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Jun. 5th, 2010 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKida likes to protest, it's one of those things he does. 'I don't like you', 'I don't like that'. Right now Kida's protest is 'it wasn't me'.
Except Kida can't really protest that, tied to Izaya's bed as he is, a red ball gag shining with spit.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya strokes one finger over the handcuffs holding Kida to the headboard. "What were you doing that the police picked you up?" The cuffs are police issue, even; Izaya took them off a policeman once as payment for a small job. Izaya runs his knuckles down Kida's arm until he hits the shoved up bunched edge of Kida's sweatshirt. "Were you looking suspicious?"
Kida grunts around the gag. Izaya smirks, he's sure that Kida is glaring at him but blinded as he is by the yellow scarf around his eyes he can't. Not that it would be terribly effective against Izaya anyway, neither are his hits or kicks.
Speaking of those, Izaya easily grabs Kida's leg and pushes it back down onto the bed.
"Tsk, tsk." Izaya chuckles and kisses Kida's cheek. "It's a good thing I'm friends with the police, KIzida-kun, or you might still be in custody."
Kida jerks again, his body twitching violently against Izaya's. Izaya knows what he's saying again. 'It wasn't me'.
The truth was, it wasn't. Izaya knew it wasn't and so did the police, but Kida had been in the wrong place at the wrong time… and Izaya had helped it along. Of course until Izaya had shown up to 'help' Kida the police had been most aggressive. "It's alright, Kida-kun, I believe you." Izaya unzips Kida's pants and slides them down to tangle around Kida's ankles. "But I expect a little something for my assistance."
Except Kida can't really protest that, tied to Izaya's bed as he is, a red ball gag shining with spit.
"Masaomi-kun," Izaya strokes one finger over the handcuffs holding Kida to the headboard. "What were you doing that the police picked you up?" The cuffs are police issue, even; Izaya took them off a policeman once as payment for a small job. Izaya runs his knuckles down Kida's arm until he hits the shoved up bunched edge of Kida's sweatshirt. "Were you looking suspicious?"
Kida grunts around the gag. Izaya smirks, he's sure that Kida is glaring at him but blinded as he is by the yellow scarf around his eyes he can't. Not that it would be terribly effective against Izaya anyway, neither are his hits or kicks.
Speaking of those, Izaya easily grabs Kida's leg and pushes it back down onto the bed.
"Tsk, tsk." Izaya chuckles and kisses Kida's cheek. "It's a good thing I'm friends with the police, KIzida-kun, or you might still be in custody."
Kida jerks again, his body twitching violently against Izaya's. Izaya knows what he's saying again. 'It wasn't me'.
The truth was, it wasn't. Izaya knew it wasn't and so did the police, but Kida had been in the wrong place at the wrong time… and Izaya had helped it along. Of course until Izaya had shown up to 'help' Kida the police had been most aggressive. "It's alright, Kida-kun, I believe you." Izaya unzips Kida's pants and slides them down to tangle around Kida's ankles. "But I expect a little something for my assistance."
