Seasons: Autumn

Whispers, dry, of dreary leaves
Dazzling colours, of scarlet golden
A quiet crunch
A knowing smile
As the avian symphony begins.

Etudes, rushed, in our twisted tango
Unquestioned enigmas about our persons
You hold out your hand
And reach for that brilliant sunset
In the heat, and frigidity, intertwined
Like lips, hot and unpredictable
On the bitter oceans of passion.

In life, and in death
Listen to the silent call
And feel the earth
In the embrace of autumn
As the stars cry
And the rain sings.

Seasons: Summer

Dancing in the grass
Oh, to know the scent
Of daffodils, golden
Like the passionate sun.

A lover's heated sigh;
It sounds, and echoes,
Under the pale and dusty moonlight.

Summer's song
It is sung
And we will remember
Oh, remember
The day of tranquil, beloved warmth
As we lay
In the hopes and dreams
Of each other
Forevermore.

Seasons: Spring

Hear, the song!
Butterflies, laughing
Daisies, sweet and rich, laced with dew
Colourful melodies, in the swelling of our hearts
Glassy melancholy, across the sky
The impossibility of love, in your eyes.

A beautiful, lazy waltz
As our hands joined
Warm, and infinite
In the spring of this dawn
And the beginning
Of a picturesque Eternity.

The Detective [Fanart, G]

His eyes, a smoky kind of dull black, were awkwardly piercing and knowing. Reading you, everything about you... The detective, he's on the prowl.

My first non-Death Note yaoi piece in pen. :D A Pilot G-1 0.5 Black, to be exact. How I love that company! ♥ Anyhow, hope you like. :) L's hair was a bitch to shade as per usual, but I like how it turned out.

Feather [Fanart, NC-17]

Feather
NOT WORKSAFE
"Raito-kun seems to be rather... well-informed when it comes to erogenous zones - extraordinarily so, if I may say so myself," L choked out with great difficulty as Raito brushed the feather against the other's painfully hard nipple whilst stroking his equally painfully hard cock at the exact same time. "...aah. Skilled, too. Mmm."

This was going to kill him someday, L thought wryly, through a haze of lust. Pleasure, oh, pleasure - it was probably the deadliest weapon of all when it came to stripping a man down to his bare essentials, and... well, the most ironic, in his opinion. And yet... how awkwardly fitting!

Raito smirked then, though, and proceeded to lick the side of L's lips, startling him out of his light reverie - teasingly, harshly, deliciously - and his smirk grew wider as L shuddered in sheer, unadulterated pleasure, and moaned.

"Ryuuzaki, Ryuuzaki..." he chided huskily, his low baritone sending little shocks of delight and want, want, want straight to L's groin, "When will you learn that I'm good at everything I do?"

Marionette [Fanart, R]

I am but a humble miscreant before you, my God... your marionette.

I noticed that there's quite a lot of Misa fanfic, but... very few fanarts of her, if any at all. o_0 Although she's not exactly a favourite of mine per se, I thought she'd be someone pretty intriguing to draw.

She has a dark side to her; behind all that gothic and headdesk-inducing naivety, she is, nevertheless, an eager puppet brought to life by Raito's whim - a toy he plays with. And that is what she will remain to him; a toy, until the day of her death, even after he's gone, even after everything's finished...

Intentions [Fanart, PG]

And we both have our scandalous little intentions, my twisted darling.

It is my dearest ambition to make you my puppet, to manipulate you, to make you utterly and completely mine. Do you feel the same, I wonder?

Connection [Fanart, PG]

The unorthodox connection that we both share

Allen reached out gingerly; to stroke Kanda's hair between his fingers. He looked up hesitantly at the other, who only displayed an unreadable expression on his face whilst he continued playing with the soft, soft strands.

It was pliant silk, in his hands. It was Kanda, in the flesh. Only Kanda...

Implied nudity? Not really, though. Just Allen playing with Kanda's hair, because... well, just because KANDA IS HOT LIEK THAT YO. Done with my mechanical pencil, as usual. ♥

Revolution [Fanart, G]

In the dawn of revolution, the power of a king shakes the world.

Drawn for Faye, because she is win. LOL. XD This was done with my trusty mechanical pencil. It's amazing, the things you can do with it. o_0 Lelouch's hair was quite a bitch to shade - took me about 2 hours, tops. Sheesh... I'm quite happy with how this turned out, though. :)

Mechanics [Fanart, G]

The intriguingly complex mechanics of a juice box.

"You mean you forgot how to put the straw in already!?"
"Shut up, idiot."<

Click for a bigger version of the picture. XD Done with my mechanical pencil.

Remembering [Fic, R]

Author: kimiessu
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Pairing: L/Raito

Dark hair, teasing his eyes.

Wan, pale skin - like a dream.

Hands, ethereal and bony, hard, ghosting over his chest, his arms.

A smirk.

He could hear, yes, the clenching of his own teeth in the night. His gripping the bedsheets so tightly that they were close to tearing. He felt his breath, coming in short, panicky gasps.

A whisper, mocking, in his ear.

Raito-kun

And then a tongue, and teeth, exploring the crevices of his ear torturously.

Mercilessly.

So like him.

Like the inhuman mechanism he once knew him to be.

His own eyes - they were shut. He didn't need to see to know who it was with him in his room, to recognise those all-too-familiar limbs sprawled on his body. To know that voice greedily, and to hear those words he never thought he'd hear again.

Licking, sucking. Nibbling. Accepting.

He thought he would die.

Raito-kun

Tentative touches. A slight caress. A sharp bite, harsh and unyielding, on his neck, eliciting a "Fucking ow!" from him, but doing nothing to ease the painfulness that was his erection stretching against his pants even as he tossed and writhed and arched on the bed -

- just a little slut, noted his aggressor amusedly, rendered helpless by some simple ministrations.

He concurred. He couldn't help but concur. He couldn't do anything else, but moan and gasp and cry and hissing heatedly,

"More, more, more, more!"

and the other just complied, putting his lips to his cock and nuzzling it for the briefest moment before he took the whole damned thing in his mouth. A gulp, and a swallow. Knowing hands, feeling him, probing him, taking him.

Raito-kun

He awoke.

And it was the present again, and he was alone on the bed. The loneliness was real - as true as the sweat on his brow, and the slivers of moonlight dancing happily over his skin in the blackness of his room.

He knew.

He understood.

He wouldn't accept.

But L was dead, just as he'd planned.

And yet...

Raito thought he felt the handcuffs gripping his hand again, and that he heard a phantom clink in the night.

Raito-kun

It wasn't over.