Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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. ( Read more... )
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. ( Read more... )
Obviously this is AU since L is hanging around with second arc Mello and Near.
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The first thing Light Yagami noticed as he began to wake up was the cloyingly sweet, strangely familiar aroma permeating the air. He shifted and snapped out of sleep completely as he realized that he was not, in fact, lying comfortably under his blankets. The sweetness was not some new overwhelming fragrance that Misa had sprayed around their "lover's nest" as he'd assumed in his haze. But it was a scent that he had at one point been used to waking up to. Sweets.
He quickly ran through the possibilities that could account for his current situation. He was sitting upright with his arms and legs bound. He was blindfolded. He was nude. He was surrounded by confections. The darker scent of chocolate balanced the lighter sugariness of cakes.
"L," his mind kept repeating, going over the letter like a skipping record. His mouth tried to form the sound, but the dryness of his throat kept it from escaping. This was impossible. He was still asleep. L was dead. He had seen L die. He had been to his funeral. He had seen him buried.
"He's waking up," a voice close to his left ear said. It was a cold voice that held a certain level of sexual ambiguity, but Light suspected it was male.
"Fucking finally," replied a voice to his right. Light heard a snapping sound, and the scent of chocolate swelled among the other confections for a moment.
Light clenched his teeth. He had no idea what was going on, but he was sure he could figure something out. He must have been drugged by a couple of street thugs. What did they want with him?
"Yagami-kun," laughed the deeper of the two voices, mockingly. Light felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. The only person who called him that... but it wasn't L he was hearing. "Wake up, Yagami-kun. We've been waiting for you."
There was a short tug behind his head, and then his blindfold fell away. The muscles in his abdomen tightened instantly, as if he'd just been sucker-punched. He was looking at a man in a mask. The eyes of the false visage were comically large, almost owlish, underlined by dark circles. The black plastic hair of the mask was framed by white, unkempt locks.
There was no mistaking whose image the mask was attempting to evoke. Light was going to vomit. While he was certainly awake now, he realized that the drugs must have had a lingering effect. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't understand what was going on. There was no context, this made no sense.
Light's attention was torn violently away as his chin was gripped by a leather-clad hand and yanked to the side. He was facing a young blond man wearing an identical mask. He was dressed in black, and reminded Light instantly of a male version of Misa. This was the source of the chocolate smell. When the stranger lifted the mask just enough to spit in his face, it seemed that even the saliva smelled of cocoa.
"Where are you, Yagami-kun? Who are we?"
Light struggled to keep his face from betraying his alarm. Yet he could not keep his expression calm as the blond tangled his fingers in Light's hair and tugged hard enough to make Light wonder whether a chunk of his scalp was about to be dangled before his eyes. But nothing so grisly happened. His head was intact and was held in place next to the hidden lips that whispered, "I'm Mello."
His head was jerked forward again. "This is Near."
Near twirled a lock of hair between his fingers and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"This must be an interrogation of some sort. They must have figured something out, they know something about L," Light thought to himself. "How many people did that bastard know?" He swallowed, hoping to keep his panic down. But he had beaten L. And he was going to outsmart the both of them. He was Kira, he was justice--
"And I think you know L," Mello finished, malicious laughter trailing his sentence.
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