Did I Say You Could Speak?

5: Masaomi flinched...

Masaomi flinched at the touch. He was cold, lying on the ground, and not used to direct contact with Izaya. Last time it had been Shizuo doing most of the touching.

"Someone has gotten sensitive," Izaya's hand barely touched the center of Masaomi's chest and the male's nipples perked up. "What have you been imagining, I wonder?"

Masaomi's face flushed. Izaya was straddling him with his ass directly over his crotch, tempting and teasing, that's what he did best. Izaya was a monster. Caring little for anyone but himself.

"Shizu-Chan," Izaya held out his hand. Shizuo placed the candle in it. It wouldn't be too hot. Not too terrible. Just enough to torment Masaomi.

"We need to mutilate this chest," Izaya smiled. He tilted the candle just enough for a drop of wax to fall. Masaomi yelped. A petite little groan.

"Ah, so cute, so adorable, groan more for me, Masa-Chan," Izaya cooed. He poured a small puddle of wax onto Masaomi's skin. It burned. Izaya put his finger in it, swirling it around, spreading it and watching as it solidified. His face brimming with amusement as Masaomi made small noises of pain. He knew it was painful. He knew it hurt, so why did he get so hard? He tried not to. He didn't want his hardness to be noticed by Izaya's ass on his crotch. But it still happened.

"Masa-Chan, you've been a naughty boy," Izaya shook his head, frowning. He opened his mouth to speak again but the door was kicked open. A male stood there with a strange hat and some unruly hair. He scanned the room, looking for something, and then he smiled and opened his arms wide before leaping onto Izaya. He pushed him off of Masaomi and flung him to the ground. The stranger kissed him, passionately, intimately, while the two blondes stared in nothing less than shock.

"Po, we are too old to be doing such things with each other. I've told you this before," Izaya puffed out his cheeks and frowned. Shizuo, angry that he thought it was cute for Izaya to be like this, held back from punching a wall. Who was this guy?

"Aya, don't be mad, I just love my darling brother sooooo much," the stranger made a heart with his hands.

"Brother!?" Masaomi sat up, disgusted and confused. "I thought you had sisters!"

"That are also quite incestuous, actually," Shizuo sighed.

The stranger stood up and helped Izaya to his feet. He hugged him tightly and smirked down at Masaomi. They were definitely brothers. This expression was one Izaya wore often. Nearly identical copies. "Allow me to introduce my darling step-brother," Izaya gestured to the male hugging him so tightly. "Rampo Edogawa."

"Edogawa-San? Isn't that a famous detective?" Masaomi lept up to his feet and stared, unimpressed, by the male standing there. He didn't look world class at all.

"What are you doing here, Po?" Izaya sighed. "I thought I told you before that I'm not going to service you. Didn't you have a nice guy on the occult floor you were interested in? Edgar? A cute little foreigner?"

"This isn't about that!" Rampo huffed. To show his slight anger, Rampo fiddled with Izaya's corset and tore it off. Bare chest exposed to the world. The two blondes were happy to have the eye candy but annoyed that Rampo had the privilege to do such things.

"What is it about, then?" Izaya rolled his eyes. He put his hand on Rampo's face and shoved him away. He wanted personal space. And Rampo was doing naughty things one after another.

Rampo refused to be beaten. He struggled and waved his arms, wanting to hug Izaya again. Izaya's hand still firmly on his face.

"Your back," Shizuo pointed. He'd never seen Izaya without something over his upper body. Now it all made sense. There was a large burn mark on his lower back. It looked like it hurt terribly at the time it was created.

"Ah," Izaya lost his focus and placed both of his hands on his back, feeling the scar, as if he'd forgotten it was there. This moment of opportunity was used wisely and Rampo clung to him again.

He appeared from behind, looping his arms through Izaya's and holding him hostage. Izaya was restricted by this position and struggled to move. Rampo sat on the throne (conveniently behind him) and Izaya was forced to sit on his lap.

"Po! Let me go!" Izaya frowned and struggled to move.

"Aya, are you going to pay attention to me when I do?" Rampo frowned.

"Maybe, no promises," Izaya stopped resisting and simply sighed.

"Then I'll hold you hostage," Rampo huffed. "I need you to look into something for me."

"Po, you're a detective, deduce it," Izaya rolled his eyes. "Stop using me as an excuse to say hi. You already know what you need to, don't you?"

"But Ayyyyyyaaaaa," Rampo rested his head on Izaya's shoulder. "You're so thorough! Please?"

"I've spoiled you too much," Izaya shook his head.

"I'll hold you hostage till you say you will! I'll touch you in all sorts of places too!" Rampo furrowed his brows, threatening like a small child.

Izaya rolled his eyes. "Definitely spoiled you too much. I suppose I have no cho-"

Rampo released one of Izaya's arms so that he could slide his hand down to the lingerie. Izaya, now with a free arm, grabbed Rampo's hand and glared. "I've told you, we are too old to play these games," he snapped. "I've already said I'll do it now stop misbehaving."

"Alright, Aya," Rampo looked at the ground, hair covering his eyes, defeated and sad.

Izaya stood up and patted Rampo's hat. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm just annoyed. Now let's go into my office and we can look up that information for you, okay?" Izaya walked over to the door, Rampo following behind, still a bit distraught.

"Brothers?" Masaomi frowned.

"Definitely related, they both have terrible personalities," Shizuo sighed.