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Giggling	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2 of "Smutty Shorts"

Title: "Giggling"

Author: Sashocirrione

Spoilers: MAJOR Spoilers for up to about the middle of the Yotsuba arc.

Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Sexual activities.

Summary: L is a completely different person in bed than Light had ever expected.

Pairing: LxLight or perhaps LightxL (no penetrative activities)

Additional Notes: All canon events previous to the beginning of this fic have happened as normal, except that L and Light have already started a sexual relationship before the start of this fic. The beginning of the sexual relationship is not shown, only this aftermath of it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not make any money from these writings.

L is childish.

Light has known that for a long time. Perhaps (Light thinks of this sometimes) perhaps he even suspected it before meeting the detective, from the way L had boasted during the Lind L. Tailor incident, making the L and Kira war seem like a petty schoolyard rivalry (and he himself had felt something like that infantile need to lash out at the time, though now he can surmise no reason for it other than maybe a disapproval of the risk L was taking, because Light has always admired L, hasn't he?).

L is very, very childish.

This is another fact Light knows, and he's been aware of it at least since he saw L build a miniature Christmas tree out of green gummy bears and decorate it with multi-colored sprinkles before consuming it bit by bit.

But somehow Light had never translated those facts into predicting anything resembling what L was presently doing, the secret side of L that only his bed-mate would see. No, perhaps only his lover (and Light was L's lover, wasn't he, though Light tried not to think of that during their work hours, or to think of how unfair it was to Misa, even as annoying as she was).

These were times when L's serious facade dropped away, when his voice lost that nearly-monotone quality, when his curled-up protective posture unkinked and he sprawled widely across their bed, loose and lanky.

L was half in and half out of his clothing, as if the very concept of dressing was unknown to him, his limbs tangled in a chaotic way with the sheets and blankets.

Light pressed his chest and stomach more closely to L's back, breathed on L's shoulder, and reveled in the loud hum that L produced in response. L's noises at these times were irresistible and alarming all at once. Irresistible because it felt like getting to witness something special, rare and mysterious. Alarming because someone might hear through the door, if any of the others were passing close enough in the hallway outside.

Curiosity overpowered Light, and he let a hand lazily trace circles across L's pale exposed belly, almost absurdly flat, and then let his fingers burrow beneath the confusing mass of several blankets that had become trapped and twisted between L's legs. It took a few tries, but his genius mind was able to sort through the puzzle and find his way to what he was seeking.

L let out a loud, "Ah!" at the moment of contact, making Light cringe inwardly.

Light's mind once again ran through the reasons to do this despite L's noise (and Light couldn't keep his mind from moving, sifting, perceiving and concluding all sorts of things on an ongoing basis; his mind was almost too busy, even at these times when he most wished it would slow).

He didn't feel as if he were analyzing L's every move and motive and quirk as much as he used to in the days before he'd volunteered for confinement, but there was still something in him that wanted to know what made L tick, what L was like on the inside, to dissect the mysteries of L until they were fully comprehended.

This unguarded state drew him in (it wasn't anything else, no, it was only curiosity).

And so, because of those reasons, and because nobody else would witness it, Light let down his own guard and allowed himself to behave quite childishly too (it was just an experiment, and besides, L had started it originally so it was all his fault).

Light said, "What have I found here?"

L giggled, a lighthearted (and far too loud) completely uninhibited giggle.

Suppressing his disapproval (for what could he do, really, without stopping the process altogether?) Light curled his fingers in place, grasping what he held in order to provoke L into squirming, which L did, a soft wriggly warm weight pressed along Light's body, retreating and returning all at the same time.

Light repeated, "What have I found?"

He could hear his own voice somehow getting softer and more childish, injected with a tone of wonder (because it really was boggling to see L like this, wasn't it?).

L curved his body, pressing his top half backwards into Light, arching his back delicately, while his crotch pushed insistently forwards into Light's hand.

Light's hand retreated, and in response L produced a very loud puppy-like whine.

Alarmed, Light put the hand back immediately but it did not improve the noise level, it only provoked a change from that whine to a series of Ah's and Oh's and Hnnngggff's as L tried to snuggle backwards and forwards at once, twisting within Light's arms, a few strands of his soft fluffy hair tickling at Light's mouth and nose as Light's chin found a perfect place on L's shoulder.

Light tugged gently, making it swell between his fingers, and said, "I wonder what this is. What do you think it is?"

L only became louder with his outbursts, stringing together wordless murmuring and shameless moans with whines, hums, yelps and giggles.

The rhythm of L's breaths was already changing. L was breathing more heavily, his ribs expanding and contracting quite noticeably within the grasp of Light's elbows. Light clutched him harder with every bit of himself that he could, curling his arm that was trapped under the weight of L's side so that the hand there could grasp L's stomach better, using his chin on L's shoulder to pull the man closer to him, and tightening his fingers around L's most sensitive part as he continued the teasing, hesitant strokes.

Light said, "Whatever it is, it seems to like this, doesn't it?"

L giggled quite loudly.

Light stopped the stroking and said, "It's so odd to find that thing there. I keep thinking about what it might be. Should I take a peek?"

It would actually be quite a job to get all those layers out from between L's legs to expose his crotch to view, and Light didn't intend to do that. Instead, Light pulled himself upward a bit, slithering through the sea of tangled blankets and sheets that both enclosed them and impeded them, getting a bit above L, situating himself so that he could see L's face better.

Light knew he was about to make L smile. It was a rare thing. Already, L's face had that characteristic little smirk (the smirk Light used to want to smash whenever he saw it, but like everything else, Light's attitude had suddenly changed; he could only guess that L had grown on him over time and that his confinement had been terribly lonely).

Light said, "Maybe there's a cow hiding under the blankets somewhere and it wants to be milked."

L smiled.

A smile was almost an alien expression for L. It seemed to be stretching L's face in the wrong direction, and yet it was the sweetest smile, simple and pure.

Childish. Yes, L is very childish.

Light started moving his hand again and said, "Does the cow need to be milked? Does it?"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"I think it's a very noisy cow."

The hand went faster. Light had almost lost his patience with slow teasing. His fingers moved with sure, precise force as he reveled in the way L's slim hips surged forward in rhythmic twitches.

L's volume was rising.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-"

"The cow-," Light started to say, but then quite suddenly L was releasing all over his hand in a sticky rush of warm fluid.

Immediately after, L's breathing was slowing, his eyes closed.

His eyelashes were very dark against the paleness of his face.

Light kissed L's neck, feeling the pulse fluttering there underneath his lips. L's muscles were loose, his body slumped and soft everywhere.

A moment later, Light realized that L was already asleep.

A/N (Author's Note):

This is a fill for a request on the Death Note kink meme on livejournal (since it moved from dn_kink to dn_kink2, I'm putting it on the new meme). The request is:

"LightxL, cuddling, giggling, no real sex, L gets a handjob? Light babytalking to L. L loves it.

Bonus points if L is being too loud, and Light tries and fails to get him to shut up because he's giggling too much."

There are some things I've been writing that are rather short and plotless. Some of these fics I have mentally connected to some larger plot idea(s) that I hope to incorporate into them someday, and so they sit in my computer's directory of unfinished fan fiction, waiting for more time and inspiration so that they can hopefully be fleshed out and finished.

But there are other fics that I feel I won't ever get larger plot ideas about, such as this fic, and for these I think that once I finish them they work better as parts of a collection since they're not much more than a scene or two and don't tie in to the larger plot of Death Note very well.

"Giggling" is something of a character study, but I didn't feel as if it was a strong enough character study to stand alone. It somewhat explores the idea of people acting very differently in bed than expected, which happens quite a lot in real life. I did something experimental with the many parentheses (relating to Light's thoughts about the past and about things he wanted to deny or suppress) and I'm pleased with how that turned out, but I think I tend to be a bit lost when I'm not writing something plotty, and I'm not fully satisfied with the way the rest of the fic came out.
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