Haruka's Fanfiction

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This takes place in an alternate universe created by my wife and I in our verbal, multi-crossover RPG, so if anything is canon, it’s probably an accident. M/M relationship warning. It’s mainly for us, so if it’s too weird for you, no worries, just pass on by.

The Siren Cake (Death Note/Fruits Basket)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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L was hungry.

Normally, he wouldn’t consider getting out of the comfortable bed he shared with his new husband, Hatori Souma, but Watari’s wife, Sumire, had sent over an entire chocolate cake earlier, and L could swear it was calling him. Yes, there it was now –

“Llllll,” the cake sang temptingly in his mind, “I’m waiting for you. I have two thick layers of butter-cream iciiiiing ….”

Well, that just wasn’t fair. Who could possibly stand up to such temptation? Carefully, he eased his way out of Hatori’s embrace and made his way stealthily to the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and saw the cake. He could swear that a golden halo of light surrounded it. He removed it and placed it on the counter, and finding a knife within reach, slowly, reverently, sliced a generous portion of chocolately goodness.

L didn’t even wait to crouch on a chair as usual or put the rest of the cake away. Using his fork with the tips of his fingers, he cut off a portion that the utensil could barely hold for size and brought it to his lips. For a moment, he inhaled the heavenly scent. Then, unable to resist any longer, he ate it. The creamy, rich taste was savoured on his tongue for as long as possible before he finally swallowed it.

“Ryuuzaki.”

The detective’s hunched shoulders shrank even further in guilt. “Hatori,” he said, turning to look at his husband, “did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

Hatori tried to look stern, but it was next to impossible while facing this quirky, brilliant, man-child he loved. Especially when he had chocolate frosting on his lips. His expression softened and he stepped forward to take his smaller mate into his arms for a deep kiss, to which L gladly responded. Afterwards, Hatori smiled fondly at him and licked chocolate off his own lips. L looked sheepish. “It was calling me,” he explained.

Hatori picked up the rest of the cake and put it in the fridge. “You may speak to it further tomorrow – AFTER a healthy breakfast.”

L pouted a little. It was the only bone of contention in their otherwise perfect marriage that as a doctor, Hatori kept trying to supplement his sugar diet with pesky nutrients. He couldn’t fault his beloved for his good intentions, but they’d probably never see eye-to-eye on his eating habits.

“Besides,” Hatori leaned over to kiss him again, “am I not more tempting than chocolate cake?”

L slipped his arms around Hatori’s neck. “Of course, but this means you’ll have to keep me busy enough tonight that I won’t even think about it.”

The older man lifted his slender mate in his arms. “I think I can manage that.”

As Hatori carried him out of the room, L mimicked a yawn and swallowed the handful of M&M’s he’d palmed. After all, man could not live on sex alone.

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(2007)

DN belongs to Tsugumi Ohba/Takeshi Obata. FB belongs to Natsuki Takaya.

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