I do not own death note or any of the characters there in. This is my first fiction… be gentle. Constructive criticism is welcome

Teeth clicked as tongues lashed, hands grasped at the other, desperate for something to hold onto caused by the mad spinning in their heads, what had driven them this far, neither knew, all that would register in their minds was that, this was happening and there was nothing they could do to stop this pleasurable agony from continuing on till new heights.

Spindly fingers buried themselves in thick honeyed caramel locks as the others found the belt rungs on loose blue jeans, tugging on them insistently.

Moans of pleasure poured from the taller of the two, only to be swallowed eagerly by his partner. The faint tinkle of chain between them shifting was ignored.

Desperation from both parties soon became clear as the harshness of their breathing increased. Moans became louder and soon the clothes became all too uncomfortable.

The two geniuses could only come to one decision…

They had to go!

All of it. A pair of worn jeans was quickly torn away from their raven haired owner and thrown, unceremoniously, to the far side of the room, catching on a lamp shade and dragging it down to smash loudly on the ground, neither paid heed. A pair of slightly wrinkled dress pants soon went in the same direction, knocking a thoughtfully added cup of tea from the close set of drawers. The cooling liquid staining the ground a faint pale pink color… all that sugar would do that.

The shirts, more complex, the raven haired one refused to remove the cuffs, even worse, but it would cost them too much to stop now and it wasn't long before they were caught up in passion again, chain be damned, and soon a neat dress shirt and wrinkled long sleeve hung together from the centre of said damned chain.

Neither were anything more than what they were at that moment, there was no famous detective, no 'God of a New World' there were only two people with very human needs, needs that only the other could fulfill.

Sweat soaked bodies rubbed together, delicious friction sending jolts of agonizing pleasure through both forms, hands grabbed, legs tangled and they screamed together.

As they lay sated their shirts tangled together as they themselves were there was nothing, nothing but the warm, slowly calming breaths of the other.

There was nothing but, the other.