better than heart attacks
1o: tombstone
Light's lips were soft against his, pleading and pressing and almost desperate (but Kira did not beg). The burnet allowed himself a small sigh, lashes fluttering lethargically in a manner most reminiscent to Sleeping Beauty; slowly, they pressed flush against his skin, as though asleep.
His breath was hot, each touch burned, the intoxicating aroma of honey hung in the air. Fingers fisting in the detective's ebony hair, low moans – "Ryuzaki… L…" – and teeth, biting at his lower lip, insistent, almost painfully so.
L felt his skin smoulder, breathing heavily, eyes widened in surprise. L preferred to hide behind his title, his computer screen; white font and gothic letter. L did not want… ("Ryu-" breath hitching, heart pounding)
-L did not want this.
The older male stiffened, hands falling to the boy's chest as Light leaned, attempting to deepen the one-sided kiss- No, not Light. Kira.
Kira smelt like honey and strawberry shampoo, yet Kira tasted of ash and graves and dead bodies. Was Kira truly alive – truly human – to judge those with no compassion? Did Kira have no more emotion than a corpse left to rot?
But the world was rotting. Of course, that was what Kira would say.
Kira, Light.
Light, Kira.
It did not matter which way round you looked at it, for they were one and the same. If you flipped a coin the side it landed on – the side it chose to fall on – held no significance in the greater scheme of things, because its counterpart was always, inescapably there. Bloody eyes, cruel smirks, soft lips…
Ashen lips – open graves.
"You know, Kira," L said, voice almost conversational; eyes wide, finger to lips, he grinned a very eerie grin. "If I wanted a kiss from death I would rather have asked Rem-san."
a.n: it's short. oh noes! anyway, i had the last line in my head for ages, & i thought it would be really cool if l used it on light xD