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... )
The blond glared at him through hooded eyes. “I do not. ‘Kira killed L’- that’s no information at all. Now move your leg up. Haah!”
“It’s more than most people know,” Light said, irritated. “Don’t bother with my shirt.”
The man unzipped Light’s pants and forced three fingers inside his underwear, finally coming into contact with bare skin. “Kira has an accomplice… one that- hah- doesn’t need names. What if he killed L? Let me do that.”
Light drew his hand back and the man unfastened his own belt and tossed it aside. “That’s… nn. Isn’t it difficult to tell?” he said in between bites of the man’s neck and chest.
“No,” his kidnapper said, moving on to the button of Light’s pants. “Who… haaah… How many people are there that know L’s face?”
Light licked along his ribs. “Plenty.”
The attack on Light’s clothing stopped, and he took advantage of the pause to grab the man’s waist and begin to work his pants down, struggling a little with the way the leather clung to his legs. Every new inch of bare skin was bitten and sucked, Light’s words coming between long silences filled only with heavy breaths and groans. “He went… outside you know. To… meet suspects. And… the task force, they… knew his face. …And he enrolled in… a university.”
Light finally reached the end of his task, and pushed the clothing away across the floor. The blond seized him and pulled him into a kiss, less teeth and more tongue, and Light’s pants were at last completely unfastened.
At last the man pulled away, and licked his lips. “Your university?” he said.
But Light kept hold of the other man, and tugged him forwards. “You owe me a favour,” he breathed.
And he pushed the man’s head downwards.
When he felt lips close around him, Light hated his kidnapper even more for failing to give him a proper drink earlier; his mouth went completely dry all over again and he was almost unable to form anything in the way of sounds. The smaller man’s tongue was strong and lively, not at all reluctant, and Light smiled through his haze- this kid had done this before. The sensation of teeth amidst the warmth and moisture was somewhat unwelcome, but it made it interesting, after all. Light grabbed a handful of blond hair, his eyes going up towards the ceiling, as the man began to move his head backwards and forwards. There was a hand on his thigh and another moving somewhere between his legs, not in a way that concerned him, not probing, not causing any discomfort, just doing something that didn’t make an awful lot of sense to him at that moment but certainly made him feel good.
When Light gripped tighter on the man’s hair and pushed him closer, his growl of warning did not last long and in fact felt rather pleasant, and it took Light a long time to remember what they were supposed to be talking about. “Mm… so… did you know- L’s… face?”
All of a sudden the man pulled away and sat up. “When the fuck did I say you could ask questions?”
Light laughed out loud that time, because it was just too out of place. “Maybe around the time you started sucking me off?”
And the man hit him, and the man was on top of him ripping his pants off over his feet, and they rolled and rolled again, and Light found his face pressing into the man’s thigh, and he bit into it because what else was there to do, and the man yelled and they rolled again and Light bent one of the man’s legs up and backwards and pressed his hips forwards-
And the man was shouting and cursing, his nails in Light’s back drawing blood, and all Light wanted to do was move, move now, but something told him it would be better if he did not, not just yet. And so Light did not move, but instead made low noises and licked the man’s throat while he yelled and thrashed his head.
“Argh- fucking- bastard! Fucking bastard!”
Light just smiled and laid kisses on the man’s jaw with make-believe affection.
The man hit him squarely in the chest with both fists. “Get the fuck off!” he screamed.
And then Light decided to move.
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