InsaneJournal

Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Bad Reputation - Half Cocked

7 down, 23 to go! This prompt brought to you by me, since my finger landed on the number '6.' 8D

Title: Highwire
Author/Artist: temptationwaits
Fandom: Death Note/Another Note
Pairing: Beyond Birthday/L
List and #: Alternate #6 - up
Rating: MA (graphic sex!)
Disclaimer: Death Note, L, etc. © Ooba Tsugumi, Obata Takeshi, etc. Beyond Birthday, Another Note, etc. © Ishin Nishio. Song used in story is "Bad Boyfriend" by Garbage.
A/N: Spoilers for B and Another Note. Oh fuck, smut!

It felt a lot like getting high.

Giddy, amused, imagination hot wired. Paranoid, frightened, confused. Hungry, edgy, craving. Sex like this was a lot like getting high. Up, up and away.

L didn't remember the first time he had done it, while B had seered the date deep into his brain. L didn't think much about it, didn't care much beyond it, didn't mind its causality and looseness. B thought about it all the time, desired it all the time, and as aloof as he pretended to be about these sex escapades being nothing more but touch and go, fuck and leave, he really hated the fact that it wasn't something more.

Love? Could B want love from L? Maybe. Admiration? Yes. Equality? A bit. Domination? Somewhat. Complete and utter submission? Of course. Lust? Exactly. Maybe it was all chalked up to lust and nothing more, but to B, that answer wouldn't settle. Sex was just a three letter word but what it equated to was something beyond mere numbers and human understanding. Who was he to know.

But the first time felt like the last. Every time felt like it would be the last time. So they fucked hard, raw and bitterly as if this would be the final time they'd ever see one another again, ever touch and suck and screw one another again.

B remembered quite vividly the first time. L was sure to have catalogued it in his memories, if nothing more than just because he could, or his mind insisted something big like this happening be remembered. But to L, really, it wasn't that big a deal because physically, it was fucking beautiful, but mentally and emotionally, it was mind numbing and dull. B couldn't help but mask slight offense to think that he had only penetrated his body and none of his senses, or even his soul. If that fucking arrogant freak had one, anyway. But then we'd be the same, completely. Takes one to know one.

It had been two months since the initial encounter that started this entire charade. Today would prove to be a carbon copy of the first time. With a change here, a change there, but in the end, no big changes made.

The bells for recess had rung loudly through the orphanage and the children had been herded outside for some fresh air and relaxation. The older kids were let off to hang around the premises, go in their rooms, do what they wanted as long as it wasn't breaking any sort of house or country laws. Most of the time they went and sat by the brick wall and smoked.

L slipped out of his private room as soon as the halls became desolate of life. With his back haunched forward, he slumped off to the kitchen, one hand mindlessly scratching the back of his neck buried beneath thick curls of black hair. He overheard one of the caretakers mention baking cookies for snack time and like the detective he was, he went to investigate.

But just as he was heading around the corner, the closet door flew open and out shot a pale hand. It snatched L by the sleeve and yanked him inside, where the door slammed shut.

It was dark in the closet, but they knew very well who they were and what they were doing. Immediately right after the door was closed and locked with a folded chair jammed beneath the door knob, hands flew into each others hair and they kissed one other, hard and hungrily, as if this were timed and they only had seconds to play. Their breaths made hissing and grunting noises as they struggled to get past their entwined lips, their nostrils flaring, much like animals ready for attack.

Their nails, both nubs, dug into scalp, squeezing chunks of black, oily hair in each fist. Tongues lashing against one another, fighting, coiling, toiling, saliva pouring from the corners of their mouths, dripping down along their chins. B withdrew for a second so they could both catch their breaths, taking this opportunity of quick rest to bite into L's bottom lip, bruised and wet from a devouring kiss. He bit hard, hard enough until a rather pointed teeth ripped into the frail flesh, forcing a little blood bubble to surface.

L stuck his fingers hard into B's scalp and drug them down and back, feeling flakes of skin chunk up beneath his short nails. B made a soft approving noise, licking away the droplet before suckling on it like a mother's teat. L couldn't help but make his own little mewl, letting his tongue press to B's top lip. This hunger, it raged in his heart and belly, growling like a starved beast; the craving only growing stronger and stronger. Just like getting high. Up, up and away.

As their mouths wrapped themselves around each other again, B thrust his hands up under L's shirt, fingers quickly pinching onto two small pink mounds. L gasped and broke away the kiss before his lips were stolen away again. B massaged those nipples between thumbs and index fingers, his moaning reflection grabbing at his shirt and pulling, tugging; L recoiled to yank off B's shirt, throw it to the ground then embrace his pale, skinny torso tightly, fingers latching into his back, over his bulging shoulder blades.

B took one of L's shaky hands and forced it down the front of his pants, to cup his hard cock. "Look what you've done," he whispered against L's ear.

"How long has it been like this?" L mused, brushing fingers down the rippling shaft.

B chewed the corner of his mouth. "Too long," he chuckled. "Watching you chew and suck your thumb--so infantile, and yet fucking erotic."

"Do you get erect every time you see me do that?"

"Maybe." B let L's hand go to push it down beneath L's pants and boxers. He squeezed his manhood, causing L to groan softly. "What do you know? I seem to have the same effect."

"Hard not to get aroused," L hummed, "when we've been touching like this."

B smirked, dragging his hand out. He leaned his face towards L's ear again and hissed softly, "Suck it off."

A moment later, B's pants fell to a puddle at his feet. He slowly backed towards the wall, pressing himself against it. L took his dick in his hand, eyed it before placing his tongue against the slit. B grunted softly as the tongue massaged the little slit, causing his testicles to swell harder and harder. "Always sadistic," B chuckled, smile twitching.

L rolled his tongue back into his mouth and grinned cutely at his fellow orphan.

"Unfortunately," B sighed, dropping his hands on L's head, "I don't have the patience for that today." With that, B forced L's head forward, shoving his cock near completely in his mouth. L gagged, but did not pull away. He kneaded B's inner thighs as he sucked him off, B lightly helping to move his head back and forth.

B moaned loudly, brought a thumb to his lips and nibbled on a stubby nail. Any moment now... Knowing it would only take another minute or so, B yanked L's head back by a fistful of hair, causing the boy on his knees to grunt with sudden pain. "Not now," he wheezed, "I want to cum inside you."

L smiled and nodded, standing. B had once attempted to shoot his load on hL's face, but L refused immediately. As submissive as he was now, it was not because L was weak. He was only allowing himself to be pushed around; B knew if L wanted to, he could top him. Not without a fight, however. And because L--unfortunately--didn't think much of this "relationship," as long as he got his rocks off, he didn't give a damn who was top and bottom. Just not on the face; his pride would not allow that.

B slid down the wall to a sit on the ground, spreading his naked legs slightly. He could barely make L out in the dark closet as he undressed, the sound of clothes crumpling and being tossed aside his only hinting. Then L's warm hands fell on his shoulders and squeezed. As he sunk down on his knees before B's lap, the red eyed boy honored his comfort (ha!) by brutally shoving two digits up L's ass to widen the sphincter for penetration.

L ground his teeth and growled, squeezing B's shoulders tighter. "You've gotten looser and looser since the first time around," B gibed, fingers opening and closing in scissor cutting motions.

"I've started getting used to it. That's no good, is it?"

"Hahaha."

Once B figured he was good enough to go, he took L by the hips and slid him down his legs and onto his lap. L hiked himself up a little bit, before with careful direction in the dark with hands alone, he sat down and gasped as he swallowed B's erection whole. B took a deep breath, held onto L's hips and rocked him back and forth, to and away from his heaving chest.

L slammed his hands into the wall on each sides of B's head, coiling his fingers along the surface, scratching away old blue paint. He shut his baggy eyes tightly, bared his clenched pearly whites, muscles straining against his flesh, pulsating and throbbing as his thighs and knees quivered. His own cock swelled hot and red.

B dropped his mouth into the nape of L's shoulder and neck, opening his jaws to sink his teeth into the clenched flesh. L tilted his head to the side, groaning as the teeth would bite deeper, relax then bite again, tongue leaving wet circles against sweaty flesh. B took in a sharp intake of air with each pump in, retracing his teeth and mouth from his shoulder, leaving behind a pretty orb of red, blue, purple and pink. He raised his face to L's and breathed hot air into his cheek, against a baggy eye, against gaping, panting mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat as it cut in rivets down his face.

Then, in a flash of light in the darkness, it ended. Both men tensed as they growled and hissed with ecstasy, holding one another tightly as they came. L's seed smothered B's glistening and pale chest; he could feel B release inside of him, wet and sticky. For a minute they sat there like that, just breathing, just heaving, just relaxing their racing hearts.

L sucked in air as he carefully pulled himself free, gasping with relief as he plopped to the ground in front of B, resting his sweaty back to the door. He could feel moisture collecting beneath his ass. B rolled his neck, cracking bones into place; he sat up slowly, bending forward. He ran a hand down along his chest, smearing away the semen.

B rose a sticky finger to his mouth and sucked on it, reminiscent of a time he saw L sucking whipped cream from his finger. "It gets tastier and tastier each time," he purred, running his tongue along his lips.

"Bananas," L stated, simply, scratching his hip, "I ate a lot of bananas today."

The bell rang. Recess was over. And as each boy dressed, they didn't say a word to one another, didn't even apologize when bumping into each other while dressing. B knew as soon as they left the closet, they would be leaving a whole different world. A world where there was nothing but fucking and pleasure. Out here, it came by much harder, and didn't even exist.

In this world, B didn't exist to L. Not until they'd meet in their little world again.

This sex, this fucking, it was a lot like getting high. Full of hunger, desire, craving; pleasure, giddy lightheadedness; paranoia, bitterness, anger and confusion. Just like getting high and having the best and worst trip all at once.

Up, up and away.