A/n: There is sex in this chapter, so those who do not enjoy that sort of thing, just a heads up.
--The Apple--
"We've bought out the last three floors and left the previous ten to the use of the other patrons."
Sitting at the head of the room in a tanned-leather, high-back chair, L rested his hands on his knees and peered at the unenergetic men taking up the two large sofas in front of him. While to his side, Raito sat, casually perched on the arm of his chair and looking for all the world completely contented with himself. The living rooms in this new hotel were given quite a spacious décor, and with this luxury of space, it had been discovered as soon as everyone had taken seats, that the couches were out of comfort range for a handcuffed Raito. Therefore, the brunette had naturally taken the next best thing and parked himself on the arm of his chair. However Raito, L realized, had a way of making even the most trivial of seating arrangements look inherently princely.
L had half a mind to shove his 'royal highness' right off his arm-rest and make him stand, as there was something almost defiant about the way Raito was cavalierly balancing in his spot, one arm slung over his crossed legs and the other behind him so he was leaning most of his weight on it.
It could be he was being too hard on Raito; the many frustrations that came along with this case did make him grumpy. However, L was extremely sensitive to the undercurrents of emotions that flitted under his patrol, and Raito could be as nice and sweet as a kitten to him, but he could not hide the superior and snobbish attitude that lay awake and coiled under his pretty words and gestures.
Not that he could do much about that right now.
"You will wear civilian clothes going in and out of this building, as I would rather we all try to blend in with the other patrons. Please also try not to call attention to your nationality. If you must speak to a staff member, please call Watari."
But he'd soon be forced to deal with this situation when the rest of the investigation team retired to their rooms for the night.
"You four will split into groups of two when leaving this hotel. Yagami-san and Mogi-san will be the first group and Aizawa-san and Matsuda-san will make up the second --" L was stopped from giving out anymore basics of hotel etiquette when a "dammit" from one of the men on the couch interrupted him.
Matsuda, looking to the man across from him, asked "hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
Another "dammit" followed and L cut in before he had to tell both Aizawa and Matsuda to shut it up.
"Anyway," L continued, "I know you all must be tired, so please get your rest and we will reconvene here at seven sharp." He dismissed them all by way of a bored looking stare that plainly said "go away now" and everyone was more than happy to comply, as they tiredly filed out of the door.
Watari, getting ready to escort each man to his room, bowed to L before closing the door behind him and locking it with a solid click.
There was a pleasant silence following the departure of the investigation team, and L glimpsing over at Raito, found that he was not fazed in the slightest by this quiet. Even after such a talkative plane ride, there was no residual weirdness existing between them. Of course, they were both sportsmanlike enough to not let a little thing like flirting get in the way of how they appeared in front of the other members, so neither had attempted to bring up the matters of their previous conversation. They both knew they would be given the chance in due time to figure out the other's diversion, so a ceasefire had been temporarily raised until they could get some time alone. However, who would strike first had been left up to the person with the stronger mode of attack, and L had wanted very much to be that person, but he was also in very bad need of more contemplation time.
"You must be tired?" he asked, not at all interested in Raito's answer, but making small talk to move things along.
"Traveling is exhausting," Raito sighed while rubbing his neck in what L supposed was a good imitation of being worn-out.
L highly doubted that he was really tired, the sharpness in those eyes hinted at otherwise, but if Raito was going along with his suggestion of an early night, then L could use the alone time.
"Raito-kun's internal clock must be thrown off because of jetlag. You have to be careful to avoid exhaustion." L put on his best lecturing voice and watched Raito out of the corner of his eye as they began to make their way to the bedroom.
"Mmhm, of course, I'll be careful," Raito answered gently, voice sounding far away, even with him now standing on the other side of the bed they would be sharing tonight and getting ready for sleep.
Facing away from Raito, L rested down on the mattress and curled into himself. He finished their little banter session with a "please do" and waited for the slight dip in the mattress that signaled Raito was finished changing for bed.
"Good night, L," Raito said faux-politely and in such a sugary tone that it would have rivaled any cake L had ever taken apart. He had sensed his need to get some alone time, and he was being "gracious" and giving it to him, like he could care less. Raito was too much of a pompous prick sometimes, but it was always so much more fun to knock him flat on his ass when he was copping an attitude with him than when he was threading cautiously.
"Sweet dreams, Raito-kun," he responded, and closed his eyes in mock sleep. He hated how obvious his tactics were this time around, but it could not be helped.
Raito had actually startled him with his behavior on the plane. They could tease each other stupid for hours on end, but teasing and flirting were completely different things. One could perhaps be seen as leading to the other, but when he teased Raito it was more for kicks than any ulterior motive. What Raito had done was not for kicks. He was plainly serious -- his voice, his expressions, his gestures...they were all premeditated and that bothered him.
If Raito Yagami was Kira, he would use that god-given intellect of his to make himself an exception to the rules that were set down in front of him, and since L very much held his life in his hands, Raito would naturally come after him. There were many loopholes in this case that Raito had escaped through, and there were many more ways for him to try and go about proving himself, of making himself an exception. But with L serving the dual function of both captor and judge, it seemed that Raito had gone about the task by making himself immune by association, or more bluntly, by trying to get his captor unconsciously on his side, by trying to lay down an identifier between them or a connection that would keep him out of trouble if used properly…
There was just one problem with that kind of thinking. The plan was too obvious. Any change in their dynamic would instantly call attention to itself, and Raito was smart, he would have instantly seen the major flaw in that plan. Yet, here he was, giving him go-go eyes and turning this investigation into his own little soap opera.
It just didn't make sense.
Raito had never shown any homosexual tendencies. He had shown a more than healthy fascination with the opposite sex, and even if it had seemed contrived the way he'd gone about with those girls -- the same as the bookshelf -- Raito was straight.
If this was the trick that he suspected it to be, then it did actually fit in with Raito's fondness for convenient "romances." He had inferred a long time ago that if the second kira, who had appeared very eager to come in contact with the first, was indeed Misa Amane, then the four-girlfriend-juggle would have been a very adept way at hiding her sudden appearance into his life. There was no better way to camouflage a pretty girl like Misa than to hide her among other pretty girls all under the guise of dating. It was a very smart move.
But L could not dismiss the fact that Raito was an eighteen year old boy. Eighteen was a very hormonal age for any male. Looking at the flipside of things, he knew Raito was very hard-working, very studious; it was not unusual for boys so academically driven as Raito to be late-bloomers, to put-off dating for extended periods until they actually felt an intense need to date and socialize. He would not skip over the consideration that Raito may have just discovered the pleasures of female company and had gone a little girl-crazy in the aftermath.
And if he was going to explore this very hormonal side, boys his age were very keen to sexual exploration. Raito could be playing with a whimsy and seeing where his actions could take him if he flirted with him. It could be a simple case of curiosity for something new. Raito was smart -- well that was a grand understatement; Raito was past smart and down-right prodigy level, and he could hide it all he wanted, but L sensed something jaded in the way he treated people. L had watched him go around with others his own age and it had been along the lines of smile pretty, get those around you to eat out of the palm of your hand, grow quickly bored with them after that, and then move on.
When Raito had gone to Aoyama with that group of "friends" he had gone about talking with everyone. Sure, Raito had been thrust into a situation that was far from normal, since that outing had actually been a sting operation concocted to catch the second kira, but in respects to how Raito treated people, there was no difference. To someone only looking at the surface, his behavior that day was normal teenage activity. But to someone looking deeper, the brunette had been careful to not attach himself to any one of his "friends." He had casually chatted with everyone and had favored no one. You'd think as a teenager, who seemed to have a penchant to flirt, Raito would have stuck to one of the prettier girls, but no, not even.
All the other boys and girls there were sticking close to their crushes or a friend they had a common bond with, but Raito, like he was playing a game of musical chairs, had swapped out partners every minute. It could be that he was fickle, but the very real assumption could be he was bored. L could understand that reasoning. Being too intelligent wasn't always a good thing socially. Surely people envied you for your intelligence, but the envy stopped there when you couldn't even carry out a simple conversation with someone your own age and not instantly want to walk away immeasurably disappointed. Raito could be suffering from a severe case of boredom. His extracurricular dating could have been a move to alleviate that boredom, but the ease in which he handled four girls at once -- there was obviously no challenge for him there.
If Raito was seeking out another outlet to ease his monotony, then coming to him seemed like a drastic measure. Raito knew he liked girls, his subtle plays at Misa were obvious clues, and yet Raito still had the confidence that he would not be turned away.
For the humble person that he made himself out to be, Yagami Raito had quite the ego on him. That much was certain. L was also quite egotistical, so he'd developed a no-give policy when someone was threatening him, and the either/or dilemma he'd been drawn into with Raito's actions -- is he trying to charm you for the benefits of getting your confidence, or does he just want to mess with you for the hell of it? -- was a dual insult.
Either way, Raito was not taking him seriously, and as a detective of the highest caliber, he did not enjoy being taken lightly. Raito was overstepping his boundaries with him, and to L, that screamed challenge. He was not one to pass up a challenge, even if that challenge could very well get him killed or could obstruct the case. He was a very bad loser.
Raito was asking for nothing but trouble with that come-hither attitude of his. L could not deny that he had a very unprofessional interest in Raito, but that fascination had been contained. He had made it no secret that he was impressed by Raito's wits, as it was certainly the first time he'd ever run across a person with such sharp insight and unflinching adaptability. He could admit that he enjoyed being around the brunette, even with one handcuffed to the other and the many inconveniences that came along. Interesting conversation was never lacking and it had been a first for him to actually find someone who he could agree with opinion-wise.
They were alike; he recognized that right off the bat. But Raito was also very charismatic, and if you did not believe in his opinions, he had very subtly persuasive ways of getting you there. A seemingly cheerful disposition didn't hurt the cause either, and the positive aura he gave off -- when he wasn't punching him in the face -- made it very easy for anyone to let their guard down around him.
And then on top of that winning personality, Raito had a face that could fool anyone right off a cliff and into their own grave. L sensed that Raito knew exactly how good-looking he was, and also knew exactly how to work the nice smile and doe-brown eyes he'd been blessed with.
Both Raito's intelligence and looks elicited contradictory responses from him. From an investigatory standpoint, in which Raito was his main suspect, he was purely frustrated by the two, as they made his job more difficult. But on another level, he could show his appreciation for them. Having a good conversation partner a hands reach away was a very nice bonus, and despite the gender, it surely didn't hurt to have a nice face in proximity when he was taking a tea break. Not things he should be thinking about during this investigation -- he understood -- but he was only human. Moments of weakness could be allowed since they were only moments.
But if Raito was going to change their playing fields, there was no reason for him to not turn those moments of weaknesses into something constructive, and with such a willing target, it would be very easy for him to turn his many frustrations over this case into the sexual variety. Raito could very well be doing him a favor, even if this was deception on his part, L was level-headed enough to not be affected. Raito could take his interest in him anyway he wanted, but there would be no question about who would be leading who around. L would make sure of that. There was also nothing messy like love that could complicate the integrity of the investigation. Raito didn't seem the type that got sentimental over partners, even if he did like to try and make corny, dramatic speeches -- laughable as those were; it would be a superficial affair.
And while he was at it, L could get closer to Raito and study him in a completely different mental environment. Not to mention he would be getting the chance to rid himself of some nonproductive stress that had been plaguing him ever since Raito had come into his life. Really, this was a win-win situation for him. The only thing to regret was that Raito hadn't opened this option up to him sooner.
Turning on his side and glimpsing over at the person next to him, L found his resolve to go this route strengthen. There was a sliver of moonlight coming in through the partition between the curtains. It ran in a thin path down the right side of Raito's face, the streak concentrating most of its luminance on some strands of auburn and transforming them into an almost blond color. L reached out a hand and blatantly waved it back and forth over his face, so that he made that line of moonlight flicker.
A second later, Raito's eyes darted open. The column of light had captured the brown iris, softening the color into a melted caramel, while his other eye caught in the dark, had taken in the shadows of the room and dyed it a rich, blood red color.
That eye focused on him and narrowed. "What are you doing?"
"Seeing if you are asleep," L answered nonchalantly and removed his hand from above his face.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Raito eyed the detective carefully. "And why would you need to do that?" he asked, more curious than reproachful, as he waited for his response.
"If I told Raito-kun my reason, he might not want to go back to sleep," L informed him and waited for his opening to be answered.
Faintly in the darkness, amber eyes widened. Raito could more than get the implication, but he had thought the approach would have come much later. Not that he minded. He could definitely work with this.
"What happened to resting up for tomorrow?" Raito asked, mock-seriously.
"Well Raito-kun can go back to sleep if he wants," L paused and tilted his head so it was now resting on his raised knees, "But either way, I get what I want."
It appeared L was anxious to get the matters between them settled. It was nothing that should alarm him. His advances would not be too suspicious, as there were definite advantages to accepting his proposal for both parties, if L was assuming he wanted to fuck around for fun. Now the only thing expected of him was to positively respond to L's go-ahead and negotiate the terms between them. This was almost too easy. "So I'm to be assaulted in my sleep now?" he asked out-right, as they were no longer tip-toeing around the subject anymore.
"I've never been good at handling bodily frustration, and since Raito-kun is flirting with me, he should take responsibility," L reasoned.
"So it's my fault you can't control yourself?" Raito raised a challenging eyebrow and got himself ready for the smart-ass comment that should be rounding the corner. However, L completely dismissed the question with one of his cross stares that said he was not amused. Then he told him sedately, "we're both adults, so I don't think I have to explain any of my intentions to you."
L was obviously not in the mood to mess around.
Raito put his hands up in a placating gesture. "I understand. I'm not looking for anything serious either…" And even if it was after the fact, "…since I have a girlfriend that I am actually serious about." Even if L suspected that this was a bold-faced lie, he would still need an excuse to see Misa after he was released from these handcuffs.
"Don't worry, I understand Misa-san's love for Raito-kun, and it would be unforgivable to get in the way of pure love like that."
L was so full of bullshit. If he really believed what he was saying, he wouldn't be trying to sleep with him now. Heh. L could take his pure love and shove it up his -- "So we understand each other?" Raito asked, as he inched forward and pressed a hand to his chest.
Looking down at the hand before following it back to the source, L locked eyes with him.
"Not shy, are you?"
"What about you?" Raito asked back and slid his hand up and behind L's neck. "I've seen four year olds with more tact than you," because seriously, L could be as subtle as a kick to the face sometimes.
"Raito-kun talks too much," L told him flatly, and with a lean forward and tilt of the head, he had brought his mouth to his. Raito recalled himself enough at that moment to not flinch at the contact, but he did not respond any to touch.
The kiss was soft, polite but not uncertain; a gentle brush of lips after a firmer press and Raito felt L slip away from him. Nothing was unusual or outstanding about it. Raito had kissed enough people to know how these things went, but he could admit that there was a strange ease to it. He'd thought maybe it would be more difficult, but he supposed this was just L feeling it out.
Weaving his fingers in the loose material at the neck of L's t-shirt, Raito tugged the detective forward and felt long-fingered hands at the same time trail up his sides, one settled on the small of his back, while the other was lost in the covers at his sides.
Raito softly kissed L this time and there was a split second of tenderness in that brush of lips, before L changed the angle of his mouth on his and Raito was thoroughly French kissed.
Well…they were in France, but damn where the hell did L -- and Raito was immediately sidetracked from that thought by the long tongue licking the inside of his mouth and curling around his own. The hand on his back groped at the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up and letting it go all in the same motion. Raito felt the skin there go hot and tense, and he tried to squirm out of the hold L had around him.
Making a disgruntled sound, L pawed more aggressively at his back. There was a pause in the kiss between them, as L sucked in a stilted breath and tried to keep him from getting away, and after another successful shift of the mouth, L was able to deepen the kiss, moist breath and tongue getting into the crevice under his tongue and behind teeth.
The way L had been sitting before he'd promptly shoved his tongue down his throat, one of his knees was now jabbing him in the hip, while his other leg was upright, toes digging into the mattress under him and gradually pushing up from the balls of his feet. The knee jabbing Raito in the hip shifted down until it was pressing his thigh into the mattress, and one of Raito's hands unwound itself from L's hair and grabbed onto the appendage.
He shoved the detective back by that hold and instantly followed after him, a hand slipping around L's neck again and pulling him forward with breathless insistence. His mouth brushed the corner of L's lip, and before he could turn it into a full-on kiss, he felt a foot catch him in the ribs. L somehow with his freakish flexibility, getting one of his legs to maneuver in the space between them and toes now burrowing into his stomach.
Raito was shoved back unceremoniously by that foot and landed on his back with a thump.
"Virginal kisses won't get me off," L told him and stood up on the bed, walking over to him like he was on the floor, and obnoxiously stepping on his leg in the process.
Raito felt toes curl around his thigh, the creak of the bed a solid groan as L stooped down between his legs with that one foot still trapping his leg to the mattress.
In response, the teen pressed a hand to the shoulder above him and held L at bay. "Foreplay not your thing?"
"No, I'd like to properly have sex with you, but my control is pretty shot for tonight. Raito-kun has no idea what he puts me through on a daily basis." L tried to lean over him, but Raito squeezed his shoulder in warning.
"So I'm supposed to roll over and beg for it?"
L watched him completely undaunted. "That's how most of my fantasies go, so I'd appreciate it," and with that, the other leg not trapping him kneeled down between his legs and began to nudge them apart.
Raito knew they'd both fight for top, and if this was a normal situation, he wouldn't have rolled over for anyone. But since this wasn't, and he was trying to play nice with L, he would have to swallow his pride and give L precedence.
However much it hurt, Raito had made up his mind to let L take him. There were reasons for their positions. Of course the enjoyment factor for L was a big concern, but more importantly, if he was given the chance to kill L in these up-coming weeks, it would be stupid to leave bodily evidence inside of him. The autopsy would be thorough and Raito would not be caught by such a mistake.
Of course, it wouldn't do to just give in without some type of bid for control either. It would be strange if Raito was too complacent, and surely L, despite his words, would enjoy a little disobedience than a straight fuck.
Raito shoved a knee up with the intent of making L fall back, but the detective intercepted it with the leg not holding down his thigh.
"That's not very polite. I thought you were nicer," L quipped.
The hold L had on him should have been awkward, with one foot on his thigh and the other leg blocking his shin and keeping the knee from slamming up into his ribs, but the detective had, somehow, successfully disabled the use of any lower body movement. If he wanted to, Raito could have gotten out of this hold, but since they were horsing around, to try anything serious would be uncalled for. However, he still clenched his fist to get a reaction out of L, and the detective not taking a chance as to whether Raito would lash out or not, shifted his leg up and stepped on the wrist of that clenched hand, while the other hand shot down between them and took the place of the leg that had been blocking his knee.
Raito stared up at the detective with a bored expression, even when he was anything but.
"Is this your idea of foreplay?"
"No, I'm trying to have sex with you, but you're not as easy as you look," L said, with a humorless tone that actually made it funnier than it should have been.
"I'll ignore what you're implying." Raito tossed some chestnut hair out of his eyes and then replied as an afterthought, "I can't feel my legs."
"I can't feel my shoulder," L answered back and looked at the hand gripping him there. "Remove it and I'll remove one of my legs and my hand."
"You're trying to bargain your way into my pants now?" Raito asked sarcastically, removing the hand from his shoulder and putting it behind L's head.
"If it could be done, I'd already be there," L replied, and for an odd second there, he got a really focused expression on his face before it instantly disappeared. Raito would have let the expression go under his radar if that look hadn't come with the sounds of rattling chains.
Looking up at the bedpost, Raito was very annoyed to find that L had somehow, within the two seconds that he had taken his eyes off his hands, handcuffed him to the bed.
"Getting something from the bathroom," L casually threw out and got up from the bed. Raito watched his retreat vexingly, but held in anything sharp, as he was just going to follow in L's lead and also take his frustrations out on him.
When L came back out, he gingerly placed a bottle of lotion on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the mattress. "I only handcuffed one of your hands, and the chain is long enough where it shouldn't impede any movement, so there's nothing for Raito-kun to be cross about," says the person who is completely free of handcuffs.
Raito knew how unsympathetic L was, especially in concerns to him, but this was a new all time low.
"Raito-kun has to remember that he is not cleared of suspicion, so the handcuffs will stay," and then, like he hadn't just outright insulted him, L slipped an index finger under the waistband of his boxers and began to tug them down.
Raito, not content to stay still during the undressing process, yanked L forward by the shirt and went for his ear. "I think this has more to do with your preferences."
L looked amused for a second before he said, "If Raito-kun is finished playing psychology major, could he lift his hips a little?"
The smell of something peach-scented wafted into the air, and Raito watching L ambidextrously uncap the bottle with one hand, pulled his attention away from that sight and began to lave attention on one earlobe. He heard the detective make a choked sound before he tried to elbow him away.
"I nearly dropped the bottle," he told him with some irritation.
"Mm-hmm," Raito hummed without an iota of sympathy, his tongue easing in and out of his ear and obviously not caring for L's opinion. Call it payback for handcuffing him to the bed or all the nasty little comments that L had gotten in on him for that past week -- he just wanted to piss him off.
"If Raito-kun doesn't want to be fucked dry, I suggest he stop that," L warned him and Raito could feel his erection against his stomach.
For someone who always acted so apathetic, L got cranky fast when he wasn't getting his way. In response to this, Raito blew in his ear and the detective shuddered heavily, dropping the bottle but thankfully after his fingers had been coated. Tugging on the cartilage at the top of his ear, Raito huffed out a sudden breath at the shocking contact of L's finger with a part of his body that was not used to any kind of treatment. It would be incorrect to say it hurt. Really, the only word he felt could explain what L was currently doing to him was…weird, as vague as that was. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not in a painful way, more like --
He closed his eyes and breathed out. It was intimate. There was no question about that. It was unsettling to have someone doing this to him, to have L this close, breathing on his neck and passing a hand over his back…
There were ingrained warning signals within him that wanted to shove L away, but there was another part of him that was curious. He'd never had sex before, and even if this was not how he envisioned his first time, they were still going to have sex.
L was easing another finger into him and Raito felt the stretch. It was gradual with the slow, even way L was pushing up into him, but Raito felt that strange ache turning into a shallow pain. On its own, his body went tense, and he heard L groan quietly, like it was all too much to know that he would be inside of him soon. Raito felt his stomach involuntarily clench at that sound. He was a bit taken aback by how turned on he was and how much he wanted L to just do something, anything --!
He unknowingly jerked forward when he felt another finger, but was eased back to sit on the mattress, L's long fingers now hitting a certain spot within him and continually pressing against it.
He knew the prostate gland could be stimulated, but this intensely -- He could feel his erection asserting itself under that touch, that staggering pushing inside of him equally pulling at something in his erection. He couldn't help the sound of pure frustration when L continued to slowly prepare him, the probing still not enough to get him where he wanted to go, but not soft enough where he could ignore it.
After another good minute of fingering him, L slid out and pulled him away from his ear with a shaky breath. They were both breathing pretty hard by now, and through the fog of dense arousal, Raito was pretty sure he would enjoy this, even if he was going to be on the receiving end of things, L certainly was going to make it fun for him.
He had no doubts about that. L was smart, and he knew if he wanted to get some on a regular basis, he'd have to get his partner to enjoy it. He'd surely make it worthwhile for him, so L, like the competitive bastard that he was, would more than likely live up to that all-around genius name he was so proud of.
"Get on your stomach."
Despite being severely aroused and everything on top of that, Raito still found the breath to huff out, "Not into romancing, are you?"
L put one of his hands on his hips and nudged him gently until he got him on his knees.
"I'll appropriately romance you after all the blood returns to my brain," L whispered and began to position behind him as he braced one of his hands on the mattress, the other skirting down Raito's chest and unbuttoning his shirt, one-handed and fluidly.
Raito's breath hitched when L's knuckles brushed against the head of his member, and he had to bite down the urge to groan loudly when L curled his long fingers around him and pumped him once. There was a simultaneous bitten-off gasp from behind as L began to ease into him, the lotion making everything slippery and giving another layer of feeling to already hyper-sensitive parts.
One hard shove had L completely inside of him, and Raito felt an unfamiliar stress climb up his spine and pool in his stomach. The hand pumping him, however, had quickly separated him from that other sensation, wresting him away from the lesser of intensity and making him focus on the immediate feeling of having his erection touched. He could hear L breathing behind him, a hint of voice stuttering out of him as he began to thrust into him, the motion rocking him back and forth and stimulating deep inside of him. He could now distinctly feel that other strange and distilled pleasure-point in his body shudder and sharply react to L intently pushing against it.
L had begun to suck on the skin of his shoulder, that wet sensation making everything under his stomach tighten and flush with more heat and blood. The thrusting had picked up, the hand on him moving in similar rushed tandem, and Raito could tell L was close just by the way he was bunching the sheets between his fingers.
But Raito had found he was much closer than L, the two-fold of pleasure, one- purely driven gratification, and the other- a bundle of hidden nerves that L was inciting, making him bite deep into his lower lip and squeeze his eyes shut.
A current that could only be closely related to annihilation ripped through his midsection, and Raito couldn't breathe for those time-splitting seconds as his orgasm hit him fiercely, that rush of too-much-all-at-once making him suddenly collapse on the bed, while the increasing movement behind him stole the reprieve he desperately needed.
L came some breathtaking seconds later, and Raito nearly bit through his tongue when L tangled one of his legs with his and made that knee swipe across the bed in widening, the stretch making him constrict even tighter around L and retching out the kind of sounds Raito was sure would have made any listener think he was killing the detective.
For Raito, the room was a bleary mess of spots and circles afterwards, his mind a complete blank, like if he tried to even recall his own name, it would slip through his fingers. It was a first for him, for sure, and it was both frightening and strangely liberating.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you." He heard L's voice, quiet and soothing coming from somewhere to his right.
He couldn't even recall when the detective had pulled out, too over-stimulated to the point where he was starting to feel warm numbness envelope nerve endings, and creating that sensation of slowly being drowned in sleep…Damn, if he wasn't careful there was a very serious chance of getting addicted to this sated feeling. He could hook L with it, but he could not trap himself by the same standards. Though there was nothing wrong with enjoying it when it was placed in front of him, but the problem would be in seeking it out for his own want. That would definitely be off-limits.
Lulling his head in L's direction, Raito stared at him tiredly through the fall of his bangs and prematurely made an attempt at coherency that went along the lines of, "Good god."
L, who was currently looking up at the ceiling, flicked his eyes over to him and got that amused look on his face. "I think I lost some IQ points." He drawled and rubbed his head like those supposed IQ points would be there. "I'll have to ask Raito-kun to give them back now."
Raito smirked at that. "What makes you think I took them?"
L shifted on his side, pillowing his head on an arm and practically cuddling into the mattress below. "I have a strong suspicion that Raito-kun is a succubus," he said out of nowhere and stared boldly at him.
Raito might be punched from the overwhelming sex, but it would be a rainy day in the Shinigami realm when he let L get away with that one. "An incubus, you mean?"
"I forgot which is which," L told him and closed his eyes. "Those lost IQ points are really starting to get to me."
Raito would have rolled his eyes if he had the energy.
"But its okay," L continued on, "tomorrow I'll just have to ask Raito-kun what he is," and then, when it almost seemed like he was finished, L peeked one of his eyes open.
"Are you going to blame me for something else now?" Raito gave him a look that dared him to try.
"No, I was just going to wish Raito-kun a good night."