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... )
Before he has a chance to finish that sentence, L jerks him abruptly to his feet, unwinds the chain around Light's wrists, and leans forward, licking at his cheek. Light freezes, shocked, and he really does look ridiculous like this, standing there shaking and dripping pre-come with his eyes screwed shut and face covered with semen; but L thinks to himself that yes, this is beauty, and he pushes Light down onto the bed, reaching for a tissue and cleaning his face, because he wants Light to look at him. The boy's gaze is dazed, wary, embarrassed, and wanton all at the same time. He tries to grind himself up against L, but L will have none of it, bracing his arm over Light's stomach and holding him down firmly, other hand pinning his shoulders.
"What is it that you want, Light-kun?"
"Ryuuzaki." Desperate, needy -- good. Having Kira like this, desperate and needy -- having Kira like this, forgetting all about Kira, the factor in their relationship which should be like a constant spectre -- good.
"You want me?" He flicks at Light's pulse-point with his tongue.
"Please," Light gasps.
"Light-kun." L's tone is a flat, bored drawl. He looks casually unimpressed, and Light writhes in rage and lust under him. "Surely someone of your mental faculties can come up with a more specific request than that." Light groans.
"I want-- want you t-to--"
"Mm?" Nipping gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder now.
"Y-your refractory period makes thi-i-is very... unh, unlikely right now, but I--"
If he were a different man, L would have burst into laughter -- or, perhaps, started defending his sexual prowess. But Light was correct, it was unlikely that he would manage another twenty or so minutes without coming or losing his erection, so L simply prompted him: "Go on."
"I want you to fuck me," Light cries, finally, throwing back his head, clawing his nails down L's back. "Please, Ryuuzaki, please!"
You are the golden boy, the perfect son, who had the most vast platter of gifts imaginable handed to him by the world, who always got it, and fast, who never had to beg for anything. Too talented, too praised, too proud. Always the leader, always in charge of everything. But it was always too in-between, wasn't it? You were perfect, but achieving nothing, so either you had to be less perfect, had to plead and want and lose control and be humbled, or you had to achieve something truly meaningful. Just to feel real. And right now you've lost your meaningful cause but you've found that you can turn to this instead-- because I am the only person who is worthy of losing control to, I and only I give you this path, this outlet, because only I am strong enough to break you down-- And the thought gives him a dark thrill.
Right now, you are really Yagami Light, more than any other time; and eventually you will be really Kira again; and how strange and sad that the world should be terrorized by you seeking a comfort you could just as easily find in sex.
"I did not hear you, Light-kun. Kindly speak up." Even as he says this, L is reaching for the Vaseline on the bedside table, but Light humours him anyway.
"Please--! Ryuuzaki, L--!"
With his fingers fully lubricated, L pushes them into Light, slowly, one at a time, crooking them gently to find that little cluster of nerves -- and there it is, and Light bucks violently, managing garbled vocalizations: "Harder, you have to, that's not enough, please." L obliges, fucking him faster and harder: his fingers are strong and dexterous and his other hand is seeking out all the secret spots on Light's body which drive him crazy, until the boy is rocking and moaning and grasping at L's shoulders with a painfully tight grip, which may even leave bruises tomorrow.
Light reaches completion, gasping, shivering, unraveling.
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Best line EVER. It really IS so true.
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