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... )
Early on, there had been guards accompanying L on slightly more than half of all visits, but they had been silent figures, their faces obscured by helmets with darkened fronts, and so they'd barely seemed like people at all. Eventually, L had decided he didn't need guards with him.
Light knew, or at least L had told him, that there were still guards. They just didn't come in any longer. They were further on, in the areas Light had never been to. If Light ever managed to escape from the mansion, he'd have many guards to deal with before getting to the outside world. There were layers to this prison. It was built to contain a genius criminal with supernatural powers.
The only other people Light saw were doctors and dentists on the rare occasions that he needed them. They always had hidden faces and almost never said much. Other than that, there was no contact with the outside world whatsoever. There was no Internet, and there were no letters or phone calls. The only television Light saw was from videos L supplied, mostly movies and some television shows, nothing with news or current events, which weren't allowed. Communication was entirely cut off. Light had no idea if his family members were even alive, let alone the details of their lives. Sometimes he wondered what Sayu was doing, if she had kids, if there were unknown nephews and nieces out there.
Sometimes the past seemed like a dream. Those people he'd known, even his family, felt so unreal and distant. Light could not imagine what he might say to any of them, if given the chance. They would be strangers.
Ironically, he knew more about what Misa was doing, but only in the most superficial ways. She had been in a lot of films during the first few years of Light's captivity, and then her career must have hit some kind of rut for about a decade because Light did not see her in any films, but after that she was occasionally appearing in acting roles again. Somehow the accusations of being the second Kira hadn't stuck to her. The evidence had been almost conclusive, but not quite.
They finished their respective slices of cake, and L did that thing where he halfway stood up from his seat and lightly jumped forward at the same time, almost entering a walking mode before he was off the couch. Then L was getting the presents from the bottom part of the cart, crouching down and sorting through them as if each one filled him with anticipation and he was unsure which to hand to Light first.
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Presents came with every birthday, but it was kind of pointless, because L brought presents constantly whether it was a special occasion or not, and Light already had every physical possession he needed. It was obvious that L was rich. L had probably created the most extravagant one-person prison that had ever been built. If there was one arena where Light didn't lack, it was objects.
Usually, birthday presents consisted mostly of clothing in the styles Light favored. L knew his tastes well, and Light had three extremely large walk-in closets full of exactly the clothes he liked: elegant, precisely tailored suits, silk shirts and the fanciest patent leather dress shoes, plus a lot of expensive clothing of a slightly more casual nature. Most presents would be redundant, but it was always possible to add more clothing.
Sometimes Light felt silly wearing such nice things, especially since there was nobody to impress. L wouldn't care if Light wanted to wander around in a bath robe and bunny slippers all the time. But it was a point of pride, of not letting himself go, of reminding himself that he was human and deserved nice things. And it suited his personality to primp and preen, to spend lots of time fussing over his hair and skin and dressing himself in the best clothing.
There was only so much time that could be spent on watching videos, reading, and exercising, and working on the few cases that L allowed him to make deductions about. Whenever L wasn't there, Light struggled to fill up the hours, and being concerned with your appearance could indeed eat up a lot of time.
Light began opening the presents as L handed them to him. As he'd expected, it was almost all clothing. Light smiled and promised to model them for L soon. His heart warmed at L's almost-smile in return.
Then L was handing Light the very last present, a long flat boxy shape, and from a fleeting strange expression that just barely showed on L's face before disappearing, Light guessed that it was something special.
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In a very nonchalant tone, L said, "I'm sure you'll never try to bury one of those things in my ribs, Light."
Light threw himself at L to hug. L jerked back slightly at first, but them relaxed and leaned into the hug.
He's worried about the knives. Poor L. He must know by now that he can trust me, but he can't completely overcome his paranoia.
Light whispered, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
L relaxed, and his arms came up around Light's back in L's usual monkey-like clinging posture.
Light felt a sudden sexual need then, his heart beating faster, his breaths speeding up, his body having a desperate urge to form that vital connection that made him feel so alive and real. Without any shame, Light reached directly between L's legs and cupped what he found there, gently massaging it and probing its contours through the denim.
L responded at first with spread legs, and then with kissing and petting and at last maneuvering Light onto the arm of the couch. There, Light held his ass in the air while L stood behind and probed with fingers slippery with lubricant. It never took long to open up any more. Light was completely used to it. It had never happened the other way around. L sulked like a child whenever Light brought up the topic of reversing roles, and Light had completely given up on that argument years ago. Like so many things that had once seemed important, it simply didn't matter any more.
It was always this way. Every visit eventually included sex, no matter what activities were started or what the scheduled plan was. If Light were feeling needy, the sex would happen sooner. If Light weren't, it would happen later.
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It hadn't always been so easy and simple. The first time had been eight months after Light had been placed in the prison/mansion and it had been irritating and embarrassing, more the result of sexual tension and extreme loneliness than anything else. Light wasn't even sure which of them had really initiated it, but once things started becoming sexual L was by far the more enthusiastic of the two, pushing Light's boundaries and invading his comfort level.
Still, Light remembered smirking to himself at how L actually had needs, at the same that he was wondering if he was crazy for suddenly being curious about starting something sexual with another man. It had to be the isolation. That could warp anyone's mind and behavior. He'd played mind games with L as much as he could in his limited circumstances, and he'd resented L for not allowing him any possibility of accessing a female partner.
From the time it first started, L had wanted inside, that much had been clear, but Light didn't trust him to go that far. It was an alarming thought, to spread your legs for another man and just let him do something like that. So instead there had been many encounters where they'd surged against each other, sweating and moaning, their stiff needy erections thrusting side by side, the process sometimes helped by lubricants they would spread on their stomachs, until at last they climaxed in that slick, tight space between their bellies. Sometimes they used hands or mouths instead, especially if one climaxed first from the humping and the other needed finishing off.
Eventually, though, things had progressed to penetration. Light remembered his first time, how apprehensive he'd been, how shocking the actual feeling was of having something that size going in. Light remembered how difficult it had been for L to thrust at all even though Light had been prepared with fingers for a long time first and there was plenty of lubricant.
But now, each time Light opened up easily to receive L's length and there was no more resistance, no more resentment. All those feelings had melted away years ago, recognized as being pointless and then discarded. Now there was only need, gratitude and love.
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And then Light felt it, the culmination of the process, starting as a tensing of L's muscles against his thighs, and then a slightly missed tempo, and at last L's cry of pleasure, deep and husky, as the sticky warmth flowed into Light.
Light took it in happily, reveling in it, grateful and pleased, and a few moments later he got his reward. L flipped Light over and sucked him so hard Light couldn't see straight, and Light came hard into L's mouth, his hands tangled in L's hair.
It was the best birthday present. Objects meant nothing. Light was in a beautiful prison surrounded by as much physical wealth as he'd ever wanted. Only L meant something, and L's trust, attention and love were priceless.
Light gathered L into his arms and cried from happiness.
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...I think I can tell who you are from your writing style, hehe.
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