Can't...move...
Izaya laid there silently, clutching his sides. With every touch, he felt like he would climax. The dark-haired man panted slightly with flushed cheeks. He couldn't fight against drugs.
After a while, the vehicle stopped as the same brawly man took him out.
Izaya squinted, it was an old hangout place of some sort.
He was thrown on the floor roughly as he heard a guy say,
"Wait, isn't this a dude?''
"The boss wanted this, you know.''
"Damn, that's so disgusting.''
"Shut up, he hears you and you're dead.''
"But we're supposed to film it, aren't we?!''
"You'll probably get hard anyway, scumbag.''
"Shut up, this is work!''
Izaya looked up at the men surounding him. One held a camera as well.
Shit...it's fake, right...don't tell me this is happening...''
"I've brought him!''
A lady with an always moving chest was with a man who dragged a blonde.
"Hey, wait, we were supposed to get foreigners, not an American!''
"Don't worry, he's a foreigner. He can't speak English, and he's drunk.''
Izaya thought tiredly that it matched Shizuo's personality. A blonde who got drunk and lost his temper easily.
"Huh...wait a minute...?''
Izaya spoke quietly as he saw the blonde's face. He was beaten up badly, but it was, without a doubt, Shizu-chan.
"Shizu-chan! Shizu-chan! Hey, wake up!''
Izaya attempted to call his name once more when someone stuffed his mouth with a handkerchief.
"That's more like it, you noisy little runt.''
"Haha, you're so mean.''
Another grabbed Izaya by his hair and spit on him.
Fuck you.
Izaya glared as his red eyes seemed to glow in hatred.
"Ooh, scary! Ok, let's hurry up before this one here starts cryin' for his momma.''
"Okay, let's go. Lizzy, the guy you brought knows what to do?''
The one with a huge chest, supposedly Lizzy, shook her head.
"He's drunk and passed out.''
"Tch. Pour water on him 'till he wakes up.''
It took quite a while, and Izaya sat there with his body on fire until Shizuo woke up.
Lizzy said a few things toward him and pushed him onto Izaya.
Their faces met and Shizuo, who was half conscious, said,
"Izaya...? You're letting me fuck you now?''
"Mmmnnff!''
The cloth was still stuffed in his mouth as Shizuo licked Izaya's face.
"Great, get the camera's rolling! I want to get this done as quick as possible.''
Shizuo continued with a dazed expression as he started sucking Izaya's cock.
With his voice muffled by the handkerchief, Shizuo used his mouth to pull it out.
Izaya gasped for air in return and his moans echoed throughout the empty and abandoned place.
"Shit, this pair's totally in sync.''
"Be quiet, dumbass!''
"Izaya...Izaya...''
Shizuo continued playing with his partner's ass.
"Shizu-chan...don't do it...''
But he didn't seem to hear anything he was saying.
All of a sudden, as he was about to enter, Shizuo's eyes widened as he looked at Izaya and their position.
"Huh? Why'd he stop?''
"Hey, go check it out.''
Knowing what would happen, Izaya plunged in for a kiss. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the people there hurried back to their cameras.
Phew...
Shizuo looked at him shocked.
"Shizu-chan, they don't know Japanese, so here's the plan.''
He listened obediently and nodded. Shizuo drew out the foreplay time, until one said,
"Hey, someone tell him to shove it in already!''
"Like we can do that, asshole!''
With a quick flash, Shizuo raced to the camera and used it as a weapon to smash everyone.
"What the-''
"Ahhhhh-''
"Shit, someone-''
Within minutes, they were all severely injured and passed out. Izaya sat there trembling as Shizuo came over and whispered,
"Sorry.''
"Heh...never thought I'd see you like this, Shizu-chan...''
"No, really, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been stupid, we wouldn't be here...''
"Yeah...you idiot.''
Izaya said this fondly as they mutually kissed.
"Shizu-chan...the drug's effect...it's still there...''
"Huh? Oh, ah, uh...''
"Do me at home, Shizu-chan~''
Izaya's singsong tone made Shizuo race back home to spend action time with his flea.
