Yagami Raito turned over for the fifth time and admitted defeat, staring at the ceiling; he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. He just couldn't seem to get comfortable, and the reason stemmed from the handcuff fastened securely around his wrist.

No matter how he positioned himself, he could always feel the cold, hard metal digging into his sensitive skin, making the blue veins along the inside of his wrist stand out glaringly against his atypically pale skin.

The countless hours spent indoors in front of a computer screen had taken away most of the noticeable tan Raito had gained steadily in the last few years. This lack of sun exposure and its effects on his skin coupled with his lack of sleep had led to Raito looking eerily similar to the peculiar man handcuffed to him. L.

Raito glanced at the other side of the bed to see L in his signature sitting position, illuminated by the glow of a laptop screen.

As he made to turn his head slowly back to the ceiling, Raito's eyes suddenly widened comically as he glimpsed what L was watching on his laptop with an unblinking gaze—pornography. Not just any pornography either. L's stare was currently fixed on the movements of two people—two men, two very naked men apparently enjoying themselves immensely.

Raito watched as L's eyes moved quickly back and forth, mirroring the thrusting of the larger man's hips. As he tore his eyes away in shock and mortification, he noticed something else. L was sporting a very suspicious looking bulge in his wrinkled jeans, which made his sitting position look decidedly uncomfortable.

Raito had to remind himself to breathe as he furiously sorted through the thoughts flying through his head. L watched porn? L was gay? L had an erection?! It seemed preposterous that L would be so human as to have sexual desires and watch hardcore porn.

He was L! He was the world's greatest detective! He, like Raito, was above the frivolous wants and emotions of normal people. Wasn't he?

Raito had always pictured L as a force, an enemy, never as a human being. He was now being confronted with solid evidence to the contrary. Raito focused on keeping his breathing even and halting his movements as he surreptitiously watched L with critical eyes.

Blushing and breathing a bit heavily, L moved his gaze from his computer to his lap. He seemed at a loss, as if he didn't know what to do next.

Darting a quick glance at Raito, L's eyes widened a bit as they met Raito's own. Blush deepening, L made to close his laptop, but he stopped when Raito grabbed his wrist in one hand and his chin in the other, forcing L to look at the younger man.

"Raito-kun," L whispered a bit breathily, "What are you…" Raito stopped the flow of words with his lips.

Letting out a gasp, L stiffened as Raito took advantage of his open mouth, proceeding to explore the older detective's mouth with his tongue. Taking his hand off L's wrist, Raito moved his fingers to the bulge in L's trousers, running them lightly along L's length.

L pulled back swiftly, panting, mouth open in shock and arousal. "Shh, L, just let me touch you. I'll take care of you," Raito murmured soothingly.

Before L could protest, Raito unzipped the man's jeans and took L's cock into his hand. He squeezed it lightly before running his thumb over the head, smearing L's pre-come and eliciting a moan from the detective. Raito caught L's eyes as he began to stroke, moving and twisting his hand over L's arousal.

L's breathing hitched as he stared at Raito with something akin to wonder and surprise. Raito was a bit surprised himself. He'd never imagined he'd be touching another man's cock let alone touching L's cock, but here he was, pumping L rhythmically, listening to his quiet moans, taking in the flushed cheeks and glazed eyes.

L's hips jumped as Raito circled the tip of his cock, running his finger along the slit. L's moans increased in frequency and volume as Raito's hand sped up, the other rolling his balls and pressing against his perineum.

Suddenly, L's breath caught and his hips shot upward as he came, shooting his release over Raito's hand and his own chest. Both men stared at one another in silence aside from their panting. Neither seemed ready to shatter the calm moment that was really anything but.

Breaking the spell and breathing harshly, Raito wiped his hand on the sheets and cleaned L's chest, avoiding the other man's eyes. Scooting back to his own side of the bed, Raito faced away from L, resolutely shutting his eyes.

"Raito-kun?" L whispered. Raito ignored the voice and his own insistent arousal as he pondered the last few minutes.

What have I done?

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