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At the End
Author: kimiessu
Rating: R
He crashed onto the hard tiles, his eyes widening in shock even as Raito caught him-
-a hand in his hair. He blinks. A lone cry, keening and soft, he ponders 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've 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
Rating: R
At the End
He crashed onto the hard tiles, his eyes widening in shock even as Raito caught him-
-a hand in his hair. He blinks. A lone cry, keening and soft, he ponders 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've 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
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