Part 6 – The Wedding Night

Mikado struggled to get out of the informant's grip as he was carried into the man's modern apartment and upstairs into the spacious bedroom. His attempts to get free were more than futile, the raven just chuckled and put him down on the double bed. Before the boy could protest, he was capturing the teen's lips in a kiss, slowly undoing the kimono's obi. Meanwhile; Mikado didn't even realize, his head was spinning from the way the man's soft lips moved against his, the raven's teeth tugging slightly at his bottom lip, sucking on it. The teen gasped softly when he felt a hot tongue run over his lips. The raven wasted no time and took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Mikado's mouth, grazing over the others wet muscle, wrapping around it. Exploring every corner of the teen's mouth, he expertly undid the obi and tossed it aside, proceeding to slip the top layer of the kimono off the teen's shoulders. This caught Mikado attention and he gripped Izaya's wrists trying to stop him, but the informant was stronger, while Mikado was getting weaker and weaker by the second, the elder's skilled tongue stealing all power from him. At this point, Mikado was now completely lying on the mattress, Izaya on top of him; their kiss got more heated and demanding by the second and Mikado felt himself completely succumbing to the man's ministrations. His hands, which had been futilely tugging at the raven's shirt to get him to stop, loosened their grip and found their way to the Informant's neck; a pleasure-filled gasp escaping the boys throat, the sound swallowed by the kiss, but by the way the elder's lips curled up in a smirk, he had noticed. Taking things even further, Izaya pressed his knee between the teen's legs and ran a hand over the boy's chest. Mikado gasped loudly and broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.

"A-aahn..O-orihara-san..! hhn..s-stop.."

Izaya proceeded to plant kisses and sucks down the teen's neck, making the smaller male mewl in pleasure and cling on to the raven's shirt.

"P-please…! Ahhn…s-stop…", Mikado moaned.

Izaya sighed and stopped his assult on the teen's body, straightening up. A slight pout on his face, he looked down on the boy. He couldn't deny that it was more than difficult to stop at this point, especially with the sight beneath him:

Mikado's chest was halfway exposed and heaving up and down with the teen's gasps for air; the boy's face flushed deep red, his lips red and swollen from the kissing and on the teen's neck a fresh hickey was starting to show…

"You're so cruel, Mikado-chan~", the informant whined in his usual playful voice. "It's our wedding night!"

"I-I'm sorry, O-Orihara-san…", the teen stuttered out, sitting up and trying to cover his chest again.

Izaya gave the teen a crooked smile that looked almost fond, and then pecked him on the cheek.

"Don't worry about it."

He straightened up, then yawned and stretched. "Your luggage has already arrived. If you want to use the bathroom, it's the second door on the right~" With that, the man started to get changed.

Profoundly flustered, Mikado straightened his under-kimono and stood up, swaying slightly with his legs shaking. Hoping the informant wouldn't realize how much this little make-out session had affected him, he went through his luggage for a pair of pajamas; trying hard to not look at the older male changing, though soon he found himself staring at the man's naked upper body, admiring how muscular it was, despite the man's rather slim build. Ripping away his gaze, Mikado blushed furiously and quickly hurried into the bathroom, changing there. Having realized the teen's stare, the Informant chuckled at the boy's bashful reaction, changing to his sleepwear too.

Once Mikado returned from the bathroom, Izaya let out a low whistle that made the teen blush and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him close, "Hmm~ you look sexy, Mikado-chan~", he whispered against the teen's temple, chuckling quietly when he saw the boy's crimson red ear tips. Pulling the teen into the double sized bed, he put the blanket over the two of them. Mikado immediately shifted away from the informant, turning his back to the man.

"How cold, Mikado-chan! Don't I at least get a good-night kiss~?" the man whined playfully, faking a pout. Mikado turned around to Izaya and gave him his trademark deadpan expression, which he usually used on Masaomi; once there was some distance between him and his 'husband' and he wasn't wearing girl's clothes anymore, Mikado regained his confidence.

"No. And don't you dare touch me or try anything funny during the night." The teen turned his back on the informant again, closing his eyes, an expression of stern stubbornness on his face. Izaya just chuckled at that. "I got it, I got it." Leaning closer to Mikado, he whispered lowly into the teen's ear, his breath ghosting over the boy's skin: "Good Night, Mikado-chan…" Mikado shivered and blushed deep red, but before he could say anything, the man's breath was gone and Izaya on the other side of the bed again, going to sleep too.

"G-good night…" mumbled Mikado grumpily, his face dark red. This was going to be a long night.

Part 7 – Good morning, my dear!

Mikado woke up slowly when he felt someone poke his cheek.

"Mikadooo-chan~ Time to wake up~"

Mikado just groaned and turned around, nuzzling deeper into the pillows.

The poking started again. "Oi, Mikado-chan~"

"Leave me alone…I had a bad dream..", the teen mumbled and tried to continue sleeping.

"Oh? Did you dream you married the infamous Orihara Izaya and now you live with him as his wife?"

"Exactly..", the teen yawned.

His eyes shot open.

Fuck.

"Good morning, my dear~"

Mikado turned on his back, only to be confronted with a smirking informant; before the teen had the chance to say anything, the man kissed him tenderly on the lips. Mikado flushed a deep crimson immediately, before crawling away quickly, falling out of the bed.

"Oow…" The teen rubbed his aching backside, then stood up and glared the informant. "Don't do that again!"

"Eeh?! But Mikado~!"

"No buts." With that the boy stomped off to get changed and ready for school. When he returned, the Informant was no longer in the bedroom. Curiously, Mikado walked down the stairs, taking a good look around the apartment. It looked really expensive, but also very cold and sterile. When he stepped into the kitchen, he saw that the informant was already standing there, leaning against the counter. When Izaya heard the teen enter, he smiled at him.

"Want a coffee?"

Mikado just shook his head, not sure how to act around the man. After all, they had barely talked to each other in person before (though a lot on the internet)…but this was a whole new situation. The raven didn't seem to worry much about that; without hesitation he hugged the teen intimately, letting his arms slide lower so that they were around the boy's waist.

"I bought you a bentou, Mikado-chan~"

"U-uh..t-thank you…" the teen mumbled, while desperately trying to get some distance between him and the man.

"A-Ano..Orihara-san…? I really need to go to school now…"

The informant shook his head in disapproval.

"Three things, Mikado-chan. Firstly: don't call me 'Orihara-san'. We're married now, so you can either call me 'Izaya', 'Dear', 'Honey', 'Sweetheart', 'Sexy', 'Love' or anything of the sort."

Mikado sweat dropped slightly. "I-I think I'll stick with Izaya…-san."

The Informant gave a look of disapproval at the honorific, but chose to not comment on it.

"Secondly: you are now living here, so I expect you to return here at least by nightfall. And you should try to memorize the address. By the way…here's your house key~"

He raven gave him a small silver apartment key, which the teen took hesitantly and put in his pocket with a slightly disgruntled expression.

"And last but not least…" The informant used his finger to tilt the teen's chin up, making him look the Informant in the eyes. "…I won't let you go without a kiss."

And with that, he closed the gap between their mouths, kissing Mikado gently. The teen blushed furiously, but soon closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. Tilting his head slightly, the raven deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into the boy's mouth. Mikado whimpered into the kiss, feeling himself being pushed back against the counter, until he was half lying on it. Izaya rubbed his skilled tongue against Mikado's, sucking slightly on it, making the teen shiver and clutch to the Informant's shirt for support. Moaning softly into the kiss, Mikado responded to the other tongue's coaxing, fighting a short battle for dominance, which was quickly won by the more experienced male. The teen felt slightly light-headed at the lack of oxygen, and soon broke away from the kiss to gasp for air. Still slightly out of breath, the boy cheeks flushed bright red, he covered his kiss swollen lips with his hands; embarrassed, the teen grabbed his school bag and ran to the door.

"Have a nice day in school, Mikado~!", the informant shouted after him, chuckling.

Mikado just slammed the door shut.