But what that didn't explain was why his brain was being so damned slow trying to remember how he had come to this bed. He sit up on the bed, what was a hard move with all his muscles sored, but he needed to sit on his favorite position, back leaning against the headboardn and thumb between his dry lips, while his eyes were fixed in some point of the infinite darkness, wide open but blind.
What was the last thing he remebered? Oh yes! They had just put Yagami-kun in prision although he felt it was not as good idea as it seemed. He remembered also how Yagami-san had wanted to stay in a jail too, so some times he and Watari were the only ones watching through the cameras, the rest of the crew at their homes yet. He smiled briefly thinking of how that had turned into a little voyeur fetish, night and day looking at the cute teenager, and how he had gone that night yo give Raito his dinner...
This was not his task at all, and he had would protested, but when the task in hand had something to do with the brunette teenager L didn't think it was that bad.
-Raito-kun. How are you feeling?- asked while entering the digitally controled gate of the cell.
-Fine, thanks. A little hungry.
-That's good to know,- L said as he put the tray down on the floor next to Raito.- 'cause I don't see anything I'd like to eat here...
The detective kept talking for a while, asking the same things he had asked a millon times before, trying to find the proof he needed, his eyes fixed on Raito's face in order to catch any possible hint of guilt there. And Raito stayed there, kneeled on the cold surface, listening and argumenting against L's speculations. It was rutine.
-You're not eating, Raito-kun...
-Ah?- asked at Raito the sudden turn in the dialogue.
-You said you were hungry, but you haven't eaten anything yet.
The boy seemed to think of it for a second before aswering.- I will when you left.
Raito knew well enough that he could see every move from a camera, and it had been that way since the first day he was in that cell, so that was al least a bit suspicius for the odd detective.
-I would like to see you eating, if you don't care, Raito-kun.- chances of Kira killing by eating were low, but L knew this was not an usual case.
Raito thought for a moment before he leant forward slowy, hands tied at his back, trying to not fall with his face on the floor, and started drinking from a bowl of milk. His tongue went out of his mouth to take the white liquid the same way a cat or a dog would do it. That was so humiliating! But he knew what L was thinking, and he needed to probe his innocence no matter what. He was not Kira, but it was as if someone was trying to making him seem guilty, so if he needed to eat like an animal in front of Ryuuzaki in order to probe he was wrong, he will do it.
Raito ate his dinner with his eyes fixed on the floor and his face hiden by his hair. He could feel L's eyes on him, making his cheeks burning with shame, and decided not to drink the rest of the milk.
-You do it very well, Raito-kun.
-Pardon?- he asked confussed, still trying to wipe the remains of food from around his lips using his tongue, and when he looked at Ryuuzaki, he could see something he never had before.
-You.- the detectived said again, reaching his hand out and cleaning around the other man's mouth with his own shirt sleeve.- You looked so cute like that.- His voice was soft but firm and Raito felt electricity running through his spine when he heared it again.-Drink it. PLease.
Raito looked at L with wide eyes and then to the half empty bowl of milk, not sure what to do.
-Drink it, Raito-kun.- and there was something in that voice, those words, that made Raito obey, leaning forward till his tongue was lapping the milk again.- Yes. That's perfect.- his voice was monotonous as always, but it sounded a little more impacient and a little lost. And it sounded very very close to him, he noticed. He was not sure when, but L had moved next to him, and had an arm around his body, while his other hand was holding the stray bangs out of his face.
When the bowl was finally empty, Raito lifted his head, milk trailing down his chin to his neck, and felt a hand moving to his jaw turning his face a bit, and saw Ryuuzaki coming closer. It was only a second before a tongue was taking the drops from his face, then from his neck, then from his collarbone...and then from places he was almost sure there was no milk at all. A hand slid under the hem of his shirt while the other pulled of his hair, gently but firmly, so he had to look at L's face.
-Tell me to stop now if you don't want to go further, Raito-kun.- L's voice was almost a whisper, sof but full of self-confidence, and the brunette felt it as a caresess, a gasp his only aswer to the question.
The older man kept his grip on Raito's hair, pulling a little harder to uncover the young throat, that was tempting him as a piece of cake. So his tongue darted out of his mouth to lap at the soft skin, while his free hand yanked of the hem of the shirt up to expose the hard firm surface of Raito's tummy. The pair of hungry lips left the now abused flesh of the throat and turned its attention to the tiny nubs in the chest, hard for the chilled air of the room and pink as strawberry candies.
Both of Ryuuzaki's hands had found new targets, one bussy at Raito's back, keeping him in place, while the other worked the younger boy's pants, trying to open the zip and finally reaching the prize inside. Raito didn't know when he had started moaning or why he was unable to stop that, it seemed all his blood was out of his brain at the moment. But he did know that he needed more of the damned detective, more of his touch, more...of something.
-Silence, please.- Ryuuzaki lifted his head from Raito's nipple to look at his eyes deeply.- if you need somethin, you only have to ask, Raito-kun. But don't be so noisy or Watari will came to see what's happening.
The other boy just nodded and move his hips in order to get a little more of friction from the hand inside his pants.
-I said...- L said softly, as his mouth found the neck again. Then his teeth sank in the tender flesh of the throat and his fingers in Raito's back.-...that if you wanted something, you should ask me.
Oh God.
Raito couldn't understand, but the dominant way the detective was acting melted his brain and hardened his cock like nothing he could think of, and found himself pleading, hurting his pride to get more of what the odd man had to offer.
-That's better, Raito-kun.- the black-haired one smiled for a moment before he bent over in front of Raito, on his hands and knees on the floor, and lowered his head till his lips reached the hard shaft that peeped out of the pants, screaming for attention, and started lapping, and nibling, then sucking and suckling, till he was taking the whole organ in his mouth, and giving Raito the most incredible blow job of his life.The teenager came hard inside the hot wet hole, biting his mouth trying not to cry very loudly.
TBC