Death Note (L/Light)
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kinkfestTitle: Patterns
Author/Artist: Whisper
Rating: R, light NC-17ish
Warnings: minty sex
Word count: 630
AN: for prompt: Oral fixation - "thanks for the memories / even though they weren't so great / 'he tastes like you only sweeter'"
Light's stomach turned whenever he saw L nibbling at something, even more so when he could smell the tang of a citrus drop or got a heavy waft of peppermint from L's breath while the detective rolled the candy around in his mouth, pondering over a map, transcription, or whatever they were examining that day.
"Is there a problem Light-kun?" L blinked owlishly and scooted closer on the couch they shared. "Are you hungry?"
The handcuffs made even conversation awkward. Light would lift his hand for a gesture and either drag L's with him or have his own hand weighed down. "I'm fine," he said. "But you should get more sleep, Ryuzaki. You're not looking too good and your logic will suffer soon if you don't rest properly."
He heard the clanking of a candy as L tongued it through his mouth and wondered how he was going to get through this sane.
****
In his dream, L's butterscotch drop fell and landed on Light's stomach. L studied the drop, moved it around on Light's skin until there was a sticky trail. Then, slowly, he would reach forward and lap up the crystallized sugar. Light would squirm and writhe and, at the end of it all, once L's tongue was licking away Light's sweat and come, Light would admit to being Kira and submit himself to whatever punishments L thought appropriate.
The dream, and the horrible morning erection that followed, was the reason for L's lack of sleep. Logically speaking, his brain needed rest to fully process the data for the day, but L's logic also informed him that he would be more likely to embarrass himself if he were to wake up, hard and hungry, and have only himself and Light in the room.
His aversion to morning arousals did not prohibit him from teasing Light-kun, though. L found, after varying experiments, that Light-kun enjoyed the smell of peppermint on colder days and fruitier scents on warmer days. Light-kun also enjoyed watching L's tongue roll across his upper teeth or wrap around a candy. Sometimes, L could feel the other detective's pulse rise if they were sitting too close, touching at the thigh or shoulder or hip.
He was waiting for Light to cave first, to bend that iron resolve and melt like a sugar wafer in L's mouth.
******
At night, when Misa was asleep and he could sneak away, Light retreated to his office and opened a can of dinner mints. They melted on his tongue quickly, but the taste lingered, strong at the back of his palate.
He remembered the minty taste of L's tongue as it sloped its way into his mouth. He remembered how rough the same tongue felt lapping against his stomach, twirling over his arousal until he whimpered Ryuzaki's name into the dark of their room. Nothing would ever match the glorious heat of that first night, when they argued over camera locations for the next stakeout while methodically undressing for the night.
"Are you having a problem, Light-kun? Would you like me to help?"
The handcuffs made it awkward, but they knew eachother, could read one another's thoughts with such painful accuracy that they both knew what they wanted and that giving in was inevitable.
Business was business, though, and at the end L would always ask if Kira was the one calling out for mercy from his unforgiving tongue. Light would always laugh and say, "Only if there's someone in this bed that I don't know about, Ryuzaki."
Now, Light sat alone with his mints, his tongue swirling around the melting sugar granules in the pattern L's tongue used to trace across his chest, down his thigh, up to his lower back.
The taste was strong, if a little lonely.
Author/Artist: Whisper
Rating: R, light NC-17ish
Warnings: minty sex
Word count: 630
AN: for prompt: Oral fixation - "thanks for the memories / even though they weren't so great / 'he tastes like you only sweeter'"
Light's stomach turned whenever he saw L nibbling at something, even more so when he could smell the tang of a citrus drop or got a heavy waft of peppermint from L's breath while the detective rolled the candy around in his mouth, pondering over a map, transcription, or whatever they were examining that day.
"Is there a problem Light-kun?" L blinked owlishly and scooted closer on the couch they shared. "Are you hungry?"
The handcuffs made even conversation awkward. Light would lift his hand for a gesture and either drag L's with him or have his own hand weighed down. "I'm fine," he said. "But you should get more sleep, Ryuzaki. You're not looking too good and your logic will suffer soon if you don't rest properly."
He heard the clanking of a candy as L tongued it through his mouth and wondered how he was going to get through this sane.
****
In his dream, L's butterscotch drop fell and landed on Light's stomach. L studied the drop, moved it around on Light's skin until there was a sticky trail. Then, slowly, he would reach forward and lap up the crystallized sugar. Light would squirm and writhe and, at the end of it all, once L's tongue was licking away Light's sweat and come, Light would admit to being Kira and submit himself to whatever punishments L thought appropriate.
The dream, and the horrible morning erection that followed, was the reason for L's lack of sleep. Logically speaking, his brain needed rest to fully process the data for the day, but L's logic also informed him that he would be more likely to embarrass himself if he were to wake up, hard and hungry, and have only himself and Light in the room.
His aversion to morning arousals did not prohibit him from teasing Light-kun, though. L found, after varying experiments, that Light-kun enjoyed the smell of peppermint on colder days and fruitier scents on warmer days. Light-kun also enjoyed watching L's tongue roll across his upper teeth or wrap around a candy. Sometimes, L could feel the other detective's pulse rise if they were sitting too close, touching at the thigh or shoulder or hip.
He was waiting for Light to cave first, to bend that iron resolve and melt like a sugar wafer in L's mouth.
******
At night, when Misa was asleep and he could sneak away, Light retreated to his office and opened a can of dinner mints. They melted on his tongue quickly, but the taste lingered, strong at the back of his palate.
He remembered the minty taste of L's tongue as it sloped its way into his mouth. He remembered how rough the same tongue felt lapping against his stomach, twirling over his arousal until he whimpered Ryuzaki's name into the dark of their room. Nothing would ever match the glorious heat of that first night, when they argued over camera locations for the next stakeout while methodically undressing for the night.
"Are you having a problem, Light-kun? Would you like me to help?"
The handcuffs made it awkward, but they knew eachother, could read one another's thoughts with such painful accuracy that they both knew what they wanted and that giving in was inevitable.
Business was business, though, and at the end L would always ask if Kira was the one calling out for mercy from his unforgiving tongue. Light would always laugh and say, "Only if there's someone in this bed that I don't know about, Ryuzaki."
Now, Light sat alone with his mints, his tongue swirling around the melting sugar granules in the pattern L's tongue used to trace across his chest, down his thigh, up to his lower back.
The taste was strong, if a little lonely.
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Date: 2007-07-02 09:13 pm (UTC)lostgiven up -- is horribly bittersweet. Beautiful and understated writing.no subject
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Date: 2007-07-03 07:12 am (UTC)This prompt was one of mine, and this result really makes me happy. It's terribly hot, particularly that middle section, and I think you really hit that feel of what it would be like if there was sexual tension there in addition to all the other tension.
but they knew each other, could read one another's thoughts with such painful accuracy - that's what I love about this pairing, that they know each other so well and yet it's so broken. ♥
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Date: 2007-07-03 11:48 pm (UTC)The beginning was so cute, then goes on to being hot, and then sad. It's just...ahhhh! ♥
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