I'll Call You When The Dust Settles

Friends Of Hate

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Izaya awakes to a place he has never seen before. He is still very much out of it but he gets the strong sense that he needed to run away. He was lying on his back not wearing much else then the now blood soaked shirt that he "borrowed" from Shizuo.

The room he was staying in was a grayish room. The paint that once covered the walls, it looked like blue paint at one time, has long sense clipped away leaving a gray blue clipped background.

There was a camera facing him in the corner of the room facing toward his legs. There was not much else in the room other then a bed and what appeared to be a tray on a metal table that was right next to him that doctors use to put all of their tools on.

He looks around the room through his blurry eyes to find that he is being watched. Looking to his left Izaya makes eye contact with someone sitting right next to his bed.

Startled, he automatically jumps at the sight though he could hardy move seeing as he was tied down to the bed with something that was holding his arms down.

The man was bald with a pink thick scar going across his face. Right between his eyes in a diagonal fashion. He also lacked eyebrows. He had tattoos on his head that Izaya couldn't really see that well.

He had a gray shirt on and army jacket with the sleeves cut off. He was also wearing army pants. His ice cold eyes stared at Izaya sending shivers up his spine as he thinks about the warmer ones of Shizuo.

"Oh. So the little informant is awake huh?", said the man as he smirks at Izaya. He continues, "Walking around with nothing on but your boyfriend's shirt ehh?" His head is resting in his right hand as his arms rests on his legs. The man says, "Ya were asking for it ya know that, right?" Izaya smiles. "And how are you so sure this is not my shirt?", Izaya says teasingly.

"It's to big on ya." "Coming from a man who doesn't seem to be to keen on fashion himself." The man frowns down at Izaya then smiles again. "I wouldn't get to smart if I were ya. Do ya know where this is?" Izaya takes a moment to look around the room once more. He answers, "This is the place you hold all the people you kidnap and sell into the sex industry. Am I right? I am aren't I?", Izaya has a big cocky grin on his face.

This only manages to piss off the man even more. He raises Izaya's shirt as Izaya looks on in fear. He didn't let it show on his face as he would not want to show any sign of weakness. "My, ya got hurt pretty badly huh?" Izaya doesn't answer. "What's the matter doll? Huh?! Have nothing else to say? Ya were so lively earlier. What happened?" The man begins to laugh. Izaya was still silent.

The man begins to rub on Izaya's body gently. Izaya shuts his eyes tight as the man felt his chest near the wound. "Ya like that don't ya? Ya definitely did this before. Ya little slut." "This is just another form of violence! This is just another form of violence!", Izaya repeats to himself in his head. He begins to touch Izaya's wound that was on his chest and started to rub it with his large hand. "Ah!", cries out Izaya as he could no longer hold in his voice.

"Well look at that. Felt good right? I'll do even more to make ya feel amazing!" The man reaches over Izaya for a glass bottle that was laying on the metal table next to him. He opens the bottle and tries to pour the contents that were inside into Izaya's mouth. Izaya turns away as some of the purple mixture spills onto his face.

"YA FUCKING...!", the man yells as he jerks Izaya's head to look at him. He was shocked to find Izaya with that big cocky grin on his face again. "What's the matter?~", Izaya teased, "don't want to hurt the cargo?~" The man turns red with rage. "NO! BUT I CAN STILL BREAK YA!" And with that he rips opens Izaya's shirt with both hands.

The man pours the liquid onto his own hand. He grabs Izaya's leg and said, "Don't worry love, you're going to have so much fun." "NO!! STOP!! AH!", Izaya cried as the man plunged into his small hole. "Haha! See?! You're already reacting!", said the man as he plunged his fingers in and out of the wet space.

"Nughh! Yah! Ah!❤ No!❤ Stop!❤" Izaya's body started to feel hot. His mind started to become fuzzy once more. He was in pain but he also felt so much pleasure. "Fuck body! Why do you have to be so honest?!", cried Izaya in his mind. Just then an image of his dear monster flashed into his head.

He remembered the time they spent together. He remembered how gentle he was to his body. Sharp pain shot through Izaya's small body. "AHH!" He flinches as the man removes his fingers from Izaya. "Ya should be feeling it in no time.", said the man now licking his lips. Izaya smirked once more. "Hehe! Ahahahahaha!! So what now huh? Playing around with your product to see if it fairs well? Such a one dimensional creature. Ahahaha!"

The man grabs Izaya around his neck as the door flies open. "You idiot", a voice said, "he's trying to make you hurt him. Don't fall for such an obvious trick." "The man grabbing Izaya lets go. "I-I apologize sir!" "It's fine. Leave! I will deal with him." "Yes sir!" The man leaves the room in a rushed manner.

Izaya stares at the man that was standing before him. He has a long white lab coat on that reached pass his knees. His hair was long and gray and he had a scar that looked like an "X" on his face going in a diagonal. Izaya knew that he was in deep trouble with this guy. Unlike the other guy that was easy to manipulate this guy seemed serious and not so easy to control.

Izaya speaks. "So, was the other guy not doing his job well or are you just eager to see me?", asked Izaya. He knew he couldn't be so cocky with this one. "It is whatever reason you want to come up with Mr. Informant.", the doctor says as he reaches over Izaya to the metal table next to him.

He pulls out a sharp metal scalpel and places it against Izaya's skin. Izaya flinches. "AH!~❤" "I can see that the medicine is working.", the doctor says as he teases Izaya's pink soft nipples with the tool. "AH!! Ahn!~❤ Haa...ah!~❤", Izaya moaned as his cock starts to rise. "Shit! This isn't good! I have to get out!", thought Izaya.

The doctor begins to cut into Izaya. Just under his left nipple. Izaya's eyes widen as he clenches the bed sheets and begins to cry out in pain and pleasure. "ANNHHHH!!~❤❤", Izaya cries before cumming on himself. His body trembling as he moans seductively.

The doctor stops and places his hands over Izaya's wounds. "OWW!!~❤" The man leans over Izaya and says, "You are not used to being loved on are you Mr. Informant? Don't worry, we will love you plenty." Izaya stares up at the doctor in silence.

To be continued.........