Chapter 52: Cellmate

"Inmate 005 returned to the cell." Rusty iron hitting bars of steel hallowed through the

narrow corridor as the officer announced Izaya's return.

He had been gone for what? A few minutes? Probably even less, at least from what the guards were able to perceive. They had brought him out, seen him run for the bathroom, then brought him back.

Might have been five minutes at most.

For Izaya- not so little.

Rattling, the entrance to his private cell shuttered close once more. The lock was adjusted and a sneer directed into his direction before the officer turned to his original position.

This was not a real prison, it was just a couple of cells in the back of the station, just to hold people that were yet to be judged or only there to pass a few days as a sort of punishment- yet right now it did feel like an actual prison.

Dragging his body inside the room Izaya glanced towards the bed. He wanted to lay down. The room was swaying so hard- the ceiling too. Everything was rotating- just getting down the corridor without making his discomfort apparent had been a challenge in itself, but now?

Heated palm brushing across a small chair in the middle of the room, Izaya closed his eyes for a second.

Fuck-

He was nauseous.

So fucking nauseous-

If just the room stopped spinning- His stomach was moving up and down, his shoulders heaving. Feeling his breath stutter for a moment, Izaya barely made it to the small toilet in the corner in time before he emptied himself with suppressed retching sounds.

Heaving he let his head thud against the wall- it was cool compared to his skin, same for the sweat trailing down his spine. The bitter remnant of frustration perked up from the back of his mind as it laughed at him cruelly. Anyone watching him would see nothing but a pathetic lifeform unable to even move. The idea made Izaya feel worse than the fact that he was held a prisoner.

Again his eyes searched for the bed.

Lay down.

Just lay down and sleep.

Whatever this drug was, with Shizuo having been there it should be fine now, he should be out of any danger of being discovered.

Carefully his hand reached for the small chair once more.

The room was swaying like crazy. He felt as though he was walking upon the board of a ship steering through the midst of a raging storm.

His sense of balance had almost completely ceased existing- and so he breathed in.

Deeply, before pushing himself off the wall with what little power he had left.

Harsh his knee hit the frame of the bed, but at least his upper body made it to his desired destination.

Brushing his hair out of his face Izaya kneeled there for a moment. Just sitting as he waited for the nauseating wave to pass. Knees on the floor and body propped up on bed he must be giving a suiting image of a praying prisoner. The idea made his lips tug into the smallest smile as he let his hand run across his face.

"Holding up?" The voice came as unexpectedly as Izaya had anticipated.

Of course. His new neighbor.

Whilst being escorted to his cell he had already caught a short glimpse of his new friend moving in the shadow of his cell. Izaya had expected him to ask what he had been doing and yet right now he was neither in the mood nor in the condition to talk.

Ignoring the stupid question he pulled himself up.

The bed. That was the most imminent goal now. Just get in there. Sleep.

"I heard you vomit." An internal groan left Izaya as he finally slipped beneath the soothing covers. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Could this guy just shut up?

He was already feeling like shit and talking didn't seem like a tempting option.

"If you don't answer I will call the cops to check on you."

This guy-

Gritting his teeth, Izaya clutched the pillow for a moment.

"Shut up." The response was fairly quiet yet didn't lack malice.

He was probably being unfair. Izaya was aware of that.

Judging by the order these questions came in and the unannounced threat that was none in reality Izaya understood that this stranger actually seemed to be worried.

Why? He had no idea. He was just another inmate, just someone who had gotten locked up as well.

And yet he had given him water. Had warned him to eat more of that food, to touch anything he was given in here. He knew how to be wary and for some reason he was on Izaya's side.

But right now Izaya had no energy left. Every cell in his body was burning from exhaustion, every movement making the nausea worse and his body heat rising the moment he stirred.

Peaceful and much desired silence followed as he tried to fall asleep. He closed his eyes, he tried to relax- but no chance. It took mere minutes for him to realize that he couldn't sleep.

His body was jittery, almost as if he had had too much caffeine. He was tired, yet simply couldn't drift off.

It was excruciating being caught in this unpleasant state of never dying waves of heat without any chance to leave.
"Drink."

The soft sound of something cluttering on the ground caught Izaya's ears. Turning his head as slow as a turtle moved he glanced towards the source.

A bottle of water.

It was rolling towards him from the front of his cell.

It didn't take a lot of wisdom to conclude that his neighbor had somehow managed to toss it in here from his own cell. Just looking at the soothing liquid Izaya felt his throat go dry.

It was so close, yet so far.

A few seconds passed in which Izaya contemplated the ups and downs of moving to get it and whether it was worth it to exert the energy needed.

In the end the bottle won.

Taking a deep breath he leaned over- thanks to god or whatever force of coincidence was on his side he managed to grasp it from there as it had rolled most of the way on its own.

The cap was unscrewed, Izaya's back hit the wall and his head tilted back as he let the soothing liquid run down his throat. It was as dry as the Sahara. A little was taken and purposely spilled onto a part of the blanket as he brought the now cold instance to his neck.

"... you are funny. Only just got drugged yet you randomly accept a stranger's water," his neighbor commented amused, etching the smallest snort from Izaya's lips.

"If you had wanted to get me good you would have drugged the first bottle." Damn his voice sounded hoarse. As if he had been smoking for years or been to a concert of some sort.

… well considering his previous actions he knew what it stemmed from at least.

"Maybe I was trying to gain your trust?" his neighbor argued, gallantly ignoring Izaya's sorry state. Taking another small sip of the liquid gold Izaya forced himself to slow down. He wanted nothing more but to down the whole thing in one go, but he was wiser than to do as he wished.

He had already returned whatever his stomach still contained, taking in too much liquid at once would probably result in nothing more but him having to head to the toilet again.

"Trust is earned through actions not by words but you have gained my attention," he whispered, slowly continuing to take the smallest sips.

His neighbor snorted amused. "You have an answer for everything don't you?"

"I do. At a given time. In a few moments I might know your name for example," he answered and honestly, this small little banter was a better idea than he had thought. It was distracting at least. Especially considering the only other option to spend his time was to lay there and wait for the nausea and heat to pass.

He didn't even have his phone on him or any other source of distraction. Hell not even a book or a newspaper. Just blank walls all around.

Letting his eyes trail up the tattered walls he noticed a couple of gums had been stuck to the ceiling by the probably equally bored inmates before him.

"The name is Roy," the neighbor suddenly announced and Izaya felt his lips turn into a smile as the guy had voluntarily fulfilled his prophecy. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

Usually Izaya would have been more cautious with a question like that. After all, the amount of people holding a grudge against him far exceeded those that would act in his favor.

But somehow Roy emitted a pretty innocent impression. Despite sitting in a cell at the moment Izaya couldn't quite imagine the guy having committed any serious crimes. If anything he struck him as similar to himself- framed for something he didn't do.

"Orihara Izaya. May have heard the name."

A moment of thoughtful silence followed.

"Not really, you famous or something?"

So he was right. With a shrug that his counterpart couldn't see anyway Izaya let himself slump against the wall. "You are better off not knowing." If Roy had never heard of him then he couldn't have been involved in anything more serious than pickpocketing a drugstore or something alike.

Something that may as well have been a snort resounded from the neighboring cell. "Why do I suddenly feel like I helped a psychopathic murderer?"

Izaya laughed. "Who knows? You might have."

Considering they were sitting inside an actual cell at the police station neither of their motives for ending up here were clear after all.

Having outpointed his rather pointless question Roy hummed. "Right. Kill me last if you can."

A quick follow up already sat at the tip of Izaya's tongue, ready to come to life, but his body wasn't quite up to let him act as he pleased.

As if having dived head first into an endlessly deep and dark pool of seawater Izaya suddenly found a wave of dizziness submerged his head.

A strained sigh left his lips as he quickly closed his eyes. It was bearable, nothing like before when he first left his cell, but it was a sickening feeling.

Sucked deep down into that whirlpool of dark water he felt increasingly more sluggish whilst his body's temperature rose.

In short- he felt awful.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Izaya took a slow, deep breath.

Just pass.

He merely had to wait and the sudden assault was sure to fade.

"Holding up?" Again the neighbor's voice resounded. The amount of concern layered in his words almost made Izaya laugh.

What was up with this guy?

They were strangers. Cellmates at most. Yet he seemed far too concerned for a mere acquaintance.

"Awfully concerned for a stranger aren't you?"

Silence.

Yeah.

It was odd how Roy behaved, and yet it was not as Izaya had already arrived at a cohesive explanation. "Are you one?" Izaya asked, not specifying any context as he just threw the question into the room.

More silence followed along with feigned confusion. "What?"

Izaya felt a smile creep onto his lips as he had received exactly what he thought he would. A confirmation. "I took you for smarter than having to ask."

He was talking about Roy being an incubus. It was something they shouldn't dare to say out aloud as they didn't know whether the security cameras were recording sound as well but the meaning was heavily implied anyway.

A few seconds of hesitation passed until Roy finally found an answer.

"Maybe?"

Good enough.

It made sense. Seeing as the officers had called Izaya a demon a couple of times, it would be weird for an average human that was taught nothing but the fear of incubi to approach Izaya like that.

Lest help.

And even if not for that, the knowledge about the drug and its effect on Izaya had already given away his cover.

"Need a lawyer or something?" Laughter followed his suggestion and Izaya heard the guy shift in his cell. He probably moved closer to the wall he was leaning against or something.

"Are you offering?" he asked with the slightest hint of a snicker.

A shrug that no one could see anyway was given and Izaya hummed. "I'm not the kind of person that likes dragging on debts."

"You would bail me out just for a bottle of water?"

"Maybe?"

Rattling noises of metal hitting metal interrupted their small conversation. Inmates from cells further up the corridor started ranting and before Izaya knew it an officer had stopped at his neighbors cell.

"Appreciated, but I am already out of here." Roy quickly answered, before the policeman raised his voice.

"Inmate 004."

"Present~!" Roy chirped lively and the officer rolled his eyes.

"Very funny. You are free to go."

Roy laughed, and a few cluttered sounds later he moved out of his cell.

"Gracious aren't you?"

The image presenting itself in front of Izaya only proved his knowledge of human nature yet again as he was finally able to look at the person he had merely been talking to through the wall.

Long black hair reaching all the way to his collarbone covered half of Roy's face. He was young, maybe even slightly younger than Izaya had imagined. Tall. A bit too thin to be healthy maybe, but a strong confident glint filled his gray eye as he saluted towards Izaya's cell.

"Until we meet again, Izaya." Not a shred of contempt laid in his voice and Izaya found himself suppressing a smile as he shook his head softly.

Interesting fellow. He would need to look him up once he got out of this cell.

Usually Izaya would have speculated some more, about how he got here, what his life had been looking like so far and much more than that- but his body gladly kept him from doing so as another wave of vertigo crashed into him.

The corridor had fallen silent again, and so had the neighboring cell as there was no one left to talk to.

Izaya was left to nothing but his blurred vision and the suffocating heat that suddenly started acting up again.

He felt off, out of mind.

And the worst of all?

He felt an incredible urge to see Shizuo. To have him tell Izaya again that everything was going to be fine.

Also- his dick.

Glaring at the unwanted fellow Izaya realized he had become rock hard yet again. He couldn't really tell whether this was the aftereffect of the drug or whether he only realized now because he was left alone without further distraction.

Feeling his breath stagger with every inhale he took, Izaya pulled his blanket closer as he let himself thud sideways into the bed.

He had never been more glad that the opposing cell to his room had been empty all along. There were no cameras either.

Only one at the beginning of the corridor, but it reached nowhere near the inside of the cells.

And so Izaya sighed as his hand reached for his dick.

He was too horny.

Mouth muffled in his pillow he finally gave the heated member the friction it was so desperately yearning for and stroked.

Once- twice-

First gentle, then with more fervor.

A slight hint of shame mixed with the undeniable desire and Izaya swallowed as he realized this was not enough.

The heat was still there only slightly dampened by his movement and his thoughts-

Flying back to Shizuo there was nothing else he could think about but his dick. How he shoved it inside his ass, how far it reached, the way Shizuo's hands traversed his skin. The grunts, the heat-

He craved him-

He wanted him here-

To touch him-

Ravage him-

Fuck him-

Hard-

Rough-

Giving up what little resistance he had Izaya reached for his ass and frustration grew as his fingers weren't even close enough to reach the depths Shizuo could.

His eyes were closed, his breathing staggered and his thoughts circled to before.

To his voice. To his touch. To every appointment they spent together.

He wanted him so bad-

His dick, all the way up, abusing him-

Choking softly Izaya muffled a soft moan into the cushion as he came onto the sheets. Hard heaps of breath robbed Izaya of the ability to think for a few moments and he took his time to regain his senses.

The heating sensation had calmed down again and he let his eyes close in a short rest.

And suddenly he was so much more aware of the silence. Of the lack of company. The empty cell next to him.

… it was quite lonely.

An urge to just see Shizuo, even greater than the desire he had felt for intercourse, hit him and he sighed deeply.

Touching his neck, his waist, Izaya imagined the blond was there. Imagined his hands on himself and his assuring whispers at his ear as he wrapped his arms around his body and finally drifted off to sleep.

to be continued~

Well, well, well xD Quite the drug our poor Izaya received there haha This chapter turned out a bit sadder than I intended to tbh haha

But oh well, everything is being laid out and soon things will take a very different turn xDDD

With that being said, sorry I update so little on this story, have been getting sick left and right ever since I took on my new job of watching kids at a private school xD Those gremlins are walking germ-slingshots xD And then there were some family troubles and yeah- let's just say I am glad 2023 is over now xD

I'm on one hell of a winstreak tho as I have been able to write ALL 5 updates this week and plan to continue next Saturday in the same fashion xDDDD Wish me luck hahahah xD