So I had not realized how long it's been since I touched this. It didn't seem like six years, but due to certain events and deaths, I really could just not bring myself to write very much. BUT I've pretty much got my life back in order now, and I feel like being evil to L and Light. So. Let the baby making continue!

I re-read this and I'll probably rewrite it someday. It doesn't seem very well written.. I apologize for the things that don't make sense and the EXTREME OOC-ness of everything. 18 year old me was special indeed. XD;

Read on!

L was starting to show a little, but only Raito could tell. The others wouldn't have paid attention to the slight bump in the detective's stomach, but the teen had memorized every inch of that wonderfully tight, pale body, that he, of course, knew better.

A month had gone by, and L barely acknowledged his existence. When he left the last time, he expected him to kick him off the team, for Watari to report the lecherous activity between himself and the detective... But nothing happened. Everything was the same, except for the fact that L ignored him unless he absolutely had to speak to him.

That made him wonder... Did L still, deep, deep down, want him around? It was either that, or he allowed him to stay on the team to watch Kira. Raito wanted to believe the first option, especially when he often saw the older man subconsciously rubbing his belly when he was deep in thought. Raito found himself wanting to touch it - to touch L again, but knew that he could never get alone with him again.

Or so he thought.

One afternoon, he saw L stand up out of the corner of his eye, and felt a light hand on his arm. "Follow me." He said quietly, leaving the room. Raito blinked owlishly, but didn't give it a second thought as he followed him out of the room. He stopped when he saw L open up a closet a few yards down the hallway and disappear inside it. Warning bells started to go off in his head and he hesitated. What could he possibly be doing in there? For a moment, he wondered if he had planned some kind of attack. In his overly emotional state, Raito couldn't put it past him, but that was so unlike him. Well - it was also unlike a man to get pregnant.

After a moment's hesitation, he followed him inside, and felt his jeans tighten immediately. He could have come at the sight, but he had to control himself.

L was bent over slightly, his pants and boxers on the floor, his perfect and (slightly rounder from the last time he saw it) ass sticking out, his back arched as his hands were against the wall, his legs spread enough that he could see his eager entrance. Raito nearly pounced right then and there.

L didn't say anything as Raito approached him, his body shaking in want, not looking back at him, but his gaze directed at the floor. The teen reached out, trailing his fingers over his cheeks, cupping them as he squeezed and parted them to part them slightly. He hummed, hearing L gasped oh so softly. He must have been holding back for a long time, because he was rock hard. "You want me to fuck you." It wasn't a question.

The detective didn't say anything, but Raito heard him swallow thickly.

"I will... But next time I come to you, you cannot deny me. In fact, you can't deny me ever again." He felt his body tense a little in excitement at his words and he smirked. This side of L liked to be controlled, it seemed, and Raito liked to control him. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers brushing tenderly against his stomach, biting his lip as he felt his expression soften somewhat.

L frowned, grabbing his hand. "No-"

"Maybe we should get back to work, then."

He went silent again and let go of his hand, pushing his hand against the wall again.

Raito chuckled, kissing his shoulder. "Good... Now, what do you want?"

L whispered something, his voice cracking.

"What was that?"

L swallowed again, and he could hear the shame mixed with arousal in his voice. "Fuck me."

Raito shed his pants and loosened the collar on his shirt before he grabbed his visibly rounder hips with both hands and slammed himself inside him. His eyes fluttered shut as they rolled back. L was so deliciously tight, warm and wet on the inside that he nearly weeped. This was even better than the first time L let him have him.

He started to thrust evenly at first, hearing L grunt every so often and gasp softly, trying to hold back. He didn't want Raito to hear him - this was completely physical, and he just wanted release. Raito started to become rougher, his thrusts turning erractic, his member doing more than brushing up against his prostate. He wanted L begging him again, moaning and writhing shamelessly underneath him again.

"Ahh! N-no... That hurts." he groaned finally, his hands starting to slip from the wall. "Yagami-"

Raito slid out of him, and he thought L was going to lose it. He stood a little straighter, reaching for his member desperately. Raito grabbed him and turned him around, shoving him against the wall. "I want to see your face." He growled, lifting L's leg, teasing his entrance with the head of his arousal. He wanted him to ride him like he was nothing more than a slut, but he needed him to give in first.

"Fine." He said, moving his hips to suck him in again, his hands on his shoulders. "Please, Yagami-kun..."

He grabbed his chin roughly, starting to slowly press against him. "That's not what you call me."

L squirmed even more. "Raito. Please."

Raito lifted his left leg high and slid inside him again, feeling L tighten to the point where it almost hurt to thrust in and out. "You were... wanting this all month, weren't you? You can't get by, by yourself. You need me... You want me."

"Yes... yes." he whispered, his eyebrows knitted slightly as he let Raito fuck him for all the was worth.

"You'll never push me away again, will you?" He said, a red gleam in his eyes.

L felt his throat tighten as he looked up at him, wishing he had the willpower to finish this by himself. "Nnn... No." He caved, knowing that he was wrong for this.

Raito captured his lips in a possessive kiss, overjoyed to be a part of L again - whether he liked it or not. After a few more quick, rough thrusts, he came inside the detective, hammering his prostate. This made L reach climax, tossing his head back, crying out. His body relaxed, letting go of Raito's member. He sagged against the wall, looking down, his hair hiding his expression mostly.

The teen pulled back, looking at him for a moment, before he knelt down, his hands on L's sides as he pressed his lips against his slightly swollen stomach. "It's mine too, and you won't keep me from it." he looked up at him to see a dark blush over L's face, looking sad and defeated. He stood up again. "I can take care of you, L. You aren't allowed to be selfish and distant anymore." With that, he pulled his pants back up, fixing his shirt and his hair quickly before leaving L, some of his lover's juices sliding down his thighs.

Next chapter will probably be filled with some nice fluff and L giving in a little more to our favorite sociopath. Til nextime~