Charter 6

Izaya's second surgery went well, though his arms and legs were numb for a whole day but that was better than the usual pain. You have to love illegal pain killers. The so called doctor put so many titanium screws and plats into his bone he could noticeably feel the extra weight. Kinda made him feel like a cyborg.

Alone in the apartment the immobile informant unconsciously licked his lips and frowned at the sweet taste. The kiss Shizuo gave him a few days ago, was just the start of unforeseen and horrible events.

The blond was now demanding a good bye kiss every time he left for work and a hello kiss when he arrived. He gave Izaya little choice in the matter. He casually approaches him, those long fingers grabbed his short hair in an iron grip and pulled his head back till his neck strained. With the soft skin of his throat exposed he glared at the ceiling, wish he could stab the man humiliating him. He can hear the smirk in Shizuo's voice as he said good morning and politely asks for his kiss before taken it by force. After an unbearable minute the kiss ends and the blond leaves without another word.

Sometimes Izaya opens his eyes instead of keeping them close and pretending he's was somewhere else. Shizuo always had his eyes closed and would moan into the kiss. Disgusting.

Its been two weeks since his kidnapping. He didn't even know if people were looking for him, Shizuo didn't own a TV because he claimed the people on it made him mad and he end up just destroying the television and with his famous short temper, Izaya believed him.

It seemed that Izaya Orihara has finally been trapped by the beast of Ikebukuro. It was laughable. Shame was usually a foreign emotion to him but he was sure he was feeling it now. He had always taken pride that the strongest man in the city and probably the world, could never beat him. Shizuo was strong but that was it. The man was an insect compared to a god like himself and the fact that he was now at said man's mercy left a bad taste in his mouth, worse than the actual flavor of the man.

Endlessly bored and being in constant pain made him incredibly bitter. It was hard containing himself around the blonde. So far he had snapped five times at him. The first two times the debt collector ignored him. The third time he yelled at him and the forth time he punched a hole in the wall, that he fixed later with plaster. The last time he had put the gag in Izaya's mouth again and left it there for a whole day.

Besides the threats and violent out burst Shizuo hasn't hurt him since he's been here. That was the only positive aspect.

Izaya spent a lot of his time sleeping since there was not much he could do. In a way, this was good because his body would heal faster the more he slept. It was just torturous doing nothing all day. He was usually a very active person. At this time of day, he would be walking around town observing people or collecting information on some body. He might even have been on his laptop trolling the Dollars web site or hacking into top secret government files just for fun.

Yawning and grunting from the pain the motion caused his jaw he decided to take another nap. When he woke them it was to honey brown eyes looking down at him. The surprise caused him to flinch. His body sent a painful bolt up his spin to show its anger at him for moving. This in turn produced a moan that forced its way pass his lips.

"I'm home" Shizuo leaned closer. That disgustingly sweet tongue licked over his. The heat from the blonde's breath brushed over his face. That tongue played with his lips for a while before dipping into his mouth and claiming another kiss. Just like the man himself, his kisses were strong and demanding. The pressure was almost unbearable, it felt like his teeth would shatter and the air was being sucked out of him.

When it was over he left Izaya gasping. Satisfied with himself Shizuo sat back licking his own lips. What looked like a content smile appeared on his face. He wasn't even effected by the glare Izaya was sending him.

"You taste good." He said simply.

"Wish I could say the same." Izaya hissed. His eyes locked on the bottle of bills on the table stand next to the bed than back to the blond.

"Oh, you want your pain killers?" He grabbed the bottle and looked at it thoughtfully. "You know its rude not to kiss back. Maybe I'm not giving you the proper motivation."

Popping a pill into his mouth the blonde once again pushed their mouths together, but unlike before he just stayed still.

It took Izaya seconds to understand what he wanted. Shizuo wanted him to get the pain killers from his mouth. It would involve him having to push his tongue into the other mouth.

It was devious, far too devious for a brute like him to even attempt. Izaya refused to play his little game. He stayed still till Shizuo got annoyed and pulled away. Spitting the pill on the table he got up and left for the kitchen.

"Suit your self flea."

Izaya couldn't believe how cruel Shizuo was being. His last dose had worn off hours ago. His body was in agony, his injuries were still fresh and he had no adrenalin or drugs to block the pain.

The blonde was still in the kitchen. From the new odor in the room he could tell he was cooking and smoking at the same time. It smelled like chicken.

It was half an hour before Shizuo came back.

"Want that pill now?"

When Izaya turned his head to the side he shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

It was another half hour before he returned. This time a plate of food was in his hand.

Pulling up a chair he placed the plate on the bed side table so he could adjust Izaya's body to the sitting position.

Moving was painful for the dark hair man, he barley bit back what would have been an embarrassing groan.

"I know I'm not very good at cooking, but I think today it came out better."

For the last two weeks Shizuo has unintentionally been trying to kill him with his awful cooking. First, he had served him fish that was burnt black on the outside, but raw on the inside. Than he had served him oatmeal that was so hard you could use it for play doe. Then there was the time he made soup that tasted like he washed his dirty socks in it.

Izaya eyed the food in front of him suspiciously. It was meat balls with white rice. It smelled all right and the dish was simple enough to get right. At least the meat balls were bought precooked, it meant there was no chance of him eating raw meat.

Shizuo jabbed the innocent ball with his fork, steam escaped around the metal. Blowing on it a few times he waited till it cooled to a suitable temperature before holding it to Izaya's lips.

Used to being fed this way the informant allowed himself to eat the food presented to him. He mended his pride by imagining all the horrible things he'll do to Shizuo when he'd escaped.

Surprisingly it wasn't so bad. The meatball was made from ground chicken and it was only slightly burned. The white rice though was over dosed with way too much salt and he refused to eat more than two spoons of it. It was for the best anyway. It hurt his chest every time he swallowed.

After helping Izaya drink a cup of water he whipped his face with a napkin.

"You know I have only loss control once every day this week. Usually I blow up five times a day."

Usually Izaya would respond with a sly remark but it hurt too much to talk.

"I guess I've calm down since I'm not always looking for you in the crowd. I don't have to worry about you stabbing me with that switch blade of yours or whatever crazy plan you come up with to try and kill me. Can't cause trouble now, can you." Shizuo leaned dangerously close to him. His hand nestled into Izaya's hair and played with the short back strands before petting his head.

"All you can do is just lay there. No more tricks, no more scheming, no more ruining my life." Those words were like knifes, each one sharp and painful.

"I know your suffering Izaya, I can see it in your eyes. You're in agony. Now I'm going to ask you one more time and it will be the last time I ask you today. Do you want a painkiller?"

They locked eyes and Izaya knew the blonde meant what he said. He couldn't stand the way his body felt for one more minute. It seemed Shizuo senses this and reached over to grab the pill.

The scene was repeated and those sweet lips were pressed against his again. He really hated sweet things. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath he cautiously pushed his tongue into the foreign territory of Shizuo's mouth.

Slowly he searched for the pill that would ease his pain. All the while another tongue would sliding along his.

Just a little more, he would tell himself. Soon it be over and he might not have to throw up his dinner. He could tolerate the way Shizuo stroked his cheek or the way he ran his hand threw his hair. He thought it was finally over when he touched the pill with the tip of his tongue but then like a snake in wait Shizuo's tongue shot out and stole the pill right before he was about to pull it into his mouth. Izaya reprimanded him by biting his bottom lip hard. It seemed to have the opposite effect because the blond moaned into the kiss.

A game of cat and mouse started, where Izaya would chase after the pill only to have Shizuo steal it from him and move it to another part of his mouth and block him with his tongue. The dark-haired man had to take several breaks in between just to breathe before Shizuo pitied him enough to finally give up the pill.

He was so happy to get the pill he didn't even care if the brute was purring into his neck.