A/N: Look at that. I had the decency of writing the smut in a second chapter. Yes, it's Izaya/Kasuka. There's sort of a plot to it but not really. Or whatever. I don't really know, just go with it. If you're not alright with this you probably wouldn't have selected my story.. And if you did and you're having second thoughts, I suggest you run while you still can.
Warnings: Izaya/Kasuka action *Lemon ahead*, slight bondage? Submission/etc..
Just. Take my word for it. It gets bad.
Brave readers, follow me as I guide you through the darkness. No, I don't have a candle, stop it.
I have issues. Happy reading, perverts.
When he awoke, his hands were wound above his head with his shirt and jacket, currently exposing the bare skin of his back and stomach. The rest of his clothes were on and the bed seemed to be deserted.. but that didn't make his situation any better. He wanted to scream. Cry out for his brother, who'd surely come to his rescue, but..
Where was he, exactly? This room was unfamiliar, but it didn't seem dangerous..It wasn't a dungeon, nor a jail cell. In fact, it almost seemed.. habitable. And that's what he was worried about.
He looked all over for Izaya, cursing his dazed state as the room shifted a bit too slowly. His eyes landed on the man at the food of the bed. Clothed, thankfully, eliminating his fear. He spoke with purpose, "Let me go."
He shook his head, phone held tightly in his hand as the camera flashed. "Wanting to leave before the fun's begun.." His voice lowered dangerously, "Isn't that just so like you, Kasuka?"
He struggled against the bind, surprised to see that the informant clearly knew what he was doing, and found no hope of breaking loose to his own accord. If he was lucky, Izaya would call off the joke and set him free, but..
The glint in his eyes seemed far too malicious. Something wasn't right here. Out of all of his stupid jokes..
"Your brother gets on my nerves. To such a degree that sometimes I wonder what it'd truly take to kill a human like him.. And then I realized, I couldn't possibly do it myself, right? There's a monster in that body and in order to break him down, I'll have to break him down."
He visibly paled. He'd never meant to cause his brother so much grief.. Surely he was worried. Had the word spread that he was missing? What happened after he'd blacked out..? In fact, how long had he been here in the first place?
His racing thoughts ceased to be at the sound of laughter enclosing his nerves in a steal trap, itching for escape. "Just kidding. That look on your face is priceless. I knew that even a stoic expression like yours would falter eventually.. See, isn't this fun~?"
He struggled against the bind again, arching upwards with the intention of at least bashing Izaya in the chest.. or.. something or another.
"Protesting with your body language rather than speech. Come on now, even the dumb brute knows better.."
He'd moved too quickly. His vision phased and the world grew darker for a moment. When he opened his eyes, Izaya had gotten much closer. He relaxed, having no other choice.
"Get off." he demanded when Izaya had taken his place on the actor's lap. "Get off me.."
Izaya had taken to experimentally rolling his hips in a bout of defiance, silencing the irritable brat. Oh what great joy he'd taken out of possessing Shizuo's little brother.. It was thrilling. And there was nothing Shizuo could do about it.
He slit a loose sleeve hanging from Kasuka's jacket and wound it over his eyes. Blindfolding the actor wasn't his original intention, but he'd much rather have nothing to look at rather than those dead eyes, piercing into him. Not to say it was intimidating, because it wasn't. It was just annoying.
The actor struggled again, to be expected. He dug his nails into the side of his torso, threatening to draw blood. "I suggest you stop that. My intentions are, if anything, innocent. I merely want to see something other than blank listlessness on that pretty face of yours."
Kasuka shut his eyes and relaxed to the best of his ability, knowing he was helpless in this sort of situation. He cursed himself, and he cursed Izaya, and he cursed the fact that he couldn't have run into Shizuo instead. He heard the sound of a camera flashing, and he didn't need to see to confirm his suspicions. Not that he cared much about what Izaya did with them on his free time, if that was his intention, rather.. The odds of the press seeing such a sight. What would happen to him, to his career..?
More so, the shame it would bring to Shizuo..
A roll of the hips distracted him, the friction drawing out a moan that Izaya did not deserve. He bit his lip in an effort to keep it from happening again, unsure of whether or not that'd hinder or provoke Izaya's next move..
Regardless of how he'd tried to relax, the drug persisted. His mind was running in circles, cluttered. His body remained limp to a certain degree.
The next thing he knew, his pants were off. A nosy hand was slipping under the band of his boxers, alarming him. He definitely didn't approve of Izaya getting so close, so...intimate without his consent. It was practically rape, and yet, the fear had subsided. He didn't want to scream, but he wanted Izaya to get off of him. Before anything else happened, hands were put to work by massaging the semi-forming bulge, hardly covered beneath the thin, fine fabric. He hissed, rolling and shifting his own hips uncomfortably, despite the effort of the drugs.
"You don't need preparation." Izaya mused, "That drug should keep you busy for a while. If it hurts.. What can I say? Bear with it."
Pictures snapped again but he didn't have time to protest or withdraw himself from the situation before his boxers were yanked down and around his ankles. His shoes and socks were tugged off as well, for no reason other than the simple sake of doing so (he assumed), leaving him bare.
His length was stroked, his face flushed, and surely his body was giving Izaya one hell of a show. Something was being unzipped and pulled down, and he was worried. He nerves wracked as much as they were able to with anticipation, despite the efforts of the drug. He silently pleaded that anywhere, anything, somehow, some way, someone would alert his brother. God, did he need Shizuo..
"Shizu-chan~" Izaya sang, "Eh, too busy for a louse like me? That's fine. I'm not the one that needs you.." He chuckled to himself, propping the phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he spread Kasuka's legs wide open.
On the phone with his brother at a time like this.. He couldn't be-
"Let's save the formalities. I just thought you should know that as of now-"
Something hard, thick, and wet penetrated his entrance, and he screamed. Izaya groaned in pleasure and slight pain as the tight entrance tried to reject the foreign offender. curses were heard over the phone, along with a loud crash. He only briefly paused to hang up before thrusting into the deliciously tight heat.
"Shit.." He marveled at the feeling, "I didn't know a Heiwajima would feel this good. Even when you're so far from being human.."
He responded with a series of incoherent moans, as Izaya didn't seem to take any time to allow him to adjust. Never slowing, never thinking about the lithe body beneath him as he pounded unmercifully, his length filling the boy to the hilt. "A-Ahn..mm..ngh, F-Fuck.."
Regretfully, the noises seemed to encourage Izaya as he buried himself inside, pulled out, only to forcefully slam himself back inside, evoking a scream.
It's not as though he hadn't expected it. He wasn't worried, he wasn't ashamed, he wasn't feeling fear as the normal human probably would have. It could have been a consequent of his otherwise lacking emotion in total, other than the obvious distaste that was slowly building up for this hateful man.
The thrusts were uneven, erratic, almost desperate. It was getting increasingly harder to take with every passing second.
He leaned down without slowing his pace, whispering in the ear of his toy. "Tell me.. Kasuka.. What would you do if your fans were to see you like this..? Legs spread wide open, flushed and panting as you lose your mind and submit to euphoric pleasure."
A certain thrust hit a certain spot. He threw his head back in pleasure, clearly nearing his limit. "I.. I c-can't-ngh!"
Pleased with himself, he angled directly at that spot again and again. "Ah.. Finally getting a few words out of you... Eh, pretty boy? Guess I just had to fuck you hard enough.."
At that moment, he released across the length of his own and Izaya's chest. Despite himself, he clenched tightly around the length as his body drew out every remnant of the orgasm, Izaya hardly hesitating to release his seed deep inside the tight hole. A clean rag was thrown atop his chest as it heaved, gasping for air along with the rest of him. The blindfold was removed from his flushed face and his arms set free.
A camera flashed and Izaya spoke, "I've used up all my free time, it seems.. That's a shame, I was having some real fun. Ah, well. I'll run over the basics; word gets out about this little incident to the police, and you'll find that you're given a bit more trouble than I'll be. Maybe Shizuo will pay for it too, who knows.. And as for telling Shizuo, that's up to you. I wonder what Shizu-chan will think of his cute, precious younger brother now~"
He nodded, because that was the only thing he could do coherently at the moment. Izaya left without another word, likely to find a clean change of clothes and etc. He refused to fall asleep, despite the aching of his body, and shuffled for his phone.
He hesitated as he watched Izaya's cum leak from his tight hole, deciding he should clean himself up first.
He didn't have to call Shizuo. He was given a shower, his clothes had been washed, and a limo was provided (including complimentary snacks, drinks, and Advil to alleviate the pain) to escort him to Shizuo's exact location. Albeit the ride hurt a bit, but it was nothing he couldn't shake off. As for the limp in his step..
Shizuo was waiting. And damn was he waiting. Heaving, sweaty, fuming in the center of what appeared to be a grave yard consisting of the dead, broken, unbelievably twisted street signs and city lore that happened to be so unfortunate to cross his path. He was in the process of breaking another, lit cigarette hanging off his lips as the limo pulled up. He ripped a sign out of the ground, clearly not in any mood for visitors.
The driver, scared out of his wits, was reassured by the figure in the back seat that it was fine. A man stepped out of the front to open the door, and out stepped Kasuka, who looked.. unharmed.
"Kasuka?" he looked up, glasses slipping slightly, "..."
He didn't know what to say or do in this situation. He couldn't open up with 'I've been raped' because it just didn't feel that way. Not to say he enjoyed it, but he'd looked at the situation with a certain.. indifference. Perhaps his mind had resolved to detach itself from the situation in place of the pleasure?
As of now, the only fear he held was for the pictures that he knew remained in the hands of Izaya Orihara, and that would have scared him to death. But.. If so, then what exactly was he supposed to say? They'd been standing in silence for a moment now and he was worried..
He didn't know what to do. He ran for his brother and hugged him tightly, looking around at the wasteland he'd created. He wondered if the rest of the city was experiencing such devastation..
Hands tightened around his back, "Kasuka.. It's good to know that you're safe."
He nodded, taking comfort in the fact he was finally able to lean into his brother's gentle, caring touch.
Izaya Orihara did not die that night, nor the day after that, or the day after that.. Simply because Kasuka ordered Shizuo not to kill him. That bit of information about the police.. That was all it took to acknowledge the fact that the legal system wasn't on his brother's side. Given any liable excuse or bribery, Izaya would surely have him off the streets in a minute.
His intentions were made clear when he sent those pictures to Shizuo, who grimaced, raged for a while, but calmed down with the help of Kasuka and Celty who happened to appear at the opportune moment. Take something precious and twist it up until it breaks. That didn't work; Kasuka was the same as he'd ever been, except.. He'd grown an obvious distaste for Izaya.
However. Life became increasingly difficult, as Kasuka was no longer permitted (by Shizuo) to leave the safety of his apartment without exceptional protection provided (Shizuo) and a weapon provided (by Shizuo). As problematic as it seemed.. Well, he supposed there was a moral somewhere.
That next week, Izaya was hospitalized with a concussion enough to lay him out of work for a week or so (by Shizuo).
A/N: End. I don't know how to further this story, I just wanted to give Izaya/Kasuka some recognition. As for the content, you were clearly warned at the beginning, and I'm well aware my morals are shot. There's really no moral to this story.. Unless there is and I can't see it. I don't know. I'm leaving a lot up to the imagination so you're welcome.
And thank you for reading, my twisted little friends.