stop though, despite L's pain. Raito was in pure pleasure. He had never had sex with someone this tight and he just wanted to gratify himself and thrust into that wonderful heat.

"Kira-kun, I'm in pain," L nearly groaned.

"I told you that you would be."

"No, you don't understand. I am in immense pain." L sucked in a deep breath. "I . . . I think I'm bleeding."

Raito instantly lifted his head and stood fully erect on his knees. He looked down between L's legs and maintained a calm face as he saw the red stain on the sheets. Although Raito thoroughly prepared him, L's flesh still tore from being stretched so much by his sex. Then, his eyes fell on L's pained face, surprised by the water in L's eyes. Raito cupped the detective's cheek.

"I'm sorry, I've ripped you."

"That word doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth, Kira-kun."

"Which one?"

"'Sorry'. Now, please get out of me."

"I thought you didn't want to stop."

"I changed my mind," L said aggressively. "Get. Out."

There was no more argument and Raito pulled out, seeing his bloody sex. Instinctively, L closed in on himself, drawing his knees towards his chest and wincing. The pain was incredible and L gave his all to hold back the water welling in his eyes. He was surprised that Raito had actually obeyed him, but then again, surely Raito was aware of the power L held over him. For a moment, L thought of what this new advantage gave him, but was shot down and outwardly frowned as he realized the one fault of this entire situation.

Raito knew L's name and had the power to kill at any moment while L only had a badge and a confession only he heard. Also, the heavy evidence from earlier that played against Raito was only witnessed by L and no one else. He felt wasted for not at least recording the confession, he really wasn't thinking, although he had spent hours thinking on how to control the situation and the exact words to say to Raito. It was too much; he felt dissected, assessed, and manipulated.

L bit at his thumb and Raito knew the man was stressed. He leaned forward and parted L's knees with his hands, their faces close. Raito whispered in the detective's ear and received a nod in reply. They both rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom that was behind a mahogany door. Every wince L made with each step he took fell almost too loudly on Raito's hearing, and Raito refused to let himself feel guilty. Raito was the first to go inside the bathroom so he turned on the shower which hid behind the bath and accessible via small hallway. Most definitely, it was a high class bathroom.

Hands testing the water, Raito called to L when the water was hot. Together they showered, taking joy in no sexual pleasures as they did; Raito's gentle hands directing L's own burned ones and bandaged ones as he washed the detectives body with a large sponge. Blood ran down the drain, swirling with the water a little; other than the stained sheets it was the only proof of L and Raito's sin, and of their promise to one another.

Yet, with a promise held by only blood, the blood of only one, a few would wonder exactly how long this promise would last . . .

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"What do you mean Little Kira is gone?" Matsuda blatantly shouted, rising from his chair.

L bit his thumb. "It is exactly what I said. We imagined that we did not take enough caution so Little Kira made himself vanish." He took a bit from a piece of cake. "We questioned the boy after the fire incident and had him hooked up to a polygraph and he answered truthfully to everyone question, but we do not doubt that the boy was once Little Kira."

"We believe the symbol of Kira's power is material, and sensing that we were onto him, Little Kira made a student set fire to his things. The destroying of this symbol made Little Kira forget who he once was," Raito added.

"Well, what do we do now?" Soichiro asked, seated on a couch next to Aizawa.

"Back to the First Kira, upon which we have currently have no leads," L answered, semi-frustrated.

Upon hearing this, Raito grinned triumphantly inside.

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A/N: Yeah, I did it. I made L find out Raito's Kira. P: I know, shame on me, but I really wanted it to happen so I can make some crazy stuffs happen. Like, well, I can't really tell you cuz then it wouldn't be a surprise! DUH! Please don't make me regret having made this happen and leave a lovely, positive review? Yeh?

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