Goodbye to Eden [Fic, PG]

Author: kimiessu
Rating PG
Genre Angst
Pairing L/Raito (up to interpretation, really)

The haunting song of Death rang in the chilly sunset as it rained - scarlet torrents of tears and anger, washing away the naivety and innocence of the smiling children on the ground.

She sang, oh, she sang - a heartbreaking tale of misery and loss and love and murder and rage.

In the darkness, they met - the darkly sinister and sly trickster, and the dispassionate scholar of twisted justice. Smiles, cold and polite, distant and full of hidden symbolism behind every curve of muscle, exchanged.

Love, wry and ironic, in their eyes. Inevitability, in the way they spoke, their words bearing hints of finality even as they let the violent raindrops kiss their eyelashes, clinging to their wan, tired faces even as they ran, ran, ran. Silence, eventually - and bitterness, in the air.

Unshed tears and turbulent emotions warred, warred under the surface. The scholar, with his wary dark gaze, clasped the cold hands of his friend, his sin, his temptation, his Eden -

- his downfall.

A frigid and quiet quirk of the lips - ah, a smirk. The trickster moved, slowly, gracefully, to touch his forehead to the other's. Challenging. Mocking. Utterly infuriating, even.

A confident, arrogant smile in return, from the scholar. A straightening of the spine, to bring him to his full height. Hands, reaching around the liar's shoulders, reaching around the magnificent prodigy's predictions and coy planning.

Hands, pulling down that angry, smiling face onto his own in a kiss.

A flash of lightning, as their hands roamed over skin and soaked garments and slick, slick flesh. Gasps, as they screamed in pleasure, roars of triumph in their eyes. Lying, lying, lying to themselves, even as they loved and hated and and loved and loved and loved and, oh-

Redness, then, seeping out onto the ground. A knife in his hand, with the scholar's blood dripping from the jagged edges, black tears on the sheath. The murderer stared. His eyes were a crazy, hysterical golden-brown, even as he continued to gaze helplessly and wondrously at the beautiful, bloody masterpiece that was his dead lover before him, naked in all its stark, unearthly glory.

He flexed his fingers, and felt the hot scarlet mess trickle off his fingers, heard the silent, cackling drip of rain and blood and death and the sheer pounding of his own ripped, bleeding heart.

L's dead eyes stared up at him - wide, disappointed, knowing, betrayed, accepting, mocking, final-

Raito screamed.

Delicious Little Scandals [Fics, NC-17]

Several drabbles I wrote in honour of Raito's birthday. ;)

Author: kimiessu
Pairing: L/Raito or Raito/L (up to interpretation)
Rating: R to NC-17
Genre: PURE CRACK.
Warning: Hints of groping, and... well, a blowjob.

i. Denial - Not Just A River In Egypt

"L!" Raito gasped in shock, horrified (oh, well, he was trying to convince himself that he was horrified) and flushing profusely as L's left hand continued its journey south, whispering lightly over his heated skin.

"What," L murmured quietly, an innocent smile on his face, "is the matter?" A teasing touch, a silent brush of fingers against his groin, and Raito bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from moaning out loud.

"My fa- my father is sitting behind us," Raito squeaked out the last three words as L groped, and he fought the inane urge to thrash around -like a cat in heat- in his chair, to throw his head back and let L just ravish him and -- ohwhatthefuckwashethinkingohGod --

L smirked.

ii. Strip Tease

L felt whatever little that remained of his self-worth and self-restraint dissolve into thin air as he felt his cock twitch infuriatingly in a wholly subconscious reaction to the smirking, half-naked Kira suspect (99.99%!) standing in front of him with half his shirt buttons... well, unbuttoned, and, damn, the detective cursed, how did Raito manage to look so good even with his abnormally perfect hair rendered unkempt (right-out-of-bed-style, the sly bastard; he knew L had a thing for him and his amazing hair), and--

No, L decided, strengthening his resolve. He insulted the yaoi pairing I shipped in that new anime that's airing on channel 4-- I'm not going to let him get away with sex that easily. No. Noo. N- Oh. Oh, yesss, Raito, come on, unfasten that- wait...

"Raito-kun, are you performing a strip tease?"

iii. Oh, To Put Talent To Good Use

"Ryuuzaki," Raito managed quietly, his voice strained.

The greatest detective in the world, L, looked up at Raito with all the wide-eyed innocence of one who wouldn't actually happen to be tonguing someone's cock under the table whilst said someone was sitting serenely at a table trying to drink a decent cup of coffee. L, however, was tonguing Raito's cock under the table at Raito's favourite cafe whilst the younger male was trying, and failing, to maintain a straight face and enjoy his coffee at the same time.

"Yes--" A lick along the side, a soft kiss at the head, and Raito shuddered. "--Raito-kun?" L inquired coyly.

"Matsuda's here," he hissed, a hint of desperation very much apparent in his voice, and he wondered why he was feeling so fucking amazing and why he didn't feel at all disappointed when L didn't stop doing what he was doing, oh, him and his talented mouth and words and brain and his hands and damn L had nice long fingers and a... oh. That was a very talented thumb he had there, Raito realised in a haze of lust, and then he stopped thinking.

iv. Of Strawberry Suits and Seduction

"On second thought, Raito-kun," L murmured deviously, "Maybe you should just continue wearing that suit--"

Raito blinked, and sputtered in disbelief. "L- you can't possibly--" His words were cut off abruptly, however, when a bony hand started trailing up his thighs lightly, upupupup and Raito felt like he was on fire and L had such long fingers and it was such an amazing sensation and then L groped, and--

Oh, Raito couldn't help but moan.

"Mmn. Oh, gods, L! L--" Raito winced inwardly; he knew he sounded desperate, but, fuck, L was good at this. And he'd just dragged the zipper of the suit located near Raito's hips up by a sinful few inches, just enough to, to enable L to snake his hand in and caress and grab and thumb Raito's cock thereby causing unexplainable and explosive sensations in Raito's brain and he couldn't think couldn't speak couldn't yell and he could only whimper, groan, let out a single strangled cry of need-

And then L planted his lips to Raito's slightly exposed neck and began to bite and bite and suckle and nibble, lightly, but it was painful, painful enough to bruise and mark and -the fuck!? - and mark Raito as his, his, L's but Raito didn't mind, not at all, and this was the first time a man was giving him a rough, brutal hickey and he liked it, liked it so much he could scream from the sheer pleasure of it all.

(My slight not-take on the brilliant Raito in a strawberry suit seducing L idea thought up by the amazing daya-chan and improvised on by the EXTREMELY AWESOME Jenna. Rawr.)

Death In Your Eyes [Fic, PG-13]

I couldn't sleep. Some Raito/L, of sorts. It's crappy 'cause I'm kinda stoned at the moment from college, but yeah.

Author: kimiessu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Raito/L

Oh--

darkness, blood, lust, paradise, broken glass

-- they were all reflected in his eyes.

Raito's eyes.

Kira's eyes.

A sinful shade of molten chocolate, waxy golden hue ripping through the misplaced brown. Those charming little orange specks in those eyes often glittered ominously at his mentioning Kira, however offhandedly, in front of Raito at any given time.

L wondered whether the younger man knew how much he was really giving away, and smiled in spite of himself - Raito was a talented actor, but it was a pity that he didn't realise that L was actually capable of seeing through some of his more seemingly flawless scenes.

Ah, again - that dangerous glimmer in his eyes, that devil's shine. Raito was annoyed. Angry, hmm? Shouting - oh, his percentage of being Kira was so going up for this...

"Fuck you, Ryuuzaki!"

"57%, now-" L announced mockingly, and he was only slightly startled when a quick hand reached out to grab him before slamming him against the wall. L winced at the pain he felt in his left shoulder -

- and even as Raito attacked L's mouth in a brutal kiss, tasting of apples, danger and death - just like he expected Ki- him to taste like - L caught a glimpse of Kira in Raito's eyes, just as he knew he would.

Such beautiful eyes, though.

Would you make me yours, Yagami Raito?

Oh - he was moaning now, kissing him back; L couldn't get enough of him, he'd thought about this for months now, oh yes, he would never admit it but he did -

Won't let you break me, won't let you claim me.

A startlingly brilliant flash, again, as Raito's eyes snapped open.

L faltered, but only for a moment - it seemed that his heart, it'd missed a beat. He paused and felt a slight feeling of fear prickling through his subconscious as Raito loomed over him, looking almost predatory, a dark smirk upon his face.

But...

I won't lose.

At The End [Fic, R]

Author: kimiessu
Rating: R
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Raito/L

He crashed onto the hard tiles, his eyes widening in shock even as Raito caught him-

-a hand in his hair. He blinked. A lone cry, keening and soft, he pondered wryly, weakly, as Raito clutches his body in his arms. Tightly, not-lovingly, fake...? He didn't want it to be fake, no, not really, even though he knew Raito was the cause of this heart attack, the reason he could feel his heartbeat slowing, the life draining away from him, his dying, dying, dying - and he couldn't stop it. Powerless, L realised miserably - tears, he saw, were forming in Raito's eyes - the pretty golden-brown eyes that'd captivated many a female with their raw, shining brilliance. Raito...

This...

Dark pools of black, the only witnesses to the outrageous act before them, the spectators to that awfully unreal scene. Oh, it couldn't be true, he didn't want to die! Not yet, not yet -- justice had yet to be served, and oh, he'd be damned if he let Kira roam about this world gleefully with it being his playground, helpless, writhing under his touch. Not like this. He knew, knew it 'd been 99.99%, he knew, he knew and he believed, tried to believe - he'd been holding back, refusing to let the percentage of Raito being Kira rise to the finality that was 100% even as he blinked back furious tears at night while Raito was sleeping, clenching his teeth in frustration as he sent paperwork and data flying to the floor as the papers, oh, the treacherous papers, all pointed to Raito being Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira, Kira.

Yagami...

--the haunting clinking sound of the handcuffs echoing in the dark. He'd watch Raito every night, staying up after he was done with his research for the day. Raito, the lovely, corrupted angel with the beautiful face. How he'd been fascinated by the young boy, the genius with a flair for tennis and that irresisistible charm and that wonderful intellect. So different, so different. So like him, and yet not. He was challenging, intriguing, such a puzzle, and--

Yagami Raito!

--brutal, brutal kissing in the darkened hotel room, Raito's lips hot on his as he blinked tiredly into the blackness of the night. Hands fisting in each other's clothing, in the other's hair. Hands dancing over skin. Sharp, tantalising kisses on his neck--

You...

--as he fed savagely on Raito's throat, and ripped an angry moan out of him. L, thrown on the bed, roughly, as Raito crashed his mouth to his, tasting, sucking, kissing, devouring him alive, and he couldn't help but kiss back, savouring the taste of this wicked, dangerous being even as he knew that he was treading the very thin line between life and death, knew that he would inevitably pay the price for playing such a game, such a dangerous, dangerous game with a snake like Raito--

I was right

--climaxing with that final thrust, that tightened grip around his cock, that talented mouth on his neck, whispering, hissing, murmuring threats and curses and "I'm not Kira, not Kira notKiranotKiranotKira!" as a choked sob escaped Raito - L thought he should probably award the boy some fucking Oscar for his marvellous acting, but that was before he stopped shuddering and looked into Raito's bright, sad eyes, regretting the moment he did so because he knew...

He knew Raito was Kira, he knew it was probably a trap, but that didn't stop him from falling, falling, falling--

But, now... I

--and he'd clenched his fists around the sheets, opening his mouth to speak, wincing as the silence struck them heavily like a particularly blunt two-by-four, when Raito kissed him, tenderly, lovingly (almost, but this was Raito - was Raito capable of love?), painfully, as he ran his hands through L's hair and L could swear he felt his heart breaking--

What a mistake it was, falling.

L, struggled to say something, choked, even as he gripped Raito's shirt desperately, wildly - flailing, almost. Panic bubbled in his heart, he could almost taste blood in his mouth, he could, oh, he could taste fear, he could taste death-

At least, it was you

L had lost- is losing, he thought stubbornly, sourly, bitterly even as his vision began to dissolve into a blur of wild colours- the battle; he refused to admit it, even as he felt his last breath catching at the back of his throat - even as he clawed, for one last chance at life, to live, to live--

Only you, Raito - I wouldn't have wanted to die by anyone else's hands

He smiled crazily, miserably, and he was almost crying, as he clutched at Raito again, wheezing, his dry sobs hoarse, his heart breaking for real, now.

My beautiful, dark angel with the black wings and the gorgeous smile, how you enticed me. How you seduced me. You've succeeded. Oh, you bastard, you fallen angel - you've brought me down to Hell with you