A/N: XD Alright, I know this isn't something you're used to. But give me a chance, I'll give it to you good and hard. I know, we're pushing the limits now…

Ah, fuck self-criticism, let's do it.

Fever For the Flava

One

There came a time in every boy's life that he had to come to terms with his own sexuality, whether it be satisfactory or not.

For Mogi, that time just never came.

He was happy with his life, he thought, every aspect about it. His work in the police force was going great, he was on the special Task Force to capture Kira, after all. That was something to be proud of, right? Well, sure. His life wasn't so bad. Even if he had been a laughing stock all through middle and high school for his frog-like appearance. Even if he never had one single date and he was in his mid-thirties.

Everything was just peachy.

Sure…

Hey, at least he had some friends now!

The Task Force. There was Raito, him and his subtle yet refined gayness. His father and the Chief, who was always so ambiguously strict and like a father-figure to them all. L, the depraved and surreptitious sugar-addict who had a hidden love for S&M (why else would he handcuff himself to Raito?). Matsuda, who was like a sweet, retarded little brother to everyone. Ukita, who was - oops, he was dead, that's right. And finally, there was… Aizawa…

Aizawa, the beautiful.

Aizawa, the manly.

Aizawa, with that bouncy afro that Mogi oftentimes dreamed of running his hands through. Those dreams were always rather fun.

But when Mogi awoke from them, he would push those thoughts away violently. That was no way to be thinking about a co-worker, especially a male co-worker. It just wasn't right and even if it was right, Mogi would never do that. Mogi wasn't gay. Certainly not. Most definitely not.

And even if he was… Aizawa was married with two kids.

So maybe Mogi's life wasn't all that peachy. Maybe he did have some problems. Some deep, psychological problems that made him a closet-gay and an emo. But that wasn't important - what was important was the case, catching Kira and nothing else!

And oh, he tried to concentrate on the case, he tried very hard. But it just wasn't easy, working in that large, beautiful building with large, beautiful Aizawa working by his side, the animal-like musk of him drifting over to Mogi and staying with him.

But apparently, Mogi was the only one who liked that scent.

"Ah, Jesus, Aizawa…" Raito gasped, holding his hand up to his nose. He and Aizawa were over at the desk where all the monitors were, shifting papers together. "You're sweating like a pig…"

Aizawa frowned at the brunet. "Well, excuse me for working hard!"

"I don't mean to insult you but…"

"Don't mean to insult me? Yeah, that's why you're holding your nose and gagging at me."

"It's not pleasant."

"Raito, leave Aizawa alone," L said, clicking with the mouse.

"Thank you."

Raito sighed and reached around himself, digging in his pockets. "I have some deodorant… somewhere…"

Aizawa gasped, offended.

Matsuda, who was in the center of the room, entertaining Aiber and Weedy with his L-impressions, looked towards Raito. "I have some, Raito!"

"What scent is it?"

"Uh, floral rain?"

"That's perfect!"

L looked up at Raito. "I do not want to smell floral rain all day, Raito. If you must, choose something else."

"I don't want deodorant!" Aizawa insisted, frowning deeply.

Matsuda searched his bag. "What about citrus burst? It's nice - like a bunch of oranges."

Aiber nodded. "Oranges are really good."

"Yes," Weedy agreed. "With cream."

"You're supposed to eat peaches with cream."

"Says who?"

"AGH!" Aizawa shouted, gaining their attention. "All I want to do is work! What's wrong with how I smell?"

"You stink," everyone echoed.

"Mogi isn't complaining," Aizawa said, jerking a thumb behind him where Mogi was basking in his scent.

Raito waved away his comment. "Mogi never says anything."

"Well, maybe you all should follow his example!"

There was silence then.

Matsuda held up his stick of deodorant hesitantly. "Does this mean we won't be needing this…?"

"NO!" Aizawa raged. He looked around, frustrated, and then left in a huff, going across the tiled floor to the door roughly pushing past the Chief who was coming in with a huge stack of papers in his arms.

L sighed and turned back to the monitor. "That was your fault, Raito."

"S'yeah. I did that."

"I'm sorry, Mogi, but since Aizawa's gone off, we'll have to do the rest of this by ourselves," Raito said, giving Mogi a half-smile.

Mogi blinked at him and then at the door where Aizawa had gone out. He muttered, "Bathroom," and left for the door as well.

Raito shouted in disbelief, "What? Agh. Is it me? Really? I swear, it must be me."

L nodded, picking up a cookie off of the platter in front of him. "It is."

Raito glared.

Mogi had been concerned recently at the extent of his feelings for Aizawa. Not that they were feelings of more than a brotherly-relationship (heavens, no!) but they seemed to be a little… obsessive.

That may sound extreme and maybe Mogi was being too hard on himself. After all, he only followed Aizawa everywhere he went, giving the man no privacy. But Aizawa didn't know that so was it really that big a deal? And it wasn't like Mogi was spying on him (gracious, never!) he was just curious, is all. Just curious, like a little brother would be towards his older brother.

And Aizawa was a year, seventeen days, five hours and two minutes older than him.

So it made sense.

So Mogi followed him then, as the man went down the hallways, muttering angry things about people thinking he smelled bad. Mogi was a surprisingly great tiptoer for someone of his massive size and weight. He just crept around in the shadows like nobody's business, getting out of sight whenever Aizawa turned a corner. This probably came from months and months of following Aizawa home and staking out his house…

Just in case someone tried to break in, you see…

And Mogi never got outrageously jealous or heart-broken when he peeped through the window and saw Aizawa making love to his wife. Nope. Never.

Mogi just accepted it as a puzzle-piece in the deep, dark void that was his life.

He'd actually written that on his LiveJournal.

And it seemed that at that moment, Aizawa was taking a trip to one of the various bathrooms located in the building - one of the larger ones with a full bath and shower inside. Just before Aizawa shut the door behind himself Mogi snuck in and immediately hid behind a potted palm so as not to be noticed.

Aizawa sighed languorously and began to undo his tie, and unbutton his shirt. Both fell to the floor.

Mogi watched from between the leaves of the plant, all eyes.

"Honestly," Aizawa grumbled. "This is too much… you think those guys would have a little tact or something… damned Task Force… It's called hard work, idiots!"

Mogi blinked and thought, I understand your pain.

The belt dropped.

The pants, too.

Mogi had to quietly slurp up his drool as Aizawa bent over the rim of the tub to turn on the shower faucet. Then, the water was running and Aizawa took down his blue and white striped boxers (Mogi's favorites) and jumped in. Mogi listened to the humming coming from the shower stall.

Ah, this was bliss.

… But he still wasn't gay!

Suddenly, a knock at the door. Mogi ducked, startled.

Aizawa groaned and stuck his head out of the curtain. "What?"

"Aizawa, is that you in there?" Raito's voice.

"No, it's the Easter Bunny. Yes, it's me!"

Mogi loved Aizawa's sense of humor.

"Alright, alright, no need to be hostel. It's just, have you seen Mogi anywhere?"

"Well he sure as hell isn't in here! Jesus!"

Mogi blinked.

Then, L's voice, "We require his muscles. We need the couch moved."

"Why can't you guys do it? He isn't your mule."

Mogi blushed happily. What a knight Aizawa was, sticking up for the helpless and used!

"Well, can you do it then?" Raito asked, obviously ignoring the question about him doing it. As if.

"Ah, for… fine, fine. Let me get out."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah."

Aizawa opened the curtain swiftly and Mogi's blush deepened. He wiped himself off with a towel, getting the remainder of shampoo out of his afro. He pulled his clothes back on and Mogi admired his well-sculpted behind.

He opened the door and looked at the two chained-together young men skeptically. "All right," he said, walking out, "where's this couch?"

"In the main room," Raito was saying, following.

L, however, stood still.

Raito was jerked back and looked over at his unmoving partner. "Uh… L? Time to go-go."

L ignored him and walked into the bathroom that was still steamy from Aizawa's shower. He walked over to the potted palm and squinted. "Mogi," he said thoughtfully, "what are you doing there?"

Mogi gasped soundlessly. He'd been caught! Oh, not good, not good…

Raito came in, following the chain. "L, we - Oh, Mogi! There you are - What in hell's name are you doing?"

"Uh… I…" Mogi had always been a man of little words.

Oh, not good.

To be continued.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be better - you know how first chaps are. What do you think? Bring on your thoughts!