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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Too Many Memories 2

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Mogi hadn’t expected to see Matsuda there either. Matsuda didn’t look as drunk as Mogi felt but his eyes were wide and anxious and there was a red rim that suggested the man had been crying at some point. He laid a shy hand on Mogi’s wrist and Mogi was surprised to find the touch comforting. He nodded his head in as friendly a manner as he could manage and then turned back to his drink, struggling with words that he knew weren’t going to escape any time soon.

“Mochi, you’d let Misa know if you thought anything was going on between Raito and that Takada, wouldn’t you?” she’d asked him once, her mouth trembling slightly. “Raito … Raito is so busy, Misa hardly sees him at the moment and … and well. Mochi would let Misa know?”

“Of course I would,” he’d lied, patting her shoulder gently. “You know I would. Don’t worry about it, Misa-Misa. Raito-kun loves you.”

To his surprise, some of the words did manage to spill from him as Matsuda sat next to him, drinking quietly. Some confused wretched words about how much he’d liked Misa-Misa, how beautiful she’d been and how unfair it all was. Matsuda looked at him with those big eyes of his and simply nodded and touched Mogi’s wrist again with that warm hand.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink,” he said quietly. “Let’s go home, okay?”

How embarrassing, Mogi thought numbly, to need to be led out by Matsuda, Matsuda who everyone was used to messing up and stumbling and not really knowing what he was doing. An unfair thing to think he knew, but never-the-less a true one. But still, he nodded his head and let himself be gently guided outside and leaned against a wall, listening to Matsuda flag down a taxi for them and struggling with memories.

“Misa is no good at this game,” she’d pouted as he’d patiently guided her through the rules again.

“Yes, you are,” he said firmly. “You’re doing really well, honestly you are.”

“Western chess is silly,” she’d said but she hadn’t argued when he’d set the pieces out for another game. Her eyes had narrowed as she’d stared at the board and it was quite plain that she was thinking hard, puzzling it all out. He had still won but it had been close. Very close.

“Well done, Misa-Misa!” he’d said and she’d laughed and tapped her nose with a wink and said “Misa-Misa’s not just a pretty face, Mochi!”

So many memories … he wished he could simply turn his brain off and not think for a while. Wished he could stop thinking about the exact colour of her hair, the way she swished it when she was angry, the way her eyes sparkled. Wished he could stop remembering how her skin felt when he touched it, peachy-soft. Wished he could stop smelling her perfume, wished he could stop thinking.

He must have said it to Matsuda, although he didn’t really remember saying it. And maybe Matsuda was drunker than Mogi had realised because the younger man had turned to him with those doe-like eyes of his and said “I liked her too. Let me help you stop thinking?”

And he should have thought what that might mean but he hadn’t and he’d simply nodded his head and when Matsuda leaned up and kissed him wetly, right there on the pavement, he made no effort to resist, kissing clumsily back and reaching up for hair that wasn’t as soft and light as Misa’s … but it would do. It would do.

The taxi ride should have given him time to come to his senses, but he didn’t. He just sat close to Matsuda and Matsuda’s fingers played lightly with his and he didn’t look Mogi in the face but his cheeks were flushed and Mogi thought his breathing was slightly ragged. Perhaps Matsuda was as sad as he was, perhaps Matsuda wanted … and that appealed to him, that he wasn’t alone, that he didn’t have to be sad all by himself …

Matsuda had chosen to take Mogi to Mogi’s flat rather than to his own and Mogi was grateful. It was good to be surrounded by his own things, to know where everything was so he could avoid it. It meant that as they stumbled inside and Mogi closed the door, he didn’t have to turn any of the lights on as he led Matsuda to the bedroom.