Izaya looked around cautiously. He was on his way home, and he didn't feel like getting beat up again.
Taking a different route this time, the black-haired man stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Izaya did feel a presence behind him every now and then, and soon enough, a man placed his hand on his shoulder.
Positioning himself so that they were face to face, Izaya smirked and wryly said,
"Hello. I've been expecting you, the one behind those half-assed attempts.''
The other man had brown hair, and he looked down on Izaya, height-wise.
"Come with me for a little while. You certainly don't seem afraid, after all.''
He spoke Japanese...
Both men eyed each other carefully as Izaya shrugged and started following him.
He was led to a rather desolate alley that looked like it was the perfect place for all sorts of crime, especially rape or murder.
Without warning, his arms were twisted so that he couldn't move them, and that let Izaya know this guy had other people with him.
A few more men had come up behind him as he silently let them tie him up.
Afterwards, he spoke.
"So, what do you want from me?''
The other man scoffed.
"That doesn't matter. I'm just here to kill you.''
"Hey, hey, I can't be killed without knowing why.''
"And the reason for that is?''
"That I might not resist if it's a legit reason.''
"...you...you're the man who rejected Nicole. That's why you're here.''
Izaya's eyes lowered and he answered back loudly.
"Really? Oh, shit. That woman is just a huge bother in every way.''
He should've thought his words over, since the brown-haired man very evidently didn't like it. In no time, a punch came slamming him in the stomach.
"You fucking son of a bitch. I even tried to get you fired!''
Izaya coughed, trying to block the pain from the punch.
"So you're the one that changed the document, huh? You're the low bastard. Don't interfere with someone's profession.''
He seemed flustered from this remark, but instead quickly spat out,
"It doesn't matter. What did she even see in you?''
"Ha. Obviously something you don't have. Who are you to her, then?''
"...just a friend to her.''
"Well then, I'm not worth killing just for a friend.''
The man held a blade and gripped it tightly while gritting his teeth.
"I still can't let you off.''
He took the knife and sliced it across
Izaya's shirt.
"It won't be your clothing next.''
Another guy working for him aruptly pulled his shirt down all the way to cover his pants. Or rather, what was underneath.
"Uh...er...Boss...''
"Huh? What's that? You need to take a piss or something?''
"Err, I...could I........fuck this guy..... before you kill him?''
Izaya's eyes widened and immediately went to glaring.
Another bastard trying to rape me? Do I give out some kind of aura that makes people target me?
"Woah...you swing that way, Ryou?''
So his whole entire band of guys here are all Japanese?
Ryou nodded slowly.
His boss looked over to Izaya and then shrugged.
"Go. Have fun.''
They looked at each other warily.
This time, Izaya tried to find an escape and realized the ropes were rather loose.
Hah...as expected of these newbies...they've probably done none of this before. This guy chose the wrong man.
As he focused on untying them silently, Ryou came towards him and kneeled down next to him. He then unzipped his pants and nudged his length against Izaya's mouth.
This fucking bastard...shit, I am not going to do this.
Ryou then pinched Izaya's nose, forcing him to open his mouth and gasp for air. At that moment, he shoved his cock in and let go of his nose.
Fuck it. This is disgusting. The ropes are almost done anyway.
Ryou thrusted his hips in a repetitive motion, in and out of his mouth.
"Aah...ha...about to....cum...''
The other men were staring awkwardly or turning away.
Izaya felt the liquid fill his whole mouth. It reeked so badly, and his eyes felt like they were burning.
He quickly spat it out, coughing.
The ropes were completely loosened, and he got ready to escape.
