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Knuckle Knockers, Death Note, PG, Yaoi, L/Raito
Title: Knuckle Knockers
Author: memlu
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: L/Raito
Rating: PG
Summary: A day at the beach. (In my defense, Obata and Ooba did it first. Sort of.)
Challenge: Past Challenges --> Vacation Challenge
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and obviously you should be very glad about this.
Notes: The phrase 'wtf' is really, really good for this. Yes. Ryuuga is L in this fic, and I should be shot.
Knuckle Knockers
"Aren't you hot?" Raito asked, after a moment, eyes closed behind the sunglasses. He wrinkled his nose a little at the heat, and relaxed further.
A noisy, thoughtful slurp answered him; he tried not imagining what heinously sugary drink Ryuuga had managed to procure. Whatever it was, it sounded sticky and generally unhealthy (only he didn't know if the skinny bastard ever ate anything that was healthy).
"No," Ryuuga said, and at the next happy slurp, Raito edged up onto his elbows to look through the tinted lenses at his companion. Ryuuga glanced over at him, tilting his wild-haired head back and still playing with the straw between his lips.
"We're at the beach," Raito pointed out. Misa shouted at him from the water and he turned to wave at her, smiling as she pantomimed him joining her and Sayu. "In a minute," he called, and Misa tossed her head back, grieved, only to be tackled into the waves by Sayu.
Ryuuga watched them, and then tilted his head further, wide dark eyes unblinking and discomforting.
Raito turned back to Ryuuga and picked the sunglasses off. "You're wearing long sleeves and pants," he added. "At the beach."
Ryuuga, eyes still fixed on him, sipped at his drink through the straw. Raito tried not to care. "Yes," Ryuuga agreed, the straw in the corner of his mouth. "Why shouldn't I?" The straw bobbed.
"Why would you want to?" Raito asked, exasperated. Maybe annoyed, too; he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was burning up. It was just like Ryuuga to be naturally pleasant in warm clothes in this heat. "You can't possibly be comfortable in this heat."
Ryuuga slurped at his drink and blinked once, noticeably, still watching Raito.
"And stop drinking like that," Raito said, snatching the straw from Ryuuga's mouth. Ryuuga blinked, again, his mouth moving once like a fish, and then he moved forward, pressing his sticky wet sugary lips to Raito's cheek.
"What," said Raito, as Ryuuga filched the straw and turned his shaggy head back to the ocean, attention focused on stabbing the ice cubes at the bottom of the cup with the reclaimed straw.
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Author: memlu
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: L/Raito
Rating: PG
Summary: A day at the beach. (In my defense, Obata and Ooba did it first. Sort of.)
Challenge: Past Challenges --> Vacation Challenge
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and obviously you should be very glad about this.
Notes: The phrase 'wtf' is really, really good for this. Yes. Ryuuga is L in this fic, and I should be shot.
Knuckle Knockers
"Aren't you hot?" Raito asked, after a moment, eyes closed behind the sunglasses. He wrinkled his nose a little at the heat, and relaxed further.
A noisy, thoughtful slurp answered him; he tried not imagining what heinously sugary drink Ryuuga had managed to procure. Whatever it was, it sounded sticky and generally unhealthy (only he didn't know if the skinny bastard ever ate anything that was healthy).
"No," Ryuuga said, and at the next happy slurp, Raito edged up onto his elbows to look through the tinted lenses at his companion. Ryuuga glanced over at him, tilting his wild-haired head back and still playing with the straw between his lips.
"We're at the beach," Raito pointed out. Misa shouted at him from the water and he turned to wave at her, smiling as she pantomimed him joining her and Sayu. "In a minute," he called, and Misa tossed her head back, grieved, only to be tackled into the waves by Sayu.
Ryuuga watched them, and then tilted his head further, wide dark eyes unblinking and discomforting.
Raito turned back to Ryuuga and picked the sunglasses off. "You're wearing long sleeves and pants," he added. "At the beach."
Ryuuga, eyes still fixed on him, sipped at his drink through the straw. Raito tried not to care. "Yes," Ryuuga agreed, the straw in the corner of his mouth. "Why shouldn't I?" The straw bobbed.
"Why would you want to?" Raito asked, exasperated. Maybe annoyed, too; he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was burning up. It was just like Ryuuga to be naturally pleasant in warm clothes in this heat. "You can't possibly be comfortable in this heat."
Ryuuga slurped at his drink and blinked once, noticeably, still watching Raito.
"And stop drinking like that," Raito said, snatching the straw from Ryuuga's mouth. Ryuuga blinked, again, his mouth moving once like a fish, and then he moved forward, pressing his sticky wet sugary lips to Raito's cheek.
"What," said Raito, as Ryuuga filched the straw and turned his shaggy head back to the ocean, attention focused on stabbing the ice cubes at the bottom of the cup with the reclaimed straw.
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