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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Alright, so here we go... I promised to try, and that's what I did. TRY. This took me forever to write, and it's freakishly long, considering it's mostly just random smut.

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“Mnn… What are you doing?” He whispered, squirming, wishing he wasn’t trapped between the wall, the dresser, and the older blonde boy.

“You’re going to see L. I know you are. So give him a present for me.” The hand in his pants squeezed, almost roughly, and he cried out, biting down on his own hand to keep quiet.

“Mello.” The light-haired boy hissed once he was released, frowning down at his clothes. He’d have to change now…

“You don’t taste as good as chocolate. Make sure you give L my present, though.” The blonde answered, wiping his hand off with a tissue, tossing the soiled rag into the garbage.

“Near! Are you almost ready? The taxi should be here in ten minutes!” A voice from the bottom of the stairs. His frown deepened for a moment, as he stripped his dirty clothes off, stuffing them into the laundry hamper.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” He answered back, voice low, but carrying down the for once quiet hallways. He re-opened his suitcase, the one full of clothes rather than toys, finding new pants, underpants, and a shirt. Re-dressing himself, hoping that no one would notice the changed clothes… The lid of the suitcase slammed again, and he latched it, before lifting the two bags, making his way to the bottom of the stairs.

It was a long taxi ride to the airport, and a longer flight to L’s current headquarters in Japan. For a while, Near read. Then he slept. When he woke up, it was to the pilot announcing that the current time in Kanto. With a bump, the plane hit the tarmac.

The cabbie holding up a sign, which read ‘Near Wammy’ (honestly, could they think of nothing better?), offered him a smile. He didn’t return it, just followed the man out, getting into the back seat of the taxi. Another long car ride, before the man pulled up in front of the building. Watari was there, Near recognized him from a few times the man had visited the orphanage he had founded. Watari paid the cabby, then led Near inside.

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Near didn’t get to see L for almost three days after arriving. He was set up with a room first-with a large floor area for his toys-and a laptop, which L used to e-mail him information about the case. He spent those three days memorizing all the relevant information he didn’t already know, and removing some ‘facts’ the news had reported that were in fact false.

Surprise. That was what he felt when he saw L. He had never met the man before, and he imagined someone tall, dark, and handsome, even though that was stupid. L was taller than himself, but he slumped. His hair and eyes were dark, but his skin was an unhealthy pale, not that Near was one to talk about healthy skin color. As for handsome… He certainly wasn’t Clark Gable, but Near supposed there was a thirty percent chance someone in the world found L handsome.

L explained first that Near had been under surveillance for the past three days, to make sure Kira hadn’t seen him and prepared to kill him. The mere thought of it sent an unsuppressed mental shudder through the boy. He’d taken a risk coming here, that was for sure…

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