Did I Say You Could Speak?

1: In the center of the city...

This is fic rated mature for sexual content. (BDSM, Sado-Masochism in particular, and other various sex-related things) Read at your own risk. Could and might be very kinky & fetish oriented throughout the entire thing.

In the center of the city, there is a building. A building owned by one person. It's an apartment complex, filled with rooms to satisfy every person's inner dreams. Dreams? No, more like their inner desires. Izaya Orihara, infamous for his information selling and human loving, created this building all for his own amusement. He is the devil in disguise. But, it's not so much of a disguise at all. 

"You know," Izaya began, in an interview one day, "there are three things I've found common to all humans. The first, being love. Humans do things because they 'love' it. Now, I'm not sure I understand the word myself, but it seems to provide the perfect excuse to cause mischief. If you do it for 'love' then you get the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card." Izaya shrugged, before continuing, "The second, is war. Humans love fighting. Don't you think? They can't get enough of it. The third," Izaya's eyes lit up with amusement, "is by far my favorite. It's sex. There is something about having sex-craved desires that humans enjoy." 

Perhaps it was this explanation, in this interview, taken so long ago, that Izaya decided to create the building of desires. A building with many floors to cater to all kinds. It's secretive. The guy himself who holds all the information in the city made sure of this. People can come and go as they please, without having to worry about their secret sexual desires making the cover page of the newspaper. There was one such person that Izaya is extra certain on protecting. The thrill of blackmail, or potential blackmail, is something this man can't get enough of. 

"Shi~zu~Chan," Izaya crossed his legs and sat on this throne. Lavish cushions and a crown on his head. This was all a part of the play of today. He wore a red cape, only the best for royalty, but his outfit was anything but what a king would wear. Thigh high boots, three-inch heels, leather. Garter belts. Corset. Anything remotely close to something a dominatrix would have, he wore. 

"Lick my boot," Izaya uncrossed his legs and outstretched one, moving it just close enough to Shizuo's face. It was impossible for him to actually reach the shoe. Why? Because he was currently tied up with ropes binding him in every which direction. Yes, this man, with superhuman strength, wouldn't dare use his strength here. Why? Well, it's a bit of a secret, but he is actually a masochist. Which fits right into the uppity god complex of his 'rival' Izaya Orihara. These men are supposed to hate each other, but the only person Shizuo can confide in is the man he hates the most. Is it really hatred? Or just a suppressed confusion of his true lust? That's the question Izaya has been trying to answer over the last few...well...years.

Shizuo, the superhuman, currently had a slight redness to his face. He stretched his neck as far as it could go but was unable to reach. His tongue wasn't that long. "Hm? I thought I told you to lick it? Do I need to repeat myself?" Izaya glared down at the male. He stood up, using his other foot to crush Shizuo's head beneath him. "What's the matter, Shizu-Chan? Can't you listen to orders? Damn brute, lick my boot you insignificant scumbag." The bitter taste of defeat did only one thing for Shizuo: turn him on. But, there was a knock on the door and his boner would have to wait. 

"Enter," Izaya demanded. The door opened, shedding light into the dimly lit room. A male, with neko ears, shook with fear. He wore a white button-up shirt, black suspenders, and had silvery hair. A little tail attached to his belt.

"Boss, there is a bit of a situation. Masaomi Kida is requesting to speak with yo-"

"Silence," Izaya tore off his crown, cape, but left everything else. "Escort him to the lobby. Tell him I will be there soon." The male nodded and closed the door. Izaya threw on some pants over his boots and grabbed his jacket, zipping it up, to cover the corset. "This should be interesting," he smirked. "I've got one blonde here," Izaya stepped on Shizuo's hand, "and another one requesting to see me. What do you think, Shizu-Chan? Does he want to play?"

"Iza-Sama, are you throwing me away?" Shizuo's voice soft, maybe laced with a hint of fear. He knew Izaya had a thing for blondes. Was he going to move onto the next blonde now? Masomi Kida held a similar hatred for Izaya that Shizuo did. It would be an easy replacement. He didn't want that. He didn't want that at all. 

"Now, now, Shizu-Chan," Izaya knelt down and lifted Shizuo's head. "Why would I throw out my favorite little monster? It's just a chat, dearest, nothing more..." 

"Iza-Sama," Shizuo still felt a twinge of fear. He didn't want to be replaced! 

"Daddy has to go now," Izaya patted Shizuo's head. "I'll see you soon, okay? Be a good boy while I'm gone," he smiled, standing up and walking out the door. He smirked down at Shizuo as the door slowly closed. He waved. Masaomi had no idea what would be coming. How thrilling. He couldn't wait.