Title: My Sweet Boy Toy

Author: BeautyLiesWithin

Summary: I don't know. Just something I found amusing. Oo …

Disclaimer: Nothing to do with DN is mine. cry I didn't make any money out of this, either.

Raito turned his head to stare at the lanky, sleep deprived figure that sat next to him. The figure seemed to glow computer radiation. Raito internally sweat dropped as L poked his Napoleon, examining it very carefully. He lifted each layer of the Napoleon, surveying the thickness, before intently peering at the nuts. Finally, he stabbed the morsel with his fork, swiftly inserting a piece into his mouth. He chewed for a brief moment, before spitting it out in a nearby wastepaper basket.

Raito's eyebrow twitched.

"Raito, you purchased this Napoleon from Haname." Ryuuzaki said, his face impassive. Raito bristled, clearly flustered.

"What's your point, Ryuuzaki?" Raito bristled, clearly irritated.

"I remember specifically asking you for Piroko's Napoleon." Ryuuzaki said, looking distastefully at the cake on his plate.

"I'm not an errand boy, Ryuuzaki. Piroko is five stations away. Haname is down the road. I chose the latter, for a very good reason. " Raito glared at the man at the end of the chain.

"Without a substantial sugared substance, my detective skills are decreased by nineteen percent." L rattled the chain for emphasis.

"Tell Watari to go. I have to finish this report." Raito replied, through clenched teeth, clicking his mouse angrily.

"Watari is in Germany."

"Matsuda."

"Matsuda is on vacation."

"MISA, THEN!"

"Photoshoot."

"MY FATHER."

"With Watari."

"THE DOG."

"I beg your pardon?"

"YOU GO, RYUUZAKI. Very, very simple! You want it, go fetch it!" Raito bellowed. Clearly, he was not in a good mood. He had lost a bet with Misa and had to spend his evening with her at a cafe. It was enough to make anybody frustrated.

"Okay, we'll go together." Replied the ever complacent Ryuuzaki. This surprised Raito.

"What?" he replied, through narrowed eyes.

"I don't think you've understood the significance of Piroko bakery." He answered, licking Napoleon cream off his fingers, glaring intently at Raito.

This made Raito swallow. He was unsure as to why his body suddenly felt hot and clammy. The blood began to rush to his face as the tip of Ryuuzaki's pink tongue began to quickly dart across his fingertips, before making circles around them with his tongue. Ryuuzaki smiled… seductively? Raito shuddered.

"You look strange, Raito-kun. Is something the matter?"

"I don't feel very well." Raito replied, shudders running uncontrollably down his spine.

"Clearly you haven't been sleeping adequately. Perhaps you should rest. We both deserve a break."

"Perhaps…" he whispered. "In fact, I think I shall… Yes."

"Here, the lock's on your end of the chain." Ryuuzaki pulled a key from a pocket, tossing it to Raito.

When the chain came off, Raito felt strangely exposed without the familiar weight on his wrist. It felt all too strange, standing in front of the bastard Ryuuzaki, feeling naked… Yet dangerously delicious at the same time. Raito stared as Ryuuzaki bent over and shuffled his feet into the worn sneakers. He found himself blushing as Ryuuzaki's shirt fell forward as he lent over, revealing a perfect complexion of milky white skin. He quickly turned around, embarrassed. He swallowed deeply, trying to slow down his breath as he realized his hands were twitching to run his hands up and down Ryuuzaki's thin torso beneath the white shirt. Raito became all too aware of the tightness of his pants.

"It's normal to be curious with my sexuality. It's the hormones… I'm a growing 17 year old… It's the hormones. It's normal, it's only a phase. Just hormones." Raito repeated this to himself like a mantra, his eyes clenched shut. He turned around to say good bye, but he found himself face to face with Ryuuzaki. Startled, the dark haired man fell forward, arms failing. His arm brushed across an overly sensitive region of Raito. A cry escaped from Raito's lips as his back instinctively arched. His arousal only heightened.

"R-Raito-kun?" Ryuuzaki whispered, his eyes wide in shock, his face merely inches away from Raito.

He was caught in the heat of the moment. He grabbed the back of Ryuuzaki's neck, pulling him forward. Soft, sweet lips crashed onto his own. Raito's tongue quickly forced its way into the hot sweetness of Ryuuzaki's unresponsive mouth.

Raito pulled away, staring into Ryuuzaki's eyes.

"Do you want this?" he asked steadily, giving into what his body kept telling him. "I want this. No, I need this. I need you."

Err will continue later. When I can be stuffed.