Tastes Like Silver
Day 31 of 31 of Kinktober
Prompt: Public
Word Count: 1067
It's L and Light's anniversary. Why not revisit one of their favorite dates?
A/N: Anyone catching the references here? ;)
L and Light’s anniversaries were rarely special. They tried to be together. They tried to celebrate them. But either one or the other would be too tangled up in a case to even give what day of the week it was a thought. But this year would be different. This year would be the year they finally got to celebrate the day they got married. It was a beautiful day. Light wanted a big ceremony. L wanted to go to the courthouse and elope. So, compromises were made. A small wedding in Kyoto during peak cherry blossom season. Light’s family. What little family L had. And it was perfect. But that left them with their anniversary.
L had been talking about going home for so long. It had been a couple years since he got back to London. To his comfortable townhouse. To his usual coffee stop. To his normal. Not that he didn’t love his new normal living with Light in Japan, but he felt a disconnect. And the connection refused to connect. That was when Light surprised him with a pair of plane tickets under the one stipulation of them putting work down for the week. And L couldn’t tell him no. Not that precious little face he held dear.
And as their nice dinner came to an end, L and Light took a walk. As they did every other time they were in London. It got Light thinking, “Hey…L?”
“Hmm?” L laced his fingers between Light’s, his mind aimlessly wandering as they wandered through the West End.
“Do you remember the first time you took me here?” Light bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile.
“Of course, I do,” L nodded, “Like it was yesterday. I remember finding you with the real estate section of the paper the day after we got here.”
“I had to,” Light shrugged, “Because if I remember correctly, someone shattered my phone the morning we left.”
“Well,” L argued, “Someone made the mistake of waking me with his infernal alarm. And the phone had to die.”
“Excuse me for not wanting to miss our flight,” Light scoffed.
“Yes, Light,” L smiled, “I remember when we came here the first time around. It was a good trip. A little awkward when you met Near and Mello, but I digress.”
“You said I handled it well,” Light pointed out, “Don’t give me that.”
“Why do you bring it up?” L wondered.
“Because,” Light smirked, “I was thinking we could stand a better view of the world.”
“Really?” L perked up, “I mean, I’m not going to tell you no. You were so awkward.”
“I’ve changed since then,” Light wrapped himself around L’s arm.
“Light,” L chuckled under his breath, “The only thing that’s changed about you is that you came out to your father. What else could you have possibly changed?”
“We got married…”
“Really?” L looked at him strangely, “I didn’t think you were the type to be so…Old-fashioned about that sort of thing. I know damn well you weren’t a virgin when we met.”
“No,” Light shook his head, “No, no. Misa wouldn’t have allowed that. But I’ve gotten comfortable with you. Much more than I would have with her.”
“Aww,” L melted inside, “That’s so sweet of you.”
“Come on, L,” Light giggled, “Who else would I let stick his tongue between my toes?”
“No one…”
“That’s right,” Light started walking a little faster, “And I think we should take a little ride.”
“As do I,” L followed him, trying his best to match his pace, “But Light?”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t think I’m racing you again.”
“Come on,” Light picked up the pace, “You can’t tell me you’re starting to feel your age again, L. I know that’s bullshit.”
“I am,” L stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, “I ended up making the mistake of marrying a younger man that’s into some shit. Sue me.”
“Alright, alright,” Light slowed down for L, “I’m sorry I have more stamina than you and a little childlike whimsy. And that you’re getting old. How dare you?”
“Shut up,” L gave Light a little shove, “I could just leave you in England.”
“You wouldn’t leave me,” Light wrapped his arms around L’s waist.
“Really?” L wondered, “What makes you say that?”
“Because,” Light kissed his cheek, “I’m about to give you a reason to stay.”
“You’re so lucky I love you.”
That’s when they saw it. The London Eye. Light handed the attendant L’s credit card and the two got on their car. As the ferris wheel went up, L’s pants went down around his ankles. Where Light was already on his knees. Once L’s dick was in Light’s mouth, he couldn’t believe what he had. Especially after their first time in the London Eye. You were so awkward and uncomfortable then. You didn’t even think this was possible. You thought we could only do things in our bedroom. You would’ve been stuck in missionary if it wasn’t for me. I’m so glad I opened the door for you, Light. And I’m even happier you stepped through it.
“Easy, Light…” L’s grip on the seat grew tighter, “Slow down. You can take your time. It’s ok.”
Light only sucked harder. He knew he was on the clock. The ride was only twenty minutes long.
“Light…” L’s hands tangled themselves up in Light’s hair, bracing himself for what came next, “Slow. Down.”
But Light refused. Deeper and deeper, faster…faster…harder…
“Light…” L growled, “I said, fuck…Slow the fuuuuuuck…”
Light threw back a confident swallow, popping L out of his mouth, “Hmm? Did you say something?”
L, pleasantly spent, got a surprisingly strong grip on Light’s jaw, “You’re a little brat. Did you know that?”
Light merely smiled, “But you still love me.”
“Regrettably…”
“Um…Excuse me, sir?” the operator noticed Light still on the floor of the car, “Are you alright?”
L stuck his hand outside the door and handed off his card to the operator, “We’re staying.”
“Yes, sir,” the operator didn’t even want to think about what was going to happen on their second go around, but that wasn’t his business.
When they started going back up, L stared down at Light, who still sat at his feet, “You do realize I’m a creature of vengeance, right, Light?”
And Light’s smile got a little bigger, “I was banking on it.”
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