Just a bit of god-knows-what PWP – it's yaoi, has non-consensual elements and some kink later. It's probably only going to be two or three chapters as it has no particular plot at all.

Don't expect a quick update – I know I always say that! XD But really, I need to get the older fics finished, this one happened accidentally when I was trying to do something else.

Thanks very much to recipe for insanity for beta reading :)

SPOILERS: Up to episode 18 anime/chapter 38 manga.

DISCLAIMER: Death note and its characters are not mine. Only this story is mine.

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Raito's had enough. He's been fastened up in a cell for weeks with his hands behind his back for God's sake. Finally released, he's permanently chained to his captor, the enigmatic, childlike genius that is L. There's going to be no privacy, day or night, with those huge, dark, watchful eyes examining his every move for possible signs that he's a mass-murderer.

It's been three days, most of which the boy has spent in a daze, stressed beyond belief by his confinement and the false execution that followed it; circumstances which have had the effect of troubling his sleep with constant nightmares. Now he's finally starting to return to his usual state of mind and becoming uncomfortably aware of the relentless consideration of L's unnerving gaze, calculating the percentage of him being Kira. Most of the time, that is. The rest of it, he's spent showing Raito the blueprints of the new building he's had constructed as the investigation headquarters and which they have finally moved into today, although the younger man is annoyed to find that his clothes have not yet arrived from the last hotel.

For the last hour, the detective has been showing his new housemate proudly around the suite they're to live in, pointing out such landmarks as curtains, couches and kitchen fitments with the assiduity of a bower bird seeking for a mate. Raito has smiled and approved everything, convinced that if he doesn't appease the suddenly house-proud detective, his percentage of being Kira is going to go through the roof.

At this very moment, however, Raito doesn't care if he's suspected of being Willy Wonka run amok with a chocolate grater. He's desperate. To add insult to injury, the touslehaired detective, whose personal hygiene normally leaves a lot to be desired, has dragged him into the bathroom and is insisting that they shower and bathe together. It's the last straw.

"Why, Ryuuzaki?" Raito almost wails at his pallid nemesis.

"Raito-kun has been confined in considerable discomfort for some time," L explains almost kindly. "A hot bath will help him relax and feel better."

"But – why you?" Raito mutters.

"It's normal in Japan to bathe together, isn't it, Raito-kun?" L says, head on one side, thumb almost in his mouth, which somehow fascinates the troubled boy. "Besides, I haven't showered for a few days and perhaps Raito-kun might be offended by the smell of my unwashed body, since we are going to sleep in the same bed."

Raito wants to say he's happy to go to bed with the smell of L's sweat, but decides that sounds disgustingly suggestive in a way he can't even explain to himself. He gives up and starts undressing with a sigh.

"Is something troubling Raito-kun?" L asks, pulling his own clothes off much more rapidly than his suspect does, then unfastening their handcuffs briefly so they can disentangle their shirts from the chain.

"No," Raito says. He's not sure why he can't explain what the problem is. It's embarrassing, but they're friends, aren't they? He's just spent nearly two months having his pants taken down by one detective or another every time he wanted to use the toilet. How much more embarrassed could he ever get? But still, he can't bring himself to tell Ryuuzaki about the unfortunate need that's bothering him now. Thinking of discussing – that – with the other man's wide-eyed gaze on him, seems to just make his problem worse for some reason he's at a loss to understand.

"What is it, Raito-kun?" L, naked, sidles nearer to the boy and Raito looks down at him, amazed at the sleek, toned lines of the detective's slim body, usually hidden under baggy, shapeless clothing. He's only ever seen L naked once before as they showered after their tennis match and then he wasn't really looking. He turns his head away guiltily, wondering if he's so desperate that even L is looking good to him, another man for heaven's sake and one he has to sleep with.

"Tell me, Raito-kun," L says, peering up into Raito's face interestedly.

"It's nothing, Ryuuzaki, really," Raito insists, refusing to meet the detective's eyes. He unfastens his belt and starts to undo his zipper before realising that the detective's gaze has dropped to watch these proceedings with interest.

"A little space would be nice, Ryuuzaki," the younger man says, taking a step back.

"Raito-kun does not have room to undress?"

"Oh – never mind." Raito shrugs, resigned to having the eccentric staring at his body as he gets naked. Ryuuzaki was always in his face before he was confined anyway. Sometimes literally, gazing avidly at his suspect from a distance so close, Raito could feel the singularly strange man's breath on his cheek and if he'd turned suddenly would have probably found himself kissing – he shrugs that thought away rapidly.

"Is Raito-kun going to tell me what is on his mind?" L asks again.

"Can't you just let anything go, Ryuuzaki?" Raito demands, folding his pants onto a chair and stepping into the shower. He looks around for a seat, then realises that this is a western-style shower meant for standing in.

"It's not in my nature, Raito-kun," L says, following him.

Raito sighs and does his best to ignore his annoying colleague, concentrating instead on trying to raise his aching arms high enough to wash his hair.

"Let me do that for you," L says, taking the bottle of shampoo from his friend and squirting some into Raito's hair.

"There's no need –" Raito begins.

"There is," L says, rubbing the shampoo through Raito's cinnamon locks quite gently. "I confined Raito-kun and now he is sore and uncomfortable from being restrained so long."

"It was my idea," Raito says. "Although, I didn't expect it to go on so long. Don't know why I had such a stupid idea anyway."

"Does Raito-kun like the color of the tiles in here?" L asks, his fingers soothingly massaging the boy's scalp.

"Hm?" Raito cranks one eye half-open and examines the eggshell-blue wall. "Very nice, Ryuuzaki. You seem to have put a lot of thought into this place."

"I wanted it to be how Raito-kun would like it," L explains. "So he will feel comfortable living with me and sharing everything."

"Uhm," the younger man turns his half-lidded gaze on his companion, wondering why the detective is so keen on him appreciating the decor. And – sharing everything? What exactly did that mean?

"Would Raito-kun like to tell me what is bothering him now?" L murmurs into his suspect's ear as the water rinses away the soap from his hair.

Raito sighs. He knows L isn't going to give up on this. He never does. Better to tell him the truth than leave him thinking something worse.

"I've had my hands fastened behind my back for a long time, Ryuuzaki," he explains.

L looks at him uncomprehendingly.

"I mean, I haven't been able to – do anything," Raito clarifies.

"What did Raito wish to do that he could not do?" L asks. His eyes sparkle with interest and the boy just knows what he's thinking.

"This has nothing to do with Kira, Ryuuzaki!" he snaps. "I just want to – I need to – I'm horny, damn it!"

"That seems completely normal," L says, glancing down Raito's body as though searching for evidence. "At your age, it must have been a trial to be denied access to your most sensitive parts for so long. Despite the rather interesting dreams you seemed to have from time to time."

"I did?" Raito feels himself starting to blush, embarrassingly. "Uh, well –"

"What would Raito-kun like me to do about it?" L asks, an unbelievably innocent expression on his face.

"You?" Raito steps back in amazement. "Nothing, Ryuuzaki, why would I? I just want some privacy, that's all."

"Out of the question," L says firmly, his eyes still glancing down from time to time.

"But – Ryuuzaki! I can't go on like this! It's – it's distracting!"

"I agree with Raito-kun, we cannot have him distracted from the case," L says thoughtfully. "So I ask again, what would he like me to do to alleviate his situation? Or perhaps he would like to stroke himself off. While I watch."

"God, no!" Raito exclaims. "You pervert!"

"But this is for Raito-kun's benefit, not mine," L says, looking slightly aggrieved. "I am not the one who requires sex so precipitously."

"I didn't mention sex!" Raito says, alarmed in some way he prefers not to define. "Not sex, as such."

"It's one option," L says. "Perhaps Raito-kun should think about it while we shower." He turns away, takes the shower gel and starts to wash.

Raito closes his eyes again, standing in the spray of water, considering his choices. He could just ignore the whole thing and hope the offending body part finally gives up its demands and wilts away completely. He could take care of himself with L watching his every move and he's suddenly shocked to find there's something dirtily attractive about that thought. Is he an exhibitionist, then? How eccentric! If he doesn't want that, he could ask L to – to what? Give him a hand job? Or – more? The image of L's mouth on him suddenly flashes across his mind with startling clarity and his bites his lip, leaning back against the slick wall.

"Raito-kun truly has a problem there."

Raito's eyes fly open to see L bending over, staring at his companion's groin with some fascination. The young man, face flushing, looks down at his own erection and just manages to resist covering it with his hands and making himself even more ridiculous. Has this strange man no social skills at all?

No, he answers himself as L reaches out and gives the boy's embarrassment a gentle pat.

"Uhhnn!" Raito murmurs, his hips moving involuntarily toward the touch.

"Raito-kun is enthusiastic," L comments, this time running his finger along the length.

"Ryuuzaki – no –"

"But Raito-kun's body is not saying no," L says, looking up at Raito with a smile the boy can only describe as wicked.

"I'll do it!" Raito bursts out, grabbing his cock in one hand and holding the other out toward the detective, warding him off. "I'll do it now, just leave it alone!"

"Don't be upset, Raito, you'll feel better after a nice orgasm," L says, sounding almost motherly.

Raito has to choke back giggles then stops laughing abruptly as he realises the situation he's in. Standing in the shower, holding protectively onto his family jewels and about to have to produce a climax from somewhere just to stop the damn staring detective from trying to do it for him.

He closes his eyes, feeling his face heat up even more at the thought of it. Moves his hand tentatively along his shaft.

"Raito-kun is very slow," L's voice says cheerfully. "Is he always so leisurely about this?"

"I'm not used to having somebody watching me!" Raito explains, refusing to open his eyes and watch L watching him.

"Just pretend I'm not here," L advises him. "I will merely stand here and observe. Unless you want me to – "

"How can I do that?" Raito opens his eyes and gives the ravenhaired man a nasty look. "How am I supposed to pretend you're not here when you keep talking about what I'm doing?"

"Does Raito-kun wish me to be silent?" L asks, pouting slightly, his finger poised over his bottom lip.

"Yes, that would be nice, Ryuuzaki," the auburn-haired man says sarcastically.

"I will not comment any further on Raito-kun's activities then," L offers with a heavy sigh and a plaintive look.

Raito shuts his eyes again, wondering what the hell is wrong with the man. Maybe he's a voyeur. A vocal voyeur. Likes to watch and discuss what he's seeing. That idea sends another twitch of arousal through him and he gasps, starting to stroke himself in earnest. Then realises, if L watching him turns him on – for reasons he doesn't ever want to explore – why not just go with it and get it over with quicker?

He half-opens his eyes, sees the detective gazing at his moving hand with a look of great interest. He looks like a kitten about to pounce and Raito tell himself he didn't just think that. Then L glances up at his face and smiles.

"Raito-kun is enjoying himself?" he asks.

"Yes," Raito says, not quite sure about it. One thing he is sure about is that L isn't able to restrain his desire to verbalise what he's seeing. No matter. He just needs to finish and seeing the older man's eyes on him, obviously liking what he's looking at, is helping him do that. He realises, somewhere in the more sensible part of his mind, that he's opening doors he always intended should remain closed forever, but that doesn't matter, does it? There's nobody here, just him and L. Nobody will know – this is private, nothing to do with the world outside.

His hand continues to move, eyes now fixed on L, the detective's face full of curiosity and fascination. Raito wonders what he's seeing, if his own face is as unguarded as L's seems to be. He's never done something like this in front of anyone, his meagre sexual experience has been controlled, measured and spent with those who have no chance at all of observing him with any degree of understanding. This is – different.

He leans back, unconsciously pushing his hips toward his tangle-haired observer.

"This is a very attractive sight, Raito-kun," L says, then he drops to his knees and before Raito can say or do anything, he's taken completely aback by the feel of a tongue running over his ball sack.

"Ohhh!" he exclaims, then decides that's not going to discourage the importunate detective. "Ryuuzaki – please –"

"Mhm," L replies, and Raito just has time to realise that 'please' was entirely the wrong word to use in the circumstances, when one of his testicles is sucked into the detective's mouth and he loses all power of logical thought.

"Hnnnh!" he moans, feeling L's hands stroking up his thighs, gently parting them to caress the sensitive inner area.

Raito closes his eyes, his hand pumping himself hard as L releases him from his mouth. A moment later, he feels the older man's tongue moving again, sliding down to lick at the boy's perineum, stimulating his pleasure centre. Raito groans, parting his legs to allow the detective better access.

He's close now, panting and sweating and murmuring in pleasure, both from his hand and the feel of that soft, wet tongue on him. Then he shudders and gives a cry as he feels fingers. Fingers slick with what must be shower gel. Touching him behind, circling his entrance, invading him. Before he can come to his senses enough to protest, the fingers push deep and there's such an overwhelming sensation of pleasure that he doesn't want to object any more, doesn't want to do anything but feel. The fingers rubbing at him inside, the tongue outside – he hears himself practically screaming as his cock jumps in his hand and his fluids spurt out, spattering over him, over L, his body spasming wildly as he clutches at the devilish detective for support.

Raito's legs shudder and he starts to slide down the wall. Then L is standing, one arm around the boy's waist supporting him, taking Raito's hands and pulling the unresisting boy's arms around his own neck. Raito clings to the detective's shoulders as the other opens the shower gel before begining to use it for its intended purpose again, smoothing it over the younger man's chest and stomach.

Raito, half-slumped against L's slim figure, keeps his eyes closed as the detective washes him like a baby, his hair, his body, even his feet, the boy leaning forward to rest his hands on L's back as he kneels before him.

L takes Raito's hand and leads him out of the shower, over to the bath and helps him in. The young man is still a little flushed and breathless, he doesn't believe he's ever come so hard in his life and he doesn't know what to make of it. He sinks into the warm water with a sigh, keeping his gaze low, watching the chain as it clanks onto the floor of the bath beside him. The last thing he wants is to meet the detective's eyes and see the knowledge there of what they've done.

Then he feels his shoulders grasped as L gets in behind him, lifting the younger man and pushing him forward. Raito shifts his position automatically into seiza, kneeling on the floor of the bath, legs slightly parted.

"Relax, Raito-kun," the detective murmurs, his hands moving on Raito's shoulders, kneading and pressing away the tension that has accumulated over the long weeks of confinement.

"Ryuuzaki," Raito begins. "You don't need to –"

"I want to, Raito-kun," L says, gently stroking over the boy's stiff muscles. "I caused you discomfort by restraining you and now I want to take away your pain. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't care for you this way?"

Raito sees there's no point protesting and lets his head droop forward, tired and still dazed from climax. He sits mindlessly for a moment, lulled by the warmth of the water and the lazy, languorous aftermath of physical satisfaction. Then it crosses his mind to consider that Ryuuzaki has a rather broad definition of how friends care for each other, and to wonder if there's some ulterior motive to all of this.

"What you're doing, Ryuuzaki," he feels the hands hesitate before starting their movement again, "being nice to me, doing things for me – it won't work. I can't tell you something that isn't true."

He feels L's breath on his shoulder, the heat of the man's body as he moves forward.

"Raito-kun thinks that I am being manipulative," L says, softly. "He imagines that I want him to confess to me and that I am attempting to put him into a state where he will do that."

"Yes," Raito agrees, unable to stop himself leaning back into the other man's warmth.

"Perhaps Raito-kun is right," L murmurs. "But perhaps what I am seeking from him is not what he thinks I want."

Raito gasps as he feels a wet sensation running up the side of his neck. He realises that it's L's tongue, tracing between his collarbone and ear. The feeling shoots a bolt of new arousal through him, making him shudder and recall vividly the look and feel of the detective's mouth on more intimate areas of his body.

"Ryuuzaki – " his breath hitches as the tongue circles round the back of his ear and he forgets what he was about to say.

"Raito-kun likes to be touched," L comments, breath whispering over Raito's cheek as he presses closer against the boy's back, the position suggestive and intimate.

"I'm not exactly used to – I mean, I've never –" Raito falters to a halt as he feels an unmistakable hardness pressing into the base of his spine.

"What about all of Raito-kun's girlfriends?" L asks.

"They're just people I date." Raito desperately tries to ignore the fact that the detective is now shamelessly rubbing against him, his erection sliding just above the boy's buttocks, suggesting a potential scenario that Raito doesn't want to consider. "I never – I mean I was never particularly intimate with them."

"No sex?" L says and Raito reminds himself that there's no point expressing himself subtly with this man, who has about as much tact as – he has no tact.

"No, Ryuuzaki, no sex," he agrees. "That was just – something I thought I'd get around to sometime. When I met someone – well, someone who wasn't one of the people I already knew. I didn't want to encourage any of them when I didn't really like them."

"I have never had sex either," L murmurs into Raito's ear, pressing even closer against the younger man's back. "However, I have a lot of theoretical knowledge on the subject."

"Why haven't you?" Raito knows he shouldn't ask. It's only encouraging the man to think it's normal or reasonable or even vaguely acceptable for them to be doing what they're doing. But he's curious – and the combination of the detective's hands on him and the movement lower down are arousing him, making him less wary than he'd normally be.

"Raito-kun knows I usually do not even show my face to anyone," L says, sliding his hands down from Raito's shoulders, his arms encircling the boy's waist. "How would I find the opportunity for such a close connection with somebody?"

"You're older than me," Raito murmurs, resting his head back against the detective's shoulder, telling himself he's only doing it because he's tired. "I thought you would have found a way if you wanted to."

"I am excessively paranoid," L says, not moving now, resting against Raito comfortably, their bodies together, wet hair twining into streaked locks of ebony and mahogany.

"What's that?" Raito asks, hearing what sounds like the clinking of cutlery.

"Watari," L sighs and disengages himself. "Dinner time, Raito-kun. You must be hungry."

He gets to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Raito out of the bath, then wraps a towel around the younger man, drying him as if he were a doll. Raito doesn't know whether to be amused or offended, but decides not to worry about it for tonight. He's exhausted in a strange, almost dissociated kind of way and it's quite comforting to have L do things for him, decide things for him. Though he'd never admit it, least of all to the ravenhaired misfit.

"Raito-kun has no pyjamas." L clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Never mind, let us see what we can find."

What he finds is a clean clone of his own baggy white top and Raito finally gathers his wits to find himself dressed in what could be taken for a very short white nightdress and no underwear, meaning if he stretches or bends in any way he's going to reveal all. Which probably explains why L is watching the hem of his garment with keen anticipation.

"Ryuuzaki –" Raito says, about to reprimand the man for his perverted tendencies, though he's starting to feel as if that's the pot calling the kettle black.

"Raito-kun looks very nice," L interrupts. "But dinner is getting cold, let us go and eat it."

He curls up the chain in one hand and holds out the other. Raito looks at it. Shrugs. Takes it in his own and follows the eccentric detective out of the bathroom.