"You're more into fucking- oh…"
Izaya chuckled and picked up his pace just a bit.
"Tsk, that is so heartless of you. Why do you wear my ring on your ring finger, then? If you don't want me to make love to you."
The mockery was obvious. Izaya pulled at the ropes and Kida jolted forward as he came again. In his ecstasy he was only vaguely aware that there was blood streaming down his frayed skin. Kida could not properly reply to the kiss with which Izaya devoured him.
"Speaking of which, Masaomi. I got you a brand new ring."
Kida was not even all that surprised when a piece of cold metal was slipped over his still half erect member hardening it completely. He clawed at the floor and one of his nails broke which Kida completely failed to even notice.
"You know that you failed your mission and it was so simple. It makes me wonder how you'll do as my agent on the streets."
It did not occur to Kida that he was only working for Izaya because Izaya himself had deemed him suitable for the job. Through a haze of shredded pleasure he was only sure that Izaya was still inside him and that he was not completely sure he could survive this. So this was the penalty. Izaya held him firmly in his place and Kida fought for air. Something had finally occurred to him and he had to speak up now.
"It's okay- because- you're the most dangerous- man alive. I'll do fine- if you won't kill me- then no one else will."
Izaya removed the painful ring and immediately Kida was squirming in the grips of orgasm, semen raining on him as Izaya withdrew and made sure to cover him with his release. Kida lied on the slimy floor, heavy lidded and breathless. He could not tell anything from the darkness in Izaya's eyes.
"Clean up."
Bloodied rope came undone as Izaya gave it a special tug that dissolved the knots easily. Kida could not quite get up just yet.
"I'm sorry for the mess."
Izaya smiled.
"Oh, don't worry about it, Masaomi. You'll be cleaning up. All of it, in fact. I'm sure you know what I mean but I won't play charades with you. Dispose of those Yellow Scarves that have been buzzing around. And now-"
"What do you-"
"-you'll ask, 'what do you mean by disposing'? I mean what I say. Kill them, ship them off to the North Pole, hack off their limbs, I leave the exact means for you to decide upon. Is that understood?"
Kida was silent for a moment. There was no lightness to his afterglow.
"I got it. Is that my penalty?"
"Now, now, don't be silly. That will be your thirty days without sex that will begin as of tomorrow. Not too great a punishment, now is it? I am a fair person."
As far as cruel justice went. Kida did not know how he managed but he smiled back.
"I'll get a calendar."
"You do that. Ma-sa-o-mi."
God presided the world and commanded him to atone. Half collapsed on the floor as he was Kida could see that Orihara Izaya stood not only above humanity as its sole point was to abide by his will.
Mikado ran with his head down so that he was sure he had somehow bumped into a wall when an obstacle sent him flying backwards into the pavement.
"Hey, kid. You a friend of that blonde boy?"
A large shadow towered above him, interrupted only by the flicker of a cigarette that burnt red in the night. Mikado realized that he had collided with a man who now steadily watched from behind blue lenses. Without offering any help as Mikado got back on his feet with some difficulty.
"Do you know Kida-kun?"
"Oh yeah, that was his name. Come, it's not safe just standing here."
And without further explanations a broad back was turned to him and he walked away, stepping under a lamplight that revealed bleached hair and a bartender's vest.
"Heiwajima Shizuo!"
The man did not bother to reply to him and Mikado had to pick up his step in order to follow him. Shizuo led him to the backroom of a pachinko parlor. Mikado stood uncomfortably in the dimness. Rowdy sounds reached him from the front of the store and the scent of alcohol filled the air. Shizuo took a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle's neck and ignored Mikado.