Snow Flecked Sunlight 1/?
anonymous
April 24 2010, 07:28:37 UTC
The sun was shining through the leaves of the tree to fall in spots and shadows around Mikado when his cell phone rang. Mikado fishes it out of his pocket and checked the front. Since the whole 'Dollars' thing he had occasionally been getting a call from unknown sources testing out the number. He did not pick those up, and he was glad his voicemail did not have his name and was just the standard automated message. The number and name flashing on the front was familiar, however, and Mikado flips the phone open and presses it to his ear. "You're late, Masa-"
"Mikado," Kida is panting into the mouthpiece, his words hazy and his voice laden with pain. "Whatever he wants don- Nnn!"
"Masaomi?!" Mikado presses the phone harder against the side of his face as if by doing so he will be able to hear Kida better, or get closer to where Kida is. "Masaomi, what is-"
"Nnn-Nn!" The pained moans go silent and Mikado's heart skips a beat. Then there is another sound reverberating through the tiny speakers of the cellphone.
"That Masaomi-kun, he's quite the fighter isn't he Mikado-kun?" It's Orihara Izaya on the other end and he sounds nonchalant and totally blasé, like he wasn't doing terrible horrible things to Mikado's friend at this very minute. "Aaah, it took me some time to subdue him! And then when I give him the phone and tell him exactly what to say… He disobeys. I suppose that's what makes little Kida Masaomi interesting though, isn't it, Mikado-kun?"
If Mikado was stronger he is sure that the grip he has on the cellphone would cause it to break, to shatter into a million pieces and fall to the paving of the park to be pecked at by pigeons. "Izaya-san, what are you doing to Masaomi?!" Mikado can't help the sheer outrage he feels at the thought of Izaya hurting Kida. Kida is a civilian! He wasn't involved in… in whatever Mikado and Izaya were doing. He wasn't a Dollars member, he wasn't a gangbanger, he was a nice guy who happened to be Mikado's friend. Mikado had a sinking feeling that was why Izaya had chosen Kida.
Although, Izaya and Kida did have past history that Mikado knew existed but did not know anything about.
"What am I doing?" Orihara Izaya's voice hums through the air. "At the moment, Mikado-kun, I'm sitting on him. Oh, and I'm holding a knife to his throat."
Mikado's blood goes cold again.
"I wasn't before but then he had to try and be a hero." Through the phone Mikado can hear what might have been a shout and might just have been static. "Do you know what happens to heroes, Masaomi-kun, Mikado-kun?" Izaya's voice drops an octave and a decibel point. "They die."
Sitting on a park bench with frozen limbs and ice cold blood Mikado feels powerless. What is he supposed to do? What can he do? Tell Izaya that as the leader of the Dollars he orders Izaya to stop? Izaya has so much he can hold over Mikado, and in truth there really isn't much Mikado can do to stop him. He can order people to search for Orihara Izaya but there is a good chance that most of the Dollars are scared of him, those that know who he is anyway. If Mikado asked Heiwajima Shizuo for help would the man help him? Except Shizuo was as scary as Izaya was.
Almost. Shizuo was not holding a knife to Mikado's best friend's throat right now.
Snow Flecked Sunlight 2/?
anonymous
April 24 2010, 07:29:17 UTC
"But that's not what I called to talk about, Mikado-kun!" Izaya's cheerful statement is almost enough to knock Mikado off the bench, it is enough to startle him out of his frozen pose.
Mikado swallows and wishes he could take a drink of water but he does not want to risk anything. "What was it you wanted to talk about, Izaya-san?"
"I've got a little request to make~." It is disturbing how cheerful, nearly sing-song, Izaya can sound while at the same time being utterly malevolent. He's like a creepy villain from a kid's anime, the kind that wears clown paint or stalks little boys or both. "There is a time capsule buried on what used to be Raijin high school's grounds. I have on good authority that they plan to dig it up this year. I want you to retrieve it before anyone else does and bring it to me~."
Mikado knows that Raijin is the school that used to stand where Raira is now, and he knows that before it became Raira it was not exactly a nice school. There are all sorts of rumors about Raijin. There are ghost stories too, and Mikado has seen more than one group of students go out for a 'test of courage' during the lunch hour to the sections of the school that used to be a part of Raijin. Kida wanted to go on one and Mikado had been okay with it but apparently Anri was afraid of ghosts.
So they had not gone.
"What…" Mikado swallowed. "I want you to let Masa-"
"Let Masaomi-kun go?" Izaya cuts Mikado off and Mikado winces a bit at the unfortunate verb choice. "Oh no, you see, Masaomi-kun is going to keep me entertained while I wait for you to bring me the time capsule. For each half an hour you're not at my office, and do not worry Mikado-kun I will e-mail you the address, I am going to do something that you would consider utterly unspeakable to Masaomi-kun."
Frozen limbs and a tight throat. "Don't worry, he'll enjoy it."
THIS, is so dark and delightful~ I'm in love with how you portray Mikado's stress and worry and your Izaya is so sinfully deviant. Thank you so much for filling, anon, I really can't wait for more!
Snow Flecked Sunlight 3/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 03:34:48 UTC
Sorry it's taken so long (captcha: of scolding - I'M SORRY LJ!) I've been busy. This part is purely Izaya/Kida, the next part will have Mikado. Then we should evolve to some Mikado watching Izaya/Kida. Hopefully. Let's see how this fic rides me!
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Izaya presses the touch-screen to end the call and then he sets his phone on the side table. He makes sure to lean really far in order to set it out of Kida's reach and this leaning puts pressure on the knife at Kida's throat. Blood beads along the edge of the knife and dribbles down the side of Kida's throat. "Well, Masaomi-kun, now that that's all done." Izaya presses his knees down harder on Kida's hands just to trigger gritted teeth and a soft pained grunt. "We'll have plenty of time to play while your little friend is busy~."
"Leave Mikado out of this." Kida Masaomi is such an interesting human. He has such interesting eyes and emotions and reactions. He's just so… human. Especially in his failings.
"Such a little narcissist, Masaomi-kun." Izaya draws his knife down to play along the hemline of Kida's hoodie. The fabric is too thick for Izaya to cut without quite a bit of effort so Izaya has to think about what to do. "Do you really think this is all about you?"
He could leave the hoodie on, of course, but that would be depriving him of half of Kida's skin. He could ask Kida to take the hoodie off, but he doubts Kida would obey him. Plus he would have to let Kida have his hands free to do so and that just would not do. Despite what one might think of Kida Masaomi with his small size and small build the teenager was anything but weak. Izaya was strong, and fast, but the last thing he wanted to do was fight Kida again. The only way he had gotten Kida here after all was paying those three dear little kidnappers a hefty price to deliver Kida to him. They would be the ones to suffer from black eyes and bruised bodies for days.
Kida bites his lip and turns his head to the side. No doubt he is thinking to himself 'it's not about me or Mikado it's about you and your sick fantasies and your sick games', and really, isn't that so sweet of Kida? Kida Masaomi is not a teenager who believes the world revolves around him, but instead believes it revolves around one Orihara Izaya.
So sweet.
"It's not just about me, Masaomi-kun." Izaya brings out a set of handcuffs and grabs one of Kida's wrists. He pulls it up over Kida's head despite Kida's bucking and jerking and chains it to the headboard. "It's not just about you or Mikado-kun either. It's about all of us." Izaya holds Kida's free hand tightly and begins working the hoodie off of Kida. Eventually all of it bunches on the arm handcuffed to Izaya's headboard.
Which, by the way, he had to special order just to get the kind you could latch handcuffs too. It's solid oak and Izaya rather likes it. "This would be a great deal easier if you didn't fight me Masaomi-kun."
Kida's eyes are narrow with disgust. "But less fun for you."
Izaya pinches Kida's cheek and tugs Kida's head one way and then the other. Kida grits his teeth. "You pretend to know me so well, Masaomi-kun!" Izaya lets go of the irritated skin and pats Kida's cheek before leaning close. "But how well do you really know me?"
Snow Flecked Sunlight 4/?
anonymous
May 2 2010, 03:35:22 UTC
Izaya draws the side of his knife down Kida's chest and debates using it on the teenager. He debates it, but inevitably tosses the idea aside. As much as he loves the site of Kida squirming and bleeding he did not lay down rubber sheets. Egyptian cotton sheets did not come cheap and Izaya would really prefer not to deal with blood stains on them, blood was so hard to effectively get out. There is another reason Izaya does not want to use his knife however and that is the fact that Kida's chest is already crisscrossed with faded scars from old wounds. A few of the scars, the straight ones that accent the beauty of Kida's chest, are caused by Izaya. The others, the star shaped and rough ones, Kida earned in fights.
"What do you do when you change for gym class, Masaomi-kun?" Izaya strokes the flat of the knife over a particularly vicious looking wound. Izaya can remember when Kida got it, the flare of his nostrils, the pale white tension in his face and the blood that had dripped off the end of his double ended claw nail pulled. It had been the moment Izaya met Masaomi Kida, the general of the Yellow Turbans, and it might even have been the minute Izaya first lusted after Masaomi.
"None of your business." Kida grunts through gritted teeth, snapping Izaya back to the present.
"So unpleasant." Izaya sets the knife aside and instead used his hands to explore Kida's chest. Kida's face slowly closes off, his eyes going distant and his teeth grinding together. Izaya smiles secretively while stroking fingers over scars, he pinches skin here and there, scratches, and finally he leans down to use his mouth to bite and suck and lick.
Kida's breath rasps through his nostrils, his chest rising and falling with increasing speed. A blush slowly spreads over Kida's body.
Izaya waits until he is sure Kida is hard before unbuttoning Kida's pants. "Don't do anything you'll regret later, Masaomi-kun." Slowly Izaya pulls Kida's pants off, ducking when Kida kicks at his head. He tsks and pins Kida's ankles to the bed. Kida lifts his head from where it has been resting on Izaya's pillow to glare at Izaya. "Do I need to restrain your legs too? That limits the positions so much, Masaomi-kun!" Izaya rubs circles on Kida's ankle bones while staring into Kida's angry golden eyes.
It takes a minute before Kida angrily jerks his head from side to side.
"Then don't kick me again." He lifts one of Kida's feet into the air and presses a kiss to Kida's ankle. Izaya pulls of Kida's socks and strokes his fingers over the soles of Kida's feet.
Kida's legs jerk and his toes curl. Izaya easily catches one of Kida's feet and holds onto Kida's ankle tightly while sliding one finger up and down the arch of Kida's foot. "Ticklish, Masaomi-kun?"
The muscles in Kida's legs jerk as Izaya strokes the bottom of his feet and he bites his bottom lip in an attempt to distract himself, the attempt fails. "I hate you." Kida rasps.
"I know." Izaya lets Kida's foot drop only so he can walk over to his bedside table and pick up a feather before he returns to his footboard. Looking at Kida stretched out on his bed, panic growing behind his brave front, makes Izaya's cock throb and his pants seem too tight. But anticipation only makes things better and Izaya is a master of stretching out the moment.
He starts by stroking the feather's tip over the tops of Kida's toes.
Snow Flecked Sunlight 5/?
anonymous
May 20 2010, 04:04:24 UTC
sorry for long time no see, also this thing sort of has a plot to it... I swear more pr0n will come
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Before starting a headlong rush back to Raira Mikado had briefly considered sending out a message to the Dollars. But no, that would be an irresponsible use of his resources. For one thing if Mikado summoned the dollars to dig up the time capsule they would no doubt want to know what was inside of it and he is positive that there would be no hope of calmly bringing it to Izaya's office. Also it would expose Mikado as the leader of the dollars and that is one of the last things he wants. Not that Mikado doesn't think that he'll be able to stay in the shadows forever but… being outed would probably ruin his quiet high school life with Anri and Masaomi.
Not that Masaomi was going to want anything to do with him after Izaya was finished. Even if Kida and Izaya had past history it was obvious Kida had been targeted because of Mikado.
Mikado barely makes it a block before he's gasping for breath and the muscles on his legs are burning. After that it's all he can do to keep up a sort of half-limping fast paced walk to Raira. It didn't take very long, maybe twenty minutes, but Mikado's stomach was filling with dread. At that very minute Kida Masaomi was being tortured by Izaya. His friend Kida. Would Izaya kill him? Was he a killer? If he did… well, if he did THAT was when Mikado would bring in the police.
Should he call the police now? Mikado halted at the entrance to Raira as the thought occurred to him. Should he? Kidnapping was a crime. Wasn't torture a crime? Probably. And blackmail! That was a crime… but Mikado still had no idea where Izaya actually lived and if he did report it to the police… Izaya was an information broker. He'd probably know the second Mikado made the call.
Mikado leans forward and presses his head against the rough brick of the wall that circles Raira. "I can't do that!"
The puppet theatre of Mikado's head was enacting all sorts of scenarios. Izaya would kill Kida if Mikado called the police! Or disappear into the countryside with Kida forever! Or… or let Kida go but expose Mikado as the leader of the dollars? And then Kida would hate him. …well, maybe. But the Dollars were MIKADO's secret. He didn't want to let Kida in on it.
Not yet. Eventually, maybe, but not yet.
Mikado was not paying any attention to time passing as he thought out various scenarios of what he could and could not do. Before he knew it his half hour was up and his phone was going off. The horror dawning anew on his face Mikado fumbles his phone out of his pocket and answers.
"Hello?!"
"H-ha-haaa." Breathy pants were audible through the receiver and Mikado blushes hotly. Was that… was that Kida? Was Kida making those noises? "Ah- ah ha ha ha. " Was that… was that laughter?
"Masaomi? What's going on?"
"Aaaa-ah h- st- Mika-ah… Nnn… Nn!" The panting laughter trailes off into a soft moan. "Sto- oh g-"
Snow Flecked Sunlight 6/?
anonymous
May 20 2010, 04:05:26 UTC
The phone goes dead. Mikado stands stock still, barely daring to breath, before he takes his cell-phone away from his ear and checks the read-out. Call ended at… It takes Mikado a little while longer to fold up his phone and slip it into his pocket and it is a full five minutes before he can turn himself towards the main entrance of Raira and start walking. If he was being honest with himself he would admit that he was worrying about Kida, really seriously worrying about Kida. And Mikado tried hard to be honest with himself. He could admit that he was worrying about Kida… but he could not admit to himself that he was maybe, sort of, kind of, just a little turned on by the memory of breathy pants and half-swallowed laughter. Mikado KNEW Kida was ticklish, just like Kida knew Mikado was ticklish, and just like the two of them knew where each other's ticklish spots were. It was sort of… private.
Izaya wasn't supposed to know that Kida was ticklish. He wasn't supposed to know about Kida's sensitive spots or the way Kida sounded out of breath. It was making Mikado… jealous. Yeah. Definitely jealous.
But that was stupid. He should feel UPSET, yes, defensive, maybe, but jealous? Kida was just his friend…
"Eh? Is that Mikado-kun?" A cheerful voice called out from Raira's gate and Mikado turns, halfway to the front door, to look back at the gate. Standing there with shovels over their shoulders and bright yellow spelunking helmets on are Yumasaki and Karisawa, Masaomi's weird manga loving friends. Mikado's gotten to know them a little better since their first meeting, but he still thinks they are kind of crazy. Behind them is Kadota, who Mikado personally likes to refer to as their 'babysitter'.
But only in his head.
"Karisawa-san?" Mikado nods at the three of them. "Yumasaki-san, Kadota-san… what are you doing here?" Mikado bets that Togusa, the quiet guy with the van, is somewhere nearby as well.
"We're digging up buried treasure!" Karisawa states cheerfully. "X marks the spot, Mikado-kun!" Yumasaki nods along before he hoists his shovel and makes his own grand, and confusing, statement.
"I'm going to be king of the pirates!"
That one at least Mikado understands the context, but soon the two are off on a discussion of pirate manga and sub-genres of pirate stories and Mikado wasn't even aware there WAS a sub-genre to them… and the two of them begin to walk off in the direction of whatever buried treasure they're looking for. Suddenly Mikado realizes that THEIR buried treasure might be the buried time capsule that HE'S supposed to be looking for and-
"So, what are you doing here?"
Mikado jumps. It's weird, Kadota's a big guy, but he can move REALLY quietly. Or maybe it's just because Kadota is kind of quiet. He also kind of LOOMS, especially since the sun is starting to set now and it's beginning to get dark and all that sunlight is just highlighting how much bigger Kadota is in comparison to Mikado.
"U- I was…" Mikado swallows. Can he trust them? Maybe. Masaomi seemed to. "Izaya-san sent me to bring him the old Raijin time capsule that the school is going to dig up."
A second ticks by while Kadota and Mikado stare at each other. Mikado wonders what Kadota is thinking.
"They just want to dig it up, they'll let you have it afterwards." Kadota turns and walks off in the direction that Karisawa and Yumasaki had taken before, turning back a minute later when he realizes that Mikado is not following. "…are you coming?"
"Yes!" Mikado feels a relieved smile bloom across his face and he hurries to catch up. Maybe saving Kida isn't going to require the police after all!
The thought of being attracted to Kida and aroused by his moans is forgotten quickly.
Oh yay I was worried it had died!! I'm loving Mikado's worry and questons, and unff Kida's sounds are so juicy <3 thank you anon-san plz do not abandon DDX
"Mikado," Kida is panting into the mouthpiece, his words hazy and his voice laden with pain. "Whatever he wants don- Nnn!"
"Masaomi?!" Mikado presses the phone harder against the side of his face as if by doing so he will be able to hear Kida better, or get closer to where Kida is. "Masaomi, what is-"
"Nnn-Nn!" The pained moans go silent and Mikado's heart skips a beat. Then there is another sound reverberating through the tiny speakers of the cellphone.
"That Masaomi-kun, he's quite the fighter isn't he Mikado-kun?" It's Orihara Izaya on the other end and he sounds nonchalant and totally blasé, like he wasn't doing terrible horrible things to Mikado's friend at this very minute. "Aaah, it took me some time to subdue him! And then when I give him the phone and tell him exactly what to say… He disobeys. I suppose that's what makes little Kida Masaomi interesting though, isn't it, Mikado-kun?"
If Mikado was stronger he is sure that the grip he has on the cellphone would cause it to break, to shatter into a million pieces and fall to the paving of the park to be pecked at by pigeons. "Izaya-san, what are you doing to Masaomi?!" Mikado can't help the sheer outrage he feels at the thought of Izaya hurting Kida. Kida is a civilian! He wasn't involved in… in whatever Mikado and Izaya were doing. He wasn't a Dollars member, he wasn't a gangbanger, he was a nice guy who happened to be Mikado's friend. Mikado had a sinking feeling that was why Izaya had chosen Kida.
Although, Izaya and Kida did have past history that Mikado knew existed but did not know anything about.
"What am I doing?" Orihara Izaya's voice hums through the air. "At the moment, Mikado-kun, I'm sitting on him. Oh, and I'm holding a knife to his throat."
Mikado's blood goes cold again.
"I wasn't before but then he had to try and be a hero." Through the phone Mikado can hear what might have been a shout and might just have been static. "Do you know what happens to heroes, Masaomi-kun, Mikado-kun?" Izaya's voice drops an octave and a decibel point. "They die."
Sitting on a park bench with frozen limbs and ice cold blood Mikado feels powerless. What is he supposed to do? What can he do? Tell Izaya that as the leader of the Dollars he orders Izaya to stop? Izaya has so much he can hold over Mikado, and in truth there really isn't much Mikado can do to stop him. He can order people to search for Orihara Izaya but there is a good chance that most of the Dollars are scared of him, those that know who he is anyway. If Mikado asked Heiwajima Shizuo for help would the man help him? Except Shizuo was as scary as Izaya was.
Almost. Shizuo was not holding a knife to Mikado's best friend's throat right now.
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Mikado swallows and wishes he could take a drink of water but he does not want to risk anything. "What was it you wanted to talk about, Izaya-san?"
"I've got a little request to make~." It is disturbing how cheerful, nearly sing-song, Izaya can sound while at the same time being utterly malevolent. He's like a creepy villain from a kid's anime, the kind that wears clown paint or stalks little boys or both. "There is a time capsule buried on what used to be Raijin high school's grounds. I have on good authority that they plan to dig it up this year. I want you to retrieve it before anyone else does and bring it to me~."
Mikado knows that Raijin is the school that used to stand where Raira is now, and he knows that before it became Raira it was not exactly a nice school. There are all sorts of rumors about Raijin. There are ghost stories too, and Mikado has seen more than one group of students go out for a 'test of courage' during the lunch hour to the sections of the school that used to be a part of Raijin. Kida wanted to go on one and Mikado had been okay with it but apparently Anri was afraid of ghosts.
So they had not gone.
"What…" Mikado swallowed. "I want you to let Masa-"
"Let Masaomi-kun go?" Izaya cuts Mikado off and Mikado winces a bit at the unfortunate verb choice. "Oh no, you see, Masaomi-kun is going to keep me entertained while I wait for you to bring me the time capsule. For each half an hour you're not at my office, and do not worry Mikado-kun I will e-mail you the address, I am going to do something that you would consider utterly unspeakable to Masaomi-kun."
Frozen limbs and a tight throat. "Don't worry, he'll enjoy it."
A click, and the connection between them was cut.
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Keep up the good work anon, I'm enjoying you asshole Izaya so much.
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This, anon-san, THIS!!
THIS, is so dark and delightful~ I'm in love with how you portray Mikado's stress and worry and your Izaya is so sinfully deviant. Thank you so much for filling, anon, I really can't wait for more!
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And thanks for writing!
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Izaya presses the touch-screen to end the call and then he sets his phone on the side table. He makes sure to lean really far in order to set it out of Kida's reach and this leaning puts pressure on the knife at Kida's throat. Blood beads along the edge of the knife and dribbles down the side of Kida's throat. "Well, Masaomi-kun, now that that's all done." Izaya presses his knees down harder on Kida's hands just to trigger gritted teeth and a soft pained grunt. "We'll have plenty of time to play while your little friend is busy~."
"Leave Mikado out of this." Kida Masaomi is such an interesting human. He has such interesting eyes and emotions and reactions. He's just so… human. Especially in his failings.
"Such a little narcissist, Masaomi-kun." Izaya draws his knife down to play along the hemline of Kida's hoodie. The fabric is too thick for Izaya to cut without quite a bit of effort so Izaya has to think about what to do. "Do you really think this is all about you?"
He could leave the hoodie on, of course, but that would be depriving him of half of Kida's skin. He could ask Kida to take the hoodie off, but he doubts Kida would obey him. Plus he would have to let Kida have his hands free to do so and that just would not do. Despite what one might think of Kida Masaomi with his small size and small build the teenager was anything but weak. Izaya was strong, and fast, but the last thing he wanted to do was fight Kida again. The only way he had gotten Kida here after all was paying those three dear little kidnappers a hefty price to deliver Kida to him. They would be the ones to suffer from black eyes and bruised bodies for days.
Kida bites his lip and turns his head to the side. No doubt he is thinking to himself 'it's not about me or Mikado it's about you and your sick fantasies and your sick games', and really, isn't that so sweet of Kida? Kida Masaomi is not a teenager who believes the world revolves around him, but instead believes it revolves around one Orihara Izaya.
So sweet.
"It's not just about me, Masaomi-kun." Izaya brings out a set of handcuffs and grabs one of Kida's wrists. He pulls it up over Kida's head despite Kida's bucking and jerking and chains it to the headboard. "It's not just about you or Mikado-kun either. It's about all of us." Izaya holds Kida's free hand tightly and begins working the hoodie off of Kida. Eventually all of it bunches on the arm handcuffed to Izaya's headboard.
Which, by the way, he had to special order just to get the kind you could latch handcuffs too. It's solid oak and Izaya rather likes it. "This would be a great deal easier if you didn't fight me Masaomi-kun."
Kida's eyes are narrow with disgust. "But less fun for you."
Izaya pinches Kida's cheek and tugs Kida's head one way and then the other. Kida grits his teeth. "You pretend to know me so well, Masaomi-kun!" Izaya lets go of the irritated skin and pats Kida's cheek before leaning close. "But how well do you really know me?"
The answer is, of course, not at all. Poor Kida.
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"What do you do when you change for gym class, Masaomi-kun?" Izaya strokes the flat of the knife over a particularly vicious looking wound. Izaya can remember when Kida got it, the flare of his nostrils, the pale white tension in his face and the blood that had dripped off the end of his double ended claw nail pulled. It had been the moment Izaya met Masaomi Kida, the general of the Yellow Turbans, and it might even have been the minute Izaya first lusted after Masaomi.
"None of your business." Kida grunts through gritted teeth, snapping Izaya back to the present.
"So unpleasant." Izaya sets the knife aside and instead used his hands to explore Kida's chest. Kida's face slowly closes off, his eyes going distant and his teeth grinding together. Izaya smiles secretively while stroking fingers over scars, he pinches skin here and there, scratches, and finally he leans down to use his mouth to bite and suck and lick.
Kida's breath rasps through his nostrils, his chest rising and falling with increasing speed. A blush slowly spreads over Kida's body.
Izaya waits until he is sure Kida is hard before unbuttoning Kida's pants. "Don't do anything you'll regret later, Masaomi-kun." Slowly Izaya pulls Kida's pants off, ducking when Kida kicks at his head. He tsks and pins Kida's ankles to the bed. Kida lifts his head from where it has been resting on Izaya's pillow to glare at Izaya. "Do I need to restrain your legs too? That limits the positions so much, Masaomi-kun!" Izaya rubs circles on Kida's ankle bones while staring into Kida's angry golden eyes.
It takes a minute before Kida angrily jerks his head from side to side.
"Then don't kick me again." He lifts one of Kida's feet into the air and presses a kiss to Kida's ankle. Izaya pulls of Kida's socks and strokes his fingers over the soles of Kida's feet.
Kida's legs jerk and his toes curl. Izaya easily catches one of Kida's feet and holds onto Kida's ankle tightly while sliding one finger up and down the arch of Kida's foot. "Ticklish, Masaomi-kun?"
The muscles in Kida's legs jerk as Izaya strokes the bottom of his feet and he bites his bottom lip in an attempt to distract himself, the attempt fails. "I hate you." Kida rasps.
"I know." Izaya lets Kida's foot drop only so he can walk over to his bedside table and pick up a feather before he returns to his footboard. Looking at Kida stretched out on his bed, panic growing behind his brave front, makes Izaya's cock throb and his pants seem too tight. But anticipation only makes things better and Izaya is a master of stretching out the moment.
He starts by stroking the feather's tip over the tops of Kida's toes.
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Before starting a headlong rush back to Raira Mikado had briefly considered sending out a message to the Dollars. But no, that would be an irresponsible use of his resources. For one thing if Mikado summoned the dollars to dig up the time capsule they would no doubt want to know what was inside of it and he is positive that there would be no hope of calmly bringing it to Izaya's office. Also it would expose Mikado as the leader of the dollars and that is one of the last things he wants. Not that Mikado doesn't think that he'll be able to stay in the shadows forever but… being outed would probably ruin his quiet high school life with Anri and Masaomi.
Not that Masaomi was going to want anything to do with him after Izaya was finished. Even if Kida and Izaya had past history it was obvious Kida had been targeted because of Mikado.
Mikado barely makes it a block before he's gasping for breath and the muscles on his legs are burning. After that it's all he can do to keep up a sort of half-limping fast paced walk to Raira. It didn't take very long, maybe twenty minutes, but Mikado's stomach was filling with dread. At that very minute Kida Masaomi was being tortured by Izaya. His friend Kida. Would Izaya kill him? Was he a killer? If he did… well, if he did THAT was when Mikado would bring in the police.
Should he call the police now? Mikado halted at the entrance to Raira as the thought occurred to him. Should he? Kidnapping was a crime. Wasn't torture a crime? Probably. And blackmail! That was a crime… but Mikado still had no idea where Izaya actually lived and if he did report it to the police… Izaya was an information broker. He'd probably know the second Mikado made the call.
Mikado leans forward and presses his head against the rough brick of the wall that circles Raira. "I can't do that!"
The puppet theatre of Mikado's head was enacting all sorts of scenarios. Izaya would kill Kida if Mikado called the police! Or disappear into the countryside with Kida forever! Or… or let Kida go but expose Mikado as the leader of the dollars? And then Kida would hate him. …well, maybe. But the Dollars were MIKADO's secret. He didn't want to let Kida in on it.
Not yet. Eventually, maybe, but not yet.
Mikado was not paying any attention to time passing as he thought out various scenarios of what he could and could not do. Before he knew it his half hour was up and his phone was going off. The horror dawning anew on his face Mikado fumbles his phone out of his pocket and answers.
"Hello?!"
"H-ha-haaa." Breathy pants were audible through the receiver and Mikado blushes hotly. Was that… was that Kida? Was Kida making those noises? "Ah- ah ha ha ha. " Was that… was that laughter?
"Masaomi? What's going on?"
"Aaaa-ah h- st- Mika-ah… Nnn… Nn!" The panting laughter trailes off into a soft moan. "Sto- oh g-"
"N-nnn…"
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Izaya wasn't supposed to know that Kida was ticklish. He wasn't supposed to know about Kida's sensitive spots or the way Kida sounded out of breath. It was making Mikado… jealous. Yeah. Definitely jealous.
But that was stupid. He should feel UPSET, yes, defensive, maybe, but jealous? Kida was just his friend…
"Eh? Is that Mikado-kun?" A cheerful voice called out from Raira's gate and Mikado turns, halfway to the front door, to look back at the gate. Standing there with shovels over their shoulders and bright yellow spelunking helmets on are Yumasaki and Karisawa, Masaomi's weird manga loving friends. Mikado's gotten to know them a little better since their first meeting, but he still thinks they are kind of crazy. Behind them is Kadota, who Mikado personally likes to refer to as their 'babysitter'.
But only in his head.
"Karisawa-san?" Mikado nods at the three of them. "Yumasaki-san, Kadota-san… what are you doing here?" Mikado bets that Togusa, the quiet guy with the van, is somewhere nearby as well.
"We're digging up buried treasure!" Karisawa states cheerfully. "X marks the spot, Mikado-kun!" Yumasaki nods along before he hoists his shovel and makes his own grand, and confusing, statement.
"I'm going to be king of the pirates!"
That one at least Mikado understands the context, but soon the two are off on a discussion of pirate manga and sub-genres of pirate stories and Mikado wasn't even aware there WAS a sub-genre to them… and the two of them begin to walk off in the direction of whatever buried treasure they're looking for. Suddenly Mikado realizes that THEIR buried treasure might be the buried time capsule that HE'S supposed to be looking for and-
"So, what are you doing here?"
Mikado jumps. It's weird, Kadota's a big guy, but he can move REALLY quietly. Or maybe it's just because Kadota is kind of quiet. He also kind of LOOMS, especially since the sun is starting to set now and it's beginning to get dark and all that sunlight is just highlighting how much bigger Kadota is in comparison to Mikado.
"U- I was…" Mikado swallows. Can he trust them? Maybe. Masaomi seemed to. "Izaya-san sent me to bring him the old Raijin time capsule that the school is going to dig up."
A second ticks by while Kadota and Mikado stare at each other. Mikado wonders what Kadota is thinking.
"They just want to dig it up, they'll let you have it afterwards." Kadota turns and walks off in the direction that Karisawa and Yumasaki had taken before, turning back a minute later when he realizes that Mikado is not following. "…are you coming?"
"Yes!" Mikado feels a relieved smile bloom across his face and he hurries to catch up. Maybe saving Kida isn't going to require the police after all!
The thought of being attracted to Kida and aroused by his moans is forgotten quickly.
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