FIC: Under the Cover of Darkness
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tamingthemuseTitle: Under the Cover of Darkness
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: L/Light
Prompt: 55 - Hello Darkness at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Warnings: Contains slash relationships. Dark (but not my fault, the original subject matter is about a mass murderer!). Spoilers through volume 5.
Rating: Adult
Summary: In the dark, Light can't hide from his thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please.
A/N: This is my first fic to join in the fun and try to Tame the Muse. Thanks for letting me play! I don't see many people writing in anime fandoms, so I included a brief summary of the fandom if anyone is interested. If you're more interested, feel free to ask questions!
This is my second attempt at a Death Note fic. This is also one of my first yaoi fics. The basic plot line for Death Note is complicated beyond measure - suffice it to say that Light and L, the two main characters, engage in one giant game of cat and mouse, with lots and lots of pauses for mindf***ing, if not the kind depicted in this fic. ;)
For more details Death Note is a Japanese manga that revolves around the central character Yagami Light. Light is a brilliant, but bored, college bound student who desires to follow his father's foot steps and enter the police force. One day, he finds a Death Note dropped by a shinigami (god of death) and discovers that he can kill people simply by writing down their names and picturing their faces. Instead of being afraid, Light seizes the opportunity to create a uptopia and uses the book, as Kira ('engrish' for killer), to kill those he judges evil.
L, a strange but equally brilliant detective, sets out to capture Kira. He quickly determines that Light is the most likely candidate and an epic game of cat and mouse with winner takes all stakes erupts between them. During one part of the series, Light gives up his memories of the Death Note. L, still determined to prove that Light is Kira, first imprisons Light for months, and then insists that the two remain chained together until L is satisfied otherwise.
This fic takes place during that portion of the manga.
Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilacsigil for the beta. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Light couldn't sleep. Lately, he could never sleep. Lying on his back, in the large hotel bed, Light became aware of his surroundings, the same way he did every night.
His pajamas were soft and smelled faintly of detergent. The bed linens were cool; the warmer blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed. The static hum of the air conditioner should have soothed him, but instead it provided a nearly constant white noise which only served to make the contrast with the chaos of his thoughts more blatant.
The soft glow of the numbers on the alarm clock told him that it was nearly 4 a.m. The room was mostly silent, except for the air conditioner, and except for the steady breathing of the man laying next to Light.
Unable to resist, Light turned and stared at L. Sleep softened the detective's otherwise stark features, darkness hiding a multitude of details - the dark circles under L's eyes, the somewhat straggly hair that always looked unkempt, the slightly sunken cheeks that remained gaunt despite the massive quantity of sugar that the detective consumed. Sleep also provided Light the opportunity to do what he so rarely was able to do - indulge his desire to look at L's face - searching it, memorizing it, learning it.
Light's fascination with the detective made him uncomfortable. He could not help but feel that there was something dancing just on the edge of his memory, mocking him from the gray shadows of forgetfulness. It bothered him. Yagami Light was not used to feeling forgetful. He prided himself on his ability to remember - entire text books unfolded in his mind at his slightest desire to recall some fact.
What was he forgetting that he should know?
Whatever it was, it had put him in undoubtedly the strangest position of his young life. After working so hard, he had dropped out of school. After doing everything in his power to help his father solve the Kira case (he had, hadn't he?), he had volunteered to be placed under constant supervision, losing his freedom and his ability to help in a single instant. He had seen the tapes of his confinement. He had seen the precise moment when… something… had changed.
Light had seen the moment when he started to beg, pleading for L to believe him.
L believed he, Yagami Light, was Kira.
Light was afraid that L was right. But he couldn't remember...
So, he searched L's face night after night. After the detective would finally cease his endless investigation and climb into the bed next to Light… after sleep protected Light from the elder man's penetrating gaze… after Light ran out of excuses as to why he couldn't possibly be Kira… he turned to the detective and sought answers in the curve of L's eyelashes against his cheek, the glint of teeth and tongue through L's open lips, the sigh of the breath that escaped from L's dreams.
Under the covers, the steel bracelet of the handcuffs cut into his wrist and he fiddled with it idly, trying to make it more comfortable. The slight noise roused L from his sleep, and the detective opened surprisingly aware brown eyes to stare into Light's.
"Nightmares, Light-kun?" he whispered, his breath husky with sleep and tinged with something else as well.
As ever, when this game played out, Light opened his mouth to confide his fears to L, only to instead lean forward and claim the detective's mouth. L never rejected him, never turned him aside. Instead, L leaned forward, kissing Light back with equal hints of desperate determination, his own equally chained hand coming up to tangle in Light's hair, roughly pulling Light's head back and exposing his throat.
L was surprisingly strong for someone with his slight build, and he forced them to roll, forced Light on his back, forced Light to arch upward as his mouth trailed tantalizingly down his neck to bite at the juncture of his shoulder. "What were you thinking about in the dark, Light-kun?" he murmured, his lips tickling the skin that his teeth had just ravaged.
"You," Light answered truthfully, feeling L's response to the unspoken promise in the hardness pressing against his thigh.
L let go of Light's hair, his fingers now brushing gently over the younger boy's cheek, his eyes unreadable. "There are days when I am not sure what I fear most," he remarked slowly, his finger trailing over Light's mouth. "For the first time in my life, I do not want to be right almost as much as I do not want to be wrong."
Light closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the fog in his mind recede for a brief second, before he opened them again. "I am not Kira, L. I am not."
L didn't answer, choosing instead to lean down and press his lips to Light's. When the detective's tongue pushed past his lips, Light wondered if his mouth tasted like lies.
Pushing that thought away, Light concentrated on L's mouth and tongue, his fingers, his body, the way the detective responded, the way he responded… until even the battle for dominance here proved secondary to the pleasure that swept them both away.
The cover of darkness was a double edged sword, offering both fear and comfort and ultimately blurring the line between friend and foe to the point that he neither knew nor cared which side he was on.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: L/Light
Prompt: 55 - Hello Darkness at
tamingthemuseWarnings: Contains slash relationships. Dark (but not my fault, the original subject matter is about a mass murderer!). Spoilers through volume 5.
Rating: Adult
Summary: In the dark, Light can't hide from his thoughts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please.
A/N: This is my first fic to join in the fun and try to Tame the Muse. Thanks for letting me play! I don't see many people writing in anime fandoms, so I included a brief summary of the fandom if anyone is interested. If you're more interested, feel free to ask questions!
This is my second attempt at a Death Note fic. This is also one of my first yaoi fics. The basic plot line for Death Note is complicated beyond measure - suffice it to say that Light and L, the two main characters, engage in one giant game of cat and mouse, with lots and lots of pauses for mindf***ing, if not the kind depicted in this fic. ;)
For more details Death Note is a Japanese manga that revolves around the central character Yagami Light. Light is a brilliant, but bored, college bound student who desires to follow his father's foot steps and enter the police force. One day, he finds a Death Note dropped by a shinigami (god of death) and discovers that he can kill people simply by writing down their names and picturing their faces. Instead of being afraid, Light seizes the opportunity to create a uptopia and uses the book, as Kira ('engrish' for killer), to kill those he judges evil.
L, a strange but equally brilliant detective, sets out to capture Kira. He quickly determines that Light is the most likely candidate and an epic game of cat and mouse with winner takes all stakes erupts between them. During one part of the series, Light gives up his memories of the Death Note. L, still determined to prove that Light is Kira, first imprisons Light for months, and then insists that the two remain chained together until L is satisfied otherwise.
This fic takes place during that portion of the manga.
Many thanks to
lilacsigil for the beta. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. ************************
Light couldn't sleep. Lately, he could never sleep. Lying on his back, in the large hotel bed, Light became aware of his surroundings, the same way he did every night.
His pajamas were soft and smelled faintly of detergent. The bed linens were cool; the warmer blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed. The static hum of the air conditioner should have soothed him, but instead it provided a nearly constant white noise which only served to make the contrast with the chaos of his thoughts more blatant.
The soft glow of the numbers on the alarm clock told him that it was nearly 4 a.m. The room was mostly silent, except for the air conditioner, and except for the steady breathing of the man laying next to Light.
Unable to resist, Light turned and stared at L. Sleep softened the detective's otherwise stark features, darkness hiding a multitude of details - the dark circles under L's eyes, the somewhat straggly hair that always looked unkempt, the slightly sunken cheeks that remained gaunt despite the massive quantity of sugar that the detective consumed. Sleep also provided Light the opportunity to do what he so rarely was able to do - indulge his desire to look at L's face - searching it, memorizing it, learning it.
Light's fascination with the detective made him uncomfortable. He could not help but feel that there was something dancing just on the edge of his memory, mocking him from the gray shadows of forgetfulness. It bothered him. Yagami Light was not used to feeling forgetful. He prided himself on his ability to remember - entire text books unfolded in his mind at his slightest desire to recall some fact.
What was he forgetting that he should know?
Whatever it was, it had put him in undoubtedly the strangest position of his young life. After working so hard, he had dropped out of school. After doing everything in his power to help his father solve the Kira case (he had, hadn't he?), he had volunteered to be placed under constant supervision, losing his freedom and his ability to help in a single instant. He had seen the tapes of his confinement. He had seen the precise moment when… something… had changed.
Light had seen the moment when he started to beg, pleading for L to believe him.
L believed he, Yagami Light, was Kira.
Light was afraid that L was right. But he couldn't remember...
So, he searched L's face night after night. After the detective would finally cease his endless investigation and climb into the bed next to Light… after sleep protected Light from the elder man's penetrating gaze… after Light ran out of excuses as to why he couldn't possibly be Kira… he turned to the detective and sought answers in the curve of L's eyelashes against his cheek, the glint of teeth and tongue through L's open lips, the sigh of the breath that escaped from L's dreams.
Under the covers, the steel bracelet of the handcuffs cut into his wrist and he fiddled with it idly, trying to make it more comfortable. The slight noise roused L from his sleep, and the detective opened surprisingly aware brown eyes to stare into Light's.
"Nightmares, Light-kun?" he whispered, his breath husky with sleep and tinged with something else as well.
As ever, when this game played out, Light opened his mouth to confide his fears to L, only to instead lean forward and claim the detective's mouth. L never rejected him, never turned him aside. Instead, L leaned forward, kissing Light back with equal hints of desperate determination, his own equally chained hand coming up to tangle in Light's hair, roughly pulling Light's head back and exposing his throat.
L was surprisingly strong for someone with his slight build, and he forced them to roll, forced Light on his back, forced Light to arch upward as his mouth trailed tantalizingly down his neck to bite at the juncture of his shoulder. "What were you thinking about in the dark, Light-kun?" he murmured, his lips tickling the skin that his teeth had just ravaged.
"You," Light answered truthfully, feeling L's response to the unspoken promise in the hardness pressing against his thigh.
L let go of Light's hair, his fingers now brushing gently over the younger boy's cheek, his eyes unreadable. "There are days when I am not sure what I fear most," he remarked slowly, his finger trailing over Light's mouth. "For the first time in my life, I do not want to be right almost as much as I do not want to be wrong."
Light closed his eyes and groaned, feeling the fog in his mind recede for a brief second, before he opened them again. "I am not Kira, L. I am not."
L didn't answer, choosing instead to lean down and press his lips to Light's. When the detective's tongue pushed past his lips, Light wondered if his mouth tasted like lies.
Pushing that thought away, Light concentrated on L's mouth and tongue, his fingers, his body, the way the detective responded, the way he responded… until even the battle for dominance here proved secondary to the pleasure that swept them both away.
The cover of darkness was a double edged sword, offering both fear and comfort and ultimately blurring the line between friend and foe to the point that he neither knew nor cared which side he was on.
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Date: 2007-08-14 11:07 am (UTC)I know very little about manga. I've seen a few manga movies, but have not really 'got into' manga as a fandom, so I was grateful for the synopsis in your header. I then went and had a quick look at the Wikipedia entry for Death Note. I appreciate the warning at the top, but the fact that Light is 17 when the story starts, so is certainly over the age of consent by this point, is not a cause of worry. There is quite a lot of slash on this community.
You have a very lyrical story telling style, which made this a pleasure to read. The introspective almost dream like mood is perfect for the position these two characters find themselves in. I find myself feeling sorry for Light in his self imposed ignorance that he really is a killer. Because of the way you wrote him, I could clearly imagine how that sort of power would initially fascinate and later horrify a young boy, especially one who is so intelligent.
Very nice. I hope you stay with us.