Death Note ficlets. :D

I am having a great-o burrito! day so far, so I thought I would make it even nicer by attempting to post fic here. We will see how that goes.These are both Death Note, Light/L naturally (because I am nothing if not predictable).

A random rave and random bad sex follow. :D

Rating: Hard R for both. NSFW.

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L squints his eyes against the strobe lights, peering onto the dance floor curiously. Somewhere along the way he has slipped his rave band off and is dangling it between two fingers. Light rolls his eyes. “You’re supposed to wear it,” he says.

L turns, smiles, holds up a finger next to his ear. Light seethes. He’s never letting L forget that he gave up Misa’s night off to make sure L didn’t have to investigate alone. L owes him a favor for this one.

A huge, get-out-of-death-row free favor.

He steps into L’s space and repeats his instructions, cupping his hand around L’s ear. A girl with the nicest tits he’s ever seen passes by, gives them a significant look, and says, “hot.”

Light has a feeling she isn’t talking about L’s ratty polyester shirt.

“LOOK,” Light says into L’s ear. “You’re supposed to WEAR it.”

L blinks at him pleasantly, like he’s speaking Spanish in Chinatown. No sign of reaction.

“Oh, for -” Light mutters, and he plucks the rave bracelet from L’s fingertips and loops it twice around L’s neck.

All at once the music shifts, and around them the bass escalates from floor-thumping to drum-bursting. Light still has his arms lifted to L’s neck when the lighting changes, and it catches him with his fingertips a hair’s breadth away from the long column of L’s throat. A burst of hot pink light spreads over his skin, and when he looks up, it dazzles his wide eyes, turning them into asterisks of pure, deep crimson.

Light’s gasp cuts off before it ever leaves his throat, and he stares.

L looks over at him and smiles.

Light reassesses the situation. Maybe if he has his way, L can repay him that favor sooner rather than later.

He grabs L’s rave band and tugs L out into the middle of the dance floor, sweat and grinding bodies obscuring them from the view of anyone but each other. L follows, off-balance and obedient, and only stares when Light pulls him into the curve of his chest.

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DANCE,” Light tells him, but L is already moving, awkwardly picking up the beat of the music like most people would pick a penny up from the sidewalk.

L doesn’t dance, exactly - he curves slowly, in all directions, without ever moving his feet. He bobs. It shouldn’t be mesmerizing, but Light gave up that fight where L is concerned, long ago.

Light looks around for the girls who inevitably have magic on the tip of their tongues. He spots one, tall and apparently made out of ripped leather, and beckons her over with his most persuasive smile.

L watches the two of them trade highs, hers the one that comes from getting felt up by the hottest guy in the club, his the one she proffers on the end of her liquid tongue. Light plucks the tablet from her mouth and another from her palm, and obligingly makes out with her for a moment or so before sending her away.

When he turns back, the world is already starting to slide and fuzz over in brilliant colors, L the only stable object in it.

He runs the back of his hand across L’s cheek. “Raito-kun,” L murmurs. “Ecstasy dehydrates the body and places extreme stress on vital internal organs. It can–”

“Shut up,” Light says. He steps in, feeling the heat of L’s body radiating from him, traveling all through Light’s own and filling him up.

It feels good.

L’s shirt is ridiculous. Light tugs it off in one motion, pleased when L’s muscles ripple beneath his open palm. Barechested, band glowing green around his neck like some alien dog tag, L looks up at Light.

“You’re not wearing one of those,” he says, and his voice now is less like a dark murmur, and more like a warm, bottomless well.

“Why should I?” Light tells him. “You’re the one wearing the collar.”

He’s sure he’s not imagining the ripple of emotion that passes through L, and all doubt vanishes when L leans in, takes the second pill from Light’s hand, and places it on his tongue.

“Then put me on your leash,” he says.

And he kisses Light in the middle of the ocean of bodies and light and heat, until the world blurs even further, until all that’s left is the onslaught of L’s mouth against his, and the taste of addiction on his tongue.

~~~

(I just wanted porn, don’t mind me.)

L squirms as Light settles against him, his cock stirring against the warmth of L’s skin. Sweat covers him and he is flushed all over in the most fascinating spots. Light sweeps his tongue over L’s breastbone and L squirms even more, tucking his fingers behind Light’s neck and coaxing him up to be kissed.

“Fuck me,” L says when they break apart, his voice low. “Fuck me right now.”

Impossible to resist. Light pulls away and smirks.

“I could kill you right now,” he says.

“Yes,” L agrees, breathless.

The smirk turns into a smile.

“I could cut you open.”

“Yes.”

He runs his fingers over L’s stomach and then up to touch his pale, dry lips. “I could take you,” he purrs. “I could make you a god of death.”

“I want -”

“You just want sex,” Light says dismissively. “Wouldn’t a great mind like yours want so much more?”

L’s eyes hold his for a long moment.

Then, before he realizes what is happening, Light is flipped over onto his back and L is staring down at him appraisingly.

“Power, pleasure,” L says coolly, reaching for Light’s cock. “Aren’t they the same, one way or another? If we choose not to rule in hell but to serve in heaven, aren’t we still, ultimately, miles above everyone else on earth?”

Light starts to reply, starts to swear at him, but L is shifting down, slowly working Light’s cock into him, and the sensation turns the curse into a gasp.

“Exactly,” L murmurs, placing his palm gently over Light’s mouth to keep him quiet.

When he moves Light moves with him, trapped - and, in between, he thinks he could get used to a life of servitude.