HEI X LIGHT PORN
Title: Bedlinens
Writer: Qing
Rating: R
Characters: Hei x Light 黑 x 月
Fandom: Multiverse AU, baby.
Dedicated to: ignipotent , for being such a sexy Hei.
Author's Notes: First in a series of Hei x Light fics, hopefully. Will be reworked. Concrit much loved and appreciated.
Light sometimes wonders why he's living with Hei. The furniture is spartan, maddeningly clean, and the only thing worth noting is the large bed sitting in what passes off for their bedroom (because Light thinks that bigger beds equate to better sex, and Hei will never understand why).
Then again, bigger beds mean that there's more to clean, when it comes to those late nights where Hei comes in through the window smelling of blood (Light keeps telling him to come in through the door, the idiot. What would the neighbors think?) and Light enters through the door at the same time.
It's another long day at work for the both of them; Hei never asks about the slim notebook Light slips into that rigged drawer of his - it's probably a decoy, because Light never writes in it and because the man is a paranoid bastard that way - and Light no longer jumps when he sees that eerie mask; he's fucked him enough times with that on.
There are no 'hellos', none of those kinds of needless courtesies, especially when they're both more than aware of what the other required from them. Shut up, don't speak, and therein lies the simplicity of their parody of a relationship.
Deft fingers slip off the mask, pull off the tie, that black coat, and buttons pop off a pristine white shirt. And they fuck for the first time that night; Light is still in his shirt and blazer and Hei hasn't even taken off his shirt and holsters yet.
It smoothens the edge, tampers the lingering bloodlust they both feel, and there is blood on the sheets. Light bitches - "I don't have the time to keep buying new sheets, and that old woman at the laundromat asks questions." Shut up, Light.
Hei fucks him again, and Light barely remembers to pull Hei's gloves and shirt off him, because damn it, Light likes him bare and vulnerable. It makes the illusion of the power he has over him real, and that's what Light is really drunk on; that's what arouses him. There's a killer in his bed; cock deep, pounding inside him, and letting him draw close enough to kill. Is it one word, or three? What's the kanji for Hei?
Shengshun, he calls, and Hei doesn't answer.
(Shengshun, he had written once, over and over on thin white notepaper, because there can only ever be one killer and that is Kira. But he might as well just be a besotted lover with an obsession. Shengshun doesn't die. Hei doesn't die.
Maybe Hei really doesn't have a heart. )
Wrong name, Hei notes. He lets Light believe the lie of vulnerability, because it gets him what he wants. That, and other people's opinions had no effect on him, anyway. Contractors didn't need the looking glass; it was irrational, irrelevant. Contractors damn well knew themselves, and they didn't need anyone to tell it to them.
Light is tight, and it's good, it's always good with him because psychopaths are whores and Hei doesn't care enough to get another lover. Or to 'make it special', because sex is just sex, and it matters little in the big picture. When Hei kisses Light's fingers he can taste the ink, and when Light takes Hei's fingers into his mouth and sucks, he savors the blood, and it's funny how it sometimes doesn't taste all that different.
They both smell of death and sweat and ink and paper; that is the first thing he realizes. Second: he's close enough to kill him. Tighten the hand that's wrapped around Light's neck. Tighten, squeeze. Slip the reins of that control even more, and Kira will die. Third: he doesn't. The premise is irrelevant, irrational, and it serves none of the Contractor's interests.
Harder, Hei. Please, Hei.
Hei.
And they come, breaths mixing, panting. Together. Light feels the tiny thrill of electricity. It's hardly enough to kill, and it pleases him. The reminder of what BK-201 uses to kill makes him smug.
There's a killer in his bed.
Light doesn't bitch about the bedlinens anymore.
Writer: Qing
Rating: R
Characters: Hei x Light 黑 x 月
Fandom: Multiverse AU, baby.
Dedicated to: ignipotent , for being such a sexy Hei.
Author's Notes: First in a series of Hei x Light fics, hopefully. Will be reworked. Concrit much loved and appreciated.
Light sometimes wonders why he's living with Hei. The furniture is spartan, maddeningly clean, and the only thing worth noting is the large bed sitting in what passes off for their bedroom (because Light thinks that bigger beds equate to better sex, and Hei will never understand why).
Then again, bigger beds mean that there's more to clean, when it comes to those late nights where Hei comes in through the window smelling of blood (Light keeps telling him to come in through the door, the idiot. What would the neighbors think?) and Light enters through the door at the same time.
It's another long day at work for the both of them; Hei never asks about the slim notebook Light slips into that rigged drawer of his - it's probably a decoy, because Light never writes in it and because the man is a paranoid bastard that way - and Light no longer jumps when he sees that eerie mask; he's fucked him enough times with that on.
There are no 'hellos', none of those kinds of needless courtesies, especially when they're both more than aware of what the other required from them. Shut up, don't speak, and therein lies the simplicity of their parody of a relationship.
Deft fingers slip off the mask, pull off the tie, that black coat, and buttons pop off a pristine white shirt. And they fuck for the first time that night; Light is still in his shirt and blazer and Hei hasn't even taken off his shirt and holsters yet.
It smoothens the edge, tampers the lingering bloodlust they both feel, and there is blood on the sheets. Light bitches - "I don't have the time to keep buying new sheets, and that old woman at the laundromat asks questions." Shut up, Light.
Hei fucks him again, and Light barely remembers to pull Hei's gloves and shirt off him, because damn it, Light likes him bare and vulnerable. It makes the illusion of the power he has over him real, and that's what Light is really drunk on; that's what arouses him. There's a killer in his bed; cock deep, pounding inside him, and letting him draw close enough to kill. Is it one word, or three? What's the kanji for Hei?
Shengshun, he calls, and Hei doesn't answer.
(Shengshun, he had written once, over and over on thin white notepaper, because there can only ever be one killer and that is Kira. But he might as well just be a besotted lover with an obsession. Shengshun doesn't die. Hei doesn't die.
Maybe Hei really doesn't have a heart. )
Wrong name, Hei notes. He lets Light believe the lie of vulnerability, because it gets him what he wants. That, and other people's opinions had no effect on him, anyway. Contractors didn't need the looking glass; it was irrational, irrelevant. Contractors damn well knew themselves, and they didn't need anyone to tell it to them.
Light is tight, and it's good, it's always good with him because psychopaths are whores and Hei doesn't care enough to get another lover. Or to 'make it special', because sex is just sex, and it matters little in the big picture. When Hei kisses Light's fingers he can taste the ink, and when Light takes Hei's fingers into his mouth and sucks, he savors the blood, and it's funny how it sometimes doesn't taste all that different.
They both smell of death and sweat and ink and paper; that is the first thing he realizes. Second: he's close enough to kill him. Tighten the hand that's wrapped around Light's neck. Tighten, squeeze. Slip the reins of that control even more, and Kira will die. Third: he doesn't. The premise is irrelevant, irrational, and it serves none of the Contractor's interests.
Harder, Hei. Please, Hei.
Hei.
And they come, breaths mixing, panting. Together. Light feels the tiny thrill of electricity. It's hardly enough to kill, and it pleases him. The reminder of what BK-201 uses to kill makes him smug.
There's a killer in his bed.
Light doesn't bitch about the bedlinens anymore.