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Mar. 21st, 2010 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: A Game Of Hearts
Author: me
Pairing: Izaya/Kida
Rating: R?
Summary: Kida's in the hospital after (spoiler event), Izaya pays a visit and screws with him.
Warnings: Spoilers. Dub-con. Izaya. Written for Kink meme.
The problem with Izaya is that he's an asshole. No, more than that, the problem with Izaya is that he is an asshole who knows how to read people. The problem with Izaya is that he knows how to read people and he loves to use that knowledge to hurt people.
Because he's an asshole.
That's the problem with Izaya.
Kida knows this. He hasn't always known this. There was a time, a blissful innocent time, when Kida did not know who Orihara Izaya was. There was a time where Kida knew Izaya, but had yet to realize he was an asshole. There was even a time when Kida knew Izaya was an asshole, but had not realized how much Izaya liked to twist the knife.
Now Kida knows better. Now Kida knows Orihara Izaya. No, because he doesn't know Izaya, because really how can you know someone who is so completely and thoroughly twisted and quite possible deranged. No, now Kida knows how much it hurts to be under Izaya's thumb.
Izaya is smiling at him again, that sharp edged shark like hungry smile. The smile he had given Kida years ago, and the smile he had given Kida earlier when making his grand reveal. Kida hates that smile. Kida's fingers twitch and he itches to break Izaya's jaw, to shatter his teeth, to rip Izaya's filthy information selling tongue out…
"What a look, Masaomi-kun." Izaya lets the door to Kida's hospital room close behind him. Kida can hear the beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor get faster the closer Izaya gets to his bed. "You look like you aren't glad to see me."
"Why would I be glad-" Kida cuts himself off and bites down on his bottom lip. His lip splits easily, blood spilling into his mouth and down his chin. It had split in the fight earlier and had only just begun to scab. Still, biting down keeps Kida from talking, focusing on the pain keeps Kida from being stupid. He hates being used by Izaya, hates it more than he hates Izaya himself.
Izaya chuckles.
"Masaomi-kun! To think, I gave you that information on Mikado-kun for free." Izaya grabs Kida's chin with his thumb and forefinger and smears the blood dripping from Kida's lip. "Ah, but then you gave me such spectacular information didn't you. So I suppose it wasn't for free was it."
Kida grinds his teeth together, then jerks his head away from Izaya and back onto the uncomfortable starchy hospital issue pillows. "Did you want something more from me, Izaya-san?"
Because Kida had already given Izaya all he had. He had given Izaya all he was. He had given up being a normal kid before he met Izaya, but Izaya had taken away everything he was after that, and once Kida had started to get it back… Izaya had waited for the opportune moment and shattered Kida's life into pieces.
Not that Kida was delusional enough to think that he was the focus of Izaya's attacks. Kida was only ever a pawn to Izaya.
"What makes you think I want anything?" Izaya smiled sweetly, "I'm here to help you, Masaomi-kun."
He hates Izaya.
He hates Izaya with all the passion he can muster, he hates Izaya with a passion akin to the power of a thousand suns, he simply hates Izaya.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Izaya-san." Kida licks his lips. He's nervous, he's injured, and he's trapped.
Izaya leans over the bed and moves closer to Kida. His face hovers over Kida's and his mouth curves in a small sneaky smile. "But Masaomi-kun, I was going to offer you safe haven. After all you can't face your friends again, not after all that's happened." Izaya pauses, and Kida is sure it is to properly appreciate the look on his face, "Can you?"
Kida's breathing freezes, and he stares up at Izaya, no, he stares past Izaya. He has not thought about that since waking up in the hospital. He has been ignoring the fact that Mikado and Anri… that they both…
"All those lies and secrets," Izaya whispers in Kida's ear like the snake in Eden, "what could you possibly say to them to make it all right?"
Kida closes his eyes, shuts them tight, scrunches his eyelids up and tries to deny what he knows is going to happen.
Izaya knows too. He chuckles huskily in Kida's ear. "Welcome back." Izaya murmurs, then he licks the rim of Kida's ear.
Izaya's hands are on him now, moving over him, and Kida does not push them off. Izaya's tongue moves from his ear down Kida's jawline, and it laves at the blood starting to dry on Kida's chin. There are no more words at this point, no protests Kida could make, and no more seductions Izaya needs to use. They have done this before a long time ago, and Kida knows how the script runs.
He pushes down the itchy hospital blanket and tugs Izaya further onto the bed. The IV in his arm is a painful irritant, but he does not rip it off. A nurse rushing into his room is the last thing Kida wants.
Izaya is heavy, and he lets all of his weight rest on Kida when he straddles the teen. Kida keeps his eyes closed in an attempt to deny what is happening. It is impossible for him to deny the weight of Izaya, or the touch of Izaya's hand, or the sensation of hot, wet breath against his clavicle. But Kida can substitute Izaya's form with another in his head.
It's too bad Izaya is so blatantly Izaya.
"Don't try to deny that it's me doing this to you Masaomi-kun." Kida's hospital garments are easily opened, and Izaya pokes and prods at the bruises and bandages he finds there. Kida twitches but refuses to open his eyes. "I wonder who you would imagine in my place, hmm?" Soft, slim, knowledgeable fingers ply Kida's body; even as one hand causes pain the other strokes a sensitive spot triggering pleasure. "Saki-chan?" Izaya continues on this questioning train of thought before he tweaks one of Kida's nipples. "Or maybe Anri-chan?" Hot breath and a bite this time.
Kida turns his head to the side, his breath coming faster, the little heart machine sounding dangerously close to flat lining if only because of how fast his heart is beating.
No, not the girls, never the girls. Kida fantasizes about faceless women when he takes care of teenage urges. He can't imagine Anri doing to him what Izaya is, and he certainly cannot see Saki doing it. Shy Anri, brittly Saki…
"What about Mikado-kun?" Izaya asks, and rocks his hips against Kida's. It's enough. More than enough. It gets a reaction.
Kida grabs Izaya's hips and glares at him. "Don't you d-" He can see the glimmer in Izaya's eyes, and he knows he's lost.
Again.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya's body presses heavy against him, smothering him, Kida can hardly breathe. "I missed you." Izaya's hips rock against Kida's again, the rough denim of Izaya's black jeans scraping against Kida's sensitive groin. "You're so much fun to play with."
Kida closes his eyes and turns his head to the side. Izaya chuckles against Kida's neck and bites it. The only sound in the room beyond their harsh panting breaths and the gradually slowing beeps of the heart monitor is a quiet, muffled sob.
Author: me
Pairing: Izaya/Kida
Rating: R?
Summary: Kida's in the hospital after (spoiler event), Izaya pays a visit and screws with him.
Warnings: Spoilers. Dub-con. Izaya. Written for Kink meme.
The problem with Izaya is that he's an asshole. No, more than that, the problem with Izaya is that he is an asshole who knows how to read people. The problem with Izaya is that he knows how to read people and he loves to use that knowledge to hurt people.
Because he's an asshole.
That's the problem with Izaya.
Kida knows this. He hasn't always known this. There was a time, a blissful innocent time, when Kida did not know who Orihara Izaya was. There was a time where Kida knew Izaya, but had yet to realize he was an asshole. There was even a time when Kida knew Izaya was an asshole, but had not realized how much Izaya liked to twist the knife.
Now Kida knows better. Now Kida knows Orihara Izaya. No, because he doesn't know Izaya, because really how can you know someone who is so completely and thoroughly twisted and quite possible deranged. No, now Kida knows how much it hurts to be under Izaya's thumb.
Izaya is smiling at him again, that sharp edged shark like hungry smile. The smile he had given Kida years ago, and the smile he had given Kida earlier when making his grand reveal. Kida hates that smile. Kida's fingers twitch and he itches to break Izaya's jaw, to shatter his teeth, to rip Izaya's filthy information selling tongue out…
"What a look, Masaomi-kun." Izaya lets the door to Kida's hospital room close behind him. Kida can hear the beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor get faster the closer Izaya gets to his bed. "You look like you aren't glad to see me."
"Why would I be glad-" Kida cuts himself off and bites down on his bottom lip. His lip splits easily, blood spilling into his mouth and down his chin. It had split in the fight earlier and had only just begun to scab. Still, biting down keeps Kida from talking, focusing on the pain keeps Kida from being stupid. He hates being used by Izaya, hates it more than he hates Izaya himself.
Izaya chuckles.
"Masaomi-kun! To think, I gave you that information on Mikado-kun for free." Izaya grabs Kida's chin with his thumb and forefinger and smears the blood dripping from Kida's lip. "Ah, but then you gave me such spectacular information didn't you. So I suppose it wasn't for free was it."
Kida grinds his teeth together, then jerks his head away from Izaya and back onto the uncomfortable starchy hospital issue pillows. "Did you want something more from me, Izaya-san?"
Because Kida had already given Izaya all he had. He had given Izaya all he was. He had given up being a normal kid before he met Izaya, but Izaya had taken away everything he was after that, and once Kida had started to get it back… Izaya had waited for the opportune moment and shattered Kida's life into pieces.
Not that Kida was delusional enough to think that he was the focus of Izaya's attacks. Kida was only ever a pawn to Izaya.
"What makes you think I want anything?" Izaya smiled sweetly, "I'm here to help you, Masaomi-kun."
He hates Izaya.
He hates Izaya with all the passion he can muster, he hates Izaya with a passion akin to the power of a thousand suns, he simply hates Izaya.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Izaya-san." Kida licks his lips. He's nervous, he's injured, and he's trapped.
Izaya leans over the bed and moves closer to Kida. His face hovers over Kida's and his mouth curves in a small sneaky smile. "But Masaomi-kun, I was going to offer you safe haven. After all you can't face your friends again, not after all that's happened." Izaya pauses, and Kida is sure it is to properly appreciate the look on his face, "Can you?"
Kida's breathing freezes, and he stares up at Izaya, no, he stares past Izaya. He has not thought about that since waking up in the hospital. He has been ignoring the fact that Mikado and Anri… that they both…
"All those lies and secrets," Izaya whispers in Kida's ear like the snake in Eden, "what could you possibly say to them to make it all right?"
Kida closes his eyes, shuts them tight, scrunches his eyelids up and tries to deny what he knows is going to happen.
Izaya knows too. He chuckles huskily in Kida's ear. "Welcome back." Izaya murmurs, then he licks the rim of Kida's ear.
Izaya's hands are on him now, moving over him, and Kida does not push them off. Izaya's tongue moves from his ear down Kida's jawline, and it laves at the blood starting to dry on Kida's chin. There are no more words at this point, no protests Kida could make, and no more seductions Izaya needs to use. They have done this before a long time ago, and Kida knows how the script runs.
He pushes down the itchy hospital blanket and tugs Izaya further onto the bed. The IV in his arm is a painful irritant, but he does not rip it off. A nurse rushing into his room is the last thing Kida wants.
Izaya is heavy, and he lets all of his weight rest on Kida when he straddles the teen. Kida keeps his eyes closed in an attempt to deny what is happening. It is impossible for him to deny the weight of Izaya, or the touch of Izaya's hand, or the sensation of hot, wet breath against his clavicle. But Kida can substitute Izaya's form with another in his head.
It's too bad Izaya is so blatantly Izaya.
"Don't try to deny that it's me doing this to you Masaomi-kun." Kida's hospital garments are easily opened, and Izaya pokes and prods at the bruises and bandages he finds there. Kida twitches but refuses to open his eyes. "I wonder who you would imagine in my place, hmm?" Soft, slim, knowledgeable fingers ply Kida's body; even as one hand causes pain the other strokes a sensitive spot triggering pleasure. "Saki-chan?" Izaya continues on this questioning train of thought before he tweaks one of Kida's nipples. "Or maybe Anri-chan?" Hot breath and a bite this time.
Kida turns his head to the side, his breath coming faster, the little heart machine sounding dangerously close to flat lining if only because of how fast his heart is beating.
No, not the girls, never the girls. Kida fantasizes about faceless women when he takes care of teenage urges. He can't imagine Anri doing to him what Izaya is, and he certainly cannot see Saki doing it. Shy Anri, brittly Saki…
"What about Mikado-kun?" Izaya asks, and rocks his hips against Kida's. It's enough. More than enough. It gets a reaction.
Kida grabs Izaya's hips and glares at him. "Don't you d-" He can see the glimmer in Izaya's eyes, and he knows he's lost.
Again.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya's body presses heavy against him, smothering him, Kida can hardly breathe. "I missed you." Izaya's hips rock against Kida's again, the rough denim of Izaya's black jeans scraping against Kida's sensitive groin. "You're so much fun to play with."
Kida closes his eyes and turns his head to the side. Izaya chuckles against Kida's neck and bites it. The only sound in the room beyond their harsh panting breaths and the gradually slowing beeps of the heart monitor is a quiet, muffled sob.
