Slivers of Moonlight

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Enjoy part 2! And to everyone: Happy Holidays!!!

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A silver orb looks down upon this humble species. It’s so far away, an entity separate, and detached from life on this rotating planet. Yet, at this moment, I could almost hear it laughing, mocking and jeering my present pathetic position.

My pants have long become additions to the plain, impersonal carpet. My shirt, my briefs, these things also seem to have vanished into the darkness. I lie on the large bed, naked and shivering as his lips and hands caress the length of my body.

His tongue finally wretches full attention from my muddled thoughts. I look down in surprise as it gently licks the precum flowing from my cock. I cannot help the little moan that escapes my lips, nor stop from arching into the warmth promised by his soft, hot mouth.

Thankfully, he takes my silent pleading to heart. His mouth envelops me, slowly and carefully as it adjusts to my strained size. Grateful tears threaten my already blurring vision, and I grow still as I fight against the onslaught of my unreasonable emotions of gratitude, lust, and fear.

He pauses, dark eyes equally thoughtful and unreadable. Caught in his gaze, I start when his pianist’s fingers begin to flow over my thighs, kneading the shivering and tense muscles. Then, he starts to slowly bob his head, sharp teeth grazing with each slight movement. Instinctually, I open myself even more to him, my muscles growing slack to allow him deeper access. At the same time, my fingers reach for him, intertwining into his sweat-slick hair.

My grasp on his hair tightens when I feel his skillful hands probing for my opening. One finger slips inside and I writhe under the dual sensations. An eerie keeling sound builds behind my clenched teeth, and I could feel Raito smirking around my cock.

Dark eyes watch hungrily as my body reacts to the reverberations of his soft laughter. The sensations elicited from those shuddering walls engulf my body, fanning the white-hot flame gradually consuming my resolve. Afraid to betray myself, I slide my hands quickly from his hair. Yet, I soon find a single fist clenched before my mouth, teeth convulsively drawing beads of blood. My eyes widen at the initial taste, but then my head slams back into the pillowcase as his hot mouth continues its movement. He swallows me until the tip of my shaft touches the back of his throat, completely engulfing me to the greatest extant of vulnerability. And he knows it, I realize while I stare into mocking eyes and watch as cool hands hold back my mindless thrusts.

This bemused satisfaction awakens my long-cherished clarity, and I quickly recognize that I am truly and irrevocably under his control. Such terror speeds along my passion, so that I could feel my blood almost boiling, my muscles shaking, under the onslaught of the intense, paradoxical emotions. Then, the walls collapse around me as he swallows, and the bottom, my barrier, drops into oblivion. I come violently into his awaiting mouth. As usual, he takes everything, while his sharp eyes glint with a satisfactory gleam.

He’s my incubus. He will drain me until the day I die.

As I collapse unto the bed, horror and dread creep back across my stuttering mind. Caught in the throes of orgasm, I hadn’t yet noticed the second finger, joined with the first to stretch me from the inside out. Reacting purely from instinct, I quickly push him away, and effectively cut my aching body away from his warm touch.

Muscles shaking from the sudden dash of cold, I slowly turn my back on this silent lover. Lowering my head, I try to slow my quick, erratic breathing and calm this racing, burning pulse. Yet, the ability eludes my grasp, flowing through desperate fingertips, as would wisps of phantom fog.

I don’t want to see his patient and expectant façade, obviously willing to wait for what he knows I cannot resist. However much reason strives to intervene, I see his face and form cast onto the naked wall before my eyes. With lips red and gleaming, pale skin flushed and chest heaving, this very projection causes my heart to clench.

Finally, I lean over to rest my weight upon my elbows. I burrow my cheek against his pillow, inhaling the subtle, yet distinct, scent of his soap. “Raito,” I murmur softly into the fabric, my words half-muffled by my new position. He obeys me, immediately.

I listen as his clothes fall upon the floor. I hear the click of the belt as it snaps in upon itself. Then, he is pressed against me, and the fate of our clothes vanishes from my mind.

His hard cock brushes against the still-tight ring of muscles, and I try to prepare myself for his entry. In this game, this never-ending competition between us, there are consequences for making mistakes. And now, I must pay for the choice of preventing my body’s preparation.

Only begging would stop him – but L would never submit to such levels.

Slowly, he pushes inside of me, generating waves of pain that shudder throughout my entire body. I could feel myself trembling, reacting as he fills my body, my awareness, with nothing but him.

“C’mon Ryuzaki, I want to hear you,” he suddenly whispers against my ear, emphasizing his point with a sharp violent thrust. As he quickly buries himself to the hilt, I smother my cries in the warm, musky fabric. Quickly, before any sound leaks out, I grasp the fabric tightly between my teeth. It’s perverse and pathetic, but I feel a small spark of satisfaction from depriving him this single pleasure.

It’s a game and nothing more. Stifle my cries and don’t make a sound.

All too soon, he is thrusting into me without abandon, filling the room with his growls and groans, the creaking of the bed, and the unmistakable sound of flesh driving against flesh. The slight satisfactory gleam has already fled my being, replaced by my own overpowering desire for his body. My restraint falters, and I arch back to meet every single thrust, seeking the fulfillment I cannot reach without him.

There is something desperate in our movements: the intensity steadily increasing, our nails digging into the helpless fabrics spread before us. The thin white sheet clutched in my grasp develops a tear while Raito’s fingertips dig harshly into the fleshly fabric stretched over my hips.

As we near the edge, our rocking becomes even more frantic. His slender fingers spasm, then tighten over my skin. They hold on despite the sweat gleaming upon our bodies, stirred from the heat and the friction rising between us.

I clench my teeth even tighter, but I am unable to stop the rising sounds of pain and passion from escaping through the traitorous down. Then, he thrusts fully into me, bowing my back as he comes into my abused insides. My fingers release their death-grip upon the sheets to scrabble uselessly against the bed. It’s the burning heat and the sensation of overflowing that finally drive me over. Reality slips from my clawing fingers, a complete abandonment that leaves me shaking and whimpering into the damp pillowcase.

I’m too tired to fight as his arms encircle me from behind. Too tired to say or do anything as he kisses the tears from my cheeks. He whispers softly that he loves me, and I turn away from him, fixing my eyes on the retreating moon.

“I don’t,” I finally manage to answer into the silence.

Yet, my tearing heart tells me that I’ve already fallen.

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We actually have the choice of choosing chapter titles? Haha - I have enough trouble with fic titles.

Thanks for reading!

EDIT: Major thanks goes to the reviewers of this fic!

To abeastofprey: Thank you for the welcome! Yeah! My first commenter on AFF!

To Cat: Sorry for making you feel emo! Haha – I’m not the most cheerful writer, I fear.^^