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kat8chaTitle: What's the 411
Pairing: Izaya/Namie, Izaya/Kida, Namie/Kida, Izaya/Namie/Kida
Rating: R
Warnings: ...het? Izaya being a bastard.
Summary: Otherwise Known As 4 Times Namie or Kida Walked in on Izaya Having Sex, 1 Time Izaya Wasn't Involved, and 1 Time Izaya Walked in on Them
A/N: Kink Meme Fill
1 – Kida supposes that he should have expected it. Or possibly not, because he had not really known anything about Namie and Izaya's relationship before he had started working with Izaya again, and that had not been all that long ago. So Kida maybe should have expected it, but again maybe not. Still, now that Kida saw it going on he realized he should have expected something. Izaya had always had women or not women really since generally they were teenage girls… Anyway, Izaya had never wanted for female companionship. And Kida knew that Namie was staying with Izaya, so he should not have have been surprised.
"Ah ha ah ah…" Namie's back was to him, to the door where he was standing. Her green shirt had been hiked up; it had been pushed up to curl over her breasts exposing them to Izaya. She was still wearing her bra, it was even still hooked. Namie's short red shirt (and what was with those colors?) was hiked up to her hips. Izaya's hands were curled around Nami's butt, and the two rocked back and forth. Over Namie's shoulder Kida met Izaya's eyes.
"Stop smiling like that." Namie said, her voice husky and breathy, her words coming out in between harsh gulps of air. Her hips kept working, and she tossed her head, her hair fluttering over her shoulder and catching the light of the setting sun. "You look like a freak."
"So cruel!" Izaya's voice was strained with an edge of laughter and roughness. "I can't smile during sex?" Izaya's fingers flexed on Nami's ass and raised her up.
"No." Namie's hips slammed down with particular force and Izaya's eyes fluttered closed. Released from Izaya's stare Kida took the chance to step outside of Izaya's office and pull the door closed.
2 – Namie wasn't sure what to make of Orihara Izaya's relationship with Kida Masaomi. He had referred to Kida as 'like a little brother' and also 'the king of pawns'. But more than that Izaya seemed to both care for Kida and enjoy tormenting him. It was a special brand of affection Izaya rarely bestowed on people.
Well, aside from Shizuo, Mikado and of course herself.
But besides that, Izaya rarely bestowed this possessive aggressive tenderness. So she shouldn't have been surprised to find that Izaya had taken his 'relationship' with Kida to new levels of mentor-like; mentor-like in the ways of Ancient Greece, or the Samurais. Namie was sure that there were other cultures where young men were taken by their older, more accomplished teachers, but she did not care to learn about them. Namie herself was hidden behind stacks of books and documents in the little nook Izaya would tuck her away in when he did not want his business associates to know she was there. It was where she had been that first time Kida had walked into the office, and it was where she had been when Kida had walked in earlier.
"Masaomi-kun." Izaya's voice would have been called 'sleazy' by just about anyone else. Namie merely considered it 'Izaya-like'. There were rough pants and the slick slap of skin on skin. Every time there was a moan Namie paused in her work to consider which party had made it. Kida Masaomi's moans were slightly higher than Izaya's, and also needier. He cried out as well, sharp, short noises that faded off pitifully. "Masaomi-kun." Izaya's spoke in a soft, low whisper, and Namie's fingers paused on her laptop keys and she leaned forward to listen. "You can come now."
Kida came with a muffled scream and sob.
3 – At least now Kida was pretty sure that Izaya was doing this on purpose. He should have known what was coming too, and ah ha ha 'coming'. He had heard noises from outside the door, and had paused with his hand on the doorknob, but Izaya had made it very clear that if Kida did not show up something was going to happen to someone that Kida cared about. Izaya could have meant Mikado, or Anri, or Saki, or Kida's parents (who were totally clueless about all this) or… or anyone really. Kida knew and cared for a lot of people, and he could trust Izaya to choose the one person Kida would never have thought to protect.
The lights in the office were off when Kida stepped inside, and he was careful to keep the sounds of his entrance quiet. The only lighting provided was the soft lighting of the stars and streetlamps outside Izaya's wall of windows. Soft pants were coming from the direction of Izaya's desk, but all Kida could see was the back of Izaya's chair. At that point Kida was ready to leave, threats to his loved ones aside, but that was when the lights came on.
"Ah!" Namie's voice followed by the sound of a fist hitting the back of Izaya's chair. "That better not, hnn…"
Kida could now see Namie and Izaya reflected in the office's dark windows. Namie was naked, totally and completely naked, and Kida was suddenly glad that he could only see her back. Breasts made him lose coherency. Namie's body was slim and her dark hair fell down to tickle her shoulder blades. Izaya's hands were curved around Namie's ass, and Kida heard a slick noise and saw the body in the glass move.
Kida's palms began to sweat.
4 – Namie was in the attached bathroom when Kida arrived, her hair covered in suds and her head under the spray. She does not hear Kida come in, or the conversation that happens. Namie takes her time showering. She is a former researcher and knows the importance of being clean. As she scrubs Namie thinks about the marks Izaya has left on her body, hickeys, bite marks, scratches, and bruises. With her hands between her thighs she wonders if Izaya has left the same marks on Kida.
She wraps her body in towels before leaving the bathroom in a waft of steam. Her toes dig into the plush fabric of Izaya's wall-to-wall carpeting.
She passes stacks of information, file folders and books and CDs.
"Masaomi-kun, you should suck harder." Namie pauses just outside of Izaya's office before rolling her eyes and rounding the corner. Izaya is seated in his swivel chair, his head tipped down. Namie supposes Kida Masaomi must be tucked underneath the desk. Izaya lifts his eyes to meet hers, and Namie leans against the wall to watch. Izaya smirks, but then his smirk drops and his head falls back against his chair.
Izaya groans.
Namie has had Izaya groaning under her hands, or her mouth, but it is different watching him have sex with someone else. She does not feel jealous, she knows there is no point and there is really no need. Instead she feels curious.
What are the differences between sex with her and sex with Kida Masaomi?
Izaya's breath starts coming in short pants and he also starts laughing under his breath. It's a sign he's about to come, and she's sure that Kida Masaomi knows it. Namie watches Izaya's arm move, pushing Kida away underneath the desk, before he slumps forward in his chair.
5 – Izaya is not there when Kida walks into the office. He doesn't know this at first, although Kida would say later that the atmosphere in the informant's place felt different, so he lets the door fall closed behind him and approaches the information seller's desk with his usual attitude. "What do you want this time?" Kida questions, his eyes fixed on the back of Izaya's swivel chair. It's turned away from Kida and is facing the windows, but there is no reflection. Kida wonders if this is another one of Izaya's 'booty calls'.
Seriously, if Kida was living with a chick like Namie he wouldn't feel the need to make booty calls. Of course Kida was pretty sure Izaya just did it so Kida would not get uppity.
"It is good that you are prompt, Masaomi-kun."
It does not take Kida much time at all to figure out that it is not Izaya speaking to him. For one thing the voice is female, for another the swivel chair swings around halfway through Namie's sentence. Namie is seated in the middle of Izaya's chair. She is slightly taller than Izaya or maybe she just sits straighter. Her shoulders are slimmer…
And Izaya's breasts are a lot more muscular.
"We have half an hour before Izaya returns." Namie stands up and Kida's eyes drop from her bare breasts to the dark triangle of curls that disappear between her legs. "Let's get started." Kida's eyes fly to her face.
"You're serious." Her face is set, her eyes clear and cold. Kida can't help but feel nervous when faced with such a deadpan expression. Namie nods and then places a hand on Izaya's clean desk and lifts herself up onto it. She sits her bare ass on the bare wood and spreads her legs.
6 – Izaya is not used to coming back to the space he rents to the sweet sounds of sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, the squishing noises of a cock driving into a wet and dripping pussy, the gasps and groans of two obviously excited individuals. Izaya can safely say that this is definitely the first time that such an event has occurred. If someone is having sex in his office/apartment complex it is generally him. Still Izaya is amused that someone besides him has decided to enjoy the rather cushy apartment.
Humanity was so entertaining.
Izaya closes the door quietly behind himself and does not bother to turn on the lights. He is running a little late and it is past dark now, he hopes Namie won't mind. Of course if Namie is one of those grunting noises… well she found someone to entertain herself with while he was away. Which is entertaining as Izaya never thought that Namie was the slutty type. She was in love with her brother, and she had submitted to Izaya's desires, but who else would she sleep with?
"Ah ha… ha… Namie-san…" A familiar, pain filled, gasping moaning voice comes from the two dark figures entangled on top of Izaya's desk. Izaya feels a knife-edged smirk begin to quirk his lips.
Kida Masaomi and Yagiri Namie having sex? This he had to see.
"He's here," Namie pants, and Izaya figures he might as well turn the lights on if there is no point in hiding. He turns the lights on dim so he can adjust fast.
Plus, harsh lighting ruins the artistic plains of a human's body.
Kida and Namie are tangled up on the desk, Kida on bottom while Namie straddles his waist. There are bite marks, and some scratches, Namie's hair is tangled around Kida's fingers, and Kida's upper-arms are starting to bruise. Izaya's smirk cut across his face and he cuts across the room to flop into his computer chair. Kida and Namie's eyes (brown and gold respectively) track him the entire way.
"This should be fun." Izaya waves a hand at the two. "Please continue."
After all they had walked in on him having sex with one of them often enough, Izaya should get to watch the two of them get it on as well.
Namie looks away from Izaya and bends down to kiss Kida with savage intensity.
Pairing: Izaya/Namie, Izaya/Kida, Namie/Kida, Izaya/Namie/Kida
Rating: R
Warnings: ...het? Izaya being a bastard.
Summary: Otherwise Known As 4 Times Namie or Kida Walked in on Izaya Having Sex, 1 Time Izaya Wasn't Involved, and 1 Time Izaya Walked in on Them
A/N: Kink Meme Fill
1 – Kida supposes that he should have expected it. Or possibly not, because he had not really known anything about Namie and Izaya's relationship before he had started working with Izaya again, and that had not been all that long ago. So Kida maybe should have expected it, but again maybe not. Still, now that Kida saw it going on he realized he should have expected something. Izaya had always had women or not women really since generally they were teenage girls… Anyway, Izaya had never wanted for female companionship. And Kida knew that Namie was staying with Izaya, so he should not have have been surprised.
"Ah ha ah ah…" Namie's back was to him, to the door where he was standing. Her green shirt had been hiked up; it had been pushed up to curl over her breasts exposing them to Izaya. She was still wearing her bra, it was even still hooked. Namie's short red shirt (and what was with those colors?) was hiked up to her hips. Izaya's hands were curled around Nami's butt, and the two rocked back and forth. Over Namie's shoulder Kida met Izaya's eyes.
"Stop smiling like that." Namie said, her voice husky and breathy, her words coming out in between harsh gulps of air. Her hips kept working, and she tossed her head, her hair fluttering over her shoulder and catching the light of the setting sun. "You look like a freak."
"So cruel!" Izaya's voice was strained with an edge of laughter and roughness. "I can't smile during sex?" Izaya's fingers flexed on Nami's ass and raised her up.
"No." Namie's hips slammed down with particular force and Izaya's eyes fluttered closed. Released from Izaya's stare Kida took the chance to step outside of Izaya's office and pull the door closed.
2 – Namie wasn't sure what to make of Orihara Izaya's relationship with Kida Masaomi. He had referred to Kida as 'like a little brother' and also 'the king of pawns'. But more than that Izaya seemed to both care for Kida and enjoy tormenting him. It was a special brand of affection Izaya rarely bestowed on people.
Well, aside from Shizuo, Mikado and of course herself.
But besides that, Izaya rarely bestowed this possessive aggressive tenderness. So she shouldn't have been surprised to find that Izaya had taken his 'relationship' with Kida to new levels of mentor-like; mentor-like in the ways of Ancient Greece, or the Samurais. Namie was sure that there were other cultures where young men were taken by their older, more accomplished teachers, but she did not care to learn about them. Namie herself was hidden behind stacks of books and documents in the little nook Izaya would tuck her away in when he did not want his business associates to know she was there. It was where she had been that first time Kida had walked into the office, and it was where she had been when Kida had walked in earlier.
"Masaomi-kun." Izaya's voice would have been called 'sleazy' by just about anyone else. Namie merely considered it 'Izaya-like'. There were rough pants and the slick slap of skin on skin. Every time there was a moan Namie paused in her work to consider which party had made it. Kida Masaomi's moans were slightly higher than Izaya's, and also needier. He cried out as well, sharp, short noises that faded off pitifully. "Masaomi-kun." Izaya's spoke in a soft, low whisper, and Namie's fingers paused on her laptop keys and she leaned forward to listen. "You can come now."
Kida came with a muffled scream and sob.
3 – At least now Kida was pretty sure that Izaya was doing this on purpose. He should have known what was coming too, and ah ha ha 'coming'. He had heard noises from outside the door, and had paused with his hand on the doorknob, but Izaya had made it very clear that if Kida did not show up something was going to happen to someone that Kida cared about. Izaya could have meant Mikado, or Anri, or Saki, or Kida's parents (who were totally clueless about all this) or… or anyone really. Kida knew and cared for a lot of people, and he could trust Izaya to choose the one person Kida would never have thought to protect.
The lights in the office were off when Kida stepped inside, and he was careful to keep the sounds of his entrance quiet. The only lighting provided was the soft lighting of the stars and streetlamps outside Izaya's wall of windows. Soft pants were coming from the direction of Izaya's desk, but all Kida could see was the back of Izaya's chair. At that point Kida was ready to leave, threats to his loved ones aside, but that was when the lights came on.
"Ah!" Namie's voice followed by the sound of a fist hitting the back of Izaya's chair. "That better not, hnn…"
Kida could now see Namie and Izaya reflected in the office's dark windows. Namie was naked, totally and completely naked, and Kida was suddenly glad that he could only see her back. Breasts made him lose coherency. Namie's body was slim and her dark hair fell down to tickle her shoulder blades. Izaya's hands were curved around Namie's ass, and Kida heard a slick noise and saw the body in the glass move.
Kida's palms began to sweat.
4 – Namie was in the attached bathroom when Kida arrived, her hair covered in suds and her head under the spray. She does not hear Kida come in, or the conversation that happens. Namie takes her time showering. She is a former researcher and knows the importance of being clean. As she scrubs Namie thinks about the marks Izaya has left on her body, hickeys, bite marks, scratches, and bruises. With her hands between her thighs she wonders if Izaya has left the same marks on Kida.
She wraps her body in towels before leaving the bathroom in a waft of steam. Her toes dig into the plush fabric of Izaya's wall-to-wall carpeting.
She passes stacks of information, file folders and books and CDs.
"Masaomi-kun, you should suck harder." Namie pauses just outside of Izaya's office before rolling her eyes and rounding the corner. Izaya is seated in his swivel chair, his head tipped down. Namie supposes Kida Masaomi must be tucked underneath the desk. Izaya lifts his eyes to meet hers, and Namie leans against the wall to watch. Izaya smirks, but then his smirk drops and his head falls back against his chair.
Izaya groans.
Namie has had Izaya groaning under her hands, or her mouth, but it is different watching him have sex with someone else. She does not feel jealous, she knows there is no point and there is really no need. Instead she feels curious.
What are the differences between sex with her and sex with Kida Masaomi?
Izaya's breath starts coming in short pants and he also starts laughing under his breath. It's a sign he's about to come, and she's sure that Kida Masaomi knows it. Namie watches Izaya's arm move, pushing Kida away underneath the desk, before he slumps forward in his chair.
5 – Izaya is not there when Kida walks into the office. He doesn't know this at first, although Kida would say later that the atmosphere in the informant's place felt different, so he lets the door fall closed behind him and approaches the information seller's desk with his usual attitude. "What do you want this time?" Kida questions, his eyes fixed on the back of Izaya's swivel chair. It's turned away from Kida and is facing the windows, but there is no reflection. Kida wonders if this is another one of Izaya's 'booty calls'.
Seriously, if Kida was living with a chick like Namie he wouldn't feel the need to make booty calls. Of course Kida was pretty sure Izaya just did it so Kida would not get uppity.
"It is good that you are prompt, Masaomi-kun."
It does not take Kida much time at all to figure out that it is not Izaya speaking to him. For one thing the voice is female, for another the swivel chair swings around halfway through Namie's sentence. Namie is seated in the middle of Izaya's chair. She is slightly taller than Izaya or maybe she just sits straighter. Her shoulders are slimmer…
And Izaya's breasts are a lot more muscular.
"We have half an hour before Izaya returns." Namie stands up and Kida's eyes drop from her bare breasts to the dark triangle of curls that disappear between her legs. "Let's get started." Kida's eyes fly to her face.
"You're serious." Her face is set, her eyes clear and cold. Kida can't help but feel nervous when faced with such a deadpan expression. Namie nods and then places a hand on Izaya's clean desk and lifts herself up onto it. She sits her bare ass on the bare wood and spreads her legs.
6 – Izaya is not used to coming back to the space he rents to the sweet sounds of sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, the squishing noises of a cock driving into a wet and dripping pussy, the gasps and groans of two obviously excited individuals. Izaya can safely say that this is definitely the first time that such an event has occurred. If someone is having sex in his office/apartment complex it is generally him. Still Izaya is amused that someone besides him has decided to enjoy the rather cushy apartment.
Humanity was so entertaining.
Izaya closes the door quietly behind himself and does not bother to turn on the lights. He is running a little late and it is past dark now, he hopes Namie won't mind. Of course if Namie is one of those grunting noises… well she found someone to entertain herself with while he was away. Which is entertaining as Izaya never thought that Namie was the slutty type. She was in love with her brother, and she had submitted to Izaya's desires, but who else would she sleep with?
"Ah ha… ha… Namie-san…" A familiar, pain filled, gasping moaning voice comes from the two dark figures entangled on top of Izaya's desk. Izaya feels a knife-edged smirk begin to quirk his lips.
Kida Masaomi and Yagiri Namie having sex? This he had to see.
"He's here," Namie pants, and Izaya figures he might as well turn the lights on if there is no point in hiding. He turns the lights on dim so he can adjust fast.
Plus, harsh lighting ruins the artistic plains of a human's body.
Kida and Namie are tangled up on the desk, Kida on bottom while Namie straddles his waist. There are bite marks, and some scratches, Namie's hair is tangled around Kida's fingers, and Kida's upper-arms are starting to bruise. Izaya's smirk cut across his face and he cuts across the room to flop into his computer chair. Kida and Namie's eyes (brown and gold respectively) track him the entire way.
"This should be fun." Izaya waves a hand at the two. "Please continue."
After all they had walked in on him having sex with one of them often enough, Izaya should get to watch the two of them get it on as well.
Namie looks away from Izaya and bends down to kiss Kida with savage intensity.
