Chapter 15: It's okay
Soft leather pressed against Izaya's knee and he sighed as he let his head thud against the thrumming window glass.
The sun was setting.
Scrapes of torn clouds at the horizon tainted themselves in colors of bloody red and gold. It was a pretty sight overall, but seeing the sun set again after an all nighter induced by Kurokovitch, Izaya felt anything but elated.
Almost an entire day had passed.
The assault at the bar, the bartender's interference and the following negotiations, taking place without oblivion to what had happened, had dragged on far too long for Izaya's tastes. There had been no time to rest or reset and it showed on Izaya's expression which was slowly but surely losing its interest.
The limousine Creston always chose to drive by had been their main location for the last two hours and Izaya felt his knees become limp from the lack of movement.
The baritone sound of these two men conversing about future deals had long faded into a soothing melody of uninteresting gibberish and Izaya's mind trailed back to the previous evening.
No word had been mentioned about the gun. Neither by him nor by the bartender.
It was nothing but sheer luck that had kept both Kurokovitch as well as Creston from noticing and Izaya prayed it would stay that way.
Because he was going to take care of it without anyone needing to know.
But fate didn't seem to be on his side.
Screen lighting up Izaya glanced at his phone.
He was waiting.
For intel. For hints. Anything he could use to track this bastard down.
He didn't know the guy personally and suspected his attempt to shoot him had been a random act of despair.
Problem was he didn't know who it was, and the worst? Due to not being able to mention his assault, the culprit escaped.
The doormen had been left in the dark about his murderous intent just as the rest of the people present and therefore the bastard had merely been thrown out of the club.
When Izaya emerged he had already been long gone.
Izaya frowned.
This was not the result he preferred.
"Well then, it is a pleasure doing business with you."
The limousine had finally stopped at what appeared to be the hotel Kurokovitch was staying at and he offered his hand in a last form of politeness.
A quick nod was given towards the Russian drug lord and Izaya mustered the last smile he was willing to spend that evening before Creston took that hand to shake it in a sign of cooperation.
The same smile lingered on his expression and with the sound of the door falling into its proper hinges, both of them dropped their silly expression.
Curses left Creston's lips as his eyes soured and he pulled at the set of gloves that were keeping his hands safe.
Izaya's smile had dropped too, and his attention faded back to the array of streetlamps rushing past their sight as they finally made their way home.
"Disgusting pig." Creston uttered under his breath and Izaya glanced towards his boss as he pulled out a bottle of disinfectant.
Scattered with cracks, Creston's skin shielding his hands screamed as he used the bottle three times in a row with no care for pain.
Looking at him, Izaya brought his knee up from the seat and rested his chin upon it.
He knew better than to ask about his hands.
"Why did you invite him into your car?" he asked instead and Creston's expression soured.
"Can't afford him going seven feet under before we make the deal," he announced and Izaya blinked.
"That much?"
"You bet."
Heh.
He knew the deal with the Russians was lucrative, but not its exact scale. Creston was at the top of their rows. Not just any drug lord, but the head of their entire branch. Not many knew his face as Izaya was handling most of the distribution and held himself with more pride than appropriate for his position.
Not too few were of the impression that Izaya was in charge due to that.
Which was one of the reasons he was supposed to join Creston on his lucrative dates.
Hungry eyes, previously filled with disgust, suddenly took on a more pleasant note, as Creston looked towards his gorgeous scapegoat.
Izaya didn't need to see to notice the lingering glances traveling up and down his body.
"You look especially good today, any reason?" Creston suddenly asked, and Izaya internally retched at the unwanted compliment.
"I'm always astounding no matter my clothes," he announced with a voice dry enough to serve the announcements inside a bus.
"True." Creston laughed, and with that the limousine finally stopped moving.
Colors of purple had chased away the red and gold and served an alluring background as Izaya finally slipped out of the vehicle's confines.
He was a fan of limousines, really, but being stuck inside one for hours on end was a different matter.
High walls made of glass and marble presented themselves before Izaya as he approached what was probably generally considered a home. And yet the word home seemed entirely wrong.
A place one returned to on a regular basis for sleep.
That was what this place was, and Izaya sighed as he stepped inside the elevator at the end of the generous entrance, leading to the top floor.
"Sir Creston, Sir Orihara." Two men stationed inside the spacious elevator spiked with mirrors were waiting for them and Izaya nodded towards their set of doormen as they pressed the button for the top floor.
The view from the rise was stunning as one half of the elevator was made of glass, allowing you to look at the city as it rose to the sky.
But even that sight became dull after seeing it for the hundredth time.
Luxury was spoken by each and every object placed on the hallways, the doors and the apartment itself as Izaya finally stepped inside the generous living room with a sigh.
This place was a second fort knox. Guarded from the bottom to the very top.
Creston was probably using more money on his safety than he was earning through his deals.
Tiles of heated marble pleasantly touched Izaya's feet as soon as he got rid of his shoes and he sighed in anticipation.
Sleep.
That's what he wanted most in the world right now. At least until their next appointment.
But Creston's wishes didn't seem to align with his own.
"Izaya. Wait."
Flames were licking up the walls of a fireplace settled before the couch.
It served a pleasant sound.
More pleasant than Creston's shitty voice at least.
Stopping in his steps Izaya's expression soured as he turned to face the guy.
He already knew what was to come.
Unbuckling his belt Creston's pants dropped and Izaya gallantly ignored the pubic forest before his eyes and glanced at his phone and the time of day instead.
"Are you sure? The meeting is in an hour," he reminded with a voice made to announce the weather forecast. But Creston couldn't care less about any deals right now.
"Get on your knees," he ordered and closed his palm around his dick. Izaya cringed in disgust at the earthly worm of wrinkled foreskin, but did as he was told.
Knees hit the ground and Izaya glared at the guy as his stance symbolized a nun praying at her altar.
A pleased smirk spread across Creston's face at the sight.
"That's a good expression," he whispered with a heated grunt and Izaya rolled his eyes.
A good two meter distance separated the two, and Izaya knew it was not about to be passed.
Mysophobia.
That's what Creston suffered from and forced him to wear his gloves and disinfect his hands more often than healthy.
But despite his handicap he was a horny bastard, and Izaya his perfect type.
He would never touch him.
As much as Izaya had deduced, his mysophobia stemmed from an awfully exaggerated craving of control. Control over his body, over others, without displaying himself to danger. Be it the danger of germs or danger of guns.
Both seemed equal in his mind.
And that's why Creston's face showed even more delight when Izaya's face scrunched.
The more disgusted Izaya appeared, the better.
Rigid movements jerked Creston's cock up and down in repetitive motions as he strangled his dick with enough force to crush a skull.
His kink was degradation.
Forcing his will upon others by words alone.
"Unbutton your shirt," Creston grunted, and Izaya did.
"Lick your fingers," he ordered and Izaya followed.
Brows arched in annoyance and nothing more but the obvious wish for this to be finally over, and Creston heaved in excitement.
"Look at me."
Because it was the power that Creston was searching for.
And Izaya was the perfect porn material when it came to beauty and showing disgust.
Faster and faster the bastard strangled all life from his cock as Izaya waited for this to pass.
A sudden step forward caused Izaya's body to stiffen for just a second- but no further action was taken as the low guttural sound of Creston's throat accompanied the spurt of semen finally covering the ground.
Milking the rod dry for what it was worth, Creston heaved, very much pleased and without further waste of time pulled his pants back up.
An expression full of delight and satisfaction made up his face as he nodded towards the ground.
"Wipe that up."
As if.
The order was given, but the intention to follow up on it nonexistent.
Turning around Creston steered for the generous bathroom on the right and under a minute he was gone.
Sighing internally, Izaya rose from the ground and nodded towards a bodyguard standing in the corner of the room.
No muscle had twitched at the sight and no word left his lips. He was guarding Creston for ages now, and this sight was not an unusual one.
"You heard him," Izaya called, and the man moved without a shred of complaint.
Quicker than it had appeared the cum was gone from the marbled floor, and the apartment reverted to its initial state.
A soft sigh left Izaya's lips as he rubbed his temples.
It was degrading.
Of course, what else?
But it was okay.
As long as he wasn't touched it was fine.
It really was.
Glancing towards the bodyguard as he moved back towards his corner, Izaya sighed.
Sleep.
That's what he craved now even more than before and so he pulled at the rim of his shirt.
Undressing had been the intention, pulling it off his frame- but a stain of cum, not larger than a needle bead, stuck to the rim and quicker than a hand touching fire the fabric was thrown to the ground.
Eyes narrowed and for a second Izaya's eyes showed pure venom and spite.
But it was okay.
It was okay and would continue to be.
Because anything else was no option.
to be continued~
Sorry this one is a little shorter xD But I felt like it was a good cut hahaha
But! In exchange the next one will be longer by what's missing today C;
Also I know it's not Saturday, but I am not home tomorrow so I thought I will just update early haha I don't think you mind xDD
With that being said see you next Saturday xD