A Death Note Halloween

Raito, Ryuuzaki, and Ryuk (Misa, Rem, task force, etc)©Death Note
Oscar Levant quotes©Oscar Levant
Lost Souls reference, quote about come and blood, and chars (Steve, Ghost, Zillah, and Nothing)© Poppy Z. Brite
Article About Boston© http://shrunklink.com/auhe
Ryuuzaki's Trick-or-Treat Route © http://shrunklink.com/auhd (though I'm not sure if it's businesses or houses there)

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The two men sat on the floor of their hotel back in New York, their shinigami shoes left by the door. It was well after midnight, as they had been forced to take the only flight back from the wharf, which unfortunately did not take off till quite late. Both men had dumped their small earnings of candy between them on the carpet. Their empty candy bags lay forgotten behind them. The geniuses were sorting the treats amongst them, though Ryuuzaki’s pile continued to grow at a surprising rate, whilst Raito’s continuously diminished.

“Are you certain you do not want more candy than you are requesting?” L insisted.

“Of course not. You know I don’t like candy. This whole night was for you anyway. I really don’t mind any if you take all of it, but since you keep pressing me to take at least something, I am,” Raito dug through the pile, pulling out a peppermint.

“Really, Raito~kun? That hardly qualifies as candy,” the detective shook his head, whilst opening a pack of some sour, chewy, worm-shaped gummies.

“Maybe I happen to like peppermints!” the teenager growled, about to open his treat. Suddenly Ryuuzaki swiped the confection from his hand. “Hey!”

L grasped the end of the wrapping in his teeth and pulled the other end until it dropped into his free hand. “I am terribly sorry, Yagami~kun. I have drug you from one affair to the next all night long. You have been amazingly patient with me and have done everything I asked without question. I feel that, perhaps, I am in your debt.”

“So you steal the only candy I actually like?!” Raito growled, trying to retrieve his prize. The older man simply moved his hand out of the teen’s reach. “Give it!”

“Do you… seriously have feelings for Misa Amane?” Ryuuzaki looked at him with sad, wide eyes.

“What the Hell does that have to do with anything?!” the Yagami boy yelled, leaning half over his aggressor in an attempt to regain his stolen treat.

“It is a simple question, Raito~kun,” L raised his hand higher, but did not otherwise try to escape.

“I don’t know!” the younger man leaned back a tiny bit, “I mean… I guess she’s pretty, and she really seems to love me. I just… don’t really see her like that. Now can I have it back?”

The detective swallowed hard, “You know I see you as my only true friend, ne?”

“What is all this about?! Fine. Yes. We’re friends! I know that. Now why are you acting like this all of a sudden?!”

Ryuk was staring with extreme intent at the two of them.

Without another word, L slipped the end of the peppermint between his teeth. Before Raito had time to shout at him for eating it, Ryuuzaki’s lips were pressed firmly against the younger man’s. The teenager’s eyes widened nearly to the extent of L’s own currently yellow orbs. The candy they had fought so viciously over was suddenly in both of their mouths, and Raito was not entirely sure what he should do with this new information.

The real shinigami’s jaw hit the floor.

Ryuuzaki’s agile tongue slipped around the sweet and into his young friend’s mouth. He gently and cautiously rubbed his flexible appendage against the teen’s own. As if suddenly realizing what he was doing, the detective pulled away from the kiss, leaving the candy in Raito’s mouth. He fixed his gaze at some distant patch of floor, a blush painted across his cheeks, though his face remained as calm as ever.

The younger man stared at L for a long moment, before gulping deeply. Unfortunately he forgot that there was a peppermint in his mouth, and he swallowed the thing whole. Instantly he started coughing and choking. Ryuuzaki whirled around, hitting the Yagami boy perfectly in the back and forcing the candy to dislodge itself from his throat. Raito grabbed at his chest, taking small, shaky breaths.

“Are you all right?” L had placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, comfortingly.

Between his difficult breathing, the teen managed to whisper, “You… you… why? Why would you do that?”

“What? Save your life?” Ryuuzaki chuckled, “Even if I think you are Kira, I most certainly do not want you to die.”

“No. Not that!” Raito shook his head fiercely.

“Hm?”

“You… you kissed me. Why?!” suddenly the boy’s eyes were locked on L’s, “Why would you do that?!”

“Clearly Raito~kun is not thinking clearly. Earlier I called you cute. I even attempted to be nice to you, though that seemed to frighten you. I have drug you off to New York, just us two, with the weak excuse that everyone must stay behind in the case of a new or different Kira. I even asked you if you honestly liked Miss Amane. Can you really not piece it all together to find the solution?”

“Stop calling me stupid and just answer!” Raito had strangely found no reason to remove his friend’s hand from his shoulder, or perhaps he just had not noticed yet.

“I would never call you stupid and truly mean it. I think you are the most intelligent person I have ever met in my entire life, or probably ever will. Raito~kun, I… I am in love with you.” L’s hand was gone now, and the older man had moved away so quickly that he was already out on the balcony of their hotel room, before the Yagami boy could blink.

“Now would you look at that?” Ryuk chuckled from where he had been standing behind Kira for some time, “You’ve just won, you know? Your greatest enemy has no desire to kill you. He would probably even tell you his name if you asked for it. You’ve beaten the great L! Kira wins!”

Raito had not removed his eyes from the sliding glass door that the detective was standing beyond. “Just… just shut up, Ryuk. Go down to the kitchen and steal some apples or something. Just leave. Don’t come back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Wh-what?! Why?! I have to follow you, you know,” the death god was shocked, Kira had never told him to leave before, unless it involved lessoning L’s suspicions.

“Not every moment of every day! I just don’t want you saying something and screwing me up, Ryuk!”

“I really don’t think L is going to try and catch you, anymore!”

“That’s not the point!” Suddenly Raito was on his feet and glaring viciously at the shinigami.

“No kidding?” Ryuk blinked calmly, “You really do like him too. So I guess you both lose then. Oh well. I’m sure when he finds out you’re actually Kira, things will still be quite interesting. If you really want me to leave for tonight, I will. Though you should know, you just gave me permission to steal, which is a crime punishable by Kira. You are now officially a hypocrite.”

The Yagami boy could not think of anything to say in response to this, so he just stared blankly at the death god.

“Have a fun night, Raito. Though I’m sure nothing will happen that I really want to see, anyway,” Ryuk waved over his shoulder as he floated away through the wall.

Kira’s a hypocrite? Raito sighed, I really have fallen. Slowly he turned, walking over to the balcony. He slid the door open and then shut behind him. L stood there, hands in pockets, hunched over, just staring out at the millions of lights in the night city air. It was rather chilly, the teen noted silently. He walked up beside the detective, folding his arms over the railing and settling his chin into them. “So…”

The older man did not respond. He did not turn or speak or acknowledge his friend in any way.

“So…,” Raito tried again, “You love me, huh?”

There was only silence, but, when the younger man looked over, he saw a single tear slide down L’s face.

Raito Yagami did not feel compassion for people, but when he saw that lone tear, his cold heart underwent a slight tremor of sympathy. Stretching out his hand, he wiped the droplet away with one finger. “Don’t cry yet, I haven’t even told you how I feel,” he smiled gently, before winking cheekily. Ryuuzaki finally turned to face him. “I’ve been thinking about it, and…” the teen leaned forwards and placed a quick kiss on the older man’s lips, “I guess… I kinda love you too.” He turned his own gaze out to the light spotted skyline.

“Are you Kira?”

The younger man sighed, “Does it really matter if I am?”

“Honestly?” L asked, then, “No.”

The teenager turned to smile at him, but was stopped by the feel of cold metal returning to its familiar spot on his wrist. “Hey! What’s that for?!”

“You did not expect me to leave them off forever? Already I have waited too long. It was a mistake on my part. My judgment has been clouded by my desires.” The cuff had also been replaced on Ryuuzaki’s arm.

“So, what, if I was Kira, would you honestly turn in your own boyfriend?” he stuck out his tongue quite childishly.

“Boyfriend? I am afraid I missed that announcement, though I must say I am not disappointed. In answer to your question, I do not actually know if I would turn you in. However, either way, I would still definitely like to at least decipher who Kira actually is. I have not come this far to end my case, just because of my emotions,” a shiver passed down L’s spine, as the temperature had dropped drastically.

“Keh. You’re going to get sick if you stay out here much longer,” Raito wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulders, “Come inside, already.”

“What does your shinigami think of you dating your worst enemy?” the detective allowed himself to be lead back indoors.

“I am not Kira and, therefore, do not have a death god. Though, if I did, I am certain I would not care what he thought and would have sent him away for the night.”

“Why would you have sent him away? What exactly do you expect to happen this evening? My, Raito~kun, you teenagers are quite lascivious, are you not?”

“Maybe we are, but you are not that much farther past my age, hmm? I don’t doubt that you feel exactly the same as I do about the situation we find ourselves in.”

“And what situation is that?” but Ryuuzaki suddenly realized that the back of his knees were pressed against the mattress of their king sized bed.

“Neither of us can sleep in our Halloween costumes. Whatever should we do?” the Yagami boy shoved his hand firmly against the detective’s chest, knocking him down onto the bed.

L ignored the blush that slipped across his cheeks. He lay flat on his back, white wings at odd angles from the sudden weight upon them, and stared up at his new boyfriend, “We should… take them off?”

“I think you’re right. We had best remove them,” Raito climbed onto the bed, stalking slowly towards his prey. He had a knee on either side of Ryuuzaki’s torso. The teenager gradually slipped his hand under the shirt part of the older man’s costume, running his fingers ever closer to his chin. When the rugged white wings of the outfit stalled his venture, the young man undid the velcro on the back of the shirt. Both of their shinigami shirts had velcro down the backs with a long and skinny hole near the shoulders, to make for easier removal of the shirts without upsetting the wings that were essentially pasted to their shoulder blades. Raito then slipped one sleeve off of L’s uncuffed hand and was about to pull the shirt off entirely when it became caught on the chain of the cuffs. The Yagami boy groaned.

“Get yours off as well. I am only removing this chain once, for as short a time as possible.”

“Even with this, you’re dedicated to your case. I must say, that is quite admirable, Ryuuzaki,” Instead of working on his own clothes, Raito began to remove L’s earrings. “You certainly make a good Rem, but I just can’t handle making out with her,” the teen chuckled.

“I still think you are a very seductive shinigami,” the detective rebuked, pulling the horns out of Raito’s hair.

The younger man reached for a nearby pitcher of water, dipping his hand into it. He used the dampness to remove both his own and Ryuuzaki’s face paint, taking special care to slowly run his fingers over L’s lips to disperse the blue lipstick.

The older man pulled off the silver jewelry, mostly skulls, that he had forced Raito to wear, before undoing the velcro straps and slipping the teen’s own shirts off until they became stuck on the chain. Instantly the cuffs were gone for a split second and then reattached as the shirts were thrown to the side. Raito hardly had time to take this in, not once having actually seen the key. “You certainly are quick,” the teenager raised an eyebrow.

“I do my best. Raito~kun, could you grab the contact cases from my bag? It is underneath the bed. Also, if you like, there is a bottle of lubricant, strawberry flavored, and even condoms if you really think them necessary.”

“What did you think was going to happen on this trip?” The teen’s jaw dropped.

“I assure you, I had no idea. I simply like to be well prepared for any and every occasion.”

“Sureeeee,” Raito mocked, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve everything but the condoms, which he thought superfluous. Ryuuzaki tossed his gloves aside, while the Yagami boy removed his contacts. Having handed over the case, the younger man pulled off L’s wig and head wrappings. “There you are,” he smiled, “It’s nice to see my new lover, instead of some creepy shinigami.”

L, having returned his eyes to their normal brown color, slid the gloves off of Raito’s hands. The detective looked up through his disheveled black hair. “What about the fangs?” He bared his own teeth to show the expensive fang tips he had gotten for their costumes.

“Leave them. They will make this more…,” he shuddered to use Ryuk’s word, “interesting.”

Ryuuzaki nodded, throwing Raito’s wig aside, as the younger man pulled off the detective’s white wings. The Yagami boy had been planning on moving to L’s funny death god pants, but was halted by the sudden concession that Ryuuzaki’s chest seemed to be begging for caresses. Leaning down enough to prick his sharpened teeth through the skin of the older man’s shoulder, Raito’s fingers began molesting the detective’s nipples. The sugar-loving man gasped at this sudden increase of attention being paid to him. He arched into the teen’s touch, biting back a moan while his fingers fisted in the sheets. His own fangs easily broke through the skin of his lip, and a few drops of blood slid down his chin.

Raito leaned back to lick up the blood that had sprung from the other man’s skin. Enjoying the metallic taste, but finding his lover’s true taste much more inviting, the teenager slid his tongue down the older man’s chest, replacing his fingers with his lips. Nipping at the sensitive nubs, he smirked as his boyfriend finally released a few of the rather sensual sounds he had been withholding. Looking up at L with lust-filled eyes, Raito was surprised to see the blood dripping down his chin. Leaving Ryuuzaki’s chest to the work of his fingers, the Yagami boy rose up enough to lick up the trail of blood that led to the detective’s lips. Instantly immersing his tongue into the sugarcoated mouth of his lover, Raito introduced the mixed tastes of blood and his own flavor to Ryuuzaki’s senses. The other man did not decline. His fingers traced up the teenager’s toned chest, over his sides, and up his shoulder blades, finally removing the frayed black wings, before pulling him down until their bodies were flush against each other.

A sigh escaped the younger man at the feeling of skin on skin. For once the detective was not hunched, and, when he was straightened out, he was almost exactly the same height as the younger genius. Their nipples ground perfectly together, their slim stomachs meeting with each shuddering exhale the men gave. Even through layers of shinigami pants and the hard rubber bones of L’s lower costume, their cocks came fully alive as they moved together in perfect alignment. Raito whimpered softly into L’s lips, though he quickly dove straight back into the kiss.

Ryuuzaki’s fingers slid over the pale blue skin paint around Raito’s midsection, where his purposefully torn shirt had not covered his flesh, to unsnap the crooked black loincloth that clung closely to his thighs. With the black cloth, he began to pull down the wrapping-like pants of the teenager’s outfit, as well as his boxers. There was a tear in one leg of the teen’s pants, where the Yagami boy wore more blue paint and had a fake scar. The younger man made the task of removing his clothing all the more difficult by insisting that L’s lips never fully left his own. If their mouths became too far apart for his liking, he would nip at the detective’s recently wounded lips. Raito kicked his clothes the rest of the way off, when it became clear that he was not going to allow his lover to remove his tongue any further distance.

Looking down his friend’s chest, the teenager was not entirely surprised by how toned the detective’s slim form actually was. He slid his hand easily under the soft fabric, beneath the hard rubber bones that made up the rest of Ryuuzaki’s costume. “How unfair,” Raito pouted prettily, just as his hand first made contact with L’s rather painful erection, “Hiding such great treasures away from me.” Seeming quite unabashed at his own nudity, the younger man returned his tongue to its playful downward trail. He ran it from just beneath the other’s nipples and down his stomach, dipping it into his belly button. His fingers never left Ryuuzaki’s cock, and the latter was unable to enforce any resolve in the passionate moans that left his throat. The Yagami boy was easily able to apply both his own and what he presumed would be the detective’s tastes to know perfectly where to lay his touches and with an exact pressure that shattered the last remnants of the great L’s mind. Finally pulling his tongue away, though keeping his fingers firmly in place, Raito looked up with lidded eyes, “Will you let it out to play, now, lover?”

Managing to steel his mind around his percentages, the older man leaned up on his elbows, “I am not entirely certain,” his sentence was interrupted with a particularly hard squeeze that tore a sigh from him, “that I enjoy Raito~kun taking complete control of this situation. I had always thought myself,” another whimper, “to be the… What is that word?” his thumb rose to his lips, “Ah, yes. Seme.” A smirk formed around his thumb.

“Those lovely sounds you’re making seem to think otherwise, my L,” the Yagami boy wanted it known that this brilliant man belonged to him alone. The fingers of his free hand sped to undo the zipper on the back of Ryuuzaki’s pants.

Choosing to ignore the teenager’s last sentence, the detective continued, “I suppose, though, Kira would most certainly want to… top. 27%.”

Raito’s hands stopped immediately, causing the older man to wince at the sudden loss of pleasurable contact. “That’s it!” he brought his face centimeters from L’s, eyes burning fiercely, “I’m sick of you making a case out of this! Do you know what this is?!”

“Why, yes, Yagami~kun,” Ryuuzaki stated calmly, “I am quite certain this is the activity known as sex.”

“Don’t fuck with me right now!”

“Hmm… and here I thought that was your exact intention.”

“Stop that!!”

“Stop what precisely?”

“Being a jerk!” with this Raito whirled around on the bed, to throw his legs over the side and cross his arms dejectedly.

Pulling his knees up and sitting in his customary fashion, L finally whispered, “I am afraid that… for once, I do not understand.”

“Just for one fucking second,” the teenager hissed after a moment of silence, “can’t you forget about Kira?! If you really love me like you say, can’t you just see me as Raito Yagami?! Your friend!” a pause, “Your lover?”

The detective pondered this for a moment, half his mind noting the comedy of the situation. An angry and naked Raito Yagami was far less easy to take seriously than a clothed one. “Strange,” he sighed, stretching out one leg, and folding his arm over the raised one, “All you want is for me to see you as who you really are, in the stead of who I know you to be.”

“How is that strange?” Raito growled, turning enough to look at the older man. He was caught off guard, however, by L’s casual stance. It was rare that he did not guard himself behind raised knees as he sat.

“It is strange, because… it is all I want as well.”

“What do you mean?” having forgotten his own anger through contemplation of Ryuuzaki’s sudden sadness, the Yagami boy crawled across the bed to kneel beside the detective.

“I desire Raito~kun to see past L, to my actual self,” he met the teen’s eyes, “No one has ever done that before… nor have I ever wanted it of anyone.”

Raito gasped suddenly, a seriously shocked look on his face, “You mean you’re more than just a letter?!” The smirk escaped his control, shortly after that.

“I am not just an intelligent mind.”

“You’re right,” he had adopted a sincere look again, “You’re also sugar and tea.”

“And you have the audacity to call me unkind?” L shoved Raito playfully, knocking him onto his side.

The two young men chuckled for a few minutes, before they both let out a somber sigh.

“It appears,” Raito managed finally, “that we have met an impasse. I do believe this situation calls for some ‘middle ground.’”

“I agree,” L nodded, smiling encouragingly.

“Wonderful! So I’ll top this time, and you can have next time.”

“And why, exactly, do you get to seme?” the older man’s eyes turned questioningly towards the boy.

“Well, I’m already naked, and you’re not. This is an entirely unfair situation, thus it stands to reason that I should have at least one advantage.” Before Ryuuzaki could respond, the teenager had slid his hands around the other’s waist to undo the zipper. It took only a few moments for the Rem-like pants to disappear. Raito could not hide the amusement from his face over the fact that L had apparently seen underwear as unimportant. “And you’re certain you had no ideas on what would transpire this evening?”

“That seems to be my claim, does it not, Raito~kun? Whether or not you choose to believe me is not my problem.”

“And this?” the younger man had swiped the strawberry flavored lubricant from the side table, “Is this your problem?” He had uncapped the bottle and was painting patterns with it across his own skin. The slippery substance slid over his well-muscled chest, down his abdomen, and even lower.

“Less of a problem and more of…a possession, I would say,” the older genius corrected.

“I certainly will not be the one to stop you from taking what’s yours,” the teen fell backwards into the pillows, leaving himself completely at L’s disposal.

Just as he began to lean forward to taste the sweet smelling slime, Ryuuzaki paused, “Raito~kun?”

“Hm?”

“I promise not to call you Kira anymore… not tonight, anyway. It was not my intention to hurt your feelings.”

The younger man turned his eyes away, “I wish I could offer you the same thing.”

“Why can you not?”

“I don’t know your name. Duh,” he looked back, chuckling at such an obvious question from one so intelligent.

“If,” the detective began after a long silence, “I were to tell you my name, you do realize that it would be a huge defeat for me.”

“I’m not gonna kill you…Not that I can! I think I like you too much to get rid of you.”

“Still…”

“Yeah…. still,” he reached up a lubricated arm to run his fingers over L’s cheek, “I’m not gonna ask that of you. It’s too much.” If Ryuk had been there, he would have slammed his head against the wall in disbelief. Not that it would have caused him any pain whatsoever.

“Can I trust you?” It was the second time that night that he had asked the question. “Can I trust you, Yagami Raito, with my life?”

“Ryuuzaki…”

“I am entirely serious.”

“Don’t put that on my shoulders! If Kira were to find you, or something else entirely killed you, you would die thinking it had been me!” Raito’s hands were pressed furiously over his eyes.

“If within a month you have not--”

“That won’t work! Then you’ll be even more certain it’s me, because I waited just long enough.”

“I would really like to trust you with this, Yagami~kun.”

“And I… I would really rather you didn’t!”

L pulled the younger man’s hands away from his face, leaning down so their faces were close together. He held the teen’s cheeks in his own hands. The detective’s words were gentle whispers, “Yagami Raito does not wish for L to tell him his name, because Yagami Raito does not trust himself with such knowledge. 100%. Yagami Raito is Kira.”

The brilliant young man let out a pained sigh, lowering his eyes.

“Yagami Raito does not dispute this claim?”

Still not raising his eyes, the teenager whimpered, “Yagami Raito simply wants to love L, and to have L love him back.”

Surprise filled Ryuuzaki’s eyes, before giving way to compassion. “You seem to have forgotten.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten I’m covered in strawberry goo.”

“Good, because neither have I. That is, however, not what I was talking about?” His fingers began to stroke the skin of Raito’s face, still holding his cheeks.

“What then?” the younger man lifted his eyes sadly.

“Do you remember what I said when you asked me if it mattered if you were Kira?”

“You said… ‘No’.”

“I meant that,” his fingers lifted the teen’s face until their lips met softly.

“Really?!” the Yagami boy’s eyes shown hopefully, as the kiss was ended.

“Mmhmm,” the detective smiled back, before looking very thoughtful, “Since I know that you are Kira, am I allowed to call you that now?”

“Must you?”

“I feel I must.”

A sigh. “Very well then, but it has the same rules as L does. Not in public,” suddenly fearing that L might want to offer up a name of his own, Raito shook his head furiously, “Don’t tell me your name, Ryuuzaki. Please, don’t.”

“If you are really unable to handle such knowledge, then I shall present you with an arrangement.”

“All right.”

“If you will stop being so dramatic and allow me to dispose of this strawberry goo in the manner of my choosing, than I will not tell you my name.”

“OK.” Raito blinked then, swiftly coming to a realization, “You’re on top of me.”

Indeed, the older man was straddling the younger’s waist. Their skin was not actually touching, save where the detective’s hands still lay on Raito’s face. “Is that an acquiescence to me as seme?”

“No!” the teen growled, finally pushing the other’s hands off of him, “Simply a statement of fact.”

“Stop complaining, Rai~chan, and let me have a taste of you.”

“Rai~chan?!”

“Am I not allowed a pet name for you, as you have already denied me Kira?”

“Didn’t I agree to Kira?!”

“You did not approve of it.”

“Well, no, I didn’t! But Rai~cha-aa--” he was cut off by the sudden presence of L’s tongue sliding over his shoulder.

“Mmm,” the detective sighed as he devoured the sweetened slime that coated the younger man’s skin, “A bit too artificial for my tastes, but the extra sugar more than outweighs such a slight unpleasantness.” The other gave him a blank look; so Ryuuzaki leaned forward and dipped his tongue into the cavern of the teen’s mouth, “Savvy?”

The brilliant young man smiled viciously, rolling his hips up against his lover’s, “Hai.”

The older man shook his head, tsking gently, “None of that.” He pressed the teenager’s hips down with his fingertips, “I get to have my fill of you first.” L drank up every inch of the sugary goo. He lapped it from the younger’s nipples and drank it from his navel. The detective traced every inch of the teen’s muscles with his lips. He slid his tongue across the back of the other’s hands and nipped at his fingertips. The younger man could hardly contain himself, his fingers tangled into the surprisingly soft locks of Ryuuzaki’s hair. Finally moving to Raito’s hips, the older man nibbled his way down his lover’s abdomen, pausing only when he reached the tuft of russet hair that separated him from the last of the strawberry sweetness.

The men locked eyes for a moment, the Yagami boy actually fighting the blush from his cheeks. He would not have been nervous at all, had it been the other beneath his lustful gaze. Raito was simply not accustomed with being dominated, as he did not know how to handle such situations.

“Rai~chan?” the raven haired man blinked calmly up at him, “You would not be…worried, would you?”

“O-of course not!” the teen scoffed, turning his face away.

“Wonderful, because I would certainly expect the great Kira not to be frightened, simply because his nemesis is in control.”

“I said I’m not sca--” but his argument was lost amidst the sigh that tore from his lips as L’s tongue pushed firmly against the slit of his cock. “Ngghh~ahh.”

The older man ignored him, moving to slide his tongue around the head of the teen’s penis, before sucking the tip past his lips. Ryuuzaki was especially enjoying the copious amounts of strawberry lubricant coating his boyfriend’s shaft. He removed his mouth to drag his tongue down the lengths of the younger man’s arousal. Having finally devoured all of the goo on Raito’s body, the detective nipped gently at the younger’s erection, before leaning up to gaze down upon the handsome genius. L licked his lips, erasing the last of the sweetness from them.

The Yagami boy’s eyes were lidded, the brown orbs hidden away in ecstasy. He let out a slow breath, regaining his intellect, before making his next move. Before the older man could blink, the teen had flipped him over and pinned him strongly to the bed. Leaning down to run his tongue over Ryuuzaki’s jaw, Raito hissed, “Check.” He moved swiftly down, pausing only briefly to press his teeth against a nipple or kiss at the other’s lean stomach. A touch of shock ghosted over the detective’s face as the younger man skipped completely over his arousal and pulled the pale legs over his shoulders. Lowering his head, Raito gave a sharp bite to L’s perineum.

Ryuuzaki let out what appeared to be a yelp of pain that he had tried to silence before it fully left his lips. In a sort of sadistic apology, the Yagami boy ran his tongue over the area he had previously bitten, before blowing gently at the wounded skin. Chills raced up the older man’s usually hunched spine. Before he had even fully registered his feelings about Raito’s vicious habits of love, the teen had already firmly pushed his tongue against the ring of the older genius’s entrance. L’s muscles tightened instinctively around the intruding appendage. The self-proclaimed god could hardly wait to be buried deep inside that tight passage.

“Mmm, Ryuuzaki. So tight and hot for me,” the brilliant teen’s voice was both seductive and malicious all at once. He withdrew his tongue a bit to run it across the outside of Ryuuzaki’s opening, “…want you so bad…”

“Rai~ch--”

“Hush,” another firm lick, “Coat my fingers, onegai?” The younger man began to press his tongue deep within his boyfriend, drinking up anything he could reach.

Words were beyond the older man’s capacity at that moment, so he silently pulled the lubricant from the side table. Moaning softly, unable to contain the sounds, Ryuuzaki poured the liquid over the Yagami boy’s fingers, licking up the bits that threatened to slip down over his palm.

Removing his lips from L’s orifice, he sat up straight, rubbing the back of his clean hand across his mouth. Slipping his slimy hand out of Ryuuzaki’s grasp, the teen moved his fingers down to where his tongue had just been. Raito leaned forwards, pressing his lips softly against his lover’s, “…need you…” was spoken breathlessly, before a deep kiss took over, the exact same instant as the younger’s first finger breached the detective.

The older man gasped into the kiss, trying to relax into the stretching. Another digit slipped in, the teen now scissoring his fingers carefully. The sugar-crazed man winced a bit.

“Did I hurt you?” Strange how Raito sounded so unconcerned, hardly pulling away from the other’s lips.

“N~no. Just… kind of uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” It really was nothing more than an acknowledgment; the younger not giving any indication as to whether he was enjoying or regretting his boyfriend’s discomfort, though the detective could easily speculate which was more probable. The criminal deity drew his tongue back, luring the older’s appendage past his lips into a harsh tango. A third finger was added within Ryuuzaki.

The detective’s mind managed to ignore the soul-stealing kiss long enough to anticipate the next few moves of his lover. He was already pouring some strawberry slime into his hand as the teen’s fingers began to slip away. The Yagami boy was planning to skip right to his position as seme, any further lubrication would only extinguish any masochistic pleasure he could attain from this venture. Unfortunately for Raito, L’s fingers were already transferring the goo to his erection.

“Tch,” the younger man clicked his tongue, “You’re really no fun at all, sometimes.”

“I think perhaps it is you who are too exciting for the both of us.”

“Wimp,” the teen retorted, shoving Ryuuzaki back down on the bed. The older genius opened his mouth, but the younger interrupted again, “Hush, now. The only words I want to hear from you are ones of begging.” Raito forced the detective’s lips to his with one hand, distracting his lover as he positioned himself.

Stars flashed before L’s wide eyes, the pain nearly clouding his mental capabilities. He was extremely grateful that he had forced the lubricant on his young lover. The Yagami boy himself was unable to speak. His eyes pressed shut, lips parted in a silent hiss. Ryuuzaki fought to keep his eye’s open, knowing that if they shut for more than a moment, the current displeasure he was experiencing might coerce such unnecessary things as tears to slip past his control.

Raito, having finally steadied his breathing, opened his eyes unto the steeled look of his lover. After a moment of gentle panting, he clicked his tongue again, smirking, “Don’t you ever blink?”

“Superfluous.”

The younger genius’s face calmed, as he braced himself on his arms. “Is that so?” His eyes met L’s as he drew back before instantly pushing firmly back against the older man.

Their groans laced the air at the same moment, though one was trimmed with agony and the other edged with pleasure.

“Ryuu…~chan…,” his whisper was met with large eyes that glittered with love. It was those final words that enlisted the help of silence. The brilliant detective suddenly seemed to be untouched by the discomfort, pushing his hips back to meet the younger man’s every thrust, and the teenager began to roll his hips against his lover with a savage rhythm pounding like the justice in his veins. It was easy for the older to match such a pace, as the same need for righteousness flowed through his own soul.

A fine sheen of sweat lay over them both, and Raito’s damp foot suddenly lost its stand amongst the blankets. A gasp left his lips as his aim changed unexpectedly. Ryuuzaki’s response, however, was quite promising. “Rai~chan!!!” A crimson red dusted over the older man’s vision, and he wondered if it was merely this that had the teen’s bloody eyes glinting back at him. He pulled the younger to him, enveloping him in a kiss so deep and ferocious that he felt as though he could rend the boy’s soul from him.

This new angle was much more inviting, L truly fighting for more of that burning sensation within him. Breathless pants of “motto” and “fukaku” hissed against Raito’s lips. The older genius moved his mouth to the junction of the teen’s neck and shoulder. He pressed his sharpened teeth fiercely against the flesh, suckling as if it were the sweetest tea.

The Yagami boy slid his fingers down L’s slick chest, coming to rest the heated pads of his fingertips along his lover’s shaft. At first he just caressed with touches of molten, sending Ryuuzaki’s mind reeling, but as Raito came closer to completion, his grip tightened, his tugs becoming more urgent. The detective’s teeth were loosed from the boy’s skin, the former suddenly needing to concentrate more closely upon breathing. “Ryuu~chan,” the teenager managed, and brown orbs moved up to meet his own, “Come for me? Onegai?”

It was too much; that smooth, commanding voice that could belong only to a god tipped him over the edge. The older man came, coating both of their chests. “Raito!!!” Ryuuzaki cried his lover’s name as he slipped into the abyss.

The younger sighed as his boyfriend’s inner walls clenched around his cock. Two more swift and forceful thrusts had him following L into the afterglow.