A/N: If you guys have any ideas how to further this story, please don't be shy and tell me :P I do have some ideas but I'm still brewing

~Council President~

Chapter 2 - L, M, N

"Damn, you feel so good inside,"

Hands sunk into both sides of his waist for a sturdier hold. Within those few forceful moments, he began to wonder if he could even take it. Everything felt too hot, too intense.

The dark haired teen leaned forward against the desk as the brunet spoke. Words that he couldn't even comprehend poured out of the other's mouth, his mind too fried to function to even understand them. He held in a breath trying to keep silent as possible whilst the president continued determined as ever. Performance, perfectly great as ever.

"Mhn…!"

The series of eloquent words were only stopped as the teen bit his lower lip reddening the soft flesh even more.

"Nhn... good, but... too god damned... tight... God…"

Too sinful...

L forced himself to tear his gaze away from those evil lips and looked up instead to those light brown eyes. Their gazes met, but both found their sight too hazy to see anything. A quirk at the edge of the brunet's lips carved the orifice into a smile.

"Well, that would be all for the announcements. Once we decide the final date for the festival, we'll start getting volunteers. Meanwhile, all classes are going to be deciding what events they'll be doing for the festival by next week. Final decisions are recommended to be turned in early so if any changes are needed to be made, we can fix them before the deadline," Light brushed loose strands of hair to the side away from his face. "Any questions?"

No one raised their hands as everything on the board was explained pretty clearly.

"Good," the teen smiled.

"... so damn good."

There was a murmur of voices as the class got to talking about possible events, the topic already brought forward to discussion. The student president, with his job done, left the front of the room and back to his seat letting the class argue with itself. He knew they needed time to yell at each other first before finally coming down to a few selected options that they'd discuss to agree to later. Meanwhile though, at the very back of the room in a corner next to the window, an unnoticeably quiet student buried his face deep down in his arms against the surface of his desk. The easy flush that came to his cheeks due to his pale complexion was not something he wanted anyone to see.

"How was I?" he could pick out Light's smooth baritone over the tornado of voices as he asked the person next to him about his small speech.

The raven sunk his fingers clawing into the arm it clenched.

Good. You were really good.

L bit his own lip. It wasn't a lie, but it didn't take a genius to know what he was actually referring to. Hint: it wasn't Light's performance from the announcement he just made.

Damn, Mello!

The mischievous smirk the boy wore lingered in his memory.

The blonde was just too happy to get a reaction out of him! He was never going to watch anything with his brother again lest he die first! It was just so breathtaking the way the actor looked so much like Yagami that a simple announcement was making him so confused! At this rate, the way his mind was cooking things up inside his head, he was going to go ahead and kill himself already. It would be too soon that the Earth would lose him from suicide.

L didn't trust himself to lift his head up yet. His mind was still filled with that smut his little brother was watching last night. His thinking abilities suddenly turned to either zero or to one hundred percent, and he didn't like either extreme. Zero made him mindless and one hundred percent…. was not to be mentioned in its degree of creativity.

L fidgeted in his seat looking for the sheet of paper underneath his desk. He had to distract himself. He didn't want to taint his eyes, or ears, or anything else anymore. And what else could ruin perfectly nice….. no, horribly painful thoughts like these than doing terribly late homework due next period? L shuffled around and took out a pen from his pocket, the only thing he ever brought to school. The point of the blank ink touched the whiten surface of his undone homework when suddenly, he heard Light's friend reply.

"Don't worry, Light. You did really well. If it were up to me, I'd go watch you do it all over again and again. You have a sexy voice, haha - ow!"

L almost banged his head against the desk.

He only watched the damn video once! Once! He will never, never go through it over and over again! No matter how good Yagami was! No - not Yagami, the actor that looks like him. Stop thinking about Yagami!

L gripped his pen and scribbled madly against the piece of paper.

NotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamiNotYagamihasasexyvoice

If L was having a hard time keeping his mind straight, then maybe his little brother, who was the cause of all his slight incapacity today, was maybe having the same problem?

A few blocks and twists and turns of streets away, a certain blonde was having his own issues with his own brunet at the nearby middle school.

"Hey, Matt,"

"Yeah," the said brunet sat down beside Mello.

Both of their backs pressed against the caging fence that prevented anyone from falling down below. Their knees purposely touching as Matt took his place beside him. It was a beautiful, cloudless day at the rooftop with no one else in sight. This was a bit of of their favorite place in the school where they could be left alone and not have anyone bother them. So far, no one did.

"I think there's been a virus in my computer."

"What type of virus?"

Matt reached over to Mello's lap to where his laptop sat and began fiddling with the keys. The vibrations of his tapping sent the computer shaking on the blonde's thighs.

"I keep getting pop-ups,"

"Pop-ups?"

"Yeah, like videos."

"Probably advertisement," the computer genius clicked the home button when something suddenly jumped up at him in the screen. The boy's green irises froze and his whole body stopped as the invading video played by itself on the computer.

"Hmn! Go… Go deeper - hmn!"

Two men stark naked began to hump each other right before the two boys' eyes. The brunet's usual orange goggles was pulled down at his neck so the graphic sight shined against the white of his eyeballs mesmerizing him. Matt's lips just hung there, the flesh slightly parted, as the vigorous pants of the two making love flushed Mello's cheeks.

"I said to fix it, not stare at it!" the flustered teen took his laptop back.

Matt snapped out of it as soon as the device was ripped from his hands. He blinked a couple of times and watched as his friend clicked furiously to close the invading window, fast fingers assaulting his mouse pad.

"If you don't want to, then I'll just fix it myself," Mello pouted.

The blonde quickly closed all the other remaining windows and shut his laptop down.

"Wait," Matt quickly placed his hand over the other's before he put the screen down. "I'll fix it. I was just surprised,"

Mello turned his head still frowning, lips clamped in a thin line. They both looked at each other in awkward silence until the pink dusting Mello's cheeks grew stronger. The heat eating him and growing unbearable, Matt just sent him a shy smile.

"I was just researching a paper when the video popped out! I wasn't looking for it, and I didn't go to any dirty sites!" Mello blurted out. "I'm not….. I'm - you know! I'm straight and it's gross! I wouldn't even hold hands with another guy!"

The need to protect himself flickered something in the brunet's green orbs. An almost microscopic flinch twitched the corner of the gamer's eye, but Mello caught it. The hand on top of his grew soft and it was Mello's turn to freeze. Matt continued to stare at him, and something about his blank face, the way that smile quickly disappeared - it scared him. It scared Mello. The warm hand holding his own slowly slipped away and the sweet loving teen could feel the radiating heat leave away with it. But he didn't want it to leave. He wanted it to stay right where it was.

Though he couldn't bring himself to do a single thing about it. His hand stayed at his lap.

"I'll have it fixed by the end of next period," Matt gently closed the laptop and picked himself up from the floor.

Mello watched as the boy rose up. Part of his bangs draped over his face as the browned locks completely shadowed his eyes, and it annoyed Mello that he couldn't see them. Something was off with his friend, but he couldn't tell what Matt was thinking. Matt, he was about to say his name, but at that very moment, the bell rang signaling that their break was over. The blonde immediately clamped his lips shut.

The computer genius let out a sigh at the very idea that they had to go back to class and placed the laptop underneath his arm. Mello half expected the boy to help him up from the ground, but instead, the brunet lifted up his goggles over his eyes and turned his back on him. An emptiness began to fill the sweet loving teen as the boy kept on walking away. Though halfway through before he got to the door leading back to the inside of the building, Matt's feet stopped and he looked back to him. His head tilted questioningly.

"Let's go?"

A subdued porcelain smile pulled the brunet's lips. It only strengthened the hollowness in Mello's chest.

So fake.

Trying not give it a thought, he picked himself up from the ground and dusted the back of his pants.

"Yeah," he nodded.

Matt waited for him to catch up before starting to walk again. Walking side by side, Mello gave a quick glance at him but found nothing. Just a smooth face, and he still couldn't see his eyes.

Why was it bothering him so much?

Mello didn't even lift his head to pay attention in class as he lay his head against the wooden desk. His eyes never strayed from the browned haired teen sitting next to him ever since he got in his seat. His yellow brows tightened in mix confusion and frustration as he just didn't get it. Was Matt mad at him? He never gets mad at me. The arguing voice inside his head was the one pissing him off. Matt being upset would've been the simplest solution, but he knew it wasn't that. So what was wrong?

The brunet still had his goggles on hiding his face. He leaned against the desk, chin resting against the palm of his hand, as he faced the front of the room where the teacher lectured.

Why won't you look at me? Mello frowned in irritation. He pierced his eyes straight at the other's head trying to send a telepathic message, but either Matt didn't hear it, or he chose to ignore it.

Mello ripped out a sheet of paper from his English notes and scribbled on it. If he was ignoring him...

He threw the folded piece of notebook paper right at Matt's ear and it bounced off to land on his desk. Matt turned around dazed and met the blonde's fierce blue eyes staring right at him.

Read it.

His friend no doubt got the message. The boy turned to look at the teacher still blabbering on before he took the note and unraveled it.

Are you mad at me?

The brunet just stared at the piece of paper. For a long time, he just sat there frozen like a statue with it fitted in his hands. It took a while until the blonde began to get irritated asking himself if the brunet was just staring at the blue horizontal lines, spacing out, and not actually reading whatever he just wrote. Barely any patience left, Matt finally lifted his arm to take his pencil and jotted under the written line. Refolding the note, he passed the paper back to Mello.

No.

Such a short answer.

Then why are you ignoring me?

He tossed the paper back to him. This time, it didn't take ten minutes to reply.

I'm just paying attention to class.

Mello read the unsatisfying answer in his hands when someone ripped it away from him. His eyes turned and saw that it was Matt, and he was comically leaning over to his desk straining to write something underneath his last reply. Using Mello's desk, he had to completely stretch over the aisle separating them for one final thing.

I would never get mad at you.

Matt's head tilted up and the shine against his goggles cleared up so Mello could see most of those green irises again. A weird feeling crept up inside the blonde as a grin pulled the sides of his lips. As expected when he read the last line, but if he wasn't mad, then what?

"Mr. Keehl and Mr. Jeevas!" the two boys tensed up.

There was a rising pitch in the way their teacher said the "Mister" that made them freeze red handed.

"Is there anything you would like to share with the class?" the man raised a brow.

The two stayed quiet, but it was undeniable that they weren't paying attention as Matt's body was still twisted towards Mello's desk. Noticing his obvious position, the brunet slinked back into his seat taking the piece of communicating paper with him. Their teacher didn't miss this either as he turned sharply to "Mr. Jeevas."

"Won't you let everyone in on what is so interesting that you had to tell Mr. Keehl during class and interrupt my lesson?" he raised a brow. "And take off your goggles! This isn't some racing event."

There was a sneer in his voice that made anyone want to hit the learned man.

Everyone's heads shifted at the same time as all the students in the room turned in their seats to look at the victimized student as he obediently reached for his goggles. Some laughed, some just stayed quiet thankful for the temporary distraction from the boring lecture. Within a few movements, the accessory managed to fall back down to the teen's neck again. The boy's face revealed, there wasn't a trace of embarrassment on him from this spotlight scolding. The brunet looked down at the crinkled paper in his hands. The whole class waited for him to speak and read the written words aloud, but the forced invasion of privacy never came out of his mouth.

"Well?" their teacher was waiting.

Matt didn't move.

A lengthened silence filled the next few minutes and a mocking smile played on the English teacher's lips.

"If you aren't inclined to share, Mr. Jeevas, then perhaps -"

"Are you mad at me?" Matt purposefully interrupted him. A good thing too, because Mello was ready to get up and punch the man.

Instead, his eyes widened to the boy sitting next to him from the fact that Matt actually started reading their conversation.

"No. Then why are you ignoring me?" he continued. "I'm just paying attention to class. I would never get mad at you.

"You're my best friend, Mello."

Matt dropped the paper to his side and turned to look at the still wide-eyed Mello.

Why… Why did he add the last part? The blonde asked himself even more confused than he was at the beginning of class. A softness and hint of distance colored the green eyes as the two boys stared at each other.

A snicker and cute laughter escaped the classroom while the teacher stood there still surprised that his student had actually taken to up his taunt. The surprise didn't paralyze for long though as the man straightened up his glasses and cleared his throat.

"Throw that thing away, Mr. Jeevas, and pay your attention back to class like you so claim. And since you two seem to be having a fight (he completely omitted the last two sentences of Matt's speech), you two can keep ignoring each other in detention. Today. After school."

"He has detention."

The bell had clearly rung ending the day almost ten minutes ago, but Mello never showed up at the front of the school to where they usually met. Wondering why, Near went to go check his brother's classroom and this is what he finds. The renowned English bore of the third years scruffing his older brother by the neck in one hand, and Matt on the other. His brother's face twisted in anger as he tried to get away, but the teacher's grip only got tighter.

"Two hours. If he even tries to ditch, I'll sentence him to another two hours of detention tomorrow."

"Let go!" Mello screamed.

Near just stared at all this happening as the man threw the two boys into the classroom and locked them inside. The English teacher gave the white haired boy one last look before leaving him in the hallway.

"You should just go home without your brother, Mr. Rivers. I'm sure your parents won't mind and two hours is quite a long wait. Perhaps you will learn from his mistakes and won't be as bad as your brother when you have me next year, hm?"

The door slammed in Near's face before he even got to answer. He closed his eyes from the forced wind trying to push him back and wrinkled his nose.

Guess that means he had to go home alone today….

Or did he?

Near reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He quickly dialed his other brother's number hoping for him to pick up. L usually went home early too.

A few rings rang, but it directed him to voicemail.

"Hmn…." Near let out a disappointed breath as he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

Guess he really was going to have to go home alone today. Per usual though, he let it slide. It didn't matter that much anyway.

A/N: How do you guys feel about a Near pairing? And don't worry, the next chapter's probably going to be the juicy parts ;) Much to the summary has said. I didn't lie :x