Behind Door Number Two

by Keelywolfe

 



L's eyes were as flawless as his skin, wide and soft, and alternating with what they might reveal. They seemed to speak with truth, easy honesty and that was the best lie of all, innocence hiding deceit. Raito had noticed that the first moment they'd met, those strange eyes that were not what they seemed, but they hadn't been looking at him at all when L had made that supposed confession.

Raito-kun is the first friend I've ever had.

Trying to save his own life, perhaps, a pathetic attempt to endear himself to the one he suspected as Kira? Raito dismissed that thought at once; he'd argued it away before. L was entirely too clever for something like that. He was trying something else then, some other trick. Had to be. It was only a matter of learning what the trap was before he was tangled in it.

Those eyes didn't watch him as he turned to leave, either, focused only on the television screen and the other Kira's message. A headache was beginning behind his eyes as Raito stepped out of the hotel room, Ryuuku at his heels. He needed some rest tonight; it was as simple as that. He couldn't risk exhaustion and stress causing him to make a mistake. Some dinner and some rest, and tomorrow, oh, tomorrow...

"Wait." Startled, Raito turned back to see L standing in the hallway, his hands in his pockets. His eyes were lowered, long lashes brushing his cheeks. Almost subdued, he asked, very softly, "Do you have to leave?"

His father was back in that room, studying tapes, comparing notes; trying to capture Kira even as he hoped, but couldn't quite believe, that it wasn't his son. "No, I suppose I really don't."

There was another door into the suite and he followed L through it into a darkened room. Not a bedroom, some kind of sitting room with brocade sofas and a dark wood coffee table barely visible in the gloom, hovering almost out of sight like ghosts of some long-dead species.

A thickness of a wall away was his father, his much-loved face was lined with exhaustion and the stress from this case and Raito had L against the door before it had even fully closed, the slam echoing out into the hallway. Had his earlobe between his teeth, bit the soft flesh until L made a soft sound of pain, his fingers digging into Raito's shoulders.

"Is this why you want me to stay," Raito whispered, tonguing L's ear nastily, his own hands burrowing beneath that loose white shirt. He didn't expect a reply, not words, certainly nothing more than a sigh or a groan and when he got it, only one syllable, Raito shuddered as it breathed into his ear.

"Yes."

He had L's hands over his head, his wrists crossed, pulling him to his full height. Very nearly taller than him, the arch of his back thrusting their hips together and loose pants didn't hide very much like that. So hard it made him dizzy, L's voice a soft murmur in his ear.

"Let me kiss you, let me," over and over until Raito finally did it to shut him up, the taste of his mouth sugar-sweetened and tender. Slipped his tongue inside looking for something else and tasted nothing that he wanted, just false sugariness and lust.

You're the first friend I've ever had.

Had that made him a virgin, too, Raito wondered. It didn't matter, he didn't really care who else might have touched this smooth, pale skin.

L's eyes were wide and unreadable in his dim light and he slipped to his knees without a sound, his hands clumsy and slow on Raito's belt. He managed to open it, Raito's pants slipping down the moment they were unfastened and he almost couldn't watch, narrowed his eyes and saw through his lashes the first soft touch of a pink tongue against the head of his cock.

L's eyes were closed now, lashes fluttering as he circled the tip of his tongue in a wickedly slippery little dance that made Raito hiss, watching as he teasing his way around the ridged head. Fucking bastard, one slow lick after another like Raito's flavor was something to be savored, a delicacy never before tasted. It was unbearable to wait, teeth bared in a mockery of pain while his nails bit crimson crescents into his palms, and the tease a wet mouth closed over him, barely sucking.

"Please..." It slipped out before Raito even thought and he bit his tongue hard enough to taste blood an eternity too late. It earned him the wet cavern of a mouth, L taking him in immediately and the wet suction almost finished him right there. Earned him this but it cost him far more than he was willing to pay. He clenched a hand in L's hair and pulled him off, too hard, caught a glimpse of startled wide eyes before he shoved him back to the floor, pulling open L's pants. They were barely shoved down to his knees, Raito's own pants no further than that as he yanked and pulled, turned L onto his belly and there was nothing but bare skin, pale and all his.

"Breathe," he whispered harshly, his only warning as he pushed inside and whether L obeyed him because he wanted to or not, he heard the sharp inhalation, the sound of near-pain as he slid inside.

"Oh," L said, hardly even a gasp, his face buried in his folded arms. His shirt was bunched up around his shoulders revealing a back as pale as the rest of him, muscles jumping and flexing every time Raito pulled out, tensing when he shoved back inside. He leaned down and kissed each knob of L's spine, ran his tongue around the rounded bumps and laid soft bites into the smooth skin.

He might have been content with just this, having L beneath him, on his knees, might have just fucked him gently and left him here. Cooed all the proper words and been his 'friend' and when he finally got his name, Raito was going to end this little game. Might have but L always seemed to know what to say, turned his head enough for Raito to see the wet gleam of his eyes in the dark.

"Come on, Raito." L squirmed backwards, flexing around Raito hard enough to make him gasp. "Didn't you say before you wanted to fuck me?"

It made the heat in his belly turn volcanic, hot stone grinding together inside him. His fingers slid into L's hair of their own will, tightening in it and pulled his head back against Raito's shoulder so he could lick at the line of his throat, dig his teeth into it hard enough to leave bruises.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I do." There was a small table near them, placed against a wall and Raito braced his toes against the legs of it, steadied himself. "I do."

The first hard thrust pushed L's head down to the floor, his fingers suddenly clenched white around Raito's wrists and whatever he'd been trying to be, he was nothing now, his legs sliding apart and letting Raito in deeper, plunging inside, fucking him, stabbing into him. There was a fresh layer of sweat between them, slippery against his hips and Raito's lips were numb, the taste of his own blood from his bitten tongue filling his mouth with salt and metal.

L's breathing hitched with every thrust, his fingers brutally tight around Raito's wrists like his body around his cock, and Raito closed his eyes so he didn't have to look at him and he came to the sound of laughter, not L's but that of a death god, Ryuuku watching them from one corner of the room with the eagerness of a spectator to a crucifixion.

 




His clothing felt too rough against his skin as Raito walked home, chafing like they had been rubbed inside with sandpaper. He didn't look at Ryuuku following behind him, only at his path on the sidewalk.

They were nearly home when Ryuuku finally spoke to him in his scratchy, broken voice. "What will you do when Misa finds out about L?"

A fair question, Raito decided, and he murmured his reply. "I'm not sure. It will be useful to have his name but I don't think I dare use it yet."

"Not his name," Ryuuku's tongue lolled out, curling lasciviously and his eyes glittered. "About the two of you."

A flash memory of her fury when he'd mentioned dating others, her pretty white face distorted into her reality. "She won't."

"You're so confident?" Soft laughter, baiting him, and this time Raito sank his teeth in it, wanted to tear into the soft underbelly.

"He's mine, do you hear me?" Raito hissed and his rage sliced within him like a razor, the hot blurt of it a wash of crimson over his vision. He bit down on the sore spot on his tongue, worried at it until he tasted blood again. "I'm going to take care of him and that little bitch is going to keep her hands to herself. All she needs to do is give me his name, nothing else!"

Mine.

His hands were shaking as he breathed in deeply, calming himself until anger was only a glowing ember within him. "Just keep your mouth shut," Raito said curtly, eyes on the street again.

"Of course I will," Ryuuku's voice carried only to him. "Humans are entirely too much fun."


 

-finis-

 

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