Alternate Scene
Mob X Roppi
In the events that Izaya wasn't generous when it came to Roppi's payment, this is what would have happened.
Roppi sat on his knees in the middle of the cold floor, his hands on his thighs and head tilted down. He wore a flimsy black skirt that had a slit up the thigh. Black and white nylon curled up his legs with red slippers holding his feet. He had on a v-neck, bicep-strapped shirt but his shoulders were unexposed due to wearing Izaya's coat, along with rusty brown eyes contacts to convince others he was really the informant of Shinjuku.
The pitch black room lit from a single light above his head. His fists tightened on his legs, his fake brown eyes remaining on the floor. He had numbed himself to the best of his capabilities and when asked by Shiki, he denied the use of sedatives to make him calmer. Even with the horrendous events he was about to go through, he didn't want it to be worse than needed by being limp and unable to move on his own.
Men began to enter the only light source, staring down at Roppi with predatory eyes. Roppi looked up, his bangs pinned back by red bobby pins. He stared up at the approaching men then, with a sigh of resignation, stood himself. He walked up to one of them.
Automatically, the man's arms wrapped around Roppi's waist and pulled him to his body. His lips attached to Roppi's neck. So, he faked a moan.
In the shadows, Izaya and Shiki sat in chairs, out of sight and out of mind.
Another man came up behind Roppi and gripped the raven's hip, drawing his hands up the skirt to play with his ass. Roppi faked another man.
"You sound like a natural slut, Orihara." Another man said.
They chuckled.
"AH! HAH!" Roppi moaned as the burly man jacked him furiously.
Flicking the skirt up that dangled around Roppi's waist, he exposed the ravens' small reddened ass. He smacked it hard, making Roppi squeal. Then his massive cock pushed in.
"HYAH!" Roppi arched his back to the sudden intrusion. He spread his legs more and grabbed the man's hips that pushed into him.
"Fuck. Orihara, you're pretty loose." The man said with a smile, slamming into Roppi till the hilt then quickly pulling back.
"Uh, hah!" Roppi moaned. "Don't move. Not yet—HYAH!"
The man gripped Roppi's hips and slammed forward, the photographer jolting.
"AH!" Roppi tilted his head back and closed his eyes tight shut. "Hah, uh, uh."
Saliva drizzled from Roppi's mouth as he let his head droop, jolting with every hard slam against his ass.
Roppi smelt something musky and opened his eyes to see a cock waiting to be taken. Roppi obliged, taking the member into his mouth with his hair, thankfully, out of the way. The last thing he wanted was hair in his mouth, as well. His shirt was pulled up to his waist along with his coat, although the sleeves to the jacket had fallen off his shoulders and were now around his biceps. Liquids were drizzling down the raven's thighs—he couldn't really remember if it was cum, lubricant, or spit—which made the striped nylon transparent.
Roppi let the man thrusting into him make his body move, thus making him bob his head up and down the man's arousal. The raven had moved his hands away from the man's hips behind him to the man's hips in front of him, legs shaking with the effort to stay standing.
"Mm!"
"Fuck." The man grimaced, leaving nasty indents in Roppi's hips. The man's thrusting became more desperate, burrowing into the photographer as hard as he could. Roppi moaned in protest, pre-cum flooding his mouth.
The other man groaned and grabbed a handful of Roppi's hair making the bobby pins terrible askew. With a hard thrust, he flooded the photographer's throat with cum while the man behind flooded his ass.
The two backed away. Roppi plopped to his knees, gasping heavily, one of his red slippers coming undone and pointing outward with his toes still in the end.
'Two.'
Roppi was pushed onto his back, where he spread his legs for the next subordinate. Holding back a moan, the man pushed in without restraint, burying himself completely on the first thrust. The man hooked Roppi's knees over his shoulder, holding his thighs tightly. He slammed his hips against the photographers', worrying for his own release.
As Roppi's ass was assaulted, another man knelt down by the fake brown-eyed raven's shoulders, stroking his own member. Roppi propped himself onto his arms and took the member into his mouth. He bobbed is head as quickly as he could move his neck, moaning and gasping through his nose as he jolted in tandem with the thrust.
Another man came to Roppi on his other side. Resting on his elbow the photographer expertly grabbed the member and stroked it.
"Hahaha, fuck he's good at this."
Roppi stared at the man for a moment, then closed his eyes and continued to move.
Someone reached down and gripped Roppi's cock, beginning to stroke him.
"Mm!" Roppi twitched.
"Hey, angle your cock to hit his sweet spot." The man Roppi was sucking said to the man pounding into him.
"Mm." the man obliged, shrugging Roppi's knees off his shoulders. He had the Izaya imposter spread his legs as far as he could and gripped his thigh with one hand and wrapped the other under Roppi's hips to raise them.
He pulled out. Then slammed back in.
"AH!" Roppi's eyes flared open and he released both the cocks he was working on to arch his back and thrust back onto the man. "AH! AH! AH!"
Roppi's mind became a mess, arching his back in tandem with the thrusts. He reached up and clawed the ground above his head while grabbing handfuls of his own hair.
The men whistled. "He likes that."
"Keep at it. I wanna see him cum." The man continued to jack him.
The subordinate obeyed, thrusting into Roppi in that perfect spot that lit pleasurable fire up the young man's spine, turning his brain to mush.
"I-I'm! Cu-cumming—I'm cummin—AH AH! AH!"
Roppi arched his back as his body was wracked with orgasm, blinding him with that amazing whiteness. His body trembled and his hole clenched down on the man inside him, forcing a crippling orgasm out of the intruder.
The two laid in their afterglow, the man having drawn blood from the raven's ghostly white skin from his fingernails.
The man finally separated from Roppi, a trail of white connecting the entrance to the now flaccid prick before breaking apart and falling against the raven's rump.
'Three.'
Roppi was flipped onto his hands and knees. The next man—one of the men that he had either been sucking off or jerking off, Roppi didn't know which—pulled Roppi's chest up so the two were pressed against each other. Roppi arched his back so his ass was opened to the new man.
He pushed in. Roppi exhaled breathily, his legs shaking. He rested his hands together onto the ground for support only to have one of his hands pulled away to continue stroking a now throbbing cock.
Roppi moaned then opened his eyes to a cock pushing against his lips. He automatically opened his mouth to allow access. The cock pushed in, the raven slacking his jaws so the man could go down his throat. A gentle hand held the back of his head as his thin neck was filled with a throbbing new prick.
Roppi tried to concentrate on the three. He could ignore the one stuffing him because he had no control of his movement but he had trouble paying attention to the two he did have control over. Having never been in a threesome, let alone an orgy, he wasn't used to the multitasking and constant attention each man demanded. He would either focus on bobbing his head or shifting his hand, neither at the same time to their annoyances.
"Fuck." The man behind Roppi groaned, grinding in to hold back a premature orgasm.
Roppi glanced back at him, then clenched his ass.
"Nngh." The man dug his nails into Roppi's hips and clenched his teeth as he flooded Roppi's insides with another load, the liquids splattering out of his entrance and down his thighs. "You shit."
Roppi was flipped over onto his back and immediately refilled with the same man. The man grabbed Roppi under his knees and pushed his legs back to the photographer's chest. He thrust.
"Uh, ah! Hh!"
Roppi's body jolted and automatically his lower back began to hurt. He was hoping on making the man climax early so it would be over quickly and to spite him, but now he regretted it. The man battered the Izaya-Imposter hard and quick, slamming his hips against Roppi's ass relentless. Every forward thrust forced the breath out of his lungs. Every backward pull made him gasp. Roppi was getting lightheaded.
Roppi was sure he was going to pass out from lack of air when he man groaned roughly—near growling—and splattered his insides again. Roppi could feel the other loads bubbling inside him from the new one, making his stomach feel extremely strange.
The man pulled out, his cock coated in the white fluids. There had been a tissue box placed on the floor a while back, and the man cleaned himself up before stuffing the tissues in his pockets and leaving.
'Four.'
Roppi lied on the ground, unmoving, panting heavily. Someone kneeled by the raven, rubbing a gentle hand against his hair. Roppi twitched and groaned. Then attempted to raise himself up so he could feed the other men. Everything from his hips down was numb with only a pulsating throb inside him. Roppi propped himself onto his hands, head and body limp.
Gentle arms wrapped under his arms and held him against a broad frame. The man reached down with his other hand and shoved two fingers in. Roppi twitched, his sore entrance protesting to the touch. The man scissored his fingers, spreading them apart while pushing against Roppi's stomach with his other hand. Cum automatically plopped onto the floor, drizzling down the man's hand and Roppi's thighs.
Once Roppi was emptied, the man replaced the arm around the raven's waist with the other one and held his chin. He kissed him, filling the smaller's mouth with his own tongue. Roppi closed his eyes and opened his mouth to the intruder, reluctantly having his tongue play against the others.
As his mouth was ravaged, the man grabbed Roppi's ass cheeks and coaxed him up so his cock was angled to enter. Roppi wrapped his arms around the man's neck and moaned as the prick pushed into his extremely loose entrance. Roppi squeezed the man's waist with his knees, trying to use his feet as leverage but ultimately having to sit on the man's lap.
The man leaned back on his elbows, allowing Roppi to sit on his knees with his hands by the man's shoulders. Holding Roppi's thighs, the man thrust up.
"Uh…" Roppi titled his head back to the sudden movement but didn't make as much noise as the men would have liked.
The man's thrust were gentle and slow, obviously taking into account Roppi's condition. Because Roppi didn't know the man and that there was no need to be gentle, Roppi thanked the man with a kiss.
"Well, doesn't he like you?" someone said.
The man broke the kiss. "If you treat someone nicely, they tend to reward you."
"Peh." The man grabbed Roppi by his hair and yanked the raven's head up.
"Nn—mm!" A cock pushed into his mouth.
"Watch the teeth!"
Roppi glared at him, saying with his eyes. "You're the one that pushed in suddenly." Roppi tried to pull his head off so he could curl his lips over his teeth but the man wouldn't allow it. Every time Roppi pulled back, he pulled the raven back on. Roppi's throat protested to the treatment, feeling like the man was scraping his throat raw while not allowing oxygen to go into his lungs. Roppi made his jaw go slack, able to get a little bit of air in his aching lungs.
But not enough.
Roppi pushed against the man's hips, grabbing the man's hand that was on his head.
"Knock it off, you little bitch."
"He can't breathe." The man under Roppi said. "Let him go for a moment."
"He can deal."
"If he faints then no one gets him." Someone else said.
"Tch." He separated. "Fine."
Roppi gasped, then coughed, his body heaving with heavy pants.
"See? You were suffocating him." The gentle man said.
"Cry me a river."
"Hey, you okay?" the kind man reached up and massaged Roppi's neck, gently and soothingly.
Roppi stared down at the man, staring into his bright green eyes. Green eyes that reminded Roppi of someone else. The gentle hands, soft treatment, green eyes filled with worry…
Roppi clenched his teeth and turned his head away. "I'm fine."
The man continued to rub Roppi's neck, then leaned up and licked it.
Out of surprise from the unexpected treatment, Roppi let out a moan. "AH!"
Several of the remaining men chuckled. "My, he likes you."
"Its cuz he's so gentle."
One of them chuckled then straddled the man's legs and pushed down on Roppi's shoulder with one hand and held his hips with the other.
Roppi's eyes widened when he heard the man unbuckle his pants.
"Wait!" Roppi tilted his head back to look over his shoulder. "Two won't fit! You can't!"
"Sure I can."
"You'll break him." The man under Roppi said.
"Not if I'm gentle."
"Wait, seriously!" Roppi said. "It really won't—"
"Shut up!" the man's fist connected with Roppi's ribs.
Roppi caterwauled, tilting his head down in pain.
The man positioned his member, holding Roppi's ass while spreading the entrance with his thumbs.
He pushed in.
Roppi screamed before realizing it, arching his back with wide eyes. The scream quickly died into an almost inaudible moan.
'Can't breathe—so full.'
"Fuck."
"It's too tight." The man under Roppi said.
"Pull out some so I can get in."
The rough man grabbed Roppi's shoeless ankle and pushed into the hilt. Roppi's small body trembled, his fingernails bleeding from digging into the concrete floor so hard.
"Fuck, so tight."
"Amazing." The man Roppi had been sucking said. "I wouldn't think two would fit in that tiny body.,"
"He's so loose, this is the only way to make him tight."
"You're hurting him." The kind man said.
"He's fine." The man thrust.
"HYAH!"
The kind man hissed in pleasure.
The other man chuckled, continued his vigorous thrusts, rubbing against the kinder man. Roppi moaned in tandem with every thrust, his head still tilted back and eyes wide. After continuous ministration, even the kinder man started to thrust as he grabbed Roppi's hands. Ever so gently, he removed the raven's hands form the floor and placed them on his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around the black-haired man's body, rubbing his hand reassuringly through Roppi's hair.
"Sheesh, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've got a crush on him." The other man said.
"Don't be stupid." The gentle man said. "He volunteered for this. The lease one of us could do is be nice to Orihara-san."
"Peh, don't waste your efforts on a whore. Right, Orihara-san?" his hips slapped against Roppi's.
"HYAH!"
The man reached under Roppi's hips and gripped the smaller's half erect cock. Roppi twitched.
"Fucking masochist. You like getting hurt, don't you?"
Roppi just looked back at him, fake brown eyes conflicting with pain and pleasure. The man yanked on Roppi's member, stroking and squeezing. Roppi's body jolted and tightened around the intruders inside him for a moment before relaxing. He exhaled and rubbed his head against the kinder man's chest, closing his eyes.
The rougher man thrust.
"AH! Uh! Kmm! Mm!" Roppi bit his bottom lip to muffle his moans as his hips shook.
"See? Fucking whores love it rough."
The man's ministrations quickened as the two members started moving just as fast. Roppi swallowed his moans, arching his back with his head titled back, mouth gaping in an empty moan.
The rough man chuckled and released Roppi's member. Grabbing the raven's hips, the man slammed into Roppi as hard as he could.
"AH!" Roppi's eyes flared open, and blinding whiteness took over his vision as a powerful orgasm enraptured him. Roppi couldn't hear his own moan—that sounded more like a scream—as his mind was taken over by that powerful white.
The rough man flooded Roppi's insides, coating his member and the kinder man's cock in whiteness.
The gentler man hissed as Roppi's hole tightened around him, constricting him against the other member inside him. Clenching his teeth while tilting his head back, the man let out yet another load that coated them both.
The three slumped, panting hard, basking in their afterglow.
Then the rough man separated, cleaning off his member with a tissue. Roppi exhaled and twitched before propping himself up on his arms. He barely was able to roll himself off the man, falling limp on his back.
The gentle man sat up and cleaned himself off, then tucked his member back in his pants. The man sat on his knees by Roppi, looking down at the seemingly unconscious Izaya-imposter. The man brushed Roppi's bangs out of his face.
"Did you faint?"
Roppi's eyes opened in a slit. His heart wrenched and his stomach dropped when he saw those bright green eyes. Glaring up at him, he batted the hand away and rolled onto his side so his back was to the gentle man. He forced himself onto his hand and knees, all four appendages trembling badly.
The gentle man stared at Roppi for a moment longer then stood and walked off.
'Six.'
Roppi looked around him, catching sight of three more men. Clenched his teeth, Roppi forced himself to his feet, standing with his knees together. He took one step to the remaining three before falling back. A hand grabbed his wrist, and tugged him forward into greedy arms. The three plopped down onto the floor with Roppi in their embrace—he recognized his captor as the man that had nearly suffocated him.
Lips attached to the crook of his neck and shoulder before teeth replaced them. Roppi gasped a short intake of breath and stiffened. His body automatically protested to the stiffness so he fell slack.
While his neck was gnawed on, one of the other men went behind Roppi and thrust into him. Roppi only exhaled.
"Fuck, he's all sloppy." The man said. "Fucking disgusting."
The third man only chuckled as he grabbed Roppi's hand and pulled it to his throbbing prick. Roppi gripped the member instinctively and began jacking him.
The man who had been sucking on his neck backed away so his crotch was level with Roppi's face. Roppi leaned down and took the member back into his mouth, hoping the man wouldn't suffocate him again. With every pull back, Roppi took in breath through his nose then exhaled as he moved down. Blackness was beginning to creep into his vision although he wasn't being suffocated, threatening to encase him.
'Don't faint. Don't faint. Don't faint.' Roppi told himself. 'Just one more round. One more.'
Roppi's hand quickened by only a fraction, but it was enough to cause the man to hiss and let out a small premature squirt.
The other two chuckled before the one stuffing Roppi grabbed Roppi's bicep and head. Pulling back, the raven was impaled on that man's cock. It earned them a small groan from the smaller man.
Roppi placed his hands on the man's thighs as the man held him under his knees and made the photographer rise up and down his throbbing prick.
'Not one-by-one.' Roppi thought. 'Not one-by-one!'
Roppi reached out for the other men, who drew closer. Roppi continued his previous ministration on the man's cock. The man in his mouth grabbed his hair and 'helped' the raven along. Roppi didn't mind. He could breathe because his whole body was limp and his throat was used to the abuse by now.
Roppi closed his eyes, letting the men use his body. His only movement he part-took in was the one in his hand, which he squeezed and jacked as quick as his arching, tired arm could manage.
The raven was barely even aware of the pre-cum drizzling inside his mouth and down his throat. His mind was so muddled with wariness, he almost didn't notice the man shuttering underneath him, pulling Roppi down onto him, hard. The man filled Roppi's insides, he felt that at least.
Roppi tightened his muscles in his jaw, applying hard suction to the prick. The man hissed and chuckled, pushing into Roppi's mouth hard before pulling Roppi's head back. Whiteness splattered into the raven's mouth then over his face. Roppi's hands clenched down on the cock he was pumping from the sudden flood, causing that man to apply another load onto Roppi's face.
The three separated from Roppi, letting the raven fall to the floor. The three chuckled before cleaning themselves up and leaving.
'Nine.'
Roppi finally was alone. Lying on the cold floor, his eyes automatically closed. Oh, how much he wanted to fall asleep. Pure exhaustion was working hard to send him to that heavenly blackness. But he told himself not to sleep. He was vulnerable here. Alone in some room that definitely wasn't locked in the Awakusu-kai's head quarter's which was flooded with men. He had to get up, get out, go home, and sleep there. He wasn't safe here.
Roppi tried to force his eyes open, getting them to a slit. He saw two men hovering over him. He couldn't make out any recognizable features so he figured he must have missed some. Roppi pushed himself onto his elbows then halted, losing all strength. Roppi gritted his teeth then pushed himself again. He sat on his haunches, panting heavily, then looked up at the two. He reached up to the closest man, intent on pulling on the closed belt. A hand gripped his wrist, drawing his attention.
"You're done, Roppi." The man said. "You can rest now."
Roppi looked up at the man, his eyes still glazed over with exhaustion.
"Trick…" he voiced.
The man kneeled down and hooked his arms under Roppi's shoulders and ass—keeping his hand on the black-haired boy's rump to keep the skirt up. Roppi's eyes widened when his feet left the ground.
"What…doing…let…down…"
"You're done, Roppi-chan." The other man said. "You can sleep."
"Li-ar. Let me…"
The men left the room with Roppi in his hold. Roppi's heart raced with fear. The only thing that he could process from being moved out of that room is he was going to be put into another where he will be used again.
Roppi began to struggle. It was weak and feeble, his kicks and shoves not even loosening the man's grip. But it was enough to agitate him.
"Stop that."
"Let…go…"
"Roppi-cha~n. Can't you hear u~s? You're done. You don't have to do anymore."
"Let…down…don't…want…"
The man chuckled and walked ahead. "So, so hopeless."
Roppi saw them approaching a door. His body turned to ice and he struggled harder, though it still wasn't enough to faze the man.
Out of desperation, Roppi reached up and dug his blood fingernails into the man's face. He drew his hand down, leaving four claw marks down the side of his face.
The man hissed, and nearly dropped the photographer. But he didn't. Instead he held Roppi closer to his body and gripped both his wrists. Roppi continued to feebly struggle, pulling his wrists to try to free them.
"Don't want…can't do…anymore…"
"You don't need to do anymore."
"Can't…anymore…"
The man sighed heavily as they entered the room.
The man immediately headed to another door, where his partner opened it for him. Roppi was placed onto the cold floor, where the two kneeled down to him and began tugging at his clothes.
Roppi tried to back away, allowing the men to grab the nylon and skirt and pull them off him. Then his coat was pushed off his shoulders.
"Stop—" His shirt was pulled over his head then tossed to the side.
The other man worked on taking the skewed bobby pins out of his hair. Then the man that had been carrying him held his head still while the other man's finger reached to his eyes. Roppi closed his fake brown orbs but his eyes were only forced open. The man pulled the contact out of one eye then the other.
Roppi turned away and rubbed his eyes, naked, cold, scared, and vulnerable. The men lifted Roppi again and placed him in a cold tub. Roppi hissed and arched his back away from the freezing tile. Then let out a small caterwaul as cold water cascaded over him. He attempted to move out of the spray and tub but he was held down and pulled back.
"Stop." Roppi clawed at the side of the tub as the water turned warm, only to have one the men grab his wrists.
Roppi clenched his teeth as his body involuntarily trembled. The other man grabbed the detachable shower head and sprayed it directly over Roppi's head, the white liquids drizzling down his body.
"Go…away…"
Neither of them replied, both knowing Roppi's mind was too far gone to hear them.
With great effort, the two were able to coax Roppi onto his knees to clean the liquids off his legs and insides.
What felt like hours late, the two finally left Roppi alone, who scooted to the far side of the tub as far as way from them as possible.
But it was short lived. The two came back and pulled Roppi out. Before Roppi could push away, they wrapped a towel around his body and lifted him back up.
Roppi was placed unceremoniously on a bed, where he forced himself to sit up and try to see who the men were.
The two were at his sides in an instant. Roppi gasped—near screamed—as a needle pierced his neck. The man in the fluffy black park made sure the raven couldn't move away. Roppi trembled when the needle was taken out of him, empty.
'What did he give me?'
In less than a minute, Roppi felt the effects of the drugs. He couldn't keep his body up. The men coaxed Roppi to lie down. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a well-deserved yet anxious sleep.