As he approached those all too familiar doors that would lead him straight into the fiery pits of hell, a sense of terror coursed through him. Simply shaking it off, Masaomi shoved open the doors to an empty office. He was annoyed when he started to feel relieved that he wouldn't have to face the raven haired man again, because wasn't that exactly what he'd come here for?

The office was silent. An open laptop was on the desk, left unattended, though the screen was black so it must have been there for a while. A swivel chair faced the huge glass windows, overlooking the city. Kida walked up to the chair with confidence and sat down slowly, examining what was laid out before him. Glancing down at the city below, he realized how utterly helpless every single civilian looked from way up here. If he had a psychopathic mind and an air rifle, he could probably shoot down at least 100 of them before getting caught. From where he was sitting right now, he could truly watch the entire city burn. It was like having everyone kneeling before you. Looking over them like some sort of God, or simply a being of superiority. Izaya must have loved this. It suited him so very well.

"Pretty, isn't it?" a smooth voice whispered into his ear, making him shudder. He knew that some part of him was petrified of the things that Izaya could do to him, but he couldn't let that part dominate right now and he knew that he had to keep up this confidence and bravery that he was holding onto so desperately as he turned to look the man in the eyes.

"I've been waiting for you, Izaya," he said with a devilish smirk on his face. Reading Izaya's expression, he assumed that the man enjoyed seeing him try to play a part that wasn't the innocent little child. And he was right.

"Oh really?~ Well I'm here now. So what did you want?"

"I can't believe what you did today. Surely you knew I didn't want Mikado to know about that. Of course you knew. You just wanted to make me feel weak and vulnerable before you. You wanted to make me feel like you had something over me. Well, you're not just going to get away with that Izaya," the smirk didn't leave his lips once while he spoke and his eyes never once strayed from Izaya's. His smirk only grew when he the silence dragged on after his words, knowing he'd left the information broker speechless. At least, that's what he thought he knew, before he heard that maniacal laughter. It was so frustrating, to hear the man's unexplained laughter after thinking he had him right where he wanted him. Frustrating enough to make him go to punch the informant. Izaya seized hi slaughter immediately, catching Kida's fist and throwing him from where he sat comfortably on the chair, to stumbling harshly onto the floor at the man's feet. The second he saw the blond try to get to his feet, he stood on his chest, pinning him to the floor.

"You came all the way over here 'punish' me then did you Masaomi?" he questioned, watching the boy squirm under his foot, enjoying every moment.

"Get off me!" Kida screamed, struggling frantically to get away from the man. There was only one thing left he could think to do, so he bit down hard onto Izaya's ankle and he pulled away quickly, giving the blond the time he needed to pull himself up to his feet and slap the man round the face. "You're not the boss of me and I'm not afraid of you!"

"That was a very immature stunt you just pulled, Masaomi," the informant began. "Looks like it's going to be me punishing you for that~" Before Kida could react, he was shoved down violently onto the hard desk, files, pens and a laptop being disregarded and shoved onto the floor. Izaya was on top of him and holding both Kida's hands above his head. When the teen started kicking, Izaya dug his knee into the boys chest, causing him to let out an agonized groan. He tutted and smirked at the boy below him, and without further ado, he stopped and remained still.

"And you think I'm not 'the boss' of you," he whispered into Kida's ear, sending shivers down his spine as he gently licked his earlobe. "I own you, Masaomi Kida. You're mine."

Just the thought of that was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He tried his best to fight them away as he also tried his very best to not think of himself as Izaya's possession. He was much more than just one of the information broker's toys. As he felt Izaya's tongue slide over his lips, he couldn't stop himself from opening his mouth and allowing him entrance. He felt so disgusted with himself, he was ashamed that he was allowing Izaya to do this to him yet again, especially when he had come here so determined to get back at him for doing it in the first place. But there was something so alluring about the older man, something that made Kida melt into his each and every touch.

"Don't you think it's funny?" Izaya questioned as he slid his hand under the teen's shirt, earning him a satisfactory whimper. "You came here so confident, so determined to make me fear you. What was your plan Masaomi? Throw in some harsh words and watch me fall at your feet?" His laughter pierced the young blonde's ears. An even more arousing sound came from the teen as Izaya's hand found his nipple and tweaked it gently.

It was so humiliating how much he enjoyed having the older man touch him like this. He let his body give in to what was happening so much that he didn't even realize Izaya was stripping him until he was completely naked, feeling the cool air hit his newly exposed erection. Uncomfortably, the boy watched the informant make a show of removing his own clothing. How he desperately wanted to rip Izaya out of those clothes that he teased him with; he hated himself for feeling this way. He watched as the man climbed on top of him, finally disregarding his last piece of clothing and opened a drawer on the desk that was just below Kida's head. From this drawer, he pulled an all too familiar strip of yellow fabric. Masaomi Kida's yellow scarf. Trust him to keep hold of such an insignificant item. Before he could react, Kida's head was yanked up from where he lay on the desk and the scarf was tied around his eyes, blocking his vision completely.

"Why are you doing this?" Kida's voice was a lot shakier and his tone was seemingly more afraid than he would have liked.

"Because I find Masaomi Kida, the sixteen year old leader of the Yellow Scarves much more interesting than Masaomi Kida, the ordinary sixteen year old high school kid," a smirk was evident in his voice. That smug grin infuriated Kida, even when he couldn't see it. It seemed an appropriate time to cry, just before he was entered forcefully, without warning or preparation. He tried ever so desperately to drown out the sickening sound of his own screams. Surely Izaya was enjoying this, each and every moment of his pain, but he continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear until the pain had subsided and in its place, that immense pleasure. The exact same feeling from that night that he tried so hard to forget. No part of him wanted to enjoy this kind of treatment, but God the pleasure that overwhelmed him was too much to ignore. He found himself moaning sensually and rocking his hips to Izaya's thrusts.

"B...Bastard..." he muttered between panting, sweat forming on the side of his head. Accepting the outbreak of laughter and much harder more vigorous thrusting as a response, Kida threw his head back and moaned loudly. And just then, as he'd found that soft spot, the informant pulled out and the teen could no longer feel his presence above him. His head desperately moved around looking for Izaya, but the blindfold was obviously making his search impossible.

"...I-Izaya?" he called quietly, almost timidly. There was a lingering sense of desire in his tone, and Kida knew that he wanted the man back right at that moment. He thought he could make it the sound of a distant snicker from the other side of the room, so was taken by surprise when he felt very gentle kisses being placed on his neck. Reaching out his hand to touch this new person, Kida was met with another large hand gripping onto his own. The grip was loose and soft, and the kisses his neck and cheek were receiving almost seemed apologetic. Lovingly, he accepted these new gentle touches, welcoming the new presence with open arms, as he longed for this sweet and calm caress.

"..Sh-..Shizuo?" he questioned his voice shaking and breaking half way through.

"I'm so sorry," was the husky, whispered response. "But Izaya was right. You look your best like this, laid out in front of me, so very vulnerable. And those moans of yours; well they do something to me." Kida felt the man's tip push into his entrance and he couldn't help but tense at the feeling. He was bigger than Izaya, not by much, but enough to make him unsettled at the feeling. The teen was broken into, not without a moan which only made Shizuo thrust harder and deeper into him.

After a while of this harsh treatment, Kida adjusted once again and was crying out in blissful delight. The only thing left about this that he found unsettling was the yellow scarf preventing him from seeing. He had begged for it to be taken off quietly but was certain that his pleas were drowned out by lustful moans and screams.

"Ngh! Shizuo.." he groaned loudly, before proceeding with his request. "The scarf..t-take it off...please..." he pleaded. His own hands were being held by the older blond above his head, stopping him from being able to relieve himself of the blindfold. Unfortunately, the man completely ignored him and continued pounding into that sweet spot of his, making him cry out for more. It continued like this until they both reached climax in unison. Shizuo hung over the boy for a while, catching his breath, before pulling out and falling onto the floor beside the desk.

Kida's wrists were extremely sore, but despite this, he lifted his hand and removed the blindfold, discarding it while his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. He sat up from his uncomfortable position on the desk to examine the room around him. The older blond on the floor beside him, panting and sweating with his eyes closed. The raven haired informant standing a little away from the desk, a daunting smirk plastered on his pale face. The fancy black camera in front of the informant stood neatly on a tripod recording Kida's every move. And then the situation started to sink in as he stared in horror at the recording device. Suddenly, his clothes were thrown at him lazily by Shizuo who now stood behind Izaya, his arms wrapped tightly around the man's waist. He dressed slowly and shakily, his eyes not once leaving the camera until Izaya lifted it from its position on the tripod and snapped it shut.

That footage would be the death of him. Forever, Izaya would have this hold on him, blackmailing him for the rest of his sad pathetic life. It made him sick just thinking about it, being constantly attached to this bastard for such disgusting reasons. He was ashamed and he just wanted to go home, lock himself up in room and pretend nothing ever happened. He felt the desperate need for a shower but knew he wouldn't feel clean no matter how much he washed now. Every part of him was filthy and disgusting. He was dirty.

"You didn't expect to just strut into my home like the little whore you are and not get treated like one did you?" the smirk on Izaya's face widened as Kida looked down in shameful acceptance. If Izaya thought he was a whore, he was probably right.

"I'm sorry..." he managed to murmur without sounding too pathetic. Glancing upwards at the two men, he noticed a slightly disturbed look on Shizuo's face. Kida knew that the older blond didn't agree with the way that Izaya was treating him, but he was doing nothing about it which was definitely out of character. There was probably something in it for him, like he could fuck Kida whenever he wanted too if he kept his mouth shut. Forever, he would be a toy for them to play with when they're bored and throw away once they're done.

"Why don't we add a little more to this raw footage?" Izaya said with a chuckle as he opened up the camera again and started to film the young, seemingly innocent blond. How sweet and calm he looked sitting on the desk with such a humiliated look about him. "Who's the biggest whore in Ikebukuro?"

Knowing the answer Izaya wanted, Kida felt his eyes well up with tears once again. This was getting pathetic; how easy it was too have him blubbering like a child. He had to be strong. He sniffled away the tears before looking straight into the camera and whispering "I am."

"Louder."

"I am. I'm the biggest whore in Ikebukuro," he obliged. Hearing himself say that, he felt even more ashamed than he had before and he wasn't even sure if that was possible at the moment.

"Who took your virginity?"

"Shizuo Heiwajima," he replied with that hint of hidden pain in his voice that Izaya probably loved.

"Who do you belong to?" Silence. That one was a little harder to answer. He didn't want to admit that he was definitely now the possession of Izaya, despite knowing it, it was far too humiliating to say that. Just the thought of those words coming from his own mouth was nauseating.

"You," he muttered, almost inaudibly.

"Whore, say it."

"I belong to you, Izaya Orihara."

Forever. This was his life now. Nothing more than the disgusting possession of Izaya Orihara and the used manipulated sex toy of Shizuo Heiwajima.