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Nightingale

Move,move,move!

My inner voice yells at me but my thoughts are not strong enough to move my pupils and make me look away from your insanely attractive face. When did I begin to find you attractive? I don't quite recall.

You spin on your chair, your lean silhouette facing right at me, your long legs so close to your chest, your black hair falling in dark curtains and wrapping your eyes in a dangerous glint, your toes, moving ever so slightly when something catches your eye and your finger- oh that finger- it's getting harder and harder to move past the image of it caressing your lower lip, your pink, rosy, perfect, lower lip, of it being trapped under your teeth…

Oh how I want to trap you between my teeth, Ryuzaki.

Finally, you smile, finger still toying with your mouth. I want to lick it. I want to lick you whole. I want to excite you, like a hint in a case. I want to keep you intrigued, I want to keep you aware, I want to keep you on the edge of your sit. Or on the edge of the bed that we share, you straddling me and riding me hard, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your divine pale skin slick with sweat, your lips parted in gasps and moans that you won't mind the whole police force hearing, your breaths forming my name and my name alone.

Kira.

I know you want to call me that.

I dread it.

I long for it.

The moment you'll accept defeat. I live for it, Ryuzaki.

"Light-kun" you whisper, and I push back a shiver. I am undoubtedly hard. All I think about is standing up and pushing your legs apart and pinning them on my sides, and fucking you – oh fucking you, yes- on this very chair you work so proudly on. Spreading chocolate and melted sugar all over your face and chest as I ram into you again and again, and I promise, it will be a symphony you'll never forget.

Oh if I only knew your name…Before you die, you will be mine.

"Yes, Ryuzaki?"

You stand up slowly, never breaking eye contact. Don't tease me. My limits are frail.

I stand up as well. I don't want you looking down on me.

We're really close now, and is it only my idea or is your breathing heavier than usual? What are you feeling now, what makes your skin crawl like this?

I can't deny my fingers the joy of caressing the skin of your arm. I barely touch you, my fingertips burnt when in contact with my mind's only desire. You burn me, Ryuzaki. Let me have you.

The tip of your tongue darts out to lick a speck of sugar resting on your bottom lip, and I can even feel my eyes dilate even more. You can't not know what is happening to me. Anyone with eyes could see. Anyone would know. Even if he had never been with someone sexually.

Oh god, is it possible that you were never touched like that? Now my mind flips even more. I must must must have you. My lips part and I feel my blood rushing as you look at me timidly…

"I want to sleep"

Damn. A few more tortuous hours on a bed with you curled like a ball at my side. Perfect. I hate those hours. Because looking at your face sometimes makes me want to touch you, hold you. And I can't fall for you.

I can't fall for a dead man.

You move even closer. Are you teasing me for real, little prick?

I force myself to not look at your lips. I fail.

"Ok" I whisper weakly.

Your fingers move towards my face, and you take hold of a stray hair, putting it behind my ear. I am seriously on the verge of shaking.

Your lips are so close to mine, it' maddening.

"Come with me, my own, personal…killer"

And at that, I almost come in my pants.