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March 22 2010, 20:29:36 UTC
“How’s yours? Mine is really tasty.” Izaya swung his legs under the table and took a bite of creamy strawberry. Kida nibbled at chocolate soaked crepe. “Very sweet.” “Want to have a bit? Say ‘Ah’, Masaomi-kun.” Izaya and Kida sat at a small table for two. The semblance to a date was obvious. Kida ate a sugary red fruit from Izaya’s fork. Last night had been something of a lucid dream, today Kida was as one newly erupted from a cocoon. He felt light after passing a test of fire and strengthened in his frailty. Downplaying his weakness would be null and void. “Izaya- why did you bring me here?” The name was odd in his mouth but by degrees it was becoming easier to say. “To be honest I was going to treat you as a one night stand. But then I realized that you were more interesting than what you let show. Such people are rare. And I would know, dealing with people is what I do. So I wanted to reward you.” Kida smiled and drank some of milkshake. He could be himself around Izaya, somehow. “You must see me as an annoying kid that never shuts up but-” “Heh, you’ve been pretty quiet so far. Actually, I’ve never seen it for myself, this bubbly charm for which you’re so famous.” “I wouldn’t say famous…” “Not compared to me. But still, ‘Kida Masaomi’ is something of an Ikebukuro staple.” Kida lived on the spotlight. He now bowed with a flourish in a cameo of his glamour. “Kida Masaomi, at your service. Ah, ‘bukuro is in my heart, the bustle of the crowds, the neon, all those beautiful girls just begging me to show them around. Is it too cliché to say? But I am a sucker for the excitement of the city.” Izaya clapped, still holding a fork. “Eh? So those are the lines your use. But I’ll bet my sundae that you don’t follow them up. Am I wrong?” The sugary mood of this meeting was after all a cover. “Follow them up?” Izaya scooped some whipped cream. “Yes. You’re more interested in the impression you cause rather than in those you impress.” Kida was silent. That Izaya could unravel his motives so easily was frightening. “And now, Masaomi-kun, it is time for your reward. This was just a small treat.”
It was cold here at the top of this skyscraper. Kida shivered in the wind that wrapped him in invisible swirls. Night was descending upon the city, dark purple spreading out through slanted whisks of sunlight. Izaya leant over him and smiled as he slowly removed his jacket and placed it over Kida’s small shoulders. It reached the floor and surrounded him with a scent that was Izaya’s. Kida wanted to sink into this warmth. Izaya caressed his cheek and cast butterfly touches a bit all over Kida’s body. He pulled the hood over his head. The fur was soft and smooth on Kida’s skin. Izaya held him by the lapel and opted for a slow kiss that robs Kida of breath. “It looks good on you.” This was the first time that Kida saw Izaya without the trademark jacket. The plain black shirt and pants are very simple, a silvery belt buckle around a slender waist the only adornment. But this simplicity was a blank canvas for deadly elegance. Kida wanted to say something to this effect but Izaya dropped to his knees and took his arousal into his mouth. Kida could feel the ever present smile drawn on heated flesh and he forced himself not to close his eyes. “Izaya…” Kida clenched his hands inside the long sleeves that hang limply by his sides. He did not dare run his fingers through slightly unruly dark hair. This was already a privilege, Kida did not know how worthy he might be but hot pleasure blurs all reason into muddle. “I can’t- gonna come-” Panic flickered through his climax. Izaya calmly lapped at swallowed to the last drop. Kida twitched involuntarily, too overwhelmed for words. “Hmmm…guess you don’t last too long, Masaomi-kun. Still too young? I guess that it can’t be helped.” Izaya was back on his feet and holding Kida in his arms, folding him into an embrace. “Thank you…” Kida’s gratitude even encompasses the cruelty that he knows is integral to the bond he was forming. “Guess you liked my special reward? And keep the jacket. I got more of them.” Kida could close his eyes now. And darkness was all over.
Izaya swung his legs under the table and took a bite of creamy strawberry. Kida nibbled at chocolate soaked crepe.
“Very sweet.”
“Want to have a bit? Say ‘Ah’, Masaomi-kun.”
Izaya and Kida sat at a small table for two. The semblance to a date was obvious. Kida ate a sugary red fruit from Izaya’s fork. Last night had been something of a lucid dream, today Kida was as one newly erupted from a cocoon. He felt light after passing a test of fire and strengthened in his frailty. Downplaying his weakness would be null and void.
“Izaya- why did you bring me here?”
The name was odd in his mouth but by degrees it was becoming easier to say.
“To be honest I was going to treat you as a one night stand. But then I realized that you were more interesting than what you let show. Such people are rare. And I would know, dealing with people is what I do. So I wanted to reward you.”
Kida smiled and drank some of milkshake. He could be himself around Izaya, somehow.
“You must see me as an annoying kid that never shuts up but-”
“Heh, you’ve been pretty quiet so far. Actually, I’ve never seen it for myself, this bubbly charm for which you’re so famous.”
“I wouldn’t say famous…”
“Not compared to me. But still, ‘Kida Masaomi’ is something of an Ikebukuro staple.”
Kida lived on the spotlight. He now bowed with a flourish in a cameo of his glamour.
“Kida Masaomi, at your service. Ah, ‘bukuro is in my heart, the bustle of the crowds, the neon, all those beautiful girls just begging me to show them around. Is it too cliché to say? But I am a sucker for the excitement of the city.”
Izaya clapped, still holding a fork.
“Eh? So those are the lines your use. But I’ll bet my sundae that you don’t follow them up. Am I wrong?”
The sugary mood of this meeting was after all a cover.
“Follow them up?”
Izaya scooped some whipped cream.
“Yes. You’re more interested in the impression you cause rather than in those you impress.”
Kida was silent. That Izaya could unravel his motives so easily was frightening.
“And now, Masaomi-kun, it is time for your reward. This was just a small treat.”
It was cold here at the top of this skyscraper. Kida shivered in the wind that wrapped him in invisible swirls. Night was descending upon the city, dark purple spreading out through slanted whisks of sunlight. Izaya leant over him and smiled as he slowly removed his jacket and placed it over Kida’s small shoulders. It reached the floor and surrounded him with a scent that was Izaya’s. Kida wanted to sink into this warmth.
Izaya caressed his cheek and cast butterfly touches a bit all over Kida’s body. He pulled the hood over his head. The fur was soft and smooth on Kida’s skin. Izaya held him by the lapel and opted for a slow kiss that robs Kida of breath.
“It looks good on you.”
This was the first time that Kida saw Izaya without the trademark jacket. The plain black shirt and pants are very simple, a silvery belt buckle around a slender waist the only adornment. But this simplicity was a blank canvas for deadly elegance. Kida wanted to say something to this effect but Izaya dropped to his knees and took his arousal into his mouth. Kida could feel the ever present smile drawn on heated flesh and he forced himself not to close his eyes.
“Izaya…”
Kida clenched his hands inside the long sleeves that hang limply by his sides. He did not dare run his fingers through slightly unruly dark hair. This was already a privilege, Kida did not know how worthy he might be but hot pleasure blurs all reason into muddle.
“I can’t- gonna come-”
Panic flickered through his climax. Izaya calmly lapped at swallowed to the last drop. Kida twitched involuntarily, too overwhelmed for words.
“Hmmm…guess you don’t last too long, Masaomi-kun. Still too young? I guess that it can’t be helped.”
Izaya was back on his feet and holding Kida in his arms, folding him into an embrace.
“Thank you…”
Kida’s gratitude even encompasses the cruelty that he knows is integral to the bond he was forming.
“Guess you liked my special reward? And keep the jacket. I got more of them.”
Kida could close his eyes now. And darkness was all over.
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