Tears formed in the corner of Kida's eyes. "Izaya… St-stop, it…hurts."

"Hush, I'll find it soon." His two fingers relentlessly scissored and stretched the boy. The man watched Kida's expression as he maneuvered his fingers. He usually found his partner's prostate quickly.

Suddenly, Kida made a choking noise and arched off the couch. "Found it," the elder of the two snickered. He continuously hit the same spot, sending the boy into a world of pleasure he'd never experienced.

Kida roughly pulled Izaya down by his hair and forced his tongue into the other's mouth. His first kiss was another thing that the virgin teen often worried about, but Izaya expertly guided him along.

Izaya smiled against the boy's lips. He'd suspected Kida was the type to look for affection during sex, but didn't expect him to initiate anything. Masaomi was full of surprises today.

Without breaking the kiss, Izaya removed his fingers and reached under the couch for a small bottle of lube. It wasn't the first time he'd ended up in this position on his couch. Instead of covering himself, Izaya handed the bottle to his partner.

Kida opened his eyes and looked into the bright maroon irises above him. "Wh-what do I do with this?" he asked sheepishly.

Izaya bent down and breathed onto his neck. "C'mon, Kida-kun. I know you're a virgin, but you're definitely not that innocent." Izaya nipped at his collarbone while he waited for the boy to make sense of the object handed to him. Finally, Izaya felt a small, jittery hand coat his erect member. The informant placed his hand over the boy's hand and guided him to grip harder and pump faster. He let go and busied his fingers with the teen's smooth torso. "Nnng, good, Kida-kun," he mumbled into his shoulder.

A minute passed, and then Izaya removed the tiny hand from his throbbing length. "That's enough," he said. Izaya flipped the younger male over and pulled him to his knees and elbows. The information broker might look somewhat frail, but he could easily take down a man twice his weight.

Kida felt Izaya's tip at his entrance and held his breath. He knew this would hurt far more than the fingers. "If you tense up, it'll hurt more," said Izaya, reading his body.

"O-okay…"

Izaya thrusted into the boy in one swift motion and began to slowly pull out. Kida bit down on his lip as the man repeated the rough action. He then slowly pumped in and out, but stopped midway when he noticed the boy's unusual silence.

"Kida-kun, why are you so quiet?" His tone was gentle, but held an impatient edge. He enjoyed hearing his sexual partners making noises.

"I… It's too big… I-I can't handle this." His voice cracked, and Izaya felt a small tinge of sympathy before regaining his usual, demeaning tone.

"Don't be a child," he belittled. "Of course it hurts; deal with it. It'll feel better eventually." Izaya thrusted his entire length into Kida and slammed in faster than before.

"Pl-please…sto—ahhh…" Kida trailed off into a loud moan.

Izaya thrusted harder and pulled the boy's head back by his hair. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he said seductively, "that you won't be able to walk for days." He untangled his fingers and laughed at the exasperated teen. The sensations coursing through Kida were too intense to allow extensive movement or any noises apart from grunts and moans.

As the younger male neared release, Izaya took one hand off Kida's hip and reached around to his pulsing member. Kida groaned louder as the elder pumped in rhythm to his thrusts. Soon after, Kida threw his head back and screamed the man's name as he climaxed into the greatest orgasm he'd ever experienced. Izaya released inside the boy a few moments later.

The man pulled out and stood from the couch. He walked to the bathroom and returned with a few rags. He threw two at the exhausted boy. "Clean yourself up," he said casually. "You don't want to put your clothes on while you're all messy, and I'm not lending you anything."

Masaomi gasped. He covered his mouth with his hand and blushed. When he'd moved, Izaya's semen had spilled out of him. It was a strange, unwelcome sensation. He sat still, staring wide-eyed at the ground and trying to think of something else as he waited for it to stop dripping.

The informant held back a laugh as he watched the boy. "You've made a mess on the couch. Wipe that off after yourself." He smiled as the teen awkwardly rubbed the cloth between his legs. "You'll need to get the rest out with your fingers—at home. As much as I'd love to watch you wash my cum out of your ass, I have things to do. Hurry up."

Kida's face heated when he heard the lewd comment. Would he really have to clean up there?

Izaya wiped his tip—the only dirty part of him—and dressed. He stood in front of the mostly clean boy and watched him struggle to stand. When he finally got up, his knees gave in and he fell forward onto Izaya, grabbing his shoulders for support.

"I said you wouldn't be able to walk. Weren't you listening, Kida-kun?" Masaomi didn't respond. "I'm feeling rather generous today. I'll help you get dressed."

"I'm not a little kid; I put my own clothes on," he barked.

Izaya sat him on the couch and looked on as his shaking arms trying to put on his boxers. He managed to bring them to his knees, but didn't have the strength to lift his hips. Every part of him was burning. Kida leaned back into the couch and covered his face with his hands, trying not to cry. He had never experienced such embarrassment. He could barely move, and he sat exposed to Izaya in an incredibly humiliating position.

Kida felt an arm wrap around his waist pull him up while a hand finished putting his boxers on. He opened his eyes and saw Izaya lifting his useless legs and clothing them with his jeans. The informant fastened the belt and straddled the speechless boy. He lifted wobbly arms and put his shirt on without breaking eye contact. Izaya sat motionless, crimson eyes piercing the boy. Kida felt even more embarrassed, and tried to look away, but was stopped by a firm grip on his chin.

Izaya said nothing. He ran his thumb over the boy's lips and leaned in. The kiss was steady and tender, nothing like the rough mess earlier. Kida loosely circled his arms around Izaya's neck and lost himself in the kiss. The man still held his chin as he nibbled and sucked on Kida's upper lip. It wasn't a heated embrace, but Kida found himself breathless when Izaya pulled away.

"Why are you being nice to me?"

The informant's face was centimeters from Kida, and he breathed onto the blond's lips as he spoke. "Why do you think I'm incapable of being gentle?" He tilted his head and kissed Masaomi's jawbone.

"Because I've never known you to be anything other than a sadistic monster," he replied flatly.

Izaya laughed. "Fair enough." He moved his face in line with Kida's and combed through the golden hair. "I know you, Kida-kun. I know your fears, faults, and everything that makes you tick. With this intelligence, I can ruin your life with a few clicks on my keyboard."

Kida gulped. "What's your point?"

"Oh, I didn't have one. I just wanted to remind you of the power I have over you." Kida rolled his eyes. "But I'll answer your previous question. You're the type of person who needs affection to function. If you're cast aside or hurt by someone you care for, you'll crawl into yourself and remain depressed for a fairly long time."

Kida's eyes widened. Izaya just told him something he never realized about himself, and he hated it. He felt tears in his eyes, but quickly blinked them away.

"I didn't really plan that out, but I already knew this about you. I considered your current lack of friendship, and that it would be your first sexual experience, and decided that I'd be altruistic. It's true that I'm often... What was the word you used?"

"Manipulative? Sadistic? Monstrous?" he spat.

"Ah, yes, sadistic. I do have somewhat of a conscience. I decided that, if only once, I'd be kind to you, to save you from being permanently scarred from a horrible first time."

"Th-thank you?" Kida replied quietly. He tried to process everything he'd been told.

"Yes, you should thank me." He kissed the younger male once more, and then stood. "Now go home. I have work to do." Izaya sat in his desk chair and turned his computer on. He looked over to Kida, who was hunched over, staring at the ground.

"If you're hoping to stay the night, it's not happening. Go home."

Kida clenched his teeth. "I... I can't..."

Izaya sighed. "Can't what? C'mon, spit it out."

"I can't walk..." The situation was beyond embarrassing. Masaomi thought he might as well die right there on the couch.

Izaya cackled and spun around in his chair. "Hahaha! I nearly forgot!" He gracefully leaped from his seat and drifted towards the miserable boy. "Sit up." Kida complied, but refused to look at him.

Izaya scooped up the light boy and walked towards the door.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" Kida exclaimed.

"I'm carrying you, obviously, since you can't walk. It is my fault."

Is he being…sincere? He was nice earlier, but he seemed his usual self when he told me to leave. I'm starting to believe he isn't staging all this.

Izaya opened the door and entered the elevator. Once outside, they were met with the evening sunset and the usual noises of the busy city as it transitioned into the nightlife of Shinjuku. Izaya sauntered down the street with a half-smile. Masaomi suddenly realized the position he was in. He's not being nice, Kida thought. He's trying to humiliate me!

"People are looking," he mumbled.

"I know," Izaya replied with a smirk.

"L-let me down!"

"But you can't walk," he said with a clearly feigned sympathetic tone.

"Stop trying to humiliate me and let me go, you bastard!"

"Fine." Izaya literally dropped the complaining teen, and laughed when he hit the ground.

"Ow! You didn't have to hurt me like that…"

The informant shrugged. "You told me to put you down. If you want to walk home yourself, go ahead. Let's see it." Izaya took a step back and looked down at him expectantly.

Kida successfully got to his knees and slowly stood, but immediately fell back to his knees.

"Need help?"

Kida wished he could slap the smirk off the man's face. "I don't want your help," he mumbled. Izaya crossed his arms and continued to watch. On his second attempt, Kida rose to his feet. He grinned widely and said, "See? I'm fine by myself." Izaya said nothing.

As he started to turn away, his legs failed him again and he fell forwards.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose so I'll catch you." Izaya had one arm around the boy's thin waist, tightly holding Kida against him. With his other hand, Izaya grasped Masaomi's chin and held it up. Izaya was fairly short for his age, but he was still almost a foot taller than the 15-year-old.

"Stop it. Just let me call a friend to pick me up."

"Maybe you should quit trying to resist me. You've always been my little puppet. I'm pulling the strings." Izaya's face was far too close. His heart was racing and he hoped the tyrant wouldn't notice. But of course, he did. "Your body betrays your words." Izaya let go of the boy and laughed when he clung onto his shoulders. He grabbed the boy again and bent his head to speak in the smaller male's ear. "You want me, Kida-kun. You'll never be able to escape me now."

"Kida?"

The boy turned his head to see Kyohei standing a few feet away with a confused look. He realized how the situation must look. He was being held up against Orihara Izaya, the most hated man in Ikebukuro, with seemingly no resistance.

"Ka-Kadota!" he yelled happily.

The surprised man raised an eyebrow. "What are you two doing?"

"Here, take him." Izaya pushed him into the man and smiled.

Kyohei watched the boy struggle to stand as he latched onto his arm for support. "Jeez, Izaya-san, what did you do to the poor kid?"

"Why don't you ask Kida-kun?"

Kyohei looked down at the boy in question. "I… I fell and hurt my legs. I stumbled into Izaya and he was just holding me up." Kyohei looked unconvinced, but said nothing.

"Interesting…" Izaya moved to Kida and bent to make their faces level. "I'll contact you soon. We have unfinished business, Kida-kun."

The pair watched Izaya skip out of sight. "That was…weird," Kyohei said.

I've loved Kizaya since episode three with their "chance" encounter. Kida acted so awkward and Izaya just loved it. I want to marry that hot piece of psychopathic ass.

Until next time, my fellow yaoi lovers

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