A Few Old Fanfictions
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Category:
Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,569
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Encounter
Cold water creates no steam…
The water is beating, violently, burning hot on exposed and vulnerable flesh. Steam swirls around two joined bodies, obscuring their flushed and frantic movements in dense fog. They glisten as they move, permeating the air with gasping cries and groans of both pleasure and pain.
As though from a distance, the red light of a camera glows softly through the mist. But the two men ignore the invading beam, attentions fixed completely on matters taking place inside a steamy shower cell.
Raito moans, tipping his head back against heated tiles. The back of his skull rests uncomfortably into the joining of walls, jostled against the tiles as Ryuzaki continues his steady rhythm.
It hurts… This thought resounds through Raito’s head. Never before had his body been bent and violated in such intense and intimate ways. At this very moment, he sits, crammed into the corner of the shower, precariously perched on the ledge. And the great detective is bending over him, holding his body in position, as he drives into Raito’s tight body smoothly and methodically.
As it is their first time together, Raito endures the pain of penetration, suffers his body’s resistance as Ryuzaki stretches him from the inside.
Of course, he had anticipated the pain. Any intelligent man would, when considering his first time with a male. Yet, his rational mind hadn’t prepared him for the illogicalities of pleasure, as well as his body’s surrender. Why should sex feel so good, so pleasurable with his enemy? And shouldn’t the pain detract from the sensations of this experience?
But those questions are fleeting. Their importance soon becomes irrelevant, as Ryuzaki shifts their position, with another intention.
A surprised moan suddenly escapes Raito’s lips. His fingers spasm, digging even deeper crevices into the detective’s pale skin. Ryuzaki grunts, his pace disturbed, as slight beads of blood merge with the driving storm. Dark eyes wide, he resumes his pace, though maybe more aggressive than before. This Raito weathers, teeth gritted and eyes adverted, unable to look into the calculating gaze of the one dominating his body.
With unwavering intent, a steady hand grasps Raito’s chin firmly. It wrestles against him, compelling him, ultimately forcing Raito to glance into Ryuzaki’s shadowed, sleep-deprived eyes. And once he catches a glimpse of the detective’s predatory gaze, he cannot look away. Those eyes…those cold, calculating eyes glow fierce in the fog. They capture everything – every cry, every moan, every nuance of Raito’s satisfaction.
And they bring out that being, a violent being lurking at the depths of Raito’s subconscious. As Raito’s drenched body shudders into orgasm, his dark heart momentarily locks eyes with its aggressor.
Cold water creates no steam…
Kira and L meet amidst the swirling fog.
Author’s Notes: There’s an allusion to Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Just out of curiosity – did anyone find it? :P
The water is beating, violently, burning hot on exposed and vulnerable flesh. Steam swirls around two joined bodies, obscuring their flushed and frantic movements in dense fog. They glisten as they move, permeating the air with gasping cries and groans of both pleasure and pain.
As though from a distance, the red light of a camera glows softly through the mist. But the two men ignore the invading beam, attentions fixed completely on matters taking place inside a steamy shower cell.
Raito moans, tipping his head back against heated tiles. The back of his skull rests uncomfortably into the joining of walls, jostled against the tiles as Ryuzaki continues his steady rhythm.
It hurts… This thought resounds through Raito’s head. Never before had his body been bent and violated in such intense and intimate ways. At this very moment, he sits, crammed into the corner of the shower, precariously perched on the ledge. And the great detective is bending over him, holding his body in position, as he drives into Raito’s tight body smoothly and methodically.
As it is their first time together, Raito endures the pain of penetration, suffers his body’s resistance as Ryuzaki stretches him from the inside.
Of course, he had anticipated the pain. Any intelligent man would, when considering his first time with a male. Yet, his rational mind hadn’t prepared him for the illogicalities of pleasure, as well as his body’s surrender. Why should sex feel so good, so pleasurable with his enemy? And shouldn’t the pain detract from the sensations of this experience?
But those questions are fleeting. Their importance soon becomes irrelevant, as Ryuzaki shifts their position, with another intention.
A surprised moan suddenly escapes Raito’s lips. His fingers spasm, digging even deeper crevices into the detective’s pale skin. Ryuzaki grunts, his pace disturbed, as slight beads of blood merge with the driving storm. Dark eyes wide, he resumes his pace, though maybe more aggressive than before. This Raito weathers, teeth gritted and eyes adverted, unable to look into the calculating gaze of the one dominating his body.
With unwavering intent, a steady hand grasps Raito’s chin firmly. It wrestles against him, compelling him, ultimately forcing Raito to glance into Ryuzaki’s shadowed, sleep-deprived eyes. And once he catches a glimpse of the detective’s predatory gaze, he cannot look away. Those eyes…those cold, calculating eyes glow fierce in the fog. They capture everything – every cry, every moan, every nuance of Raito’s satisfaction.
And they bring out that being, a violent being lurking at the depths of Raito’s subconscious. As Raito’s drenched body shudders into orgasm, his dark heart momentarily locks eyes with its aggressor.
Cold water creates no steam…
Kira and L meet amidst the swirling fog.
Author’s Notes: There’s an allusion to Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Just out of curiosity – did anyone find it? :P