Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* 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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Beyond Kisses 1

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It was late and Soichiro knew that he ought to be asleep. He was going to need sleep, they all would if they were going to survive the next few days without going stark raving mad. But he couldn’t seem to relax. Every time he tried to lower his eyelids, he was struck with that image of L stiffening, then slumping off his seat, L’s eyelids drooping closed, body limp in Raito’s arms as Raito keened with grief.

What if Raito was next?

Soichiro thought he would die if Kira killed his only son.

The tap on the door was so quiet that he thought he might have imagined at first. Then it came again and Soichiro slowly slid out of the cold bed and went to open it, wondering who it could possibly be at this hour.

“Chief?”

Matsuda’s voice was small and he sounded almost like a child. He looked like one too, in a dressing gown that didn’t quite fit and with hunched shoulders, as though that would protect him. Soichiro raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why Matsuda had chosen now to come and talk to him.

“Can … can I come into bed with you?”

Soichiro was far too long in the tooth to let his mouth drop open but he did raise his eyebrow. Matsuda hunched up even more and stared at his feet, playing with his dressing gown cord.

“It … it’s cold. And … and I … I’m … I just want to talk … ”

Soichiro was reminded of when Raito and Sayu had been younger and had crept into their parents room for cuddles after nightmares. It had been years since Raito had done such a thing and Soichiro felt a vague stab of nostalgia as he pictured his son curled up alone somewhere.

“All right,” he said quietly. “Come on in.”

Matsuda crept into the room and crawled into the bed, huddling up. Soichiro ignored the vague discomfort in the back of his mind and got back into bed as well, feeling Matsuda’s warmth close by. Matsuda wriggled closer and laid his head just beside Soichiro’s, hair tickling Soichiro’s bare shoulder. It was oddly soothing.

“I don’t want to die,” he mumbled and Soichiro nodded because he understood that. It didn’t matter if you’d accepted that you were doing something dangerous, you never really thought it could happen, not exactly. Especially not someone like Matsuda, Matsuda who believed with joyful hope that his superiors would never fail him. Soichiro had sometimes tried to gently flatten that hope, remind Matsuda that they were all human, all suffered the same but Matsuda just stared at him with his happy eyes and either nodded like he was taking it in, or just shrugged slightly as though it didn’t matter.

“It might not happen,” he said quietly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling and longing for home. “Nothing has happened for a while.”

“Do … do you think that we go somewhere after we die?”

Soichiro winced, not wanting this conversation at all. Not right now. Not when he was trying to be an adult and telling himself that he wasn’t afraid of his own mortality, wasn’t afraid that he might get up in the morning and find his son’s cooling body waiting for him …

“I don’t know,” he said as briskly as he could. “It’s not really important, is it?”

“I … I don’t want to die,” Matsuda said again and the pleading tone in his voice rose slightly and Soichiro knew that the man was probably going to start crying and there was a limit to what anyone could cope with, there really was. He reached up and gave Matsuda a small shake.

“Pull yourself together!” he snapped. “Fearing it won’t change it, Matsuda! Kira will kill us or he won’t, that’s all there is to it.”

Matsuda gave a small whimper but he quietened down. His head went limp against Soichiro’s shoulder and Soichiro guessed that he was falling asleep (still warm, still breathing, not dying, don’t think like that …) He listened to the sound of breathing and noticed that it was vaguely comforting, proof that he wasn’t alone in the world. Finally, his own eyes closed and he found himself relaxing, sinking into a half-sleep. At first he wasn’t quite sure what kept jerking him back to consciousness, just that he couldn’t quite drop off fully, that something was bothering him …

“Chief?”