Title: Thin Line

Rating: PG

Pairing: Light/Mikami

Warning: Overuse of "Kami-sama", boys' love, and yours truly trying to write in present tense – gahh.

A/N: What's a better way to revive your Death Note love than Light/Mikami? C: Enjoy!

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"Why did you come here, Teru?"

Mikami bows his head in shame as Kira questions him. He hadn't mean to show up at the headquarters. He had stood outside the building, in the rain, staring in through the glass doors. When someone, a man by the name of Matsuda, had noticed him standing there like a statue, everybody in the building came to see. Eyebrows rose as Matsuda said the man asked for Light and said man stepped outside to speak with the other. They stand a mere few feet away from each other now.

"I ... I apologize, Ka – ahem, Yagami-san."

Light raises his hand to give a dismissive gesture, "They can't hear you out here – you're lucky."

"... Kami-sama."

"Teru, you can't just come out here like this. Do you want them to stop us?"

"No."

"Then don't race up here like this."

"Yes, Kami-sama."

They stand there, under the shelter of the building's external cover for the entrance. Mikami stares down at his once-shiny shoes that glisten in the rain. Light glances curtly at the older man before saying,

"You didn't answer me, Teru. Why did you come here?"

"I had to see you again, Kami-sama. Being away from you for so long is worse than one's name in the Death Note."

"That's an interesting statement."

"It's true, Kami-sama."

Light smirks at this before replying in a curious and dark tone, "Stand directly in front of me."

The prosecutor's feet shuffle him to the left a little and he turns confused brown eyes on his savior. It takes a second for him to register the feel of the younger's lips upon his. He moans in surprise, but soon his moans go from shock to pleasure. His lips part when his God nips at the bottom and his mouth is ambushed.

Up until then, Mikami had been the one being kissed. Something inside him, something that had been hiding for a long time now, snaps and he starts to kiss back. The tone of their smooch changes to show that Light himself is taken back. Light ends the exchange after another short milliseconds. Mikami straightens up, visibly flustered.

"I didn't tell you to kiss back," Light huffs, regaining his composure.

Mikami bows his head for the second time that night, "I'm sorry, Kami-sama. Please, punish me as you see fit."

Light smirks darkly, "I'll just leave you with this, Teru: there's a thin line between loving me and worshiping me. You can only do one or the other. I don't want your love interfering with your obedience. Personally, I would prefer you do the latter. Understood?"

The 3rd Kira nods and sneaks a glance at his lord. The hand that kills demons and criminals reaches out to Mikami's face. A slender finger starts at the junction under his ear and traces down his strong jawline. Rosy tints of a blush touch down on Mikami's cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Light's finger lifts of the bottom of Mikami's chin and pushes up the older man's glasses.

"Leave, Teru."

The taller man nods his head in earnest and whispers, "Goodbye, Kami-sama," as Light turns on his heel and retreats into the building.

Mikami leaves, more ecstatic than when he first laid eyes on Kira. He can hear behind him, one of the men asking loudly, "Did he just kiss you?" and Light's untrue, "Of course not." The flagrant denial doesn't phase Mikami one bit, however.

He speeds home in his car and jumps back into schedule. He eats dinner, showers, and sits at his desk where he's laid out the Death Note. With new overzealous excitement, Mikami jots down spiteful names. In his new perspective, each name written down is like a quick peck to Kira's soft, cinnamon lips and the reason he feels this way is because he kissed Kira.

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A/N: Best comeback fic ever, much? Haha. Not!