A/N: Alright all of you lovely people out there in fan fiction land! We, the duo making up 'Leather and Stripes', would like to present you with our first bit of fan fiction. It is an AU (a college-fic AU, no less) and has a little of everything. Also, this is a MelloxMatt story, so if you do not like this pairing or yaoi, please do not continue reading (unless you plan on changing your mind) or comment, because flames will not be tolerated. Constructive criticism is one thing, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows and make yummy s'mores.

This is a prologue, so stick with us on this! Actual chapters will be posted in the next few days! (We hope to be able to update at least once a week).

We also have rated this M for a reason, which will be evident in coming chapters. Hope you all like it and don't forget to REVIEW! Please!

Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note or the characters or anything, only this insane idea and our sick, twisted brains.

Enjoy!

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Prologue

The young man looked up, his chin guided by the nimble fingers of the man before him.

And that man was perfect.

The very image, no the carnation, of God stood before him. Eyes glowing with beautiful intensity, brown locks whipping about his perfect head, crooked smile inviting and dangerous, bone structure, again…perfect.

But those eyes.

The eyes had something...had Light. They created a light of their own accord, and begged to be stared into. They wanted it.

Those eyes needed it.

They wanted nothing other than unadulterated obedience.

"Do you comply?"

"…Yes"

"Do I have your word?"

"Always," the young man cried as the fingers gently massaging his jaw began to slip away.

"Are you mine?"

Their eyes locked in that moment, the world around them freezing.

The God was first to break the silence.

"…are you?"

"Again…always…" as he stood to face his master, the young man trembled, but not with fear. He had no reason to fear. He trusted his God whole-heartedly. Blindly.

The smirking God reached forward and removed the other's glasses, tossing them to the side. A faint tinkle echoed as glass met rock and the young man turned in the direction of his fallen glasses.

God was not pleased.

Grabbing his jaw, the brown haired man forced his blind follower into a deep kiss.

"I will guide you," he hissed.

"Yes…my God.."

A smirk graced those beautiful lips. "Now," he paused a moment, trailing a finger down the chest of the man before him, "make love to me...Mikami…"

Matt looked up from the laptop, eyes vacant and blinking furiously.

What.

The.

Fuck.

He hadn't just read that. No…no that couldn't be right. Scratching his head in a combination of pure dismay and 'holy-crap-what-the-fuck-was-that?!', Matt scanned the screen again.

After a few seconds it was confirmed.

Yeah. He'd totally read that.

After staring at the screen for what seemed like hours, he turned to the other young man in the room, who sat eagerly on his bed, staring intently at the redhead.

"Soo….?"

Matt opened and closed his mouth several times, greatly resembling his pet puffer fish Mario.

His roommate adjusted his glasses, still beaming madly, "So…so what'd you think?"

A puffer fish seemed to replace the redhead. Matt actually was wishing he were little Mario at that moment. Fish have 15 second memory spans, don't they? Just think if he could forget that. Dear, sweet, merciful-

"Matt? Matt, what'd you think?"

He shook his head quickly, removing the image of playing with bubbles like that fish from Finding Nemo from his brain.

"What….what do I think?"

"Yes! I'd love to know!"

"I….I think…Mikami, I don't think that was the physics paper I was supposed to be proof-reading…"

"Oh.." Mikami scratched his head, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks, "that's true. But this was more interesting, huh?"

"M-Mikami….you're writing...yaoi…"

"Well, I do love to wri-"

"About yourself…and…" Matt took a moment to skim the page "And God."

The blush deepened, "I think of him as a God…yes…"

"So….so wait…"

"I mean, he really is perfect…"

"Oooookay, wait. Wait, wait wait wait waaaiiit-"

"He's beautiful…and such perfect bone structure…"

"This guy….wait, this guy you're writing about-"

"I only did see him without a shirt in the gym that one time, but still…"

"Okay, that's enough…you can sto-"

"But oh, the showers after…!"

"WHOA!!" Matt stood up quickly, waving his hands wildly in a dire attempt to shoo away all that he had just heard and visualized. He knew Mikami was frickin' creepy, but really!

"Is there a problem?" Mikami smiled sweetly, that psychotically obsessive-fan-girl-ness glinting in his eyes.

Producing the greatest 'D-colon' face the world has ever seen, the redhead stared at his roommate.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

"I need to smoke…" Matt made a mad-dash for their door, grabbing his cigarettes off of their make-shift-cardboard-box-table.

Dear God he needed to smoke.

Thank you for taking the time to read this! Now go review, darlings! ...Please?!

Leather and Stripes