Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!
How it works:
* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this
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"No," L said, gently brushing a tear from the corner of Light's eye. "We can enact this. Besides, there is a strong likelihood that I could die during this case, and I am willing to die in order to apprehend Kira." They closed their eyes kissed softly.
It was almost too much for L. He was almost certain that a sharp intake of breath slipped out when Light penetrated him the first time, but that was hardly his fault; Light's cock wasn't lubricated. As Light continued to fuck him, hard and fast, he struggled to keep his breathing slow and soft, inaudible, fought each and every noise of pleasure. In his mind he cried out, yes, please, Light, harder, just like that, oh God yes, fuck, fuck, but not a sound escaped him; he was committed to his role as a corpse, determinedly and resolutely dead. He tensed slightly, forcing his body to obey him in much the same way he'd seen Light do countless times; he repressed every motion, every sound, every desperate urge to grind his twitching erection into the ground. "Yeah, oh shit, Ryuuzaki, ohh fuck," Light murmured. "Ohh FUCK!" His voice rose, his words blurred together, his words turned into desperate moans. All the while, the "dead" detective remained still and outwardly calm. Inwardly, he was screaming. It was such a tease. He hated it, but oh God, he loved it.
"Bet you wish you could still feel this, don't you?" Light panted. "Yeah, yeah, you do, you'd want it, you'd fucking love it, oh my God Ryuuzaki! Fuck, you're so good, even when you're dead, you're dead, hahaha! Ohh fuck!" He knew he was almost shouting, but he didn't care, it felt too fucking good, because he knew that L was dead (not really), and he still felt so fucking good. He was fucking his lover's dead body, a fucking corpse for God's sake, no one should do that, it's wrong and disgusting and corpses have germs, and he knew he'd lost every ounce of control he'd ever had because he'd never stoop so low. It terrified him; the idea that L was dead and his cock was inside of a corpse scared him, the idea that he had become a lowly animal acting on instinct without any sense of morals or self-control scared him, but the fear only poured more adrenaline into his system, fueling the fire that seared through his whole body. It felt good, far too good. Oh God, his hips were moving so fast that he was probably going to give his lower body whiplash, he was fucking L's dead body into the ground where it belonged, pounding so hard that any living person would be screaming... Maybe it wasn't so bad to have amazing, mindblowing sex with a dead person. Maybe losing control, just this one time, just once and then never, ever again, was good, very good, so good he would scream and throw his whole body into one motion, thrusting his cock so deep into L's ass that it would be lost inside of him, God, so tight, so good...
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Light pulled out, panting as if he'd just run a mile. He vaguely remembered that he'd bound L's hands with the chains of the handcuffs and lifted his chained arm. Unable to support himself, he flopped sideways. His eyelids fluttered shut, and he simply lay there, bringing his breathing and heart rate back to their normal levels as the high of orgasm slowly faded away. He lazily lifted L's hands and twirled his wrist to undo the chain. L's hands flopped loosely by his sides; Light couldn't help but grab one, press his face to it, nuzzle it, kiss it.
After a few minutes of silence, Light rolled L onto his back. His eyes were closed gently, still as if he were dead. Light's fingertips brushed over the dead man's lips; they were warm, reassuring. He was still alive. Light pressed his mouth against L's, and L's lips yielded, and they kissed just as before, as though L hadn't pulled away and dropped dead.
"That was interesting," L mumbled, turning his head to look at Light.
"Interesting?"
"I certainly didn't expect myself to stay in character the whole time, nor did I expect to find it as erotic as I did."
"You... you actually liked that?"
"Yeah."
Light turned his head. He pulled L against him and brought their lips together. Their kiss was rough but tender at the same time, and when they finally broke away, they both sighed. Light nestled his head into L's neck, resting on his shoulder. "How did you do that?" he asked quietly. "How were you so cold, how did you not react?"
"The shower I took was really cold," L responded. "If I'd stayed in there a minute longer, I'd have been in danger of hypothermia. Didn't you feel me shivering when we kissed before I died?"
"Yes... but how did you stay dead? How? You had to have felt that, you had to have reacted."
"I did. I reacted internally. It was all mental for me, and I think that was the most erotic part of it. And you, Light-kun, you were amazing. Did you hear yourself? That was just downright kinky." They laughed. "And then our kiss brought me back to life."
"Hair as black as coal, and skin as white as snow," Light whispered, brushing one such coal-black lock from the detective's eyes.
"And your fetish, my suspicion... Kira... is the poison apple," L whispered back.
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AWESOME.
I was a little confused as to why Light would have known about the Death Note after relinquishing ownership, but seriously... this is great.
And your description of the noise Light makes when he comes is completely fucking priceless and is totally accurate to everything I've ever imagined about him
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Honestly, I have no idea. I put that one in there because I could see him dreaming up something like that, but more than likely if he was actually remembering the dream it'd be confused and he wouldn't remember, or know what the hell was going on.
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HAVE MY BABIES PLZ.
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fuck it. DO WANT.
Yep, that was me who said that, and you know what I say now? I have a new, fucking awesome story to add to my bookmarks.
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(Ha! Captcha was "18-year-old relax")
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Nicely done. Very... very nicely done. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go... clean my room. Yes. That is exactly what I will be doing in there.
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