Mmkay, this is a crack fic. Don't expect any good writing from me. That's one thing you can never do. Anyways, I don't know why but whenever I load my stories to fanfiction, sometimes the whole layout of it gets messed up. Let's hope that doesn't happen this time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. (Insert funny, cliche sentance that starts with the words 'If I did' here.)
Light looked at the man lovingly. How he had managed to find such a great lover was beyond him. All that mattered was that Watari was here with him. Light leaned over and kissed his lips, liking the way Wataris mustache tickled his top lip. Watari giggled and blushed lightly.
"I love you, sweetie." Light crooned in the elderly mans ear.
"Love you to, hunny." Watari whispered to the 17 year old.
Light wrapped his arms around Wataris shoulders, and pulled himself onto his lap. Moaning when Watari slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Tonight was going to be their first time. Light undid Wataris tie and slipped off his shirt, admiring his liver spots and wrinkles.
"Light, I'm scared." He said quietly.
"It's OK, I'll be gentle." He said, putting his fingers into Wataris mouth so that he could prepare him.
Light moaned at the feeling of Wataris tongue sucking on his fingers. Grinding his groin against the seniors, feeling his erection go harder, along with wataris.
Okay, I'm just going to stop it right there. I can't write anymore without puking. Ugh, God, that was horrible.
Hmm, I wonder what the next pairing will be. Heh heh heh, I'm about to break into a random fit of crazed laughter like Light.