“ Sherly-kun, this is unnecessary. You will start a fight you cannot finish. I’m not even certain myself what happened. ” The orphan stared down his future husband boyfriend, wishing not for him to get involved. Though he was well aware that telling him would solve this problem, it wasn’t something he could so simply up-right and say.

Oh, by the way. It’s a vampire bite. I’m a vampire now. You wouldn’t mind if I took a few gulps of your blood, would you? It sounded ridiculous! No, if he dared tell Sherlock, he may shove an artery into his mouth before he could think. Such things needed to be done with the uttermost caution; he’d seen how vampires were on TV, fiction always had some sort of truths to it. What if he couldn’t hold back and ended up sucking Sherlock dry? And not in the sexual way his fuckboy mun mind probably would think. Dead. He would kill Sherlock if he merely tasted his blood, he knew he would. Maybe a hospital. What could he do as a creature of the night? L hadn’t had time to experiment…

“ It’s simply much easier to forget about it and move on with our lives, don’t you think? ” But the wounds hadn’t been cleaned. L was worried about something, it seemed.

“Fine. But I’m cleaning it up.” The man grabbed a tissue, pulling a chair over to his boyfriend’s. He leaned in close to the man as he gently examined the wound more. It looked more like an animal bite more than anything, with the way it was pulled. But…it had to be human. This was starting to confuse the detective. What could have caused this bite?! “Does it hurt?”He whispered as he stayed close to his neck.

“ I figured you would once you saw them. A nasty injury, but at least I won’t have to stare at them every time I bathe. ” A reference to the scars reminding him of his parents’ death. The detective was always careful with how he spoke about the incident, not wishing to upset himself. L subtly moved away when Sherlock approached, breathing softly, seeming nervous about having someone close to his neck. Strange.

“ It… hurts sometimes. ” How long had he had the injury? It only seemed to be about a day old… yet he still hadn’t cleaned it up. Too shaken by the incident itself, perhaps?

“ I’m… I’m very hungry. But sweets… will not do, I’m afraid. ”

“Then I should get you a meal. Anything you want and I’ll order it.” He gently started to work on it. For now he was going to clean it up and bandage it. But he would get the reason out eventually...

“ Sherly-kun, this is unnecessary. You will start a fight you cannot finish. I’m not even certain myself what happened. ” The orphan stared down his future husband boyfriend, wishing not for him to get involved. Though he was well aware that telling him would solve this problem, it wasn’t something he could so simply up-right and say.

Oh, by the way. It’s a vampire bite. I’m a vampire now. You wouldn’t mind if I took a few gulps of your blood, would you? It sounded ridiculous! No, if he dared tell Sherlock, he may shove an artery into his mouth before he could think. Such things needed to be done with the uttermost caution; he’d seen how vampires were on TV, fiction always had some sort of truths to it. What if he couldn’t hold back and ended up sucking Sherlock dry? And not in the sexual way his fuckboy mun mind probably would think. Dead. He would kill Sherlock if he merely tasted his blood, he knew he would. Maybe a hospital. What could he do as a creature of the night? L hadn’t had time to experiment…

“ It’s simply much easier to forget about it and move on with our lives, don’t you think? ” But the wounds hadn’t been cleaned. L was worried about something, it seemed.

“Fine. But I’m cleaning it up.” The man grabbed a tissue, pulling a chair over to his boyfriend’s. He leaned in close to the man as he gently examined the wound more. It looked more like an animal bite more than anything, with the way it was pulled. But...it had to be human. This was starting to confuse the detective. What could have caused this bite?! “Does it hurt?”He whispered as he stayed close to his neck.

“I’ve heard otherwise, l o v e . Apparently you’ve been losing interest in cake…and that’s as likely as Mycroft going to a whore house. What . Is. Wrong ?”

L loved and hated how Sherlock could see through most of his lies. He loved it because, well, the observations and the deductions, the intelligence and carefulness it took to pick up on his subtle lies. He hated it because he could get away with nothing. He couldn’t help the subtle smirk crossing his lips for a minute, leaning back in his chair to look toward his boyfriend.

“ I love that about you, you know. Your ability to pick up on the littlest things. Though, cake must be a tell-tale sign… I’ve just had a bad stomach ache, is all. Too many sweets, perhaps. Surprising, really. Me, with a stomach ache from too many sweets. ” The mere thought caused the detective to chuckle.

“You ought to know better, then.   You can’t lie to me   without picking up something tiny. Anything can give you away…but I know something is up right now. You rarely have stomach aches…and when you do you usually are intelligent enough to take medicine for your ailment.”

Walking to his boyfriend’s side, he lifted his boyfriend’s chin up, looking into his eyes. There was no one as important to him as L was to him now. Nothing would fix that. Sure, as a teen there was moments where he felt somewhat of what a mundane person would call a crush… But L wasn’t a crush. Anytime he seen h i s detective, his heart would skip a beat. He never really understood why the human body reacted that way. He should add that to his list of experiments later.

But he knew when he was lying…and he knew when something was up.

“So tell me , l o v e . Why are you so pale? Cold. Not to mention you’re sitting like you’re hiding something.

“ Oh my god. You worry too much, Sherly-kun. I have probably caught something… As I said before, I’ve been feeling under the weather. ” L sighed, frustrated with the questions. No doubt that Sherlock would figure it out. Faintly, there were bite marks on his neck. Not very noticeable, but there, purposely covered by his unruly hair. In most cases, one may think him unfaithful. 

These bites were not his choice.

Said bites were more like puncture wounds, except slightly torn at the edges.

Though he tried to get away, the mysterious figure had a tight grip on the detective. Holding him from behind, holding him still, he felt the figure’s hot breath against him for only seconds; two sharp objects pressed into his skin, piercing it. The soft flesh spread by the fangs already deep in his neck, drawing out only a little in order to let some of the crimson fluid out of the wounds. It hurt.

And though he tried to scream… his voice remained trapped in his throat. In fear. Was he going to die? he remembered thinking, tight grip on his body adjusting in order to gain a better hold. The blood being drawn out of him like he were some sweet drink… World going hazy with each sip. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die. Not by these means. Eventually, a scream did leave L, but it was soft and choked by his fear. He hated being afraid. He hated being trapped. He hated thinking that he was going to die.

He remembered waking up the next day, tired and aching, laying underneath the shade of a dumpster. Neck aching. When he sat up, and tried to stand and leave back for home, he found that the sun burned like hell… It was then that the realization hit him.

Finally, the scream he’d tried to get out all night was freed.

“ Though, I suppose someone has to worry for me. ”

“Of course I will worry about you.  You are my everything..and I don’t use those words lightly. Just seeing you hurt….it breaks my heart…and thinking process.”

As he gently ran a hand through his hair, the consulting detective rested a forehead on his . “Something is wrong…so why won’t you tell m..–…” He frowned as he noticed the marks– no, wounds on his neck.

“…How did you get this wound?” Sherlock asked softly.

Lawliet watched Sherlock for minutes after he’d spoken the words, still not able to comprehend that he alone could shatter Sherlock Holmes’ thinking process. He worried about L. It baffled him, really, that this man could solve amazing cases without becoming attached; a sociopath. Yet when it came to L, everything simply malfunctioned. He did feel a light blush rise to his cheeks, but said nothing as his boyfriend stroked his hair. L was forced to look into his eyes…

He’s noticed them, hasn’t he? Of course he has. Didn’t take long. The orphan continued to stare as he usually did, unsure of what to say. How could he explain such a thing? Being attacked in the middle of the night, making the mistake of taking a walk at night… It wasn’t like he hadn’t been careful! He had! Which made it all the more frustrating.

“ Sherly-kun… ” Hesitation.

“Tell me who hurt you....” He said instantly, glaring. Who dared to hurt his L...? He was getting angry now at the thought. “I’m going to go fix this right now and teach that a s s h o l e  that hurting you like this is unacceptable.”

The detective , of course, was terrifying like this. It would be easier just to tell him...right?

“I’ve heard otherwise, l o v e . Apparently you’ve been losing interest in cake…and that’s as likely as Mycroft going to a whore house. What . Is. Wrong ?”

L loved and hated how Sherlock could see through most of his lies. He loved it because, well, the observations and the deductions, the intelligence and carefulness it took to pick up on his subtle lies. He hated it because he could get away with nothing. He couldn’t help the subtle smirk crossing his lips for a minute, leaning back in his chair to look toward his boyfriend.

“ I love that about you, you know. Your ability to pick up on the littlest things. Though, cake must be a tell-tale sign… I’ve just had a bad stomach ache, is all. Too many sweets, perhaps. Surprising, really. Me, with a stomach ache from too many sweets. ” The mere thought caused the detective to chuckle.

“You ought to know better, then.   You can’t lie to me   without picking up something tiny. Anything can give you away…but I know something is up right now. You rarely have stomach aches…and when you do you usually are intelligent enough to take medicine for your ailment.”

Walking to his boyfriend’s side, he lifted his boyfriend’s chin up, looking into his eyes. There was no one as important to him as L was to him now. Nothing would fix that. Sure, as a teen there was moments where he felt somewhat of what a mundane person would call a crush… But L wasn’t a crush. Anytime he seen h i s detective, his heart would skip a beat. He never really understood why the human body reacted that way. He should add that to his list of experiments later.

But he knew when he was lying…and he knew when something was up.

“So tell me , l o v e . Why are you so pale? Cold. Not to mention you’re sitting like you’re hiding something.

“ Oh my god. You worry too much, Sherly-kun. I have probably caught something… As I said before, I’ve been feeling under the weather. ” L sighed, frustrated with the questions. No doubt that Sherlock would figure it out. Faintly, there were bite marks on his neck. Not very noticeable, but there, purposely covered by his unruly hair. In most cases, one may think him unfaithful. 

These bites were not his choice.

Said bites were more like puncture wounds, except slightly torn at the edges.

Though he tried to get away, the mysterious figure had a tight grip on the detective. Holding him from behind, holding him still, he felt the figure’s hot breath against him for only seconds; two sharp objects pressed into his skin, piercing it. The soft flesh spread by the fangs already deep in his neck, drawing out only a little in order to let some of the crimson fluid out of the wounds. It hurt.

And though he tried to scream… his voice remained trapped in his throat. In fear. Was he going to die? he remembered thinking, tight grip on his body adjusting in order to gain a better hold. The blood being drawn out of him like he were some sweet drink… World going hazy with each sip. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die. Not by these means. Eventually, a scream did leave L, but it was soft and choked by his fear. He hated being afraid. He hated being trapped. He hated thinking that he was going to die.

He remembered waking up the next day, tired and aching, laying underneath the shade of a dumpster. Neck aching. When he sat up, and tried to stand and leave back for home, he found that the sun burned like hell… It was then that the realization hit him.

Finally, the scream he’d tried to get out all night was freed.

“ Though, I suppose someone has to worry for me. ”

“Of course I will worry about you.  You are my everything..and I don’t use those words lightly. Just seeing you hurt....it breaks my heart...and thinking process.”

As he gently ran a hand through his hair, the consulting detective rested a forehead on his . “Something is wrong...so why won’t you tell m..--...” He frowned as he noticed the marks-- no, wounds on his neck.

“...How did you get this wound?” Sherlock asked softly.

“I’ve heard otherwise, l o v e . Apparently you’ve been losing interest in cake…and that’s as likely as Mycroft going to a whore house. What . Is. Wrong ?”

L loved and hated how Sherlock could see through most of his lies. He loved it because, well, the observations and the deductions, the intelligence and carefulness it took to pick up on his subtle lies. He hated it because he could get away with nothing. He couldn’t help the subtle smirk crossing his lips for a minute, leaning back in his chair to look toward his boyfriend.

“ I love that about you, you know. Your ability to pick up on the littlest things. Though, cake must be a tell-tale sign… I’ve just had a bad stomach ache, is all. Too many sweets, perhaps. Surprising, really. Me, with a stomach ache from too many sweets. ” The mere thought caused the detective to chuckle.

“You ought to know better, then.   You can’t lie to me   without picking up something tiny. Anything can give you away...but I know something is up right now. You rarely have stomach aches...and when you do you usually are intelligent enough to take medicine for your ailment.”

Walking to his boyfriend’s side, he lifted his boyfriend’s chin up, looking into his eyes. There was no one as important to him as L was to him now. Nothing would fix that. Sure, as a teen there was moments where he felt somewhat of what a mundane person would call a crush... But L wasn’t a crush. Anytime he seen h i s detective, his heart would skip a beat. He never really understood why the human body reacted that way. He should add that to his list of experiments later.

But he knew when he was lying...and he knew when something was up.

“So tell me , l o v e . Why are you so pale? Cold. Not to mention you’re sitting like you’re hiding something.

“I’ve heard otherwise, l o v e . Apparently you’ve been losing interest in cake...and that’s as likely as Mycroft going to a whore house. What . Is. Wrong ?”

Open RP

“Well, well, who is it that’s wandered into my web? Don’t think I can’t hear you breathing back there.“ 

“Ah, and to think I was being sneaky.” The detective rose an eyebrow, but not too long after he gave a smirk. He’d been needing some fun lately.

“Dear, dear Sherlock, you are a great many things, but last among those are you sneaky. Ostentation, that’s more your style, isn’t it?”

“ Mycroft always did say I did. I wouldn’t consider it wrong...but I like calling it coming in with a B A N G. Less boring that way. ”

@ask-the-sweets-detective

{L}

“Ding, ding, ding! I thought the ‘Holmes’ part would give it away?~”

“What are you doing here?” He was getting straight to the point, not wanting to deal with the Goddess and her shit.

“Simply wanted to see you in person… I’m surprised you threatened me /despite/ not knowing who I was. That may get you killed someday.”

“It doesn’t matter. You broke into my flat. I have the right to threaten you.”

“Ruh-ood, Holmsie! But I don’t mind. Makes things more fun when I don’t have goody-goodies running around. Unless, of course, they’re a pawn in my perfect keikaku plan!”

“Don’t call me that.” He flicked her forehead. “Shut it.”

“You are too! You’re… You’re…” The blonde had to think for a moment. “Probably poisoning him or something so he can’t think clearly!”

“That wouldn’t be possible. “

The smol child was beating his fists on Sherlock’s thigh. “Give him the antidote right now!!” He was /certain/ that this was the reason L liked Sherlock.

But the man simply chuckled. “The only poison he’s taking is all the sweets he eats.” He kneels down so he was the same level, ruffling his hair.

And /now/, Mello was trying to hit him in the face.

Sherlock grabbed his little wrists. “I swear I’m not trying to take him from you.”

“I don’t trust you!” Mello tried to pull his hands away to keep hitting him; without much luck punching Sherlock, he switched to kicking the consulting detective.

“How can I get you to trust me?”

@ask-the-sweets-detective

{L}

“You are too! You’re… You’re…” The blonde had to think for a moment. “Probably poisoning him or something so he can’t think clearly!”

“That wouldn’t be possible. “

The smol child was beating his fists on Sherlock’s thigh. “Give him the antidote right now!!” He was /certain/ that this was the reason L liked Sherlock.

But the man simply chuckled. “The only poison he’s taking is all the sweets he eats.” He kneels down so he was the same level, ruffling his hair.

And /now/, Mello was trying to hit him in the face.

Sherlock grabbed his little wrists. “I swear I’m not trying to take him from you.”

“You are too! You’re… You’re…” The blonde had to think for a moment. “Probably poisoning him or something so he can’t think clearly!”

“That wouldn’t be possible. “

The smol child was beating his fists on Sherlock’s thigh. “Give him the antidote right now!!” He was /certain/ that this was the reason L liked Sherlock.

But the man simply chuckled. “The only poison he’s taking is all the sweets he eats.” He kneels down so he was the same level, ruffling his hair.

“You are too! You’re… You’re…” The blonde had to think for a moment. “Probably poisoning him or something so he can’t think clearly!”

“That wouldn’t be possible. “