I do not own Durarara!
In THIS story:
1) Izaya has brownish-red eyes that lean more towards red
2) He is about a foot taller than Masaomi because I am a fan of the seme being a fair bit taller than the uke.
3) Kida is lighter than the official 5 kg lighter than Izaya; he is easily lifted by Izaya.
4) IzaKida forever!
That is all. Enjoy!
Izaya Orihara.
The 23-year-old information broker was nothing but bad news. He was manipulative, sadistic, and possibly a psychopath. Those were the words that came to Masaomi Kida's mind as he stood outside the man's apartment complex.
It had been months since Izaya last called the boy; Kida had hoped for a longer period of absence—forever, preferably. The information broker ruined his life, and it had taken a long time to recover from Izaya's game. He knew that he should've ignored the message, but found himself unable to refuse the request. Whether it was out of fear, curiosity, attraction, or a mix of the three, Kida walked into the building and prepared himself to face whatever Izaya had in store for him. He knocked on the door and entered the home.
"Ah, Kida, I'm glad you came," called a voice across the room. He turned in his chair and bridged his fingers as he spoke.
"What do you want from me?" Kida replied bitingly.
"Don't speak so coldly, Kida-kun. You'll hurt my feelings." Izaya pouted. He paused, waiting for a retort, but was answered with silence instead. "Take a seat. I have a few questions for you."
"I'd rather stand."
"Fine." Izaya sighed. "How is your friend, Ryugamine-kun, doing lately?"
"Why?" Kida demanded.
"It's a simple question, Kida-kun. Stop being so standoffish," he replied with annoyance.
Kida realized that making Izaya angry wouldn't end well. "He's dating Anri now. After all the madness, they finally opened up to each other. He seems really happy."
"Are you jealous?" Izaya mused.
"No, of course not! They're my best friends. I'm happy for them."
"Don't you ever feel that you're getting in the way of their relationship?" Izaya smiled.
"I… What do you mean?" Kida furrowed his eyebrows.
"Don't you feel like… What's the phrase…a third wheel?"
"I guess I never thought about it that way," he replied quietly. He looked at his shoes and pulled on his shirt hem.
"Maybe you should give them time to be alone," Izaya suggested. "I have a job for you to do in the meantime." Kida looked at him, but said nothing. The information broker knew exactly how to manipulate the teen. Izaya opened a desk drawer and flung a letter on the desk between them. "I need you to deliver this to Shizu-chan for me." Izaya grinned widely, waiting for Masaomi's reaction.
"N-no way! I could get killed by just mentioning your name to him!" Kida yelled. He looked at the ground again nervously.
"Don't be so dramatic." Izaya moved around the desk to where the teen stood. "I wouldn't let you get killed. I still have use for you." He placed a finger under the boy's chin. "Don't you know to look at someone when they're talking to you? Be polite, Kida-kun."
Kida slapped the hand away and looked into the man's eyes, his expression blank. "What exactly should I do with it?"
"That's much better. You should always be this obedient with me." Izaya spun around and ended up behind the boy. Hands lightly gripped Kida's shoulders. Hot breath made him shudder as the man spoke directly into his ear, "All you need to do is slip it under his door. You don't have to hand it directly to him."
"Wha-what does it say?" Kida tensed from the man's closeness; he wanted to move away, but found that his legs weren't working properly.
"That's my business. You're merely a messenger." Izaya slid his hand down the boy's side to place the envelope in his pocket.
Kida cleared his throat, very aware of the hand lingering on his hip. "Why can't you do it?"
"Because…" Izaya slid the other hand down and ghosted his lips against the shaking boy's ear. "Then I wouldn't have an excuse to call you here."
"Why would you want me here if you didn't have a job for me?" Kida questioned.
The man lightly pressed his lips against Masaomi's neck, and then returned to his desk. He rested his chin on his hand and smiled. "I'll let you figure that out yourself." Izaya immediately returned to his computer work, typing for a while before looking back at the now imposing boy. "I didn't mean now," he snapped. "Deliver the letter and I'll contact you in the next few days."
Kida paused, and then awkwardly left the apartment. That was…weird.
A tall blond burst through the door, nearly hurling it off its frame. "Stupid flea, you piss me off!"
Izaya removed his hands from the keyboard and looked at the man. "Namie-san, you can take the rest of the day off," he said to a rather frightened young secretary. She collected her things and rapidly sped out the door. After it shut, he spoke again, with the same even tone, "Is there something you want to talk about, Shizu-chan? I have an appointment soon, so let's make this quick."
"I'll make it quick," Shizuo mumbled. He ran around the desk to grab the man, but the chair was empty.
"Can't we discuss things without an attempt on my life?" Izaya asked from the other side of the desk. His hand felt for the switchblade in his coat pocket. He always kept it with him, but the man habitually checked every time he faced a strong opponent like Shizuo Heiwajima.
"You lost that opportunity after sending me those pictures," Shizuo growled.
Izaya smirked. Shizuo was acting exactly how he'd expected, and he loved being right. "It would be in your interest to cooperate with me. I have copies." Izaya hopped onto his desk and sat cross-legged facing the bartender. He wasn't a threat for the time being.
"Copies?" The man's glasses were absent, and Izaya basked in the mixture of confusion, helplessness, and anger in his chestnut eyes.
Izaya chuckled. "What? Did you really think I'd send you my only evidence? There's no point in that." Izaya continued amusedly as the man tried to comprehend the situation, "Honestly, Shizu-chan, I thought you were smart enough to figure that out. I guess I gave you too much credit."
"That's enough!" the man exclaimed. He reached for the informant a second time, but the result was the same.
"Don't you want to know why I'm blackmailing you?" Izaya had somehow managed to jump onto Shizuo's back and hold his switchblade to the man's throat. Shizuo would've rammed the smaller man into a wall, but Izaya had predicted that and used the knife to prevent it. He despised how Izaya was always three steps ahead of everyone else.
"Because you're a sick, twisted bastard?" he grunted.
Izaya fell to the floor and sauntered to his couch. "Possibly, but there is a specific reason for this."
"Oh?" Shizuo replied, half-interested. All he wanted was to pound the small pest into nothing. He sat down on the adjoining side of the "L" shaped couch instead.
The information broker inwardly applauded himself. The bartender was right where he wanted him. "You see, I've known about your secret for awhile, Shizu-chan." Izaya laid his arms across the top of the couch and placed a foot on his knee. Shizuo shifted uncomfortably. "I won't torture you for now, but I do have a request."
Izaya opened his mouth to continue when a knock struck the apartment door. He looked at the clock. "It's 16:30 already? Well, I guess it can't be helped… Come in, Kida-kun!"
Kida opened the door. He froze when he saw Shizuo on the couch.
"Hey, you little flea. We were having a conversation," the blond barked.
"We still can. Come here, Kida-kun," he chimed. "Shizu-chan, this is Masaomi Kida. I'm sure you two know each other." Izaya didn't wait for a response to continue. "Kida won't repeat anything either of us says. He knows better than to disobey me."
"But I…"
The raven-haired man patted the couch next to him and watched the teen awkwardly drop his bag and sit down. "Don't be so tense," said Izaya. "You should relax more." Izaya flung Kida's legs onto the couch and placed the teen's head in his lap. "Much better."
Kida was about to object when the third man cleared his throat.
"Ah, yes. Where were we?"
"You were telling me why you gave me that letter."
"Well, I technically didn't give it to you; Kida-kun did." Masaomi immediately tensed. He hadn't expected Izaya to rat him out. Then again, he never expected the mischievous man's actions.
"He did it? Give him to me; I'm gonna kill him!" Shizuo fumed.
"Now, now, Shizu-chan, don't scare him." Izaya affectionately played with the distressed boy's hair as he spoke in his usual, breezy tone. "He doesn't know what was inside the envelope. He simply delivered it for me." The man patted the boy's stomach and let his hand rest there; the other still stroked his golden locks.
"Whatever." Shizuo relaxed again—Kida following—and looked at the maroon-eyed man. "Just tell me what you want," he sighed.
"I'm going to be busy for awhile and I'd prefer to have as few distractions as possible." Izaya smiled down at the boy—to Masaomi's confusion—and spoke again. "You tend to take up a lot of my schedule when I see you. All I ask is that you cease your quest to murder me; just for awhile."
Shizuo looked at Kida, then Izaya, and agreed. "Fine. Can I leave now?"
"Yes. I need some time with Kida-kun now."
Shizuo left and slammed the door behind him.
Kida exhaled loudly. "Why did you tell him I delivered the letter?"
Izaya shrugged. "I told him you didn't know what was in it. You should thank me; I protected you."
Kida began to feel uncomfortable with Izaya's petting. "Can I get up now?" he mumbled.
"You mean, you don't like this?" Izaya asked. "Let's try something different." The man lifted Masaomi up and placed the boy between his legs, facing away from him. "Better?" he asked. Izaya gently rubbed Kida's shoulders.
"No. What are you doing?"
"You seem tense. I just want to loosen you up a bit." Kida shivered as Izaya breathed into his ear. He slowly glided his hands down the teen's back and tugged on his shirt hem.
"Take your shirt off, Kida-kun," Izaya purred. The man's unusual behavior caught him off guard; Izaya never touched him so gently, spoke so softly… He was carried away by the new charm and complied without thought. "That's a good boy," Izaya whispered. His hands slithered up and down Kida's chest. He chuckled when he felt the boy sink into him, fully content and completely vulnerable.
He kissed the boy's neck and paused in anticipation, but Kida didn't object. Rather, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Izaya continued to slowly nibble and lick the teen's neck while feeling up his chest. The boy flinched when the fingers flicked his nipples. "Shh," Izaya soothed. "Let me take care of you." After a minute, the raven finally received the reaction he'd been waiting for. While biting his neck and playing with his swollen nubs, the boy let out a moan. It was barely audible, but he now knew that Masaomi was enjoying his advances.
Izaya placed kisses along the younger male's shoulder and moved his hands to Kida's belt buckle. "Izaya, what are you doing? St-stop," he protested.
"I told you before; relax. I don't make a habit of being gentle with people. Consider yourself lucky." His nimble fingers quickly removed the belt and undid the zipper. Kida's breath hitched as Izaya moved his hands under the boy's boxers and rubbed his bare thighs. He squirmed around uncomfortably and was surprised to hear a moan from the man behind him. "Mmm, Kida-kun," Izaya breathed.
Kida tried to figure out what he'd done, but stopped when his pants and boxers dropped to the floor. The blond gasped and blushed a shade of red that was almost cartoon-like. He was completely exposed to the person he feared and hated most.
Izaya laid Kida on his back and climbed on top of him. He pressed his lips against the blond's and licked between them, beckoning the teen to open his mouth. Reluctantly, Kida let him in, and then widened his eyes to the attack that followed. His mouth was bombarded with the raven's tongue; one hand danced along his chest, and the other palmed his hardening length.
He tried to protest, but unwillingly called the other's name instead. Izaya smiled and wrapped his hand around the boy's erection. "Ah… Iz…aya," he called again. He knew that he should push the man away, but it all felt so…good. Kida was a virgin and always worried about his first time and the possible awkwardness or silence that it might include. However, Izaya was quite skilled, and he was lost in the pleasure instead of worrying about his own behavior—and even how his own sexuality was in question. Although he'd never thought of Izaya sexually—or and man, for that matter—he didn't hate what was happening.
"Kida-kun," the man above said, bringing him back to reality. He pressed three fingers against the boy's mouth. "Make them as wet as you are." Kida opened his mouth and devoured the fingers, licking every inch. He knew why he was doing this and wanted to be as prepared as possible.
Izaya plucked out his hand and circled Kida's entrance with his fingers. He leaned down and whispered, "Ready?"
"Y-yes," Kida managed. However, he had no trouble howling a moment later.