A/N: Hey! This will be continued still, there will probably be like 5 or 6 chapters and there may or may not be a chapter every day, because I'd like there to be but I'm pretty lazy xD.
This chapter contains a lot more mature content than the first. Just mentioning, hope you enjoy!
The next thing he knew, Kida had been lifted off of his feet by the older blond and Izaya skipped alongside the two as they headed for Shizuo's apartment. Kida didn't struggle; what was the point? He was longing to get home, wishing none of this had ever happened, praying it would all be over soon. But even attempting to escape was not an option. As much as he wanted to, he just shouldn't. Or should he? If he wanted to leave, then what should stop him? His mind was full of contradicting thoughts.
Of course though, his first theory was correct. As he shuffled around uncomfortably in Shizuo's arms and tried to slip down to his feet, the older blonde's grip simply tightened around him and he was held in a more inadequate manner than before. It was almost painful and he groaned quietly, making Izaya giggle for whatever reason. The grip was slowly and gently loosened, but it didn't help much. Pondering over whether maybe this was just as gentle as Shizuo could actually be, Kida almost started to feel bad for him. Any sympathetic feelings he was previously gathering died when he was dropped onto the cold hard ground in front of the door to his conveyer's apartment. Metal keys clanging together echoed throughout the vast hallway as Izaya forcefully yanked Kida to his feet and lead him into the open apartment.
Hearing the door slam, Kida focused his vision on Shizuo as he followed behind the two of them. His eyes were fixated on the man, seeing the glimmer of excitement in his usually angered expression, studying the way he moved but mostly wondering what on Earth he was thinking at this very moment. What did he know that Kida didn't?
Being thrown down onto a large double bed brought Kida back to reality. Izaya was towering over him, their faces inches apart and it made him shiver, his eyes wide with shock. When Izaya's lips met Kida's, there was nothing he could do. This was the last thing he was expecting to happen right now, and he had nothing prepared. No fake reactions practiced and perfected. This truly did take him by surprise, so he just allows it to happen. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to respond to this kind of thing? What was Izaya even thinking!? His mind was clustered and he remained motionless as he felt the older man's tongue smoothly slide across his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Oblivious to his own actions, Kida's mouth opened hesitantly and Izaya slid his tongue inside. Letting Izaya explore his mouth without interruption, Kida started to feel a sense of shame. Why was he letting this happen? Did he want this? He was almost certain that he didn't.
But it felt amazing.
Over the past couple of years he'd spent thinking about it, he definitely never even considered for one second that the older informant would be his first kiss. He knew that Izaya was manipulating in his words, the way that he made everything sound so perfect, but this was a whole new side of the man that he'd never stepped into the boundaries of before. How can one manipulate another through a kiss? How was he changing Kida so much through this method? In the end, the young blond made sense of nothing that was happening, but he when Izaya pulled away, he knew that he longed for more. A smirk crept onto the informant's face as he pulled Shizuo down onto the bed with the two of them.
At some point during the awkward kiss between Kida and Izaya, Shizuo had taken the time to remove his own shirt. He made quite the picture. Kida could only stare in awe at the sight before him, Izaya pulling a shirtless (and an extremely sexy looking) Shizuo into a forceful and seemingly aggressive kiss, Shizuo not even trying to fight away from him. It made him hard. Just the sight of it. Noticing that Izaya was observing him, Kida felt his face flush with embarrassment as he stared down at the obvious bulge.
Izaya had to push Shizuo's face away to talk. He motioned his head in Kida's direction, and the older blond turned to face him with a confused expression. He studied him for a brief second, before spotting exactly what it was that had caught the raven haired boy's attention, and a devilish smirk crept onto his face.
"Excited Masaomi?~" Izaya's voice was smooth a sexy. Almost certain that he had heard Shizuo chuckle after the informants words, Kida's blush grew deeper and he had to look away from the two older men. This is was so humiliating. Desperately trying to conjure up some random thoughts to put off the erection that was so painfully obvious, Kida felt the presence of another looming over him. Just as he was about to turn his head again, he felt soft lips brush against his own.
"I always knew you had a thing for me," Shizuo whispered huskily before forcing his lips upon Kida's. He most certainly did not have 'a thing' for him. So why could he not protest that? Of course he couldn't, there was no way he was breaking this kiss. It was forceful, but perfect. Shizuo definitely knew what he was doing, and Kida was so inexperienced. He allowed Shizuo's tongue access to the inside of his mouth and tries to mimic his actions. As the older blond grabbed Kida's head and pulled him in closer, almost a little too forcefully, the boy figured he must have been doing something right. His arms lifted and wrapped draped themselves onto Shizuo's shoulders, his finger twisting in blond tangles at the back of the older man's head. Shizuo let his hands slip down to Kida's waist to push both their clothed erections together. A moan involuntarily escaped his lips, and it only made Shizuo crave more.
Unexpectedly, Masaomi was ripped away from Shizuo and the lost lips were replaced with Izaya's. This kiss was much less gentle then their previously shared one. Kida was shoved onto his back and more or less jumped on by the raven haired informant as he stripped the blond of his shirt and jeans. The following kiss was commanding and rough. Izaya shuffled himself down the bed to remove what was left of Kida's clothing, but the younger boy could feel the soft tongue of another sliding up his neck to his cheek. Shizuo wasn't about to be left out. He was satisfied with the pleasure filled moan that escaped the younger blonde's lips.
A million different emotions were rushing through Kida's head all at once. As he was stripped of the last bit of clothing he had, he didn't know whether to be ashamed, excited or scared. The only thing he did know was that has body had given up on him, because with every moan was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced.
And it would only get so much better from here.