Author Note: To My Non-exsistant reader,
I am attempting to do the first two chapters somewhat vague before delving into the characters mind. My intention is for you the viewer to apply your own head canon then maybe challange or run hand in hand with you in later ones.
-Love Mr. Author
P.S. This is an alternative reaction to after Senji kissed her to which he did to prove that it's wrong to do that out of the blue (we all know that backfired) I didn't get to see or read it myself so forgive the disjointedness if their is any .
Chapter 1
Senjis' Sweetness
Naime licked her lips obsessively during the whole journey to her workplace, she had her own key to Izayas flat obviously. She couldn't begin to imagine the looks and whispering she caused as she flicked her tongue like some serpent or lizard while holding her blushing cheeks firmly in her hands. Since she was on that much of a high, she had almost gleefully skipped through the towns like some school girl.
Naime was just completely oblivious.
All that was, was the taste of Senji. That was all their was and all their ever was going to be for this moment, her steps was just automatic. It was only when she finially went through that door that it dawned on her..She was still second to that whore! She had tasted her brother first and that fury just built and built on her, the taste of Senji was already faded no matter how steadfast it kept in memory.
What could she do? She thought deeply while pacing Izayas living room with a settled tongue. Theirs has to be- That is when she realized their is a certain something that GIRL hadn't done and neither had her brother..
Sex.
Namie settled herself at Izayas desk boredly looking over the computer while her mind worked over what she could do. Obviously Senji wasen't going to offer himself willing to her dismay and she couldn't count that, she never could because she loved him far too much. Although she wasent going to just drop the idea thats for sure; she had to beat that girl or be forced to suck Senjis seed from that girls digusting lipped vortex! She flicked her hair back frustratedly. Thats what she may be left to do for Senji to 'teach her' but that can't bargin that will even work...This would need to be a last resort, if it was going to be dared at all.
But...
She wanted Senji to be gentle, to want her...She spread her legs leaning them other each corner of the desk her hands slipping to the fabric of her pants what are veiled by her tights. Despite her fury she was still hot down there, a previous wetness still soaking the fabric. She pressured her fingers a little more causing herself to gasp eroticially and her cheeks to redden.
''Senji..Nnn''
Naomi moaned gentlely as her fingers brushed across the fabrics. While her hand worked their magic, she pressured a finger against her lips.
Noami shut her eyes, trying to match the feel of Senji kiss; it was surprisingly easy. She started to remember the taste and thats when the pleasure started to intense. Her fingering lay savage waste, thrusting themself in and against the fabrics resistant. Her Thumb pressured against her hard clit letting the gestures of her hand shift her thumb against it.
''Aghhhhh! Senji! I am already cumming! D-don't stop!''
Naimes fantasy raged in her mind she could see Senji in the darkness of her eyelids, her fingers taking the shape of his cock that pounded in her with such ethusiastic commitment! Then the touch at her lips; his gentle kiss...Her body couldn't take it anymore, her mouth gaped as she moaned her profanitied fantasies. The natural flinched spasm almost made her fall off the spin chair while she weakly gasped out her final erotic breath. It was a good hard cum, she spurted quite fiercely even managing to spittle over the screen and keyboard. Naime saw her face looking back at her from the monitor. She looked breathless and redder then anything, her clothing was disravalled and ruffled from her orgasmed squirming, she could see how her tights had split into a gaped hole her pants too. Naime breathed heavilly, sweated clothing stick against her skin. Naime had cum so hard, that her legs had even went numb, she had to grip the desk to stop herself from falling back. Moving felt almost impossible but she somehow managed it, letting herself flop over desk as a reward. She breathed a heavy sigh during her resting, the sight of what she saw in the monitar lingering in her mind.
She must desperately need this for all she knew she called fall into a cycle of punishing herself like this, she had done it before after some the showers she use to share with her brother. Looking up at the screen again she could see her red cheeks hadn't even falterred.
'' Senji will you ever love seeing your sister like this..?'' whispered Naomi to her own particially smeared reflection.
''I need you Senji''
Tears started to form in her eyes, she just couldn't keep going on like this...
''SEENEEENNNNNNNJIIIIIIIII!''
The crying grew more and more violent she couldn't recall how long she cried, all she knew was thats when the last of her strength gave out, she had fell asleep.
Waking had made her felt empty, she had no dream and only thing she gained was aches from her uncomfortable posistion. Regret had washed over her even more so when she remembered that she was at Izayas desk.
''Ughhh I am glad he's still sick''
Naomi leaned back and twirled on the chair; she needed to figure out what to do. She had no idea how Senji would react to her and besides that it wouldn't be THAT easy. Naomi thought that the best thing to do would be to bind him then take charge. Thinking and doing something was a different thing though so it would be best to practice. Poor Izaya could it be the fact that you were in arms reach or the fact she was sitting at your desk. That maybe sparking the idea in her head. But all the reasons started to add up in her mind like for one he was disinterested in her himself. Izaya was even a similar height to her precious Seiji and with his current mental state he was more vulnerable so he would be the perfect soloution to test her plan; given their may be conciquences to her little plan was not a problem for the moment. The problem was obtaining her 'warm up' cock or 'shrimp' as Naomi like to think considering it was Izaya.
Details, detail and more details. Their was so much for her to muse over although she was no girl and have done enough with men to emotionally rid herself of any portential partners disexcluding her precious Senji. She decided to plunge headfirst as their still was the journey to the hospital to think things over. Their was plenty to think over but then again, some of the best plans are spontanious...Naomi did have a good grasp on reading Izaya, it even shocked him a few time, recalling it made her laugh a little. Their was no more need to hesitate; it was time to get her sexual guinie-pig. She freshened herself up with new clothing then made the drive.
When Naomi arrived at the hospital she didn't wait about, making her way straight to reception.
'' Hello I come to see Izaya Orihara, I am thinking of convincing to have him discharged''
''oh just let me check''
The reception tapped on her keyboard finding the information before providing Naomi with a sheet to sign which Naomi accepted.
''He...Has been here a long time hasen't he?''
Naomi was a little hessitant in replying to the receptionist but figured she would amuse her while considering their was a few things to sign.
''Yes, I think the wounds had sealed up by now so it will do him good to come home''
''I know! He had been here forever! I know trauma is a thing but god! It's a good thing he was paying for private, because if he was a hobo, he will be off on his ass somewhere''
'What a Bitch, for all she knew I could of cared about the cunt' thought Naime.
Naime laughed uncomfortablely ''Well I will be taking care of him off your hands hopefully''
''Go knock sense into your boyfriend''
'Ughh..'
She quickly signed the papers wanting to be rid of this damned woman as soon as the pen hit the desk, she briskly walked off. Before she was even close to the elevator she heard this girl speak to the receptionist about seeing Izaya. Naime couldn't help but wonder why that girl wanted to find Izayas room. The thought didn't last long for it meant little to her as it is. Naime effortedly made her way to his room considering she knew beforehand; for some obscure reason he was intent of updating her on such stupid details all the time, if only to use her to brag too after his more successful achievements. Though at this point paying some level of attention to him had worked in her favour.
Noami stood in the doorway, she could just feel the darkness of his mood lingering from the room; it was thick with it.
Izaya was just vaguely staring at her, his eyes distant in a way she had never seen.
''Oh to think you were coming to kill me...Did I become useless to you'' He gazed at his hands, staring at them in a transfixed malchony. ''You figured you could make this look like a accident? hehehee it would be easy opening my cut and making it look like the doctors messed up.. An-''
'what the fuck?' she thought to herself his rant continuing, he was at a point of vulnaribility that it wasen't even funny! How annoying, how very annoying.
''I CAME to take you home, it's actually getting boring without you''
E...EHhh?!
Izaya stared at her silently and completely dumbfounded.
She didn't look back at him once, walking over to the bed she sat down at his feet finially taking him into her gaze. Naime gentlely touched his leg; she had decided it was best to give him some kind of gentle affection to help prove she did care. She wasen't too fussed in all honsty.
Naomi smiled while she spoke.
''I already talked to the receptionist but obviously you can only discharge yourself; you know I am a doctor so I can take care of you further but don't think you can get away without paying me a little bit more''
He was still being silent, he must of been thinking something over but Naomi was not taking no for an answer, forcing him to his feet then into the wheelchair shoving his clothes into his hands
''h-hey why such the rush''
''who knows maybe someones set on killing you and i am saving you. Tchhh, come on I am taking you back before I change my mind''
''Haahaahhaa to think you would have any sort of emotion despite that of your sick feelings for your brother'' joked Izaya, his words falling into a chuckle.
''Aghh, maybe it's best you shut up before I leave you here or make you go to hospital for a different reason like being dead!''
Izaya looked up at her still laughing but otherwise obliging to her request.
She threw a blanket over him before wheeling him out, on the way she could of sworn she saw that girl again and that said girl was staring at them. Naomi could just feel her gaze burn into her back, she could almost feel the hatred; who was she?
When they got in the elevator Izaya dressed himself back into his clothing; Naomi didn't take much interest but then neither was Izaya to if she was or not. At some point, both of them didn't know when, they became naturally comfortable with each other.
With that they were finially at the lobby almost instantly at reception, the receptionist was smiling so stupidly it caused Naime to scoff. Izaya was curious at her manner but left her to sort out his discharge. While he was signing the papers, Naime contiplating over the girls nature. It was only a mild set of thinking since it didn't really effect her so much. When Izaya had finished with the papers he started trying wheelies in the chair
''Hey, Hey Naime! I brought the wheel chair!'' He spoke excuitedly.
She took no notice grabbing onto the handles and pushing him to the exit which left him sighing in disappointment.
Nothing really mattered to her as it was time to take him home and put her devious plan into action.
Chapter End.
Author Extra Note: I know I write Naomi and Naime...It's something we both have to live with *distant haunted look*
My character writing is pathetic *sighs deeply*
