Did I Say You Could Speak?

4: Masaomi looked into his cup...

Masaomi looked into his cup of coffee. He was in a nice little cafe trying to purify his thoughts from whatever it was that had happened a few nights before. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't close his eyes. There were heavy bags under them. Each time he did he'd see the face of Izaya staring. He'd get such a terrible boner that he had no choice but to jack off in his bathroom. It was becoming a problem. No matter how much he tried to resist it. No matter how many pretty girls he tried to talk to, to get his mind off of things, nothing worked. All boners were caused by Izaya Orihara and no one else. It didn't make an ounce of sense.

However, he was in no way going back to Etnavs to get things sorted out. He'd rather die than to see that disgusting man's face again. "Hm? So you want to die?" speak of the devil. The man himself in the fur-trimmed coat sat with his head resting on his hand. He smiled as he looked into Masaomi's eyes.

"What the hell?!" Masaomi jumped out of his skin. He threw himself back into the chair and nearly dropped his coffee.

"How rude," Izaya puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms. He leaned back in the chair and sighed. "After I came all of this way just to check up on you. How have you been?"

"Terrible," Masaomi growled, repositioning himself in his chair. He stared down at the coffee once again.

"I can see that. You look like you haven't slept in days. Something troubling you?" Izaya smirked. "Or someone?"

"O-Orihara-San," Masaomi tried to remain calm. He continued to look into the coffee, as if that would help him. He was already so weak to suggestion. Izaya's voice reminded him of that day. He could feel the beginnings of a boner coming on.

"The one and only, is there something I can do for you?" Izaya leaned in over the table. He reached his hand underneath it and rubbed Masaomi's inner thigh.

"Pwease..." Masaomi flinched when Izaya groped his dick. The surprise had made him mess up his words. How mortifying!

"Please what? Kida-Kun, you have to voice your requests properly. I can't read your mind," he smiled. Masaomi clenched his teeth. He wanted nothing to do with him! Nothing! He hated this man!

"Take me to Etnavs," Masaomi begged. That's not what he wanted to say but those were the words that escaped. Izaya's smile never wavered.

Izaya stood up and placed his hands in his pockets. He shrugged. "You know the way your self, quite well actually, don't think I haven't seen you hovering outside the door. Kida-Kun you're so adorable," Izaya chuckled. "I'm not going to force you against your will like you think. I didn't force you the last time either. I have you a choice, Kida-Kun. You were the one that decided to play the game. You will be the one to choose to return."

"Why did you even come here?!" Masaomi slammed his hands on the table and stood up. Rage consumed. He was angry at himself for wanting to return. He was angry with Izaya for doing this to him.

Izaya grabbed Masaomi by the chin, bringing his face closer to his own, "You were the one that called, Ma~sa~Chan." The simple change in a name caused Masaomi's knees to give out and him to collapse onto the floor. He wanted to be forced into submission. He hated this part of himself. That's why he'd forced himself to forget that, yes, he was the one that called Izaya.

The raven-head left after that. His business there was done. He walked down the street with a hop in his step, avoiding vending machines being thrown at him as usual. The only use of defense being his pocket knife. Oh, how delightful would it be if he told the world that everyone was under his thumb? But the secret would have to remain a secret for now. Playing with toys in Etnavs was his favorite hobby.

Masaomi sat on the floor for a while, ignoring the people asking if he was okay. He clenched his fists and slammed them on the ground. Why? Why was that place calling him so much? Damnit! He shouldn't be this weak! He tore off his yellow scarf and shoved it into his pocket. Clearly it meant nothing if he was so seduced by the man he hated.

He stood up and walked out. He followed the laughter resounding in his ears. Izaya wasn't here. He wasn't laughing at him. But, he could distinctly hear the laughter regardless. He stood, standing at the base of Etnavs, looking up at the building like he had so many times before.

"I'm really going to do it then?" Masaomi sighed. So many conflicting emotions. But there was nothing else that satisfied his desires quite like this place. Magic. It had to be. That was the only explanation.

The doors opened. He was welcomed warmly. And then, he climbed the stairs. The elevator was far too quick. He needed to give himself enough time to back out. He could still leave. He could still go home. He said this all the way up until he placed his hand on the doorknob. Masaomi opened the door, all on his own, just as Izaya had told him.

"Welcome, Masa-Chan, I figured you would make it," Izaya smiled. His feet rested on Shizuo's back. The man naked with a gag in his mouth resting on all fours. Izaya looked exactly the same as he had last time. Boots. Garter belts. Corset. The only difference being the colors of his clothes. Not black this time, but red.

"Good to be back, Your Majesty."