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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Tease - 4

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The night of the second thunderstorm was a night for taking risks, and Near realized this. Once he was certain L had gone to sleep, he did his best to ignore the thundering in the background, even though every crash made him want to jerk and curl up. His hand moved downward, into the loose pajama pants L wore. Unsurprisingly, L didn’t opt to wear underpants under these, and Near felt his fingertips brushing through dark curls, before resting on their goal.

He began to stroke, tentatively at first, then more boldly as he felt L growing hard in his hand. His eyes moved up, to the detective’s face, seeing the eyes squeeze more tightly shut, the mouth open in soft panting as he stroked. Unthinkingly, Near leaned upwards, pressing his lips to L’s, his hand giving a gentle squeeze when the older man’s tongue touched against him.

He closed his eyes, hand moving faster still over the twitching, hard length, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to rub against L’s. A gasp of surprise a moment later made his eyes open wide, their dark depths staring into the equally black gaze of the detective.

“Near…” L whispered, blinking slightly, moving his head back away from the boy, even as his hips jerked into his hand. “What are you doing?”

Near noted that L made no move to stop him, and offered a small smile. “It’s a… gift, for you.” He answered softly, cheeks turning red again.

“You… shouldn’t…” L cut himself off, groaning softly, and Near decided he could die happily because he’d heard that sound, been the cause of that sound.

“Please…” The boy pleaded softly, giving L a look that was almost impossible to say no to. L contemplated for a moment, eyes going distant even as his hips continued to move with Near’s hand. What was happening was illegal, Near was only fifteen but that didn’t stop it from feeling good. And if they never spoke of it, and never did it again… it couldn’t hurt, right?

“Fine…” He consented finally, giving a small gasp of surprise when Near pressed his lips to his own again. The boy kissed him feverishly, small tongue darting over every inch of the detective’s mouth, his small hand gently squeezing and stroking more quickly now. L’s hips moved on their own, small moans escaping his throat on occasion, being caught in Near’s mouth.

His eyes closed tightly as he came, mumbling part of a name that faded to incoherence before the end of the first letter. He felt the hand withdraw from his pants, noted the care that small hand took to not get any of his seed onto his pajamas. Not that it mattered, it was too late for that. He’d have to go change now… Well, maybe in a minute, when Near stopped kissing him.

As if controlled by the thought, the light-haired boy pulled away, lifting his hand to his mouth and licking it experimentally. L watched what he reasoned was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen outside of a pornographic movie, as Near cleaned the mess from each of his fingers and his palm.

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They didn’t talk about it at all. Near didn’t say that it was from Mello, and L didn’t ask any questions about why.

L also didn’t have the heart to turn the boy away the next night, when the knock on his door came. He’d been unable to sleep, working on the case, and the knock on the door was actually something of a relief. Still no new leads, since it seemed that Yagami Light was not Kira, despite all his suspicions.

He stood, closing his laptop and moving towards the door, noting with a look out the window that it was storming. Lightning lit up the outside sky, and a moment later a rumble of thunder shook the building. Oh-so that was who was at the door. Not needing to ask, but doing so out of force of habit, L leaned against the door.

Near moved straight for his bed, in a sleepy, zigzagging pattern once he was let inside. The light-haired boy immediately curled up, hugging the blankets around himself and shaking. L sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting anything else done that night, and changed quickly into his pajamas.

He moved into the bed next to Near, feeling the boy immediately wrap himself around him again. He closed his eyes, even though he wasn’t tired, putting a hand on Near’s shoulder.