Implication (Death Note, L/Light)
For Kinkfest on IJ. I'm keeping most of my claims there short this time. REALLY. Also, Light is a prick, but that's not news.
Title: Implication
Author: puella_nerdii
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 400
Warning: Spoilers through ch. 38 or so.
Prompt: July 3: Death Note - L/Light - talking during sex - all the way up to the edge where logic starts to fade Apologies for lateness.
“I think-ah,” Light says as Ryuuzaki’s teeth graze his collarbone, “I think we’re going about this the wrong way.”
Ryuuzaki’s tongue stills at the hollow of Light’s throat; his hands pick up where his mouth left off, winding their way down Light’s chest, trailing down his abdomen. The chain scrapes against his skin, chafes it, tugs at it. “What’s the correct way?” Ryuuzaki asks; Light doesn’t know if he’s talking about this or the investigation or both. Probably both: one meaning hidden inside another, layers of deceptions, Ryuuzaki must lie as much as Kira does and he’s supposed to be on the side of justice, so what does that say about justice?
Ryuuzaki’s fingers thread through the coarse hair curling around the base of Light’s cock, pull sharp, hard. Light hisses, jerks his hips towards the touch, digs his fingers deep into Ryuuzaki’s hipbones. “You suspected that Kira was linked to a member of the investigation team.”
“I wasn’t wrong.”
Light slides his hands up Ryuuzaki’s ribs-they don’t quite protrude, but they give the impression of angularity-and grabs him by the shoulders, pushes him on his back, traces the black circles under Ryuuzaki’s eyes with the pad of his thumb. The chain rattles and clinks, pools on Ryuuzaki’s shoulder. “I’m not Kira,” he repeats, sick of the words before they leave his mouth. They’re mechanical, and they’re not the point. “But I think you were right. I think-oh.” Ryuuzaki’s tongue slips in his ear. A distraction? Probably. “I think Kira’s someone highly placed in this investigation, someone with access to criminal records and someone with the resources and skills to, ah, to track the worst of them-” Did Ryuuzaki just bite him? “The worst of them down,” he continues. “Someone above police suspicion. Someone who’s devoted his life to tracking down and-”
Ryuuzaki palms the underside of his shaft, presses the metal of his handcuff to the tip of Light’s cock; Light hisses, bucks forward. “Tracking down and halting criminal activity,” he finishes.
“You’re implying that I’m Kira, aren’t you?” Ryuuzaki asks it like a question, but it isn’t one.
Light reaches his hand down, runs his knuckles along the inside of Ryuuzaki’s thighs. “Implying, suggesting, accusing, call it what you want.”
“Interesting,” is all Ryuuzaki says. “Is that what you’re planning to do after you become L?”
Light kisses him then, to shut him up.
Title: Implication
Author: puella_nerdii
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 400
Warning: Spoilers through ch. 38 or so.
Prompt: July 3: Death Note - L/Light - talking during sex - all the way up to the edge where logic starts to fade Apologies for lateness.
“I think-ah,” Light says as Ryuuzaki’s teeth graze his collarbone, “I think we’re going about this the wrong way.”
Ryuuzaki’s tongue stills at the hollow of Light’s throat; his hands pick up where his mouth left off, winding their way down Light’s chest, trailing down his abdomen. The chain scrapes against his skin, chafes it, tugs at it. “What’s the correct way?” Ryuuzaki asks; Light doesn’t know if he’s talking about this or the investigation or both. Probably both: one meaning hidden inside another, layers of deceptions, Ryuuzaki must lie as much as Kira does and he’s supposed to be on the side of justice, so what does that say about justice?
Ryuuzaki’s fingers thread through the coarse hair curling around the base of Light’s cock, pull sharp, hard. Light hisses, jerks his hips towards the touch, digs his fingers deep into Ryuuzaki’s hipbones. “You suspected that Kira was linked to a member of the investigation team.”
“I wasn’t wrong.”
Light slides his hands up Ryuuzaki’s ribs-they don’t quite protrude, but they give the impression of angularity-and grabs him by the shoulders, pushes him on his back, traces the black circles under Ryuuzaki’s eyes with the pad of his thumb. The chain rattles and clinks, pools on Ryuuzaki’s shoulder. “I’m not Kira,” he repeats, sick of the words before they leave his mouth. They’re mechanical, and they’re not the point. “But I think you were right. I think-oh.” Ryuuzaki’s tongue slips in his ear. A distraction? Probably. “I think Kira’s someone highly placed in this investigation, someone with access to criminal records and someone with the resources and skills to, ah, to track the worst of them-” Did Ryuuzaki just bite him? “The worst of them down,” he continues. “Someone above police suspicion. Someone who’s devoted his life to tracking down and-”
Ryuuzaki palms the underside of his shaft, presses the metal of his handcuff to the tip of Light’s cock; Light hisses, bucks forward. “Tracking down and halting criminal activity,” he finishes.
“You’re implying that I’m Kira, aren’t you?” Ryuuzaki asks it like a question, but it isn’t one.
Light reaches his hand down, runs his knuckles along the inside of Ryuuzaki’s thighs. “Implying, suggesting, accusing, call it what you want.”
“Interesting,” is all Ryuuzaki says. “Is that what you’re planning to do after you become L?”
Light kisses him then, to shut him up.