Dynamism

Beside them, Light mumbles something in his sleep and turns his head so that he is facing them. The chain binding him to Ryuuzaki jingles, a discordant sound, and the detective freezes, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. He stares at Light, wide-eyed, and seemingly loses all motivation to fornicate. Misa fights back an irritated sigh and tries to take control again.

“Ryuuzaki, look at Misa.”

Reluctantly, he does.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes, get more comfortable?” she suggests huskily. He hesitates, and then shakes his head, mutely. She gives him a terse look. “Ryuuzaki, lay down.” Her voice is breathy hiss, exotic and malevolent. He does not budge, and she glares, hands on her hips. Even topless and clad only in panties, she knows she is a formidable adversary.

“Misa-san,” he says. “Light-kun is not a deep sleeper, and I think it would be unwise to allow anything to progress here under these circumstances.” He indicates the chain. “There’s an eighty-percent probability that he will wake up in mid-copulation…”

“Ryuuzaki,” she whispers firmly, seizing him by the shoulders. “Could you maybe stop thinking for about ten seconds?”

“Impossible,” the detective responds immediately with a shake of his head, surprising her. “And even if my cognitive state of mind could be halted for such a prolonged period of time,”—she rolls her eyes here—“I sincerely doubt it would only take ten seconds to—“

She manages to silence him by pressing her lips firmly over his. When she pulls back, Ryuuzaki simply stares at her, the words literally stolen right from his mouth.

Misa brings her hands up, smoothing her hands over the rounded edges of his shoulders and up the slender nape of his neck before tracing her hands over the contours of his face. Ryuuzaki’s eyes obligingly fall closed as she runs her fingers over his pallid cheeks and thin, flimsy eyelids. His bone structure is delicate, feminine almost, pale and unblemished and quite lovely, she realizes as she inspects it with her digits more intimately.

She then brings her hands up and combs them through his ratty hair, absently trying to pull free the tangles. The sensation of her fingers running through his matted locks must feel good against his scalp, because she feels tiny little goose-bumps erupt on the back of his neck, and his lips parts in a slightly ‘o’ shape. She seizes her chance and thrusts her tongue in this time, tasting the sugary taint of him as she explores the inside of his mouth. Ryuuzaki seems stunned, his mouth slack in reply, before finally his own tongue hesitantly begins to return the favor.

“Has Misa convinced you that this is a good idea yet?” she asks some moments later, after finally pulling away. She notes, with wicked satisfaction, that his otherwise alabaster features had been painted pink.

Ryuuzaki remains vaguely uncertain; still, his resolve is crumbling, and all he needs is a gentle push in the right direction. Submission is imminent, and Misa tingles in anticipation.

“Don’t you want Misa?” she asks, feigning hurt.

He swallows. “Yes,” he tells her truthfully, and she smiles.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Light-kun is my friend.” He sneaks another look at the slumbering boy and Misa grabs him by the chin, jerking his head so that he is looking up at her. He tries to avert his gaze but she clicks her tongue.

“No, no. Look at Misa. Misa thought you were under the impression that the infatuation was purely one-sided anyway. So what does it matter to you, or to Light, if that’s the case?” Ryuuzaki appears suddenly nervous.

Her voice turns gentle, coaxing. “Ryuuzaki, is this your first time?” She already knows the answer, but she can feign ignorance in order to help him feel more comfortable. She can pretend to understand. She can create a protective bubble for them to share, and once he feels safe, she can take him and mold him, coax him into blooming. And then, after she has him, she can destroy him.

He answers with a question with one of his own. His toes twitch, rubbing against one another uncertainly. “Misa, what do you want from me?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” she purrs, feeling a twinge of excitement. This is it. She switches to first-person for calculated effect, drops her voice an octave: “I want you inside me.”

This is the metaphorical straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Ryuuzaki, at last, gives into temptation. He pushes all uncertainty beside, morals abandoned, and goes in for the kill. After all, Ryuuzaki isn’t exactly a portrait of self-restraint, not by anyone’s definition: he is a wanton, impulsive creature by nature. This is evident in his indulgence of the sweetest of treats without any sort of apparent regard. So what’s it to him, to partake in the sins of the flesh? This guilty little pleasure will be added to the menu, standing defiantly alongside all the other gluttonous depravity.

He kisses her back fiercely, and she smiles against his lips. I’ve got you now, Ryuuzaki. “Take your clothes off,” she whispers, as she reaches between them and grabs the hem of her lacey undergarments, pulling them down over her round hips.

There’s nothing he can do about the shirt, being bound to Light, but that’s hardly an important article anyway. Despite the sudden surge of ferocity, his hands tremble slightly as he unbuttons the front of his jeans, yanking down the zipper and shimmying out of his pants entirely. Beneath his boxers are white, plain, and virginal. This pleases her, and before he can grab them she takes the edge of them first and does it for him.

For a moment they simply stare at one another. His eyes very brazenly absorb her in her nakedness, and she takes his own form in with long, searching glances. There is mutual hunger here, although each stems from a different source. He has a rapt look of utter adoration, desire mingled with slight apprehension and nerves, and she is in full predator mode, a puppeteer who is just sidling into place and taking up her marionette’s strings. She is in completely control now, and pushes him back onto the bed beside Light.

The auburn-haired teen murmurs again in his sleep as the bed sinks slightly beneath Ryuuzaki’s added weight. The detective’s gaze flickers over to him but Misa’s naked form demands his attention, and it only takes a split second before his focus is back on her. Misa climbs on top of him, blond hair cascading over her shoulders in long, lustrous waves, obscuring her features. She drinks in the wanton expression of him as she aligns their bodies, and does her best to savor this moment.

“Are you ready?” she asks under the pretense of actually caring, but doesn’t wait for a proper response. She drops herself down on top of him, lets him sink into heaven. And as Ryuuzaki gasps in surprise, she knows that it is in this moment that they have crossed past the point of no return. The conversion has been made, and Ryuuzaki’s devotion has been assured. Now, there is nothing left but his demolition.

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The only time he makes a noise during the whole encounter is when he comes, a strangled kind of gasp as he gives one last thrust of his slender hips. The chain that binds him to Light rattles under the strain, but still Light does not stir. Misa digs her nails into his shoulders, eyes closed as she rides the wave out, tossing her head back as he lurches beneath her, and then just like that, it's over.

Oh Ryuuzaki, she thinks almost fondly, as she brushes a stray, sweaty lock of onyx-colored hair from his flushed face. The look he gives her in response is undeniably tender. I will never love you.