A/N: Last part, contains smut and drugs. You have been warned. Enjoy.

Izaya stumbled back and Mikado rammed into him, knocking both of them over and crashing into the table. The pieces from the game board went flying. Mikado groaned and looked around for the pen or knife that had been dropped. He shuddered as Izaya cold red eyes met his, a cruel smile on his face. Mikado cried out as Izaya pushed him back, effectively pinning him to the floor. "What's wrong Mikado-kun. You didn't like the truth?" Mikado glared at him. "Do you think you're strong enough to take on me?" Izaya trailed his tongue down Mikado's neck, licking the blood. He bit down harshly. "I'm not Aoba-kun." Mikado blinked. How did he know. Izaya went back to bitting him, Mikado looked around the room, out of the corner of his eye. The pen was under the table and out of reach. But he could reach Izaya's knife.

Letting the dark emotions take over, he let his fingers run over the blade. Wincing as Izaya drew blood. Clenching his fist, he lifted his arm. Izaya gripped his wrist and slammed it above his head, making him cry out. Izaya was smirking. "Really Mikado. Trying to kill me with my own knife." The informant ripped the knife from his hand. "Get off of me." Mikado was back to his cold self. "Return Celty's head." The informant laughed. Really you're so unpredictable. "And what would you do for me? Nothing is free."

When Mikado opened his eyes, he was looking up at the ceiling. His arms felt tired, so he tried to pull them down. Clink. Mikado panicked, pulling harder, the handcuffs grating against the bed frame. He was on a large bed, fully clothed. The bedroom door was closed. "Izaya? Izaya! Let me out!" There was a weird feeling in his stomach. "Izaya!"

Izaya leaned against the door, listening to Mikado scream his name. Taking out his phone he dialed and held the phone to his ear. "Kuronuma Aoba. I have something to show you." Izaya cut the call, knowing the teen would be here shortly. He listened through the door as Mikado started calling his name frantically, his breathing shallow. Looks like the aphrodisiac kicked in. Ignoring the teen, he turned back to his work.

Aoba turned up an hour later. "What do you want?" The informant was smirking. "I wanted to show you that you were wrong." The teen stared at him puzzled. "About what?" He glanced down his bandaged hand. "What have you done to Mikado-sempai?" He glared at Izaya, who was still smirking and pointed to the door. Aoba paled and ran to the door. "Mikado-sempai?" He froze as he saw the dollars leader handcuffed to the bed, panting and groaning. "What have you done?" He growled at Izaya. Mikado was gazing at him through half lidded eyes. Aoba felt himself harden.

Izaya skipped past him, taking out the key from his pocket. "What are you doing?" The informant smirked. "I'm letting him go. He's proved my point." As soon as the handcuff was undone, Izaya found himself pushed back onto the bed. Red eyes met glazed blue as Mikado kissed him, slipping the elder man's t-shirt off. Izaya let him, his eyes turning to Aoba, whose eyes were filled with jealousy.

Everything was so hot. His body was burning in need for release. Through glazed eyes he watched as his captor undone the handcuffs. As soon as he was free, he pushed the informant back, quickly stripping him. He needed it bad. Pulling his own clothes off, he crawled on top of Izaya gasping. "I-Izaya." The informant was smirking. Mikado hated that look, he hated the man. But at the moment he didn't care.

The dollars leader groaned, as Izaya touched him. The informant knew what he was doing. "What's wrong Mikado-kun?" Mikado whimpered in response, trying to move Izaya's hand. "You need to tell me what you want. Or I can't help." Aoba was glaring at him. "You're the informant aren't you?" Izaya laughed. "Jealous? You're free to leave." He smiled as the teen swallowed, but didn't move. "I-Izaya." Mikado exploded again, as the informants fingers slid in and touched the bundle of nerves that made him crazy. Izaya prepared him and the dollars leader gripped hold of him, as Izaya pushed inside. "Mikado. You need to relax." Izaya stroked his hair and kissed the cut he had made earlier. Mikado lifted his hips as Izaya thrust into him. "Are you still here Aoba?" Mikado cried out Izaya's name. "You can leave now. I hope you learnt your lesson." Mikado attacked his neck, trying to get the informant's attention back to him. "Mikado-kun is mine." Aoba glared at him. "This isn't over." He turned and left the room. Izaya focused on the aroused teen below him. "Now where were we Mikado-kun?" The teen groaned his name in response. Izaya smiled.

Mikado opened his eyes, noticing the figure next to him. He groaned mentally. I slept with Izaya. The teen shifted feeling the pain in his lower back. Damn informant. Mikado moved from the bed and picked his clothes up from the floor. His eyes flicked back to the sleeping figure, in case he woke up. Once he was dressed, he noticed the handcuffs lying on the floor by the bed. He checked Izaya was still asleep. Mikado smiled as he gently lifted the informants arm and handcuffed him to the bed frame. Still he didn't wake up.

Mikado made his way to the bookcase, grabbing Celty's head. Glancing back at the sleeping informant, he ran trying to ignore the pain. Oh god Izaya was going to kill him. Was he crazy trying to take on Izaya? But he had been curious, why did Kida hate him so much? Now he knew. All problems in Ikebukuro were caused by the informant. He looked down at the glass head in his arms. He should give it back to Celty. One day wouldn't hurt. He could return it tomorrow.

The dollars leader was out of breath as he made it back to his small apartment. Closing the door around him. He slid to the floor, still holding the head. Clink Clink. A shiver went through him as he looked up into Izaya's eyes. The informant was smiling and holding the handcuffs as the tapped against each other. No way. "Mikado-kun. Didn't anyone tell you picking locks was one of my skills?" Mikado froze as Izaya bent down, taking Celty's head from his arms. "I'm surprised you thought you could steal from me." Izaya kissed him, biting his lip. "What are you doing? You have the head back." Mikado stared at him, dreading what the informant was going to say next. "Mikado-kun. You still owe me payment for the answers I gave you." Mikado threw his head back hitting the door. How could he be so stupid. Still he had to ask. "And the payment would be?" Izaya pulled him up. "You." Sometimes Mikado regretted coming to Ikebukuro.