Last chapter – enjoy! They do! XD

Thanks to my Tenshi, recipe for insanity for beta reading this

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 wakes up early, on what could have been the first day of his non-virgin life. He turns his head cautiously to the side, relieved to see L's still asleep. He regards the young man speculatively, appraising the tangle of black locks framing his pale face, the lips curved in a half smile, thumb resting by his mouth, not quite inside. The detective looks angelic when he sleeps but Raito knows what a false impression that is.

He's aware that L has so far scored all the points in this new game he's decided that they're playing, but the younger man has decided that has to change. He's not prepared to be L's plaything and he has plans to change the situation to his advantage if they're going to be lovers. Lovers? He thinks about that. It doesn't seem quite the right word for whatever's going on between them, but he can't think of another one that fits better.

He smiles to himself. Not the polite, practised smile that his friends and family know and love, the one that daylight Raito shines like the sun onto his subjects. This is something different. Darker, more devious.

Leaning towards L, he gently runs a hand across the silky feathers of hair, fingers drifting down to caress the ivory skin of the detective's cheek. He bends and gently lays a kiss on the man's forehead, another on the tip of his nose, confessing to himself that he loves the way it tiptilts L's face into utter cuteness.

L makes a soft, whiffling noise and Raito withdraws, watching his companion wake, the dark eyes coming to full alertness immediately. No half-asleep doziness here.

"Raito-kun is awake," the detective observes.

"Yes," Raito agrees, face a polite mask. "Are you ready to go to work, Ryuuzaki? I want to get that program finished."

In the bathroom, glancing sideways from his position at the sink, Raito is amused to notice L doing the same thing he himself was engaged in yesterday. Studying his face in the mirror as if asking questions that are difficult to answer. What is he seeing there? A rapist? A lover? Someone wanted or someone rejected?

Raito gives in to temptation and takes a step toward the other man, leaning over his shoulder.

"Don't worry," he murmurs. "You're still beautiful."

The detective spins round to face his suspect, eyes wary, though his tone, as he speaks, is verging on flippant. "Raito-kun thinks he has a sense of humor."

"I'm not joking."

"I'm not – attractive." L shrugs. "Therefore, Raito-kun is amusing himself at my expense."

"You're attractive to me," Raito says. "You can't have it both ways, Ryuuzaki. You spend all this time telling me I want some kind of relationship with you; or at least, that I want to have sex with you. Now you're saying I shouldn't find you attractive? Why would I want you, if I didn't?"

"I imagine Raito-kun is attracted to my mental capabilities," L muses. "He finds our intelligence and thought processes compatible."

"Yes, because that's the kind of thing everyone gets off on," Raito mutters disbelievingly, returning to the sink and sticking the toothbrush in his mouth, as if to say he's no longer available for such a pointless conversation.

They eat breakfast in silence, though Raito is exhilaratingly aware of L's constant attention. He knows the detective is questioning what's going through his mind, what he's thinking of; but he doesn't propose to enlighten the frustrated man. He'll find out soon enough. Raito contents himself with raising his eyes occasionally to meet L's, then letting his gaze fall, as if shyly, back to his plate.

"Raito-kun is looking very nice today," L remarks as they prepare to go to work.

Raito smiles at the other man. He's abandoned a shirt for today and is just wearing a v-neck sweater. He spent some time picking out the one with the most revealing neckline and is pleased that the detective's noticed. "Thank you, Ryuuzaki," he murmurs demurely.

L seems about to say something else, but after a moment's silence, gives up on it. Raito follows him down the stairs, smiling to himself. It's not like his Ryuuzaki to be at a loss for words, but the scheming boy has plans to make him even more confused.

Pausing for a break in his programming, Raito glances across at L and notices he's using his computer today. It's not the Kira case. Raito isn't sure what it is, but at least the detective's working and that has to be a good thing. He can't imagine how painful it must be for L, depressed, locked inside his own genius mind. Tearing himself apart with nothing to focus that piercing intellect upon.

But why is the strange man putting his mind on something else, something different? After what Raito said to him last night about his possibility that he had been Kira after all, where are the questions? Where is the harsh, almost bullying world's best detective? What the hell has happened to L's killer instinct, the bloodhound-like perseverance that should be homing in on Raito like a wolf scenting weakness?

The puzzled brunet shrugs his doubts away. Maybe L is just letting him develop a false sense of security and means to spring on him with questions later. He tells himself he'll be ready for them, no matter when they come. Noticing that it's elevenish and Matsuda has brought coffee, he gives himself a break of sorts to study some data to do with the case. Picks up his cup in one hand, his other tapping his pen on the desk as the figures run down the screen.

"Heart attacks?" L is behind him, his hand lifting to rest on the boy's shoulder. "Is it Kira?"

"Just a minute, Tenshi," Raito murmurs absently, as if his mind's miles away. He hears the detective's intake of breath and chalks himself one up on his mental scoreboard. "No, I don't think so. These are all old people, natural causes by the look of it."

"Never mind," L's fingers tighten briefly on Raito's shoulder before he moves away. "Keep on looking."

Which is exactly what the boy pretends to do. His mind actually far away from the numbers that are passing in front of his eyes. He's considering what happened last night. What has just happened now. L apparently likes it if he calls him some pet name. And last night – given permission for sex, he'd gone to sleep instead, saying he didn't have what he wanted. So what did he want? Raito considers it and comes up with – compliance. No, he had that, but it wasn't enough for him. If he didn't want submissive acceptance, then what?

Raito wonders briefly if the detective prefers the idea of having his partner unwilling. But dismisses that thought. If that was the case, Raito would have remained chained to the bed and events would have proceeded a lot further than they actually did.

Which only left, the boy considered, the alternative that L wanted Raito to – to desire him. To actually want him to do what he'd been about to do. He wanted eagerness. Which fitted with the fantasies he'd described about Raito being sweet and affectionate toward him. Raito glanced sidelong at the detective, imagining him alone for all the time the boy had been in a cell. Watching his prisoner and constructing some imaginative dream wherein Raito longed and lusted for him. Now nothing else would do for him, but to have his fantasy enacted. Just physical possession of his suspect wasn't enough.

"I've got those reports you asked for, Yagami-kun!" Matsuda interrupts Raito's thoughts and he looks up, smiling at the man's eager face, his puppy-dog need to please.

"Thank you, Matsuda –" Raito falls silent, eyes widening as the young detective's foot encounters a piece of cake on the floor and he skids, showering Raito and L in papers.

"Damn it, Matsuda!" L looks up in irritation.

"Don't blame him," Raito counters. "It's your cake he slid on. All these spilled bits of food and scattered wrappers make the place like a skating rink." He gets to his feet, recovering sheets of wayward paper from the floor, the desks and L's lap.

"Sorry," Matsuda mutters, also gathering up stray reports.

"It doesn't matter," Raito reassures him. "I'll put them back in order."

"There's one there." Matsuda points under the desk near where L's feet would be if he sat in anything like a normal position.

"I've got it." Raito drops to his knees, reaching beneath the desk, steadying himself with a hand on the raven-haired detective's chair. He leans forward, as if to pick up the errant notes. Then, instead of reaching out, he bends his head, pressing his lips to L's bare foot as it clings in a prehensile fashion to the edge of the chair. He hears a gasp and gives himself another point, absent-mindedly. More concerned with his own feelings on the matter, the shock of arousal his action has caused in himself.

He recovers the lost paper and stands, his flushed face completely explained by his sojourn under the desk. L's is not so comprehensible and the detective turns away so that Matsuda can't see him, but not before flashing Raito a look in which annoyance and amusement share equal places with the expression the boy has only seen on L's face in bed.

"More coffee, Ryuuzaki?" Raito enquires, after placing the papers neatly on his desk. He doesn't wait for a reply, but refills the detective's cup. The day L says no to coffee, there'll be more to worry about than pouring an unwanted drink. The Apocalypse, for instance.

L takes the cup with a questioning glance, which becomes more pronounced as Raito passes him the sugar bowl.

"Would you like a donut?" the boy asks.

"Yes, thank you, Raito-kun." The detective's face is now positively puzzled and Raito wonders, with a pang of something like guilt, whether he normally appears so unconcerned about L's needs that the raven-haired man is amazed when he receives some kindness from his supposed friend.

He sits down with his own cup, half full of cold coffee and watches the detective eat a donut, fascinated with the way the young man is licking off the chocolate icing with innocent sensuality.

Raito smiles, lost in the moment, wishing devoutly that it was his skin the detective's long and practised tongue was wrapping itself around.

L seems to feel the intent stare directed at him and turns to the boy, his eyes widening.

"My pen's run out of ink," Raito says, still smiling, eyes still fixed on L's stimulating donut consumption. "Could I borrow yours?"

"Of course, Raito-kun."

Before L can pass him the pen, Raito scoots his chair closer to the detective's and reaches across him. Making sure to lean against him a little in the process.

"I can't quite reach it," he murmurs, now gazing into round obsidian eyes from a distance of perhaps three inches.

"Let me give it to you, Raito-kun," L offers, stretching out his own arm for the pen.

"That's a very kind offer." Raito grins at the detective. Sees the detective's answering smile as he realises the double entendre.

"Raito-kun needs a pen now?" L enquires. "I thought he felt himself able to do without one?"

"I may have been mistaken," Raito admits. "I was expecting to, um, write something down last night and was quite frustrated when I didn't."

"If Raito-kun should experience the urge to do any more, uh, writing," L joins in, "he may be assured that my pen is always at his disposal. And is never short of ink."

"You're very kind," Raito breathes, his face now practically pressed up against L's still amazed looking one. He takes the pen from the detective's hand, caressing his fingers as he does so.

"I need some fresh air," L suddenly declares, pushing himself up from his chair and nearly sending Raito flying off his. He walks rapidly from the room, leaving the boy to either follow or be pulled along behind.

Raito hurries after his friend, slightly alarmed by this sudden burst of activity, but, in the main, pleased that things are going as planned.

They don't stop until they're once more on the roof, when the detective turns to his friend, almost aggressively.

"Raito-kun is being unusually flirtatious today," L says, directly.

"Why not?" Raito's tone is flippant, his eyes wary.

"Why?" L counters. "What does he want from me?"

"Do I have to want something?"

"You said it yourself, Raito-kun. Everybody wants something."

"Maybe I want you." Raito tries for lightness of tone and fails miserably. Stands, wrong-footed, on the roof, wishing he hadn't spoken.

"Raito-kun is also being ridiculous today." L's tone is firm, but his eyes glance for a moment into the boy's and then look away. Raito is shocked at what he sees in that brief moment.

"Ryuuzaki, why do you do this?" he demands, taking a step closer. "Why don't you talk to me? We're friends, aren't we? That's what you said. You seem to want us to be more than that, but if I agree with you, you change your mind and say I'm ridiculous or I'm making fun of you. How am I supposed to make sense out of that?"

"I didn't know you thought you were supposed to make sense out of me, Raito." The detective takes a step away from his suspect, half turning to look across the outlaid, traffic-strewn vista of Tokyo.

Raito sighs in frustration. What's the point in talking to Ryuuzaki anyway? It's all riddles and mysteries. The raven-haired enigma doesn't want to be understood. The boy shivers although it's not cold, now questioning his own motives for his behaviour today. They seem cheap and shallow in the face of his friend's confusing and confounding impenetrability.

"You have no idea what it's like." L's voice breaks the silence, shocking Raito back into the here and now. "What it feels like to make overtures of friendship to someone and have them laugh in your face because they think you're so strange you must also be stupid. Too stupid to understand their mockery. Or perhaps they just don't care, I don't really know."

"Ryuuzaki –"

"You can't imagine it." The normally taciturn detective, at least when it comes to talking about himself, seems to have found his voice and won't be silenced. "You wouldn't believe, Raito, how impossibly naïve I was. And for how long. I didn't understand… how people are. I didn't understand how different I was and how they sensed it and rejected me."

Raito stares into L's eyes, feeling himself teetering on the brink of something unforseen.

"People don't like me," L concludes and Raito topples into the unknown. He speaks without even waiting to weigh his words, to decide if he wants to tell the truth or lie.

"That's not true, Ryuuzaki." He pauses. "I like you."

"I know Raito-kun is different too," L murmurs. "He believes himself to be a mass-murderer for one thing."

"I wondered when we'd get back to that," Raito says, drily.

"I have no proof." L shrugs, as if dismissing the whole Kira question. "When I do, we will decide what to do about it. For now, I am happy to believe that Raito-kun is not Kira."

"It almost seems as if you don't care," Raito protests.

"I do care," L disagrees. "But there's nothing I can do about it for now. Raito-kun should come back in. He looks tired."

"Ryuuzaki –" Raito grabs the chain, winding it round his arm and pulling the wild-haired man back as he tries to leave. "Ryuuzaki, people don't like me either."

L turns, staring at the boy, surprise, no, shock on his face. "Raito-kun – everyone likes you."

"No, Ryuuzaki." Raito reels the detective in, pulling the chain, L forced to move closer to him. "They tolerate me because I pretend to be like them. To want the same things, to be something I'm not. You're the only person who sees me for what I really am. You're the only person who knows – what I want."

"Perhaps," L searches his companion's face, eyes intent. "Perhaps I was – a little too hasty in my conclusions." He shrugs. "Come, Raito-kun, let us go back inside. We have work to do."

The rest of the day is spent in confusion on Raito's part. He works. He eats lunch. He talks and smiles to the other team members. But his interior dialogue never stops; questioning, analyzing and wondering.

What did L mean? Too hasty – has he changed his mind? Raito swears to himself that if the detective has led him on, only to get cold feet at the last moment, he will personally kill the man. Even if it means being arrested as Kira.

But when he turns to look at L, which he does frequently, he sees the same look in those huge black eyes he saw last night and the night before. Desire. L wants him. He knows it – so too hasty about what?

He sighs, exasperated by his mystification over the raven-haired conundrum's motivation and meaning. Then smiles, ruefully, wondering if this is how L feels about him.

The day passes slowly, Raito counting the minutes, checking the clock far too often. Finally everyone has gone apart from the two of them. But L doesn't seem to want to stop working. Or is that what he's doing? Raito glances over the detective's shoulder and finds he's not actually working at all.

"What's that?" he asks.

"Naruto Arena."

"What?" Raito bursts out. "You're playing games?"

"What is wrong with that?" L turns an innocent gaze on his friend. "It concentrates my mind. Besides, Raito-kun likes to play games, does he not?"

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," Raito growls. "And I don't want to know. It's dinner-time, Ryuuzaki."

The detective opens his mouth as if to argue, but in the end he just nods. Closes down his computer and stands.

"Raito-kun is hungry," he remarks.

"Yes, I am, Ryuuzaki." The boy smiles, his gaze travelling over the dishevelled figure of the thumb-chewing young man. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Raito-kun," L says, with a strange little smile. "Of course."

Raito stares at his friend, but decides not to ask what's wrong with him. Though something obviously is. He looks – well, nervous, for want of a better word. Could it be that he doesn't know how to cope with their relationship now it appears that Raito wants it too? Does he need to be in control – Raito just stops himself slapping his forehead with his hand as realisation dawns. He sets off toward the elevator instead, hiding his face from the man behind him, in case he starts to laugh.

Not that he's particularly amused. More hysterical, he considers. But now he knows what's wrong with the detective. Or, to use L-speak, he's ninety-nine point eight five per cent certain that he knows.

As they wait for the elevator and ride up to their floor, he considers the circumstances, from L's point of view. Raito refused L's attempt to have sex with him last night. They came to an agreement that they'd do – other things, those things remaining unspecified. Today, Raito has made a point of being agreeable to the detective, making sure he's had what he wanted, touching him occasionally, flattering him.

Raito mentally raises his eyebrows at his own foolishness. After all this, L is bound to think that his putative lover is trying to turn the tables on him. That Raito wants to be the dominant one in their relationship. Which, of course, he does. But not in the way that the detective is probably imagining.

So what does L mean to do now? From the way he's behaving, stopping work when told to, following Raito to their room; it looks as though he's prepared to go along with the change of plan.

The boy rolls his eyes as they go into their suite. Is this how L imagined Raito in his fantasies about him? Obedient and respectful? The detective certainly has some issues about relationships and power – or perhaps it's just that since he's never had a relationship, he's had the opportunity instead to form some very odd ideas of what one was like. Raito sighs and blames the internet.

Watari brings dinner and Raito makes a point of serving L with the things he likes, offering him seconds and smiling when he accepts. The detective looks wary, defensive and on several occasions seems to be about to speak, but in the end says nothing.

Raito knows he's being unkind. He can't imagine what exactly is going through L's mind at the moment, but he's sure it involves the raven-haired man being forced into some submissive role he doesn't want to assume. After what he's done to his suspect, Raito reflects, no wonder if the arrogant detective expects the worst.

"Do we still have those stockings?" he asks as L's finishing his last helping of dessert.

"What?" The detective's face, always pallid, turns an even whiter shade of pale. "Yes, Raito-kun. But they probably need washing. Nobody should wear them again until that is done."

"You're probably right." Raito smirks at the uncomfortable man. Noticing that L said 'nobody' rather than 'you.' What does he think Raito might do to him? And more importantly, why would the world's greatest detective, whose pride is only matched by his egotism, let him do – whatever it is he's expecting? Does he think it's fair, perhaps? That the boy should have an opportunity to repay the somewhat humiliating, if exciting, acts that were perpetrated on him?

Raito shrugs that thought away. When did L ever have anything to do with fairness?

"Let's have a shower, Ryuuzaki," he suggests, noting that the detective has pushed away his plate, dessert unfinished. Has the anticipation of subservience even robbed him of his appetite?

Raito takes his time undressing in the bathroom. He notices that L's also slower than usual about it, though probably for a completely different reason. The detective, who usually throws off his clothes in an abandoned fashion, is fiddling with edges, lowering his zip tooth by tooth.

Raito, on the other hand, is leaning back against the wall as if he didn't have a care in the world, raising his sweater to reveal himself with unhurried seductiveness. He sees L, despite his nervousness, glancing at the expanse of tan skin on display with a look that says he'd like to have his hands all over it.

Raito turns on the shower water to warm up, then smiles across at his companion and undoes his pants in a leisurely fashion. Sliding them down over his slim hips, his eyes never leaving the detective's uneasy ones. He waits for L to finally achieve nudity, then for him to reluctantly approach and unfasten their cuffs so that they can finish removing their shirts.

"Let's leave the chain off, Ryuuzaki," he murmurs as L moves to replace the handcuff on his wrist.

"But Raito-kun –"

"You said you were sure I'm not Kira now," Raito says persuasively. "So you don't need this. I'm not going anywhere without you."

He watches the detective's thoughtful face, but his mind is elsewhere. Stunned by the revelation that it's not the chain that keeps him by L's side night and day. He'd be here with it or without it.

He gives a short laugh, wondering why he's surprised that he enjoys the detective's company. After all, they have so much in common. Arrogant, self-centred, ridiculously intelligent and both given to playing unpleasant mind-games when they find a worthy opponent.

"I suppose Raito-kun is safe enough here," L concedes. "He is not going to run away without his clothes and start performing his supernatural murders naked in the street."

"No, Ryuuzaki, certainly not," the boy agrees, reaching out to take L's wrist and pull him into the shower.

The detective doesn't resist, but he backs against the wall, staring at the younger man through the warm spray of water, eyes wide and wary.

Raito leans toward him, seeing the alarm growing on his friend's face. He knows he's crossed the line now between unkindness and cruelty but somehow, seeing L like this, it's hard to stop. The man seems helpless, even though it's his own choice to be so.

"I'm sorry," Raito murmurs, reaching across to pick up the shower gel.

"I'm sure Raito-kun has nothing to apologise for," the detective says, rather ascerbically. "I have no objection to him invading my personal space. As he knows."

Raito laughs. Squirts gel into his hands and, without asking, begins to wash the wide-eyed man.

He keeps to safe areas, chest, abdomen, shoulders, watching for L's reaction. Notices the moment when his companion starts to relax; eyelids drooping a little under the downfalling spikes of wet black hair, body losing some of its distrustful tenseness.

Raito leans in and kisses L on the lips, obsidian eyes shooting open, then closing again as L's arms go around the boy, pulling him close. He's learning how to kiss, Raito reflects, at an alarmingly fast rate.

Tongue entwined with the passionate detective's, Raito continues washing, hands moving downward, sliding over the other man's buttocks. He knows he'll have to give up this game in a very short time, but for the moment – it's giving him some sense of power. Probably a very sick one, he decides.

L wriggles under the ministrations of deft, capable hands and pushes forward, grinding their hips together. Raito smiles into the kiss, reflecting that the detective isn't as averse as he appears to what he expects to happen. Or perhaps he doesn't care what they do, just so long as they do something?

He pulls back and looks into L's slightly glazed eyes, fixed on him avidly. Then drops to his knees, soapy hands running up the other man's thighs, finding their way to his groin. The detective moans as Raito's fingers stroke over his half-erect cock, bringing it all the way to full size.

The boy lets the flowing water rinse away the bubbles, then leans forward. His tongue licks lovingly over the man's length, caressing it slowly, feeling strong, elegant fingers tangling into his hair. He hears L groan as he bucks his hips forward asking for more.

Raito stands, grinning.

"Let's go to bed," he suggests.

"Raito-kun is such a tease!" L complains, but he's already out of the shower and towelling himself dry.

"Hell, you're fast!" Raito follows his friend, adopting an area of the bathroom to dry himself where L can get a good view of exactly what he's doing. Where he can see all the parts of the boy's body that he chooses to reveal, appearing tantalisingly from under the large bath-towel, before being covered again.

"Tease," the detective mutters again, but he doesn't look as if he minds it. In fact, from the expression on his face, Raito wouldn't be surprised if he starts drooling at any minute. He realises now that he likes this. He likes being wanted like this. He admits, slightly reluctantly, that he likes the fact that L wants him so much, he'll go to any lengths to have him.

Raito dons his pyjamas, rolling his eyes as L seems about to hurry naked from the room.

"Put your clothes on, Ryuuzaki," he orders.

"My clothes?" L's head goes to one side, surprised. "Raito-kun wants me to be dressed? In my dirty clothes that I have been wearing all day long?"

"Yes." Raito doesn't feel like elaborating on that. Not even to himself. He's come to the conclusion that he needs to explore his own motivations more thoroughly, but this is one area he really feels can wait until later.

He watches as L rapidly dresses himself, and follows the eager detective to the bedroom, where L's enthusiasm seems to momentarily desert him. He turns to Raito with a questioning look in his eyes, then shrugs and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin.

Raito smiles at the adorable cuteness of it all and gets into bed next to the seemingly nervous detective. He lays back on the pillows with a sigh of contentment and looks up at the shower-damp figure of his friend, who is hovering over him, apparently not quite sure what he's supposed to do.

The boy raises an eyebrow at him and reaches out, grasping the front of L's shirt.

"What are you waiting for?" he murmurs lazily. "After last night, I should have thought you'd be more than ready."

"Raito-kun is –" the detective clears his throat before starting again. "What does Raito-kun – uh – want?"

"What do you want, Ryuuzaki?" Raito lets the man go, sits up and slowly peels off his pyjama top. "Is it this? Don't you want –"

"Yes!" L exclaims, then Raito finds himself back on the pillows, an undignified squeak escaping him before further sound is impossible as his lips are passionately covered by those of the ardent detective.

The boy wraps his arms around his lover and opens his mouth, tongue finding L's, stroking and caressing the slick organ as it invades his mouth. He sighs into the kiss, moving under the other man, pressing up against him.

L's tongue runs down the angle of the brunet's jaw, his mouth descending onto Raito's neck. He nips and sucks at the soft skin, drawing it into his mouth painfully and Raito knows he's been marked, claimed.

L's hands are moving over the boy's chest, playing with his nipples, teasing and tweaking them. Sliding down to push his pyjama pants off. Raito helps him, using his feet to shove the obstructive garment away. Immediately, L is on top of him and Raito wraps his legs round the jeans-clad ones of his lover, finally admitting to himself that he loves the feeling of L in his clothes next to himself, naked. He reaches down between them, pulling L's shirt up a little, seeking out the button of his pants.

L leans up on his elbows, looking down.

"Raito-kun is pleased to be with me." It's not quite a question.

"Of course, Ryuuzaki," Raito smiles and pulls down the other man's zip. Carefully, since once again, L isn't wearing boxers.

"I thought I had frightened you away, Raito." L's gaze drops. "I thought perhaps the chain had put you off me altogether."

"If you want to chain me, maybe you can," Raito offers. "But another time. When I'm more used to this."

"Raito-kun should forgive me." L looks genuinely apologetic. "It didn't occur to me that I had set up such a terrifying scenario for a virginal person such as yourself."

"Uh, no, Ryuuzaki." Raito reaches up, strokes his fingers through the feather-silk strands of L's hair. "Why would you? You're not familiar with this kind of thing either."

"But I want to be!" the detective exclaims, bouncing on the bed so his cock waves at Raito as though eager to proceed.

"Let's try it again, then." Raito holds out his arms to the raven-haired man, who is all smiles now. He kneels up, taking Raito's hands and bending to gently kiss his wrists, running his tongue over the palms of the boy's hands.

Raito murmurs pleasure and cups the wild-haired smiler's face in his hands, gently tugging. Pulls L down for another heated kiss, then mewls in delight as the man's tongue goes to work on him again, licking down his body, swirling around his nipples, eliciting groans of pleasure from the eager boy.

"Lube." L reaches up a hand and Raito takes the tube from the bedside table, passing it to him. He spreads his legs wide, no point in being modest any more. Slick fingers enter him roughly and he gives a moan of mingled delight and discomfort. Delight taking over, as L's mouth descends on his rampant cock, sucking and licking at him fervently.

"Is Raito ready?" All too soon, in Raito's opinion, L's warm lips leave him and he gazes at the man with desire as he kneels between his legs expectantly.

"Yes, Ryuuzaki," the boy replies, obediently, body quivering with nerves and anticipation.

"You should relax," L advises. "As you know, I am quite large and I don't want to damage you, Raito."

"No, of course not," Raito agrees, doing his best to follow L's instructions as the man parts and lifts his legs, then leans forward, pushing, thrusting.

The boy moans as he's entered. It's painful and he sees that L knows this and is hesitating.

"No, don't stop," Raito tells him, deciding it's better to get it over with. After all, it has to start to feel more comfortable than this, doesn't it? Otherwise nobody would ever do it.

Given the go-ahead, L presses deeper into the boy's body, stretching him, making Raito groan and shift around, desperately trying to find some comfortable position.

"I am hurting you," L murmurs penitently, but he doesn't stop.

Looking at the man's flushed face and sex-glazed eyes, Raito thinks that he's probably past the point where he can stop. Somehow, that sends a jolt of arousal through his body and he fists L's t-shirt in his hands, pulling on it. Taking the hint, the detective pushes forward, penetrating his lover more forcibly.

"Uhnn, L!" Raito has no idea what he's trying to say. Caught between pain and pleasure, doubt and anticipation, he feels groundless and lost.

"Raito – so tight!" L exclaims, pausing for a moment, completely embedded within the boy.

"Mhm, move," Raito commands, almost unaware of what he's saying, letting his body dictate its needs.

L smiles, leaning over his lover, looking down at him. His gaze is dark and possessive, hot with lust and Raito hears himself murmuring his welcome shamelessly at the sight of him.

"Yes," L says, looking into half-lidded and glowing amber eyes and answering whatever question he sees there. He kneels up and slides his hand under the boy's buttocks, lifting Raito then pulls out, and swiftly slams back in again.

Raito cries out, but finds he's given no respite, L's cock thrusting into him rapidly and hard, then the man finds his prostate and Raito moans again, this time in delight. He reaches up behind him, clasping handfuls of the pillow and abandons himself to pleasure, whimpering as L continues his relentless assault.

"Nhhhn, L, yes!" Raito tosses his head, strands of disordered, too-long auburn hair whipping over his face.

"Raito – look at me," L orders and Raito gazes up, focusing on his lover's face, deep black eyes that shine with triumph as he plunders the boys body.

"Hahh!" Raito writhes, overcome with desire as he watches L, the man's face flushed and sweat-slicked, his breath coming in rapid gasps as he penetrates his partner. Then – stops.

"What?" Raito, almost at the point of no return, is surprised. "What's wrong, Ryuuzaki?"

"Raito-kun is liking it now," L says, staring down at his friend.

"Mhm, yes," Raito agrees, desperate for more sensation, pushing himself onto L's cock.

"He wants more of me," L comments, eyes shining with both lust and amusement.

"Hnnh, L, yes, don't stop," Raito murmurs, shifting his hips, trying to get things going again.

"Raito wishes me to continue?" L asks, eyes wide and full of mischief.

"Yes, of course I do!" Raito glares at the now apparently reluctant man. "Why wouldn't I?"

"If Raito wishes me to pleasure him," L murmurs, seductively, "perhaps he should ask me nicely."

"What?" The boy gives his lover a baleful look. "Now who's the tease?"

"I am merely saying, Raito, that if one wishes for something, it is polite to ask for it in a mannerly fashion."

"Like what?" Raito demands.

"That's up to you, Rai-chan."

"Chan?" The aggravated brunet, about to explode, stops himself. Is he really going to start a row with L, when L has – has what he wants? He looks up at his smug captor's face and sighs… and gives in. Conscious that he's enjoying every moment of it and determined not to let that show on his face.

"Very well, Ryuuzaki, if that's what you want. Please."

"Please – what, Raito?" L's face is all innocent enquiry.

"Please, uh –" Raito pauses, glowering at the smirking man. "Please, um, do some more."

"Do what, Raito? I didn't quite hear you?"

"Do me, you damn tempting torturer!" Raito bursts out. "Do me, take me, fuck me for God's sake! Please!"

"As Raito wishes." L leans forward, then he's lying almost on top of the boy, arms round him pulling them both around until they're side by side. Raito's legs are comfortably wrapped around his lover's waist, L curled around his lover, entering him hard once more.

"Yes!" Raito moans, clutching onto the other man's shoulders, his gaze once again captivated by L's sultry one. He abandons thought completely as L's cock goes to work again.

Their coupling is rough and fast and Raito loves it, loves every minute of it, as L pumps himself into the boy's body, thick shaft opening him, the bulbous head of his member stimulating the boy's prostate until he can't hold on any more.

"L – I'm… haahh!" Unable to find words for what he's doing, Raito screws his eyes shut and cries out as he cums, spattering L and himself with his love juices, the ecstasy becoming so intense that he almost screams as he feels his lover release into him, filling him with liquid heat.

"Raito is happy now." L is stirring, after what feels like hours. Raito isn't sure if he's been asleep for a while. He's certainly not been in his normal state of mind.

"Yes, thank you, Ryuuzaki," he says, as politely as if his new lover had just asked him if he'd enjoyed a meal. He notices how hot and sweaty L looks and reaches down to grasp the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off to reveal the man's pale, muscular body.

"I like that kind of sex with Raito," L says, smiling across at his friend. "It's extremely pleasant. As pleasant as cake. Perhaps more so!"

"You think?" Raito says, a little alarmed by this statement. He knows how much cake Ryuuzaki manages to consume on a daily basis. If he takes to sex with the same enthusiasm, Raito can see himself walking with a permanent limp from now on.

"I like it very much," L says, almost wistfully. "Does Raito not think it is agreeable?"

"Yes, Ryuuzaki," Raito says, finding himself unable to discourage the man's delight. "I don't know when I've enjoyed myself so much."

"I would like to do Raito... doggy-style... on his knees," L says dreamily. "On the kitchen table, maybe with some cream or chocolate sauce involved. In my chair, that would be good, don't you think, Raito? You could sit on my lap and bounce your bottom up and down on me."

"Nice idea, Ryuuzaki," Raito said, repressing a smile.

"Raito can be on top sometimes if he wants," Ryuuzaki whispered, his breath ghosting across the boy's lips.

"Mhm," Raito doesn't believe a word of that, but he doesn't care. He wraps his arms around his lover's neck and kisses him, losing himself in the heat and closeness of his lover.

"We should do this again right now!" L declares suddenly, hips grinding against the boy's, his very obvious erection making itself known.

"Let me make you some tea first," Raito offers, sitting up and slipping on L's discarded shirt. "And cake. You'll need the energy."

"That sounds like a promise I'll enjoy watching you keep, Rai-chan." L's voice follows the boy to the kitchen, where he makes tea and cuts cake, bringing it back on a tray to his lover. Smiling as he notices L's eyes on his legs, on his behind as he bends over the tray, all revealed beneath the hem of L's long, but not long enough, t-shirt.

He climbs back onto the bed, not pulling the covers up. Letting L stare as much as he wants, since that's what he seems to like.

"I've missed this, Raito-kun," L says with a smile as he sips tea. "Your plotting and scheming and trying to get the better of me."

"I knew you didn't want a submissive sex slave," Raito smiles back at the beaming detective.

"It has its attractions." L sighs, faux-regretfully. "And I had found some ropes for tonight."

"You want to tie me up?" Raito puts his head to one side, thoughtfully. "That sounds – interesting."

"You'd let me?"

"You're asking me?" Amber eyes grew wide in apparent surprise. "I thought you just took what you wanted without asking?"

"It seems I no longer have the upper hand here," L admits, putting down his cup.

"Perhaps I also like to take what I want when I want it," Raito purrs.

"You're a bastard, Yagami Raito."

"You like it," Raito says. "Anyway, it's something we have in common, ne?"

"I can't help but wonder what you want from me," L's eyes narrow suspiciously. "It's not like you to be so accommodating."

"Perhaps I enjoy accommodating you," Raito murmurs, drawing the perplexed detective closer, wrapping his arms and legs around the other man's sex-heated body. "You want me – I want you – what could be simpler than that?"

"Nothing is simple with you, Raito," L mutters into the crook of his lover's neck. "I wish I knew what you're planning here."

"I want to be with you, that's all, Ryuuzaki," Raito whispers into the mass of black hair that lies soft against his face.

"Raito fights against me tooth and nail and then suddenly becomes compliant?" L raises his head, looks into the boy's eyes. "It seems suspicious."

"Perhaps I've just realised what you mean to me, Ryuuzaki." Raito smiles. "There's nobody else – nobody that suits me like you do. I'd be lost without you."

"I'm starting to think," L says, slowly, his face slightly flushed, hands clutching tightly onto the younger man's body. "I think that perhaps Raito's plan is to make me fall in love with him."

"Don't worry, Ryuuzaki." Raito leans forward, brushing his lips feather-light across his lover's. Wraps his arms around L's neck, holding him gently. "If you fall – I'll always be there to catch you."