Part 10 – Surprise!
"This was delicious, Mikado-chan~ Your cooking is really good~"
"Thank you, Izaya-san..", Mikado smiled. Somehow the informants praise made him very happy.
"But..", the raven spoke up.
"Y-yeah..?"
"I feel more like dessert right now~…", he whispered, while leaning closer to Mikado.
"Should I make you som- Aaah!"
Just as the teen was about to get up, he was tackled down on the couch by the informant.
"No need~ I feel hungry for Mi~ka~do…" He licked at the teen's earshell, making him gasp. Mikado blushed deep red and tried to push the elder off.
"I-I-Izaya-san…! P-Please..s-stop..!"
The raven just bit down gently on his ear and Mikado felt himself shiver, heat rising not only to his cheeks, but also in his stomach. A hot, wet tongue ran over his throat; lips sucking softly at his pulse. The teen was still struggling against the informant, but now there were hands roaming over his body, running up his legs, sensually slow; adding pressure as they passed his knees, sliding over his thighs, his hips, his ribs; caressing his chest…
Mikado whimpered; every inch of his body that got touched by the elder started burning; he was getting so hot…
Izaya's left hand sneaked its way to the top button of the teen's shirt; undoing one after another until the boy's creamy white chest was exposed. Licking his lips, the informant started to plant down kisses the boy's neck, down to his shoulder, biting down gently on the teen's collarbone.
Mikado gasped, a small moan escaping his lips. Izaya's actions made his head spin and his body heat up, every kiss and lick leaving a burning and tingly feeling and there was this coiling in the pit of his stomach…
A loud ringing brought Mikado back from his thoughts, making him jump slightly. Blushing furiously, he tried to shove the informant off again, only to be kissed passionately by the man.
Mikado's eyes lidded when the raven's tongue entered his mouth, pushing in deep; but then his cell phone rang again and Mikado broke away, gasping for air and cheeks flushed dark red.
The teen tried to reach for his cell, but Izaya just continued to suck at the boy's neck. Mikado shuddered and moaned.
"P-please..hhn..I-Izaya-san..someone..is calling.."
"I'm sure it can wait…", the raven whispered against the teens skin and started kissing along the boy's jaw.
Fighting down a moan, Mikado managed to clasp a hand over the ravens mouth and shove his face away, answering the call.
"H-hello..?"
"Yo, Mikado~!", his best friend greeted cheerily from the phone.
"M-masaomi..!", Mikado exclaimed surprised, but his attention was torn away by the informant licking at the hand he had put over the elder's mouth. The teen let out a small whimper, his eyes captured by the raven's burning gaze.
"Sorry, were you just hanging with your girlfriend..?"
"N-no..! I told you it's not like tha-"
"Hai, hai. Anyway, if you're free now, wanna come over? A scene from Hanejima Yuuhei's new movie is apparently being made here in ikebukuro, and there's a lot of hot chicks who came to see him! Wanna go?"
"I-I don't know, Masaomi…I-hnn…!" Mikado shivered hard, tearing his hand away from Izaya who had just started to suck at his fingers.
"Come on, Mikado~! It'll be fun! It's a one in a lifetime chance! Well, maybe not once in a lifetime, but…", the blonde rambled on.
Mikado gasped when he felt Izaya tease his nipples with his fingers, rubbing and twisting them.
"M-Masa..omi..t-the..time..is..hhn..m-maybe..not the..best- aaahn..! oh g-god..!", he interrupted his friend, but his words soon turned into a moan.
The teen dropped the cell when the elder started to suck at his nipple, throwing his head back and moaning in pleasure. Izaya bit down on it gently, then tugged slightly with his teeth; before picking up the device the teen had dropped, putting it to his ear.
"Mikado..?! Are you alright..?"
"Kida-kun~!", the informant chirped cheerily while letting his hand wander lower down Mikado's body, enjoying feeling the teen gasp and shudder.
"Mikado is busy at the moment, but I'm sure he'll call you back later~! Bye-bye!"
He laughed, then he switched the device off and tossed it away on the carpet.
"I-Izaya-san..!", Mikado objected, trying to keep his mind clear, which was more and more fogging with lust. "M-Masaomi will worry-.."
"Then let him…", the raven whispered huskily, his hand hovering dangerously above the teen's crotch.
Mikado's face was flushed beet-red, his chest heaving fast and his heart beating in an erratic rhythm in his chest…his body was aching strangely in the places the informant touched and it made him feel so helpless. The sensations the man caused in his body, making him lose all control over his mind made him feel like he was completely in the man's mercy. And if there was any person's mercy Mikado never wanted to be in, it was Orihara Izaya's. The hand ghosting over his groin added more pressure and now the informants hand was rubbing him; a wave of pleasure shot through his body, directly to his brain and for a second his vision went blank and this heat…! The raven's lips were burning on his skin, kissing, sucking, biting every single inch, leaving love bites. Izaya just seemed to know the teen's most sensitive spots. Taking the brunettes left hand, he pressed a kiss into his palm, then on his wrist, in the crook of his elbow. It ended with one of the most gentle and sweetest kisses on his lips. And Mikado might have even been able to handle that much, but those hands..! The way the raven was toying with his nipples, the way the man's hand was palming his sensitive crotch… Mikado moaned helplessly, closing his eyes and shuddered hard, his limps feeling so weak…
And then he heard someone enter the apartment.
The noise made Mikado come to his senses and with all his power, he punched the Informant hard on the nose; ignoring the pain that shot through his knuckles, he quickly threw the man off him and ran away from him, to the other side of the room.
"Izaya, are you home?", a rather annoyed sounding women's voice called out.
Mikado quickly re-buttoned his shirt when an attractive brunette woman entered the living room, her eyes not widening in shock at the sight in front of her, but just showed annoyance with a slight hint of surprise.
The informant was sitting on the carpet, holding his bleeding nose, face scrunched slightly in pain; in the corner a highschooler with ruffled clothes, a dark blush on his face, holding his bruised knuckles with an expression of stubborn pride.
"Mikado-chan, hidoiii!", Izaya whined like a small child. "What was that for?! That really hurt!"
His eyes flashed up to the irritated looking female.
"Oh, hi Namie…"
The woman's eyes wandered from Izaya to the teen, then back to Izaya.
"Do I want to know?"
"Probably not."
Izaya chuckled, then got up, wiping some blood from his nose.
"May I introduce you two to each other? Mikado, this is Yagiri Namie, my secretary. Namie, this is Ryuugamine Mikado, my wife~"
Mikado and Namie stared at each other in shock.
"SURPRISE~!", chimed Izaya
Part 11 – Life's a Troll
Mikado stared at the woman the informant had just referred to as his secretary. Did he say…Yagiri Namie? That name sounded awfully familiar to the teen and for a second he forgot his embarrassment and the pain in his knuckles, searching his memory for the name. Yagiri…if he thought right, that was Seji-san's last name, the guy who just got hooked up with Harima Mika, the girl had mysteriously disappeared and afterwards turned out to be a victim of an attempted murder. And the one who helped cover up that crime was..-!
Before he could even finish his trail of thought something hard hit his shoulder and a sharp pain shot through his arm. Mikado cried out in pain and looked up just to find the woman's usually expressionless face crunched in a grimace of anger and her eyes gleaming with hate. And that glare was directed at him. Within a spilt second the teen realized that it had been the expensive looking designer lamp that had hit shoulder; and that it had been flung at him by the furious woman. Before he even got the chance to voice out his shock, another projectile in the form of a book was thrown at him. He was able to dodge it, but it was close and he fell down on the floor. Mikado was sure this time it had been aimed at his head. Without even thinking about why the woman was attacking him, his eyes scanned the room for ways to escape in a matter of a second; not faltering a moment, he grabbed the carpet the woman was standing on; to his luck, the floor beneath was parquet and with one pull he put all his power in, he managed to make the Yagiri woman lose her footing. Seizing this chance, the teen quickly scrambled to his feet and ran out of the apartment, not even bothering to close the door behind him as he practically flew down the stairs, stumbling on the last part and falling down some steps. He didn't bother with it and got up again, running as far away from the apartment building as he could. He knew he wasn't overreacting. He had seen the murderous intent in the woman's cold eyes, and something told him she wouldn't even falter to kill him the most unpleasant way possible. Running away was the only logical thing to do; and even if no one around him seemed to feel to urge to act rational or logical, it didn't mean he wouldn't run for his life when he needed to. Despite the power kick provided by the adrenaline, he didn't get very far before feeling his legs carry him slower and slower. Damn, why did he have to suck so much when it came to physical efforts? Gasping hard for breath, he squeezed his eyes shut and forced his body to pick up the pace once again. All of a sudden, he felt his face collide with something hard as a wall and the impact threw him to the ground. Groaning, he sat up and held his aching forehead and nose. Luckily, it didn't seem like he was bleeding or his nose was broken. Now that he thought about it…the thing he collided with might have been as hard and unmoving as a wall, but the surface had been way too warm and somehow smooth to be stone. Almost like…the clothing of a person. Looking up to see who he had bumped into, Mikado's breath suddenly hitched when his eyes fell upon a bartender uniform. There weren't many people here in ikebukuro who were strong as a wall and wore bartender uniforms…
Terrified blue hues looked up into the disgruntled expression of a certain blonde, who just looked down to see who had dared to 'poke' him.
Mikado gulped. Universe must hate him.