This is my first time writing a Light x L pairing, and I had a little trouble with it, but I think it came out pretty good for my first time. Ahaha. Please read and review, and don't forget to give suggestions and feedback. Thank you.
Wedding
Clusters of reception guests drifted about the dance floor, practically concealing every inch of floor-space able to be seen with the naked eye, swaying freely amongst flashing lights and an upbeat tempo. Every guest stood dancing atop the dance floor, smiling, and perhaps a little too blissful from one glass of wine too many.
Nevertheless, each and every guest was dancing – except for one.
With the poise of a prim groom, Light gently lowered his glass to the bar table. He kept his gaze narrow and focused through the crowds of people, to one wall in particular – the one right near the door. There was a figure standing alone, somewhat hunched, clad in a pure-black dinner jacket and similarly hued trousers. His white dress shirt contrasting perfectly with his eerily pale complexion and dark, wild hair, his lean form perfectly fit in the sharp suit.
The man was handsome, Light admitted mentally, feeling his hand curl to a loose fist at his side. The man was unmistakable, clearly identifiable.
He knew him, and suddenly, he had to talk to him.
Why the sudden urge? Why the yearning?
That didn't matter.
Light turned to look at the bartender, who had just begun to refill his glass of wine. He held up a hand to stop the man. He met his caterer's eyes.
"If you'll excuse me…for a moment," he pardoned quietly, despite the noise of the blaring music. "I have to use the bathroom." He started to turn away. The bartender's reply morphed to indistinct words in the back of his mind - unimportant. Light refocused his eyes on the wall, and yet again, at the lone figure. The figure lifted his head in such an aloof motion, letting his dark eyes glance at Light.
He stepped from the wall and moved to exit.
Light pursued.
Amane Misa, his beautiful bride, slipped in front of him at the center of the dance-floor, at the center of all commotion. Her hand came against his chest, her other grasping his hand with a tender squeeze. His reddish-brown eyes fell over her.
She blinked."Light?" she spoke through the noise. "Where are you - "
"The bathroom, Misa," Light interjected as gently as he could, giving her hand a small squeeze of reassurance. Clandestinely, he flicked his eyes towards the door. He let go and pecked a quick kiss on her cheek. "I won't be long."
Glancing after him, there was a flicker of unease in her innocent complexion, but she dismissed the feeling with a wide smile. She perked up, and then threw a wave.
"Okay, Light!"
Light stepped into the hall.
The faint sound of a delicate piano melody floated about the elegant atmosphere, only emphasizing the beauty of the lavish banquet hall. He adjusted his tie - a nervous habit - and continued onward, letting the rhythmic patter of his footsteps sound dully against the carpeted floor, barely in the secluded environment.
In a moment, Light paused in front of his destined door. His eyes scanned the words attached to its frame.
Bathroom.
His hand came against it, easing it ajar, then fully passable. The reddish-brown hue of his eyes seemed to deepen as he scoped the room for him, searching for any sign of that wild mane of black hair, pale skin, dark eyes…
"Hello?" he spoke quietly into the silence.
The scent of several colognes washed over him, enveloping his form in their oh-so-enticing aromas of rich spices, sophistication, and masculinity. Nevertheless, he ignored the fragrances with a slit of his eyes.
Finding him was crucial.
The patter of his footsteps, again, came dully against the flooring. Straightening himself until he stood poised, he made a small turn at the end of the miniature hallway, following the path of red-hued carpeting. There, he saw a love seat across from an identical other, and an end table fit snug between two comfortable chairs.
A platter of wrapped candies sat atop the table – and a hand reach for them.
Light followed the hand with only his eyes, feeling his throat funnel to barely allow air to pass through. He followed along a black sleeve, to a shoulder, to a face and a pair of imploringly dark eyes.
Dark eyes.
Light made a small sound of surprise, and a little embarrassment. The man shot his eyes to the other's and crossed his gaze, using skilled fingers unravel a mint-chocolate candy, letting its smooth frame become exposed through its torn, foil covering. Light watched it disappear in the man's mouth, watched it lay on his tongue, and disappear in one, simple bite. His own throat ran dry, but nevertheless, he betrayed the feeling with a confident step forward. Those dark eyes refused to waver in their locked gaze.
His speculation of this man was correct. It was obvious. The way he sat, the way he acted…the way he watched him…
This man…
Light opened his mouth to speak, but his words were interjected.
"What is it, Light-kun?" the quiet, almost delicate, question mustered between bites of chocolate. "You followed me here – for what."
A brief moment of hesitation accentuated a trace of unease in Light's complexion. He dropped his eyes for a moment with a clandestine grin. With a gentle chuckle, the atmosphere suddenly became light hearted, almost too friendly.
"I'll be honest with you, Ryuzaki-san." He looked up. "I didn't think you would dress formally for even this," he spoke softly. "If you recall the freshmen speech we gave together at To-Oh, a couple years ago."
Ryuzaki suppressed a smile with a turn of his form, a reach to pluck another wrapped candy from the platter.
"Ah'…Yes," he replied in a quiet voice. Unraveling the sweet's thin wrapping with subtle movements of his fingers, he brought the candy to his mouth. "I figured I should dress properly for this…" He met Light's eyes with a faint smile. "It is your wedding night, after all."
Light returned the affectionate smile.
The atmosphere… it was unusually warm, abnormally boundless in a sort of affection, oddly harmonious…Yet, there was another emotional entity floating above their heads – a feeling neither one of them was willing to neither declare, nor act upon any time soon.
Was it love?
Awkward silence enveloped them both, and was disrupted by an easy shift from Ryuzaki.
Light adjusted his tie and lowered his gaze. "…Well, thank you. I know dressing in such formal attire is a real challenge for you, Ryuzaki, as opposed to what you usually wear."
Ryuzaki spoke nothing in reply, instead watching in an unblinking gaze. Light, despite the tension that caused his form to grow taut, swallowed uneasily and gave a wry smile.
Audible, just barely, he murmured, "You look great, Ryuzaki."
Silence.
In the quietude, there was no awkward tension or terrible disbelief drifted about them. That was nonexistent and had been since Light's appearance. A sort of warmth and gentle bliss, ones that only affection could bring, encased them both. Although the exchanged glances and smiles were coy, there was a hint of seductiveness in both hues of eyes, an unspoken eagerness for erotic foreplay and perhaps something more. Light took the confident stride forward with a hand outstretched for Ryuzaki, and a bright-white smile to add.
"C'mere," Light murmured.
He spoke the simple command, but told him no information as to what he planned to do with him. Was it what both of them were thinking, but were too coy to divulge?
Light escorted Ryuzaki to the miniature hall of bathroom stalls, guiding the man to one in particular - one fairly large – at the end of the aisle. He let his hand slip from Ryuzaki's loose grasp, let his fingers gently push the door shut and slip the bar through the lock to fasten the stall secure. He did not turn to face Ryuzaki. A lopsided smile tugged at a corner of his mouth. The moment was truly perfect. They were alone. The lighting was dim, the piano melody played about the atmosphere, and a delectable combination of men's colognes coasted amid the room. Not to mention, Light had a gorgeous man.
Beautiful.
Unblinkingly, Ryuzaki watched tentatively. He took a wary shuffle forward. "Light-kun," he questioned lowly. "What is the meaning of this?"
Light turned and carried himself to the man. He let his hands rest atop Ryuzaki's shoulders, letting his palms and fingers conform to their curved forms. "Shhh, Ryuzaki-san," he hushed him, bringing his lips against one of his cheeks. His tongue dared to slip from its shelter of the warmth of his mouth, daring to lap at the smooth skin. "Mmmm…"
Ryuzaki shivered. Wisps of air departed from Light's mouth and grazed the side of his face, temporarily warming the area of skin. It was subtle, although sensational.
"Light-kun…" the man could barely murmur. "…Wh-What…" His voice trailed.
Light eased him against the wall, his fingers massaging into the soft fabric of the shoulder padding and smooth tuxedo material. Ryuzaki surrendered to Light's touch – his control - growing lax against the bathroom stall with a quivering sigh. Then, there came an unfamiliar noise from his throat – a low croon of pleasure – beneath already quickening pants. The noise vibrated a second time. He whimpered.
"Ohhh…"
"Yes," Light breathed. "Just like that."
Ryuzaki felt Light's hands slide from his shoulders to the center of his chest, pressing into him. And gradually, little by little, his jacket loosened around his frame and the buttons became undone. His dark eyes fell to Light's dexterous hands. Subconsciously, his own hands latched to the other man's hips and reached out, longing to feel his contracting muscles, hard bone, and progressing erection. He grasped.
"Light-kun…" the airy breath.
"Shh, Ryuzaki-san," Light hushed him again, letting the sharp, black dinner jacket fall freely to the tiled flooring. His hand fell against Ryuzaki's chest. He started to plant small kisses against Ryuzaki's cheek, letting his fingers tease one of the man's nipples. Ryuzaki writhed. A scarlet flush washed across his cheeks. He desperately kissed back.
"Light-kun," he whispered his name yet another time. "Mmm…Easy."
"You're already seduced," the erotic murmur in his ear. "That didn't take long, Ryuzaki. I'm impressed…" Light began to undo the buttons of the man's white dress shirt, making sure each fastener was undone slowly, methodically, deliberately…
The shirt tumbled to the floor.
Ryuzaki stood, bare-chested, the pale tone of his skin emphasized beneath the dim lights. The awkwardness of not only his visage, but his nature was made clear – dark eyes hidden behind locks of dark hair, his inelegant stance... Even if awkward, Light loved his quirkiness. He couldn't get enough of it, and believed he never would satisfy is passionate addiction.
Smoothly, even gently, Light took the base of Ryuzaki's neck. He let his lips flutter against the base of his throat, tracing over every contour and groove of his collar bones. He kissed up the rigid texture of his throat, dragging his tongue against the small curve of his Adam's apple, letting his warm exhales wash over the man's wettening skin. Ryuzaki cringed and cried out. Light's lips kissed and fluttered, again, sending subtle vibrations rattling through his lover's neck. Ryuzaki groaned in reply – over and over - shivering at Light's skillful mouth.
"Uhnnn'…Ohhh…Ohhhh…Ahhh'…" Ryuzaki pushed out.
At his chin, Light kissed. A hand came against Ryuzaki's cheek, the other at the back of his head. His fingers raked through locks of black hair, caressing his scalp. Ryuzaki failed to suppress another moan, failed to resist the urge to kiss back. Light echoed the low sound.
"Ohh…" Ryuzaki's back arched inward. He tilted his head, and Light kissed back down the length of his neck, again, murmuring indistinct words of passion between puckered lips. Besides the sound of the piano melody, the entire room was silent, with the exception to their obscene, wet sounds of lovemaking.
"Mmmm," Light smiled inwardly.
Ryuzaki dared to glance down at his lover, who only made intimate, electrifying eye contact with his exemplary eyes.
Such a simple gesture, eye contact was.
How it made the moment even more erotic…It was remarkable.
Light licked Ryuzaki's collar bones, massaging the base of his throat.
"I don't know what's compelling me to do this to you, Ryuzaki-san. I really don't," he mustered to speak, lowly. "But, honestly…"
He straightened and took the man's face between his hands, tenderly, tilting it just slightly. His lips hovered mere centimeters above Ryuzaki's, and the smooth flesh grazed just barely. They breathed into one another, carelessly let saliva drip and the tips of tongues peck. Light gazed deep into those dark eyes, letting his own warm with to a seductive hue.
He gave a smile.
"…I don't care."
At this, their lips met.
"I love you…Ryuzaki-san."
Instantaneously, he tasted the flavor of mint-chocolate and sugar.
The taste was intoxicating.
Light thrusted his tongue deep within Ryuzaki's mouth, listening the pants of his lover quaver between frequently released moans. Their lips compressed and released, compressed and released, tongues never ceasing their wild, massaging movements. The sugar that tainted Ryuzaki's lips flowed into Light's mouth, and although the taste was one to yearn for, even it failed to suppress his hunger for more of this man. He kissed rougher, wetter, sloppier…Completely eating this man away. Ryuzaki bucked hard against the wall with a muffled moan, and desperately broke for air.
Light would not allow.
He clamped his mouth to Ryuzaki's.
They moaned.
"Mmm…Uhnnn'…" Light was crooning, pressing himself into the man. "Uhnnn…"
"L-L…L-Light-kun…"
Light's meticulous hands cradled the underside of Ryuzaki's jaw, coaxing him to open wide. Their tongues pressed and massaged in a hungry fashion, and low, fervent groans were accompanied by outstretching hands. Ryuzaki even whimpered, overwhelmed by an unexplainable, and never experienced, wave of passion. His eager hands reached for the belt of Light's trousers, forcing it undone – notch by notch – with quavering fingers.
Light smiled inwardly and did the honor of slipping out of his pants with sways of his hips, letting his most intimate parts rub against Ryuzaki's. He nodded.
"Yes…Yes…"
The dark trousers slipped to the floor.
Light laughed quietly. "That's right," he murmured to him. Never separating their mouths, he started to unbutton his own jacket and white, dress shirt, carelessly letting both garments slip from his torso and onto the tile. "Don't hold back…" He pulled away to look into his love's eyes, and with a kiss to his cheek, he whispered, "Take it off."
"Y-Yes," the breath in reply. There came the sound of a belt whipping undone, legs shuffling out of pants, slipping down…
Ryuzaki's pants fell.
"Yes," Light breathed again.
Practically naked before each other, there came a compelling rush of delight through their systems, an unaccountable wave of pleasure and desire that possessed each of their very beings.
They lost all forms of sanity.
They became overtaken. Overwhelmed in love.
In one compulsive motion, Ryuzaki leaned his form into Light's, so much that the latter stooped to the flooring. The possible condition of the bathroom tile was ignored, and Light let himself grow lax on his back. They embraced.
"I love you, Ryuzaki…I love you."
Ryuzaki kissed him deeply, hungrily, several times. "And I, you, Light-kun."
They smiled inwardly.
Light opened his mouth wide.
Ryuzaki did not think twice to this generous offer.
Saliva and breath was exchanged messily, and wetness ran from the corner of Light's mouth. Ryuzaki brought his tongue to it, allowing warm air to flow from his throat and tantalize the man beneath him. Light leaned his head back with a low groan. Ryuzaki smothered his throat in kisses, deeply inhaling the scent of pure masculinity that seemed to be affixed to this man's every inch of skin. Light writhed and embraced his lover even tighter, making sure there was no space between their bodies, letting their innermost parts press against one another.
Ryuzaki's heart thrummed furiously atop his chest, a furious drumbeat in harmonious sync with his own internal rhythm.
"Light-kun," he was whispering yet again. "Uhnn'…Is this really happening…"
Light slipped his hand to the back of the other's head, grasping a gentle fistful of his black hair. He brought his head to an angle and thrusted his tongue forward, moaning a noise of pleasure in reply.
"Ohh…Mmm'…Yes, Ryuzaki. Yes," he could barely speak. "D-Don't – Ahh!"
A hand slipped into the front his underwear, playing about tuffs of hair, caressing an already hardened member. Light's hand curled to a taut fist in Ryuzaki's hair. He cried a noise easily mistaken for one of pain and failed to mimic the gesture, instead only succeeding to stroke the length of one, smooth leg. He groaned, throwing his head back with a moan of passion.
"Ryuzaki-san!"
"Shhh…" The hand grasped Light's erected rod, starting to pump its length gently before accumulating speed and pressure. In a broken voice, Light whined, closing his eyes. His chest heaved beneath Ryuzaki's, his face a faint, red flush. He felt his love's lips against his throat, and moaned.
"Damnit…M-Misa and I just married, didn't we, Ryuzaki-san…I-I just got married…h-hours ago," he pushed the words between hastening breaths. "I'm married…" He took a glance at his wedding ring and cringed. "Oh, damnit, Ryuzaki-san…Ohh…Uhnn' - Why didn't you stop me, Ryuzaki-san…Wh-Why not?"
Ryuzaki writhed on top of him and broke the kiss with a gentle exhale, turning his round, dark eyes over the hand that had slipped into Light's briefs. Ryuzaki started to peel away the underwear - never ceasing his thumb's stroking of the pulsating member – all while lowering his face.
"That only would be awkward, Light-kun, to disrupt the wedding because I want to marry you…" He met his lover's eyes. "Don't you think, Light-kun?"
"Uhnn'…"
Light extended himself fully against the tile, watching his love with droopy eyes – the perfect expression to beckon him Ryuzaki to continue. With a tender laugh, Ryuzaki opened his mouth and set it for the head of the man's erected member, preparing, letting his hot, salivating tongue slip scale the length of the rod. He grinned at the hand that stroked the side of his face, toyed with his hair.
"Please…Continue."
With one arm remaining taut around the other man's waistline, Light brought a hand to his spine, letting his fingers trace the subtle, concave groove. He slid his hand to the man's shapely behind and slowly massaged his palm into it, venturing to sneak a finger into his briefs and tease a tiny hole. Ryuzaki shook and made a soft noise up at his love, pressing himself further into him.
"Yes, Light-kun…Yes." He swallowed. "I will."
"Ryuzaki-san…G-Go. I-I'm ready."
His mouth opened wider…
…When a door opened and shut frantically.
Both men shot their eyes in the noise's direction.
The footsteps pattered rhythmically against the tiled flooring, hurried in their frenetic pace, and soon became accompanied by an all-too-familiar voice.
"Light-kun?! Ryuzaki-san?! Is anybody in here?"
Matsuda.
There came a groan of disappointment in gentle disdain. "Let me take care of this." Ryuzaki gently broke from Light's embrace and lifted himself to his feet, running a hand through his disheveled mane of hair. He sighed. "We're in here, Matsuda."
Light's gaze rounded. "What are you doing, Ryuzaki-san?!" he whispered heatedly.
From the suitable opening beneath the bathroom stall, one could easily see the dress-shoed footsteps come to a halt before the door, then turn to face it. Ryuzaki reached his hand to unlock the door. With not even a push to ease it ajar, the door swung open independently. Matsuda, dressed in the prim and proper tuxedo, stumbled backwards. His innocent, light-hued eyes drew wide.
He stammered. "R-Ryuzaki-san…Light-kun. What are you two - ?!"
"Matsuda," Ryuzaki interjected gently. With a smile and hand beckoning towards his unclothed lover, he added in a low, encouraging tone, "Care to join us?"
