Chapter 5

Still Not Gettin' Any

Once L had finally released his death grip on Mail's hair, the red head looked up, licking his lips and gave the older teen a cheeky grin. "Better?"

L let himself fall back against the bed. He ran a hand through his black hair, panting, waiting to come down from his high. "Much, thank you" was his response once he had managed to find his voice. Mail smiled in return. He was glad he could be of some use to L. The guy always gave him so much, But Mail could never give much in return, except a good blowjob now and then. He had probably spaced out because he suddenly felt L's warm fingers against his cheek. His dark green eyes snapped up to look into L's almost black ones.

"Stop thinking that way, you are of plenty use to me," He said firmly, and Mail only smiled. Leave it to L to be creepy.

Mail shook his head with a soft laugh, and moved off the floor to sit beside L. "Ya know, its really creepy the way you do that"

L looked shocked, as if he had been wrongly accused of eating children, or something to that extent. "Do what?"

"Dude, you read my thoughts, its creepy" he said with a strained voice. He was trying not to laugh at the look on L's face. The older teen merely shrugged his thin shoulders. "You're just predictable" The red head huffed at this, and got up turning so he was standing in front of L.

He hunched over slightly and placed his thumb to his lips, and then, said in a very L like voice. "Oh, I'm L, and I can read peoples minds. That's so not creepy"

L frowned, and moved his thumb away from his lips, realizing that he did do that quite a bit. "You're immature..." he mumbled, sitting up straight now. "And I don't talk like that,"

Mail laughed. "You so do," he kept his thumb pressed to his lips. "And you suck your thumb. Normal? Not creepy? Totally" the last word dripped with sarcasm.

The dark haired teen narrowed his eyes, and stood up to his full height, staring down the red head who took a cautious step back. "H-hey, I was just kid!-" he was cut off when L's lips were pressed roughly against his own. L's hands moved up to Mail's shoulder and he shoved him back hard against his door, lips still working together.
This went on for a few minutes, before the two had to breathe and L pulled back from the kiss leaving the two panting and breathless.

"Were is your sense of humor now?" L whispered in a low almost hoarse voice.

The redhead blushed. L had just showed him up big time, in his own area of expertise no less. As far as he was concerned L wasn't the one that went around screwing around with other guys for money. Or did he? No. Just him. He let a quiet sigh leave his parted lips before looking up at the older teen.

"Same place as my dignity," he whispered back. He pressed himself closer to L, reaching up and pulling L down into a soft kiss. "Out the window..." he finished before attacking L's lips with his own.

L pressed the redhead against the door. He ran his pale hands down his sides reveling in the slight shiver that followed. He reached up and drew the zipper of Mail's striped hoodie down. It was pushed off the younger teens shoulders and left to crumple on the hard wood floor, followed be an equally striped t-shirt. L stared down into green eyes, the kiss having been broking for the shirt to be removed. He was surprised at what he saw in them. Fear. To say he was confused was an understatement.

"What is it?" he asked, brow furrowed slightly.

Mail's breathing was coming in quick pants. "I-I..." he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Is that what you wanted?" he managed to say without stuttering. "This is what you had planned, for tonight?"

L blinked, his face returning to its usual smooth expressionless state. "It is exactly what I had planned," he replied, voice calm. "Is there something wrong?"

"I...I don't want to go that far yet, " his voice was just above a whisper.

Dark eyes narrowed. L took a step back so as to take in Mail's sentence. "You don't want to go that far yet," he echoed. "Tell me, Mail, when you're out flaunting yourself to the other boys at school, do you tell them the same thing? Play the innocent little boy and then let them have their way with you?" His voice was as cold as ice, sharp as razors. They cut Mail deep. He gasped, at his tone.

The redhead's green eyes welled up with tears, but none fell. "What?...what are you trying to say, L?"

"I'm saying you're just a cheap Whore!" he snapped. "We've been going out for 4 months, and we've never had sex, But you go out and do it with every other male in the school! Is it because I don't pay you?" His voice went up a single octave, but it wasn't loud enough to be considered shouting. It was just harsh, and cold.

Dark eyes, held Mails green ones. There was only silence. Neither of them spoke for what seemed like hours. That is until L decided the silence was a little too loud for his liking, so he took matters into his own hands and cut through its thick layer with a quick snap of, "Is it?!" Mail flinched at this, letting a single tear slide down his cheek.

"N-no...I'm.." he was cut off by a sob he hadn't realized he had been holding back. "I'm still a virgin, L" He sniffled, and looked at L to see if his expression had changed at all. It hadn't. The older teen looked indifferent, merely waiting patiently for the other to finish. "I haven't had sex with anyone. D-do you really think that's what I've been doing?...I..I just give them well..y-you know..." he paused to take in a deep breath. "That's all..."

L's face softened. But only slightly. "Don't you trust me?" The sound of the redheads desperate tone made him sigh in defeat. "Ok, I believe you, I'm sorry for blowing up like that, I just..."

"I know," Mail wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm just scared, okay?"

L moved the redheads hand away, and set to wiping away the tears himself. He had caused them, so he would clean them up. "I understand" He sighed, his warm breath tickling Mail's cheeks.

He moved his eyes down just staring at the floor and L's bare feet. "We can try..."

L raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Mail sighed. "I said: We can try"

No sooner had the words left the redheads lips before he found himself laying flat across the soft blue sheets of L's bed. L loomed over him, his eyes almost sparkling in excitement. "You're sure?"

Mail resisted the urge to laugh. L knew he couldn't say no to him now. He nodded, giving the dark haired teen a small reassuring smile. "I'm sure. Be gentle with me though,"

L wasted no time. He leaned forward to place a soft kiss to Mail's lips, before trailing warm kisses along his jawline, and down his neck. Hearing the redheads gasps and whimpers gave him confidence, and he gradually began to nip and suck at the sensitive skin. He trailed his lips lower, down Mail's bare chest, flicking his tongue at one of his pink nipples. L gave an uncharacteristic chuckle at feeling Mail's fingers tangle in his hair. He took it between his teeth and rubbed his tongue gently against it, while one of his hands reached up to roll the other between two fingers.

Mail arched his back, eyes shut tight as a loud moan slipped from his parted lips. The fingers in L's hair tightened their hold as the older teen ground their hips together. "L!..." he gasped. L stopped his ministrations to look up at the redheads blushing face. "Do you want me to just get it over with?" He whispered.

Mail nodded, swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry throat. "Yeah..." Why was he so nervous? It was just L. He was always careful with him. He wouldn't hurt him would he? No, course not.

L placed three fingers to the younger teens lips. "Suck..." a light blush spread across both of their cheeks at L's bluntness. Mail parted his lips though and let L slide them into his mouth. He sucked, running his tongue over the digits. L shivered at the sensation. He pulled them back once he was sure they were coated with enough saliva.

"Now," L said looking into Mail's glassy green eyes. "Relax, breathe, okay?" he waited for the redhead to nod before he himself took a deep breath, and slid a single finger into the younger teens tight entrance.

"Ngh..." Mail made a sound of discomfort in the back of his throat. It wasn't that bad, it just felt weird. There was no pain, that is until a second finger was forced in to join the first. "Ow..." he groaned.

L kissed his forehead as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of him at a slow pace. "It will get better, relax" he slid the third finger in and proceeded to stretch him out. Mail kept his expression as relaxed as possible, not wanting L to feel bad and stop just because he was in pain. And almost as if reading his thoughts, L asked,
"Are you in pain?"

The redhead shook his head. "No, I'm fine" he lied. L studied the youngers' face for a few seconds before deciding he could live with the answer, and pulled his fingers out. "Very well," He stood, stepping out of his pants and boxers, his shirt quickly followed, and Mail wondered briefly when the older teen had pulled them back on. Then again, he hadn't even noticed that his own pants and boxers had lay only a few inches away from him on the floor the whole time. Wow, L was good. That, or he really wasn't paying attention.

The bed dipped as L climbed back on. He moved himself between Mail legs, moving them so they were around his waist. He moved up, elbows on either side of Mails head. Their faces only a few inches apart. Mail felt something press against him, and he quickly reached up to clutch at L's shoulders. "Wait!!" he shouted.

L stopped his movements. "What is it?" He asked, voice strained. It was taking all his strength not to slam into him right there. But then, that would be rape. And rape wouldn't be a good way to start his first year of college as a criminology major, now would it?

"If it hurts to much, will you stop?" The words came out in a rush, as if he were afraid L would lose his patience and just continue on.

L mentally groaned. He wasn't so sure he'd be able to stop himself. He had been wanting to get the redhead into bed since the 2nd month of their relationship. But, if it was the only way of even getting any, then he'd agree to his conditions. "I will," he positioned himself again, pressing against his entrance.

"Wait!!" Mail shouted again, his grip tightening to the point of bruising on L's shoulders. And the older teen moaned in annoyance.

"What is it, Mail?"

"You promise?" he whispered, voice trembling. He looked up into L's dark lust filled eyes.

L looked into the younger teen's green eyes. He was so innocent. He almost felt bad for wanting to take it away. Almost. "I promise, now, if there aren't anymore questions may I continue?"

The redhead nodded, arms sliding around L's neck, pulling him down into a deep passionate kiss. It caught L off guard, but only for a second. He pressed himself against Mail's entrance, slowly pushing past the ring of muscle. He was still so tight even after stretching him out, he had to force himself in with a single hard thrust. Bad idea. This caused the redhead beneath him to pull away from the kiss, and scream bloody murder.

"AHHHHHHH!!"

L winced at the sound. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Were his only thoughts. He was careful not to move a muscle. "Mail, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He mentally slapped himself for asking such a stupid question. "Mail, please, shhhh..." he whispered against the younger teens ear soothingly. "Shhh, its ok, relax, don't tense up...Ah!, don't do that! you're hurting yourself more!" L said, though it felt great the way Mail's inner walls were clenching around him.

"L, please! It hurts! s-stop please!!" the boy shouted. Tears were spilling freely down his cheeks, staining the light blue bedsheets a dark blue where they fell. "Please"
he choked out.

L groaned. No, no, no, no, no, was there no god?! He sighed, still making sure to keep himself as still as possible. "Mail, it hurts because you're tensing up, just breathe and relax" Oh, he wanted nothing more than to pull out and slam back into him. It should be illegal for someone to feel so good. Maybe if he started moving, he would get use to the pain? Yes, maybe. Worth a shot. He slowly began to move himself out, inch by inch.

Mail moaned in relief at thinking L was going to pull out of him, but boy was he wrong. The moan only egged L on, thinking his little plan was working after all.
He pulled out until only the head of his shaft was inside the younger teen before slamming back inside, expecting a moan, or gasp, or something. But instead only got another scream of pain.

"L! OH GOD STOP!!" And L again sighed in defeat. At this point, the cops would be busting down his bedroom door, thinking he was killing someone. The dark haired teen pulled out, and kissed the redheads sweaty forehead. "Shh, its ok, we won't do it anymore"

Once Mail had calmed down enough to talk, he opened his eyes, and gazed up at L's worried expression. "S-s-sorry..." he mumbled. To his surprise L smiled and kissed his forehead again.

"Don't be. It was my fault. I should have been a little more patient," he rolled over to lay beside him and pulled him close against him. "Don't worry, I won't try that until you're ready to try again"

Mail nodded. He curled up against L, snuggling his face into the crook of L's neck. "I really am sorry though, I know how much you wanted-"

"Shh, We'll try again when you're ready" L kissed the top of Mails head, his fingers tracing slow intricate patterns along the redheads spine. "Lets get you dressed,
okay?" he murmured against his hair. He received no answer. Mail made no move to get up. L blinked and looked down at the boy in his arms. A warm smile spread across his lips. "I suppose you deserve a nap after that," He moved, slowly as to not wake him, and went to his closet for a blanket. He covered Mails pale naked body with it and got himself dressed. He leaned over and kissed Mails cheek, and made his way out of the room to find himself something sweet to eat.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, or even if he was really awake. The room was dark, and there was absolutely no noise whatsoever. Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he turned toward the light at the other end of the room. A dark figure sat silently in front of the T.V with their knee's pulled up to their chest. L. The T.V cast its pale light over him. He saw that he had his thumb pressed to his lips, thinking no doubt. Mail began to sit up. He got only half way before pain shot up his spine and he let himself drop back down onto the sheets with a groan.

L's head quickly snapped in his direction. He was then sitting beside him in flash. His cool fingers felt nice against his warm cheek. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, you would be in pain for a while," he said slightly amused.

"Oh really?" he grumbled in response. He sighed, and placed his arm over his eyes. "How long did I sleep for?"

The bed shifted as L moved to lay down beside him, propped up on one elbow. "A few hours. You would think you had just had a long workout the way you slept."

Mail snorted. "Keeping your sexual desires at bay is a workout"

L chuckled. His fingers trailed up and buried themselves in Mail's red locks. "You'll live"

They lay there that way for a while. L idly running his fingers through Mail's hair, and Mail just laying there, listening to the quiet beating of L's heart. They were interrupted when the song "Bring Me to Life" started playing. It was muffled, but still distinct. "My mom," he said, trying to sit up. No good. L pushed him back down and stood from the bed. "I'll get it" Mail sighed. "Pants..."

L went to Mail's jeans and picked them up, quickly taking the phone out of the back pocket, and tossing it onto the bed where it landed beside the redhead. There was a mumbled "thanks" before Mail slid the phone open and brought up to his ear. "S'up Ma, did you need something?"

"M-mail, baby, can you ask L to let y-you spend the night Saturday too?..." His mother sounded desperate, and pleading. At least, from what L could hear, thats how she sounded. He saw Mail sit bolt upright, his face twisting in pain, but he didn't vocalize it.

"Mom, why? Whats wrong? Do you need me to come home?" Mail said frantically. "I'll just tell L to drive me over, Ma, tell me whats wrong"

"No s-sweety, every thing's fine, stay" The line went dead, and Mail growled as he slid his phone shut with more force than necessary. "Damn it! She hung up on me!"

Something was wrong. Very wrong. L went to sit beside him, one hand placed gently on the redheads knee to calm him down. "You don't think?" he whispered.

Mail nodded. It had to be. There was no other reason his mother would sound so broken and frantic. She was begging him to stay away from the house, and that could only mean one thing. "Alessandro, is back..." he spat the name out bitterly. The name of his father. He had left a month ago and hadn't been back. But there was no doubt in his mind that the bastard was back and even more hell bent on beating the shit out of both him and his mother. Mail wasn't going to sit back and hide like when he was a child. No, not this time. "I need to go," he stood up, again ignoring the pain the shot up his spine.

L watched as he went about the room, gathering his clothes and throwing them on as he found them. The redhead stepped into his Converse and was halfway out the door when L stopped him.

"I'll go with you"

Mail looked over his shoulder, looking the older teen over for a second before shaking his head, no. "No, L. The last thing I want is for you to end up getting hurt"

L smiled, a knowing smile. "Don't you want a ride?"

The redhead blinked. A defeated sigh left his lips. "Right, the faster the better, lets go" He walked out the door, his footsteps loud against the wooden floorboards.

L stood ready to go after him, but he stopped short of the door, and turned back to nightstand. He pulled the drawer open, and pulled something heavy and silver out of it. It disappeared inside the front pocket of his jeans and so did he, out the door, and into the dark hallway.

1. You read correctly. Matt does go out and does stuff for money, and L doesn't mind...Much.

2. I have always loved the name Alessandro. Its the Italian version of Alexander.

A/N: Sorry if they are a bit OOC. I try hard to keep them in character, but some parts are necessary, I suppose.

I'm so paranoid, do you guys like it so far? Yes, no? I'm thinking of stopping this, I'm not sure. If you guys really do like it and want me to continue I will, let me know though, kay? 'Cause with no feedback I don't know to keep going or not.

Well, I might be a little slow on updating, most likely not because I have a serious Sasori complex. I hate to keep people waiting. Besides, I'll need to keep myself busy, so that I don't finish off "Breaking Dawn" too quickly. Sigh...books never last around me, I read too fast for my own good. Especially if its something I'm really into. Anywho, i'll shut up now.

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Matty.