[death note] inertia
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gigantomachyAnother Death Note fic. I'm not happy with it, but I've been staring at it for hours and I don't want to deal with it anymore. LightxL slash, not worth an NC-17, but definitely a hard R for sexin'.
Summary: It is a battle of a different kind, though no less brutal.
inertia
(recollect me darling raise me to your lips.)
He is not in love.
Nothing even close, really.
L's body arches against his, and he smiles brutally - despite the haze of pleasant stimulation, he is clearly in control.
How strange, Light thinks; L does not react like a lover should. He will not drag any sound beyond a throaty growl from those thin, sugar-coated lips. Reedy fingers may scramble and fist into the sheets and the tender flesh of his back and thighs, but those dark eyes will never close, not even at the peak. It is a battle for dominance, one of the more interesting ways they fight. (And they do. It is savage and animalistic, teeth and nails and sweat and one would think they are trying to rip each others' throats open with the sheer force of their lovemaking, if it could even be called that. They fuck like enemies. They are an even match.)
Even now, even while L's sharp white hips grind against him in obvious challenge, the detective is searching for Kira in his touch.
That suits Light just fine.
L's bottomless stare tracks each movement: analytical, emotionless, simply waiting for the slip. Perhaps he has learned to school his emotions better than Light; perhaps he simply does not care. Either way, Light thinks that perhaps he's losing, and the thought drives him mad.
For a moment, Light hates him more than he has ever hated anything. He wants nothing more than to destroy those black, black eyes, to force a scream of something from the cadaverous man beneath him. Anything at all. With a soft cry of frustration, he bows his head against L's pale chest, rocking forward hard enough to push L six inches closer to the headboard, hard enough to exact a shallow gasp of pain.
It's not enough.
Light jerks the chain that binds them harshly to one side, snarling like a dog as the aluminum links tighten around L's throat. When he raises his head, there is no mistaking the touch of madness gleaming in his dark eyes.
L's mouth shapes the words slowly, lazily. Twenty-seven percent.
Fuck you, Light hisses, but it's too late, and the slick clenching heat of L's body is too much. His body spasms and twitches as he comes, clutching the chain hard enough to leave bruises against his palm. L follows suit soundlessly, the only indication of his own release a shudder that travels the length of his body, and the sticky pool of warmth spreading between them. Perhaps he is excited by the pressure against his throat. Perhaps it is something else entirely.
Light knows he has lost. He holds the chain there a moment longer (waits for the madness to retreat), breath coming in sharp, stacatto gasps before releasing it and collapsing to his elbows. He shifts, burying his face in the damp curve of L's neck. "Why," he murmurs thickly, "are you so fucking cold?"
He is still inside him.
L snorts softly, turning his head away from the warm, soft face so close to his own. In this war, he thinks, it is impossible to leave unscathed.
"What does it matter?" L returns softly, and if Light were watching, he would see dark eyes flutter closed, a bleak look slipping across L's face. His voice does not tremble. "You don't care at all."
-fin
18.12.06
I reallyreally need to stop writing porns and get my KH secret santa fic done. Speaking of porns ... I swore I'd never write them again. Oops, huh?
Also, anyone familiar with the Death Note universe that wouldn't be interested in being an idea-beta for me? I just want to throw some ideas for an epic!AU at you and see if it wouldn't work, at least a little. If interested, email/g-talk me (shiikuATgmail) or AIM (roketto rabu).
Summary: It is a battle of a different kind, though no less brutal.
inertia
(recollect me darling raise me to your lips.)
He is not in love.
Nothing even close, really.
L's body arches against his, and he smiles brutally - despite the haze of pleasant stimulation, he is clearly in control.
How strange, Light thinks; L does not react like a lover should. He will not drag any sound beyond a throaty growl from those thin, sugar-coated lips. Reedy fingers may scramble and fist into the sheets and the tender flesh of his back and thighs, but those dark eyes will never close, not even at the peak. It is a battle for dominance, one of the more interesting ways they fight. (And they do. It is savage and animalistic, teeth and nails and sweat and one would think they are trying to rip each others' throats open with the sheer force of their lovemaking, if it could even be called that. They fuck like enemies. They are an even match.)
Even now, even while L's sharp white hips grind against him in obvious challenge, the detective is searching for Kira in his touch.
That suits Light just fine.
L's bottomless stare tracks each movement: analytical, emotionless, simply waiting for the slip. Perhaps he has learned to school his emotions better than Light; perhaps he simply does not care. Either way, Light thinks that perhaps he's losing, and the thought drives him mad.
For a moment, Light hates him more than he has ever hated anything. He wants nothing more than to destroy those black, black eyes, to force a scream of something from the cadaverous man beneath him. Anything at all. With a soft cry of frustration, he bows his head against L's pale chest, rocking forward hard enough to push L six inches closer to the headboard, hard enough to exact a shallow gasp of pain.
It's not enough.
Light jerks the chain that binds them harshly to one side, snarling like a dog as the aluminum links tighten around L's throat. When he raises his head, there is no mistaking the touch of madness gleaming in his dark eyes.
L's mouth shapes the words slowly, lazily. Twenty-seven percent.
Fuck you, Light hisses, but it's too late, and the slick clenching heat of L's body is too much. His body spasms and twitches as he comes, clutching the chain hard enough to leave bruises against his palm. L follows suit soundlessly, the only indication of his own release a shudder that travels the length of his body, and the sticky pool of warmth spreading between them. Perhaps he is excited by the pressure against his throat. Perhaps it is something else entirely.
Light knows he has lost. He holds the chain there a moment longer (waits for the madness to retreat), breath coming in sharp, stacatto gasps before releasing it and collapsing to his elbows. He shifts, burying his face in the damp curve of L's neck. "Why," he murmurs thickly, "are you so fucking cold?"
He is still inside him.
L snorts softly, turning his head away from the warm, soft face so close to his own. In this war, he thinks, it is impossible to leave unscathed.
"What does it matter?" L returns softly, and if Light were watching, he would see dark eyes flutter closed, a bleak look slipping across L's face. His voice does not tremble. "You don't care at all."
-fin
18.12.06
I reallyreally need to stop writing porns and get my KH secret santa fic done. Speaking of porns ... I swore I'd never write them again. Oops, huh?
Also, anyone familiar with the Death Note universe that wouldn't be interested in being an idea-beta for me? I just want to throw some ideas for an epic!AU at you and see if it wouldn't work, at least a little. If interested, email/g-talk me (shiikuATgmail) or AIM (roketto rabu).
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Date: 2006-12-19 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 08:23 am (UTC)(Aah, MUCC or Cohen? Both are wonderful.)
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Date: 2006-12-19 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 08:43 am (UTC)I do intend to write more Light and L, absolutely. They're probably the most interesting pairing I've dealt with since Subaru and Seishirou of X/TB. They're difficult to write -- you can't cop out and go weepy uke with either of them, nor can you go with traditional lovey-wovey cuddlesecks because that's just not how they work They're definitely not emotionless either, though, so trying to find the proper balance is a little nervewracking. I spent so much time on this one because I thought L wasn't involved enough, and I still kind of think as much. Meh; maybe later revisions will be more productive. XD
I really do thank you for the kind comments, though -- it's much appreciated to know that someone thinks you're doing a good job. :D
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Date: 2006-12-19 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 11:47 am (UTC)Hee, I had to stare at your icon for a moment. I had just caught it out of the corner of my eye, and I was like ... dude, did he just smile at me? O_O It's late, and I'm at work and v. tired.
(Also, I fangirl your DN art. ♥ Randomly.)
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Date: 2006-12-19 11:50 am (UTC)Yes, my icon smiled at you! XD
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Date: 2006-12-19 11:57 am (UTC)I know how the housecleaning goes. My command center could use a good cleaning, and I need to do laundry so very badly. T_T Not to mention the mending. Not to mention the dishes. Or the catbox. >.<
Good thing it's my weekend in two hours. XD
(Yes it did! And it made me squee a little. ^__^)
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Date: 2006-12-19 11:59 am (UTC)Mrrr... 9pm. Save me from tomorrow?
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:09 pm (UTC)I'd save you if I could. If I were in charge, it would totally be weekend forever.
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 12:13 pm (UTC)And I thought waitressing could be stressful. XD
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 12:36 pm (UTC)I'm glad you love teaching, though -- it's wonderful for both you and your students. <3
What do you teach, if you don't mind me asking?
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:38 pm (UTC)Teaching is nice, but like all jobs dealing with the public, you always get a few assholes to spoil the job for you.
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:44 pm (UTC)Parents of those kids can be pretty crappy, too. I wonder what they've been drinking that makes them think that their kids' poo doesn't stink. WTF?
LOL, so true. I can relate to that with both my jobs. XD Unfortunately, these days, it seems like the assholes are tipping the scales fantastically.
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 12:59 pm (UTC)Good luck with WK adventures! :D I'm trying to finish off some Kingdom Hearts stuff before I start in on DN epics. >.>
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:02 pm (UTC)Kingdom heart was alright... just too childish for me.
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:06 pm (UTC)I can understand your feelings on KH; II totally hooked me, though, and while DN is suddenly taking up a huge pile of fandom-time, I haven't been so emotionally attatched to a character in years and years, and it kind of caught me off-guard.
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 01:11 pm (UTC)It's a vicious circle, I tell you. XD
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:14 pm (UTC)animeDeath Note goods and doujinshi, yeah...no subject
Date: 2006-12-19 01:17 pm (UTC)I've been so good about leaving the DN goods alone. T______________________T So much yummy goodness~
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Date: 2006-12-19 01:19 pm (UTC)