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tamingthemuseTitle: Eyes Wide Open
Fandom: Death Note
Prompt: 71 - aroused at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse; also 8 - Articles; Newspapers (~broken promise) at 30_angsts
Warnings: Contains slash relationships. Dark (but not my fault, the original subject matter is about a mass murderer!).
Rating: Teen - mild sexual content
Summary: Some combinations work, even when you think they won't.
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: I'm not fully happy with this yet, but this has been a horrible week as far as work goes. So, I offer this to you unpolished, unbetad, and on the fly. I'll probably edit this some more before I decide it's done. *sighs*
Death Note summary: 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.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Sometimes, despite his keen intellect, L was unclear about his own reactions to the beautiful suspect chained to his wrist. Yagami Light was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. His physical body was strong and youthful, his appearance was always neat and coordinated, and his eyes were captivating. L, sitting in the chair with his bare feet drawn up under him, chewed idly on a piece of candy as he considered Light’s eyes.
They were perfectly normal eyes at first appearance, the same dark brown as Yagami-san’s, but they were flecked with lighter sparks of gold. They were captivating eyes, endearing eyes, and L couldn’t help but instinctively know that they were deceptive eyes. Even now, when the detective was staring at his computer screen, he could sense Light’s eyes on him. Turning, he saw Light studying a newspaper, by all indications, completely absorbed in the story discussing Kira’s latest murders. L suppressed a sigh, wondering if the stress of the case was making him paranoid, or if the youth next to him really was the killer he suspected him of being.
Light denied it beautifully, passionately, fervently. But the shadow that swam through Light’s eyes, even as he protested L’s suspicions, showed that he doubted himself. L could not believe the proclamations of innocence that were spoken in the shadows of doubt. Thus, even though keeping the young suspect in custody, under constant surveillance, had not stopped the murders, L knew in his heart that Yagami Light was Kira.
Releasing Light from custody was the only way to force the younger man to make a move, and only by allowing Light to move forward would L ever be able to prove his theory. Light’s brilliance was undeniable, but eventually everyone made a mistake. L was relying on that, and the game of cat and mouse with winner take all stakes would eventually be resolved by one of the two of them making a mistake.
By conditioning Light’s release on his agreement to remain chained to the same detective who was trying to prove his guilt, L hoped to pressure Light into making a mistake sooner. Or so he told himself during the rational parts of his days. L was inherently honest with himself, though, and he knew that wasn’t the only reason.
Light, beautiful Light with his endearing and deceptive eyes, captivated L. L would go so far as to admit that he was obsessed and that made him nervous. Swallowing the last of his candy, L began to chew on this thumbnail. Obsession was an emotion that L was not used to dealing with. He was always absorbed in his work; he liked pitting his mind against other people and proving that his theory of the case was correct.
This was the first time he didn’t have full confidence in his ability to succeed. Or even survive.
Beside him, Light shifted, rattling the chain between them. Absently, the younger boy used his arm to still the chain, silencing it, as he finished reading the article. Setting the paper down on the table, he fixed his eyes, upon which L had just spent so much energy contemplating, on L’s. “I’m tired.”
“It is getting late.” L agreed, studying the brown orbs with curiosity. Light sensed the sudden intense interest and frowned.
“What is it?”
L shrugged and Light’s frown deepened as his keen mind flashed forward to discern what L was thinking. “Stop.”
“Stop what, Light-kun?”
Light stood up and leaned over, pinning L into the chair. Light’s arms fell on either side of L’s body and the detective’s eyes widened. “Stop looking for clues in the way I read a newspaper.”
“It wasn’t the paper,” L breathed, staring into Light’s eyes, which were now only inches from his own. They gleamed bronze, the gold flecks brightening with Light’s emotion, the shadows in the depths promising defeat, hinting at violence. Light leaned closer and L shifted backwards, feeling his breath catch.
“Then what was it this time?” Light demanded. “Was I sitting slouched over? Too straight? Is my hair too neat? Too messy? What?”
“Your eyes.” L answered.
“What about my eyes?” The look between them intensified, another type of heat flowing into Light’s gaze.
“They are beautiful,” L answered without really thinking about it. Alarms sounded in the back of L’s mind as he stared into the eyes of a man he truly believed was the worst mass murdered in the history of the world and felt not fear, but arousal.
Every sword was double-edged, L knew even as Light grinned at him predatorily. “It almost sounds like you’re flirting with me,” Light murmured.
“I don’t flirt.”
“I know.” Light closed the distance between them, kissing L hungrily. L kept his eyes open and noticed that Light did the same. Even though he could still feel the chair underneath him, supporting him, L felt like he was falling. The eyes were supposedly the window to the soul, but L couldn’t help but fear that he was selling his own soul for a kiss. As he watched Light’s eyes, bright with growing lust, dark with the promise of something else, L knew that his inability to decide how he really felt about his suspect was the mistake that could see his defeat, his death.
L closed his eyes.
Fandom: Death Note
Prompt: 71 - aroused at
tamingthemuse; also 8 - Articles; Newspapers (~broken promise) at 30_angstsWarnings: Contains slash relationships. Dark (but not my fault, the original subject matter is about a mass murderer!).
Rating: Teen - mild sexual content
Summary: Some combinations work, even when you think they won't.
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: I'm not fully happy with this yet, but this has been a horrible week as far as work goes. So, I offer this to you unpolished, unbetad, and on the fly. I'll probably edit this some more before I decide it's done. *sighs*
Death Note summary: 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.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Sometimes, despite his keen intellect, L was unclear about his own reactions to the beautiful suspect chained to his wrist. Yagami Light was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. His physical body was strong and youthful, his appearance was always neat and coordinated, and his eyes were captivating. L, sitting in the chair with his bare feet drawn up under him, chewed idly on a piece of candy as he considered Light’s eyes.
They were perfectly normal eyes at first appearance, the same dark brown as Yagami-san’s, but they were flecked with lighter sparks of gold. They were captivating eyes, endearing eyes, and L couldn’t help but instinctively know that they were deceptive eyes. Even now, when the detective was staring at his computer screen, he could sense Light’s eyes on him. Turning, he saw Light studying a newspaper, by all indications, completely absorbed in the story discussing Kira’s latest murders. L suppressed a sigh, wondering if the stress of the case was making him paranoid, or if the youth next to him really was the killer he suspected him of being.
Light denied it beautifully, passionately, fervently. But the shadow that swam through Light’s eyes, even as he protested L’s suspicions, showed that he doubted himself. L could not believe the proclamations of innocence that were spoken in the shadows of doubt. Thus, even though keeping the young suspect in custody, under constant surveillance, had not stopped the murders, L knew in his heart that Yagami Light was Kira.
Releasing Light from custody was the only way to force the younger man to make a move, and only by allowing Light to move forward would L ever be able to prove his theory. Light’s brilliance was undeniable, but eventually everyone made a mistake. L was relying on that, and the game of cat and mouse with winner take all stakes would eventually be resolved by one of the two of them making a mistake.
By conditioning Light’s release on his agreement to remain chained to the same detective who was trying to prove his guilt, L hoped to pressure Light into making a mistake sooner. Or so he told himself during the rational parts of his days. L was inherently honest with himself, though, and he knew that wasn’t the only reason.
Light, beautiful Light with his endearing and deceptive eyes, captivated L. L would go so far as to admit that he was obsessed and that made him nervous. Swallowing the last of his candy, L began to chew on this thumbnail. Obsession was an emotion that L was not used to dealing with. He was always absorbed in his work; he liked pitting his mind against other people and proving that his theory of the case was correct.
This was the first time he didn’t have full confidence in his ability to succeed. Or even survive.
Beside him, Light shifted, rattling the chain between them. Absently, the younger boy used his arm to still the chain, silencing it, as he finished reading the article. Setting the paper down on the table, he fixed his eyes, upon which L had just spent so much energy contemplating, on L’s. “I’m tired.”
“It is getting late.” L agreed, studying the brown orbs with curiosity. Light sensed the sudden intense interest and frowned.
“What is it?”
L shrugged and Light’s frown deepened as his keen mind flashed forward to discern what L was thinking. “Stop.”
“Stop what, Light-kun?”
Light stood up and leaned over, pinning L into the chair. Light’s arms fell on either side of L’s body and the detective’s eyes widened. “Stop looking for clues in the way I read a newspaper.”
“It wasn’t the paper,” L breathed, staring into Light’s eyes, which were now only inches from his own. They gleamed bronze, the gold flecks brightening with Light’s emotion, the shadows in the depths promising defeat, hinting at violence. Light leaned closer and L shifted backwards, feeling his breath catch.
“Then what was it this time?” Light demanded. “Was I sitting slouched over? Too straight? Is my hair too neat? Too messy? What?”
“Your eyes.” L answered.
“What about my eyes?” The look between them intensified, another type of heat flowing into Light’s gaze.
“They are beautiful,” L answered without really thinking about it. Alarms sounded in the back of L’s mind as he stared into the eyes of a man he truly believed was the worst mass murdered in the history of the world and felt not fear, but arousal.
Every sword was double-edged, L knew even as Light grinned at him predatorily. “It almost sounds like you’re flirting with me,” Light murmured.
“I don’t flirt.”
“I know.” Light closed the distance between them, kissing L hungrily. L kept his eyes open and noticed that Light did the same. Even though he could still feel the chair underneath him, supporting him, L felt like he was falling. The eyes were supposedly the window to the soul, but L couldn’t help but fear that he was selling his own soul for a kiss. As he watched Light’s eyes, bright with growing lust, dark with the promise of something else, L knew that his inability to decide how he really felt about his suspect was the mistake that could see his defeat, his death.
L closed his eyes.
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:17 am (UTC)