Sdkfsksdjf! This is my first fanfiction. ;A; And I had to be bold, and go for the yaoi. |'3 I just hope I write it well....... SORRY IF I DON'T, AND YOU READ IT, AND DIE. TAT

Pairing: IzayaxKida (Kizaya~!)
Rating: M
Warnings: YAOI, rape, underage sex
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!, Kida, or Izaya, sadly. T___T

And if you don't like the thought of two guys getting all hot and sweaty all over each other....... dsfjsdfjasl! -slaps self- THEN BY JESUS, DO NOT READ THIS. eAe YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDDDDDD!

"A-A h.. Orihara-san..." He threw his head back. His face was painted red, and his eyelids stayed only half-open.

"Mhm. You're soo tight ~" Orihara chuckled, only thrusting himself further into the fragile boy, who was on the verge of breaking.

Gripping whatever he could find as tightly as possible, Kida moaned into each thrust that Orihara dealt to him. He couldn't tell if his moans were due to the pain or the pleasure, because both had taken such a hold on him that even the slightest thought would be swept away by what the older man was doing to him.

He hadn't wanted this. No, he hadn't wanted this at all. But with Orihara, he had no say in the matter. He could scream and cry and call out for help all he wanted, but Orihara would pay no attention to him, and continue his sick pleasure-filled game.

"Face it, Kida-kun." Orihara would say every time. "You can't resist, so why not just give in?"

Kida couldn't count on his fingers how many times he'd heard that disgusting sentence. Every time those words would leisurely slip out from Orihara's lips, it sickened him even more. He wanted to be free from these horrible situations that would always, no matter how hard he'd try to avoid them, sneak up on him and attack.

Orihara thrust deep into Kida's defenseless, shaking body, which stopped his thoughts short.

Oh no.. A feeling was beginning to engulf him. That feeling. The feeling he hated more than anything. Desire. The pain in which he had been enduring slowly dulled, making room for the raw feeling which he tried his hardest to deny. I can't... give in...

How had this happened? How had he been stuck in a situation like this? Lying naked in an alley, with his legs hauled over the also naked red-eyed man's shoulders. Taken hard and mercilessly without any real feelings besides want and desire. Filled to the brim with pleasure mixed with pain. He hadn't wanted this.

"O-Orihara-san!" Kida gasped as one of Orihara's hands began tending to the needs of his neglected member. Did this man know of the desire building up within him? Orihara slowly pumped him, and Kida moaned along, his back arching more. He hadn't noticed that the thrusting had stopped, until it started again, matching with the rhythm of Orihara's strokes.

He felt dirty. This man's hands had claimed all of him so many time already, that the blonde wondered how the older man hadn't gotten bored with his body yet. Orihara almost had a routine of how he fondled the younger male, thrusting first, pumping next. I really wish I could pass on what's coming ne-

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden jolt he felt go through him. He moaned and came at the same time, as Orihara hit his sensitive spot. Shaking violently, he knew what would come next. He knew, and feared it. It was the part with the least amount of pleasure and the most pain. Even though Kida refused to think that he enjoyed any of this, he was always glad to feel pleasure, so that pain wouldn't be the only thing in his body.

"I-Izaya!" His eyes were watering. He wanted to die. He didn't want this! But Izaya just thrust into the spot again, making Kida call out his name louder, his voice more hoarse.

"My my Kida-kun~" Orihara Izaya chuckled at him. He always seemed to be chuckling. "You sure seem to be enjoying me being inside you~" Izaya's pace suddenly slowed, and came to a stop altogether.

Oh no. It's coming. Kida cringed, attempting to prepare himself physically and mentally for what he knew was coming. He dreaded this part. He twitched, not quite adjusted yet to the empty feeling that came as Izaya pulled himself out of the blonde. Now is my best chance to escape...

Kida started to almost flail underneath Izaya, trying his hardest to push the male off of him. "O-Orihara-san... Don't you think this is far enough for tonight?" Kida protested.

"Please call me Izaya." He almost giggled, if that was even possible for the man, as he pinned Kida's arms above his head. His eyes narrowed, capturing the other's and holding his gaze. "You're not getting out of this, Masaomi."

Kida flinched. Izaya only spoke his given name when he was serious. He didn't want Izaya to be serious. For that would mean he had absolutely no chance of escaping from the red-eyed male's sick game. But he continued to struggle. He knew, better than anyone, that Izaya would make it hurt if he struggled, but make it hurt more if he didn't.

"Orihara-san... please..." Shallow breaths were all he could form after speaking. His fear was getting to him, making his heart race, his breathing quicken. He didn't want this. He gazed into Izaya's eyes with his own terrified ones, hoping, praying, that Izaya would understand and not going any further. He knew it was hopeless, but he had to try.

As Izaya swiftly grabbed his jacket from the other side of the alley, Kida began wondering, how did he even get here? How had this all started? But he was soo deep in Izaya's web of lies, that it was impossible to remember exactly when he had been caught. An object was pulled out of Izaya's coat pocket, and upon seeing it, Kida squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could.

How did I get into this mess?

A/N: Now we're going back in time to around when Kida first moved to Ikebukuro, just so you know ~

Kanra-san,

I'm not depressed. I'm not upset. They think they know. They think they understand. But... they don't. How could they? When was the last time they asked me how I felt? No... When was the last time they paid any real attention to me at all? I hate it here. I hate this city. I never wanted to come here... But did my opinion matter? No. Will it ever? No. I didn't want to leave my old home. I didn't want to leave Mikado... Ah. Sorry. Have I told you about Mikado before, Kanra-san? He was my best friend. We spent all of our time together. I still chat with him over the internet, but it's... just not the same, ya know? I miss hearing his voice clearly. I miss feeling him next to me. I miss feeling his heat. His warmth. I miss... Oh. Sorry Kanra-san. When I start thinking about Mikado, I just can't stop...

Thank you for always being here for me, Kanra-san. You pay attention to me, and I appreciate that so much. If you weren't here, I don't know how I'd get through everything. Isn't there... something I can do for you?

Bakyura

The brunette sighed, folding which he had just written into the shape he wanted. Pushing slightly on his desk to expand the space between it and him, Kida Masaomi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

This day was starting out the same as all the previous ones. Wake up and write a letter to Kanra-san during the earliest hours, sleep for another hour or two, go to school, then come home and sleep. That had been his daily routine since the first day he had communicated with the mysterious person known as 'Kanra.' Thinking of the one person now that actually paid attention to him, Kida Masaomi smiled.

Kanra-san... Who is Kanra-san really? I don't know anything about him. Is Kanra-san even a 'him'? I want to know more about you, Kanra-san...

Brown orbs traveled the room, but stopped on the clock. "Ah! I'm laaate~!" He yelled, jumping out of his chair. He quickly stripped his pajamas and slid on his uniform. He skipped his way out of his room and through the hall, making sure not to crinkle the inanimate bird that he was holding carefully in his hands. He ran through the empty house and into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast in his mouth. Slipping on his shoes, he burst out the door to his always quiet home.

Ah. I can finally smile again. And it's all thanks to you, Kanra-san. Kida Masaomi placed his paper crane on top of his family mailbox and walked away.

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT? ... asjdasdjakl It's a total failure, and it's really confusing, yes. :'I BUT DO NOT FEAR! For I have written A LOT MORE in my story spiral, so all will be explained soon. ;'3 And you don't have to worry about waiting long for chapters with me.... Because all I ever do in school is write this. :'T ... My teachers get mad, and my friends who don't know anime (WHICH IS LIKE, ALL OF THEM) wonder what I'm writing about. |'D

Do you think I was too outgoing... trying a sex scene right off the bat? ;//A//; It's not really that explicit... But it was still my first sex scene, so I like, DIED writing it. *A* -nosebleeds- Please please please do review, and tell me if you like it. '3 AND IF THERE'S ANYTHING THAT REALLY CONFUSES YOU, I'll answer questions through PMs. '3