So guys, I guess we need to talk. Firstly, after some urging from my friend, I started a Masaomi Kida roleplay blog on tumblr! My url is knightinyellow You can follow me to roleplay, or if you want to read my writing because there is a lack of it on ffnet. It's a lot easier for me to write when there's another person involved, so the writer's block I often get with my stories can sometimes be worked out by discussing plot with my partner.

I can't make any promises about stories, but I promise that this roleplaying business, as well as the health problems that are preventing me from doing normal activities won't make me stop writing forever. I have so many more stories I want to share.

I wrote these drabbles a while ago and decided to keep them in my folder in case an occasion like this arose that I wasn't posting stories but want to remain active. I'll post one each week, maybe sooner. At the present time, there are six in total, all under 1000 words, but I may make some longer and/or add more if I find myself in a creative mood.

I'm really sorry for not being active. I hope you'll enjoy these!

Masaomi panted heavily. "Already?"

Izaya looked down at the boy, shifting uncomfortably in his tight pants. "What do you mean?"

"It's only been a couple weeks since…" Masaomi trailed off. "It's only been a couple of weeks since," he said with conviction, deciding that he didn't need to elaborate.

The informant smiled in an unsettling way. Masaomi laid a hand on his stomach as if he really were feeling nauseous from the look. "Since I first got you off? Are you suggesting that we're moving at too quick a pace?"

"Well, kind of."

Izaya trailed his knuckles along the boy's collarbone. "How do you figure that? What are you judging off of?"

Kida furrowed his brows. He'd thought the point was already made clear. "We did…that less than two weeks ago. Suddenly, going all the way has been brought up as an option."

"That's not what I was asking. Why do you think that it's sudden? What is this notion based off of? We don't have reason to do any of this, yet we do. When you kissed me, did you see that as some gradual step meant to take place at that moment? I don't remember having entered any sort of relationship with you, Masaomi-kun."

Masaomi blushed. "We aren't in a relationship. It's just… I've never done any of these things before, and going from one new thing to another so quickly…"

"We don't have to do this. I'm not going to force you into anything," Izaya said, brushing through golden hair with thin fingers.

"If I say no, you'll manipulate me into doing it anyway, finding some way to make me give my consent."

"Masaomi-kun, are you implying that I would assault you? Might I remind you that you hopped on my lap and kissed me, you led us to the bed, and you pulled me on top of you."

"This is what I'm talking about! Doing those small things doesn't mean I'm ready to go further. We kiss all the time, often with you on top of me, and we've reached the bed two or three times. How are my intentions seemingly different this time? You're just using this stuff as an excuse to make me think I gave you the wrong impression."

"Why do you believe that suggesting something appropriate to do in this situation must be anything other than what it seems? Is asking to go further truly uncalled for?"

Masaomi turned his head, trying to hide his changing expressions as he made sense of the man's words and searched for a reply. "It's impossible to tell if you're being genuine or manipulative. I never know what you're thinking or feeling, so I never know when I'm falling into a trap."

"If it seems that I'm being genuine, and you don't feel forced into anything, does it matter if I'm not? I'm making logical statements, and you aren't sure if I'm hiding what I'm doing. If it were the latter, but you lived the rest of your life believing otherwise, would any emotional harm come to you?"

Kida clenched his fists. "I don't enjoy being manipulated. Doesn't saying all of that mean you are?"

"Not necessarily. I was making a point. I'm telling you that I believe it was an appropriate activity to suggest, and that you're allowed to decline. You don't have to trust me, but there's no point in saying that I'm lying, as nothing good will come of it."

Masaomi clutched his head. "Izaya-san's brain works differently than mine. You're making sense, but you're talking in a confusing way."

Izaya gently touched the boy's cheek, waiting to see whether he would be accepted or brushed aside. Hesitantly, Masaomi leaned into his hand. "You have a decision to make."

Masaomi sighed. There was no turning back if he did this; he'd be flung into a world of desire, hatred, and games he couldn't win. He was still a teenager, unable to separate emotions from intimacy, unlike Izaya, who seemed incredibly skilled in taking emotions out of nearly any situation. There was no telling where he'd end up, though the most likely outcome was Masaomi being discarded after becoming attached. Still, that was only a possibility.

Izaya was beautiful. He was graceful, intelligent, and attractive. He was also cold, vicious, greedy and self-oriented. Masaomi looked up into smiling crimson eyes. Yes, Izaya truly was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, and the most intriguing person he'd ever been acquainted with. He grabbed the informant's hair and pulled him down. All protests and instincts telling him to run were pushed away as he entangled with Izaya. Discomfort turned into pain; pain turned into pleasure; pleasure turned into ecstasy. As his pulse raced and his body trembled, as his hands explored and his lungs struggled to take in air, he stared into red eyes once again, and relinquished control to the one who could either destroy him or make his life an adventure. Izaya would decide his fate, and that knowledge gave him the most terrifying and exhilarating feeling he'd ever experienced.