For some reason, it was harder to be male and pregnant at the same time than L would have thought. He would have thought (hoped, prayed to whatever God there was) that it would be different. It only made sense that it would differ from female pregnancies. He thought that it should be the exact opposite—maybe instead of his body creating estrogen, it would create more testosterone so that he'd be more…-dare he say it?—male. It was so stupid, though.

He didn't know why he would have assumed something like that, because pregnancy was pregnancy, whether female or male. There was no changing it, and certainly no denying it. He really wanted to do that sometimes, too. But then he was reminded with the mood swings that he would have to dismiss to the force as L just being a bad mood. Maybe it was the weather…

He also had to hide the fact that he was basically chaining Raito to a bed so that he couldn't touch him, but even keeping the other men out of his room was easier than… this.

At the end of the night, he would mentally scold himself for letting his emotions get in the way so much, break down and sob about his cake not being sweet enough, then Watari would come in with some tissues and more dessert with a hot cup of coffee, just as he liked it. When he was done with that, Watari would walk him to his room, lead Raito into another room so that L could sleep alone, and bid him good night. Then finally, L would curl up as he usually did, gaze into the darkness until his body disobeyed him once again, and forced him to sleep.

Raito wasn't having very much fun, either. He tried to get L to look into his eyes just once and try to talk to him when he came in. Instead, he either ignored him or "accidentally" pushed into him or stepped on him. L was just trying to make his life hell… But it wasn't like he made L… pregnant... on purpose! He didn't know what would happen if he fucked him. Now the crazy detective acted like he'd had it planned out all along.

So, for the next two weeks, he was cold-hearted and rude to him, only unchaining him so he could eat and move to the other room. Even then, he only had about five minutes. He was so hungry most of the time and so humiliated that he couldn't help but wish for L's death. Maybe if he thought about it enough, it would happen.

However, he thought about it all the time, but it never happened.

And so, when L came to sit down in front of him with a plate full of food, Raito thought that maybe it would just get shoved in his face. He scowled and moved back a little. "What are you doing?"

L stared at him for a moment before he put the plate down in front of him, then crawled onto the bed, snuggling into the pillows. Raito turned his head to look curiously at the lump in the covers. What the hell? He decided he was going to be nice now? For how long? L and his damned moods…

He growled softly to himself and pushed himself up on his feet and gritted his teeth, feeling his legs stiffening. He almost fell over again because his legs were asleep, but let himself fall onto the bed instead. He looked at L, thinking he might just kick him off, but he didn't even move.

Raito swallowed thickly and sat up, glaring at the chain that was cuffed around his left wrist. It was keeping him from moving too much, but he was on the bed, so he could finally get some decent sleep…

If only he could keep himself from touching L.

He stared over at the detective, curled up near the pillows. He hadn't had sex in two weeks, and that was punishment enough. Neither of them had been touched in two weeks. Watari was always watching him, so it wasn't like he could take care of his problem himself…

He heard L made a cute sleepy moan and bit his lip. He could already feel a throbbing between his legs. Damn him for making him wait so long. Misa wouldn't have done that to him, but then again, he really didn't have any interest in her whatsoever. L was lucky that he was still useful, because then he would be DEAD.

L moaned again and Raito scowled. He had to be doing it on purpose, the bastard. The brunette watched as L's fingers started to dig into the sheets, tensing and shaking a little. Oh God…

Raito moved forward a little, nudging L onto his back, using his free hand to trail all over his body. If he was going to be a tease, asleep or not, Raito would take him.

He brushed his fingers over the bulge in L's pants, getting an immediate reaction. L arched his back and turned his face to the side, lifting his hips into his hand. Raito smirked and leaned forward, pushing one hand into the back pocket of his pants. L seemed to like that too, even though he was just trying to find he damn key.

He grinned when he found the small key, using it to set his left wrist free. He looked down at L and pushed his hand into his pants, messing with the hem of his boxers, using his other hand to push his shirt up to play with his nipples.

"Uhnn… Raito—" He got louder as Raito finally pulled his boxers down and wrapped his lips around his throbbing member. L's fingers dug into the sheets, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. It seemed like he might finish earlier than usual, but at least he might shut the hell up. Raito hummed around him, lapping his precum from his tip…

Suddenly he felt a stinging on his face and pulled back, touching his cheek and licking his lips. What now? He looked at L, frowning deeply. Well, apparently, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

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L writhed under Raito, wrapping his legs around his waist. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting. He didn't try or want to stop the noises that were passing his lips. It felt so good, and he didn't have a problem showing him how much he was enjoying it. "Uhnn… Raito—" He gasped, his hips lifting completely off the bed as Raito went deeper, pounding mercilessly into him. He felt the boys' warm hand wrap around his member, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Oh, God… He heard him hum, and somehow that made him nearly go over the edge…

He opened his eyes, staring down at Raito, who looked a little busy. He stayed in a daze for a moment, thinking he might still be dreaming. He closed his eyes once more, moving his hips a bit, but soon realized that he was NOT asleep. He could have done a lot of things but only chose one.

He could have went along with it and let Raito finish his business, but it might not end there. L wasn't' willing to be his fuck buddy anymore and he was definitely going to let him know that.

He also could have just started to freak out, but he chose to jolt up and slap him hard across the face. He pulled the covers over himself, glaring at Raito. He grit his teeth, his eyes started to water. He almost regretted not letting him finish. Now they both had a problem. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, already feeling around his pocket for his phone to call Watari. He hadn't seen Watari mad very much, but he knew his caretaker was getting sick of the brunette, too.

Raito narrowed his eyes and grabbed L's wrists, letting out a low growl. He knew he wasn't exactly helping the situation like this, but he couldn't let Watari know what was happening. He didn't want to go back into that damned room by himself again. "L, just listen to me for a few damn minutes! You don't understand—"

"WATARI!" L tried to squirm away from him, but Raito pinned him against the mattress.

"Stop it! I told you…" He roughly pressed his lips against the detective, feeling him go still and return it with heated passion. Raito pulled back slightly, looking down at him with an irritated look on his face. What was he, bipolar? L either hated him or he didn't. He couldn't want to get rid of him then just melt when Raito showed him some sort of affection.

… For the first time in my life, I feel like an idiot. He leaned back down again, kissing him tenderly, watching as L's face went from angry to relaxed and entangled his fingers in his hair, being just a bit rougher than he probably needed to. L moaned softly, his hand disappearing somewhere in his pants. Raito waited for the detective to kick of his pants and let the brunette continue what he was trying to do before, but he did the opposite.

L pushed at Raito's chest, frowning, though his eyes looked clouded. "Watari will be here in approximately fifteen seconds. He won't be happy to see you like this."

Raito's eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused, but then, exactly fifteen second later, Watari opened the door. Raito looked between L and Watari, and had half a mind to punch the bastard in his face. He gave him a dark look and removed himself from the detective, a deep frown on his face. "You did that on purpose," he growled, standing still as L got the key back and handcuffed both of Raito's wrists together.

"Of course, Yagami-kun. You didn't think that I'd just let my guard down because of you, did you?" L watched as Watari took the teenager out of the room, then curled up again, pulling his knees to his chest. He had been so stupid. How could he let himself sleep when that brat was around? He knew he shouldn't have given him any chances, but he'd thought… Raito would never change. He was Kira; why would he be any different now? L would need extra protection from him now, but he didn't know if he was even going to keep the child, or even let it be born in the first place.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes widening. It was too early for it to even be considered human. It would matter if he got an abortion… would it? But then… he'd be just like Kira if he thought like that. It would still be a baby. It was a living, breathing thing, even if it didn't look like a real baby yet.

But he certainly couldn't keep it. It would always be in danger, there would be risks. So he obviously had to give it away to someone. But who? And what if he got too attached to it? He groaned, pulling at his hair. He certainly wouldn't give it to Raito. He was still be accused of being Kira, and he wasn't stupid enough to let the boy trick the poor kid into believing that what Kira was doing was actually good.

He'd have to give it up to someone he knew and trusted… Someone that would never turn their back on him, even if it meant sacrificing themselves if they didn't…

He pressed his lips together. He knew who would be able to take care of the baby once it was born, but… was he still even alive? He hadn't talked to the man in years, and what if he was in some kind of trouble? What if, for some reason, Kira had already killed him?

He sighed heavily and shook his head, wrapping his arms around his stomach. There had to be someone else. Anyone else…

He closed his eyes and nibbled on his thumb, trying to think of someone responsible. Watari was the first person on his mind, but even if Watari wanted to retire after the Kira case was solved, he knew the man would still want to be at his side. He wouldn't be at his side all the time but they'd still be in the same place, and it was still just as dangerous.

But why was he even thinking about it so soon? There were good orphanages it could be put in, and once L did that, he'd never have to worry about it again. He wouldn't have to look at it, touch it, or think of it. Ever.

But why did that suddenly make him so sad?

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He felt pain everywhere.

His head was pounding, his limbs felt too heavy to move, and it felt like the thing inside his stomach was trying to tear itself out. He screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get someone, anyone to hear him and take him to the nearest damn hospital. He was going to die along with the baby if he didn't get help now.

He didn't hear any footsteps, and no one else was in the room with him. "Watari!" He paused, holding his breath to hear him coming down the hall. He was old, but if L was in trouble, he would come running into the room.

For the next few minutes, he heard nothing but his own agonizing screaming coming from his throat and his pleads for SOMEONE to come and find him. "P-Please… make it stop…" he sobbed, clutching at his stomach. He went quiet again, hearing someone approaching the room. Finally. Someone is coming to…

He opened his eyes to look up, expecting to see Watari, but he saw red-brown eyes and a malicious smile. He whimpered and tried to sit up and move away, but his body just felt so heavy and useless. "N-no… No! WATARI! It's Raito! He's going to KILL us!"

Raito laughed softly and bent down by the bed, putting his hand on L's stomach. "I would never hurt our child, L. He's too important to Kira…" A sharp dagger was suddenly in his hand, and L felt his hope dwindling down to nothing. "But you… you're useless." He held the dagger high and L's eyes squeezed shut.

When he opened them again, he was in a hospital. He felt a pressure on his stomach, and some… pulling. He tried to look down, but a white curtain blocked his view. If it was already time, then he knew what was happening. He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes again, gripping at the covers. It had to almost be over… it had to. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, not knowing… And what happened to Raito?

He heard crying and felt a pulling at his stomach again, and sigh of relief blowing past his lips. The curtain was removed, and he saw the doctor, but just barely. He was so tired…

"Congratulations, Ryuuzaki! It's a girl!"

L felt like he should have been happy, but he wouldn't feel that way until he could hold it. He weakly reached out, but the doctor moved back.

"Ah-ah-ah, L… She's mine. You didn't want her in the first place… You won't have to look at her, touch her, or think about her ever again."

"N… No! Raito, you can't do this to me!" Again, he tried to sit up, but he was pushed back down by Kira.

"Goodbye, Itoshii."

L saw a splatter of blood and looked down, a dagger in his chest. It wasn't there the whole time. "K… Kira…"

Kira tilted his head back and laughed loudly, and L screamed once more before everything went black and he…

"NO!" L sat up in the bed, clawing and looking around. "Give her back! GIVE HER BACK!" He was pushed back down, but he fought back. He had to kick and bite and punch to get the baby back. He couldn't let her go…

"Ryuuzaki! Calm down! You're going to hurt Watari-san!"

L's eyes opened and he stilled, looking up at Raito and Watari. So… it had all been a dream… Just a dream… But he still couldn't let Raito near him. He would try to take his child away. He shook his head and sat up, moving away from him. "Y-you… get out…"

Raito's eyebrows furrowed and he tried to move forward to hold him, but L let out a scream that hurt the teen's ears.

"I said get out! Get out NOW!"

Raito stumbled back, quickly getting out of the room. He wondered if L had lost it as he stayed outside the door and pressed his ear to the wood.

L curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach again. He heard Watari's voice and how he tried to comfort him, but it was no use. L's whole body was trembling, and it felt as if Raito really had stuck that dagger into his chest. "H-He… He took her from me… He wouldn't even let me hold her, not once… She sounded so scared…" He pushed Watari's hands away, wanting to just disappear into the mattress until his body and mind calmed down. Instead, he hid his face in the pillow, grabbing another one to hold it close to his chest. "Watari… we have to make sure… Raito never sees that child…"

He didn't know if Watari nodded, or if he had actually left already, but he didn't get a response back. He closed his eyes once more, and when they opened them again, there was a fresh, hot cup of tea on the night stand next to the bed.

I know that this probably isn't what you guys were expecting, but this is what I came up with, and I really just wanted to get this chapter up here. If you dont' like it, well... too bad. I'm not changin' a thing. XP But things will get better. Eventually. Raito MIGHT realize his mistakes, AND that he loves L more than he loves being Kira, but that's really OOC. I don't have a problem with that, but there are picky biatches that are like "Whatever, ho! He would NEVER do that." And do that finger snapping thing. :D

Anyway, reviews are appreciated... Flames are not. So... just be nice. Not really in the mood for immature people that have nothing better to do than be asses because they think someone else's IMAGINATION (I'm just doing this for fun, I don't own anything, I'm not going to change anything in the real anime/manga, since the series is COMPLETE) sucks. So yes. Review. :)

Also, itoshii means 'lover'.