Title: Shortcakes

Pairing: LxRaito

Rating: T+ (may rise later on)

Disclaimer: Nope…sure wish I did though!

Warnings: Slight OOC, spoilers for L's real name, crack, attempted humour, shonen ai, yaoi, cakes and much, much more.

Summary: Fluffy oneshot series. 1st oneshot: Cream. There was a perfectly good reason why L was staring at Raito… LxRaito.

Length: 687 words

A/N: Wooo! Insanity and crack galore!

Alright, updates will be erratic, since I'm juggling between Dysfunctional Camaraderie, Immaculate, Reveille and Urahara's Delivery Service. Yeah, quite a lot of work, ne? But with my awesome Beta poking me, I'll try to update as quick as possible.

This is my little deposit of fluffy LxRaito oneshots during the Yotsuba arc. They could be in chronological order, but don't try to keep them in a linear timeline. I always like fluffy LxRaito ficcies, so this is my outlet to write 'em out.

Plot bunnies will be welcomed, so gimme ideas for cute, fluffy oneshots!

Enjoy!

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"No! You just taught him to associate sex with pie!"

-- Charlie, Two and a Half Men

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1st SHORTCAKE: CREAM

L stared.

Now then, there was a perfectly good reason as to why L was staring at his suspect with such intensity, obsidian eyes wide and impregnable as the teen shifted uncomfortably occasionally, sepia eyes sliding to meet his unyielding gaze briefly to snap back to the documents in tanned hands. L ignored his laptop, ignored the pointed looks the Task Force exchanged (and pitying ones to a red faced Soichiro) and ignored the slice of strawberry gateau beside said laptop. He just stared at Raito.

Raito stared at his documents.

Matsuda was blissfully oblivious to the tension and effectively broke it when he accidentally knocked over his cup of tea onto his lap. The resulting confusion of the young police officer leaping out of his seat, squawking 'hot hot hot hot hoooot' and performing some strange rain dance distracted the Task Force members to the point where no one noticed L's change in seating.

Aside from Raito.

As the Task Force fussed over the scalded officer, trying to tell Matsuda to take off his pants without sounding suggestive in the least (and failing miserably), Raito turned his head slowly, jerking back briefly as wide eyes stared a mere centimetre from his face. To the teen's horror, warmth crept up his neck along his cheeks, sure that his face was beginning to resemble that of tomato. He beat down the blush viciously and cleared his throat. "Erhm…L?"

"Yes, Raito-kun?" Came the bland reply.

"What…what are you doing?" Raito asked tightly, sepia eyes breaking off the staring contest when he felt the detective's hand on his thigh! What was he doing!? His hand was on his thigh!! Right near his crotch!!

"I think it is obvious to Raito-kun what I am doing." The hand slid up slightly.

Raito's brain was going to overload. "Not…really…" He forced out, staring at the pale hand resting comfortably on the juncture between his leg and hip, fingertips brushing against the coarse fabric covering his groin. L was simply using his leg for leverage, he thought frantically as he ignored their extremely close proximity. The detective was so socially retarded he didn't know what his actions were doing! Damn L! Damn him to Hell!

Then he felt it. A warm, wet muscle lapping at the corner of his mouth slowly, languidly, and utterly sensual as Raito momentarily forgot how to breathe, sepia eyes snapping back to half lidded obsidian ones. The tongue lingered, the very tip pressed against the teen's warm skin before returning back into the insomniac's mouth, L looking completely satisfied.

Raito didn't move a muscle as L moved back to his peculiar crouch on the other side of the couch, attacking his strawberry gateau with vigour and unashamed at what he had just done. Was…was L coming onto me? Raito thought distantly. Though, usually, people would just give a sultry remark or a quick kiss if they were flirting, not, not licking them.

But this was L…maybe he was coming onto him! Maybe, being handcuffed to him after all these weeks had finally gotten to the insomniac! Or maybe…Misa was right and L was a dirty pervert! After all, who'd want to be handcuffed to their suspect for 24/7 if not to perv on them while they sleep and…and shower!

But then L turned back to him, face carefully blank but a certain edge of mischief in those wide, obsidian orbs. "Raito-kun had some cream on his cheek."

Raito deadpanned, eyebrow twitching violently. Cream…? He did remember eating a small bit of apple pie with cream half an hour ago but he was sure he had wiped his mouth clean! He didn't know what irritated him more, sitting down with cream on his cheek, or L licking said cream off his cheek! "Ryuuzaki…" He growled lowly, the urge to strangle the detective with the chain between them rising quickly. "Why didn't you just point it out instead of licking me!?"

L just blinked. "Why waste good cream?"

The Task Force decided not to intervene when Raito slammed the rest of the strawberry gateau onto L's face after they returned from replacing Matsuda's pants.

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A/N: I think I'll just develop their relationship to something more using little anecdotes like this one…eheheh…I can totally imagine Raito smacking a cake in L's face.

Though I think I'll make the next oneshot longer…

Ideas welcome!