Neko

Note to readers: This chapter has increased the story's rating to 'NC-17'. It contains a lemon. It contains boy-on-boy sex. If you do not like reading such things, what are you doing here? :P

Neko

Chapter 4

Every teenager has a picture-perfect romantic ideal of how they want their first kiss to go, or how they want their first time to be. Perhaps they want to be taken on a bed of rose petals, or kissed underneath a full moon in a park at midnight; it varies from person to person. L hadn't been so original as to come up with anything so special as that, but he had hoped that both people would be happy with the result, and he had hoped that it wouldn't hurt.

He had never expected his first kiss to be in front of a crowd of rowdy, drunken teenage models, with another boy, no less, and he certainly hadn't expected it to steal his breath away and be the hottest thing he had ever experienced.

And he had never, ever expected his second kiss to be up pinned up against the wall of an apartment building, splayed up against the brick for any passerby to see as Raito devoured his mouth hungrily, possessive, before pulling back and dragging him into a taxi.

And as for the rest of the night...

Well, L really didn't know what to expect for that.

“Wakusei Hotel, please,” Raito snapped, yanking L into the taxi beside him. “And step on it.”

The driver glanced at Raito, took in L's flushed face and tousled hair, and shot them both a dirty look but took off down the street nonetheless, heading back to the hotel where the investigation was centered.

“Rai-to,” L said, trying to keep his thoughts from falling out of his head. “I think that man knows that we were kissing.”

Raito rolled his eyes.

“You're still drunk,” he informed L. “You're not thinking straight, or else you'd know he's probably thinking that we've done a lot more than just 'kissing' already tonight.”

The driver turned around to shoot them both a murderous look. Raito ignored it.

“The first thing we are doing when we get back is fixing you up,” Raito said, adjusting L's shirt from where it had gotten twisted around, “and then we can get back to things.”

“Things?” asked L, looking up at Raito.

Raito looked down at him, his eyes dark with arousal, and smiled.

“Oh yes,” he said breathily. “These sorts of things.”

His lips descended on L's once again, and L's mind went utterly blank for the rest of the taxi ride.

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“Alright, L, eat this.”

Raito set a piece of bread in front of him, and L looked up at him blankly.

“Why?”

“It'll help you get sober,” Raito explained. “The bread will help absorb the alcohol, which is impairing your reasoning ability.”

“Why?”

“The alcohol in your bloodstream is delaying your neural synapses, causing a depressant effect.”

“Why?”

“Because you drank too much...”

“Why?”

“Stop asking me that!” Raito got up and stormed over to the fridge, straining the chain between them, before bringing back a glass of milk. He sat down beside L, who looked at him with wide, wary eyes.

“Look, Ryuuzaki, I'm sorry,” he said tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It's just – you're not yourself when you're drunk. Please, eat the bread, and get back to normal. I want my friend to come back.”

L looked at Raito blankly.

And somehow, somewhere in his sake-slurred mind, he heard Raito.

The words registered.

And L listened.

Picking up the piece of bread, L ripped off a corner and chewed it slowly. It wasn't bad, considering he normally didn't eat anything besides sweets, but then again, perhaps his taste buds were dulled from all the sake. He swallowed and bit into the bread again, a bigger bite this time, while Raito watched, looking relieved.

“Good, Ryuuzaki,” he said, smiling encouragingly. “Why don't you have another piece?”

He handed him another piece of bread, and L began to eat once again.

“Good, good,” Raito urged. “Now, how about some milk?”

L cocked his head, looking at the milk skeptically. His mind was already sharpening, the bread beginning to stop anymore of the alcohol from being absorbed into his blood, and every instinct in his brain was screaming at him that Raito was up to something. He was wearing that all-too-innocent look, and he couldn't be up to anything good. But the bread had made him thirsty, and milk did sound awfully good...

Deciding to trust Raito just this once, L reached for the glass and took a nice, long draught of milk, while Raito watched on, apparently satisfied. Draining the glass, he looked at Raito, who stood up wordlessly, glancing at his watch, as if expecting something. L looked at him curiously for a moment, before his eyes widened.

Ulp...

Slamming the glass down, L ran to the bathroom, one hand clutched to his mouth, the other dragging Raito behind, before he reached the toilet, fell to his knees, and promptly retched. Warm bread and milk and sake spilled forth, mixing together, and L's mind dimly registered that he hadn't felt this sick since he was a child.

Smooth, cool hands reached around, pulling back his hair, and L had just enough time to glance up and see Raito looking down at him gently before promptly convulsing forward and retching again. Dimly, L realized Raito must have been running along side him to get to the bathroom this quickly. It was like he had been expecting it or something.

When he was done, Raito helped L to lie down on the floor, gently laying him down on the tiles, curled up into the fetal position, while Raito did his best to clean up. L lay there, one ear to the floor, and began running mental scans on his state of being.

His stomach still hurt, from the recent fit it had thrown, but the vomiting had done wonders for his mind. His mind was likely to still be a bit fuzzy from the amount of sake he had consumed and amount that had been absorbed into his bloodstream, but he was well on his way to recovery.

It was lucky he had thrown up, L supposed, even though it had hurt. Normally, according to what he had read, most people suffering from overconsumption of alcohol didn't throw up until the next morning, and then they had a terrible headache known as a 'hangover'.

Wait a minute...

“You made me throw up!” L accused, leaping to his feat in a stunning display of agility for one who had been stumbling around not too long ago.

Raito paused, turning around from his place at the sink to look at L, before saying coolly, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“You knew,” L said, the idea already planted taking root in his mind. “You knew some way to make me throw up so I wouldn't be drunk anymore! That's why you were acting so strangely and why you were standing up when I started running for the bathroom! You already knew I was going to throw up because you planned it!”

Raito raised an eyebrow. “So?”

L opened his mouth again, before pausing, fumbling for words. “So- that's- not very nice!” His face coloring almost instantly in mortification, L realized he hadn't expected the Yagami boy to admit to trying to make him vomit and hadn't prepared accordingly. As a matter of fact, if he hadn't, he would have probably passed out and woken up with a splitting headache and thrown up then, a fate much worse than this. Yet, he had accused Raito without thinking first thing. Where was his mind these days?

Probably along with the sake in the toilet, L mused, before tilting his head and looking back up to meet Raito's gaze.

Raito's eyes were darkened, their normal color instead a fiery golden, and his gaze was heated, empassioned, and L found he couldn't look away.

“Did you know,” Raito said, his voice slightly husky, “just how fucking sexy you look like that?”

L stared, thrown.

“Umm... no?”

Suddenly, Raito had him pinned up again the bathroom wall, looking down into his large black eyes, his breath ghosting across L's lips. The glitter of his arousal was still there, but now, L noticed there was something else there too, some new emotion in his eyes.

“Ryuuzaki,” he said quietly. “Do you remember what I said before I kissed you?”

L wracked his mind.

“That it would change everything,” L said, recalling Raito's words from before. “That we wouldn't just forget it come morning.”

“That's right,” Raito said, his eyes boring into L. “You need to remember that.”

He leaned down and kissed L again, passionately, their tongues twisting together, and L moaned suddenly as Raito rubbed his erection against his own through his pants.

And then suddenly, L's blood seemed to catch fire, and they were kissing again, but harder this time, fervently, with Raito's tongue wrestling with his as L clawed at his back. Raito was grinding against him, and it felt so good that L couldn't help but moan against Raito's mouth as the two battled for dominance, trying to devour each other.

They broke away for a moment, breathless.

Panting, L couldn't help but lean against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. Glancing in the mirror at his flushed face, red lips and mussed hair, he blushed even harder before looking over at Raito, who was regarding him with a half-sort of smile.

“See?” Raito said, coming up behind L and hugging him around his waist, looking into the mirror. “You are sexy,” he breathed into his ear.

L tilted his head, considering, watching as his reflection did the same. Upon closer examination of himself, (which was very hard to do when Raito was sucking on his neck like that!) L supposed he could be construed as sexy in some contexts. His wide eyes, messy hair, and naturally innocent demeanor seemed to make him 'cute' in others' eyes, and with his flushed, obviously-aroused appearance, he supposed he was quite a sight to behold.

“Do you see?” Raito murmured against his neck, making L shiver slightly with the wonderful vibrations it produced against his skin. “Do you see how goddamn sexy you are to me, Ryuuzaki?”

“Mmhmm...” Words escaping his present speech abilities, L could only watch in fascination as Raito continued kissing his neck, sucking and grazing it ever-so-slightly with his teeth. L had had no idea that his neck was so sensitive until Raito had decided to stimulate it, and the visual stimulation from the sight of Raito's lips on his skin in the mirror had a warm coil of anticipation and desire building in his midsection already.

Suddenly, Raito whirled L around, and L looked at him helplessly, his knees weak with arousal, while Raito looked at him heatedly, desire burning in the depths of his golden eyes, his intentions clear.

“Bed,” he said huskily, his low tone and words sending a thrill through L. “Now.”

Quickly agreeing, L turned and stumbled out the bathroom door in the direction of their room, loosing his balance, only to have Raito dash forward and catch him, before sweeping him up in his arms, bridal-style, and continuing to carry him to their room. L turned to look up at Raito, his eyes wide, alight with questioning, and Raito smiled.

“I can't have you hurting yourself so early, now, can I?” Raito murmured huskily, his eyes glittering, foreshadowing of things to come. “After all, the night's only just begun.”

L shivered slightly in Raito's arms at that suggestive statement, and Raito laughed as he made his way towards their room.

Flicking on a dim lamp with one hand, Raito deposited L onto the bed, leaving him lying there on his back, looking up at him, wide-eyed, while Raito tugged off his shirt. A moment later, Raito sat him up and tugged his shirt off as well, with L too stunned to resist.

“Undo the chain,” Raito murmured, and, as if from nowhere, L produced the key, quickly undoing his handcuff, shrugging the two shirts off of the chain and onto the floor before relocking the cuff. The key vanished again a moment later and L looked up only to have Raito push him back down against the bed, his skin set alight as their bare chests touched, and kissed him deeply.

L moaned into Raito's mouth, feeling a heavy haze of lust cloud his mind as the two meshed together, Raito dragging his nails up L's back lightly, sending shivers throughout his whole body. Slightly uncertain, L tentatively touched Raito back, his skin soft and hot under his tender hands, becoming more assured when Raito groaned into his mouth as he caressed his chest, feeling the fine, toned muscles beneath his skin.

Raito resumed kissing him, but this time, his lips didn't linger, instead moving from his lips to his cheek and over to his ear, where Raito blew a gust of warm air, sending a anxious shiver of anticipation through L's body once more.

Moving on, Raito's lips trailed down the side of L's face, kissing, laying a path with his tongue and teeth, before once more reaching his neck. Making his way slowly around to the front of L's body, Raito sucked sharply on the divet between his collar bones and throat, making L gasp sharply for air, before turning into a heady moan.

As Raito continued trailing kisses down his body, L watched him through dazed eyes. Apparently, his mind really had stopped working, he considered, sighing as Raito caressed his chest tenderly, or he'd be doing something back to Raito. That was how it worked, wasn't it? Or maybe they were supposed to take turns? Having never done anything like this before, L didn't really know what to presume, but for now he was content just to sit back and take whatever delicious sensations Raito was willing to provide him with.

As if sensing L's hazy thoughts, Raito glanced up at him from his position at his chest, shooting him devilish, sexy smile before laving at one of his nipples, dragging his tongue across it, scraping it slightly with his teeth, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it gently

A loud moan tore itself from his throat, his hips bucking up against Raito as if of their own volition, and L threw his head back, gasping. Honestly, he thought faintly, as Raito continued tonguing his chest, he had no idea that his nipples could be so sensitive! He had read that while male nipples weren't nearly as sensitive as females' were, some were more sensitive than others, but he had never expected it to feel so good!

His hands dancing down L's body as raito switched nipples, Raito caressed his abdomen, teasing him, before reaching down and cupping his arousal, feeling its heat through his pants, drawing another groan from L. Leaning his head back up toward the other boy, he whispered one hot word into his ear.

“Undress.”

Swallowing, slightly nervous, L unzipped his fly and wriggled out of his pants, soon followed by his underwear, before baring himself to Raito's hungry gaze. Slightly surprised, L noticed that Raito had disposed of his pants and underwear as well, now standing at the foot of the bed as naked as the day he was born, taking in the sight of L with a positively lascivious look on his face. As L's gaze traveled lower, he blushed slightly. Apparently other parts of Raito were pleased with how he looked as well.

Growling, Raito pushed L down onto the bed again, his lips crashing down onto L's, their tongues dueling frantically once more as the two clawed at each other, trying to touch every inch of each other they could. Shifting his hips, Raito rubbed his erection against L's, making him jump slightly before moaning into his mouth as the other boy slowly started thrusting his erection against his own.

Panting, Raito broke the kiss, staring deep into L's eyes for a moment before moving down to his midsection again, taking L into his hands and palming him. L sucked in a sharp breath.

“You've never done anything like this, before, have you?” Raito asked, looking up at him as he stroked L, making him squirm.

“Nnn-no,” L managed to get out. “I- I've never-”

“That's okay,” Raito assured him, squeezing him, drawing a gasp from L. “I'll guide you.”

Suddenly, a searing, hot wetness engulfed L, making him cry out and arch his hips up against Raito's mouth in desire. Dazed, L watched through hazy eyes as Raito took him into his mouth, teasing him, licking and laving at him before sucking him back into his mouth again, making him moan with need.

Glancing up, Raito shot L a seductive smile as he continued to work away at him, his hands trailing lower to caress his balls. L gasped and moaned, unable to believe the sensations Raito was providing him with. He was unbelievably aroused, and he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer if Raito kept that up.

A circling feeling around his rear quickly caught L's attention, and he tensed. Sitting up and looking down at Raito quickly, he saw the other boy looking up at him, holding him in one hand, the other slowly circling around his rear entrance.

“Relax,” he said gently. “It'll be okay.”

Still slightly tense, L slowly laid back down, a new spike of anticipation in him. Up until now, it hadn't really occurred to him where Raito had been going with all this. But now, the implication was clear.

“Are- are you going to-?” L asked, watching as Raito sucked on one of his fingers, before pulling it from his mouth, smiling a half-smile.

“What did you think I was going to do?” he asked, slightly amused. “If it's your first time, you can't be top. You won't know what to do.”

“But- but-”

“Relax,” Raito soothed. “It'll be okay; I promise. You'll like it.”

L was just about to object again when he felt a thin, slender finger slide into him as Raito simultaneously took him back into his mouth, sucking at his head. Unable to focus on the foreign digit exploring his rear for the sensation building in his midsection once again now that Raito had returned to what he had been doing, L was only aware of an odd, tingly feeling spreading throughout his body from the spot Raito was stimulating deep inside of him, setting his nerves alight. Raito sucked L into his mouth again sharply, taking him in deep, and added a second finger while L moaned. This wasn't bad at all.

Raito's fingers moved about inside of him, gentle but persistent, stretching him as he squirmed about. It wasn't as if he could help it; everything Raito did to him just felt so good, like nothing he had ever felt before, and L moaned again, never wanting it to end. There was a distinct feeling of a pressure building around his midsection, like a tightly-wound coil, getting ready to release, and L was sure he was going to do just that when Raito stopped.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, L gasped for breath as Raito stepped away for a moment, not really being able to see what he was doing in the dim light. However, when Raito returned a moment later, L could tell something was different; Raito was breathing harder, and he was more anxious, as if ready for something.

L was pretty sure he could guess as to what.

“Ryuuzaki... L... are you ready for this?” Raito murmured, his molten gaze holding L's, his desire burning bright within his eyes. “I can try to prepare you more, if you're not.”

“I- I think so,” L said tentatively. “What do I do?”

“Bend your knees, first,” Raito said, guiding them into place. “Now, try to relax.”

“Will it hurt?” L asked.

“It might at first,” Raito admitted. “But the more you relax, the easier this is going to be. Okay?”

L took a deep breath, held it for a moment, before slowly exhaling.

“Okay,” he said, nodding. “I'm ready.”

Raito paused, before slowly pushing into L. L winced, but forced himself to relax as Raito made his way in. Raito was lubricated, at least; that must have been what he had paused to take care of.

L paused, examining the feeling. It hurt, certainly, especially at his opening, but it wasn't so much the pain that he felt as it was all the pressure the intrusion was exerting on his insides. If Raito had gone too quick, L didn't doubt it would have hurt a lot more.

Raito moaned, and L looked up, surprised to see his jaw clenched, struggling for control. His face was flushed, his eyes shut tight, and his breaths were coming ragged gasps.

In a flash, L realized what was going on. While he had to overcome the sensation of pain before he could enjoy anything, Raito had no such qualms, and being surrounded by such a tight heat and not being able to move yet must be torture for the poor boy.

Slowly, Raito opened his eyes, some semblance of his self-control regained.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. L nodded.

“Then we'll start slow.”

Raito started thrusting into him, with slow, passionate movements, dragging along the walls of his insides, creating more pressure with the friction it caused. And surprisingly, while L had noticed that the pain had faded, the pressure was doing no such thing. Instead, it was changing, moving, seeming to spread throughout his veins like liquid fire, setting his nerves alight.

Lying back flat on the bed, his knees bent around Raito's waist as Raito thrust into him, L allowed himself to watch the erotic sight of the other boy pumping into him, disappearing inside of him where they were joined, before pulling out, his breath coming in shorter gasps, his eyes closed, his brown hair hanging in front of his face and he panted, and L felt himself growing more and more aroused.

“Harder,” he whispered.

Raito opened his eyes and shot a questioning glance at L, but obeyed, speeding up his thrusts.

Ahhh, that was better, L thought through a haze of lust. With the harder thrusts, the pleasure was building quicker now, and it wasn't so elusive as it had been, and he was really starting to enjoy this. He groaned as Raito pushed back into him, moaning at the loss when he pulled out.

It was amazing, L realized, moaning. Sure, L had gotten himself off before, as had all teenage boys, but it had been nothing like this. He had never known the prostrate gland could provide such exquisite sensations. No wonder Raito enjoyed playing the neko normally. If this was what it was like, it was well worth it, even if it required taking a passive role.

“Nnnn... harder, Raito, harder.”

Raito obliged.

Moaning in abandon, L felt waves of pleasure spread throughout his body, circling around his genitals and nipples in particular, resonating through his anatomy before coming back and coiling around his center, building the pressure there as he neared his release.

And then L couldn't think anymore, only feel, only give himself over in abandon to all the feeling Raito was giving him as he neared his peak, panting frantically, moaning in abandon, dangling on the precipice, as the pressure mounted and mounted, the coil inside of him growing tighter and tighter, pushing him closer and closer to his climax.

“Ahhh...L...”

Opening his eyes a fraction at the sound of his name, L watched, entranced, Raito pumped harder and harder, losing himself in the motion, the erotic sight tipping him over the edge.

“Ah! God! Raito!”

His entire body tightening, L arched his body up and cried out, his orgasm crashing around him in great waves, sweeping him up in its intensity, as he was lost in a sea of sensation, lost, lost, unable to think, only able to feel. Beside him, he could feel Raito stiffen and tense, crying out and freezing deep inside of him, before collapsing alongside him on the bed, panting and quivering as the two tried to catch their breath.

After a long moment, L gathered the energy to roll over and look at Raito, who, sensing the movement, opened his eyes, obviously waiting to see what L had to say.

L paused, feeling terribly awkward for a moment, before blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

“Hi.”

Raito cracked a grin. “Hi,” he smiled.

The two lapsed back into a comfortable silence for several minutes, before Raito spoke up.

“Things aren't going to go back to the way they were, are they?”

L knew the question was more rhetorical than literal, but he felt inclined to answer it anyway.

“No,” he said simply. “I don't think they can.”

“Good,” said Raito, and, slinging an arm over L's waist, pulled him towards his waist, spooning up against him and turning off the lamp before resting his head onto the pillow.

“Goodnight, Ryuuzaki,” he murmured sleepily.

Lacing his fingers through Raito's, L smiled into the darkness. Who would have thought? he wondered. He wouldn't have ever done such a thing with Raito if he hadn't been able to fall asleep that one fateful night, when he had overheard Raito's dream during his period of insomnia.

L smiled. He had a feeling he'd be able to sleep better tonight.

“Goodnight, Raito,” he murmured back, and, relaxing next to his lover, followed him into dreamland.

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