The next time Kasuka Heiwajima - or, Yuuhei Hanejima- was back in town, he was at Izaya's door again.

After a quaint knock, Namie opened the door with that familiar bitter scowl on her face. Though he never gave it much thought, he couldn't believe that Namie's bitterness had anything to do with him. And if it did, he simply didn't care. He wasn't here for her.

Rather, he was here- always here- for Izaya. At every beck and call, just like a dog.

Namie gave him a brief once-over, then turned away without another word. Obviously not at all allured or amused whatsoever by the regular Yuuhei Hanejima that seemed to show up here every so often. Instead, she called out in a tone designed to mock the man she clearly held no respect for, "..Izaya..Your toy is here.."

Paying no mind to the rather rude statement, he let himself inside and patiently waited for Izaya to appear. Eventually, Izaya emerged from whichever corner of the room - (he hadn't been paying attention) - and placed a hand on Kasuka's shoulder. "You're right on time. Just wait in the bedroom while I send Namie home."

He didn't have to ask the superstar if he'd been followed.

By now they both knew how and how not to be careful.

Obediently, Kasuka rose and gave a quick bow of the head before silently excusing himself to Izaya's bedroom. A room he'd begun to know very well. Meanwhile, Izaya remained and- without much explanation, gave Namie the rest of the evening off. Whether or not she knew the why or what or how of the situation, she didn't seem to care. And far be it from her to be inquisitive with an opportunity to get away from Izaya- with the same amount of pay at the end of the week, no less.

It was another thirty minutes or so before Izaya appeared, looking as casual as ever.

Kasuka was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap, staring absentmindedly at his feet, until the door creaked open. When Izaya greeted him with that never-changing little grin of satisfaction, he looked up. Nothing, however, about the actor's expression, ever changed at all.

Until Izaya decided to change it.

Awaiting instructions, he patiently watched Izaya kneel to the ground below his feet and rummage under the bed. Eventually, he pulled out what appeared to be a box no larger than a shoe-box, he placed the box on the end-table next to the bed and began pulling his clothes off. "Get undressed."

Kasuka obeyed. Starting with his shirt, as Izaya had, he pulled it off and over his head without question. Then, his hands slipped down to briefly fumble with his zipper, thus releasing his waist as he pulled his jeans down. His fingers dipped into the waistline of his boxers as he stole a glance at Izaya, who hadn't bothered to remove another article of clothing. Somewhat confused, he nearly removed his fingers.

"What are you waiting for? You should finish up."

"..." Though confused, he obeyed and pulled his boxers off. He always felt slightly embarrassed here. Or nervous.. but of course, it never showed.. not right away.

The actor looked up at Izaya with that selectively-permanent blank expression that Izaya had come to adore so much- and waited. He did a lot of waiting at times like these.

Eventually, Izaya regarded him with a slight smirk and crossed his arms. "Get on the bed. On all fours."

He nodded. Though.. he was somewhat nervous, again. This wasn't the usual protocol. Not that it mattered at all.

He obeyed and turned over, kneeling at first. Then he found himself on all fours, with his ass in the air as if he'd no shame whatsoever.

At this point it was hard to tell whether or not Yuuhei had any shame at all. Kasuka was still undecided.

He waited. And waited.

"Here. Don't touch yourself at all and whatever you do.. Don't ask me to remove it. I'll punish you."

He nodded, and did not glance behind him.

Waiting had become agonizing, but it was something he was quite used to enduring by now. Evading punishment was of utmost priority in a situation like this. He disliked punishment.

... After a moment, something thick and somewhat cold prodded at his entrance.

..No preparation. He wanted to ask- and he wanted to suggest it, but he calmly reminded himself that this was going to hurt and it was foolish to expect otherwise. Izaya always made it hurt.

"Don't scream." Izaya covered his mouth. And without warning, the object that was now, clearly, a toy designed for Izaya's amusement- was shoved, rather roughly, inside of him.

Of course, he whimpered and teared up and for a moment, thought he'd scream into Izaya's waiting hand. However, wary of receiving punishment or 'correction', he accepted the intruder without a fight.

Izaya leaned over him, arms on either side of his head, encasing the actor. His hand wound around the actor's chest and slid up his chest, eventually teasing a nipple. He'd probably set to tormenting his nerves even further on any other day, but Izaya seemed different as of now. In a way that was strange and intimidating.

In response, Kasuka squirmed slightly and allowed a soft moan to escape. He quickly bit his lip.

"Sensitive." Izaya muttered, "Why bother hiding it?" he massaged and rubbed the nipple softly, evoking just one more sweet sound out of the actor before he decided that he'd had enough messing around.

Kasuka was confused. And almost completely filled with that toy, which, if he moved his hips at just the right angle, would move slightly. It wasn't very satisfactory but it was something. And it was an indication that he wanted more than what he was receiving. Something he couldn't quite vocalize at the moment.

Izaya tore himself away for a moment and leaned back. Kasuka couldn't quite see what he was doing, even as he tried to look. All he knew was that- in a matter of seconds- the toy inside of him had began to... vibrate. Slightly, at first.

"Let's see.. It's highest setting.."

Though he couldn't see it, he knew Izaya's grin must have been something along the lines of 'cocky' and 'arrogant'. He knew it because he knew Izaya, this way. Physically. Izaya loved to break him down.

One more thing: the toy had become unbearable. It was vibrating, throbbing, squirming inside of him which evoked a wonderful string of noises despite Kasuka's efforts to silence himself. Habitually, he wiggled his hips slightly, desperate to ease some of the built up tension. What was worse was the fact that Izaya was purposely restraining himself and he knew it. He wanted to be touched, and Izaya knew it.

"I..Iza..y.." he trailed off, biting his lip again. If he begged, it'd either lead to a reward or a punishment. He wasn't sure if he was ready to make that gamble so early on in the game.

"Louder.." Izaya taunted, clearly amused. He placed his hand flat on Kasuka's back, slowly trailing down, and down, across the smooth and creamy skin, until he found his place on Kasuka's ass. Without reserve, his hand set to working and rubbing somewhat rough circles into the skin, intent to provoke the vibrator even further.

A muffled yelp of satisfaction leaped out of the actor's taught body. His back arched and unconsciously pressed itself against the hand, desiring more of that relief.

"M..." he bit his lip once more, and briefly thought that at this rate, it might bleed.

"C'mon. Louder." Izaya prodded his fingers into the other's entrance, gripping the chord attached and wriggling the device slightly. He evoked a soft moan, and then a few more when he seized the tip of the vibrator and manually moved it around, determined to reach every spot inside of him.

When that spot was hit, his upper half collapsed. He'd been restraining himself more than he'd let on.

He heard the sound of something being unzipped. Curiously, he attempted to turn around-

-only to be faltered by the hand that 'corrected' him. A hard slap was delivered to his ass, not only pushing the vibrator further into that one spot, but sending a sudden pulse of what he'd come to know as pleasure through his body.

...Yeah... He was a masochist.. He had to be.. around Izaya.

"No peeking." he warned with a smile, unzipping his jeans. Then, curiously, he zipped them right back up.

Without a word, Izaya stood up, stretched and acted as if the bulge that had half-formed in his pants wasn't there. Kasuka could never be sure how a man like Izaya had so much... endurance, in this situation. It was unthinkable.

It kept hitting that spot. Over.. and over.. and over.. without mercy. Just like Izaya..

When he heard footsteps, he glanced over at Izaya, who caught him. "Ah.. What did I say?" he shook his head in feigned disappointment, then approached slowly. That faint hint of hopefulness subsided into slight fear as Izaya took his arms and bent them behind his back, his upper half collapsing into the mattress. Unable to stop it, a rope was wound around his wrists. Tightly. "...Izaya?" he asked, wiggling his wrists, slightly.

"Don't break the rules." he chided quietly, pressing a quick kiss to Kasuka's neck. "Enjoy yourself."

The door shut behind him, indicating, very blatantly, that Izaya was no longer in the room. "Mn.. H-Haa... Ha..Mm.. F..Fu..Hnng.. Nn.." To that, Kasuka whined and whimpered freely into the mattress, cheek pressed down against the silk sheets. This was utter madness.

As a particularly loud moan caught in his throat, he was unable to warn anyone- if there were anyone to warn- of the inevitable. He released all over himself, and all over the sheets beneath him.

Izaya returned to his currently vacant- well, all aside the single other occupant at the moment- about forty five minutes later, with a half-eaten box of spicy tuna wrapped in a Russia's Sushi bag. He set the back on the kitchen counter, determined to finish it off later. For now, however, he figured he may as well get back to what he was doing prior to his lunch break.

He didn't bother to knock. He pushed the door open, quietly.

Kasuka was on his side; legs twitching, and quite the mess across his body and on the sheet to match, indicating he'd released quite a few times in his absence. His dazed expression was focused on the air, and nothing else. So much that he didn't even notice when Izaya walked in.

"...Ah.. enjoying yourself too much..?"

The actor merely let out another moan, squirming desperately as he tried to ease the tension. "N...No more..Ha..Mn.."

"If you say so... ~"

The vibrator was removed, and it was shut off completely. Kasuka thought he was going to cry- relief never felt so sweet. However, he took his opportunity to catch his breath and surrender to his side, completely. All aside from his hands, which remained bound behind his back.

Izaya crawled on top of him. His break did not last long. "Now, now. What have we learned?"

"...Learned?"

The informant's frown was prominent, "I guess you didn't know this was a punishment."

It definitely felt like a punishment. "...I'm sorry."

"What have we learned about getting Shizu-chan involved in our little game?" he smiled. Though, this time, it was venomous. And utterly unsettling.

...Ah.. That's right...

...A while ago, he had broken a strict rule. Don't tell Shizuo.

...Though in his defense, Izaya had gone all out with the latest game's arrangement. It felt and looked so real- despite the fact that he knew it wasn't. Nothing was real... and it was merely just another game, that he was prone to lose.

"What have we learned?" Izaya unzipped himself and lowered his pants.

"..No..I can't.." he panicked quietly. He couldn't take it anymore. His legs already felt numb as it was-

"What have we learned?" he repeated patiently, removing his pants altogether. He untied Kasuka's hands.

...! "..I will not tell Shizuo. I will not get him involved."

"Ah.." Izaya's tip was already pressed against his entrance. Kasuka watched anxiously.

Lenience.. he pleaded internally, be lenient..

..."Good boy." he thrusted all of himself inside of Kasuka.

The actor screamed, partially out of exhaustion but mostly because Izaya was much bigger than a stupid toy. "Haa...!"It felt like he was suffocating. His throat closed up and he tightened around the offending object, drawing out a blissful moan from the informant, who immediately set himself to a rough and uneven pace.

Being fucked from the side with his legs pried apart wasn't too far from how he'd expected to end up. He'd known from the very minute he arrived. This was just another game.

"Fu.. Ha.. Mn.. I..Iza..y..a..!" his voice always raised beyond believable heights (by his standards, at least) in these situations. Izaya was breaking him down and dismantling that little wall he'd built; the one that kept his nerves at ease and his facial expression as still as stone. Looking at him now, you wouldn't believe that he was Shizuo's tame little brother that always appeared on TV as whoever the media wanted him to be.

The pace was faster now, prompting him to desperately reach for the sheets and clutch them. Tight enough that they might rip, and he might be punished again.

The informant was having the time of his life, of course, watching the actor squirm and moan and lose himself with every thrust. However unsatisfied, he pulled out-marveled at the dazed look of surprise and disappointment gracing the actor's stubbornly stoic face- and laid him on his back. He crawled over him, then, and relinquished his grip on the sheets, in favor of clutching both of his hands, tightly.

"Spread your legs." he commanded.

With a slight gulp, Kasuka obeyed.

"Wider." he looked down at Kasuka's lower body, and decided that he must have been hesitant. He had no tolerance for that. "Now. C'mon, you look so pretty when you're spread for me."

Whether or not that vague compliment(?) encouraged him, or it was simply the fear of punishment, Kasuka obediently spread his legs as wide as he were able, with an evident red tint to his flushed and tired face.

When Izaya was fully sheathed inside again, and already working that same rough pace with absolutely no mercy, he realized that he was heavy. Of course, anyone would feel that way with a man laying on top of you..

Then, the rest of his coherency began to fade. His world dissolved and the little things that didn't make sense were all replaced with blackness. Everything aside from Izaya, who had become his entire world.

"Th..Throbbing.." Kasuka squeezed his hands, habitually digging his nails into his knuckles. "Inside.. Ha..Throbbing.."

"Good." Izaya mused, speeding up with much vigor. "Feel me throb for you."

Kasuka threw his head back and screamed when Izaya had finally hit that spot. He screamed and clutched his hands to the point where he was sure he'd be punished for scratching. "I.. I can't..I can't.. Ha.. Mn.. Izaya...!"

"Make a mess!" Izaya commanded with a bit of a twisted grin, "C'mon! Ruin yourself..!"

Obediently, he released all over himself, and all over Izaya's chest. His legs twitched, slightly, and he knew he wouldn't be able to walk for a while. At least, not properly. He hadn't expected Izaya to be this brutal, tonight.

Izaya let out a gasp of pleasure, shaking as he rode out his orgasm and came deep inside of Kasuka, never slowing his thrust until he was through. It was something that Kasuka asked him not to do, but that request fell on deaf ears. Always.

Drawing out a soft moan from the other as Izaya pulled out, he smirked at the mess that that began to seep out. "Look. It means you're mine."

He wasn't even sure if Kasuka was listening. After a raspy breath or two, the actor passed out.

"Tch.." Izaya sat on the bed and looked down at his exhausted, messy toy. "Can't you even handle that?"

He was the first to shower, and the first to remind him, the next morning as he stood by his bed and gripped his hair tightly so as to get the message across, that getting 'Shizu-chan' involved would not go un-punished.

This time, he obeyed. Shizuo heard nothing of their events and when explaining the severe limp in his step, he merely said that he fell down the stairs.