~Ryugamine Mikado~

"Ugh…" Mikado woke up to a pounding pain in the back of his head. His brain was thumping against his skull in a way that made the teen want to cry. He forced open his eyes and blinked a few times. It was almost completely dark. After a while his eyes adjusted.

W-where was he?

The cracked concrete ceiling above him definitely wasn't his. He tried to move, sit up but something stopped him, his blue eyes widened as he looked over to see his wrists tied to a bed frame with thick rope.

What?

His groggy mind was barely able to understand what he was looking at before he looked around to see if his ankles were tied too only to find something more disturbing.

He noticed a blob of blue moving, he felt a weight on his legs – what? Wait a minute. Mikado started struggling as he realised what was happening. That warm, wet feeling on his penis, he knew what that was and realising it made his blood run cold.

Mikado started struggling harder but it was no use, his wrist and ankles were tied tightly to the bed frame, struggling was only making them cut into his skin. But to the teen's relief, his movements must have surprised the attacker because the disgusting feeling stopped.

"Whoa!" the person pulled back surprised and Mikado looked at the familiar feminine face in horror.

"Ara, sempai! You're finally awake." Aoba smiled down at him, wiping his mouth.

"W-what are you doing?" Mikado exclaimed mortified, looking at the boy then down at his body. He was completely naked, he looked down at his exposed member seeing it had been unresponsive to the assault.

He stared at Aoba in dumbstruck horror, the younger teen was also entirely naked, his body looked just as girly as his face but the straining erection between his legs revealed his true gender.

Fear seized the teen as he realised what Aoba's intention was, it was obvious. But why? Mikado shook with emotion as he stared at his kohai with wide blue eyes.

Why was he doing this? It didn't make any sense.

"You know, I'm disappointed Sempai. I was so sure you'd be amazing but you can't even get it up, do you have issues?" Aoba commented casually as he climbed off the bed and Mikado clenched his teeth in anger.

He clenched his fist as he watched Aoba walk over to a pile of discarded clothes on the ground.

Issues!? Of course, he wasn't going to get hard like this? He was being raped for Christ sake! He felt disgusted!

He made a deal with Aoba, they had an agreement and this weasely little asshole had done this!

"You're the one with issues, what the hell do you think you're doing!? I swear to god Aoba if you touch me again your hand won't be the only thing with a pen in it!" the Dollar's leader threatened coldly and Aoba shivered, licking his lips.

"Ah~ your threats are the best sempai~! They really get me going!" the teen purred reaching into a pile of discharged clothes to pull out a syringe with pink tinted liquid in it. Mikado's lips curled in disgust, his intimidation hadn't worked, he couldn't talk Aoba out of this.

What was wrong with this guy?

"What is that?" Mikado asked eyeing the needle with wary eyes as Aoba came closer. The younger male didn't answer but the Dollar's leader knew it wasn't anything good. He started struggling, the ropes around his wrist and ankles burning as they cut into his skin.

He had to get away! He had to escape!

"It's just a little something you get you in the mood~" Aoba smirked grabbing Mikado's arm and plunging the needle into his vein, emptying it into his body within a matter of seconds.

"No!" Mikado gasped in horror. What had Aoba given him? What kind of drug? God, he was really going to get raped, wasn't he?

Mikado bit his lip, holding back tears, he wouldn't show this asshole any weakness.

Mikado looked up as the other teen who was climbing on top of him, sitting on his stomach. It only took a few moments for Mikado to start feeling something, there was a heat growing in him, like a fever.

No, no, no, it couldn't be! That drug must have been some kind of aphrodisiac! Mikado wanted to cry as he felt blood flowing into his member, making it harden.

"Ugh." he shivered as Aoba's hands brushed along his ribs. "Stop touching me! Why are you doing this?" Mikado started struggling even harder.

He felt hot, too hot. His erection was already painful and he wanted to scream. His mind felt cloudy as he looked up at Aoba but he refused to give in.

"It really does work fast like the rumours say!" Aoba said happily looking over his shoulder to admire the older teen's erection. Mikado glared at the other teen though his breath was coming out in short gasps so he didn't look anywhere as threatening as he should.

"Y'know, speaking of rumours…I heard that you've done it with that filthy animal of an informant…" Aoba sneered, scratching his nails down Mikado's torso making him gasp in pain and pleasure.

He felt sick, he could feel his cheek flush in shame. How could he feel pleasure in this sort of situation? And that question…

How did Aoba know about Izaya? No one knew about their…their friendship! He closed his eyes before opening them again and taking a deep breath, glaring at the teen before him.

"Is that true?" Aoba demanded his hazel eyes flashing in almost what seemed to be jealousy.

"I-it's none of your business!" Mikado growled trying to make his voice more stable.

The answer seemed to anger Aoba slightly as he reached behind him to roughly grab Mikado's erection. Mikado refused to make a sound, he felt nausea and heat mix in his stomach, it felt like he was going to throw up.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore, right? You have me now so you don't need to ever go back to that evil bastard." Aoba announced possessively as he used his free hand to raise his body up. Mikado's eyes went wide as his dick pressed into the entrance of Aoba's ass.

"No-!" he cried his voice panicked trying to struggle once more but it was no use as the younger teen slammed his hips down and Mikado felt pile rise his throat.

"Ahhhh!" Aoba moaned loudly as his ass swallowed Mikado's cock whole. It was wet and incredibly hot and Mikado could feel it twitching around his dick.

His blue eye stung with tears, his virginity…was now gone. He felt so ashamed, how could he let this happen? Why…why did it feel so good but so entirely disgusting at the same time?

"Ahh~ You're so big and hot sempai." Aoba moaned, his eyes half-lidded.

Mikado mustered the best glare he could but he knew his eyes had tears in them. Aoba shivered and licked his lips. Placing his hands on Mikado's chest to balance himself, he raised his hips. Mikado watched mortified as his dick slid out that slick hole before being swallowed up again.

"Ah! Ah! So good! Sempai!" Aoba's wanton moans filled the empty room as he bounced eagerly on the older teen's dick. Mikado kept his teeth clenched knowing that if he were to open his mouth he'd let out some sort of noise. Tears finally trailed down his cheeks in shame.

Mikado could feel every movement Aoba made, every slight touch of his skin.

It felt so horribly good. Aoba was so hot and wet it felt like Mikado was going to lose his mind but he knew, he knew that it was the drug making it feel good and nothing else. That kept him sane. But he felt so defiled as he focused his eyes on the cracked ceiling.

"Ah! Ahn! Mikado-sempai!" Aoba moaned, "Ahh, I'm cumming!" the small boy cried. Mikado closed his eyes tight as he felt the boy's ass clamp around his member, twitching violently – it hurt! A blinding white heat filled his body as he came deep inside his rapist.

Aoba came to a stop, panting heavily. "Ah, you came, I'm so happy." He whispered breathlessly and Mikado trembled. He felt so disgusting, so violated and used.

"I love you Mikado-sempai." Aoba murmured, his lips brushing against Mikado's ear.

Love? No, this wasn't anything like love. But Mikado could use this. If he could convince Aoba that he was really into it. The younger teen might just untie him and if he tied him – he could get away. But where would he go? How could he face anyone like this? What was he meant to do?

"You're hard again." Aoba purred sucking lightly on his neck. Mikado opened his eyes to look up at his assailant but this time there was no glare only the dazed look of someone lost in pleasure. Aoba lifted his hips again and slammed them down.

"Anh…!" Mikado shivered as he moaned and Aoba grinned.

"Ah! Does that feel-Ah!- good sempai? Ahh!" Aoba panted moving his hips faster. Mikado pulled against the restraints on his arms as if he wanted to touch Aoba and then groaned his frustration.

"Ah, Aoba-!" Mikado groaned shamelessly. Aoba's moved faster, wanting more of the older teen's moans. "Kiss me-!" he cried surprising the younger teen but he quickly complied.

The taste of Aoba's tongue in his mouth made him want to vomit and bite down on the offending organ but the teen restrained, forcing himself to kiss the boy back eagerly.

"Sempai! Sempai! I love you!" Aoba cried, tears running down his face as he moved. Mikado thrust his hips up to meet with Aoba's.

"Ahhh!" the boy cried out in surprise stopping his movements but Mikado continued, pounding into the small teen from below as he realised his plan just might work. But he needed to be more convincing, it wasn't just enough to act like he was enjoying it. He had to act as if he wanted Aoba himself, that he liked him.

"You feel so good Aoba-kun~" Mikado purred his eyes half-lidded in an expression that could only be described as predatory. Aoba trembled screaming out the older teen's name as he came again, white cum spattering over Mikado's stomach.

Disgusting. It was so disgusting. Mikado wanted to cry, he wanted to scream and vomit and run away but he couldn't, he just watched as Aoba collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Mikado was still hard, the burning heat from the drug painfully torturing his body.

He ground his hips up into the younger teen who moans. "More, again." Mikado breathed heatedly and Aoba trembled with desire. They kissed, messily sloppily as Aoba started to slowly move but Mikado slammed into from below, his pace ruthlessly fast.

"Ahhhug! Sempai! It's too much! No! Ah! Mikado-sempai! Slow down! AHHH!" Aoba collapsed onto his chest.

"Ah, Aoba, fuck, ah! I want to touch you! Please, Aoba!" Mikado moaned straining against his ropes to try and kiss the teen but he was not able too. "Please! I can't take it!" his eyes were the picture of desperation.

Aoba shakily undid the ropes tying Mikado to the bed and the older teen sat up. He wrapped his arms around Aoba's waist, slamming hard into his body.

"Ah, sempai!" Aoba's nails clawed at his back and Mikado rested his chin on the boy's shoulder. "I love you! Mikado-sempai!"

Mikado's eyes focused on the restraints on his ankles, the skin under them was red and raw. His blue eyes narrowed as he fucked the teen in his arms faster. His eyes surveyed the room looking for something, anything and then his eyes settled on it. Next to the bed was a clump of concrete.

"Ah, sempai!" Aoba cried in his ear as he came once again, Mikado clenched his teeth and moaned as he came. Mikado wasted no time, he kissed the younger teen's neck, making his way up to his ear.

"More…I wanna do it harder…I wanna fuck you from behind." Mikado breathed hotly in the teen's ear making him shiver and Aoba looked up at him, judging him with his lust clouded eyes. Mikado panted, grinding his hips. "Hurry Aoba, it hurts." He moaned tightening his hold on Aoba's body desperately.

Aoba untied the restraints and Mikado flipped him over, slamming into him from behind, Aoba couldn't see but his blue eyes were as cold as ice as they looked down at the teen. "Ah! Sempai! So deep!" the boy moaned looking back at him with tears in his eyes but by then the older teen had changed his expression. Mikado licked his lips and flipped him over again, holding him close. Aoba's legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place but Mikado didn't care.

"Aoba-!" he grunted and the boy wrapped his arms around his shoulders pulling him so close not even a piece of paper would fit between them. Mikado reached out over the edge of the bed, his hand taking hold of something hard and rough.

Finally. Finally. He could stop. It was over. It was over! He could stop this, he could escape!

Mikado pulled back from Aoba, his movements completely stopped. The younger teen looked confused, his face was a complete mess of tears and salvia. "Mikado-sempai…?" he murmured panting. Mikado raised his hand and Aoba's eyes went wide, he screamed.

Blood spattered as Mikado brought down the chunk of concrete. Mikado looked down at the other teen emotionlessly as he screamed and struggled.

Again, again, again, again and again, that rock slammed into Aoba's face with all the strength Mikado could muster. He did it until Aoba went quiet, he did it until he went limp.

He did it until he could see that asshole's brain matter in the mess of blood and bone that used to be his face.

Mikado sat back, panting heavily. He was covered in hot, sticky blood, it ran down his arms, spattered all over his face and chest. Tears ran down his face as he dropped the now bloody chunk of concrete as stared at what he had done.

He's dead…

He killed him….

He killed him!

Mikado wanted to scream but all that escaped him were broken sobs. He looked down at his bloody hands. The teen sobbed, staring at the body with empty eyes as he climbed off the bed but he didn't get far. His legs gave out and he sobbed even harder.

Why? Why? Why of all things was he still hard? How could he kill someone and still be hard? The teen curled up into a ball, closing his eyes.

It's just the drug. It's just the drug. It's just the drug. He chanted as tears streamed down his face. What was he supposed to do now? He was a murderer! The police would never believe it was out of self-defense! He'd go to jail forever for murder!

No! He didn't want that! What could he do? There was no one he could count on now.

No.

Wait.

Maybe that wasn't true.

He definitely knew someone who would know what to do but the payment for calling him would be ridiculously steep. But he had no other choice, the worse that could happen? He could not call him and go to jail or call him and have the slight chance of getting help.

Mikado nodded and crawled over to the pile of clothes, looking through them for his phone. He found it but his clothes were no longer usable, Aoba had seeming cut them off his body leaving them in shreds.

He took a deep breath and looked through his phone for the one contact he could call. He had no other option, wiping the tears from his face he hit the call button. It didn't take long before there was an answer.

"Good evening Mikado-kun~ what a wonderful surprise to hear from you~" Orihara Izaya's playful voice filled his ears and Mikado took a deep breath.

"I-Izaya-san." He murmured, his voice sounded empty even to him.

"Oya, what's the matter?" the informant asked his tone amused and Mikado wanted to cry.

What would this cost him? He was scared, so scared but he didn't know what else to do.

"Izaya-san…I-I messed up…I did something terrible… please, I need your help." he whispered fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.