Note: This has been written on phone. Please excuse all typos and auto-corrections. Enjoy~
Chapter 27: A Poke Into Reality
Warnings: Language, Sexual themes/smut- that's right.
Pitch black. Nothing could be seen.
The absence of color was invigorating.
What happened earlier?
Though her eyes had squinted and fluttered rapidly under closed narrowed lids, she could feel the aching barks of bruises cloaking her body.
What had happened earlier?
The pain made her groan slightly and jolt slowly.
What happened?
Where was she?
That scarce feeling of being crept on from behind like trapped prey enraptured in the wild hunter's eye. She was too slow and too dumb to care.
Someone was in there.
Someone was in there with her.
She wasn't paranoid.
The constant creaking and the night warning her gave a sharp edge to her senses.
The last thing she remembered was she had a devastating brawl for survival against this being.
Where is she?
'...Where am I...?'
"...nnnggh..." she groaned sluggishly. Out of the dark atmosphere of space, lights had pierced her link of vision and blinded her focus slightly.
She was somewhere.
Somewhere unrecognizable.
Namie dropped her head sluggishly like a drunken person before regaining the strength of consciousness.
Her sassy glossy dark chocolate orbs adjusted to the setting and the vagueness disappeared.
It was a small intricate room with a dirty concrete floor and the walls felt like they were closing in. It was probably due to the fact she has just awoken and her eyes were still weary and she laid on the cement like a dead body.
Though, that itching feeling of longing to get up was shortly subsided as she couldn't move her arms nor her legs, which were closely bound together strangely. Her body ached and screamed from her recent bruises that painted her skin nasty purples and blacks.
When her eyes dared to travel downward and behind her; a thick line of rope was entangled around her wrists. Namie couldn't move her hands.
Namie looked down at her slender legs and traced them down to her ankles. They were also wrapped in rope.
I've been kidnapped... damn it.
She mentally cursed and grit her teeth.
"Ah, you're awake I see."
Namie jolted at the masculine voice. Their steps grew louder and drew closer as they clicked against the hard cold floor. "It's nice having company," -the steps deafed as they stopped completely behind her-
"and a pleasure it is for it to be a beautiful woman."
The long haired beauty narrowed her eyes into slits. His voice was hovering above her but who came crawling into her vision was no one she had knew or have recognized from the depths of her memory. "Oh, don't be frightened. I'm only here to discuss business with you." He said.
"Hello there, beautiful" When the firm grasp tightened around her mouth and nose she broke into a vicious struggle. Who was this man?! Why was he trying to hold her in place!?
Her lungs begged for air but Namie rebuked the thought of taking a small whiff of it and possibly passing over from its sweet scent.
"You're actually prettier than I'd thought~" the voice cooed.
"I would love to try you out sometime..."
Every nerve and sense screamed danger. Namie immediately felt a wave of unshakable shudders shock within her as a firm meaty hand met with her tiny slender waist.
She wanted to get out. She wanted to beat this man to a bloody pulp that his face was decorated in blood and screamed mercy.
That same disturbing limb on her waist slithered toward her upper buddy like a snake. Namie shuddered hard with her insane eyes glaring daggers.
Disgust flared her senses until the hand rested on her soft breasts. The cold feeling she had felt now exploded into a flaming fury. The man was groping and fondling her like a toy; grinning like an idiot and breathed out a sickening chuckle.
"You even have a nice rack, heheh..."
Her blood boiled and tried to rebuke the blush dusting her cheeks from embarrassment from how he massaged her soft plump breasts. This man was surely dead.
Seconds of scarcity felt forever until Namie felt the surge of courage consume her.
With one enormous hit, the back of her elbow stabbed into the man's gut making him grunt out in pain. Her next blow was the back of her hand denting his face inward with a loud smack!
He roared in agony immediately letting her go and the damp cloth slip from her mouth. Namie gasped hard as her lungs begged for air.
There was no time, he would regain his senses soon.
Namie swiftly turned around gracefully and quickly grasped her weapon, aiming directly at the man.
Spray.
"AAAGHH YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he exploded with pain covering his face and swinging his body around recklessly. She had sprayed him with her pepper spray earlier. The burning sound of sizzling felt painful as it cooked his eyes a disturbing pink fleshy color.
Then the woman bolted. She bolted to her purse like a stray of light, almost tripping and losing her balance easily from her sloppy sprint. It was right there! Just a couple of inches! Just a couple of seconds!
The moment of happiness was immediately struck down as she felt her hair harshly being tugged and yanking her backwards. "..Damn bitch...!"
The ceiling switched upside down as she flew backwards onto the ground, grunting and hissing. The big guy tried to hold her down by capturing her pale wrists but felt an stinking ache onto his cheek knocking him back. Her hand was swollen pink from the hard slap in his tough skin. But that didn't matter, she had to get her purse some different way.
Ignoring the aching feeling in her scalp from her hair almost she turned around and met with a body laying on the ground.
"...the hell was that?" She breathed hoarsely looking at the man on the floor. "I must've socked him too hard... Bastard deserved it." Now that she had a closer look, it was a big man wearing a black mask and a large dark purple hoodie with long sweat pants. Definitely tall and had some size to him.
Regaining her calmness Namie lifted herself off of her jelly legs that could've buckled. Carefully, she grabbed her purse making her palms clench it into a tight yet weak hold and carry herself to the halt of the stairs. Step by step. Very slowly.
She looked for the bathroom and settled it there. The tip of her finger flicked the light on with quickness and rested her purse onto the counter, dark eyes adjusting to the ridiculous bright light almost blinding her. There, her hand roamed the inside of it and it slipped upon a smooth long tube-like object.
Relief poured from her soft chocolate eyes as she retrieved it fast and set her gaze upon it.
Thank goodness...
In her hand was a miniature sedative in case of reasons. There was no way a woman like her would go out unprepared for these types of situations. She immediately flicked off the lights letting the darkness flood it and head outside. When she closed the door behind her, she noticed something.
It's too quiet.
That's when she felt the same essence of fear engulf her as a hand entangled its fingers within the strands of her gorgeous silky hair and swing her towards the different way.
How did he manage to get up here so quickly?!
He lead her to the opening of the stairs and slammed her fragile body down with a loud thump and eventually traveled down this stairs like a boulder. Her purse instantly slipping from her grasp and flying to the floor before she dies; spilling all the utensils and things inside all over the floor.
Each step crashed into her side, face, legs, you name it. The steps pummeled against her harshly and each rough hit made her grunt out in pain. The spots were dusted purple black colors.
Unless-!
Her body came to a screeching halt at the end of the stairs like a dead body that had slipped out from it's casket.
"...Now I've got you."
He was faking it...
She rolled pretty far from the steps and more closer to the center of the room. Her body screamed at her to get up and flee, but her elbows could only support her weight to a minimum of only raising her slowly and weakly.
The steps stumped with a deadly tune down the stairs quickly. Namie tried to fix her crumbling limbs.
"Don't try moving whore!" The man growled before kicking her gut harshly, making her flip into her side. Pain flooded her expression as she squinted her eyes shut and held her stomach defensively. He yanked her hair upward for the millionth time making her yelp in agony and try to struggle out of his hold. She was being lifted by her hair off of the ground and onto her knees.
"Now look who's the weak one!"
A large and hard fist smacked into her fragile face. Instantly flying very far over the floor and knocking over some chairs and the famous game board the flea loved to mess around with. Strange pieces scattered around with the sound of constant clacking and things tipping over like water spilling; a huge mess.
This man was strong...
Or maybe because she was lighter than expected and soared across the floor.
She couldn't move. Namie was no match for this man. Blood painted her lips a deadly scarlet color and trickled down her chin like a river.
She was weak. Couldn't move. Could barely lift the lid of her eyes open to see.
"Now what's this?"
He held the tube in his hands and walked over to her slowly.
"A drug? You tried to use this on me, huh beautiful?"
"Probably a sedative. Shall we test it out on a bitch like you?" He cooed in a sickening smile with tainted yellow teeth.
The brute leaned down onto his knees looming above her figure before firmly capturing her arm and settling the point at the weak point of her skin. "Now I do enjoy women who fight and play hard to get..."
The needle pierced her skin with a disturbing prick sound earning a painful hiss.
Shameful. How could I...
Her eye lids drooped low, too heavy.
How could I let this...
Her movements became sluggish as did her ability to stay awake.
Happen...
"Nighty-night beautiful~"
Black.
There he sat comfortably on the center of the bed. It's soft fabric whispering calm thoughts within him, though, the eagerness glazed both of his honey colored orbs.
"Izaya..." his voice grunted hoarsely through pried lips. The seeking heat he felt at his length erecting straight and tall grew unbearable. It's veins popped out with it pulsing lively and fully straightened in view, not hiding or flaccid.
"You're so naughty, Shizu-chan~" that same smooth mischievous voice cooed in a playful suggestive tone massaging his balls rather teasingly. The blond could feel the embarrassing feeling of fire spread across his face and cheeks instantly dusting them a rosy red color. His breathing was abnormally fast though he wrestled it within the bottom of his lungs to hold in any sounds.
"Look who's talking...!"
His vest was unbuttoned showing his flawless hard abs to the night's light along with his belt unbuckled and fly unzipped exposing his shaft. Though his enemy had his classic fur-trimmed coat on but it hanging off the edge of his soft feminine-like shoulders exposing some pearl bright skin.
The raven was propped in a comfortable position close to the blond's monster cock. So close that it grazed the point of his nose. "And huge, too."
The brute flinched at the soft grip upon his rock hard penis making it stand taller than a building. Even the sensation of his cold hand brought pleasure shooting from his lower region straight to his brain like a shock. The cool crisp air inside the apartment was indeed the replica of the outside air for it chilled him.
The heat that he so longed for to embrace his member grew. Slowly but immensely pleasuring he felt the moist cavern of the raven engulf him whole, his slit itching with precum and his heart leaping. The saliva encoded him and soon enough he felt the raven's tongue lick under his shaft. "D...damn..." His eyes met those dastardly insane cat like red eyes that spelled mischief that gave him a sheer slice of embarrassment. Though it turned him on even further.
The informant pushed himself to swallow it whole until the head of the man's shaft hit the back of his throat. Until his brain told him he was ready to start, Izaya began bobbing his head at a reasonable and pleasurable pace. "N-ngh...!" Oh gods it felt too good. The way he sucked; the saliva that lubricated it; the slurping and sticky noises that cheered his ears on into getting more aroused within the raven's goddess-like mouth. It send numerous shocks and waves of pleasure sailing up his spine. He was good at this.
Too good.
"Izaya- fuck..."
"Hm?"
"You like this?" His eyes chimed along as he pulled out.
"Of course you do. It has to be so good that you can't wait to come all inside~" He giggled.
Ashamed at his vivid fantasy the blond gave an annoyed blind eye to him. "Don't feel ashamed, Shizu-chan. It's normal, even for a protozoan~" That annoyed remark he was about to reply with was cut sharply with the raven taking him in once again but speeding up the pace. Even in the dead of the night while the air was chilly, his nipples perked up sharp as diamonds.
His cock couldn't take much more of it or else he would explode all inside his delicious mouth painting it all a creamy color. Just the thought sent Shizuo into a frenzy. He bucked his hips constantly along the pace line Izaya was giving him until his cock was on fire. It was burning with a yearn of release.
"Izaya... I'm gonna-!" He choked out through pleasurable thrusts. "Then go ahead. Shizu-chan needs to cum, so cum already." He replied before continuing his cycle.
He could feel the pulsating of the brute's penis deep within the borrows of his moist cavern and his pink muscle licking and sliding over the slit of the head. It quickened and quickened until one last thrust that burrowed itself deepest into the raven's throat before exploding with a pool of white. Shizuo slowly pulled out and began to stroke himself off letting the rest of his release shroud on the informant's pale face.
Izaya's mouth dripped with cum as he kept it wide open, it smeared all on his face with lines and specs.
That suggestive face Izaya was giving him and the way he was positioned; coat hanging off and teasing him with his exposed shoulders, sparked his arousal once more with an encore.
"Bad Shizu-chan...! You should've warned me when you were going to cum directly!" He pouted after drinking his partner's sweet seed.
"You told me I could come so I don't see a problem in that." His eyes traveled to a different location ignoring the man placed in front of him.
"I see you're still rock hard, hmm~?"
"Guess so..." he muttered softly. Izaya chuckled something to himself before gaining his posture of standing up high. "I guess we'll have to do it your way."
It was a matter of seconds before he stripped his pants and boxers off. Next thing Shizuo knew, Izaya had crawled on top of him with that same smug.
"Like this?"
His bottom connected with his enormous member before being swallowed whole within the raven's entrance.
Not even a second flew by when Shizuo forced his way up and flipping the informant underneath him. He was positioned better, especially now that he has a beauty underneath his frame.
"No, like this." Shizuo grinned until he pounded hard through the moist walls fully sheathing himself. Slowly driving himself back out of the oven that awaited him he couldn't resist not feeling that heat upon his cock again. He burled his hard penis deep within the raven's core making him shriek with ecstasy.
"Aah~! Shizu-chan~! Anh!" Izaya moaned loudly seeing stars. He wrapped his frail arms around the beast's neck and pulled him closer, almost embracing and melting together. Each thrust rammed deeper and harder hitting Izaya's prostate dead on the spot. They couldn't control themselves nor the amount of waves they felt. It was like an endless train of euphoria along with the sexy sounds of Izaya moaning and the slapping of skin melting together.
"Ahh! Harder!" He demanded.
Didn't need to tell Shizuo that for him to go ballistic. The bed screeched tirelessly with creaks. Without a warning they engaged in a gentle yet sloppy kiss. Their tongues wrestling for dominance and trailing saliva down their chins.
Though upon breaking their kiss his pace quickened and forced himself deeper. "So...good! Fuck!" The blond grunted.
"Shizu-chan...'
He tried to thrust deeper and engulf his cock within those moist sticky walls.
"Shizu-chan...!"
He tried to until he felt something poking the side of his face.
"...Wha...?"
That irritating poking bothered him.
Poke.
Stop.
Poke Poke...
Just stop it!
...
Poke.
God dammit!
In less than a blink of an eye, he swiped his hand to his face like an animal instinct.
But instead of a hand he was expecting, it was something strange.
Something sticky that smelled sweet...
Shizuo's sharp ears heard the sweet maniacal laughter that he heard all too well.
"...What the hell?"
Immediately eyes shot wide open to find his hand slapped onto his face...
With a sticky substance.
"Hahahaha! Just look at you!" He heard that same annoying pest's laughter.
His hand was coded with a slimy brown liquid that smelled of sweet when it hit his nostrils.
Maple syrup.
"WHAT THE FUCK FLEA!?" Izaya completely ignored his roar from all his laughter he was practically dying over.
"You were-haha... you were so sleepy and sprawled out on the bed that I had too! Haha!"
Shizuo grimaced heavenly as he glared daggers at the laughing moron in front of him. How did he even get into his room quietly? Oh right. He's the flea.
"Fucking dammit! Do you always have to be so fucking childish?!" He said growling.
"But Shizu-chan looks better this way!" Izaya bursted into tears of joy he was crouching over clenching his stomach.
"THAT'S IT!" The beast instantly leaped out of his bed like a tiger. "And now he's mad... it's just a simple joke!"
"I DON'T CARE!" The man snarled and looked as if he was a wild beast getting ready to rip his enemy to shreds. Oh wait. He was.
"Tch...! Just get the hell outta my room!"
"Aww, Shizu-chan is such a party pooper..." the informant pouted instantly walking out slowly. Shizuo immediately slammed the door not caring if he caused an earthquake or not.
Fucking dumbass louse.
Great, now I have to take a shower.
It wasn't all that bad due to it being 6:37 AM.
It didn't take him much time getting fresh new wearable clothes and setting them up. But what caught his eye through the entire "wake up syndrome" his lower region ached of hardness and he could tell he was having a boner.
This is all the flea's fault. Messing around with me...
It disturbed him that his own brief sleep pants couldn't hide such a massive size. What if Izaya saw it? Some part of his sanity begged to differ, but this is Izaya they were talking about.
He needed some relief. Especially after that.
And... that dream.
"Yagiri Namie, was it? Ah yes, you've been out for quite some time."
"A whole day at least."
Her dark sassy eyes begged to differ trying to encode her surroundings and why she was involved.
"It's quite disturbing how you know my name." Her icy gaze narrowed death at the man, but he wasn't afraid. It was on the contrary.
"Oh please, your name was on your ID in your purse. Although," his eyes returned back to her frame, "One of my men, the one you had a... 'falling out' with? Yes, he said you had a sedative you were trying to use on him and apparently he bragged on how much he beat up a poor beautiful girl and knocking her out with her own weapon."
"That's a powerful sedative you've got there, Yagiri-san." He grinned with malice in his eyes.
"Yeah well, next time tell your men to quit brutalizing women. He did quite a number on me."
"Ah yes, I terribly apologize for his behavior. He can be quite a brute some times." He sounded sincere but Namie's senses whispered a different story.
Yeah, no kidding. She thought.
"Right."
"Let's get down to business now, shall we, Yagiri-san?" Eventually he walked up to her frail body, looming over it.
"Do you happen to know anything or the whereabouts of Orihara Izaya?"
I am pretty sure I was smoking something here. Like what am I even... XD also I couldn't get the classic "IT'S A PRANK BRO!" out of my head so this happened. Btw I'm thinking about ending this story in the mid 30's or possibly chapter 40. Meh, until next time~!
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...I'm gonna be late for school today... stayed up just for you... x.x;