Disclaimer: If I owned Durarara it would be three times sicker.
Free was, apparently, way more hyper then Izaya originally thought, for he couldn't wait outside for five whole minutes. Now he was in the room again, poking the twins as he tried to get them up. Izaya groaned as he slid the suit on. He did not like suits. They were way too tight and restricted his movements, squeezing him in the places where no man should be squeezed by his clothes. Izaya had a feeling that, that was their purpose too. He felt hot and desperately in a need of a shower but he predicted he wasn't getting that any time soon.
And then there were those kids.
Izaya could not believe that he crumbled and fell down to their play. He practically raped one kid and used them both for pleasure. It was all part of her plan and he knew it. How could he be so stupid and let go of himself, surrendering to his instincts. So what if they had him surrounded, he was years older then them, he was supposed to be able to handle it. How old they were ten, eleven? Was it possible that he willingly gave in? No there was no way; he was perfectly able to keep his lusts in control.
"Ello babes, daddy is home~"
Oh great what now?
Another blond ducked into the room, his blue eyes sparkling playfully as he twirled a bottle of pink lube in his hand. He took a one quick look at the Izaya then at Free and finally at the twins and his grin grew even wider.
"My oh my, what do we have here? I have to admit that Miss. Rose really outdone herself with the kinkiness this time. I never in all fourteen years of my experience had a fivesom in which one of the guys is wearing a suit. But I am more than eager to…"
The pillow came flying his direction and muffed him mid sentence.
"Shut it Colt. Who ever said that you'll get me, I'm a one woman guy and you ain't even a woman!" Free laughed teasingly.
"Oh is that a challenge my little birdie, cause I do assure you that I can trick your eyes and every other organ on your body when it comes to sex." The blond winked teasingly.
"As I said, I stay true to my mistress."
"Ah a bird in a golden cage~ sings only for its master even when its master forbids it to sing."
"Unlike you who sing for everybody, but nobody loves you enough to keep you theirs."
"At least I still sing, what's a bird with clipped wings and its beak shut close."
"You tell me, Colt, for this bird ain't singing for you."
The blond giggled; "Such a tease, you are my little swallow."
"I don't belong to you and I never will."
"Oh, how they always want what they can't have."
Two boys eyed each other and Izaya was left to yet again be confused by the weirdness of expressions and happening in this house. However he was getting interested. Weird always attracted him and he found himself dwelling on psychology that would allow these boys to live like this. If only he wasn't one of them too, then this would be quite a game, but he wasn't sure could he safely play while being in this deep.
"So who's he? Does Miss. Rose want me to train him too, because I would love too~" the blond purred, sending shivers down Izaya's spine.
"Valentine this is Izaya, Izaya this is Valentine. And no, Valentine, he is not here so you can train him. He is Miss. Ryana's. I think she just wanted him warmed up."
"She could've called me, I'm the professional here." Valentine pouted.
"She did. She called the brothel, but Ruth said that you were busy."
"Couldn't she wait, I mean a guy has to work, right? Man this blows." He eyed Izaya one more time, before he gave him a seductive wink and a smile; "Don't worry handsome, we'll get our play time and then I'll show you the gold league~"
Izaya felt his blood run cold at the suggestion. He was not about to have sex with another kid. But fortunately enough the kid just smiled and skipped his way over to the twins. Izaya flinched when Valentine pressed his lips against Toshi's to wake up the younger one. Valentine giggled ad pulled up, twirling the lube around professionally.
"Wake up sleeping beauty~" he sung when Toshi opened his eyes tiredly.
The younger one smiled tiredly; "Valentine?"
"Who else, little one?" Valentine smiled back and leaned in to steal a kiss from the other twin as well.
"Huh?" Taki opened his eyes and tilted his head at the older boy, before he smiled as well.
"That's right angel, service with a smile~" Valentine chanted, brushing hair off of Taki's forehead.
"We should go now." Izaya heard a murmur behind him and felt pulled out of the room.
Free started leading him down the hall, unusually quiet and not commenting on the event that took place moments ago. Izaya could not have that; he wanted answers no matter how awkward they could be.
"So shall I guess that Valentine is their…teacher?"
Free sighed; "I guess, kind of. He enjoys his job way too much, he does."
Izaya made a scowl as if he agreed; "A pervert at such a young age."
Free at Izaya's surprise chuckled; "I wish it was that simple, but no. Actually yes and no. Izaya do you know how old usually sex slaves are when they begin their training?"
"Ummm no."
"Well you really can't tell because it depends on the conditions of their enslavement. I know that twins started when they were around five or so. Do you know when Valentine started?"
"No."
"The second he learned to suck. You would be surprised how many kinky perverts are out there. Valentine was messed with a lot, mainly in his head. Somebody thought it would be a brilliant idea to leave a newborn baby in front of the brothel and accidently created Valentine. He grew up taught nothing but sex, you know, he can't tune it down or stop himself. He bends and goes all ways. Guys or girl, children or old folks, he doesn't care, he sees no difference. Heck if you get him drunk enough he'll try to seduce a chair, I saw him once. He still thinks he got dumped, he has hamsters brain really." Free sighed shaking his head; "But when you get over the fact that he will try to seduce every moving thing, he is actually not that bad. He is childish as hell, really, at least when not on the job."
"You pity him?"
"What's not to pity? Everybody does, but no one will say anything to him. He wouldn't understand, after all. He lives in his own little world and is completely ignorant of the fact that everybody around him is using him. Just take Ruth for example."
"Ruth?"
"She runs the brothel where he lives and works. She's the one who raised him, actually. She makes good money off of him, uses the poor kid until he can't stand no more and then repeats the process again the next day. And you know how he thinks of her? He thinks of her as his mother! Hell, if I was to tell him that she is just using him and that she couldn't care less about him, he would never speak to me again if you exclude the fact that he would yell at me for an half an hours about how I dare to speak about Ruth that way ad that she would never do that and that she is the most loving person he met in his life. Loving in what way, I ask you. Do you know what he said to me the first time we met?"
"No."
"I asked him who he is and he told me; I'm whoever or whatever you want me to be~ I was literally dumfounded. He'll get in trouble like that, you'll see. There are a whole lot of freaks out there nowadays and Valentine just can't wrap his head around the fact that some of them might actually try and hurt him. I don't think that he is even aware that there are people who could try to hurt him. He sees the world through rose-colored glasses, I tell you."
Izaya allowed the boy to vent out his frustrations all while carefully devising a plan. That Valentine kid wasn't from the house; he lived on the outside so he would be a valuable connection. Free did say that the kid was naive, he'll easily get his trust and convince him to help him. Now all he needed is some time unsupervised with him and he'll have the boy dancing to his beat in no time.
"Well here we are; Miss. Ryana's room." Free sighed pushing him forwards slightly.
"Wait what? What does she want now?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, good luck." Free whished truthfully and pushed him inside.
Author's notes: Don't look at me like that; we all already know that this story is my kink vent and if you don't like it you can leave right now. "Pouts in the corner."