"Are you trying to seduce me?" Izaya looked away from his computer screen and raised a curious eyebrow.
Kida smiled. "I don't know… Maybe," he replied innocently.
"Well," Izaya said as he left his chair, "it's working." He gawked at the teen in front of him. He wore Izaya's white dress shirt unbuttoned with a pair of his black boxers. A black tie hung loosely around his neck. His hair was disheveled and his eyes gleamed with mischief.
The boy had been acting increasingly provocative over the past few weeks. Masaomi walked around Izaya's apartment shirtless, sat on his lap while he worked, and took naps invitingly sprawled across his bed. It wasn't the acts themselves that bothered Izaya; he enjoyed the boy's newfound enthusiasm for pleasing him. The problem was that he couldn't figure out Kida's reasoning behind his recent actions. He'd always been able to read the boy, but Masaomi had gotten better at concealing his motives and feelings. He didn't see the behavior as any kind of threat, so he brushed it off to investigate later.
Izaya pulled on the tie to draw the blond's head towards him. The informant kissed his cheek. "What are you up to?" he asked softly.
"I was bored so I thought I'd play dress-up," he replied coyly.
"You're bored, huh? Well, I can keep you busy…" Izaya trailed his fingers up Kida's abdomen and grinned.
Kida tangled his fingers in the older male's hair and brought their lips together. He wrapped his legs around Izaya's waist and deepened their kiss.
"Izaya," the blond breathed, "I want you."
"Obviously," he snickered. "You've been acting even more whorish than usual, you know?" He kissed the boy's jawbone.
"Maybe you're just becoming more attracted to me," he suggested with a smirk.
"That's doubtful; I don't think there's anywhere to go from here."
"Then my plan is working perfectly."
Izaya moved to the Masaomi's neck and exhaled hot air, causing Kida to shiver. "Plan, huh?"
"You mean, you haven't figured it out? I've stumped the great Orihara Izaya."
"Yes, that's quite impressive, considering my line of work." He returned to the blond's lips. "I'll find out soon enough; you know that you can't hide things from me, Kida-kun."
The informant detached the boy's legs and pulled him off the desk. Kida cocked his head in confusion.
"I want to put that outfit to good use," he explained. The man abruptly grabbed the tie and dragged him across the room. He looked from the couch to his bedroom and tapped a pensive finger on his chin. He couldn't decide between the two and shoved Kida onto the floor instead. He propped himself up on his elbows as Izaya straddled him. The informant grasped the tie again and pulled the boy up to meet his face.
Izaya kissed the teen and held the back of his head in his hand. Kida pulled away.
"Are you…cradling my head?"
Izaya paused. He hadn't realized that he was trying to make the boy more comfortable. He would've strained himself keeping his head level while a tie held up his neck.
"Is there a problem with that?" Izaya shifted his legs.
Kida took advantage of Izaya's lack of balance and quickly switched their positions. The raven lay on his back, staring up at the teen.
"That was an impressive move."
"I learned from the best," he whispered into the man's ear.
The informant shivered. Although he enjoyed toying with a submissive Kida, his domineering side was alluring and fun.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Kida smiled. "Oh, have we reversed roles?"
"Possibly." Izaya grazed the blond's back with his fingertips. "You're really turning me on right now; I don't mind giving you a bit of freedom."
Kida's grin widened. "This should be fun." He took the man's shirt off, and then immediately pinned his wrists above his head. He reached into Izaya's back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. He noticed the shiny silver earlier in the day and thought up a plan. He quickly put them on Izaya, and then looked to him for a reaction.
He wasn't angry, but he also didn't appear overjoyed with the situation. He seemed to be calculating an escape route, if the need for one arose.
"What's wrong, Izaya-kun?"
Izaya fixed on his shining brown eyes. The boy seemed fearless. "Am I supposed to call you 'Masaomi-sama'? 'Senpai,' maybe?" The older male smiled back.
"Something like that." He lowered himself to his elbows and knees and sucked on the man's collarbone. He idly played with one of Izaya's nipples until he received a quiet moan.
Kida undid the man's pants and pulled out his member. He removed his own boxers and peered at the man beneath him. He pressed three fingers against Izaya's lips. The man looked hesitant, but he opened his mouth and lathered the fingers.
"Your hands are cuffed, so I'll have to do it myself."
Kida got on one elbow and exaggeratedly stuck his rear in the air. Making sure to give Izaya a good view, he reached behind him and shoved two saliva-covered fingers into his opening. He scissored himself for a while, and then added a third finger.
Izaya gaped at the lewd display. He felt his prick throb and groaned. Just then, Kida moaned and rested his forehead against Izaya's shoulder. He continued to moan and exhale loudly—mostly for Izaya's benefit—as he pumped his fingers in and out, hitting his prostate each time.
Izaya's hands twitched. He wanted to touch the boy. He wanted to be the one to give him such pleasure. Kida raised his head and noticed the older male's frustrated expression.
"Is there something you want to say, Izaya-kun?"
Izaya looked up with clouded eyes. "Let me touch you… Masaomi-sama."
"I'm having far too much fun to allow that," he replied cheekily.
He removed his fingers and grabbed Izaya's length. He positioned himself over it and thrusted backwards to take it all in. The informant pressed his head into the floor and groaned.
"Ah… Fuck," he breathed.
Kida quickly rocked on Izaya's member. He grinned, hearing the man's desperate panting and unintelligible words. It seemed that he could make Izaya feel the pleasure he did during their usual intimate activities by playing the dominant role. He wondered if taking a step—or leap—further would produce similar results.
Izaya abdomen contracted as he released into Kida. He didn't give the man any time to relax, however. Kida flipped him over and brought him to his knees and elbows.
Izaya rested his head on his restrained hands. "M-Masaomi?"
Kida took a deep breath. He'd fantasized about being in this position for so long, but never thought he'd get the opportunity to act on it. Right now, he had Izaya completely submissive and craving Kida. Masaomi also knew that he was too exhausted to put up a good fight if he tried to stop the boy. He ran his hands up and down the man's back and bit his shoulder. Izaya thought he heard him faintly murmur something about murder, but he wasn't sure.
Knowing that he would have to act fast, Kida slammed two fingers into Izaya's opening. The man cried out. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed.
"You mean, you've never been uke?" He already knew the answer, but figured that talking would keep Izaya distracted. He pumped and scissored his fingers as he spoke.
"N-no, of course not! I always give! I'm always…in control."
"Sometimes change is good," he purred. He stuck a third finger in and quickly began searching for the man's prostate. The faster he found it, the easier it would be to keep him submissive.
"T-take them out! I'm serious, Kida-kun! I'll… I…ughh." Izaya trailed off as his body began to tremble with pleasure. "Wh-what…is this?" Kida repeatedly hit the same spot.
"Does it feel good, Izaya-kun?" If he could get Izaya to admit his pleasure, he'd have the man completely inferior.
"N-no, it's not…that."
"The sounds you're making tell me otherwise."
"Sh-shut up."
Kida took his fingers out and grasped Izaya's hips. He moved his hips in front of Izaya's opening and prepared to thrust in.
"No fucking way is this happening. Get—" Izaya choked back a scream when Kida roughly entered him. He groaned as the boy slowly pulled out. "N-no, Masaomi. Don't do this," he begged.
Kida slammed in again, and Izaya's cries filled the apartment. He picked up a steady rhythm. "I'm going…to kill you."
"Ugh… Izaya. It feels…so good." He now understood what Izaya was talking about when he expressed the amazing sensations he felt from Kida's tight walls. Kida was his first in this way, and he hugged Kida's prick tightly.
He soon found Izaya's prostate. He knew he'd found it when the protesting and threatening turned into pleasure-filled moans.
"Do you like it, Izaya-kun?"
"M-Masaomi, stop."
Kida felt his abdomen tense up as his breathing climbed. He was sweating and his whole body felt like it had caught fire. "Ha, ah… I-Izaya, I'm… I'm gonna come."
"Don't you even—"
The man was cut off by Kida's loud cry as he released his seed into Izaya. He stayed on his knees for a minute as he came down from his high, and then pulled out of the man.
Izaya collapsed onto his side. Kida watched him as he panted on his hands and knees.
The informant finally collected himself, grimacing as sticky liquid dripped out of him. He scooted forward and silently held his hands out to the younger male. Kida nodded weakly and walked into Izaya's room. He returned with the key in his hands, along with a towel. He unlocked the handcuffs and watched him rub his chaffed wrists, and then wipe himself off, wincing. He put his boxers on and sat in front of the boy.
Izaya stared at Kida wordlessly. Without warning, the raven grabbed his neck with both hands and slammed him into the floor. "What the hell was that?" he screamed. "I didn't say you could fuck me!"
Kida desperately tried to pull the hands from his throat. "I-Izaya… I can't…" Kida coughed. "…can't…breathe."
Izaya felt the small hands tugging on his arms and saw the boy's terrified expression. He released his hold, but moved his hands on the boy's shoulders and sat on him to assure that he didn't escape. Kida coughed a few times and gasped for air. Once his breathing leveled, he looked up to see blood red eyes glaring daggers at him.
"I-Izaya?"
"Yes, Kida-kun?" The man spoke with a scarily normal tone.
"A—are you…mad at me?"
Izaya smiled and bent down to lick his ear. He laughed softly. "I'm going to make you regret ever entering this world," he whispered.
Kida's heart stopped. Of course Izaya was angry with him; dominating the informant like he did was a horrible idea. He should've listened to the man's protests and stopped before it escalated out of hand.
"I—I'm so sorry… I just..."
Izaya smiled again. It was a smile that Kida had never seen before. His eyes held a murderous gleam and the side of his mouth twitched. He looked somewhat deranged. The teen was glad that Izaya didn't have his switchblade on him. He would have to walk across the room to get it, which would leave plenty of time for Kida to grab some clothing and escape.
He stared fearfully into the man's eyes, uncertain of what the unpredictable informant might do. He saw the gleam of a familiar object in Izaya's hand. No, he thought, that's not possible.
Kida hadn't realized he'd spoken aloud. "Of course it's possible. This is me you're dealing with." He held knife flat against Kida's throat. He slowly dragged it down to the boy's abdomen.
The informant glanced up and the teen before briefly standing to flip the boy on his stomach.
"Get on your knees," the man growled. Kida quickly complied. He stared at the ground as he awaited his fate.
Izaya bent over and gently kissed his shoulder blade. He straightened out again and brought the tip of the blade to the same spot. He swiped the blade across the pure skin, staining it red. Kida choked back a scream; he wasn't sure if crying out would only annoy Izaya. Any aggravation could result in unthinkable outcomes.
"Do you understand the severity of your actions, Masaomi? When you force someone into doing something sexual, without his consent, it's called rape. You raped me, Masaomi."
Izaya kissed his other shoulder blade and repeated his previous action. This cut was deeper, and Kida couldn't muffle his scream.
The informant lapped up the blood. "Red is such a pretty color, don't you think?"
Izaya cut into the small of his back; Kida cried out again. "Don't ignore me, Masaomi. That's very rude."
"I—I'm sorry." Tears fell from his eyes as he saw his blood dripping to the floor. He whimpered when the informant cut into him a fourth time.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes," the teen responded shakily. "Are… Are you going to…kill me?"
Izaya moved to sit in front of the boy. "What? No, I'm not going to kill you. What you did is idiotic and…distasteful, but I still want you around. I'm sure you know not to do anything like that again."
Kida nodded. "Y-yes. Of course, Izaya."
"Bad boys need to be punished in order to learn their lesson. Have you learned your lesson, Kida-kun?"
"Y—yes. Please…please; I'm so sorry, Izaya."
Izaya stood and gathered his clothing. He cringed while attempting to step into his pants. A searing pain flared up his back and grabbed his desk for support. He looked back at Kida angrily, as if he just now remembered what had happened.
"You will be punished. And it will be a punishment that you won't like, my little masochist." He successfully clothed his lower half.
"O-okay."
The informant stood in front of the kneeling teen. He snatched some of his hair and cruelly yanked him upwards. "That's right. I will no longer tolerate any disobedience from you. You will come here every day and will leave only when I dismiss you; you will do whatever I ask without question and endure any punishment I see fit. If you behave, over time, I will give you more freedom, but you're on a short leash for the time being." Izaya crouched down. "And don't even try to run away. If you do, I will hunt you down and drag you back to me. You won't be shown any mercy if that happens. Do you understand me, Kida-kun?"
The teen nodded. He wished he had considered what would happen after Izaya regained his composure.
What have I done?
