Neko

A/N: This site screwed up the ending of the last chapter, which really made me mad. Anyway, it's fixed now, so feel free to go back and read it over again.

Disclaimer: In the time between my last post and now, I have miraculously gained ownership of Death Note and all related paphernalia!

Not.

Neko

Chapter 3

L was nervous.

L being nervous was a rare occurrence. He had only been truly nervous three times in his entire life. Once, when he had gone to meet Watari for the first time, once, when a renegade MI6 agent had a gun to his head, and the time he had publicly challenged Kira to kill him. True nervousness only occurred when you didn't know what the outcome of a situation would be, and L always knew that.

Well, almost always.

He had been wrong a few times before, especially where Kira and Raito were concerned, but he had at least known all possible sequences of events, then.

L had no idea of possible sequences of events now.

Biting his thumbnail again, making the abused tissues throb, L looked around at all the girls around the room through large, apprehensive eyes. Many of them were avoiding looking at him, while several of looked on curiously, wonderingly. Avoiding eye contact, L turned his eyes back to his tortured thumb, which had finally started to bleed.

Oh, yeah. L was nervous. Big time.

Hearing an amused snort to his left, L turned sharply to see Raito regarding him with casual interest, and amused smirk on his face. L contemplated flipping him or or shooting him a rare glare, before rejecting both notions as juvenile and returning to chewing on his thumb, sulking.

It was no fair. How had he let himself be roped into coming to a girl's party, anyway?

He should have never listened to Yagami-san when he mentioned that his wife was concerned about Raito's recent lack of a social life. He should have never listened to Watari, who commented that perhaps they both deserved a break from the investigation for the evening. And he should never have discussed such things when Misa was in the room, who had been all too happy to exclaim that one of her model friends was holding a party that evening, and that'd she'd simply love to take Raito along as her date, and Ryuuzaki, if she had to. And he should have never, never agreed to such a plan.

Granted, at the moment it had seemed like a good idea. He would get to see Raito's interaction with other girls besides Misa, lure him into a false sense of security with the relaxed party atmosphere, maybe ply him with a few drinks, do a little careful question-dropping, and find out if Raito was truly an okama.

Plus, L had never been to a party before.

That, probably more than anything else, had allowed his insatiable curiosity to override his commonsense and caused him to give his consent.

Then again, how was he supposed to know what a party would be like?

L scowled moodily at his thumb. It was a mistake he would not make again.

His plan was failing miserably as well. While he stayed hunched in his trademark position on his end of the couch, alert and tense, Raito was slightly sprawled against his end, relaxed. He seemed perfectly at ease despite the fact that they were the only males there, Misa hadn't yet arrived, all the girls were continually shooting odd glances at the chain between them, and they kept staring at them continually.

L scowled to himself. Stupid party.

The conditions of the party weren't anything like L had predicted, either. Instead of a relaxed, welcoming environment, the part had been stiff and formal since they had entered the room, as a room full of girls with an odd pair of guys eavesdropping often is. Raito had simply said that he was Misa's date, and that he'd let her explain everything else when she arrived. The other girls seemed content with this and had resumed their conversations, but the tension still hadn't seemed to dissipate for L.

L moaned quietly. He would never be able to carry out his genius plot tonight. The enaction of plans required meticulous and complete confidence on the behalf of the planner, to better deal with the inevitable unknowns that would spring up to toss new figures into the equation, and with L's confidence shattered by the unfamiliar rituals and the foreign scene, he knew he didn't stand a chance of being successful.

It wasn't fair, L though, shooting a scathing look at the Yagami boy, who was nonchalantly listening to one girl's tale about a lost puppy. How come Raito didn't have any trouble adjusting to a social scene at all? Was it just natural for him? Had he studied such events? Were such events common for him before joining the investigation, or was he secretly detached, experiencing the events from a disassociative, sociopathic viewpoint, planning how he could manipulate the situation to his advantage?

No matter what the answer, L wouldn't be surprised. Enough off things had gone on already.

“Smoothie?”

L paused his brooding to look up at pretty red-headed girl, offering them two glasses filled with a reddish lumpy-looking substance. L turned to Raito, unsure of what was going on.

“Sure, thanks,” Raito said, taking the glasses from her and giving her a charming smile, which made the girl blush and scamper off like a shy fangirl. L watched as Raito took a sip of the odd concoction.

“What is it?” he asked suspiciously. “It doesn't look like a liquid.”

“It's a smoothie,” Raito told him. L raised an eyebrow, not understanding, and Raito smirked.

“It's a type of frozen treat from the West,” he elaborated. “It has ice cream, milk, and fruit in it. Go on, try it.” He offered him the second glass. “You'll like it.”

Hesitant, L took the cold glass from him and sniffed at it suspiciously, picking out the smell of banana and strawberry. He shot Raito a dubious look, who smirked again, before finally taking a small sip. Raito had said he would like it, and if he was wrong, he could berate him for that anyway.

He paused.

Mmmmm... Strawberry...

Raito smiled amusedly as L took another greedy gulp, but the young detective found he couldn't be bothered to care. Raito was right; this was good.

“Is he foreign or something?” one girl asked Raito.

“Probably,” Raito shrugged. “He doesn't get out much.”

“No kidding,” she remarked, examining his sitting position and his disarrayed hair with distaste. The other girls murmured in agreement. L glared at them all.

“Please, ignore us for the time being,” Raito said, smoothly ending the mumbling. “Though Misa has yet to arrive, I would hate for our presence to distract you lovely ladies from your conversation.” He turned to one of the girls. “Please, if you would continue your story, Saaya-chan?”

Saaya colored brilliantly, and the girls giggled and blushed, enchanted with his charm, while L bit back a gag. This was what girls found attractive?

Raito caught his grimace as the girls resumed gossiping and smirked. Nodding towards the chattering group, he rolled his eyes and mimed snoring, before snickering and listening in once more.

L's eyes widened imperceptibly. Apparently Raito found the frivolity of this 'party' less than enjoyable as well, not that it was a complete surprise. After all, Raito couldn't possibly be genuinely interested in their senseless babble, and he was more than intelligent enough to know the psychology and neurolinguistics behind flirting and opposite interaction to be able to mingle with this group of simpering simpletons.

His good looks probably had something to do with it as well...

“Raito-kun!”

L winced at the familiar high-pitched squeal, standing up reluctantly as Raito tugged him to his feet. The other girls oohed and ahhed appreciatively as Misa made her entrance, acting every bit of the famous model that she was.

She was wearing a sort of sparkly silver thingy top with a short, tight black miniskirt and strappy heels, with diamond skulls dangling from her ears. L turned to shoot Raito a skeptical look but was surprised to see Raito looking intently ahead at Misa, his eyes never drifting.

L's eyes narrowed. What was going on? At the investigation headquarters, Raito may have been polite and civil to Misa, but he had never shown any active interest in her as she did to him. Yet, now he looked utterly entranced with her and every inch the devout boyfriend Misa wanted him to be.

L scowled at his thoughts. It wasn't as if he cared...

Misa made her way over from the door to Raito, who embraced her, kissing her for a long moment in front of everyone before pulling back, smiling.

“Misa,” he said, his tone reverent. “You look amazing.”

L gawked openly as Misa blushed prettily, thanking him, while the other girls looked on enviously. Surely Raito wasn't serious?

Misa turned, and all the jealous mumblings immediately came to a halt. L raised an eyebrow, curious. It seemed that although she was not the host of the party, Misa was clearly the leader of the group, judging from the way she commanded their attention, and L was surprised. He hadn't seen Misa as one people would look up to. Yet, here, she seemed perfectly in her element, like a natural-born leader.

L restrained a frown. Perhaps Misa had more in common with Raito than he thought...

“I'm sorry for the delay in introductions, girls, but I intend to make up for it now,” Misa said, smiling. “Allow me to introduce my boyfriend, love, and the light of my life, Raito Yagami.” She gestured, and Raito stepped forwardly obiendently as the girls greeted him appreciatively, bowing slightly.

“It is I who would be lost without your light in my life, my dear Misa,” Raito said, never breaking his eye contact with her as he raised her hand and kissed it elegantly.

Misa colored, smiling, and the girls all swooned appreciatively while L bit back a scowl. These girls were more pathetic than he thought.

Misa paused, clearing her throat before continuing.

“And this is Ryuuzaki,” Misa said, tugging him reluctantly forward to face the group. “He's the famous detective L, who is working side by side with Raito on the Kira investigation.” She beamed proudly around the room.

L bit back a wince and saw Raito do the same. Apparently, Raito had forgotten to tell Misa not to mention that. And the way she said it, it made it sound like he was working for Raito, instead of the other way around. L sighed and tried not to groan. He hated it when people found out who he really was.

Surprisingly, though, no questions about his identity, the Kira case, or any of the other typical inquiries were forthcoming. The girls just looked at him blankly, apparently not processing exactly who he was.

“You're a detective?” one girl asked curiously. L nodded.

“Then how come you don't have a badge?”

Raito smirked from beside him, but L ignored it.

“I'm an elite investigator,” he told them. “I work at my own discretion, and the police work for me, not visa versa.”

The girls' eyes all widened, as if processing this information as some vital new clue.

“Then how come you're hand-cuffed to Yagami-kun?”

L rolled his eyes. “I-”

“I'm afraid that's because Ryuuzaki doesn't allow me out of his sight,” Raito said apologetically, smoothly interrupting and stepping forward. “You see, the Kira case is a high-profile investigation, and L has mandated that we remain chained together until the case is solved and Kira is brought to justice for safety's sake. After all, it's harder to kill two people rather than one.”

He smiled at them charmingly, and the girls oohed appreciatively.

“Wait.” The redhead who had given them the smoothies stepped forward, looking at L. “You're trying to catch Kira?”

L nodded.

“And Kira's the guy who's killing all the criminals, right?”

“That's correct,” L said quizzically, unsure of where she was going with this.

“And- and Kira's the one who killed Misa's parents' killer!” she exclaimed. “Isn't Kira a good guy, then?” She looked around triumphantly.

The other girls murmured in agreement, nodding their assent.

“I hardly think one instance of Kira's behavior is an appropriate tool with which to judge him,” L remarked, trying to be patient.

“But if Kira's a good guy, why are you trying to catch him?” a blonde girl asked, blinking.

“Kira is not a 'good guy',” L said, annoyed. “He is a highly dangerous and sociopathic individual who-”

“If you're trying to catch Kira, then that makes you the bad guy!” another exclaimed, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

“You're the bad guy!”

“He's the bad guy!”

The girls began to boo softly.

Fully irritated with the lack of intelligence the crowd was displaying, L turned to Raito, who shrugged helplessly. L scowled.

“This is ridiculous,” he told Raito shortly, in a rare display of annoyance.

“I can practically feel my brain cells screaming,” Raito agreed, smirking. He turned. “Misa?”

Misa looked up at Raito, and, seemingly understanding his intentions for her through some form of telepathy, nodded, before stepping forward.

The crowd hushed once more.

“Kira killed Misa's parents' killed, so Misa likes Kira,” Misa explained. “However, Kira kills other people, and killing is bad. Plus, Raito is trying to catch Kira, and Raito is definitely the good guy, so that makes Kira the bad guy.” She smiled triumphantly, glomping on to Raito's side.

The girls all nodded slowly, seemingly understanding this genius insight.

“So Kira is the bad guy?” one asked.

Misa nodded.

“So Ryuuzaki's not the bad guy?”

She nodded again.

“Then Ryuuzaki's a good guy?”

L grimaced, deploring the way they reduced the countless complexities of the entire Kira case to 'good guys' and 'bad guys'. How stupid were these people?

“That's right,” Misa confirmed. “Raito and Ryuuzaki are the good guys. Kira's the bad guy.”

“That's good, then,” the girl said wisely. The others nodded sagely.

“This is unbelievable” L moaned quietly. Raito smirked.

“At least they're not the Yotsuba filth we've been having to deal with,” Raito whispered back. “They may be incredibly, amazingly dim, but they're probably really nice.”

“So says the guy who was adoring Misa Misa and hanging on her every word just a moment ago,” L said crossly. Raito raised an eyebrow.

“Jealous, are we?” he asked. L looked away.

Conversation seemed to be starting up again, so L hurriedly tugged them back over to the love seat they had been sitting on beforehand. Misa pulled up a chair beside them, animatedly joining the conversation about which mascara was the best.

“Chill, Ryuuzaki,” Raito said quietly. “You're a lot more emotional than you usually are. I know you're not used to parties, but this really isn't that big of a deal.”

“And how is that?” he hissed back.

“These girls don't care about who we are or anything,” Raito pointed out. “The most exciting thing they deal with is whether Eimi broke up with Tsubati or whatever. All we have to do is endure it.”

L groaned to himself. “Why did we ever agree to go to this thing, anyway?” he moaned quietly.

Raito smirked. “Truthfully, I agreed only because I owed Misa a date. I have no idea why you agreed.”

“You owed Misa a date?” L asked.

Raito looked surprised. “Of course. Why would she stay with me despite the investigation if I didn't play the part of the dutiful boyfriend every once in a while?”

“Because she loves you?” L posed.

Raito snorted. “You have a lot to learn about love, Ryuuzaki,” he said cynically. “True, she might still hang around the hotel and stuff, but she'd be a lot less bearable.”

L nodded as realization began to dawn on him. Raito ignored Misa the majority of the time to work on the Kira case, and the rest of the time he was chained to him. These silly gatherings were probably the only time Misa really got to see Raito.

It all made sense, now that he thought of it. Raito would play the devout, dutiful boyfriend for a few hours and Misa would get her chance to shine in front of her friends, and then at the hotel, later, she'd leave Raito alone in return. Everybody would be happy.

L raised an eyebrow as Raito offered to get Misa a drink. It may not be the most romantic sort of a relationship, but it was practical. It was the sort of thing he might do himself, and he should have expected Raito to have done the same, seeing as they were so alike.

L frowned. Why hadn't he expected Raito to have done the same? He hadn't even considered the possibility. He had been too busy puzzling over the thirteen percent chance that Raito's admiration was real to realize the eighty-seven percent chance of Raito's plan, which would also cut down on Misa's annoyance factor by sixty-five percent.

Why hadn't he been able to figure that out, though? He was a master detective, wasn't he? Surely he should have been able to gain such a simple insight into Raito's mind?

Perhaps, L mused, the unfamiliar environment put him at a disadvantage, and maybe he had gotten too wrapped up in the issue. Everyone knew that one had to remain perfectly dispassionate and objective when making a prediction, or else the probabilities would be screwed up. It was highly likely his emotions regarding the entire situation had distorted his deductive abilities.

Maybe he had been jealous...

“Oh!” one girl exclaimed suddenly, interrupting the flow of conversation. Everyone turned to look at her.

“If Yagami-kun and Ryuuzaki are both working on the Kira case, that means they're smart!” she exclaimed.

L and Raito exchanged an exasperated glance as the other girls listened intently. What did she think? That a bunch of idiots were in charge of catching the world's most famous serial killer?

L highly suspected she most likely didn't think at all.

“And, well, I don't know how to play any smart people games!” she exclaimed, biting her lip anxiously. Raito shot L a worried look.

“Oh NO!” the other girls exclaimed.

“I don't know how to play smart people games either!” one girl cried out.

“Neither do I!”

“Me neither!”

“Me neither!”

“They don't know how to play “smart-people” games?” L asked Raito quietly, incredulous.

“And this comes as a surprise?” Raito responded, his eyes glittering with mirth.

L cracked a rare smile.

“Yagami-kun, Ryuuzaki, what smart-people games do you usually play?” the hostess asked them anxiously. “I'm sure I can find something like that around here.”

The two boys exchanged an uneasy glance.

“Well, we don't normally play games...” L said uncertainly. “Chess, I guess, and Go, on occasion, but those are only for two players.”

“Ano... sometimes we take turns trying to figure out puzzles or mysteries,” Raito offered. “I don't know what else.”

Suddenly, Misa leapt from her seat excitedly.

“Aika!” she said. “Do you still have that Ladder-real thinking puzzle game?”

“Oh!” the hostess Aika exclaimed. “I think I do! Hang on!” She rushed off through the house.

“Ladder-real?” Raito said skeptically.

This time, L understood. “Probably 'lateral' thinking puzzles,” he said. Raito nodded.

Aika came running back with a box and a pad of paper. “I found it!” she exclaimed. She opened the box to display a bunch of little cards.

“We'll have to divide into teams or it won't work,” she said, biting her lip. She looked up. “How about Yagami-kun and Ryuuzaki, Eimi-chan and Kanako-chan, Kiyori-chan and Saaya-chan, Hina-chan and Mai-chan, and Misa-chan and me?”

The others looked around at their respective partners. L looked at Raito, who was smirking deviously. Surely the other girls realized that they were going to get crushed?

“That's fine, Aika-chan,” Misa assured her.

Raito chuckled, and even L smiled. This was going to be fun.

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Half an hour later, L and Raito had amassed 20 points, while the team in second place had 3.

“Okay, here's one,” Eimi said, reading. “'If you look, you can't see me. If you see me, you cannot see anything else. I can make you walk if you can't. Sometimes I speak the truth. And sometimes I lie. If I like, I am nearer the truth. What am I?”

The girls all exchanged wary glances.

“That's hard,” one girl complained. “Is it a star?”

“You can see the stars,” another girl told her.

“Maybe it's one that went out that you can only see in your mind,” she argued.

“I think it's a wheelchair,” another girl announced. “They can make you walk when you can't.”

“No they don't, they just make you ride around.”

“Maybe it's a parrot. You know, from the bit about speaking the truth?”

“Yeah, but you can see a parrot!”

“And it doesn't make you walk!”

“Maybe it's a magic parrot?”

“Hush!” Eimi admonished. She turned to face the boys. “Yagami-kun, Ryuuzaki, do you have any guesses?”

L and Raito exchanged a glance.

“A dream,” they said simultaneously.

Looks of dawning comprehension slowly began to appear around the room.

“Oh,” said the girl with the parrot idea. “That makes sense...”

“Yeah...”

“I get it now...”

“So that's 21 for Yagami-kun and Ryuuzaki, with Kiyori and Saaya in second with 3,” Eimi read off her score pad. “Next round...”

“Maybe we should play a different game?” L said quickly. The girls turned to look at him, and L fought back the desire to recoil from their dull gazes.

“It's just we have been playing this game for quite a while,” Raito said smoothly. “Perhaps now that you have learned to play a game of ours, we can learn to play a game of yours?”

L looked to Raito, thanking him for his quick thinking. Raito's lips merely quirked and he shook his head, as if saying it was nothing.

“Oooh!” Aika exclaimed. “I know a game we can play! Spoons!”

Other ideas were quick to follow.

“Mahjong!”

“Dice!”

“Kago no naka!”

“Wait.” Misa held up her hands, and the girls fell silent. L noticed an odd smile on Misa's face, and there was an unfamiliar gleam in her eye that was making him feel apprehensive.

“How about say, do, or die?” she suggested.

The other girls looked around at each other with growing evil grins. L looked to Raito worriedly, who seemed as baffled as he was, before quickly looking back to Misa. Misa was once suspected of being the second Kira. Could the 'die' part of this game have any relation?

“How do you play, Misa-chan?” L asked, trying to keep his voice steady. She looked up at him.

“First, we all sit in a circle,” she said. The girls quickly lowered themselves to the floor, L and Raito following their example reluctantly.

“Then, you spin the bottle of sake,” Misa said, gesturing to the bottle Aika had placed in the middle. “If it points to you, you take a sip, and whoever spun it asks you 'say or do?'. If you choose 'say', you have to answer any question they ask you honestly. If you choose 'do', you have to do whatever they dare you. And if you refuse, then you die.”

“You – die?” L said, swallowing hard.

“Not for real,” Eimi assured him. “Everyone just pelts you with pillows and screams at you for a bit, but then the game resumes. It's a lot of fun.”

“I'm sure,” L muttered.

“I'll go first!” Aika reached out and spun the bottle, and everyone watched as it landed on Mai, who took it and took a long sip. “Mai, say or do?”

“Say,” she said, giggling, returning the bottle to the center.

“Do you still like Hibiki-kun?”

Mai blushed violently. “Hai,” she said in a small voice.

The crowd roared with laughter.

“I knew you did!” Saaya said, giggling and pushing Mai.

“He's so tall!”

Mai reached out and spun the bottle, watching as it landed on Kanako, who took her sip, grinned at them all, and announced, “Do” before the question was even posed. The girls all shrieked.

“I dare you too...” Mai glanced around, looking for inspiration. “Call up Shouji-kun and tell him you think he's sexy.”

Kanako grinned and reached for the phone, and the girls all shrieked again as she began to dial.

“Is this game legal?” L asked Raito quietly.

“No idea,” Raito shrugged, watching as the girls all giggled madly as Kanako listened to the phone. “It's kinda fun to watch, though.”

“Shouji-kun?” Kanako said into the phone. “Hai, this is Kanako...” She looked around at the other girls, who egged her on ruthlessly.

“Listen, Shouji,” she began, “I was just calling to tell you that I... that I...” She took a deep breath. “That I think you're sexy.”

There were screams and shrieks of laughter as Kanako slammed down the phone, blushing madly, before grinning evilly.

“My turn,” she said.

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Several rounds later, L realized that he was having fun.

He had started to enjoy himself when Misa had dared Raito to dance on top of the table top, and he had laughed himself silly when Eimi had to stand on her head somewhere between the fourth and fifth bottle of sake they had gone through, and by the time Kiyomi had dared him to sing a love song to her, he was feeling much more open to the whole idea.

Granted, he had had more than a few sips of sake, as the bottle seemed rigged to point at him every time, and he wasn't the most experienced at holding alcohol, seeing as he had never deigned to break the law and drink underage before, but he was sure that he was doing fine.

It had started when Aika had spun him, and he had hesitated to take a sip. The girls egged him on relentlessly (he had never known such simple-minded creatures could pressure someone so much!) and teased him mercilessly, and when Raito joined in on the teasing, remarking that maybe he was scared of having fun because it would lower his reasoning skills, he had succumbed and taken a swig of thesmooth liquid.

After all, he could never let Raito say that he had been to scared to have fun and live a little to the investigation team. He would never live it down.

Or maybe he had been secretly wanting to try it in the first place...

L laughed along with the others as Hina streaked around outside before dashing back into the house, panting and giggling like mad. It was such fun!

Raito shot L an amused expression. “Having fun?” he asked.

“Yes!” L exclaimed, giggling as Hina struggled to get back into her pants.

“You're drunk,” Raito told him, smiling despite the odd situation.

“Yes,” L said happily.

Raito rolled his eyes.

Really, though, L mused, was being drunk so bad? It left his mind feeling wonderfully fizzy, and all the stress of the unusual situation and the leftover anxieties from the Kira case had melted away, leaving him feeling wonderfully content and happy with the entire world at large.

Too much stress was bad for you anyhow, L decided, taking another sip as Hina landed on him. He could afford to take a day off or two from the Kira case to recharge and relax, anyway.

“Ryuuuuuzakiii,” Hina slurred, her eyes slightly glazed. “Sayyyy or doooo?”

“Do,” L said, smiling as the girls around him shrieked.

“Hmmm...” Hina thought for a moment. “I know!”

L waited in anticipation as the other girls leaned forward, eager to here the dare.

“I dare you to kiss Raito-kun,” Hina said, grinning triumphantly. “And full on the mouth, too.”

L felt Raito stiffen beside him.

“No,” Raito said. “Absolutely not. That oversteps the boundaries of the game. Besides, I have a girlfriend.” Raito was much better at holding his drink then the rest of them, L mused, seeing he didn't seem the least bit intoxicated.

Pity. Raito would have been funny to see drunk.

“Oh, come on, Raito!” Misa said, grinning, half collapsed on top of Mai. “I don't mind at all!”

“She doesn't mind, Raito-kun!” Hina cheered. “Go on, kiss him!”

“Kiss him! Kiss him!” The girls around the room took up the chant.

“Raito-kun, please,” L said, looking at him with his overly large eyes. “If I don't kiss you, they'll kill me.”

“They won't kill you,” Raito said dismissively. “It's just a game.”

“But it's the spirit of the thing!” L insisted. He looked at Raito pleadingly. “Raito-kun, surely you don't find the idea of kissing me that repugnant, do you?”

Raito sighed, and L saw his resolve slip.

“If I do this,” Raito said quietly, looking at L intently, ignoring the cheering going on behind them. “We're not going to just forget it come morning. This could change everything, Ryuuzaki.”

L smiled.

“I know,” he said. “I know.”

And then Raito was kissing him.

And it was like nothing L had ever experienced before.

Heat surged through L's body like fire touching fire, and he kissed Raito back instinctively, passionately, as if he had been waiting for this his entire life. It wasn't soft or controlled at all, like L had thought it would be with Raito; It was wild, primal, and arousing, sending a feeling of liquid heat coursing through his veins to pool around his middle.

Raito gripped L's hair, tilting his head back slightly and plundering his mouth forcefully, and L tried to respond the best he could, but he was soon swept up in Raito's dominance. Raito, holding him, Raito, weaving his hands through his hair, Raito, sucking on his bottom lip and wrestling tongues frantically.

Their kissing grew more insistent and demanding, as their tongues battled for control. Raito ran his hands along his shoulders and through his hair, and L caressed his neck and back, drawing designs on them lightly as he ran his hands through his hair. They kissed vehemently, neither wanting to part from the other, as something primal took control of them both.

And then Raito pulled back, sending L reeling to the floor with the sudden loss of contact, looking up at Raito dazedly, with Raito looking down at him heatedly, his gaze smoldering, his hair disheveled, looking like he wanted nothing more than to drag L off and have his wicked way with him as the girls watched on in awe with lascivious eyes.

“...wow,” Misa said, her eyes wide and her breathing slightly shallow.

“I'll say,” Hina agreed, looking all-too put out that the kiss had ended.

L looked up at Raito, who was looking down at him wordlessly, still mindless and reeling from the kiss, and smiled up at the Yagami boy in an entirely too-suggestive way.

Perhaps parties weren't so bad, after all.

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Yay! Another chapter done!

Next chapter is highly likely to inlude Raito and L kissing each other some more, Raito and L kissing each other a lot more, perhaps in places besides on each others' mouths, and possibly include Raito teaching L about how okama like to have fun. THUS, if this is not your cup of tea, I highly suggest you reconsider your current reading material!

Now, if you've read this far, please, REVIEW! Let me know what you think! I cherish every review I get! Please, review!