Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 03:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | death note, l, yagami raito |
[Death Note] L
Title: L
Rating: R for hints of sex
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing or POV: L/Raito
Special Note: Odd little perspective piece.
It all came back to speculation and manipulation - the two forces that ruled his life. Speculation regarding the truth, and manipulation to bear his theories out. Except this time, it hadn't worked, and here he was chained to a man everyone claimed to be innocent, a man he knew to be Kira. He hadn't been lying when he'd called Raito his first friend. His life, until now, had been devoid of such emotions. They were weights, dragging him down and keeping him from properly carrying out justice. He was too sore a loser to ever allow such weakness. Which didn't explain why he'd allowed himself the friendship. But he had, because despite his best efforts, he couldn't control everything. He'd never been quite perfect at controlling that faint urge to find friends, to socialise with others enough to let down his guard and trust them with even a part of himself. Letting the investigators see him had been the beginning of the end, and now he was chained to Raito - Raito who understood him so perfectly, who predicted his thought processes so completely that he had to be Kira. Because only Kira could keep up with him, and as much as he hated Kira for it, he also respected Kira. So it was no small surprise the day he realized he respected Raito as well. Misa might have a pretty body and occasionally show flashes of intelligence, but it was Raito his eyes followed, Raito he analyzed. And, in that way that friendship and respect can fade into attraction without the transformation ever being noticed, it was Raito his body yearned for. He lay in bed, listening to the soft breathing of his bedmate, feeling the weight of the chain weighing down his one wrist as his other flicked up and down, stroking his own body lightly, and he wondered if the attraction he felt - if the need for this hand moving against his skin to be Raito's, not his own - was in spite of his suspicions... or because of them.
Word Count: 345