Once again apologize for my horrible writing~! I must say though Sweet's is such a cute character to write for as a character! Alright so let the fan fiction start~!

Chapter 2:Second Strike

After the kiss that had seemed to go on for ages, was parted by lack of air, Booth whispered in a husky yet seductive tone that not even Dr. Sweets had anticipated he would have, "Tell anyone and I'll tear you apart', and with those last hot breaths of air hitting the inside of Lance's ear just right and a harsh biting kiss on the crook of his neck leaving a bruising hickey Booth walked out.

Moments passed then minutes passed and soon enough lace had been at the door back facing the wooden frame in shock. The only thing that snapped him out of his trance was his phone vibrating against his skin and the thin fabric of his black slacks. He quickly flipped open his Samsung and gazed at the text.

Don't think ur off the hook just yet.

-S. Booth

The now shaken up Doctor closed his eyes, took in a deep sigh, then took the pillow off his couch and screamed into it like a little girl. He finally let out his suppressed blushes and cringing from the memories of Booth's big hands.

-The Surveillance Room-

All the Security guards were groaning in disaprovement taking out their collective pile of ten dollar bills and giving it to the winners of the pole, who despite their winnings thought Booth was going to go all the way with Sweets. The head security guard turned off the camera and shooed everyone back to work wondering when Booth would come back to Sweet's office so they could continue the new pole.

-Later at Crown Diner-

The former Sniper was poking at some lemon pie thinking of what next to do to that young doctor who never escaped his dreams. After forcing himself onto Lance he couldn't get the smell of the therapy candles and old spice out of his mind. 'He smelled….almost sweet…..' He thought to himself.

"-oth….Booth!"

The burley cop shot his head up from his pie and looked at Temperance with an air of distraction, "Huh? What?", he replied hoping she would snap him out of his gravitational pull that was Lance Sweets.

"I said you look tired….is the new case getting to you?"

"Huh…? No a dead body is like a paper cut to me now"

The Anthropologist stared at Booth with a concerned confused look, "I see no relation between the two…."

A smile curved onto Booth's face, shaking his head, "I meant I'm used to murder cases"

"Ah….", The woman nodded in response, feeling a bit stupid but still confused on the analogy. She moved her fork toward Booth's lemon pie and swiped some of the whipped cream off.

The bothered burnet looked up at her beautiful icy blue eyes that only looked as shallow as puddles. For quite some time Seeley had a crush on the owner of those shallow blue eyes…but it soon died after he knew that if he were to take their relationship any farther there would be a limit to any kind of connection, so he decided to shrug away his feelings-being the manly man that he was-and let Brennan's crush on him die down as well. After he realized how he felt-or didn't feel- about Bones he started having "those" dreams, featuring the boyish doctor that, for four months, he had been ogling.

"So Bones you got the murder weapon?", he asked taking some of the lemon pie in his mouth.

"Well, actually-", she began. After those two words she began to ramble about the possible weapons and uses. Booth only asked so he could take his mind off of Sweets, but that soon ended once he looked at the whipped cream on his plate then, his mind wondering off.

"ooth….Booth!", The Anthropologist yelled once again, this time with a worried face.

"Oh sorry Bones, just thinking of the case", Booth took out his wallet and laid a fifty on the table and quickly got up, "I-I gotta go, not feeling to well", a fake cough blurted out from his mouth.

Bones only nodded, and with that Booth was out running to his car. The confused doctor looked at the fifty then at the bill 'The bill….was only four dollars…..' she thought.

-The next day-

Breath hitching, sweat falling from his pale corrupted skin from the many hickies left on his neck and chest, his chest rising and lowering at his uncontrolled breath. Chocolate brown eyes were masked with a fog of desire and want -a look that was begging for more- All these things were signals that Booth needed for acceptance to enter. The struggling doctor ached his head back then clenched his jaw trying to take the pain, "Se-eely….", he moaned.

Booth's eyes flew open to see he was sweating and panting. His reaction was like a bad nightmare, but what was under his pants was proof of his satisfaction toward the dream, "Fuck…." he swore under his breath and got up to take a cold shower.

During his shower all he could think of was how Lance said his name, sure he'd been with plenty of women, Parker being proof of that, but none had ever said it with such a….a…lewd way. A deep blush spread across Booth's face, and he shook his head fiercely 'No, stop it Seeley! He's just a kid!' a sigh escaped his mouth then rested his head against the cold porcelain white tiles. Through the whole shower he thought of the many ways Lance could say his name.

-Later in Sweets's Office-

A gentle hand touched his shoulder was what he needed to snap out of a recurring trance. Since yesterdays big event he had been stuck in trances all day. Sweets looked up to see his girlfriend Daisy smiling gleefully with an air of complete and utter love for her doctor in distress, "Hello Sweetie I thought of dropping by to have Breakfast with you"

Her offer was perfect when it came to timing, but he then thought it through: 1) Booth was already a mass of anger and testosterone and if he were to see them together it'd spark the gates of hell to open 2) Daisy didn't deserve to be with him if all he was going to do was pout, and shy away 3) There was no way in HELL Sweets was going to be able to put up with Daisy's excessive talking and ramblings. So with that data compiled up he had just looked over then shook his head, "Sorry Daisy I can't take a breakfast break, I've got a lot of work to do", he said reaching over to some white flyers he found at the farmers' market s a few weeks ago and gathered them together pretending to be a stack of paperwork he had to finish.

Daisy nodded in response, "Alright Sweetie I'll just make us a romantic dinner for two", and with that she was out.

A shiver rushed down his back thinking of what was for dinner-she's quite awful at cooking and the thought of swallowing yet another burnt entree followed by poorly cooked meat and overcooked vegetables that even a baby would find too soft was not at all appealing to anyone, but especially the overly picky Lance Sweets- He brushed off the shiver and looked out the window of his office, the soft light hitting his face with such a delicate touch that he automatically made him forget his worries. His serene thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of a familiar black S.U.V. pulling up to the parking lot. Sweets eyes opened to see the self confident cop get out of his overly flashy car sporting his usual black sunglasses and a "I'm not a morning person" look on his face. A frown formed as he watched the cop drink his morning coffee that he got from Starbucks 'Alright Lance….we got to straighten things out today' he nodded as if he were talking to someone-Figures, the only sane man in the whole building and he talks to himself-

Booth took off his glasses then struck a glare at Sweets, striking Sweets like a sour note. Their eyes connected for a long moment, seconds turning into minutes. Sweets felt himself blush and he finally broke the gaze then looked away. He saw Booth leave with a satisfied smirk on his face 'That belt buckle seems fitting…..' he grimaced.

Through the whole day Sweets and Booth made random eye contact during work. Often Sweets would look away and get backed to work feeling embarrassed or irritated at the fact the cocky agent wouldn't let down his smirk. Cam and Temperance only thought it was Booth's regular cockiness that would soon die down as the day's wave of drowsiness wash over him. Although that might have worked on some other days it wouldn't today nor anytime soon, especially for Sweets and Booth.

-Lunch Break-

Waiting for an excuse to leave from the quite attractive anthropologist in front of him blabbering away about a skull she found in Peru. Booth's phone went off in the middle of the conversation, the sound of the annoying yet unforgettably annoying ring tone from Cingular. Taking this as an opportunity to be let free of Bones's grasp he took the call knowing it was a telemarketer.

Running outside to the parking lot, and searching for Lance's car anxiously-he saw Lance slip out to his car for lunch-he was about to lose it! Thinking of the young man in his dreams just drove him bonkers! Every curve, every moan, and every shudder he made in the horn agent made it enough for his pants to get tight.

There it was! The small blue Alexis in spot B-18 that always seemed quaint and charming at best-just like Sweets- Booth heard the sound of Disturbed playing through the cracked windows of the car. Sweets was mouthing the words to a song that Booth was not familiar towards, his eyes closed while his head bobbed to the music, ice cream and spoon in hand.

Seeley only smiled at the child-like doctor in the car, white vanilla ice cream stained the corners of his lips and chocolate syrup all over his hands and cheeks. Striding over to the car, Booth opened the car door then kissed him as a greeting. He was too quick before Sweets had a moment to protest after opening his eyes. This kiss was different: Warm….Inviting….soft-maybe due to the sweet coat of sugar on Sweets's mouth-these features were what stunned the shocked doctor into freezing up.

The psychologist dropped his ice cream then finally pushed Booth away, his hand feeling his rock hard abdomen that must have taken him quite some time to obtain. His breath short and cheeks flushed with the tint of pink he finally spat out, "What the He-", but before he could finish his protests Booths licked the corner of Sweets's mouth that had ice cream on it. In reply a shudder went through the young doctor's back. Lance clenched onto the burley cop's shoulders trying to cope with the pull of desire and professionalism.

Booth ran his hand up the quivering doctor's stomach holding rubbing his calloused fingertips at the soft nipples that Sweets possessed, he felt the vibration on a moan Sweets let in his mouth.

So yeah sorry to be a tease about the story but I thought this would be a good ending to the second chapter. The third and last chapter will be updated soon I'm sorry for this chapter's delay!