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Izaya was up nearly half the night talking about dates and places for the two to meet without any complications or people being suspicious of the two being together. He knew a lot of people were far more protective of Kida now, just because he was dating him. Especially Mikado and Anri. It didn't really phase him much. He watched the scrolling chatroom with amusement, leaning back in his chair.
He was distracted when he heard loud snores coming from his living room area. He smirked, it was one of the perks of Kida he didn't enjoy. He quickly typed a message in the chatroom before standing up and leaning over his couch to stare down at the blonde. He reached down, plugging the blonde's nose, watching his boyfriend jolt up in moments.
Masaomi's eyes were wide, was half-worried why he couldn't breathe for a moment before his eyes met amused glinting red orbs. He frowned, "you really got to stop doing that, dammit. It's dangerous."
Izaya chuckled, "so is your snoring. I'm surprised an earthquake hasn't broken out in Shinjuku yet." He teased, lifting up his hands dramatically, which earned a glare from the younger one. He reached down and pinched the blonde's cheek. "Oh, aren't you so cuuuuteee when you're pouty~~" he cooed, and his hand was quickly smacked away.
Masaomi stood up from the couch, "I'm going home." He stated. He moved to make his way out before noticing Izaya standing in front of him. "What the hell? I'm allowed to go home."
"It's five in the morning, Kida-kun~"
"I'll be fine," the teenage boy argued, moving to push past the informant. He froze when he heard the informant unlock his phone, pressing a few buttons. "It won't be in a few minutes if you decide to go out there~"
Masaomi frowned, tightening his grip on the handle. He narrowed his eyes at the reflection in the doorknob, seeing himself and Izaya behind him ready to press any button on his phone to make a call to go out who knows where to fuck him over. "Tch," he turned around. "I'm going to bed," he muttered, pushing past the informant and walking up the staircase, slamming the informant's door behind him. Izaya heard the click of his bedroom door locking.
"In the doghouse again, eh?" Izaya laughed. Masaomi was fun. He wasn't sure he would ever get sick of him. "I'm glad I made you mine, Masaomi." Doesn't look like everyone sees that though. He thought to himself as he moved back over to his desk.
"We'll just have to show him you're mine, right, Kida-kun?" He said to himself as he scrolled through the rest of the chat log.
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Tuesday. 10pm. Russia Sushi.
"Ah, welcome back, Izaya!" Simon greeted with his hands full of plates of questionable sushi. "The regular?"
Izaya smiled, waving and nodding. "Yes, but not to go. I'm meeting with a friend tonight."
Simon seemed to light up at the comment, smiling. "Ah, friends are good! A man like you definitely needs friends!"
Izaya laughed, "Simon-san, that's not very nice. I think I'm a perfectly fun-loving guy. I just love humans so much is all."
Simon shook his head in somewhat of a disapproval but didn't say anything more. "Is Kida-kun still with you? He safe? Don't hurt him." He said in his usual broken-up Japanese.
Izaya smirked, waving a hand in dismissal of not to worry. "Kida-kun is perfectly fine with me, thank you. The only one I will let hurt him is me and I have no intention of doing that anytime soon."
"He good kid. Strong. Happy. Don't break him." Simon's words of wisdom came again.
"Duly noted, Simon-san~" he said before he heard the bell chime, turning around. "Ah, I think we'll have to pick this conversation up another day, Simon-san. My guest just arrived." He said, facing the high school boy. "Oh, Mikado-kun~ Why do you look so serious? Should we look so serious when talking about Masaomi?" He joked, trying to lighten up the mood.
Mikado's facade didn't budge and he just walked up to the informant. "I don't plan to make fun of this situation, nor do I plan to spend more time with you than I have to." He stated, "I'm not playing any of your games, Izaya-san, so let's discuss what we came here to discuss."
Izaya was pleasantly surprised at the determination and how different Mikado was alone, faced in a situation like this as opposed to when he was around Kida. He smirked, narrowing his eyes into piercing blue ones. "Fine, this way~" he sang, but he, himself, also wasn't going to mess around in this situation. Everything that he said and did in the upcoming conversation would be the truth, whether his boyfriend's best friend believed it or not.
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Izaya skipped to the back of the restaurant into a secluded private room. He slid the door open, moving to take a seat at the table. "I've taken the liberty of getting us a private room so no one bothers us during our discussion." He replied matter-of-factly.
Mikado followed behind him at a normal pace and took his seat on the floor. He sighed inwardly, wishing he didn't have to this conversation with the informant.
"So, what about Kida-kun should we talk about?" He asked, looking over at the dark-haired boy who seemed to be mustering up a smugness ever since they got to Russia Sushi.
"Why you?" Mikado finally said. Izaya blinked, "Don't you think that's more of a question for Kida-kun?"
Mikado shook his head, "Why did you agree to it? Why would he pick you? You ruined his entire life."
Izaya smiled mischievously over at the gang leader. "It's true. I had no real intention of making this relationship actually work or long-lasting. Kida was one of my favorite toys to play with. He's such an interesting human, don't you think so?" He started, "though, the longer I was with him, the more dates and conversations we had – the more I thought I might actually really like being around Kida-kun all the time. For the longest time, I had treasured him like a little brother – but the little quirks Kida-kun does are somewhat cute and it was quite fun to learn more about his kinks in the bedroom as-"
Mikado slammed his hands on the table, causing Izaya's rant end. Did he really have to bring their personal business up? His ears turned red at the conversation and he was pretty sure he was burning a hole through the table with his eyes. Why did Masaomi give himself up to Orihara Izaya? It made his stomach churn.
Red orbs seemed to dance and the grin only spread wider on the informant's face as he watched the gang leader try to calm himself down. "Ne, ne, Mikado-kun~ It seems like you're jealous." He smiled as he saw Mikado's head shoot up to give him a death glare. Izaya only chuckled, waving his hand in dismissal. "Ah, if looks could kill~" He teased, but his face fell into a more serious one.
"Ryuugamine Mikado. You're a smart boy. If you know what's good for you – you'll stay away from Masaomi. He's mine."
It seemed like they were at a standstill for a long time just trying to intimidate each other by looks, before they both let their guards down as they heard a familiar voice in front of the shop.
A/N: Don't forget to R&R! :)
