Death Note: L/Light, three days ago
Title: Equilibrium: I
Author: nardaviel
Theme: #10 (time periods), week 1: three days ago
Rating: R -- sexual references a bit too explicit for PG-13
Warnings: SERIES: insanity orz, canon compliance through chapter 58/episode 25 (i.e. NO HAPPY ALTERNATE ENDING HERE), resulting spoilers, gay smex, very slight bending of canon timeline due to borked canon timeline; FIC: not-quite-explicit references to teh gay smex, a total of one line of dialogue
Summary: SERIES: Light finds, and Light loses, and Light moves, but doesn't move on. FIC: They both know.
Word Count: 870
Author's Note: Yo. I will explain the warning regarding the borked canon timeline in more detail when it becomes relevant, which won't be until the last ficlet. This is crossposted to my fic journal, silent_eden, and linked to there from rxl_fans. Lastly! Mah beta is the awesome and fabulously sparkly vashti. Why aren't you all worshipping her yet? (Disregard if you are, in fact, worshipping her already, in which case: Very good. Continue as before.)
After the capture and death of Higuchi L spent his days curled in his infiltrated headquarters, chewing his lips and nibbling his thumbs as though Kira's trap was closed tight around them. As if if he could just gnaw them free from the rest of his body he might have a chance to escape.
Oh, he knew. And Light knew he knew, and he knew Light knew he knew, and these absurd volleys were the way the two of them played out their game, with the rest of the world watching awed as challenges flew back and forth too fast for the eye to see.
Except now. Five days since Higuchi had died, and they were sidling around each other like wary cats, hardly interacting at all. And Light was sleeping as poorly as he ever had, as Kira. (He should have been sleeping at this time of morning, not walking the corridors like a wraith, uncomfortably human.) He was aware of himself, aware of the Death Note, and yet criminals walked the streets, unpunished. During the days he was innocent, gingerly eyeing the Death Note along with the rest of the task force, but there was a lust for it in his bearing that he couldn't fully remove. Only L was observant (or practiced?) enough to notice, though, and L already--
Light was going in circles. The sooner Misa was released, the sooner Rem would be forced to kill L, and the sooner L died, the better.
Ah-- speak of the devil, and he will appear (and wasn't that a fitting metaphor?).
Light's wanderings had brought him to the investigation room, where L was crouched, eerie and simian, nursing a plate of cake. All sweets, all the time, and Light wondered how he could possibly not become sick of the flavor. Light wondered how he stayed so horribly, tautly skinny.
But that wasn't true, was it? He knew. Kira knew. Kira observed his enemy from the doorway as L did not acknowledge Kira, but rather ate his sweets, his fat and his sugar, and wasted away under the gaze of his God.
And the wrath of God is upon him.
It briefly occurred to Light that L was trying to induce a heart attack by conventional means, just to be contrary.
He let the half-smile linger as he approached. The darkest and the most glorious facets of his ascent to godhood would be forged in L's downfall. The thought was heady, and he reached out to touch L's face, where the skin stretched and bent over the crest of a sharp, high cheekbone.
L's fork clanged against the plate as he set it down. It sounded like a death knell and they shivered, the both of them, Light hovering over L, pressing his palm now against L's face as though trying to be tender. His left hand; they watched, L's eyes awkwardly slanted to the side, as the end of Light's sleeve slipped down to reveal the chafed skin of his wrist, a mark of the trials and sufferings he was willing to undergo for his utopia. The pulse in L's throat was so, so close to Light's fingers, so close that his breath quickened with the urge to slide his hand down and squeeze but instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips against L's.
The kiss was messy and distastefully sweet and one of their last, after the nights and nights and nights in the chain, and L had kissed him and moved his mouth over parts of Light's body that Light had never let anybody touch before and Light remembered, clearly, insisting that L brush his teeth thoroughly before coming to bed. He didn't care now, not in the slightest, not as long as he could devour and touch and take what was his, after all those times the chained shadow-Light had fought well enough but accepted losing, and in the end L's presence inside him hadn't seemed so terrible, not after the first time. But now Kira knew who he was, and now he would have, now he would take, and he pushed L back onto the couch. The task force wasn't due for a few hours, were they? More than long enough to teach L the proper order of things. And he would enjoy it, yes, he was already arching into Light's wandering fingertips, his pressing hips, but then he was pulling away from the kiss and only slightly breathless saying:
"I released you four days ago, Yagami-kun. Did it take you so long to gather the courage to approach me?"
The world became white, white and pure so that Light in his rage wasn't forced to look upon L, and he felt the clenching of his jaw and the bruising of his knuckles as his fist connected with L's pale blasphemous face.
Without the chain, it was easier to dodge, to retreat, and the door to the investigation room slammed shut before L could follow beyond it. If he was following at all. He was unpredictable; he was a freak, slouching and imbalanced. Light didn't want him anyway.
Author: nardaviel
Theme: #10 (time periods), week 1: three days ago
Rating: R -- sexual references a bit too explicit for PG-13
Warnings: SERIES: insanity orz, canon compliance through chapter 58/episode 25 (i.e. NO HAPPY ALTERNATE ENDING HERE), resulting spoilers, gay smex, very slight bending of canon timeline due to borked canon timeline; FIC: not-quite-explicit references to teh gay smex, a total of one line of dialogue
Summary: SERIES: Light finds, and Light loses, and Light moves, but doesn't move on. FIC: They both know.
Word Count: 870
Author's Note: Yo. I will explain the warning regarding the borked canon timeline in more detail when it becomes relevant, which won't be until the last ficlet. This is crossposted to my fic journal, silent_eden, and linked to there from rxl_fans. Lastly! Mah beta is the awesome and fabulously sparkly vashti. Why aren't you all worshipping her yet? (Disregard if you are, in fact, worshipping her already, in which case: Very good. Continue as before.)
After the capture and death of Higuchi L spent his days curled in his infiltrated headquarters, chewing his lips and nibbling his thumbs as though Kira's trap was closed tight around them. As if if he could just gnaw them free from the rest of his body he might have a chance to escape.
Oh, he knew. And Light knew he knew, and he knew Light knew he knew, and these absurd volleys were the way the two of them played out their game, with the rest of the world watching awed as challenges flew back and forth too fast for the eye to see.
Except now. Five days since Higuchi had died, and they were sidling around each other like wary cats, hardly interacting at all. And Light was sleeping as poorly as he ever had, as Kira. (He should have been sleeping at this time of morning, not walking the corridors like a wraith, uncomfortably human.) He was aware of himself, aware of the Death Note, and yet criminals walked the streets, unpunished. During the days he was innocent, gingerly eyeing the Death Note along with the rest of the task force, but there was a lust for it in his bearing that he couldn't fully remove. Only L was observant (or practiced?) enough to notice, though, and L already--
Light was going in circles. The sooner Misa was released, the sooner Rem would be forced to kill L, and the sooner L died, the better.
Ah-- speak of the devil, and he will appear (and wasn't that a fitting metaphor?).
Light's wanderings had brought him to the investigation room, where L was crouched, eerie and simian, nursing a plate of cake. All sweets, all the time, and Light wondered how he could possibly not become sick of the flavor. Light wondered how he stayed so horribly, tautly skinny.
But that wasn't true, was it? He knew. Kira knew. Kira observed his enemy from the doorway as L did not acknowledge Kira, but rather ate his sweets, his fat and his sugar, and wasted away under the gaze of his God.
And the wrath of God is upon him.
It briefly occurred to Light that L was trying to induce a heart attack by conventional means, just to be contrary.
He let the half-smile linger as he approached. The darkest and the most glorious facets of his ascent to godhood would be forged in L's downfall. The thought was heady, and he reached out to touch L's face, where the skin stretched and bent over the crest of a sharp, high cheekbone.
L's fork clanged against the plate as he set it down. It sounded like a death knell and they shivered, the both of them, Light hovering over L, pressing his palm now against L's face as though trying to be tender. His left hand; they watched, L's eyes awkwardly slanted to the side, as the end of Light's sleeve slipped down to reveal the chafed skin of his wrist, a mark of the trials and sufferings he was willing to undergo for his utopia. The pulse in L's throat was so, so close to Light's fingers, so close that his breath quickened with the urge to slide his hand down and squeeze but instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips against L's.
The kiss was messy and distastefully sweet and one of their last, after the nights and nights and nights in the chain, and L had kissed him and moved his mouth over parts of Light's body that Light had never let anybody touch before and Light remembered, clearly, insisting that L brush his teeth thoroughly before coming to bed. He didn't care now, not in the slightest, not as long as he could devour and touch and take what was his, after all those times the chained shadow-Light had fought well enough but accepted losing, and in the end L's presence inside him hadn't seemed so terrible, not after the first time. But now Kira knew who he was, and now he would have, now he would take, and he pushed L back onto the couch. The task force wasn't due for a few hours, were they? More than long enough to teach L the proper order of things. And he would enjoy it, yes, he was already arching into Light's wandering fingertips, his pressing hips, but then he was pulling away from the kiss and only slightly breathless saying:
"I released you four days ago, Yagami-kun. Did it take you so long to gather the courage to approach me?"
The world became white, white and pure so that Light in his rage wasn't forced to look upon L, and he felt the clenching of his jaw and the bruising of his knuckles as his fist connected with L's pale blasphemous face.
Without the chain, it was easier to dodge, to retreat, and the door to the investigation room slammed shut before L could follow beyond it. If he was following at all. He was unpredictable; he was a freak, slouching and imbalanced. Light didn't want him anyway.