~This is my first Bones Fanfiction. I've ALWAYS liked Sweets and Booth is a close second for me, so what I did was put it together. WARNING: Male/Male slash. Don't like it? Why did you open it to read? Don't hate me cause I'm weird, I know I am. Laciekat16 :) (Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE SHOW.)

FBI Psychologist Dr. Lance Sweets was shaken by the dream he had just had. It wasn't like his other dreams. This one was raw and filled with passion, a sex dream. The young doctor wasn't troubled by the fact that he'd had a wet dream, no, they were normal for men as young as he was. What troubled Sweets was who the dream was about. A certain burly, brown haired, FBI special agent. The idea of being touched, caressed and loved by this agent that he worked with often, was what had him troubled.

"I can't believe it." Sweets said to no one in particular. No one at all really, since he was alone in his apartment. He glanced over at the alarm clock on the nightstand to his left. Three AM. Huffing the shrink rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

The Next Morning

The past couple of hours had been absolutely horrendous. Plagued by his passion filled dream about Agent Seeley Booth, Dr. Sweets was not looking forward to his appointment with said agent and his partner Dr. Temperance Brennan. Some of it was the fact that the two couldn't stop disagreeing. That and Sweets couldn't even look at Booth with out getting flushed and bothered. Sweets had roughly thirty minutes before his worst nightmare came knocking on his door. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the man he had recently thought of as more than a friend. At ten o'clock on the dot, there were three short raps on the outside of the young doctor's door.

"Come in." He said not really looking up from his work. Small hands covered his eyes from behind him.

"Guess who Lancelot." his girlfriend Daisy whispered in an attempt to be seductive. Well as seductive as her high pitched voice could be. Sweets, shuffled his work, placing it in a chaotic order and turned around to face the petite brunette. She smiled widely at him and pulled him up from his chair. Flinging her arms around his neck she pulled him into a tight hug.

"Daisy, could you loosen your grip, you're crushing me." Lance gasped. The young anthropologist blushed but released her grip on Sweets. Daisy took a step back and looked up lovingly at her boyfriend. She placed a hand on his cheek and lent in.

"Look, Daisy," Sweets said as he dodged the kiss. "I have patients coming in very soon."

"Okay. I'll make us a nice romantic dinner tonight, okay Lancelot?" Daisy smiled and gave him a sweet kiss. Daisy then pressed the kiss to more. A cough behind them split them apart.

"Miss Wick, what are you doing here? I seem to remember some bones that needed to be cleaned and cataloged back at the lab." Dr. Brennan said with an uninterested look on her face.

"Of course, Dr. Brennan." and with that Daisy was out the door. Dr. Brennan stood in the doorway to the left, Agent Booth behind her with a smirk. Internally Sweets gulped as he sat down in the chair across from the couch. Brennan and Booth both sat side by side on the couch across from him..

"S-so, how have you been these past c-couple of weeks." Sweets stammered. Dr. Brennan took no notice to the young shrink's unusually panicked demeanor, while Agent Booth cocked an eyebrow at him. Sweets shook it off and took a deep breath. He looked up at the two in front of him.

"Uneventful. I was hoping for a more exciting case, the human race is becoming less and less creative, when it comes to killing people." Dr. Brennan said in an eerily calm manner about the entire statement. Booth rolled his eyes at his partner.

"She's been upset about how a new victim was discovered and a possible cause of death." Booth reiterated. Sweets nodded, not trusting his voice in front of the brown eyed agent. He turned his eyes to anthropologist, who had spoken up at this point.

"I am not upset, Booth. That is completely irrational. I am merely disheartened by the lack of creativity that people use to dispose of human remains." the blue eyed, brunette huffed. Booth again rolled his eyes. Sweets jumped in, his fear of embarrassment pushed to the back of his mind.

"Well this is progress," Sweets pushed. "I'll admit the reason is a bit off, but Dr. Brennan is feeling raw emotion. Pure and simple."

"Yes, but" the agent was cut off by a shrill ring of a cell phone. Dr. Brennan fished her phone out of her coat pocket. Sweets sighed at the anthropologist.

"Brennan. Okay, I'll be right there. Good-bye." Booth looked up at his partner hopefully.

"Daisy found somethings on the bones. She needs to show me." Brennan explained. Booth nodded.

"I'm gonna stay here, finish out the session." Booth exclaimed. Sweets groaned on the inside. He was going to be alone with Booth in his closed off office.

Great. Sweets thought to himself. Temperance gathered her things and left the office. Once alone, Booth stretched out on the couch to make himself more comfortable. Sweets fidgeted in his seat, not at all at ease with the situation at hand.

"So," Booth said drawing out the o, "What's up with our young shrinky-dink?" Booth laughed at his own joke. Sweets turned beet red, with embarrassment and looked down at his shoes. To entirely controlled by his fear, Sweets excused himself and ran out of the room as quickly as his legs would carry him. He slipped into the private bathroom and locked the door behind him. He stumbled his way over to the sink and splashed cold water over his face and neck.

Get a grip, Lance. You are an average, man with a girlfriend. You don't like Agent Seeley Booth in way more than a professional, friendship. S-s-seeley. Oh god, I've fallen for him. I love Seeley Booth. Lance thought to himself. Groaning, the young psychologist slid to the floor, mulling over the epiphany he had just reached.

Agent Seeley Booth knew that there was something wrong with the young shrink, from the moment he walked into the psychologist's office. Sweets had never acted so strange. He seemed stressed about something. What it was Booth didn't know, but he wanted to find out. Luckily it was the end of the day. Booth got up from the couch, in the small office and headed down the hallway, he had seen Sweets run through. Scouting the hallway three times, Booth was about to give up when he heard a muffled moan. The private bathroom halfway between the staff lounge and the conference room. As he stepped up to the door, the agent heard shuffling feet and the running faucet.

"Sweets? Are you in there?" Booth asked.

"Yes." came a weak reply. Booth grabbed the doorknob only to find it locked.

"Sweets, I need you to unlock the door. I'm gonna take you home. Okay?" the agent tried his best to console the young doctor, not realizing that his voice only made it worse. Booth, however, was rewarded with a click, from the lock tumblers disconnecting. The bathroom door slowly swung open, revealing a shaken and considerably paler psychologist, swaying in place. Booth grabbed the young man by the elbows and towed him outside to the parking lot. As they got outside, Booth noticed Sweets, grow fainter and fainter, with each passing moment. As the two reached Booth's car, Sweets' knees gave and he buckled under his own weight, fainting to the floor, completely unconscious.

"Sweets," Booth yelled as he ran the doctor's side. Gingerly tapping the side of the shrink's face, Booth called out his name,

"Sweets? Come on Sweets. Lance? Wake up." Sweets groaned but regained what little consciousness he had left in him.

"Booth? Wh-what happened? How did I get to the get to the parking lot?" the young doctor asked.

"Not now Sweets, lets get you home first." Booth answered, the young doctor nodded in agreement. The rest of the way there, Sweets stayed silent, not trusting his own voice. Occasionally Booth would look over at the him, wondering what had him worried sick, literally. A few minutes of awkward silence later, the two reached Sweets apartment. Booth stopped the car and jogged over to the other side. Just as Sweets stepped out, his knees buckled again, causing him to fall, thankfully, this time he stayed conscious. Booth slipped his arms under the young doctor and hoisted him up to his feet. Pulling an arm over his shoulder, Booth acted as a support for his young colleague. When they reached the door to Sweets' apartment, the shrink dug through his pockets for his keys. It took him a few minutes but when he finally found them, he fumbled to get them into the lock. Frustrated and slightly annoyed, Booth took the keys and unlocked the front door, dragging Sweets in with him.

Booth looked over Sweets' apartment. It was quaint. Simple. So totally Sweets. Taking the woozy psychologist, Booth pulled him into the small kitchen and sat him down in a chair by the tiny table, covered in paperwork. The burly agent then proceeded to dig through the cupboards looking for a glass to fill with water. After about three minutes, one was successfully found and filled with cool water. Setting the glass down by Sweets, Booth then continued to the bathroom, where he found a bottle of aspirin in half the time it took to find the glass. After convincing Sweets to take the medicine, Booth helped him into his bedroom.

"You gonna be okay from here on?" Booth asked slightly uncomfortable. Sweets nodded and pulled a pair of Family Guy pajama pants and an old gray tee-shirt out the drawers. Placing them on the bed, Sweets turned to the agent, filling up his bedroom doorway.

"Thanks, Booth. I'll be fine now. I'll just stay home for the next few days to get better." Sweets croaked. Booth nodded and turned to leave, when he turned back.

"Just give me a call if you need anything." he said with a small smile and then turned and left. Sweets acknowledged him with another nod after his voice failed to let him say even the simplest thank you. When he was completely alone, Sweets changed out of his suit, into the pajama he had laid out and crawled into bed. Shutting the lights off, he sighed. He needed to get in control of himself when ever Booth was around. Another thing was that he was in love with the man, which meant he had to find a way to break it off with Daisy. She was very sensitive and usually ended up crying when he tried to give her news even remotely bad. This gave the young shrink something else to think of. A chance to get Booth off of his mind. Finally it became to much and Sweets slipped off to sleep. Again he dreamed of Special Agent Seeley Booth.

"S-se-eley." Sweets whimpered. Booth, who hovered above the young doctor, continued to kiss and lick the sweat from Sweets' neck. Sweets moaned at the sensation. weaving his fingers into the big Agent's hair, Sweets pulled Booth's head up. He touched his lips to Booth's and instantly the Agent responded, deepening the kiss. Still in connected at the mouths, Sweets felt his way to the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube. Holding it out to the man in front of him, Sweets relaxed as Booth placed a hand on his hip, letting his fingers graze his pelvic bone. Booth covered his fingers in a generous amount of lube and slipped the first finger into Sweets' waiting ass.

"Lance, god you're so tight." Booth moaned as he continued his ministrations. Sweets panted, bucking his hips into the Agent's hand, causing an enormous amount of much needed friction. Just as Booth found his sweet spot, Lance threw his head back and let out a groan of pleasure.

"God, Seeley. A-a-ah," Sweets wailed as Booth added another finger. The sensation of being stretched, almost pulled Sweets over the edge, but he held on.

"Seeley, stop teasing me." He begged the other man. With a large amount of lube, Booth lined himself up with Sweet's asshole. Both men moaned when Seeley entered Lance, stretching him considerable. Setting the pace, Seeley, made slow and gentle love to the young doctor, just to show him how much he cared about him. As Lance was about to reach his peak, the unthinkable happened. Lance bolted up in bed, sexually frustrated and with a erection. Without thinking, Lance grabbed his throbbing member and began stroking it. Thinking about the dream he had just had it wasn't long before Lance reached his orgasm. Finally satisfied with the result, Sweets cleaned himself up and went back to bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

After calling in sick that morning, Lance flopped down on his couch, bored out of his mind and out of ideas of things to do. He turned on the television and was mindlessly flipping through channels, when his phone went off. Sweets dove for it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Lance Sweets." Simple yet professional.

"Oh Lancelot, I've been so worried. You never came to dinner last night and you didn't answer my text or calls. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me or ignoring me, not that there's much of a difference. It's just I was so worried when you didn't call me, that I started thinking the worst and..."

"Daisy calm down. I'm okay. I wasn't feeling well at the office and Agent Booth, took me home, so I could get some rest." Sweets explained quickly. He relaxed back onto his couch and went back to flipping to channels, all the while, half listening to Daisy go on and on about how worried she was.

"Do you want me to bring to something to eat, that way you can just rest all day?" Daisy asked. Lance grimaced. Daisy was not a good cook at all. All the food she made was either under or over cooked. He was sick enough as it was, without help from Daisy's cooking.

"No, I'll be fine. I haven't been able to stomach much anyway." Lance replied. It took half and hour to convince Daisy that he was fine and that she needed to get back to work. When she finally hung up, Lance tossed his blackberry to his feet and pinched the bridge of his nose. After shutting the T.V. off, Sweets went back to bed, deciding it was way to early to get up.

Later that afternoon, when Sweets thought it was an appropriate time to get out of bed, there was a knock at his door. Pulling it open, it revealed a very casual Agent Booth wearing blue jeans and a gray Army Strong tee-shirt, holding a large container and a smile.

"I brought you over some chicken noodle soup. My Pop used to make for me when I was sick, so I called him for the recipe and voila." Booth exclaimed. Sweets smiled gratefully and stepped aside to let the burly man in. Sweets watched as Booth made his way into the tiny kitchen. Leaning up against the counter top, Lance gathered as much of the paperwork around him together and shoved it into his briefcase, efficiently clearing a spot on the tiny bar, room just enough for two. Booth turned towards the shrink with two steaming bowls of homemade chicken noodle soup. Lance grabbed a spoon and dug in. The warm liquid, soothed his throat, while the chicken, vegetables and noodles curbed the hunger in his gut.

"Well, your appetite seems to have returned. That's a good sign." Booth laughed. Lance rolled his eyes at the other man, swallowing the spoonful in his mouth.

"Trust me. This is a god send. Daisy was offering to cook for me. As if I wasn't feeling bad enough." Lance confessed. Booth laughed at this. After a few moments of silence, except the slurping of soup, Booth spoke up.

"So what was the matter yesterday?" he asked. Lance got really still at this. He could feel his ears burning up. Using his spoon, he played around with the soup, trying to avoid Booth's question at all cost. All the same while the dream from last night came rushing back to him.

"Sweets?"

~So there we go, the first chapter. What did you think? I'm going to try to have a new chapter up about every week. I said TRY, so if I don't just bare with me if I don't get a chapter up. Okay? okay. Let me know what you think. LacieKat16 :)