Masaomi hisses at the sting and shivers run down his spine as Mikado chastely chuckles and proceeds to let yet another burn form onto his bare chest.
"Was it nice, Masaomi? When you stayed with a girl who suffered with you, and left the ones who suffered without you behind? I wouldn't have taken you for so cruel."
How long has it been since the first time he found himself like this, taken aback by shock, thinking it was all perhaps just a bad dream, just a game, that it can't be true, that it isn't true, it isn't the Mikado he knows and has loved so dearly all these years, but everything is in fact the undeniable reality and there is nothing he can do as he lay across the wall tied up immobile? He can't even recall when he cries out at another long, hot burn hurting too much, more than it should.
"Not that it would have mattered to you... Deep inside, you're not all that different from that Izaya guy."
He clenches his teeth and averts his gaze, focusing on the ground. He's shaking. He can't understand the reason this was happening - why was it happening?
Why?
"Why?" he asks, so inaudibly he's not quite sure if he really did say it out loud or just thought of it, the despair being more than evident.
"Hm? Say something, Masaomi?" Mikado purrs softly, his angelic smile akin to the ones he would always flash when he laughed with joy. Those smiles were bright, sincere. They would light up the room and take all of Masaomi's worries away, as he sure he was beholding the epitome of innocence; now, it leaves a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He wants to hate him, he really does. It would be so much easier if he left him and never came back, full of despise, anger, everything he should be feeling. And yet... All he could feel was love, the same love he had held as long as he can remember himself and was just so happy when he could show it, as Mikado showed no sign of remorse underneath him.
Masaomi had been holding it far too long - he breaks, and his tears run abundant, all too softly and ever so quietly besides the occasional hitched breath.
And Mikado laughs; he laughs wholeheartedly, loving it as his efforts finally prevail and he gets what he wants.
All these salty tears, each one for him and him only, each one filled with the most honest feelings from the depths of Masaomi's heart, all just for him, as his pained face seems like it has never before been so adorable.
Throwing the lighter aside, he strokes Masaomi's cheek as gently as gentle can be, and places a soft peck on his lips.
"That's right, you'll always come back for me."
And the meaning behind that whisper causes another sob to be caught in Masaomi's throat.
Fill for the Durarara! kink meme, prompt: "Anyone/Anyone; One likes seeing the other cry and does everything they can to make them do so because they think they look 'cute'."
;n; I love Masaomi, I really do. Especially in the novels. This is just something quick I wrote to cure my boredom in the afternoon before I start studying for my Maths exam tomorrow, and I've been taking a break from the usual mushy stuff I used to write (which you may or may not have stumbled upon when I was under a different username in different fandoms) so I wouldn't call it my best work, but I'm rather pleased nonetheless.