6 years before present

L Lawliet had been 12 years old when he'd fallen in love. It was his first and only time, and it had ended so disastrously it was probably the reason he'd never done so again.

He still remembered the day it happened quite clearly. Quillish Wammy, his adopted father now known as Watari, had still been working at the time. This meant that they would frequently travel to multiple places all around the world for business purposes. On that particular day, Quillish had been set to give a demonstrative presentation on a new invention in the city of Tokyo, Japan. They'd actually already been there for a week, and L had spent every day of that inside, reading, watching TV, playing video games. So Quillish had eventually kicked him out of the house demanding he get some fresh air and sunlight, for at least an hour.

He'd wound up at a park, figuring it was the kind of place that Quillish would be happy to find out he'd been. L had barely been there for five minutes when he'd spotted her for the first time. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. A few years younger than him, yet carrying a demeanor of dignity and maturity that bellied her actual age. Clad in a baby blue yukata, she'd obviously been trying not to pout as her mother took picture after picture of her sipping tea beneath the cherry blossom trees. It was love at first sight.

L vaguely remembered waiting for an opportunity to speak to the girl, continuing to watch her as he half hid behind a nearby tree so he wouldn't be caught staring. He'd finally seen his opportunity when the girl's mother had quickly run off in search of a new roll of film. Heart on his sleeve, palms sweating, knees shaking, and mouth dry, he'd pulled a handful of flowers off a nearby branch and held them out in offering to his one and only love.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world…" he'd whispered, looking away and mentally berating himself for the ultra-corny words. He probably should have been looking though, because if he had he would have noticed small hands closing themselves into fists, tears forming out of the corners of eyes, a face turning red in anger.

L didn't know what reaction he'd expected from his declaration, a blush, a giggle, a quirked eyebrow; one thing, however, he knew that he hadn't expected was a fist to the face. There was a small pause, a moment of shock as his back hit the ground, before he'd turned himself around onto his hands and kicked back, hard. Female, or not, as the saying goes: an eye for an eye.

What happened next was a blur of elbows, teeth, and struggling, but before L knew it he was sitting in the waiting room of a hospital with Quillish at his side and an ice pack over his eye. The girl from the park was sitting across from them along with her mother, still shooting death glares at his person whenever she got the chance. Wammy had then proceeded to explain that his very pretty girl was actually a very pretty boy, and hadn't that just been an absolute bummer.

Still, L looked over to his adopted father in confusion, "but he's wearing girl clothes" he pointed out.

"It's my mom's fault" pretty boy had pouted…and glared, "she's always loved taking pictures of me in girl's clothes, it's because she always wanted a girl, and my little sister is still too young to play dress up with."

L had tried to comment on the fact that she probably wouldn't feel the need to do so if he hadn't looked so much like a girl already, but pretty boy had quickly shut him down and then proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the time they were in the waiting room together.

He'd fumed the entire car ride back, and still, to this day, pouted whenever he thought about the entire encounter. He still had the scar from the stitches over his right elbow to remind himself of the promise he'd made to himself that day to never fall in love again. The reasoning behind such a decision was childish and immature, but it could never be said that L Lawliet wasn't a stubborn bastard.

As a whole, that encounter probably should've clued L in to his true sexuality, but it didn't. He'd reasoned to himself that the reason that he'd found the boy attractive was because he'd thought he was a girl, and it had nothing to do with the boy himself. So, six months later when a politician's daughter had given him a "follow me" look after a long afternoon of coy side glances at a London luncheon that he and Wammy had been attending, he'd immediately stood up to follow.

He'd trailed along after her all the way to her bedroom where upon she'd immediately closed the door behind them and slyly asked if he'd ever seen what lay beneath a lady's skirts. When he'd replied that in fact, he hadn't, she'd lifted up the hem of her poufy dress and gestured for him to crawl under and see. He'd proceeded to do just that and had been shocked by what he'd seen, girls were flat down there. It had been a disturbing sight for young L, something about it had seemed disgusting and wrong, even though logically he knew there was nothing wrong with it.

That particular experience had shaken him a little bit, and had left him questioning his own attraction to girls. It still never occurred to him that he may like boys though, being as in denial as he was, he just blamed pretty boy for scarring him for life and turning him asexual.

He'd spent a year and a half blissfully oblivious to the truth that was just resting at the tip of his tongue. By that time, L was fourteen and had started his work as the World's Greatest Detective L, and so Wammy was having an even harder time convincing L to spend time outside and interacting with other people. In a last ditch effort Wammy had ended up entering him into a double's tennis tournament and by the time L had found out it had been too late to back out, and L had always hated to lose.

His doubles partner was a year younger than him and small and cute, not as cute as pretty boy of course, but cute enough. The younger boy had also been quite shy; L could tell this by the fact that the boy hadn't been able to look him in the eye without blushing and looking away. L hadn't thought much about him other than wondering if the boy was any good at tennis with his smaller stature and meek personality. He needn't have worried however, the boy was good enough to hold his own and his meekness had only served to leave most of the control over their positions and movements to L, which suited L just fine. They'd won the junior tournament in a sweeping victory, and L couldn't have been more pleased.

After they'd collected their trophies L had begun to walk away, not seeing a reason to stick around now that he'd gotten what he'd wanted, but the boy had grabbed L's sleeve quickly, halting him in his tracks. He'd fidgeted a bit before quietly asking L if he wanted to go celebrate by getting an ice cream somewhere. L had been in a good enough mood to indulge in social activity, and was always up for ice cream, so he'd agreed. If he'd been paying attention he might have noticed the boy looking a lot happier than was necessary, but he didn't, because he didn't particularly care.

They'd walked in a relatively awkward silence towards the nearest ice cream cart. Luckily it hadn't been that long of a walk seeing as dessert stands are relatively common at sporting events. L had ordered a strawberry ice cream, and his double a mint chocolate chip. They'd eaten in silence as well; the atmosphere was thick with something that L had been too inexperienced to define at the time. The boy sitting beside him was oddly still red in the face even though the match had ended ages ago, not to mention that he was orally ingesting something cold, he was also fidgeting a lot and looked like he was working up the courage to say something.

L was just thinking the boy would never get to the point of whatever he was trying to say when the boy suddenly turned to look at him, and when his gaze lowered to L's lips the boy had suddenly smiled and leaned over.

"You have ice cream all around your mouth" the boy had giggled leaning even closer. "Do you need help cleaning it up?" he'd questioned slyly. And before L could answer properly the boy's tongue had suddenly been slowly tracing the corners of his mouth before he'd pressed in closer and had connected their lips.

A set of explosives had immediately rocketed through L's system, the likes of which he hadn't felt since he'd first spotted pretty boy, and suddenly L had realized the bitter truth; he was gay.

The kiss had ended almost as soon as it had begun, and L had soon found himself staring into a wide pair of vulnerable looking eyes. And L didn't have time to process what he was feeling-only knowing he didn't want it to stop, and before he knew it he was kissing his double's partner again and again. They'd continued to kiss briefly on and off throughout the next couple of hours; not allowing themselves to go much further than letting their tongues run along the inseam of each other's mouths.

When they'd finally parted ways, still awkward and shy around each other despite spending the last couple of hours lip locked, L had whispered "thank you" quietly before walking away. And he'd meant it, even though they'd never see each other again, but L was fine with that, he'd gotten what he'd needed out of the encounter; a more thorough understanding of himself.

It wasn't until L was 16 that he'd had his first real sexual encounter. Sure he'd fooled around with a few more people in the meantime, all boys of course, and he'd gotten a lot further than just kissing with a bit of tongue, but he'd never had sex, and that was the big milestone L wanted to cross.

Unfortunately, being L; the world greatest detective didn't afford him a lot of time to be lounging around bars trying to pick people up. Not to mention his identity might become compromised should he get involved in a deeper relationship, not that he wanted one anyways; it was just that most people required a more intimate connection with another person before wanting to engage in sexual intercourse. So, eventually he instructed Watari; now acting as more of a butler than a father figure, to hire a prostitute for the evening, after making sure they'd been tested for any diseases, of course. When Watari had raised an eyebrow and asked him what type of prostitute he was looking for, a distant memory of flashing hazel eyes came immediately to mind.

"I'd prefer a very pretty boy" he'd answered with a straight face and with his best attempt at his usual monotone.

"Very well, if there's nothing else…?" Quillish asked with no sign that the request had seemed unusual to him in any way.

"Nothing, just some protection for the night ahead" he'd answered swiveling his computer chair and re-absorbing himself in his case files.

A couple hours later L was pacing back and forth through a new room he'd rented just for the occasion. For obvious reasons, he couldn't bring an outsider into a room with all his computer equipment inside it.

L had been half scared and half excited about the upcoming encounter, and it was driving his nerves to a breaking point. Hearing a knock at the door, L's heart half leapt out of his chest as he slowly made his way over to the door. Upon opening the door he was satisfied with what he saw, or at least partially satisfied. The boy on the other side of the door was certainly beautiful, as pretty boy had been, but he'd been missing the same maturity and intelligence his pretty boy had had.

At that point L had shaken himself out of it; he knew he couldn't go through the rest of his life comparing every person he was with to his first love, that wouldn't be healthy. And so L had enjoyed the experience tremendously, the prostitute had known exactly what he'd been doing despite his relatively young age. It was only afterwards, when the two had been sharing light pillow chat that that same dissatisfied feeling had overcome L again. The prostitute had not been particularly sharp; talking about a weekend of drinking with his friends, and not knowing anything about current events and other important issues. It wasn't an emotional issue; L just wanted to be fucking someone he could connect with on an intellectual level as well.

L had dismissed his own thoughts at the time, realizing it was pointless to wallow in something that was never going to happen. Besides, there were more creative ways he could use to avoid talking to the pretty idiot, L had been thinking whilst grabbing the boy's hair and guiding his head down lower on L's body.

Still, the issue of not being able to get everything L wanted continued to bother L even in the present day. It made times when he wanted to get laid, like he was currently, little more than a chore. If he wanted someone smart enough for him, it couldn't just be casual sex. If he was having casual sex, then the person he was sleeping with wasn't smart enough for him. It may seem like relatively minor issue, but to L it was very irritating; never being able to get what he wanted completely. He was currently 17 years old, and had spent a year in and out of hotel rooms with various one night stands, never being fully satisfied.

Now, by that point in time L knew he had accumulated quite a bit of money working as a detective, exactly how much he wasn't sure seeing as he'd never really been in it for the money, only the intellectual challenge. But on that particular day, L decided to look at his accounts, figuring that maybe if he shelled out enough money Watari might be able to find a whore out there with a brain. Instead, what he found in his account was shocking to say the least, he'd already made close to a billion dollars.

L was thinking of all the ways he could spend a billion dollars when the perfect idea for a solution to his dilemma came to him. If he couldn't find someone tailored to his needs, he'd make one instead. In fact he'd make many someone's because surely L wasn't the only intelligent individual in the world in the same situation. There were probably loads of people: doctors, politicians, businessmen; all people who would want and could benefit from having a partner in their life that they could bounce ideas off of, a true equal that they could share ideas with alongside getting whatever sexual desires they'd have fulfilled on a regular basis. He'd make a whorehouse specifically made up of gay geniuses, and it would also be a school where the boys could get the education they'd require for their genius, as well as having special classes where they could hone their craft.

In all actuality, L was aware that he was about to spend an obscenely large amount of money just to satisfy his very selfish desire to get something he wanted, in the exact way he wanted it. But L didn't care, he'd make it all back eventually, and it's not as though he'd have any heirs to pass his fortune onto. Not to mention, with the right business acumen, he may even be able to eventually turn a profit off the boys he was manufacturing. He had a feeling he was onto something big.

With a detailed plan set in place inside his head, L hit the speed button function on his phone to call Watari. There was a lot of work ahead that had to be done.


In present time

Seven years later, and L's dream had finally been realized. His whorehouse, now named Wammy's house after his adopted father, was already underway and had been for five years. After he'd bought the island Wammy's was situated upon, it had taken a year of construction to build the ridiculously large house. It should have taken much longer, but L had been willing to pay extra money for more men to get the job done quickly. The construction, the cost of the island, and the few renovations and furnishings they'd been able to do before the first students arrived that September, had quickly ate up a large majority of L's billion dollars. Which didn't matter, because as predicted he'd made back that billion in that same year whilst the construction was going on.

The first students had already graduated and Wammy's was soon due to start its sixth year. For the first time ever it seemed as though they'd reach their yearly quota of number of students, which was forty. They were currently sitting at thirty-nine, one student away and L knew exactly who he wanted that student to be.

Ever since the first time he'd seen Light Yagami's photograph and personal information in his Kira suspect files, he'd instinctually known two things. The first was that he was quite probably the mysterious killer known to the media as Kira that they were looking for. He seemed just a little bit too perfect to L, and that was what gave him away. The second was that the boy was prime Wammy house material.

Ironically, it was the very same qualities that made him such a good Kira suspect that also made him a perfect fit for L's vision for Wammy's. The high intelligence, the easy charm, the good looks, and the creativity to think of a way out of every situation, these qualities were exactly what L was looking for in a Wammy's student.

His looks were obvious; but still L had had to be sure Light was all of these things, so he'd gone along with his original plan to have the cameras installed in certain police officers homes. L had gotten his first glimpse of his intelligence when he'd realized that Light had somehow figured out there were cameras set up inside his room. He'd seen how creative Light was when he'd found a way to kill people without any access to that information. Finally, he'd realized that Light was charming when he seemed perfectly polite and friendly to his family, yet L had caught a glimpse of Light's true snarky personality when the bulletin he'd put on the television had come on.

Watari had felt the need to have a talk with L when he'd first seen that L was evaluating his Kira suspect as a potential Wammy student, and he'd been quick to express his concern over the matter. L had quickly assured Watari that he didn't actually believe Light to be Kira at all, and had only been using that as a ploy to better evaluate his Wammy potential. Watari had given him a pretty disapproving look at that…which L had promptly ignored. And that was it; Watari had believed him just like that.

Of course, L knew there was certain reasoning behind the fact that Watari had so easily believed him. Watari knew how interested L was in the Kira case, and he knew L hated to lose. In his mind, L would never give up an interesting case for any reason, and if L was honest with himself, he wasn't totally wrong.

It was true that L was truly interested in the Kira case, it was a challenge and L loved challenges. But he also wasn't truly interested in justice or bringing people to justice, as long as L got what L wanted he was satisfied. And what L wanted was Light, he wanted it even more than an interesting case. When it came to evaluating Light's worth as a Kira suspect versus his worth as a Wammy's student, L had reluctantly admitted to himself that Light was worth more in the latter sense.

He'd already figured out who the killer was, that was the most interesting part of any mystery novel, the only parts left were to figure out how he was doing it, and then prove it. And while L was still interested in the challenge of figuring out how Light was doing it, the challenge of having Light around more constantly, in his bed, and in his life was so much more appealing to L.

L had already decided to make Light a Wammy, even if he had to catch him out as Kira in order to force him to sign the contract. In fact, L might even prefer it that way; it would be a bit like having your cake and eating it too. But he'd offer Light a chance to sign the contract on his own first, fair was fair after all.


A couple days later

Dripping with sweat, and still gasping from the most intense tennis match of his life, L in was in no way regretting his decision to keep Light around. Light was also dripping with sweat and gasping, and he looked very sexy doing so. How one looked in the middle of physical exercise, L realized, was very like how one looked in the midst of sex.

Even more intense than the tennis match had been the mental sparring going on during the game. From the "friendly" way their talks had been going he knew that Light was about to ask him if he could join the Kira case. L knew that if he wanted to talk to him about the Wammy house opportunity, he'd have to intercept him before he got the chance to ask, since that would no doubt open up an entirely new phase to the game between them.

"Light-kun" L got his attention.

Light looked over to him in askance, still breathing heavily, L supposed he wasn't used to exerting himself so much in order to win.

"To be honest, Light-kun, I suspect you of being Kira."

And before Light could properly mask his shock from L's blunt statement, he followed with; "But to be even more honest, Light-kun, I don't particularly care."

If his first statement had sent Light into a state of shock and suspicion, that was nothing compared to what the second did to him. Light was looking at him with an utterly bewildered expression, his mouth actually agape in surprise. Glorious, absolutely glorious, it was probably the only time in his life that Light had no idea on how to deal with the situation.

"L, no Ryuuzaki-, what? You don't care if I'm Kira? Just what the hell are you up to you-"

"If Light-kun could be patient for just a moment, I'd like to have this conversation in a more private venue. I know a small café close by; let's resume talking about this matter there."

L could feel Light's probing stare boring into his back as he led the way to the small campus café he'd discovered after the entrance ceremony a couple days before. He couldn't help but wonder what Light was thinking at the moment, what possible outcomes he thought would come out of the conversation they were about to have. Whatever they were, he couldn't possibly be correct, and the thought made L smile to himself. There was something fun about ruffling the feathers of someone as regularly composed as Light usually was.

After they'd arrived L made Light wait till they'd gotten their orders before broaching the subject. He didn't know where to start; usually he got Watari to do the recruitment. It would be easier if he had a pamphlet or something, then Light could ask the difficult questions and all he'd have to do was answer them.

In the end, he didn't have to worry about how to start because Light did it for him; "What exactly did you mean when you said you don't care if I'm Kira? Are you saying that you actually support Kira's actions? Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"From the very beginning I never supported or was particularly against Kira's actions. I've always chose the cases I solved based on whether or not I was interested in the mystery. In this particular case, it was the mystery of the supernatural aspect of the killing that I was most interested in. If Kira was anyone other than Light-kun I would still be most interested in catching Kira, but since I know that Light-kun is Kira I am much more interested in him for a different aspect."

Light was looking at him doubtfully "What other aspect?"

The he was back to where he started, unsure of how to say what needed to be said. "I run a side business and school which features boys with unique talents similar to those of Light-kun."

"And what kind of school or business looks for people with talents like mine?" He both liked and hated that Light didn't ask him what qualities L was referring to. It showed that he understood that the uncomfortable part of this conversation was the subject of the school. He liked how quick on the uptake Light was, he hated that it was rushing him to the part of the conversation that he just wanted to skip over.

"Let me ask you something Light, do you have a girlfriend?" That was a good way to start, if he could get Light to understand his reasoning for creating Wammy's it would be a lot easier to ask him to join.

"I have several" he'd answered back cockily.

Ignoring the fact that such blatant overkill signified that Light was hiding something more in his life than just Kira he replied "Yes, but have you ever had just one girlfriend that you devoted all your attention to?"

"No…but why should I? I'm young and don't need to worry about settling down."

"It's not about settling down, many people have several significant others before settling down and marrying the one person they liked best. I guess what I'm trying to ask you is whether you've met someone that you liked enough that you only wanted to be with them. "

"Well, no…but-!"

"-I'm not judging you Light-kun I was merely trying to make a point that I understand why that is the case. It is difficult for both you and I as people of heightened intelligence to find stimulating enough conversation in another human being to like them like that…correct?"

Light nodded, looking relieved, which L took as a sign to continue; "The business I created revolves around that desire to find suitable people to have good conversation with."

"So, basically it's a place where people can go and pay to have a conversation with other intelligent people. It's a good idea, kind of like a host club right?" Light looked both interested and impressed, that was a good sign. Unfortunately, his assumptions weren't quite correct.

"Not exactly, Light-kun" L took a deep breath, this was the moment he'd been dreading "The school I founded is called Wammy's and is a whorehouse for genius gay boys. The business part is obviously the whorehouse and meanwhile the school provides an education on both the seduction skills necessary for the job as well as a curriculum tailored to suit geniuses"

Light looked shocked but still wasn't freaking out so L quickly continued on the conversation before he could.

"At first, I made Wammy's to be a place specifically fashioned after my own wants and desires, that's why it's a whorehouse for males seeking out other males. Throughout the years, however, it's grown into so much more than a place just for me though. Our clients range from many different successful people all over the world and so the curriculum has changed to accommodate all sorts of clientele. We are now able to match students who specialize in certain subjects with clients who are seeking that one thing in particular. Of course what I just spoke of only occurs in cases where I sell someone's contract, many students choose to just stay at Wammy's and continue to take clients there."

He could tell he'd officially stunned Light into silence, he still wasn't saying anything but there was also an underlying calculating glint in his eyes that showed that he was taking in what L was saying.

"There is only one available spot on this year's class list, which I've been saving for Light-kun. I'm hoping what you'll choose to do is sign the contract on your own, but in case you won't I should probably warn you that I don't just think you're Kira, I know. All I have to do is find proof of this, and once I do I can and will force you to choose between signing the contract and getting the death penalty for your crimes."

Abruptly, L leaned over the table and brushed his lips over Light's. Light immediately went bright red and his eyes widened even further than they already were.

"I'll give you a week to come to me on your own with your answer, if you don't come I'll assume you've chosen to do this the difficult way and we'll move on to the next stage of our little game."

And with that, L walked away leaving Light to process his no doubt muddled thoughts.


A/N : So this is chapter one of a much longer fic, it's the first thing I've written in while so reviews would be appreciated but aren't necessary I will keep writing nonetheless. I plan to update with a new chapter every Friday, so if this chapter interests you enough to want to read the rest you can check back then. The story idea came from a request over at the kink meme. I am the same anonymous person who posted this there…though I suppose a person could technically copy, paste, and say that even if it weren't true. Thanks for reading! :)