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"Where are you going?" Izaya pulled the boy back down into the bed.

"It's late afternoon; I'm not tired. I thought you were asleep."

"I was. You woke me up. I don't sleep that often, so it's not a good idea to disturb me when I am."

"So, you wanted me to lay awake next to you, staring at the ceiling, not being able to fall asleep?"

Izaya grunted. "Enough." He sat up and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. "Where were you trying to go?"

"I want to see my parents again."

"I told you that you can't see family or friends without me there." He left the bed and put clothes on.

"Come with me, then."

"I'm not having dinner with your family," he stated plainly.

Kida moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He caught the clothes thrown at him and dressed. "They like you, though. You were really respectful towards them… And rather charming."

"You know I'm not actually your boyfriend, right?"

"Of course! I'm not even gay."

"No? Well that's strange, considering how much you love our sex."

Kida blushed. "That's different."

The raven advanced to the boy. He grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I am a coldhearted demon who experiences little emotion; I'm just good at faking them. You are here because I am feeding off you and will eventually devour your soul. Consuming human souls is my sole objective in this life. Playing the perfect boyfriend in front of your parents isn't part of my job description."

"I know all of that."

"I'm just trying to talk my way out of this without upsetting you. You can think of me in whatever way you want to as long as you continue to cooperate."

"I don't think of you in that way." Kida shook his head, getting back to his request. "Please? This is really importa—" He shut his mouth when he glimpsed back and saw Izaya's expression. It was a look that told him pressing the matter further wouldn't end well. He was released, and then he followed the demon out of the room.

Kida lay on the couch, flipping the television remote in the air. Awhile later, the silence got to him. "Aren't you curious about how I figured it out?"

"Figured what out?" Izaya replied from his desk.

"You didn't tell me you're a demon; I discovered it on my own. Aren't you worried that I told people?"

"Oh, that? I knew that you knew."

"What...?"

Izaya sat down on the couch perpendicular to where the boy lay. "You wanted to use me to heal your mother. If you went around telling everyone that I would do anything their heart desired, with terms, they could've gotten to me first. You didn't have time to wait for someone else's contract to expire, so you kept it to yourself and came to me secretly."

"Well, yeah..." Kida scratched his neck. It made him uncomfortable that Izaya knew so much about him, and the way his brain worked.

"As to how you knew, it's because you've wanted to create a Faustian bargain for a few months now. You read up on how demons act, hoping that you might happen to know one. You guessed that I might be some kind of god or demon due to my psychopathic tendencies, strength and speed, and the way I speak about humans as if I'm not one of them. Even if you were wrong, the worst I could do is laugh when you finally built up the nerve to come to me."

"How did you know all of that?"

"Call it intuition. Well, that and how, at the park a few weeks ago, you not-so-subtly said the Latin word for God. When I flinched and glared at you, it confirmed your beliefs. Don't say that again, by the way."

"Does it hurt you?"

"No. There's just this overwhelming feeling of hatred directed towards whomever said it."

The teen raised himself to his elbows. "That's kinda weird, though. Isn't he, like, your grandfather?"

Izaya laughed. "I've never thought about it that way. I mean, Lucifer is his son, but so are you—just a different species. I think it's more along the lines of his being the reigning king of good and my being the physical embodiment of evil."

"I see why you dislike him. Oh, and since demons exists, do angels?"

Izaya's face twisted into a disgusted expression. "Unfortunately, yes. Such bothersome creatures, angels are."

"Do you know any?"

"Shizuo Heiwajima."

Kida's jaw dropped. He moved next to the demon. "Seriously? He doesn't seem all that...angelic."

"He has superhuman powers because he's not human. He always says that he hates violence, but he has poor impulse control and severe anger issues. The anger isn't common among angels, but displeasure of violence is. The reason he always goes after me is because we're polar opposites, natural enemies. Demons and angels loathe each other."

"That makes sense."

Izaya looked at the boy with a concentration that sent blood rushing to Kida's cheeks. "Why are you staring at me like that?" The raven didn't speak. The boy returned his gaze, examining the bright red irises. He felt his heart skip a few beats. He knew that look; the fire in his eyes.

The blonde grabbed the side of his neck reflexively. "You're hungry."

Izaya didn't reply. He removed the boy's hand and moved his face close to the uncovered skin. His hot breath gave Kida goosebumps.

"Izaya, it's only been a few days." Though he enjoyed the feeling from the demon's saliva while he was feeding, the aftereffects weren't pleasant. He was sluggish and often unable to stand, the place where he bit was painful for extended periods of time, and he had little to no energy for hours.

"I can't help it. It's difficult to ignore my instincts when you smell so good."

"I...smell good? Well, I don't wear cologne, and I've been using the same soap. I don't know what's different."

He inhaled deeply. "It's your blood. You must be eating a lot of iron." He licked the boy's neck as if the liquid was on the outside.

Kida gasped and slid backwards. "Your tongue..." He looked at the demon with large eyes, realizing that it was not the only thing different. His eyes were tinted blood red; his tongue ended in two points, like a snake; a clawed hand rested between his legs. The most frightening part of the image was the way he was positioned. He was crouched down, ready to pounce on his prey.

"St-stay away from me." He retreated, attempting to get off of the couch.

Izaya leapt forward, forcing the boy onto his back. He sat on his abdomen. "Why are you afraid? You know exactly what I want, and you've always submitted willingly. You don't want to comply because I look inhuman?"

Kida couldn't stop his tears from falling. "Please, just change back."

The demon's tongue returned to his mouth. When he opened it again, it was an ordinary muscle. He blinked, and white returned to his scleras. He gracefully sat down and gathered the boy onto his lap. Cradling Kida's face in his hands, he spoke soothingly, expertly hiding how tedious he considered the situation. "Masaomi, you can look at me now." When the boy's eyes fluttered open, he glanced at Izaya, then timidly averted his gaze.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

Izaya kissed his cheek. "That's alright. I forgot that I have to seduce you first. I can't just immobilize you suddenly. You'd screech and struggle the whole time." Anticipating that he would deny this, the raven captured his lips, slowly encouraging him to return the action. His method worked, and he soon felt the blonde leaning into his arms, blocking the fearful memory from his thoughts.

Kida broke the kiss and slid his hand through the informant's hair. He turned his head to the side and brought the demon's face to his neck.

Izaya, being very cautious not to startle him, bit the skin with his human teeth, and then licked it. Concluding that the boy was ready, his true teeth sprung out, and he buried them in the teen's neck.

Kida dug his nails into the demon's shoulders, forcing himself to stay put. He'd never interrupted Izaya before, but he was certain that the outcome wouldn't be good. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, trying to relax.

A sharp pain shot through the other side of his neck. Izaya had been gently holding him in place there, but now his claws were out. He tentatively touched the hand coiled around him and tugged on it. Izaya understood, and retracted the talon-like nails. His grip was still tight, but there was no longer a stabbing feeling.

The younger male quickly realized his dilemma, and was uncertain about what to do. He'd reminded Izaya that he drank his blood only a few days back, but he hadn't seemed too concerned. Either that, or he was too hungry to care. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but the strength to do so left him. He slumped forward and attempted to stay conscious. This was also a losing battle, however, and he passed out.

Feeling the boy go limp, Izaya retreated. "Damn it. I've got to be more careful with him." He didn't usually have issues with knowing when he needed to stop, but he just tasted so good. It was easy to get lost in the bittersweet flavor. He shook the teen. "Hey. Wake up." When he didn't respond, Izaya laid him on his back. His heart was barely beating and his breathing was minimal. He thought for a moment, knowing that he needed to act quickly.

He bit into his own wrist and held it over the boy's mouth. The blood dripped down, but it had no effect. Izaya hastily bit deeper and sucked in a decent amount of his blood. He bent down and released it into Kida's mouth.

Kida's eyes opened immediately. He swallowed the liquid and scanned Izaya's skin for where the cut was made. He saw the red-stained wrist and pulled it down. He greedily drank, disheartened when he took it away.

"You're very sloppy when you drink."

"Is that a problem? I'm not used to that kind of…longing." Kida wiped his lips with the back of his hand and resisted the temptation to lick it clean.

"No. I was just pointing it out."

"You almost killed me…again."

Izaya exhaled. "I know. Sorry."

"Why were you hungry so soon? It hasn't even been a week."

The demon sat up. He gently lifted the boy and leaned him against the couch. "I wasn't. That's the problem. I don't know what, but there's something very different about your scent, and it made me snap. I'd say it was your diet, but you haven't changed anything."

"Could it be because I'm...drinking your blood?"

"No. You aren't taking in enough for it to have an effect. I don't plan to let you have it often. I made an exception today because it was necessary."

Kida looked at him curiously. "Why did that wake me up?"

"Your senses were overwhelmed by it."

"I see…"

"Are you feeling alright?"

The boy paused. "No. Definitely not."

"Oh, um… Is there anything you need me to do? I could get you something to eat or carry you to bed."

"You've done enough. I'm just going to stay here until I feel better. It's really bad this time. I'm extremely dizzy, and I'm having trouble with my vision. Plus, it's annoying how often I end up in the bed."

"You're having trouble with your vision?"

"I see white spots."

Izaya muttered something under his breath. He looked at the boy thoughtfully for several moments.

"Why do you always stare at me?"

"You're an interesting creature. More intriguing than many humans I've encountered, actually."

"I'm just sitting here."

The raven shifted so his face was extremely close to the younger male's. "Currently, your lack of action is what amuses me—your hesitance to act." Already knowing what the boy would reply with, he continued. "Don't try to hide it. I know exactly what you're thinking about. Why don't you pursue your desire?"

"Fine. As appealing as it sounds, I'm not quite sure that I should just make a move. You have my body at your disposal, not vice versa. I don't think it's my…place."

"Not your place? I like that line," he purred. He brushed his lips against Kida's; a teasing movement. "As you said, part of your reason for being here is so that I can use your body whenever I want. I thought it was obvious, so I didn't think to say anything, but it would be a rarity for me to refuse you. If you want me, go for it. That would save me the trouble of enticing you. It's not your place to do many things, but this isn't one of them."

"It's embarrassing," he said faintly.

"I won't make fun of you." He leaned back slightly. "Well, go on."

"… Now?"

"It's what you want, right?"

"Um, yes."

"Then take initiative."

Kida avoided his eyes. "I don't know what to do."

"Anything. I won't stop you."

The boy combed through the raven's silky hair. He closed the small distance between them and kissed him. He remembered the things that Izaya had done to him, and tried them out. He sucked on his upper lip for awhile, and then ran his tongue along the older male's teeth, asking for entrance. The teen straddled him to get a better angle as his tongue explored. He moved away just long enough to remove both of their shirts. Kida then resumed his activity, feeling the sculpted torso before him. Frustrated that Izaya wasn't doing anything, he stopped. "Why won't you touch me?"

"Show me what to do. I told you that you're in control."

Kida took Izaya's hand and sucked on the fingers. He averted his eyes due to the embarrassing nature of the action. Once he finished, he brought the hand to his lower back. Unable to think of anything sexy or eloquent, he improvised. "Just…um… Finger me."

The older male smirked. "As you wish." He thrusted two fingers inside, stretching him, rubbing against all the right places.

The boy groaned and drooped forward. "U-use your…mouth on m-my…ear."

Izaya eagerly followed the instruction, using his teeth and tongue on one of Kida's weak spots. He knew how sensitive he was there, but he hadn't expected him to ask for it.

When he felt ready a few minutes later, he stood briefly to take off his remaining clothes. He reclaimed his spot on the man's lap and unzipped his pants. He took out the demon's length and stroked it.

Kida positioned himself over it and took a deep breath, relaxing as much as he could. He slowly lowered himself until he was all the way down. After a moment, he started to move. When he felt Izaya latch on to his hips, he picked up his pace. He was at an angle where he could grind against the raven's stomach.

The boy quickly grew tired. "I-Izaya, move."

The older male tightened his grip and thrusted his hips to meet Kida. He nibbled on the teen's neck, biting down harder when he groaned in pleasure.

Kida cried out when Izaya hit the right spot. "Yes! R-right…there. Hah!"

The demon grinned, but said nothing. He pounded in harder, sending the boy over the edge. Kida grew silent as a wave of pleasure hit him. He dug his fingernails into the informant's shoulders, nearly drawing blood. Izaya finished a few seconds later, barely keeping hold of the boy. He lifted the boy off of his member and back down to his lap. He held him close.

"Good?"

"Yeah," Kida breathed.

"Now, was that really so hard?"

"Well, it wore me out if that's what you mean."

"No. I mean you taking control. Not as difficult as you thought, right? And I'm fairly certain that you enjoyed the outcome." He whispered the last bit into the teen's ear. "Let's get cleaned up."

Exhausted and barely able to move his legs, Kida thought to protest. He remembered what happened the last time he refused, and decided against it. As long as Izaya didn't let him fall, he'd just hang on and endure it. He nodded. "Okay."

Izaya picked him up and kissed his cheek. He grinned widely, knowing the boy had learned from his past mistake. "Good boy."

Man, Durarara!, Kuroshitsuji, Sailor Moon, Junjou, and K!? This is going to be a great year for anime.

I'll just be over here waiting for second seasons of Ghost Hunt and Kaze no Stigma…

Fun fact: John and Mai from Ghost Hunt and Kazuma and Kirika are pretty much my only serious heteroships. God I hate Ayano so much.