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Izaya masturbates while thinking about Humanity and is shocked when Mikado comes into his thoughts.
Whatever you do from there is up to you Anons
Kudos if the A!A makes him take action on these thoughts
Izaya watched them from the window, humans, his trousers unbuttoned, his hands wrapped around his penis. There was no pleasure in it, anymore, humanity doesn't arouse him as it once did, his orgasm were less powerful, there was nothing. He moaned for a while, as he got use to the sensation of his cold fingers on his warm cock. It wasn't out of pleasure, he knew, but the sharp biting of the cold. Is he falling out of love with humanity? No, it isn't that, it can't be that. It is what sustains his work, what continues to sustain him- his lust for immortality, his drive, all his goals- there would be no point to it without humanity. Another moan, why was he still doing this? It felt obligatory now, like he has to do this, he does this to confirm that he still loves humanity. He gained no pleasure from it, yet, he must continue to pretend to- for whom? For whom does he keep this stupid act? No one was watching him, no one can see him. Maybe he does this for himself- no- ridiculous, he knows that it has long ceased being pleasurable. Izaya pumped slowly, gradually speeding up. No, he doesn't like it, his body has since tired of it, and wanting him to stop, yet, here he was, still wanking away- against both his reason and his baser instincts. He finally let go, his penis still half flaccid.
"Lo, I teach you the Ubermensch." He softly laughed, "He that can't even sin correctly."
Izaya sat down again, rummaging through his piles and piles of paper. Mikado, he thought. He remember when he had those soft locks of hair burying his hands, when that deceptively childish face and those guiling and innocent eyes were his, that dependence, that gentleness, that naiveté- Izaya smiled at the thought. Their picture was still on his desk- no, it's no good, Izaya thought, as he planted the picture down, there was nothing in reminiscing. He was the one to break off the relationship- and why shouldn't he? Mikado was, despite his maturity, still a child, was, despite his depths, still too unworldly, and he, he cannot afford to have something to baggage him down. No, it was stupid to hide himself from it. He put the picture back up, standing, as it did, and, Izaya thinks, as it shall always will. He does miss him, and no matter how much he acts otherwise, he is capable of regret. Mikado, he thinks to himself, they never went kissing and risqué suggestions- how would it have been to have actually had sex with him? Izaya was hard again, he wraps his fingers around it, pumping it, slowly, Mikado, he was inexperience, he would try to hide it from him, Mikado trusted him, yet Mikado knew he shouldn't trust him- he was always like that, Izaya fondly thought, he would always put on three layers for the both of them, one that was passive and sweet on the outside, one aggressive in the inside, and, below that, one that naively trusts him for the world, the one that Mikado tried, with all his heart, to kill.
"Mikado," Izaya moaned, and he moved faster and faster. Did his love shift from humanity to Mikado? No, no, it didn't matter. Mikado trusts him- maybe that is what led him to love him. Nobody trusted him. Kida didn't trust him, he trusted Saki- Mikado, he trusted him completely, even when he knows he shouldn't. Humanity doesn't trust him either, they all hate him. Mikado still completely trusts him, he has given him his heart- Izaya relished that feeling, for someone to act beyond sense and trust him with something that important. "Mikado," Izaya moaned again as he came. He looked at the sticky web of cum on his fingers, "Mikado, I'm sorry."