Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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A Sort of Power, part 4

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Light rubbed his forehead- Ryuk’s laughter was beginning to grate on his nerves and as time went on he only became more aware of the sleep he could be getting. Right now his priority had to be the speedy removal of this inconvenient bag of bones and saccharine from his body. “I’m sorry if I… misled you, Ryuzaki. I didn’t mean that I’m not interested, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting… this.”

“Light,” L said then, not bothering to look up at his face but keeping his gaze fixed on Light’s now bare torso, on his own fingertips running along skin, tracing patterns of bone and muscle, “you are, as we both know, dishonest.”

And he lowered his head and touched Light’s nipple with his tongue.

Light flinched under the touch, his cheeks flaring, but just as he was about to respond with as much anger as it was possible to convey in words alone, L leaned up and kissed him heatedly, taking advantage of his open mouth to slide his tongue in past Light’s teeth. Light was just about to bite when he felt L’s fingers take hold of the nipple he had just been teasing with his tongue and squeeze it gently, before rubbing in soft circles and then pinching, using fingernails that time. Light could not help himself; he moaned into L’s mouth.

L hummed a little, obviously pleased. He moved his right hand up to the side of Light’s face and trailed his fingers down it, barely coming into contact with the skin, and then wound his fingers into Light’s hair. His other hand stroked along Light’s stomach and then returned to the nipple, and Light sighed as the sensation sent goosebumps across his torso.

He took hold of L’s hair and pulled him out of the kiss. “Ryuzaki.”

L peered at him questioningly, appearing annoyingly composed.

Light took a deep, steadying breath. L was surprisingly good with his fingers- or maybe it was not surprising, considering how he managed to accomplish all sorts of tasks while barely coming into contact with other objects. He looked up and met the detective’s eyes. “I want you to understand.”

“Is that so?”

“I want you to know that I’m only doing this so that I’ll get to sleep quicker.”

L’s lip quirked upwards on one side. He looked almost smug. “I understand.”

And Light tightened his grip on the older man’s hair and yanked L’s face down, and then they were kissing again, Light moving his tongue against L’s, tilting his face to one side and upwards to get closer, tugging at L’s hair fiercely while his tongue coaxed movement from his mouth. L seemed to understand and resumed the movements of his hand across Light’s chest, his fingers still irritatingly delicate, just barely brushing the most sensitive areas of skin. Light made a frustrated noise against L’s lips and pulled on his hair again, and all of a sudden L pulled out of the kiss and moved his face down, running his tongue along Light’s collarbone, brushing his teeth against it softly and then licking his chest again.

Light’s breath was growing shorter, his hair beginning to cling slightly to his forehead as L worked over his torso with his mouth and hands. And yet despite it all, L still seemed unruffled, his movements methodical and controlled. Light growled in annoyance and pushed him off, moved his hand from L’s hair down his neck, and then pulled his shirt off to one side and bit into the tender flesh where throat met shoulder. L jerked and let out a yelp, and Light, feeling the noise sink into him like a shot of liquor in his stomach, tensed his jaw and sucked the skin hard. L’s nails dug into Light’s shoulders as the murder suspect released his teeth and instead used his tongue on the sensitive flesh, drawing slow soothing circles before biting again. The sounds L was making were driving him crazy, every ragged gasp and harsh breath evidence that the detective was affected by him after all- no, that he wanted him, needed him. Just to gauge his reaction, Light stopped and moved his face away, and L moaned softly at the loss of contact and wound his fingers into Light’s shirt.

“You really want this, don’t you Ryuzaki?” Light murmured as his hands strayed downwards, dipping beneath L’s shirt and tracing the skin just above his jeans.