It's been so long; hopefully my writing hasn't gotten too different. I never had a definite direction to this story so it got put on hold for so long. Of course, I didn't mean for it to be this long but I had a lot of health issues to deal with. I hope I don't disappoint.
Also, I don't want this story to get too long so I'm going to do my best to finish it up in 7-8 chapters. Thanks!
Summary: Masaomi is moved to another country for his job, thinking he is going to get away from his life in Ikebukuro. Unfortunately there is one man he can't ever seem to escape from no matter where he goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara or its characters, but this story line is mine. xD
Desolation – Chapter 04
Masaomi made it to the club much later than the last time so the line outside was really long. He sighed as he got in line and stared into space. He hopped that the line would move quickly because he was afraid if it didn't he would just leave. It wasn't like he came to the bar because he really wanted to be there. It was all an obligation and blackmail.
A young and nerdy looking guy was walking up and down the line as if he was looking for something. Masaomi watched him thinking he might be checking to make sure nothing bad was going on outside. He was pretty sure the guy was not a bouncer though. Perhaps he was just to look over and then report if he saw something. Just as he was about to look away the guy caught his eye.
Masaomi wondered what he did wrong as the guy walked towards him in a hurry.
All eyes were on Masaomi now. He gulped wondering what was about to happen.
The guy grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him out of the line. Masaomi didn't like being touched by people he didn't trust and it took everything that he had to not beat the crap out of him then and there.
"Come with me."
Masaomi pulled his arm away from his weak grip and glared at him. The guy sighed and then apologized though Masaomi was sure he didn't mean it.
"The owner told me to keep a look out for you. He wants to see you in his office."
Now everything was starting to make sense. The guy had been on standby to not look for trouble but to look for him. Masaomi sighed in return but nodded his head in understanding.
Many of the other people in the line stared at him with glares of jealousy. Masaomi didn't care though, he didn't want this special treatment and he really didn't want to go meet Izaya so quickly.
The man led him down the familiar hallways and doors until they reached Izaya's office. He knocked on the door a few times and then looked at Masaomi, telling him to go on in.
Masaomi wasn't so sure since he never heard a response and he was afraid of what he would walk in on but he went ahead and did as the man said.
It was dark inside. There was just the faint glow from the outside lights and Izaya's computer. Izaya was sitting at his desk, typing away on the very computer. He didn't even glance up when he entered the room.
"Welcome back Masaomi." He said with a hint of something in his voice. What that hint was, Masaomi was not sure.
"Please, have a seat and I will be right with you."
Masaomi took his seat and quirked and eyebrow at Izaya's words. It was starting to feel like he came for some sort of business deal. In a way he supposed he was but Izaya didn't know that.
After a few minutes Izaya finally stopped typing and looked away from the computer with a smirk.
Masaomi didn't smile back in return, but glared instead.
"What's the big idea dragging me from the line to come meet you?"
Izaya's facial expression didn't change, which gave Masaomi the creeps. "You are special. There is no reason for you to stand in line."
"So you just want to single me out more, in other words." Masaomi responded.
If Izaya's smile could get any wider it did in that instant.
"How very observant of you, if no one else likes you then it makes my pursuit so much easier."
"You are forgetting something." Masaomi said not taking his eyes off of him.
"Oh?" Izaya sounded interested but Masaomi wasn't sure if it was just for fun and games.
"That I hate you."
It was quiet for awhile until Izaya started to laugh. Masaomi wasn't sure what was so funny though. He had just stated a fact.
"Touche. But you know what they say; hate and love have a very thin line separating them." Izaya was resting his head on hands while he said this, leaning towards the desk in front of him.
Masaomi narrowed his eyes at him but said nothing to that. Even if he did Izaya would have just found some other way to twist his words.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
Masaomi was taken back by his sudden question. It wasn't what he was expecting at all.
"Nothing much." He didn't want to give away any details of his life to him just yet.
"Good. Come eat lunch with me tomorrow at one."
"What? Why would I want to do that?" Masaomi stuttered a bit freaking out about the idea of having to be seen with the man in broad daylight.
"Aww, Masaomi you wound me. I was just being polite."
Masaomi just stared at him knowing he was teasing him still but then an idea occurred to him – if he was to do this then it would help move his job along much faster.
"Okay, where do you want to meet?"
Izaya rose from his chair and clapped his hands together in excitement. "Excellent."
He walked over to Masaomi and put his face right in front of his once again.
Masaomi felt nervous all over again with the memory of what happened last time but this time Izaya just smiled at him and placed his hand on his head.
"Can I kiss you?"
Masaomi's eyes widen in shock by the question. Izaya was never someone who would ask for things, he always just took. This seemed very out of character for him and he wondered what sort of game he was trying to play.
"Why do you even bother to ask this time when the last time you practically forced me?" Masaomi scoffed in irritation. It was the only way he could keep from having to say no or yes to Izaya.
Izaya's smile did not falter though. "I couldn't help it. It had been such a long time since I had seen you that I got caught up in the moment." His eyes darkened in a strange lust.
"You make the best facial expression Masaomi. They are so easy to read."
Masaomi gulped. He didn't know what to make of this. He was pretty sure he had to be playing a bad joke on him because – if not – his job was starting to seem ridiculously easy.
"Well? Will you let me?"
Masaomi really wanted to push him away. It was like his whole body was trying to warn him of the dangers. However, he couldn't stop his head from nodding yes and his eyes slowly closing on their own accord.
Izaya's lips on his were cool and had a slight mint flavor to them. It was really strange at first and almost revolting but something in the way Izaya was kissing him was making his stomach feel funny and warm. He didn't reciprocate though and just let Izaya do all the work. He wasn't prepared to do this kind of thing at all.
After all, he didn't know much about same sex love or love at all.
Izaya pulled away with his smirk right back on his face and then licked the tip of Masaomi's nose.
"Yum." He said with a hint of seduction in his voice.
Masaomi wanted to scream. He was in way over his head.
"You are disgusting."
Izaya just laughed and went back to his chair. "Meet me at Éclair café tomorrow at one. It will be my treat."
Masaomi stood up and made his way out the door without even bothering to say goodbye. That was going to be his chance to leave no matter what. He didn't care if Izaya was planning to talk to him more. He would have his chance tomorrow.
The first thing he was going to do when he got home was look up information about same sex love. He really needed to be more prepared.
Masaomi stared at his computer screen in irritation. He planned on just looking up information on same sex love but all that was coming up where things that proved to be far from useful.
There were the groups, the protesters, the haters, and then – the worst of it all – the porn.
Giving up for the time being, Masaomi went to lie down on his couch. He had a lot to contemplate. Something didn't seem right. He was supposed to hate the guy so much that being around him, much less kiss him, should repulse him and make him want to puke.
Yet, two times now, he had been kissed by Izaya and it was almost like he didn't seem to mind it. Hell, he would be lying if he didn't kind of enjoy it.
"ARG!" he yelled to himself. "Am I that desperate for intimacy that anyone will do?"
Trying to get the thought of kissing Izaya out of his mind, his thoughts wondered back to his one night stand.
But, it wasn't helping.
"Fuck" Masaomi sat up when he realized he had a problem. Apparently all the thoughts on sex and Izaya had turned him on. The bulge in his pants was starting to get painful.
Getting up from the couch, he grabbed some Kleenex and lotion and headed for his room. Even though he lived alone, the thought of getting off in the middle of his living room was not something he wanted to do.
He preferred the dark of his room, where is felt more personal and away from everything. Something about it always made him feel a little embarrassed even though he knew it was a natural thing.
Lying down on his bed now, he unzipped his pants and reached his hand down into his boxers. He hissed a bit at the sudden touch of his cold hands.
That didn't last long as the friction between his hand and his cock started to warm them both up. Masaomi closed his eyes and tried to picture a hot woman he knew but it was doing nothing.
He went back in his mind about his last sexual escapade, trying to remember the feeling of it, the heat and the excitement of having sex with a complete stranger.
He was almost there, he could feel it. He needed another little push, something to push him completely over. He began to moan, really needing the release to happen soon.
"MMmm… fuck, Izaya…" With that he came hard, but his eyes opened wide at what he had just done. He was feeling really upset now. He couldn't enjoy his release with this realization. Was he some sort of masochist? He couldn't possibly be gay… he didn't think he liked men at all. He couldn't understand his body's reaction. Especially with it being over the most hated man and person he ever knew.
"So, what made you realize that you were lesbian?" Kida asked out of the blue to his female friend at the diner.
Being caught off guard, Beth dropped her fork. "Woah, hello to you too."
Masaomi rubbed his temple with his right hand. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind. It sounded like a good question at the time."
"Are you okay Kida? You seemed a little stressed out."
Masaomi smirked to himself. That was an understatement. He wasn't use to questioning his sexual orientation. He thought for sure he was a womanizer and that was it. He wasn't even sure he was having a crisis, except for the fact that he couldn't get Izaya out of his mind.
Noticing the inner turmoil going on with Kida, Beth decided to get serious for once.
"Look Kida, you look like you might be contemplating something serious. Do you want to talk about it somewhere more private?"
Masaomi looked up at Beth's face to see if he could read her expression. She was looking straight at him, not a hint of a smile or joke.
"I would like that, however I have to be somewhere in another 30 minutes." He looked at the clock and saw the time said 12:30pm.
Beth held out her hand, "Give me your phone."
Masaomi blinked in confusion. "Huh? Why?" He reached for his phone anyway to hand it over.
"I'm giving you my number, call me when you have time and I will give you directions to my place."
"Are you sure that is okay?" he took his phone back as soon as she was done and looked at the number.
"Yes, of course it is. Call me anytime today or tomorrow. I'm pretty free for a while my girlfriend has gone out of town. Think of me as your sexual orientation crisis hotline."
Masaomi choked on the water he was drinking. "Wait how did you…"
"Know? I've been there, done that. That is how." She smiled at him and laughed. "Don't worry; your secret is safe with me."
"And me" Came Dave from the back.
Masaomi hit his head on the table in front of him. "I Think I have been coming here too often for you guys to read me so easily."
Beth just laughed again, "You better get going if you don't want to be late to where you are going."
"Right" Masaomi said as he got up from his chair. "Thanks for this, I will be sure to call you later."
Beth waved goodbye as Masaomi headed out the door.
Dave came out of the back and looked over at Beth. "I don't think he realizes that he is just really easy to read not just because we have seen him a lot."
"Yeah, you are right which makes me wonder if the guy who is messing with him feels the same way." Beth didn't really know what was going on with Kida but she had some idea after he mentioned the gay bar the other day.
"You're late" Said Izaya, sitting on a bench outside of the café.
"As if I would be in a hurry to meet up with you," Masaomi turned away, feeling strange when seeing him there. He was pretty sure his face was slightly red remembering last night's thoughts.
"Ouch. You are so cruel to me." Izaya got off the bench and came up close to Masaomi, wrapping his around over his shoulders. "However, your face says a different story."
Masaomi pulled away from him as quickly as possible. "You are seeing things. I'm just a little out of breath from the walk here."
"That's not good Masaomi, you need a car around these parts. Everything is so spread apart."
"So I have noticed." When he first got to Texas he was overwhelmed by the size and how everything seemed so far away from each other. In Japan he could walk around a certain area and be able to find almost everything he needed.
"Let's get inside, it is hot and I am hungry." Izaya said while leading the way.
Masaomi followed quickly and quietly behind. He wasn't sure how this was going to go. He had only seen Izaya at night in a dark office or dark club. It was weird seeing him again in the bright daylight. He hoped that he wouldn't do anything crazy in front of a bunch of people. He was pretty sure he was not ready for that.
Memories of him in Japan were slowing coming back, which was helping him feel more like himself. He was starting to wonder if the kiss just really messed him up. Seeing Izaya like this again was making him come back to his senses. At least, he hoped it was.
"Welcome back Izaya. We are always glad to see you."
Masaomi cringed at the comment from the hostess. She took them to their seats and let them know their server would be with them in a moment.
"So, people actually like you here? They really don't know you do they?"
Izaya laughed. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm a pleasant person."
"I'm not even sure you are a person, much less pleasant." Masaomi said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Oh Masaomi, I'm very much a person I can assure you on that. I might just be a little different is all." Izaya said this with a hint of something that Masaomi couldn't quite pick up but made him feel a bit uncomfortable again.
"Hello, I'm your waiter, Jake, may I take your order."
Startled a bit by the sudden showing of their waiter, Masaomi realized he never looked at the menu.
It didn't seem to matter though, Izaya was ordering for the both of them. It was a little strange, almost as if they really were on a happy date together.
The rest of the time was spent with idle chatter but mostly awkward silence. The warm sandwich and coffee he got at the café was really good though. He understood why Izaya came there so often.
Still, he couldn't understand the point of all this. It just seemed out of place for him. To be out in public like this and not have any real reason that he could see.
After finishing eating, the waiter came back to give them their check.
"Will that be together or separate?"
Masaomi was about to say separate but Izaya beat him to it with telling him it was together.
"Izaya!" he sputtered in embarrassment with his hands hitting the table.
"Don't worry dear, I got you on this." Izaya placed his hand over one of Masaomi's and smirked.
Masaomi felt a shudder all the way through his body. It was all starting to make sense now.
"How nice, you have such a wonderful boyfriend." The waiter said while walking away to get their check.
Boyfriend? Masaomi said in his mind. Uhuh, no way. He was not Izaya's boyfriend.
"Is this why you invited me here?"
"Whatever do you mean, Masaomi?"
"Yeah, real smooth Izaya. You know I will never fully trust you right? However, after all these years I have been able to understand you a little more."
Izaya just smirked. "How so, Masaomi?"
"Just say is Izaya, it isn't like you beat around the bush. Is this your way to get me to date you?"
To Masaomi's surprise, Izaya's smirk actually faltered a bit.
"My, my, my, it seems that with age you are getting brighter. Though, it isn't exactly accurate it was pretty close. I more of just wanted to see how you would react to the idea of it."
"Honestly, I'm not sure how to react to it. This seems like some sort of game. You know I'm not gay, that is no hidden truth. You were the one who hooked me up with Saki after all. Hell, I'm not even positive you are really into men like you are letting yourself seem."
"Hum," Izaya left the cash for the check on the table and got up, signaling for Masaomi to do the same.
As they walked outside of the building and back to the sidewalk of the city Izaya turned to Masaomi. "Maybe it would help more if I said it wasn't men I was interested in, it was just you?"
Masaomi couldn't look Izaya in the eyes. He was so thoroughly confused. Izaya was a master manipulator, he knew that. He also knew he was supposed to be seducing Izaya, but he felt danger and was unsure of his next move.
"I need to think this over." With that he turned and walked away, not even daring the look back at him. To his surprise Izaya didn't seem to stop him.
He was going to have to call Beth.
To Be Continued.