Izaya's POV
*~*Two Months Later*~*
I lazily stir the cocktail I've been nursing for the past hour, trying to ignore the large rough hands pushing my teddy open and slipping into my hip as he slides me closer to him in the booth. I try to pay more attention to their conversion but so far it was boring and useless, and if I wasn't getting paid well to be his arm candy for his meeting, I would have been gone already.
"Yes, but there isn't any improvements developing fast enough and it's bad enough with the Yakuza breathing down our necks. The Awakusu-Kai is be coming stricter over who does what in their 'territory's lately, and I for one don't need to have any more troubles with the bastards," he mumbles annoyed and his grip on my hips tighten causing me to yelp in surprise.
"Well, can you blame them when the amount of 'flake' increases in Ikebukuro without a trace and clearly not from their setup. Seriously wish you would listen to me before, it was fine and low key sliding about 'blue heaven's to high schoolers and college kids but you just had to go nose diving straight into a sea of troubles. And what's worse, you're dragging all of us through the mud while your at it." he sighs heavily and takes a drink from his beer. "Look, we are all in agreement. Either you back away from this before you get us all off'ed or you can go at it lone ranger style, Makaski-san."
I groan and try to pry his fingers off my hip before he ends up cutting through the skin with his nails as they tighten harder. "Listen to me, Kuronuma-san. I've been the one putting up any risk for this operation. Though I'm feeling like a large amount the attention is coming from your end," he purrs and slides his hand over to my stomach, thumbing at my piercing causing me to squirm and giggle lowly. "Ah, ticklish are we, kitten," mumbles low and grins to me as he continues.
"I don't know what you're talking about it being on my end-"
"He's talking about that asshole you hired a few months back, dad," a blonde boy plops in the seat next to the man, young, maybe younger than I am. He sits back in the booth in a lazed manner and is directly in front of me and I don't miss the lick of his lips and the grin as he looks me up and down.
"Ah, Ran. So glad you could join us, and fashionably late as always. You remember Makaski-san and Ishii-san." The boy reaching forward to shake hands then dropping back in his seat. "Now, what asshole would you be talking about?"
"Now, dad. No need to play dumb. You know we are talking about that untrainable blonde mutt you keep around. Sure he works good bouncing out the douche bags but he is drawing unnecessary attention- and that, is bad for business." Ran smacking his hand down on the table to make a point. "Now as much as I love to state to obvious for everyone, what I would love more is a drink."
"Well, my little kitten. Would you mind getting something for our boy here?" he growls in my ear making me shiver and giving my inner thigh a squeeze. "But make sure you come back to me, your still mind for now."
"Of course Sir~~ Can I get something for you as well?" I purr, draping one arm over his shoulder as I stand up and bending over, I smirk at the growl I hear from the boy even over the beat of the background music.
"Hmm, how about you give Daddy some suga'?
I giggle and give him a peak on the cheek and he responds with a firm smack on my ass causing a whiny moan to come out- I try to cover it up with a giggle and get up, asking the boy for his order before walking over to the bar to submit the order. After a moment, the beer bottle is put in my hand and turn to leave to find myself caged in against the bar by the blonde boy, Ran.
"Oh, your drink Kuronuma-kun-"
"Izumii. Not Kuronuma. But you can just call me Ran," he smirks and takes the bottle from me, pushing me more against the bar and leaning in close to my ear ,"Or Master." I shiver as he drags his fingertips along my jaw down my neck and over my shoulder, pushing the strap to me teddy off my arm. "Now little 'Kitten', what time do you get off tonight?"
"Oh, um. I get off at two. Why?" I ask. He continues to toy with my strap, tracing it down my chest to the middle where the fabric meets and slipping a finger inside to rub at my nipple. "Ah... Ran?" I groan lightly.
He chuckles and grins. "Because I want my own private showing, back at my apartment. So how about you go back to that asshole client of yours and I'll come collect you after you shift, little Kitten?"
"Oh, um, okay. Whatever you want...Master," I smirk and look up through my lashes. He gives a pleased look before un-caging me to let me walk back to the table, I slide in beside my client and hook my arm around his.
"-wjamia-kun, needs to be taken care of. He will be our down fall and sooner or later, either we will have to put down that monster or the Yakuza will- but they will take us all down with him. Just throw his ass in the bay, not like anyone would come looking for him." He stops and strokes my cheek, "Don't look so concerned Kitten."
I try to keep the look of shock off my face, it's just been so long since I heard of him- I shouldn't be surprised by hearing that someone wants to kill that monster, hell, I use to be one as well. Just, been forever I guess. I mask my faces back and listen blankly to their conversation and slowly sipping on my drink more before ordering another two drinks.
As time passes, I feel the sway as the cocktails hit me with a buzz and glances at the clock, noticing that it is actually time for me to clock out now. I get up, giving my client a kiss on the cheek and head to locker room to dress to leave.
"Oh really!? Ah, well, good luck with that one then. See you tomorrow night Kirakira-chan. Jaaaa~~" I sing to one of the strippers and slip on my jacket as I head out the back door and running straight into someone.
"Ah, excuse me...Oh, Ran," I gasp as he grips my waist and keeps me from falling back.
He lets go, grinning and wrapping an arm around my shoulders and I grip my knife in my pocket. "Shall we go now, little Kitten? I'm not too far from here," I sigh and nod, replacing my smirk and still holding onto my knife as we make our way down the street. He was right, only a few minutes later we made it outside his apartment and making our way inside. The apartment was very standard- a little messy and you can tell someone else lives here. Beer cans on the table, cigarette butts in and outside the ashtray, various items and on the side of the table in the living room was a well used bong. They differently live like thugs, as I inspect the glass piece. It's blue and green and swirly and the neck zigzags to a large round bottom- I never actually seen one before.
"You want a beer or something?" He asks as he opens the fridge. I decline, twisting the bong between my fingertips. He sits on the couch next to me, drinking his beer. "Wanna hit," he points to the device in my hand.
"Oh, no, I mean- I've never actually...," I stop as he pulls it out of my hands, "Come, I'll show you another way, just remember to inhale, ok," he smiles as he packs the small stem and I take a seat next to him and watch him. He puts his mouth over the neck opening and lights the stem, inhaling and pulling the stem out as he continued, water bubbling in the base. He pulls off, holding in the smoke and pulls me in his lap causing me to giggle. He grabs my head and brings his lips to mine but just hoovers barely over them and parts his lips and I mirror him, he exhales the smoke as I realize I'm I should inhale until I can't hold anymore-my chest tingles until I release a cough, burying my head in his chest.
He giggles, causing me to giggle and he lifts my head up to press his lips to mine, my giggles slowing down and his tongue pushing past my lips and I moan through the hazy of my mind, rolling mine in time with his. "Mmm, Kitten. You taste wonderful, can't wait to taste more of you my little pet." He growls and stands up, holding my waist causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, his hands sliding down the back of my jeans and grabbing my ass and I moan against his lips before latching back onto his. He kisses back forcefully and starts to slowly walk towards one of the doors and pushing my back against it, grinding his hips against mine feeling him becoming hard against my thigh and I whimper as I push mine against him. Between the cloud of alcohol and weed and the display of strength and dominance has me turned on and throbbing. He pushes open the door and sits me on the edge of the bed, still kissing with bruising force trailing down my jaw and sucking a path down my neck and I can't stop the whimpers leaving my throat. I can't help the excitement I feel, it's been such a long time since I've been with someone my own age.
"So, my little pet. How much is it costing me for your company tonight?" Growling in my ear and nibbles on he lobe.
"Shit,- umm. Usually I would charge for my services,-damn. But for you, I think I would like something else, M-master." I can feel him smirking against my neck and mouthing 'anything' against the skin, punctuating with a hard suck and a hard running up my shirt. "Information."
"Information?" He pulls back giving me a questioning look. "What kind of information?"
"Oh, nothing too big, of course. Nya~ how about we make it a game. I ask a question and you give me an answer to it and I will advance in the process but if I feel like the answer isn't good enough, I get to add to it. In exchange, I won't hold back and let you do whatever you want to me," I smirk, rubbing the palm of my hand against the cloth of his cock.
He moans and pushes against against my hand. "Okay, how about you striping down for me and give me a little show then pet. You can ask your questions as you doing it, nya~~."
"Yes Master~." I get up, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed where I was and slowly start shrugging off my jacket, letting it drop to the floor and running my hands up my shirt. One hand pulling up my shirt as the other one glides up my abdomen to my chest, rubbing my thumb over the bud and biting my bottom lip at him. I pull the remaining of my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor as well and running my hands back down the length of my torso, watching Ran grin at me as I toy with the him of my skinny jeans and popping the button open and slowly pulling down the zipper, showing some of the lace panties I wore earlier outlining the growing erection I have. I turn around with my back to him and begin to slide my jeans down over my hips painfully slow, gasping as the rough fabric rubs against my cock, bending over as they make their way over my ass and down my thighs showing the lace panties covering half my ass.
"So, about earlier- you were mentioning you were having problems with the Yakuza, I'm assuming drug related, but you were mentioning someone else. Who was it and why?" I drop the jeans to the floor, moving to sit in his lap as I rock my hips back and grind down on his covered dick, his hand grabs my hip and pushing it down and harder against his cock as he reaches in my panties for mine giving it a light tug.
"Yes, drugs- Dad is dealing with mostly party drugs and uppers, mostly for high school troublemakers and college kids and he runs a bar in Ikebukuro, his dumbass partner thought it would be a wonderful idea to start slinging cocaine in Yakuza territory. Now we have them breathing down our necks despite us not actually dealing or selling it. To make matters worse, we got this new bartender about four months ago who keeps starting fights and beating on the Yakuza punks that keep coming through. Geez, what was his name..., he is nicknamed around there- Ikebukuro's Monster, or demon... something. I think his surname is Heiwjamia...-,"
"Shizuo?"
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Know him? Anyways, he is causing more trouble for us. We heard about some of the uppers in the Yakuza planning a hit on him but Dads stupid partner is also thinking of doing the same, you know, instead of actually taking responsibility for his own mess."
Turning my face to his and grabbing onto his bleached locks, I pull him into a deep kiss- continuing to grind and thrust into the first he has made around my cock and swallowing each others moans between fighting tongues and heated breath. "Fuccckk - clothes, you too much on. Let's get you more comfort Master~" I purr and turn to help strip off his shirt and jeans, throwing them to the floor and racking my fingernails down his board chest and flat abdomen- he is very slim but you can feel the build of muscle under his skin. I drop to my knees between his legs and rub up his inner thighs and massage over his harden cock covered in his boxers, the sign of moisture building up through the fabric on the left hip from the curve of his manhood. Slowly dragging the thin fabric down, watching the trapped erection bounces out and against his stomach with a soft plop- precum beading out of the slit and before I can very stop myself, I'm leaning over and licking it off his tip, drawing a deep groan for the man. I grab the base giving it short firm strokes as I lick up and down the length- it's not huge and it's not small, just about perfect size for sucking and riding and I plan fully on enjoying this thoroughly. I pop the head in and giving it hard suck before taking it all the way down to where my hand is at the base, twisting my wrist up as I bob back up, roll my tongue around the tip and bobbing back down. He is moaning and hands find their way into my hair and grabbing at my hair tightly. I moan as he lifts his hips and begins thrusting into my face and loving the way the head is abusing the back of my throat.
As he begins to slow and loosens his grip on my head, I pull off and continue to stroke him trying to catch my breathe.
"Is there any proof that he is the only one involved in this?"
"Fuckk- yes... I think so. The fucking moron keeps a file on everything and he has cameras all around his baker where he deals and stores his supply. Shit, yea, keep stroking that cock- damn it suck it somemore hunny."
"Mmm, trying to keep my mouth busy, Master," I grin before popping the darken pink head back between my lips and bobbing wet and hard over his flesh, taking all the way down until my nose is pressing into the coarse hair and he is babbling obscenities and holding my head down again, ignoring my gag reflex and swallowing hard around the head protruding untoward my trachea.
I finally pull off and cough, the string hanging off the tip and connecting to my bottom lips and licking at the saliva. Standing up, he helps me off the floor, kissing me before shoving me so I am bending over the edge of the bed with my chest and face to the mattress. I can feel my panties sliding down my hips and over my ass, one of his hands are grabbing my cheek squeezing and spreading it apart, giving it a smack once the fabric his the ground and so does he, on his knee grabbing and kissing and nipping at the flesh of my cheeks causing me to squirm in his hold and without warning is licking a long wet stripe from my balls to my tail bone back to my asshole and my legs start to shake along with my needy moans as he starts working the tip of his tongue past the muscle so fast I don't even have time to form a comprehensible thought.
"Holy shit, yes, yes master. Please. Don't stop, so good, fuck...cant wait to have your cock in my tight little ass. I need it in me baby. Fuuucck," I growl long and deep as he fucks me with two fingers along side his strong wet tongue. He chuckles at my needy whines and licks one more time and removes his fingers leaving my feeling empty and my ass twitching around nothing.
"Hands behind your back, Kitten," he commands and I obey, seconds later feeling the rough cord wrapping and tying around my wrists and forearms. He let's go and I test out my bounds and flex my fingers. "Now, my sweet little pet. Ask your last question, because after that the only thing I want to hear pass those sexy lips are 'fuck yes master I love your cock' as you ride me so hard you see the stars so clearly you can point out the mother fucking constellations."
I shiver and my cock is weeping across the sheets on the bed and oh fuck, I can't wait to to find Orion in my orgasm. "Holy fuck, do you kiss your mother with that mouth. Shit. Mmm, last question. I guess my last question is, how would you feel about him not being partners with your dad anymore?"
"Fuck you. And I don't give two fucks for him and I think it would do every one a world of favors if he never came back. Personally. Now no more questions and come hop up on this cock, I want to see that beautiful cock of your bouncing." he growls out and crawls on the bed to lay down on his back, cock standing protruding and he is lubing it up. I try crawling to him which shows to be less graceful with my arms tied behind my back, once I'm straddling his lap, I grab his cock with my hands behind me awkwardly and slowly pushing into my tight entrance, sinking all the way to a hilt, clenching hard around him and grin down at him. Now let's see who will be screaming out for whom.
*~*Third POV *~*
The bar has shut down for the night as the fake blonde exit out the back door, exhaustion clearly slapped on his face. He throws the last bit of trash into the dumpster and pulls his cigarette pack from the pocket of his vest and pulling the stick out and striking the tip, taking a long deserving pull the exhaled.
As he turns around the corner, he is greeted by someone covered by the shadows and a grin across his lips. He growls and clinches his hands into fists as soon as the stranger speaks.
"Long time no see, Shizu-chan."