Fanfiction
Characters: Yagami Light, Heiji Hattori
Pairing: Light/Heiji
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing
043. Giggly
Heiji collapsed to on side, laughing helplessly and batting at the air.
“A-and then she said,” he gasped out between giggles, “It doesn’t bend like that!”
There was a dutiful chuckle from the other person in the room, and Heiji frowned getting up on hands and knees and looking into the other’s eyes.
“Heeeyy, you’re not drunk…” he slurred out accusingly.
“No, I’m not,” said the other with an amused smirk. Heiji groaned and flopped dramatically into the other’s lap.
“God, yer need to get a sense of humour… yer sctarting to sound like that jerk Hakuba...”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… stuffy and like he’s gotta stick up his ass a Mile. Wide.” He emphasised his statement by flinging his arms dramatically sideways. There was a choked off gasp as he hit the other in the stomach and shoved him backwards. Heiji’s eyes widened dramatically and he scrambled over to check on him, worried fingers at his chin.
“Oh shit, are yer okay? God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think-“
“Heiji…” came the rumbling reply, and it took Heiji a moment to figure out just why it was rumbling. He looked down belatedly, and blinked.
“…I’m sitting on yer chest.”
His breath was suddenly expelled from his body with an ‘oof’ as he found himself slammed into the floor next to the futons, hands pinned either side of his head. He blinked up at amber-red eyes guilelessly, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
“…how’d you do that?” he questioned, logical processors disconnected somewhat. The other chuckled, a wry smirk coming over his face.
“I really should get you drunk more often, if this is the result…” he replied musingly.
“Oi, oi…” said Heiji irritably. “You meant fer me ta get drunk?”
Another smirk curved the other’s lips.
“Indeed I did.”
The other bent forwards and pressed a kiss to his mouth, cool lips against his own. Heiji’s mouth fell open in shock, and the other took this as an invitation, tongue pressing in and exploring. Heiji, put his hands up to the other’s shoulders, meaning to push him away, but as the other deepened the kiss, he found his hands curling into the fabric of the other’s shirt, kissing back eagerly.
They broke apart, panting for breath, and Heiji couldn’t help but giggle a trifle insanely. He had just kissed the main suspect for Kira…and he had liked it.
Pairing: Light/Heiji
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing
043. Giggly
Heiji collapsed to on side, laughing helplessly and batting at the air.
“A-and then she said,” he gasped out between giggles, “It doesn’t bend like that!”
There was a dutiful chuckle from the other person in the room, and Heiji frowned getting up on hands and knees and looking into the other’s eyes.
“Heeeyy, you’re not drunk…” he slurred out accusingly.
“No, I’m not,” said the other with an amused smirk. Heiji groaned and flopped dramatically into the other’s lap.
“God, yer need to get a sense of humour… yer sctarting to sound like that jerk Hakuba...”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… stuffy and like he’s gotta stick up his ass a Mile. Wide.” He emphasised his statement by flinging his arms dramatically sideways. There was a choked off gasp as he hit the other in the stomach and shoved him backwards. Heiji’s eyes widened dramatically and he scrambled over to check on him, worried fingers at his chin.
“Oh shit, are yer okay? God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think-“
“Heiji…” came the rumbling reply, and it took Heiji a moment to figure out just why it was rumbling. He looked down belatedly, and blinked.
“…I’m sitting on yer chest.”
His breath was suddenly expelled from his body with an ‘oof’ as he found himself slammed into the floor next to the futons, hands pinned either side of his head. He blinked up at amber-red eyes guilelessly, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
“…how’d you do that?” he questioned, logical processors disconnected somewhat. The other chuckled, a wry smirk coming over his face.
“I really should get you drunk more often, if this is the result…” he replied musingly.
“Oi, oi…” said Heiji irritably. “You meant fer me ta get drunk?”
Another smirk curved the other’s lips.
“Indeed I did.”
The other bent forwards and pressed a kiss to his mouth, cool lips against his own. Heiji’s mouth fell open in shock, and the other took this as an invitation, tongue pressing in and exploring. Heiji, put his hands up to the other’s shoulders, meaning to push him away, but as the other deepened the kiss, he found his hands curling into the fabric of the other’s shirt, kissing back eagerly.
They broke apart, panting for breath, and Heiji couldn’t help but giggle a trifle insanely. He had just kissed the main suspect for Kira…and he had liked it.