PART 6
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.6
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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A seventeen year old Kida Masaomi stepped out of his apartment on a chilly morning in late December, only days after Christmas. The Tokyo area had recently gotten a dusting of snowfall, and the current temperature was still the type where, with every exhale, a puff of mist would be seen. Kida walked the street by himself, wandering in the direction of his current workplace. Why did he always have to turn to that man when he was in desperate need?
He often wondered this, spending too many late nights frustrated and in a foul mood. He should get a real job. Break away from him. But last time that happened…
After Kida had left the city with Saki, things had gone wrong. As it turns out, Saki wasn’t really done with Izaya. She had only left with him as one of Izaya’s orders, being told to say whatever was necessary to convince the boy of doing so. She didn’t have any second thoughts about this; it made Izaya happy and it made Kida happy as long as he didn’t know. Eventually Saki told Kida, half-asleep. He’d stood beside her, staring at her as he felt his heart fall to pieces. After fleeing back to Ikebukuro, he realized he had no where to go. He had done exactly what Izaya had planned for him to do. And now he was playing right into his game again.
Kida sighed, continuing on, pulling his scarf tighter. Honestly, why did he even still have this thing? He should’ve thrown it away ages ago, but he didn’t seem to have the guts to do so. Every time he got close he would stop, shutter, and tuck it back into his pocket. He wasn’t going there again, so he figured he might as well keep it…
“Hello Masaomi-kun.”
Kida turned to look at his employer-- of course he recognized that sing-song troll voice. He used his most ‘not impressed’ expression available, turning to keep walking. “What do you want?”
Izaya quickly caught up with him, walking beside him. His usual creeper grin was spread across his face, but taking a second glance Kida realized Izaya was missing his usual gay Eskimo coat. Looking back to watching his feet tread over the snow, he didn’t feel the need to ask why. Izaya could do whatever he wanted, he didn’t care. Even if it included freezing his twiggy ass off.
“I just wanted to walk with you, Masaomi-kun. Wry so suspicious?”
“Why shouldn’t I be? Can’t you just enjoy watching my jailbait ass bend over to sort your damn files? I know that’s exactly why you’re having me do useless shit close to the ground or really high up.” Kida sent a glare at his employer.
“Me? I would never do such a thing~”
“What’s the rapist grin for then?” Kida’s ass felt less secure suddenly, and the man hadn’t even grabbed it yet. …Not that he had before, of course. At least, not on any circumstances that Kida would like to tell anyone about. It might sound like he enjoyed it.
“Mind sharing your scarf with me? I’m awfully cold…” A fake pout was produced.
“No.”
“Your pay is about to be cut by 2000 yen every day for the next week.” A smile.
“That’s cruel.” Nevertheless, Kida unwrapped his scarf and held out a part of it for Izaya.
The taller man took it, wrapping them close together with it. Kida didn’t see anything wrong until there was an arm around his midsection and the man’s mouth was centimeters away from his ear, whispering, “I just wanted you to share, Masaomi-kun.”
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Smiling still, Izaya took this ‘I’m going to ignore you’ as an invitation. But he was going to wait for a bit on that, he should pace things after all. In the meantime, he briefly searched his mind for something to chat about. “How’s Ryuugamine-kun?”
“You know better than me. I’d prefer it if you would just tell me what you’re holding baaaa-” Kida’s sentence was cut off by the hand resting on his hip sliding up his shirt a few centimeters. “Stop that.”
“Stop what, Masaomi-kun?”
“Being a creepy pedophile.”
“Is that your problem with it? We can pretend you’re six months older~” Izaya leaned in closer in an attempt to kiss him. Kida’s eyes widened as he tried to take a step back, just barely avoiding the lips of the informant.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“I love you, Masaomi-kun.” Izaya leaned in once more, the hand on Kida’s waist being put to use as it pulled him closer. They kissed, and Izaya’s other arm was used to keep the blond in place by pulling the scarf tightly to keep their faces together. Kida had resisted for only a moment before giving in and kissing him back. Maybe he could learn to live with this.
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*putters off*
//you soooooooo de-anon'd
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And yeah, we all know who you are. //actually it's just me
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I know who you are PEDOSEE //I'm aware they don't work
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Thank you for filling this!
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