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... )
L tangled his fingers in his hair; Light lay still and tracked his movements with something more than his usual situational awareness. It felt as if every part of him ached beneath the skin, bone-deep. He waited for his body to tell him it would be okay to move from his curled up position, and wondered what it was slicking his thighs and if he really wanted to know the answer.
He laughed, a distant, croaky noise that wasn't very amused. “I can't even remember how you managed to convince me to do this,” he said in tone of distant wonder.
L continued to stroke his hair gently, studying him intently as if - for all they had just done - he hadn't seen enough to properly appreciate what had just been beneath him. “You are beautiful,” he said, in the same clinical tone a scientist might use.
It made Light feel a little better, that detachment. As if nothing had just occurred.
“...You'll get rid of those tapes when the investigation's over with, I trust,” he said as evenly as possible, gingerly pulling his arms to his chest to rub at his bruising wrists.
“Of course,” L agreed. “By the time L has finished taking that gang apart, anything showing one of their members on camera with his quite literal boytoy will be long gone.”
Light tried to ignore the new, different kind of intimacy in L's voice. He didn't like the type of familiarity that now colored L's words - I've seen you naked, I've felt you from the inside. “Talking about yourself in third person is the first sign of madness, you know.”
“Really,” L said. His hands were curling around Light's knees, pulling them away from his body, the defensive position they'd adopted, and Light's heart, just slowing, began to speed up again. “What does Kira-san think?”
Light laughed despite himself. See, he told himself. It's okay, it's just work, just another job, nothing personal. Everything that occurred was necessary, even if it didn't feel that way. Things would go back to the way they were before, regardless - regardless of the fact he now knew what it felt like to have L inside him, to have L explore him, to know the noise L made as he came.
L pushed his legs apart.
“What are you doing?” Don't panic, he told himself. There was possibly a perfectly rational explanation for his actions. Or a perfectly irrational one, like telling L to stop was guaranteed to be taken as a dare to go on.
He felt the muscles in his thigh dance beneath L's tongue as he cleaned a strip of skin of whatever was drying there. “Would you like to know a secret?” L said pensively. “Something that might help you gain a slightly better understanding of... recent events and activities?”
“Sure,” Light said warily, jerked as he felt L's lips curve against his thigh.
“There only needed to be one camera,” L said.
...You utter bastard, L, I bet there wasn't even a case.
I've been calling this Tacenda in my head, which means things not to be mentioned, matters to be passed over in silence. Which just makes me wonder what other things have occurred that Light would prefer were never mentioned ever again...
And I've just realized I completely forgot about Ryuk - he was in the corner. Giggling.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment