Title: Mirror
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 378
Summary/Description: They were two parts of one whole, an image reflected in a three-dimensional mirror.
Warning/Spoilers: Yaoi. Slight suggestiveness, nothing stellar. No spoilers.
A/N: I really should finish reading Death Note, so I can write this series properly. (sigh)
Dedication: To dear, dear Kimiessu, as a belated birthday present. Yes, dahling, I sekkritly made you give me the prompt for your own gift-fic. 8D I'm sly like that. XP Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, it would have only been up to Chapter 57. The backside who wrote Chapter 58 and onwards can DIE.
He touched sticky lips with his own for the first time, and it was like tasting a bit of himself.
In some ways, of course, it was startlingly different and new; the cavern of L's mouth was sweet and fruity with the aftertaste of whatever confectionary he had previously consumed. The lips moving against his own were raw, as if the owner was used to biting and pulling at them. Dark, shaggy hair brushed his face, and his hands fell to rest on shoulders that were hunched and slightly lower than his own.
Still… it was the same. Light simply had to breathe, and he felt it; the essence of himself that emanated from the other boy. Something about all of this was so familiar, and so right, and Light couldn't help but wonder why neither of them had done this before. Apparently, there was nothing like a pair of handcuffs and some well-placed punches to put things in perspective.
He drew the older man closer in the same moment that L grabbed the front of his shirt in a bid to meld their bodies together. He kissed deeper and harder, tasting L, L, L, like a potion made from the marrow of his very own bones, bewitched until it was a perfect match to that of his rival, his friend, his enemy, his lover, and every other definition that fell under the broad heading of us. They were two parts of one whole, an image reflected in a three-dimensional mirror.
He slipped a hand beneath L's shirt and thumbed his way up the soft skin of his belly, feeling the detective give a shiver that could have been his own. L pulled away with a slight gasp, opening beetle black eyes. He licked his lips in a purely economical, totally non-suggestive way that nevertheless sent a rod of lightning straight to Light's groin. They looked at each other for a long minute; for once, not analysing, but simply looking. L's eyes were intense, wry, lustful, and all-knowing, all at the same time, and Light wouldn't have it any other way.
Honey brown eyes gleaming, he leant down, and enveloped red, raw lips with his own for the second time, and it was like gazing into a mirror.
A/N: That was weirdly abstract. :D All comments loved.