Death Note (L/Light)
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kinkfestTitle: Verse Chorus Verse
Author: K M B
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none.
Word Count: one-three-eight-two.
Summary: L finds a new flavor.
Prompt/Author Notes: -Death Note, L/Light: Oral fixation - "thanks for the memories / even though they weren't so great / 'he tastes like you only sweeter'"-
L was crouched, more or less, in front of the glow of the computer screen. This certainly wasn’t anything new, as lately he had been perched there for more than twenty hours out of the day. To his right, always since he hadn’t a choice in the matter anymore, really, was Yagami Light, or Kira as L had begun to almost fondly call him.
What was new about the situation was the way L’s black eyes kept penduluming back and forth like a Felix the Cat-inspired wall clock—screen, Yagami Light, screen. He had been doing this for the duration of the morning. It was a good thing there was no one else around besides Light to take notice. Out of habit and without realizing it, L picked at his breakfast—a cup of sugar with a spare bit of tea in it (for show) and a small assortment of chocolate candies. His grazing fingertips finally plucked out a choice piece and he lifted it to his lips. He paused. His eyes pendulum’d back to Light, and stayed there.
Light, for his part, was sitting just as stiff-backed in his chosen chair, looking over some figures on what had by now easily become his computer, going over and over them, making sure there were no discrepancies. Usual behavior for Light-kun, L mused, except that particular task had been completed yesterday by Aizawa-san. Yet another aspect of the scene, L turned over in his mind as his large eyes flickered back to the monitor, was the slight smile flirting along the edges of Light’s mouth. And how his eyes didn’t seem to stay on task either. They met L’s briefly, and then fluttered back toward the screen.
Lost in contemplation, L opened his mouth and licked at the piece of candy, then pulled his hand back, startled. He looked at the chocolate like it had turned into something offensive, a bewildered expression crossing his face, downturning his mouth. That hadn’t tasted like it should. Again, L’s eyes shifted to Light—and they widened.
No.
***
It was the night before; L and Light were just turning in for bed. One bed, singular, because unless they shoved them extremely close together there was no way the two of them could sleep separately. The staff had briefly entertained the thought of unchaining Light at nighttime and locking him in his room for security, but L had vetoed this idea immediately. Strangely enough, so had Light-kun. ‘I agreed on 24/7,’ he had stated at the time, and no one argued with him.
L’s idea of pajamas was to toss his pants on the floor and sleep in his shirt, his bare toes sticking out over the edge of his side of the bed as he perched on it, rifling through a box of assorted chocolates he always kept next to him on his bedside table. Even in the dead of night, L needed to think.
“Light-kun,” L said after a moment, listening to the rustle of clothing as his investigation partner and suspect changed into his own pajamas just behind him. Blue, simple, button-down, L knew.
“Mmm?” was the answer he received, sleepy yet alert and curious at the same time. That was Light in summary—L thought with a humor he almost didn’t possess—feigning normalcy yet just as much a freak as L himself was. Just as brilliant, too.
L turned to watch Light, who stopped buttoning his shirt and patiently looked back at L, expectant. “Did you need something, Ryuzaki?”
L didn’t answer for a moment, partly because the play of light from the bedroom lamp across the still-exposed part of Light’s chest was so distracting. Eventually, he lifted his gaze to Light’s, and held out a chocolate truffle in the middle of his palm. “For Light-kun.”
“Ah, Ryuzaki, I appreciate the gesture but I’m going to have to decline,” Light said demurely, casting his eyes downward as his fingers plucked again at his shirt. Instead of buttoning it further up, they seemed to blunder and Light’s chest became even more visible to L’s shifting gaze. A nipple came into the light, the fabric of the shirt meeting in a V to rest on Light’s flat belly, and Light’s fingers seemed to give up their fight. Rapidly, L’s mind took in the situation—Light, looking at him through lowered lashes, exposing unnecessary skin, the hand that had fallen to the bed close enough to his own leg that he could feel the heat from it, and that mouth—and made itself up. . It all screamed ‘act’ but L couldn’t really begin to care, because if this was Light-kun’s game then L was going to show him he could play it just as well—perhaps better.
“I insist.” He held the chocolate up higher, smiling encouragingly at Light, but only slightly. Light, with a sigh of defeat or resignation, L didn’t care to know, leaned over and reached for it, taking it from L’s hand.
“Arigatou,” Light murmured politely, but before he could do anything else L caught his wrist, the piece of candy held frozen between his fingertips. Light glanced at L, astonished. “Wha—?”
L, eyes locked on Light’s and unmoving, took the bit of chocolate truffle back and rubbed his thumb over the top repeatedly until he came away with a thick layer covering the pad. The candy dropped to the mattress they were sat on as L reached across to Light, who watched him with questioning eyes. L could see that his breath had sped up just a little; that distracting chest was rising and falling at a faster rate.
The tip of L’s tongue licked the corner of his own mouth as he did what something deep and low in him had been begging him to do since the idea had blossomed. He took Light’s chin in hand—and swept the pad of his thumb over the corner of his partner’s (and nemesis’) mouth, tugging Light’s perfect lower lip down a little in the process. L then closed the distance between them, tilting his face up. Light’s breathing had completely stopped at this point, but his hands remained on the bed, passive. He was letting L do what he wished.
It looked, for all intents and purposes, just like a kiss. L’s face was closer to Light’s than it had ever been before, and they stared at each other mutely until L’s gaze slid down, and Light could feel it like it was touching him. His mouth became the center of attention again, and L leaned in just that bit more.
He licked the side of Light’s mouth, his tongue flickering like a kitten’s over the corner of his lips. Once. Twice. The flavor was thrilling. Lapping the chocolate off, leaning back just a fraction when he was satisfied it was all gone. Light’s breath stuttered back to life, and he stared intently at L, who continued to stare back at him. Neither said a word; neither needed to.
And when Light collapsed over top L and felt thin arms go around him, they didn’t need words then, either.
The truffle was forgotten entirely, squashed under two exploring bodies.
***
Light, feeling the weight of L’s wider-than-usual gaze, turned his head to look at him finally. “Something wrong, Ryuzaki?”
“No.” ‘Yes,’ his mind supplied as he licked at the chocolate in his palm once more. It wasn’t as sweet anymore; or rather, L had discovered something even sweeter than it, and now the candy was no longer sufficient. L ran the flavor of it around his tongue in contemplation.
“Are you sure?” Light asked, then swiveled his chair so he could face L fully. The mutual stare lasted long enough for L to travel his gaze to Light’s mouth, which softened. They stood at the same exact time, but Light beat L in moving toward the bedroom. He tugged on the chain that bound them, quirking an eyebrow in invitation.
‘…’ L admitted, and followed as if he had a choice. He didn’t. Light had made sure of that by tasting so much sweeter. Casting one last look down at his candy assortment, L said a fond farewell and reached out toward his new addiction.
Goodbye...
For now.
Author: K M B
Rating: PG13
Warnings: none.
Word Count: one-three-eight-two.
Summary: L finds a new flavor.
Prompt/Author Notes: -Death Note, L/Light: Oral fixation - "thanks for the memories / even though they weren't so great / 'he tastes like you only sweeter'"-
What was new about the situation was the way L’s black eyes kept penduluming back and forth like a Felix the Cat-inspired wall clock—screen, Yagami Light, screen. He had been doing this for the duration of the morning. It was a good thing there was no one else around besides Light to take notice. Out of habit and without realizing it, L picked at his breakfast—a cup of sugar with a spare bit of tea in it (for show) and a small assortment of chocolate candies. His grazing fingertips finally plucked out a choice piece and he lifted it to his lips. He paused. His eyes pendulum’d back to Light, and stayed there.
Light, for his part, was sitting just as stiff-backed in his chosen chair, looking over some figures on what had by now easily become his computer, going over and over them, making sure there were no discrepancies. Usual behavior for Light-kun, L mused, except that particular task had been completed yesterday by Aizawa-san. Yet another aspect of the scene, L turned over in his mind as his large eyes flickered back to the monitor, was the slight smile flirting along the edges of Light’s mouth. And how his eyes didn’t seem to stay on task either. They met L’s briefly, and then fluttered back toward the screen.
Lost in contemplation, L opened his mouth and licked at the piece of candy, then pulled his hand back, startled. He looked at the chocolate like it had turned into something offensive, a bewildered expression crossing his face, downturning his mouth. That hadn’t tasted like it should. Again, L’s eyes shifted to Light—and they widened.
No.
***
It was the night before; L and Light were just turning in for bed. One bed, singular, because unless they shoved them extremely close together there was no way the two of them could sleep separately. The staff had briefly entertained the thought of unchaining Light at nighttime and locking him in his room for security, but L had vetoed this idea immediately. Strangely enough, so had Light-kun. ‘I agreed on 24/7,’ he had stated at the time, and no one argued with him.
L’s idea of pajamas was to toss his pants on the floor and sleep in his shirt, his bare toes sticking out over the edge of his side of the bed as he perched on it, rifling through a box of assorted chocolates he always kept next to him on his bedside table. Even in the dead of night, L needed to think.
“Light-kun,” L said after a moment, listening to the rustle of clothing as his investigation partner and suspect changed into his own pajamas just behind him. Blue, simple, button-down, L knew.
“Mmm?” was the answer he received, sleepy yet alert and curious at the same time. That was Light in summary—L thought with a humor he almost didn’t possess—feigning normalcy yet just as much a freak as L himself was. Just as brilliant, too.
L turned to watch Light, who stopped buttoning his shirt and patiently looked back at L, expectant. “Did you need something, Ryuzaki?”
L didn’t answer for a moment, partly because the play of light from the bedroom lamp across the still-exposed part of Light’s chest was so distracting. Eventually, he lifted his gaze to Light’s, and held out a chocolate truffle in the middle of his palm. “For Light-kun.”
“Ah, Ryuzaki, I appreciate the gesture but I’m going to have to decline,” Light said demurely, casting his eyes downward as his fingers plucked again at his shirt. Instead of buttoning it further up, they seemed to blunder and Light’s chest became even more visible to L’s shifting gaze. A nipple came into the light, the fabric of the shirt meeting in a V to rest on Light’s flat belly, and Light’s fingers seemed to give up their fight. Rapidly, L’s mind took in the situation—Light, looking at him through lowered lashes, exposing unnecessary skin, the hand that had fallen to the bed close enough to his own leg that he could feel the heat from it, and that mouth—and made itself up. . It all screamed ‘act’ but L couldn’t really begin to care, because if this was Light-kun’s game then L was going to show him he could play it just as well—perhaps better.
“I insist.” He held the chocolate up higher, smiling encouragingly at Light, but only slightly. Light, with a sigh of defeat or resignation, L didn’t care to know, leaned over and reached for it, taking it from L’s hand.
“Arigatou,” Light murmured politely, but before he could do anything else L caught his wrist, the piece of candy held frozen between his fingertips. Light glanced at L, astonished. “Wha—?”
L, eyes locked on Light’s and unmoving, took the bit of chocolate truffle back and rubbed his thumb over the top repeatedly until he came away with a thick layer covering the pad. The candy dropped to the mattress they were sat on as L reached across to Light, who watched him with questioning eyes. L could see that his breath had sped up just a little; that distracting chest was rising and falling at a faster rate.
The tip of L’s tongue licked the corner of his own mouth as he did what something deep and low in him had been begging him to do since the idea had blossomed. He took Light’s chin in hand—and swept the pad of his thumb over the corner of his partner’s (and nemesis’) mouth, tugging Light’s perfect lower lip down a little in the process. L then closed the distance between them, tilting his face up. Light’s breathing had completely stopped at this point, but his hands remained on the bed, passive. He was letting L do what he wished.
It looked, for all intents and purposes, just like a kiss. L’s face was closer to Light’s than it had ever been before, and they stared at each other mutely until L’s gaze slid down, and Light could feel it like it was touching him. His mouth became the center of attention again, and L leaned in just that bit more.
He licked the side of Light’s mouth, his tongue flickering like a kitten’s over the corner of his lips. Once. Twice. The flavor was thrilling. Lapping the chocolate off, leaning back just a fraction when he was satisfied it was all gone. Light’s breath stuttered back to life, and he stared intently at L, who continued to stare back at him. Neither said a word; neither needed to.
And when Light collapsed over top L and felt thin arms go around him, they didn’t need words then, either.
The truffle was forgotten entirely, squashed under two exploring bodies.
***
Light, feeling the weight of L’s wider-than-usual gaze, turned his head to look at him finally. “Something wrong, Ryuzaki?”
“No.” ‘Yes,’ his mind supplied as he licked at the chocolate in his palm once more. It wasn’t as sweet anymore; or rather, L had discovered something even sweeter than it, and now the candy was no longer sufficient. L ran the flavor of it around his tongue in contemplation.
“Are you sure?” Light asked, then swiveled his chair so he could face L fully. The mutual stare lasted long enough for L to travel his gaze to Light’s mouth, which softened. They stood at the same exact time, but Light beat L in moving toward the bedroom. He tugged on the chain that bound them, quirking an eyebrow in invitation.
‘…’ L admitted, and followed as if he had a choice. He didn’t. Light had made sure of that by tasting so much sweeter. Casting one last look down at his candy assortment, L said a fond farewell and reached out toward his new addiction.
Goodbye...
For now.
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