Death Note: L/Light, three hours ago
Title: Equilibrium: II ( I)
Author: nardaviel
Theme: #10 (time periods), week 2: three hours ago
Rating: R -- smex. not quite explicit enough for NC-17, I don't think, but not too far away either. BE YE WARNED.
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: gay sex
Summary: SERIES: Light finds, and Light loses, and Light moves, but doesn't move on. FIC: Okay, so maybe Light does want L.
Word Count: 851
Author's Note: Another week, another ramble. This is crossposted to my fic journal, silent_eden, and linked to there from rxl_fans. Also, this is unbetaed and only cursorily edited, because I've had a horrible, horrible week and am surprised I managed to get this done at all. I do apologize. I didn't mean for it to happen either. I'll probably go through and edit the version on silent_eden later. Lastly, I'm sorry for the double post. It happens annoyingly often, I'm finding. I should get out of the habit of backspacing into editing pages... sometimes they are actually posting pages. Oops.
It was a lie, it was a lie, a stone in the foundation upon which they had built their relationship, such as it was, all intimations and sidling eyes and touching after the lights were down. And now L was going to die, if not today then soon, and Light had told himself he didn't want the man and it was a lie.
It didn't matter. It was his right to act as he pleased with L. He was not, was incapable of being, in the wrong.
So he was searching the building. At 5:30 in the morning, there were less suspicious things he could be doing, but that wouldn't matter for much longer. And he was God -- he got what he wanted.
Once, when he and L were chained, he had asked if the suite they shared was the one L had intended to use as his own, or if they were using a spare while they were cuffed. L had given him one of his looks and Light had regretted asking, although he had still protested that the question couldn't possibly make him Kira.
Now, Light made his way to the door that felt strangely unfamiliar, after so long living behind it. (But it hadn't really been him at all, had it?) He had never gotten his answer, but he knew L was here. He knocked, and waited.
L took so long to come to the door that Light would have thought he was hoping to find an empty hallway, but they knew each other better than that. The room beyond L was poorly lit, and L himself stood slouched as always, his hair uncombed, eyes dark and blank. How old was he, really? Even at his most innocent, Light had known better than to ask.
"Light-kun."
It was back to Light, then. Light found he was gratified.
"Ryuuzaki. May I come in?"
The door opened wider and L stepped to the side. Light offered him a small smile of thanks as he passed.
L shut the door behind him and then they were quiet. Well, and there wasn't anything to say, was there? The suite was both familiar and utterly foreign, and L's expression was hard to read in the dimness, although, to be fair, that tended to be difficult in any light. They looked at each other.
"L," Light said, after a long, fragile moment. The abruptness and simplicity of the syllable felt somehow disappointing.
"Ryuuzaki," L murmured reflexively. He didn't seem to notice he'd said it. "Yes?"
He was captivating.
"Come to bed, L." Light stretched out his hand.
L paused for a heartbeat. Another. They were running out, now, his heartbeats. Each one left that passed without Light's hearing it carved out the pit of yearning deeper in his belly.
Please.
Without any recognizable change in expression, L extended his long, white hand and placed it in Light's.
Light's fingers closed around L's wrist as he pulled him in. There -- a pulse point, and as Light kissed L he counted the small fluttering throbbings against his thumb. (And surely L didn't intend to play stoic when Light could feel the dizzy elevation of his heart rate?) They pulled each other back onto the bed, and for all that Light knew he should make this last, he found himself quickly unclothed, eager, with L beside him in a similar state.
Their hands roamed freely. Their lips were more limited in their range but found everywhere they could reach, but for reasons Light was willing to put aside until later, neither of them seemed willing to stop kissing for long. All the while their legs tangled and they pressed their hips together, gasping. It would have been useless, trying to go all the way, and this wasn't enough, no, but it would suffice. Light tangled his fingers in L's knotted hair and groaned. This was L's body at the end of its use, and it seemed to know, desperate and thrusting as L clawed his way higher and higher against Light, L had always sounded beautiful with his head thrown back like that, his skin was salty and pale and never again and god, god, Light was going to come all over it and L would die and be buried with that skin still on him, and that was the thought that made Light scream into L's mouth and thrust artlessly as the world shrunk to a singularity and then shattered.
His eyes opened. He blinked. And again. Again. The ceiling became less blurry.
His breathing was heavy. His stomach was sticky. Very sticky. Had L come too? Yes. He remembered. Possibly.
The bed beside him shifted. A moment later he heard the shower turn on. L had always recovered very quickly, he thought, fuzzily. Was it the sugar? No, probably not.
He was tired. He'd been sleeping so badly. It wouldn't hurt to nap, just until L got out of the shower...
Author: nardaviel
Theme: #10 (time periods), week 2: three hours ago
Rating: R -- smex. not quite explicit enough for NC-17, I don't think, but not too far away either. BE YE WARNED.
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: gay sex
Summary: SERIES: Light finds, and Light loses, and Light moves, but doesn't move on. FIC: Okay, so maybe Light does want L.
Word Count: 851
Author's Note: Another week, another ramble. This is crossposted to my fic journal, silent_eden, and linked to there from rxl_fans. Also, this is unbetaed and only cursorily edited, because I've had a horrible, horrible week and am surprised I managed to get this done at all. I do apologize. I didn't mean for it to happen either. I'll probably go through and edit the version on silent_eden later. Lastly, I'm sorry for the double post. It happens annoyingly often, I'm finding. I should get out of the habit of backspacing into editing pages... sometimes they are actually posting pages. Oops.
It was a lie, it was a lie, a stone in the foundation upon which they had built their relationship, such as it was, all intimations and sidling eyes and touching after the lights were down. And now L was going to die, if not today then soon, and Light had told himself he didn't want the man and it was a lie.
It didn't matter. It was his right to act as he pleased with L. He was not, was incapable of being, in the wrong.
So he was searching the building. At 5:30 in the morning, there were less suspicious things he could be doing, but that wouldn't matter for much longer. And he was God -- he got what he wanted.
Once, when he and L were chained, he had asked if the suite they shared was the one L had intended to use as his own, or if they were using a spare while they were cuffed. L had given him one of his looks and Light had regretted asking, although he had still protested that the question couldn't possibly make him Kira.
Now, Light made his way to the door that felt strangely unfamiliar, after so long living behind it. (But it hadn't really been him at all, had it?) He had never gotten his answer, but he knew L was here. He knocked, and waited.
L took so long to come to the door that Light would have thought he was hoping to find an empty hallway, but they knew each other better than that. The room beyond L was poorly lit, and L himself stood slouched as always, his hair uncombed, eyes dark and blank. How old was he, really? Even at his most innocent, Light had known better than to ask.
"Light-kun."
It was back to Light, then. Light found he was gratified.
"Ryuuzaki. May I come in?"
The door opened wider and L stepped to the side. Light offered him a small smile of thanks as he passed.
L shut the door behind him and then they were quiet. Well, and there wasn't anything to say, was there? The suite was both familiar and utterly foreign, and L's expression was hard to read in the dimness, although, to be fair, that tended to be difficult in any light. They looked at each other.
"L," Light said, after a long, fragile moment. The abruptness and simplicity of the syllable felt somehow disappointing.
"Ryuuzaki," L murmured reflexively. He didn't seem to notice he'd said it. "Yes?"
He was captivating.
"Come to bed, L." Light stretched out his hand.
L paused for a heartbeat. Another. They were running out, now, his heartbeats. Each one left that passed without Light's hearing it carved out the pit of yearning deeper in his belly.
Please.
Without any recognizable change in expression, L extended his long, white hand and placed it in Light's.
Light's fingers closed around L's wrist as he pulled him in. There -- a pulse point, and as Light kissed L he counted the small fluttering throbbings against his thumb. (And surely L didn't intend to play stoic when Light could feel the dizzy elevation of his heart rate?) They pulled each other back onto the bed, and for all that Light knew he should make this last, he found himself quickly unclothed, eager, with L beside him in a similar state.
Their hands roamed freely. Their lips were more limited in their range but found everywhere they could reach, but for reasons Light was willing to put aside until later, neither of them seemed willing to stop kissing for long. All the while their legs tangled and they pressed their hips together, gasping. It would have been useless, trying to go all the way, and this wasn't enough, no, but it would suffice. Light tangled his fingers in L's knotted hair and groaned. This was L's body at the end of its use, and it seemed to know, desperate and thrusting as L clawed his way higher and higher against Light, L had always sounded beautiful with his head thrown back like that, his skin was salty and pale and never again and god, god, Light was going to come all over it and L would die and be buried with that skin still on him, and that was the thought that made Light scream into L's mouth and thrust artlessly as the world shrunk to a singularity and then shattered.
His eyes opened. He blinked. And again. Again. The ceiling became less blurry.
His breathing was heavy. His stomach was sticky. Very sticky. Had L come too? Yes. He remembered. Possibly.
The bed beside him shifted. A moment later he heard the shower turn on. L had always recovered very quickly, he thought, fuzzily. Was it the sugar? No, probably not.
He was tired. He'd been sleeping so badly. It wouldn't hurt to nap, just until L got out of the shower...