A/N: So... yeah.

Listen, I'm a fool for rare pairs and this is probably one of the rarest? I don't expect it to gain a lot of traction but I've already imagined an entire plot for this, and yes, it includes Misa/Ryuk banging, so click away if you can't stomach that. Lol, I won't be offended.

"Oh, Light."

Light grunted in response, although it was barely that. She felt pressure below her navel, deep inside and unseen but surely because of her boyfriend's efforts.

Misa, for better or for worse, was usually still as stone. Light didn't like it when she was 'melodramatic' and writhing underneath him. He'd told her once that the noises she made during were like that of a dying animal; and when he'd smirked, Misa had forgiven him for making her recoil. She didn't want to sound – ugly. And she definitely didn't want to make her Light mad, especially not when they were together in such an intimate moment (where Misa was bare and at his mercy).

The young woman was doing a nominal job at keeping subdued and demure, until she heard the near-silent arrival of another through one of the walls in their bedroom. No, not the wall. Misa opened her eyes, adjusting to the lack of light above her and she caught the luminous yellow eyes facing her from the sky. Like the roof had been torn off and the moon had been divided into two, but it was simply their resident death God resting against the ceiling.

His mouth was large, stained by a grin that Misa swore she'd never seen fade. The teeth within that grin gleamed sharp, as did the eyes in his malformed skull, irises a deep red. Misa had never feared either feature, as at most she'd been reminded of her stuffed animal friends with smiles stitched between their cheeks.

"Light," Misa said, alert and on edge.

Light knew that Ryuk was up there, if the stiffening of his shoulders was any indication. He said. "Just ignore him."

She tipped her head to the side, away from Light while he went back to thrusting into her rigid body. Misa watched Ryuk follow her lead after a long moment. Her curiosity had just about goaded him into it, words be damned.

Misa had a curious instance of internal recognition as her attention spired toward Ryuk's presence in the room. There was no way this death god was unintelligent – a funny thought when above her, he'd tipped his head to side like a curious dog.

Imagery came unbidden, but it seemed like Misa's imagination ran deepest when she was bored. Subconsciously, she'd learned that she might as well have been dead for all that Light wanted her to reciprocate. A picture flashed in her mind, one where she was being smothered against the mattress by a spindly body.

Elongated bones and ribbed muscle dug into her flesh and Misa arced into the feeling, seeing herself lift gracefully to match the new rhythm. Heat tightened in her belly, trickling down to her nether regions as it often did when she fantasized. She briefly opened then closed her eyes again, the imprint of the monster's face hovering above hers. The sight didn't quell the strain beneath her belly, and she gasped shallowly as, in her mind's eye, an enormous clawed hand glided up her torso.

Her lower back arched emphatically then. Misa desperately wanted that claw to sweep over the slope of her breast, to knead and prick her flesh, to roam up to her face and stroke her hair from her parted lips. She wanted it so badly she gasped aloud while digging her heels into the sheets. Misa's eyes flew open again, and Ryuk was looming over her like a gargoyle, head cocked and eyes as intense as they'd ever been.

"Misa."

It wasn't a cry of ecstasy. In fact, Light sounded downright annoyed. His eyes weren't luminous, but she saw them through the gloom and they were glaring at her.

He moved to meet her again at a begrudging pace. Light maneuvered her hips just to jut in-between her thighs. He didn't prepare her for when he would thrust into her again or tell her that she was going to be pushed back painfully into the headboard. She squeaked, indignant, and felt herself stretched uncomfortably for the second time. Of course that didn't deter Light. Perhaps he was that close, and she'd (of course) ruined it.

Misa's elbows tore into the mattress, for now her upper body was freed from the oppressive weight of Light's lightly toned chest. Her breasts bounced lightly with the pace he'd enforced, but like hell would that interest Light. Still, she let herself lean back and remain uncovered as an exhilarating thrill ran up and down her spine, because she was being watched.

The tingling stayed, even after it was joined by the uncomfortable fullness that came with Light's release. He didn't make a sound, only inhaling sharply with quivering shoulders. Light leaned against her for an approximate amount of time before rolling onto the other side of the bed. Misa paid him no mind as she watched Ryuk's grin split wide. His rumbling chuckles echoed as his body disappeared through the ceiling of their apartment, dissolving through the blank white like ink.

The heat that had flushed Misa's body and skin vanished as well, cooling in the midst of her light-headed realization.