[DN] Feel the Fate, PG-13, Smuttish, Raito/Raito [xmas05]

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Christmas Drabbles 2005

For: exwaiz & aisutenshi
Pairing: L/Raito [Death Note]
Theme: smut ahahah, sort of


Feel the Fate

Can you see me, L? thought Raito, sliding a hand up his chest, fingers caught briefly in the buttons of his school shirt. I know you can. There were, after all, sixty-four cameras in his room. All wired so L could watch Raito. Raito, who knew about them, because he had the trump card that was Ryuk. Raito, who had to suppress his smile as he undid the first three buttons on his shirt.

Moving carelessly, stretching like he’d just gotten home after a long day at school, Raito stripped his tie off and tossed it over the back of his desk chair. He shrugged out of his uniform jacket and hung that up more neatly in his closet. Then he moved toward his bed, Ryuk backing out of his way, watching avidly. Always curious, Raito thought, needing entertainment. He could understand that. Life before he’d found the Death Note had been so utterly mundane, so boring.

All that had changed now that he was battling wits with L. Raito’s eyes gleamed. I’m going to get the better of you, L, he thought, determined. I’m going to win and I’m going to rule over the new world. And you’re not going to be able to stop me.

Seated on his bed, Raito leaned over and slid his hand under the mattress, rooting around for the magazines he kept there—he was a red-blooded teenaged male, after all—and did his best to look discreet as he pulled one out. Trashy, of course, with big breasts and scanty clothing displayed as gaudily as possible. What Raito thought of the magazine’s aesthetics was moot, however, as long as he played his role of being just a normal, slightly above-average high school boy.

Keep watching me, L. Can you take your eyes away?

Raito flipped a few pages in the magazine, letting his eyes linger on each spread of bare skin, meant to be arousing. He shifted on his bed and instead thought of getting the better of this unseen L, this genius mind that hid behind a computer, who was chasing Raito down. And would never catch him. That thought was far more stimulating than any of the pictures. Raito felt heat curl in his belly and he hitched his breath, picking up the pace of his heartbeat. He was just a seventeen-year-old boy entranced by his porno, just a seventeen-year-old boy with a Death Note and a shinigami in his room, acting out a lie to fool the cameras that were L’s eyes.

He slid his zipper down, already half-erect, and made a sound low in his throat when he cupped himself. Yes, thought Raito. Do you see this, L? Do you know what this means? He squeezed himself lightly and began stroking himself to full hardness, keeping up a jerky rhythm as he kept his eyes on the magazine pages, swallowing his smug smile. This means I’m going to win.

Raito groaned aloud and laid himself flat on his back, squeezing his eyes shut as he jerked himself off, fingers experienced and familiar and his blood throbbing with the knowledge that L was watching him. Breathing hard, Raito teased and tortured himself, drawing out the sensation, the tingles of white-hot pleasure that eventually culminated in him arching off the bed, splattering on his fingers and stomach.

He sank slowly back onto his bed, idly bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them. I’m going to destroy you, L.

In his hotel room headquarters, L nibbled on his thumb, eyes wide on the screens. “He’s done, Yagami-san,” he told Raito’s father, who’d turned away, face flaming, as soon as his son had unzipped his pants. L continued perusing the screens, perched precariously on the office chair. He tilted his head slightly as he stared, dark hair falling slightly to one side. Yagami Raito, he thought.

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Posted: 12.24.2005