Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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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 huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Asleep

[anonymous]

A/N: A late reply but I hope there's someone to read this. It's my first ever DN fic so feedback would be very much appreciated.

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He never had dreams about people he knew. He never had any dreams at all. He would close his eyes in the evening, open them in the morning, and there was nothing in between but darkness.

Sometimes he wondered if dreams even existed.

He used to be sure about things.

Now he lies in his bed and is not sure about anything. He knows that it’s spring. He knows that the sun will rise in the morning and set in the evening. He knows that tomorrow he will be one day older than today. But none of those things matter.

What matters - who matters - is not here. And he doesn’t know where that man is right now.

“Is he thinking about me right now?” he asks himself quietly.

There’s no answer and he closes his eyes.

He’s not tired at all. The only things he can think about are the days that are now over. The cool hand holding his, the eyes looking at him curiously and his cheeks going red. The awkward kiss shared in the stairway before parting. His thoughts running wild while he cuddles his pillow.

The next day was the day he wants to always remember. They exchanged glances all day long, every time they walked past each other their hands brushed gently together. Little smiles flowing across the room. And later his name was called. And he followed the voice, followed it through long corridors, through dark rooms and through empty stairs until he reached it.

And they couldn’t hold it back anymore. Chest to chest, their lips caressing each other, hands in his hair, his body feeling the presence of another person.

This is what it feels like to be close to someone.

They stumbled into a room, they closed the door as quiet as they could, they didn’t let go. Strong hands held him so close. He felt lips on his neck, graceful fingers opening the buttons of his shirt. And he could do nothing but moan quietly as the lips moved lower to his chest.

This kind of heat he had never felt before.

He wanted everything right now, but the man didn’t agree. Kisses grew slower, movements became soft, and they lay on the sofa, hands caressing his cheek.

“Your heart beats so fast.”

He blushed and knew not what to say.

“Mine beats fast too. It has never felt like this before.”

A kiss was pressed on his forehead.