Hello there, people of . I thought it was time to get another new story started while I worked on the other two, so here it is. (Or maybe I just wanted to come out of the closet and share my extremely perverted side with you all). Regardless of what the explanation is, (Magic User's Club) the idea just came to me, and I shall leave it here for your gracious or ungracious judgment.

This is rated M for a reason. At first it may seem tame, but let me assure you, it gets worse.

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, I would be a genius...A RICH genius. I would also be Japanese, male, and posses many of L's quirks. I share almost nothing on that list with the true owners of Death Note; Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, so I don't own Death Note.

Chapter 1: The New Kid

I gazed out the window at the cloud-filled sky.

Although the sun was shining, tiny rain drops fell from the heavens.

Days like these always made me think that something interesting was going to happen... 'Interesting' or perhaps 'strange' would be a better word choice.

"Hey, L."

I heard my name called and spun around, tearing myself away from the demented sky.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

Nothing was my reply.

Mello seemed to get annoyed.

That was his name...Mello.

Of course, I didn't know his real name. We were never to disclose our real names to anyone, except Roger and Quillish Wammy, the founders of Wammy's House.

"I'll ask you one more time." He began.

He was definitely getting annoyed.

"What are you doing?"

Since I really had nothing against him, I thought I'd humor him with a response.

"Nothing, Mello-kun. I am merely observing the changing weather through this window."

I gestured to the hole that lets people see through walls.

Mello started up with me immediately.

It seemed he wanted to test his deductive reasoning with one of the orphanage's brightest minds, since he always lost when he went up against Near.

"Ah, but if you were observing weather changes, then you weren't doing 'nothing'. Isn't that right?"

I stared at Mello in disbelief.

Was this young man really so insecure that he felt the need to contradict what people said to him?

"And drop the 'kun', already." He commanded. "You've known me long enough now that you needn't be so polite anymore."

I glanced out the window before responding to the irritating boy in front of me.

In monotone I replied, "One can never be too formal."

He looked at me in a way that I almost believed was admiration.

...Although I can't imagine why.

--

"Gather round, children. I have something of importance to discuss with you."

Regardless of whether we actually cared for what Roger had to say or not, we formed a semi-circle around him.

"We have a new arrival today. He will be here shortly, so will everyone please be on their best behavior?"

There are some scattered groans, but most of us reply, "Yes, Roger."

Roger looks at us approvingly and whispers "Now go and prepare yourselves."

At that moment, the doorbell rings.

"On second thought, come back here!" He bellows, while waving his arms around.

I smile a little, because he looks like a maniac.

We stand in formation; two lines facing the door, and when the new child arrives, we smile brightly and say, "Welcome to Wammy's House."

I stand stock-stiff with a fake grin on my face.

Just another person who is destined to share my fate...To never have real friends, to be completely isolated during 'training'. That's all he'll be. I thought.

Turns out I was wrong.

I hear voices from the other side of the door. One of them must belong to a woman, and the other to a child.

...The voices are so happy and friendly that it's almost sickening...Almost.

"Come this way, Yagami-kun."

Through the door strolls a middle-aged woman in a formal gown.

But what's more interesting to me is the boy she's with.

He's this little thing, probably about seven years old. His features look like that of an angel. His eyes are large and caramel-colored, and full of curiosity for their surroundings. He looks like if he were touched, he would break into a million pieces. Even with the poor light filtering in through the windows, his hair glistens. He seems shy and nervous, but his smile is so beautiful that I get the urge to throw myself onto him and never let go.

Wait a minute...what did I want to do? I'm...a boy. And so is he! As far as I know, it shouldn't be this way. Why should I think that another male is handsome...or even beautiful?

I shake my head.

No. I tell myself. You will do no harm to this boy or give him any emotional or mental trauma...Maybe taking it a little far with that last one. Oh, he's coming this way. Crap... Stop talking to yourself!

I face the boy and bow when he approaches.

"Welcome to Wammy's House." I state in a tone that appears as if I've done it hundreds of times before...Which I have... It isn't wrong to keep count, okay?

"Ah," Says the boy.

When I feel a warm liquid falling onto my head, I look up at him. He's holding his nose and the woman is making a big deal out of it. She scolds me and flails her arms simultaneously. She's saying, "Look at what you've done!" And also, "Quick, who knows First-Aid?"

Roger pushes me aside before I can see much. But what I do see horrifies me.

His hands were clutching his nose for a reason... I made him bleed.

--

All that I heard for a while was the woman screeching about how the child she had brought here was a prodigy advanced far beyond what anyone at the orphanage could possibly imagine.

No matter how many times Roger asked her to calm herself, the woman would just not shut her mouth. No. Instead, she raised her tone. Don't you just hate people like that?

"You've damaged a perfect student!" She wailed.

There was a long silence... It must have been at least 20 seconds. A personal record, I'm sure.

When she speaks again, she is much calmer, but her words are final.

"I hope you are willing to pay for this."

She storms out in a hurry, as if she really doesn't want to be here any longer. Can't say I blame her, though.

I walk into the room to find a nurse examining the boy.

Roger is standing behind her with his hands shaking.

"...For Christ's sake, Roger! It was only a nosebleed!" She shouts, clearly agitated by his jittering.

That makes him stop, alright. He sits right where he was standing, but on the floor.

The nurse glares at him, but looks away after a few moments.

The boy giggles to himself.

I almost fall backwards at his cuteness.

Oh, God. Even his laugh is adorable. I think to myself.

That's when I notice that he isn't wearing a shirt. I instantly blush. Not only that, but I can start to feel something hard between my knees.

His entire upper body is bare... That only leaves half of him to my imagination.

When he notices me staring at him, he winks at me...Deliberately.

This boy could be a brilliant host someday. I tell myself, as I almost melt and become a puddle.

The nurse finishes one final aspect of the check-up, closes her briefcase, informs Roger that the boy is fine and needs to be assigned a room, and leaves quietly.

Without analyzing the situation, Roger points at me and says, "You."

Oh, excellent work, Roger...One word. Now let's try for two, shall we?

Roger lifts his gaze from the floor to my eyes. I can see that there is a fire in them. Whatever he has to say is definitely important, so I give him my full attention.

"Yes, Roger?" I ask politely.

He answers immediately.

"You will room with Yagami-kun, L."

My eyes widen in shock. What are the chances of something like this actually happening?

"Me?" I ask him.

"Thank you for accepting, L." He says, completely disregarding my question.

He then turns to the boy.

"L will lead you to your room."

With that, he shoves us out the door.

Yagami grabs my arm and looks into my eyes. This may sound strange, but even though he's right in front of me, I can't really see him.

I lead him to the room that from this day forth is his as well as mine, and walk over to the bed. I sit at the foot of the bed and stare at the wall ahead of me.

I'm still dazed from the previous discussion, so I don't notice when Yagami calls to me. It is from this that I learned about his short temper and lack of patience.

He stomps over to me, climbs onto my lap, and forces his tongue into my mouth. He holds me around the waist in order to get a better grip. His eyes have closed, but mine are wide open. The kiss goes on for several minutes. The motion of our tongues massaging each other and the occasional swap of saliva makes us both hard.

After I am almost at my limit and would need to come up for air, Yagami puts his hands on both sides of my face and breaks the kiss.

We breathe heavily and stare into each others' eyes.

"I don't believe we have properly met." He begins. "My name is Light Yagami, and I'm seven years old...Your turn." He says, grinning.

"My...my name is L Lawliet and I'm fourteen years young."

Light smirks to me. "Ah, but I'm no allowed to call you L-sama, so what is your alias?"

"L." I reply.

"That's incredibly unorthodox!" He says, while stroking my errection. It makes me wince.

"If someone found out, it would be terrible for you..." His voice trails off, and then he answers one of the questions I was going to ask him.

"My alias is Mike." He states clearly.

The room is silent for a moment, except for the sound of Light rubbing my hard-on.

This entire situation is insane, but having a conversation during it is even crazier...But still... Mike.

That sets me off. I start laughing like a hyena.

I've heard people tell me that my alias is strange (they thought it was my real name), but where in the world did Mike come from? It has nothing to do with his name.

When he sees me smile, he unzips my pants and lets his fingers dance at my base.

My hearty laughter transitions into heavy and staggered breathing.

"What was so funny?" He asks, while his palm delves into my boxers and takes me in his hand.

I shudder as I answer him.

"Your-your alias...It's funny." I just barely get the words out.

"Hmm..." He responds.

"L, I want you to know something," He begins, as his face suddenly turns serious.

"What is it, Light?" I wonder.

"Roger didn't pick you to be my roommate. I did."

"...How? Roger decided it by himself. While it is entirely probable that he just chose me because I was conveniently in the room or not is beyond me, but I do know that he chose."

Light shakes his head.

"You know the woman from earlier? The one who wouldn't stop raving about how amazing I am? She's my mother."

Ah... That explains a lot.

"So? A mother can't be proud of her son?"

"No, that's not what I mean. When she was saying that I'm special, she meant it. I... can use mind control on people."

My mouth hangs open, and he smiles. He leans over me and licks my chin. I immediately close my mouth.

I'm about to speak when he says, "No, I didn't use mind control on you. You just fell for me naturally...Just as I have fallen for you."

He blushes at this point. So much so that even his ears are turning pink.

"I only did it because I love you, and I wanted to be near you, and do things to you, whether you were awake or asleep...I mean, have you even seen yourself?! You're so much more attractive then I am. Your large circular eyes, your creamy pale skin, your beautiful physique, the cute way that you hunch over when you walk, your various quirks... I wanted them all, and still do...If you'll let me."

I was getting a love confession from someone half my age! The creepier thing was, I wanted to listen to it. It was amazing how he could figure out so much about me without knowing me for more than an hour. This whole thing seemed to be going way too fast... All the same, I wanted him all to myself. In ten years time, it would actually be legal for us to be together. I would wait if I needed to. I wanted to see how this porcelain boy would grow, and what he would become.

I lean back on the bed and Light instinctively repositions himself.

I pull him down and nibble on his earlobe.

"Yes." I whisper.

I surprise myself sometimes. That response was positively orgasmic.

Light is so full of joy at the moment that he takes the offensive...again. He leans over me and jerks me off, all the while kissing my lips and neck, whispering into my ear, and biting the lobe.

It doesn't take long for me to cum, what with him playing with my body like that.

I breathe heavily and look up into his eyes.

"Now it's my turn."

He flops onto the bed and positions me on top of him.

He lets out a sigh when I touch his bulge. It's quite large for a seven year old.

I undo his trousers, and there it is, waiting. Like it was playing hide and seek but never learned how to do either part.

I smile and take his full length into my mouth. I use some of the lubrication from myself to slide my hands along him easier.

He covers his mouth to keep from screaming out.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I ask him, when I come up for air.

Light nods his head vigorously, and grips the bed sheets.

I better finish this up. I tell myself. He may not be able to go for much longer.

I put my mouth back onto him and within a few pumps; he's ejaculated all over himself, and me.

Light brings me close and kisses me. It gives him a chance to cool down, and I get to kiss an adorable boy. It's a win-win scenario.

"L?" He asks after a few minutes.

"Yes, my angel?" I embrace him before he speaks again.

"...Let's do that again!" He says excitedly.

All I can think to say is "Huh?"

From that moment on, we were... I guess you could say...'Going steady.'

...*Has a massive nosebleed that spurts enough blood to feed every vampire that has ever been mentioned in the history of vampires* *Gathers some cotton balls* So what did you think? I will continue this story based on reader responses, so if you would like even more smexiness, then please let me know. If you have questions or comments, I would love to hear them.