I wrote this awhile ago and finally got around to submitting it. I don't write much Death Note anymore...and this is the first Light/L or L/Light (however you take it) that I've submitted here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Please tell me you knew this.

Warning: Contains yaoi. That should have been obvious from the pairing mentioned, but just in case you didn't catch that...yaoi. it be here.

Routine

When L ate an ice-cream he was poised and calm. No matter how ungraceful a person he was as a whole, when he was eating, he became engrossed in his task, fully enjoying the sweet treat in front of him, making him seem exotic and unreachable.

His tongue was perfect and pink and it darted in and out, taking small traces of the cold dessert with it as it moved back between his lips.

As the first mound of ice-cream diminished into the cone, his lips would raise slightly, his teeth grazing the cone as he pulled more into his mouth, usually holding it with one hand at this point, slightly at an angle as he typed on his laptop or shuffled through some paperwork in the process.

And when that too was gone, he'd bite a bit harder, the cone disappearing into his mouth as well, his tongue licking over his lips ever so often for stray crumbs.

And when the cone, now a representation, at least for the brunette captive sitting beside him, of so much more, was finally gone, he'd smack his lips together once with a satisfied pop, returning to his work as though the ice-cream had never been there at all.

When L sucked Light's cock, he was flushed, but still calm, breathing sharply through his nose. No matter how awkward and ungainly he might seem in the light of day, at night, crouched in Light's bed, clothes rumpled and cuff chain clinking, he was beautiful. And just as unreachable, despite having Light's dick in his mouth.

His tongue was perfect and pink, darting in and out, running along the underside of Light's erection, sliding back and forth between swollen lips.

As Light began to shake slightly from the effort of propping himself up on his elbows while enduring the ministrations of such a talented mouth, his lips would raise slightly, his teeth grazing both the top and bottom at once. He was usually holding Light's balls in one hand at this point, the other hand pressed flat against a heated thigh, fingers tensing lightly in time with his movements.

By the time Light had given up on his elbows and was laying flat on the bed, gasping and groaning despite himself, L was sucking enthusiastically, the tip of Light's cock sliding in and out of his throat as he bobbed his head along the length of it, somehow still aloof and calculating despite his pink tinged skin and bulging cheeks. He'd pause, pulling back to lick his lips whenever Light would spoil his rhythm with drops of pre-cum before starting back again as though he'd never stopped.

And once Light had finally cum, usually hard and fast, all in one go, his body shuddering from the exertion afterwards, L would smack his lips together with a somewhat distracted pop, and return to his work as if Light was not laying only a few feet away, connected by a thin silver chain and a dozen or so nights just like this one.

Sometimes though, before he went back to his work, he'd dip down to the little refrigerator they'd set up beside their shared bed to keep L from starving and getting cranky while Light slept, and he'd get himself an ice-cream.

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