Death Note Thoughts

I'm pretty sure, judging by my news feed, everyone knows about the role playing going on... and the gayfesting.

So I decided to put some of it together.

Here's a lil MattxL, written by myself and Amy :D (@wearetheminority) 

••• 

"Lawli..." Matt said sweetly, resting his head on Ryuuzaki's shoulder.

"Yes?" Ryuuzaki asked, glancing down at his boyfriend.

"Can I have some of your cake?"

"No," he responded immediately.

"Whyyy?"

"Why can't you get your own?"

"Your cake's nicer. Plus, there's none left."

"There's... None left?" Ryuuzaki said, looking truly broken hearted. "Wuh-What?"

"We can make some more!" Matt grinned, then straddled Ryuuzaki. "We have all the stuff."

"But that takes so much effort, Matt," Ryuuzaki said, putting his plate on the floor.

"But it'll be fun... And you don't have to go outside..." Matt smiled and tilted his head. "We can make it fun."

"How'll we do that?"

"I'm sure we'll find a way," he responded, kissing Ryuuzaki softly.

Ryuuzaki smiled, kissing Matt back. He draped his arms around Matt's lower back, putting as little pressure possible on his spine.

"Mm..." Matt pulled away and grabbed Ryuuzaki's hand, dragging him into the kitchen. He jumped around, gathering all the ingredients.

Ryuuzaki leaned against the counter, watching as Matt flounced around, placing all the ingredients on the table.

"I reckon I'd be a good dancer," Matt called, jumping up to do a Capoeira kick, missing Ryuuzaki's face by inches.

"Don't kick me," Ryuuzaki said, not even moving to protect his face. "And I doubt it," he chuckled.

Matt grinned. "I wasn't going to. And don't-" Matt pointed a wooden spoon at Ryuuzaki "- think I'm gonna dance for you to prove my point."

"You will eventually," Ryuuzaki said with a smile.

"I'd like to see you try," Matt laughed, pouring some of the mixture into the bowl.

Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. "You talk up a big game for someone who couldn't even finish the job last night."

"I did that on purpose. Gotta keep you interested somehow, haven't I?" he asked, stirring the mixture together.

"I bet you couldn't have done it if you tried," Ryuuzaki taunted, sitting on top of the counter.

"Oh, now you're just tempting me," Matt grinned, using the spoon to dollop some of the mixture onto Ryuuzaki's nose.

"That was the idea," Ryuuzaki said, wiping the mix off his nose and licking it from his finger.

"I think I might wait for the house to be full first..." He grinned while spooning the cake mixture into the cases.

Ryuuzaki shrugged. "Whatever you say." He slid off the counter and went into Matt's bedroom, plopping down on the bed.

"I'm making a cake out here, so you might have to wait a while!" he called.

"I'm not waiting for anything!" Ryuuzaki called back.

Matt smirked. "Okay, you just sit there!" He shoved the tray into the oven, then went to join Ryuuzaki. "Whatcha doing?"

"Obviously sleeping," he replied.

"Okay," Matt shrugged. "I'll have to eat all that cake by myself then..."

"You wouldn't."

Matt's eyes lit up. "I would."

"Whyyy?" Ryuuzaki whined.

Matt didn't answer, he instead ran back into the kitchen.

Ryuuzaki got up grudgingly and followed him. "What are you doing?"

Matt grinned cheekily. "Wait and see. Now... go back to sleep..."

Ryuuzaki sighed and walked back to the bedroom, muttering something about patronising bitches. He laid down and closed his eyes.

"Night, Lawli!" Matt called.

"Don't rape me in my sleep," Ryuuzaki called back.

"That'll be a challenge, but I'll try!"

Ryuuzaki pretended to be asleep.

•••

Matt pulled the cakes from the oven and set them on the kitchen island. He smiled. They had turned out pretty well.

Ryuuzaki wandered back into the kitchen and looked at the cakes. "I want one."

Matt shoved a cake into his mouth. "I want, doesn't get."

"Whyyy?"

"You didn't say please."

"Please?" he offered.

"Mm, I was thinking in a different way." Matt grinned.

Ryuuzaki narrowed his eyes. "I want the cake." he said seriously.

Matt held the cake back. "And I want a kiss."

Ryuuzaki kissed his cheek. "Now give me the cake."

"That wasn't a very good kiss," Matt told him, keeping the cake behind him.

"Maaaatt. Give me the caaaake." Ryuuzaki whined.

"I cooked them, therefore I'd like a little payment."

"Are you trying to call me a prostitute?" Ryuuzaki asked teasingly.

"What if I am?" Matt asked, holding the cake even further back.

"Then look who gets no kisses?" Ryuuzaki sat down on the floor. "I'll just wait it out." He pulled his knees up to his chest and balanced on his feet.