Izaya grinned down at Kida. The blonde was on the ground with hands bound behind his back with duct tape, pants thrown aside, and an oversized dildo shoved inside him at an awkward angle. He wondered lazily if he should finish the assault or leave the boy to be found like that. On one hand, humiliation was delicious. On the other though, the tightness of Kida's ass was simply divine.
While he pondered his options, he didn't see the figure looming behind him with the pipe. He was so attuned to the sound of his name being called and that powerful fall of footsteps that something lighter, something more stealthy simply didn't register.
Orihara Izaya fell to the ground in a heap and Mikado glared down at him. He grinded his foot into the man's back for a moment, looking for signs of consciousness. When none stirred, he let his face soften and stooped beside Kida.
His best friend looked at him in a daze and then as exactly who it was there before him registered, his eyes filled with tears. He let his head loll forward, trying to hide his shame. Mikado wordlessly reached around, unbinding his hands. He tried not to look when Kida pulled out the sex toy lodged inside him, but couldn't keep his ears from hearing the pained whimper that came with it. The smaller boy avoided looking as clothing was pulled back on. Kida shuffled out the alley wordlessly, limping and weary and looking as if any moment he'd shatter into a million pieces.
Mikado stared at the ground and then picked up the dildo. There were traces of blood.
He kicked Izaya in the head with a scream. There was a grunt in reply. Mikado stooped at the man's side, finding what he needed in his coat pocket--the duct tape.
When Orihara Izaya woke, his hands were bound behind his back with duct tape and there was a noticeable draft on his vital regions. And Ryuugamine Mikado was glaring at him with fire in his eyes, a rage with a force that would make even Shizuo back away.
It looked like Izaya was about to open his big mouth. So the schoolboy slapped him upside the face with the dildo, causing Izaya's head to snap to the side. That would leave a bruise.
"How many times, Orihara Izaya?"
There was blood coming from his mouth, but he laughed. "How many times what?" He found himself cockslapped again for the laughter.
"How many times have you hurt him?"
"I never bothered to count."
Even Orihara Izaya couldn't help but cry out at the feeling of a dildo being jammed inside him that hard, that quickly. His head laid back against the wall and he gasped at the pain.
The usually quiet boy was rigid with anger and practically snarling. "I'll never forgive you." He grasped at the dildo, yanked it out, then shoved it back in hard. Izaya's second pained cry caused him no disturbance or reaction. Mikado repeated the act over in over with a stoney expression until Izaya was withering in pain and blood trickled from his ass.
"I bet you laughed at him, for getting hard from this. But look at you. You're just as much a slave to your body as he is." There was something dangerous in Mikado's voice as he commented on the state of Izaya's erection. "I bet you got him off and laughed in his face. I bet you made him feel ashamed. Like a whore. And you knew he was too proud to tell anyone and too weak to stop you."
Before Izaya could comment, he was slapped.
"He's not your toy anymore."
Izaya's own flick blade was held dangerously close to his cock. He shuddered as the flat of it, the cold metal, pressed against the head of his cock. And then, when Mikado nicked his erection with the blade, Orihara Izaya came with a grunt.
"If I see you touch him again, next time you'll find this jammed inside you instead of a toy." Mikado flung the flick blade on the ground near Izaya before turning and walking away, leaving the information broker exposed in the alley--bound, bleeding, and a sticky mess.
Orihara Izaya began to laugh hysterically. Now that was fun. He'd have to play with Kida again if this was what it got him.
Re: FILL not OP
anonymous
February 15 2010, 00:31:52 UTC
O_O Oh man! That was brilliant! I'm so glad that people see that protective bad ass potential in Mikado! It's down right sexy. and Izaya was perfectly IC<3 I would love to see the aftermath with Mikado comforting Kida.
FLUFF followup
anonymous
February 15 2010, 01:23:30 UTC
Kida skipped school for two days and didn't return any phone calls or texts. He didn't sign on to any of the chat rooms and emails went unanswered.
When he finally was back in class, he was smiling and jolly as ever. Nothing had ever happened, it would seem to anyone. Everything seemed fine--unless you really knew Kida. He wouldn't look at Mikado, for one thing. An idle observer wouldn't realize it, but to Mikado it was obvious. Kida looked past him, to the wall behind him. Or at his tie. He wouldn't meet his eyes. The bravado and happy behavior was the same as usual, but Kida touched no one. He didn't nudge his friends in the ribs or drape himself on anyone's shoulders. He wouldn't even lean close. There was a space there, a protective bubble.
They talked about things that didn't matter during the school day and laughed and smiled and nothing was wrong at all. Until it was time to leave.
"I'll walk you home." Mikado offered. Kida stared forward, already walking ahead of his friend.
"Ah~! Taking responsibility for me! We're not even dating, Mi~ka~do~. Such gentlemanly behavior, wasted on me! Oh, Anri-chan! Your prince has galloped in the wrong direction! What is wrong with the horse!"
Mikado walked faster to keep pace, to be at his side. And then, without thinking, he grabbed Kida's hand.
"I am taking responsibility for you." It was plain and blunt and honest. There was no hint of sarcasm or pity.
Kida halted his hurried stride and pulled his hand away, but turned to face his friend. His facade was falling, expression fading into a frown. He was finally meeting Mikado's eyes. And meeting Mikado's eyes hurt, like a knife in his chest.
There were things Mikado never needed to know. There was a darkness Kida never wanted Mikado to see. But now his friend had not only stepped into the shadows but seen him assaulted by them. He was no longer Kida the street-wise, cool guy. Now he was a victim, someone who couldn't protect himself or anyone else. Not a person Mikado could look to for anything at all. Izaya had rendered him useless, worthless. He stripped him of the identity he was most proud of.
"M-Mikado..."
"It wasn't your fault." It really wasn't. If anything, there was the nagging feeling the fault was his own. He had seen the signs earlier. The way Kida absolutely changed when around Izaya, into a meek person that was not him. The way his eyes would widen and he'd stare, as if afraid to look away. He knew something had happened, but he had no idea of the extent of it. "I don't think less of you, either. Orihara Izaya is a monster and a psychopath who preys on people."
Kida was staring at the ground, looking as dazed and broken as he had that day when Mikado found him in the alley.
Because Kida wouldn't touch him, wouldn't touch anyone--Mikado touched him. He pulled Kida into a tight hug, not caring how it looked.
"You don't have to pretend with me."
Mikado felt relief wash over him--Kida's arms had wrapped around him and he was returning the hug. A laugh started to bubble out the blonde. It was nervous and awkward and trying to cover the hurt and pretend it was okay. But Kida was leaning into the hug and holding tight. That was all the honesty that they needed between each other.
Re: FLUFF followup
anonymous
February 15 2010, 04:24:58 UTC
"I am taking responsibility for you."
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My heart strings! You tug them! Simply lovely! And I honestly think they're going to need to have a conversation like this at some point. Kida does a lot of pretending around Mikado and I don't think he's going to be able to keep it up forever.
Re: FLUFF followup
anonymous
February 25 2010, 10:30:16 UTC
arrrgh this is beautiful and my heart hurt. mikado's line about taking responsibility for kida touched me. :( kida does put up a facade, and i like that the story ended with this sweet, platonic(?) understanding bewteen them.
While he pondered his options, he didn't see the figure looming behind him with the pipe. He was so attuned to the sound of his name being called and that powerful fall of footsteps that something lighter, something more stealthy simply didn't register.
Orihara Izaya fell to the ground in a heap and Mikado glared down at him. He grinded his foot into the man's back for a moment, looking for signs of consciousness. When none stirred, he let his face soften and stooped beside Kida.
His best friend looked at him in a daze and then as exactly who it was there before him registered, his eyes filled with tears. He let his head loll forward, trying to hide his shame. Mikado wordlessly reached around, unbinding his hands. He tried not to look when Kida pulled out the sex toy lodged inside him, but couldn't keep his ears from hearing the pained whimper that came with it. The smaller boy avoided looking as clothing was pulled back on. Kida shuffled out the alley wordlessly, limping and weary and looking as if any moment he'd shatter into a million pieces.
Mikado stared at the ground and then picked up the dildo. There were traces of blood.
He kicked Izaya in the head with a scream. There was a grunt in reply. Mikado stooped at the man's side, finding what he needed in his coat pocket--the duct tape.
When Orihara Izaya woke, his hands were bound behind his back with duct tape and there was a noticeable draft on his vital regions. And Ryuugamine Mikado was glaring at him with fire in his eyes, a rage with a force that would make even Shizuo back away.
It looked like Izaya was about to open his big mouth. So the schoolboy slapped him upside the face with the dildo, causing Izaya's head to snap to the side. That would leave a bruise.
"How many times, Orihara Izaya?"
There was blood coming from his mouth, but he laughed. "How many times what?" He found himself cockslapped again for the laughter.
"How many times have you hurt him?"
"I never bothered to count."
Even Orihara Izaya couldn't help but cry out at the feeling of a dildo being jammed inside him that hard, that quickly. His head laid back against the wall and he gasped at the pain.
The usually quiet boy was rigid with anger and practically snarling. "I'll never forgive you." He grasped at the dildo, yanked it out, then shoved it back in hard. Izaya's second pained cry caused him no disturbance or reaction. Mikado repeated the act over in over with a stoney expression until Izaya was withering in pain and blood trickled from his ass.
"I bet you laughed at him, for getting hard from this. But look at you. You're just as much a slave to your body as he is." There was something dangerous in Mikado's voice as he commented on the state of Izaya's erection. "I bet you got him off and laughed in his face. I bet you made him feel ashamed. Like a whore. And you knew he was too proud to tell anyone and too weak to stop you."
Before Izaya could comment, he was slapped.
"He's not your toy anymore."
Izaya's own flick blade was held dangerously close to his cock. He shuddered as the flat of it, the cold metal, pressed against the head of his cock. And then, when Mikado nicked his erection with the blade, Orihara Izaya came with a grunt.
"If I see you touch him again, next time you'll find this jammed inside you instead of a toy." Mikado flung the flick blade on the ground near Izaya before turning and walking away, leaving the information broker exposed in the alley--bound, bleeding, and a sticky mess.
Orihara Izaya began to laugh hysterically. Now that was fun. He'd have to play with Kida again if this was what it got him.
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When he finally was back in class, he was smiling and jolly as ever. Nothing had ever happened, it would seem to anyone. Everything seemed fine--unless you really knew Kida. He wouldn't look at Mikado, for one thing. An idle observer wouldn't realize it, but to Mikado it was obvious. Kida looked past him, to the wall behind him. Or at his tie. He wouldn't meet his eyes. The bravado and happy behavior was the same as usual, but Kida touched no one. He didn't nudge his friends in the ribs or drape himself on anyone's shoulders. He wouldn't even lean close. There was a space there, a protective bubble.
They talked about things that didn't matter during the school day and laughed and smiled and nothing was wrong at all. Until it was time to leave.
"I'll walk you home." Mikado offered. Kida stared forward, already walking ahead of his friend.
"Ah~! Taking responsibility for me! We're not even dating, Mi~ka~do~. Such gentlemanly behavior, wasted on me! Oh, Anri-chan! Your prince has galloped in the wrong direction! What is wrong with the horse!"
Mikado walked faster to keep pace, to be at his side. And then, without thinking, he grabbed Kida's hand.
"I am taking responsibility for you." It was plain and blunt and honest. There was no hint of sarcasm or pity.
Kida halted his hurried stride and pulled his hand away, but turned to face his friend. His facade was falling, expression fading into a frown. He was finally meeting Mikado's eyes. And meeting Mikado's eyes hurt, like a knife in his chest.
There were things Mikado never needed to know. There was a darkness Kida never wanted Mikado to see. But now his friend had not only stepped into the shadows but seen him assaulted by them. He was no longer Kida the street-wise, cool guy. Now he was a victim, someone who couldn't protect himself or anyone else. Not a person Mikado could look to for anything at all. Izaya had rendered him useless, worthless. He stripped him of the identity he was most proud of.
"M-Mikado..."
"It wasn't your fault." It really wasn't. If anything, there was the nagging feeling the fault was his own. He had seen the signs earlier. The way Kida absolutely changed when around Izaya, into a meek person that was not him. The way his eyes would widen and he'd stare, as if afraid to look away. He knew something had happened, but he had no idea of the extent of it. "I don't think less of you, either. Orihara Izaya is a monster and a psychopath who preys on people."
Kida was staring at the ground, looking as dazed and broken as he had that day when Mikado found him in the alley.
Because Kida wouldn't touch him, wouldn't touch anyone--Mikado touched him. He pulled Kida into a tight hug, not caring how it looked.
"You don't have to pretend with me."
Mikado felt relief wash over him--Kida's arms had wrapped around him and he was returning the hug. A laugh started to bubble out the blonde. It was nervous and awkward and trying to cover the hurt and pretend it was okay. But Kida was leaning into the hug and holding tight. That was all the honesty that they needed between each other.
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I really love how you portray him. Very IC, and the fic is lovely <3
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My heart strings! You tug them! Simply lovely! And I honestly think they're going to need to have a conversation like this at some point. Kida does a lot of pretending around Mikado and I don't think he's going to be able to keep it up forever.
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and translate others from the kink meme. MAY I? MAY I?
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For some reason, the part I loved best was Izaya liking it and wanting more.
(Someone shoot me for wanting to see more between Izaya and Mikado alkfhalfksa;fsa;fsa; bondage sex).
I KNEW MIKADO COULD DO IT.
You have also officially turned this pairing from a non-existent dream pairing into my OTP ♥.
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