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The Captive Meme

Rules

1. Post your character with name, series, and preferences in the subject heading.
2. Those that respond are now that character's prisoner using one of the scenarios below or making up one that suits.
3. Reply.
4. Profit!

This meme may contain dark, triggery, and sexual content. Please be respectful of each other and communicate preferences clearly.

Scenarios

1. Crime and Punishment - someone's done a very bad thing and now they're paying for it with their freedom. Maybe the jailor will be kind, but do you really deserve kindness?

2. For Science - an alien species, a rare supernatural being, an anomaly that must be studied. You're a lab rat being poked and prodded for the pursuit of knowledge. Don't you feel honored?

3. The Zoo - similar to the science option, but this time you're not being studied but observed and cared for, like a pet but much more expensive. Maybe some ambitious activists will come try to release you someday. Until then, try to ignore the tapping on the glass.

4. For Your Own Good - maybe you'll hurt yourself or others if your captor sets you free. Maybe you let someone bind you on purpose. Either way, you aren't resisting captivity.

5. Behind Enemy Lines - were you caught sneaking into an enemy's fortress, or are you simply playing captive to get inside their base? Either way, you'd better hope interrogation doesn't last too long.

6. The Sexy Kind - it's all just fun and games. Maybe you've come to a pleasure dungeon to relax and let go, or maybe this is a private game between you and your lover.

7. Master and Slave - someone else owns you, and they don't have to let you go.

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Isn't it?

[Mikado isn't really capable of Izaya's tone. As much as the words he says lately sometimes seem like they might have come straight from the informant's mouth, his own way of speaking is very different. His voice is calm and quiet, lacks that false sweet note.]

We should get some food into you so that those pain pills don't make you feel sick. I'm going to go get it, and then I'll feed you. Don't go anywhere.

[He says it as if Izaya could, despite leaving the informant cuffed to the bed when he goes.]

[Well, well... Mikado seems to be taking him (and especially himself) very seriously. While not unexpected as such, it's a useful piece of information - and perhaps, hopefully, one that Izaya can exploit. If he chooses to debase himself to that degree... For now, he'd rather assume it won't be necessary.

Nothing at all changes about Izaya's expression when Mikado tells him not to go anywhere. His eyelids try to narrow a fraction under the bandages, and that's not a thing that Izaya will be doing again anytime soon. The pain probably doesn't register on his face, either; shouldn't, at any rate, though it's oddly difficult to be sure, with his eyes taken from him. (And that makes no sense - it's not as if he would have seen himself, even if he still had his eyes. The first real crack in an otherwise completely unperturbed mind, and Izaya puts an end to it immediately. There's no room for doubts and worries in his life, even now. Especially now.)

He doesn't point out the obvious - he can still feed himself, thank you very much; just uncuff him - because that can only make things worse. Don't ask for anything, and your request can't be denied. So he lies there, as instructed, and waits. He has no choice.

That's all right. The longer this takes, the more he can plan out his game. Everything that happens - every single thing that's said and done - only gives him more to work with.]

[Now that he has Izaya under his power, everything Mikado does is very gentle and methodical. He comes back with food and feeds his new pet just as carefully as he's done everything else since he awakened, and he gives him little drinks from the glass between every few bites of the stew he's feeding him.

He doesn't really ask Izaya too many questions, for now, just quietly taking care of his needs and giving what few commands are necessary for that. It's only after he's fed him that he perches on the side of the bed, one hand resting on Izaya's leg over the blankets, and gives him a long look.]

I do wonder... I bet you could overpower me even without sight, if I let you free for things like the bathroom. It's a bit of a problem. Perhaps I should call someone to help; but then I would have to pay them, and that's hardly fair.

[Izaya, for his part, does exactly as he's told; there's no point in throwing a fit, just now. His appetite is never very large, with the exception of a handful of dishes that are personally significant to him for some reason or other, but he does his best to eat everything he's offered.

It's far more entertaining to return to conversation afterwards, however - not least because he expects that that's where his opportunities lie.]

I'd say you're giving me too much credit, but you'd only think I was trying to convince you to let me free anyway. [Whether that assumption is wrong or not, Izaya isn't saying.] Consider me flattered all the same.

Edited (meh, repeating words) 2013-11-29 14:58 (UTC)

Well, I'll have to think on it. Try not to make a mess of yourself in the meantime.

[Mikado laughs, as if to say it doesn't matter much anyway, because honestly it doesn't. He can always just clean Izaya up, but it's interesting to see how little the man seems to care. Most people would be pretty grossed out even thinking about that kind of thing.

Then again, Izaya has never been 'most people'.

It's time for the next part at this point, really. Maybe that will shake him. Mikado kind of hopes so.]

I'd like to see what it is I'm risking so much for first.

[He'd left Izaya in just his underwear when he cuffed him to the bed, so that's all he really has to remove. He tugs the blankets down, then reaches for the man's waist, tugging. His voice is soft and calm as usual as he undresses his pet completely.]

Perhaps you should tell me some about your experience. Have you been with men before, Izaya-san?

[Ah, there it goes... Izaya can't honestly say he's looking forward to what he presumes Mikado is about to do, but it's not as if he can do much about it just now. He's not even thinking about revenge, yet; it may come to that, eventually, or it may not. In a way, he's interested in seeing how Mikado will handle this - but that's the problem, isn't it? He can't see. And with that, the experiment becomes a lot less amusing, more something to wait through than anything.

Well. If he can have a little fun along the way, so much the better; if Mikado keeps talking, keeps giving him words to use as weapons, Izaya won't pass up that opportunity. If little Mikado gets to have fun, it's only fair that Izaya enjoys himself as well, right?]

Such a personal question! You'll make me blush, Mikado-kun.

[In contrast to his words, he's not blushing in the least; he's grinning, clearly enjoying himself, before his expression changes, his voice deliberately low and seductive. He's barely even hiding the fact that he's mocking Mikado - and if he hates the fact that he can't see the expression Mikado will make in response, that's all the more reason to mock him even harder.]

Would you like to think you're my first?

[Mikado laughs softly at that, something about it making him wonder just how he could ever have thought this man was in any way worth trusting. It's not that he necessarily blames Izaya for being recalcitrant: Mikado has captured and mutilated him. Still, the way he responds makes a nice excuse not to be... nice.]

I was only curious how careful I should be to avoid hurting you. And well, perhaps wondered if Karisawa-san was right about you.

[He runs fingers along Izaya's leg, moving to his knees on the bed to look down at him. He's not undressing himself yet, just touching, considering. Was this worth the trouble of what he's done, what may well kill him in the end?

Physically, definitely not. Izaya is a scrawny pale thing, really. The only draw is what this man has been to him, to his friends, and how it might feel to own him.]

[It's not a surprise that Mikado is acquainted with Kadota and his little 'family', but the direct example is still unexpected. That's fine; Izaya will compensate the way he usually does, piling on a little more information - just enough to make it seem like he was right on top of things to start with. Perhaps there's a risk of overdoing it, but for now, the way it makes him feel better about his current situation is worth it.]

There is more to Karisawa Erika-chan than meets the eye -... In a manner of speaking. [The amusement in his voice isn't even entirely forced.] But I would hardly say she is right about a great many things.

[As for Mikado's motivation, that's clear enough. It's a very human thing to do, if rather on the primitive side of things. Not as interesting as what Izaya would have hoped for from the boy in the end - but that, too, is only human. While Izaya could suffer whatever Mikado intends to do to him in silence, it's been a long time since he was satisfied to just sit back and look on. Since he has little left to lose... it will be much more interesting to make sure that things go full-speed, one way or the other.]

Tell me, Mikado-kun: do you think this will fix anything? Nothing you do now can change the past. Like it or not, you're a little too late for that. [Does he expect Mikado to care about that barely hidden assignment of blame? Not really, but it's entertaining to try and see all the same.] The past exists, unchangeable. The harder you try to undo it, the more power you give to it.

Ah - but maybe you should ask Masaomi-kun about that.

Are you really going to say that name to me when you're this vulnerable, Izaya-san?

[Mikado tenses though; it's clear he's unsettled. He doesn't want to hear Masaomi's name while he's doing this. Things are decided now, between him and his friends, in a manner that Izaya had no control over or part in. If that had required Anri's help, that was immaterial.

But he still doesn't think that Masaomi's name from Izaya's lips is a thing he ever wants to hear.]

Do you want to lose your tongue as well?

[He's not sure he would do it. After all, it would make owning Izaya pointless, would make the man a doll who could be anyone. But the idea is so tempting, and Mikado runs a hand up the other man's thigh as he says it, idly fondles his dick, as if the idea turns him on and makes him want to take this further.]

Hmm, I was under the impression that there was nothing left for me to want anymore.

[The smile is barely there on his face, much more present in his voice than anywhere else. His cute little kouhai really shouldn't have asked him that question, giving Izaya the advantage yet again.

Still, Izaya isn't looking to get his tongue cut out, if he can help it. Losing both his eyes and his tongue would put him at a considerable disadvantage. As long as he has his voice, he can still strike out; he can still convince people. He'll be able to call others on the phone and let them know that he's the same as ever, this minor disappearance notwithstanding, when he escapes.

If he escapes. But really, that can only be a matter of time...

No, Izaya would rather not lose his tongue, but Mikado is hardly reaching his full potential here, and Izaya won't stop provoking him - just enough to see if he can't get Mikado to evolve a little further, though hopefully not enough to elicit more mutilation.

As for those intimate touches: Izaya considers that turn of events inevitable, now. It won't be pleasant, but it's nothing he can't handle.]

You should really untie my ankles, if you want to do this right... Unless you like being on the receiving end~?

[Izaya tilts his hips a bit, ever so friendly demonstrating both the first and the second possible scenario.]

[He's not going to blush. He's not going to blush. Yep, he's blushing. But that's all right because Izaya can't see it, right? So as long as he doesn't press his face against the man or anything, Izaya will never know.

It's a good theory anyway, but Mikado is pretty sure that Izaya will know, somehow.

He sighs, moves his hand away from the informant's cock to pinch his hip roughly instead. Of course, Mikado is still Mikado and only so strong, but a pinch from anyone can hurt if done properly. He grinds his fingers against the bone after he's pinched what little meat there is.]

I might use that part of you later, but I have to claim you properly first. Otherwise it'd just feel wrong.

[He says it quite seriously.]

I won't be freeing your ankles though. I can extend these restraints enough to do what I like without doing that.

[He's got it all figured out, of course. All it takes is unwrapping a chain a little from around the foot of the bed, and there's a little more slack. Not a lot, but it's certainly enough for what he has in mind.]

Put your heels up toward your thighs, Izaya.

[No -san now.]

[It hurts, of course. It's pretty uncomfortable, being pinched and poked that way, but Izaya doesn't show any reaction. All things considered, he's been through much worse - even at Mikado's hands, for that matter. Izaya wouldn't have been impressed so easily regardless of the circumstances, but after having his eyes gouged out? This really doesn't rate as more than a minor annoyance.

Has Mikado played his trump card too early, perhaps? Well, even Izaya can't be sure about that yet.

There's a choice to make now: to obey, or not to obey? There are benefits and disadvantages to both, short-term as well as long-term, but in the end, Izaya decides to do exactly what Mikado tells him to - for now. It doesn't require his eyes to detect a certain insecurity in Mikado - a lack of experience, perhaps - and provoking him would only give him an excuse to act out. No, Izaya would much rather see if Mikado can go through with this coldbloodedly, on pure determination.]

To hear such words from a kouhai... They used to teach proper manners at Raira.

[He could care less, of course, and he barely even pretends otherwise - not to mention that the statement is a lie, plain and simple. (Just look at Shizuo.) Nevertheless, with only as much delay as it takes to say those words, Izaya does as he's told, reluctant in the same way a parent who can't get their child under control might be. It's not for his own benefit that he gives in, of course; it's for the greater good.]

[Mikado gives a little snort.]

I would never have thought you were so big on politeness. Have I been misjudging you all this time?

[He gives a little push against each of Izaya's legs, making sure they're exactly in the position he wants them, and then finally moves up between them. His movements as he unzips his pants are slow, though, hesitant. He's already decided on this course of action, but it's also something he can't take back, can't come back from, in a way.

Then again, so had been taking Izaya's eyes.]

I don't really like being rubbed raw, so give me a minute here.

[He makes it sound like he's had more experience than he has, but Izaya can probably tell by the way Mikado fumbles when he pulls a bottle from the pocket of his skinned-down pants, dropping it against the inside of Izaya's leg.]

That is a very interesting question.

[Izaya's smile only grows as he answers, quite deliberately. Maybe Mikado has been misjudging him. After all, doesn't everybody? Doesn't Izaya always have a backup plan?

So shouldn't he have one now?

Whether he does or not is immaterial; the point is merely to make Mikado wonder, let him second-guess everything he's taken for granted. And then, if Izaya escapes - when he escapes - it will seem that no other scenario was possible from the start.]

A minute? I thought you would be quick, but do I really turn you on that much? [His voice is sickly sweet, soft and confidential, as he continues.] Make sure you get plenty of practice in before trying it with someone else.

[Subtly trying to find out how much experience Mikado has, if any? Probably. Showing how little Izaya cares about being raped? Definitely.]

What? I didn't mean I'd be done in a minute! I meant I was going to prepare you first so I didn't get all-!

[Mikado catches himself there, realizes he's letting Izaya get the better of him even in his current state, and shuts his mouth suddenly. He makes a little annoyed noise, but honestly it's his own fault. He knows the nature of the man he's captured, and he should have known better.

His irritation shows in the way he snaps the cap off the bottle with a little too much force, makes a mess with the lube across Izaya's thigh pouring too much, and then pushes his fingers roughly against the older man's butt.]

[It's tempting to laugh at it all. Even without seeing it, it's absolutely hilarious - but Izaya knows what's coming, and he doesn't want to show any reaction when it happens. Even carefully guarded silence would seem like an extreme reaction after hysterical laughter, so Izaya maintains his unruffled facade instead, only allowing himself a soft snort barely worth the name when Mikado makes a mess.

And then Mikado moves on.

It's really not pleasant, but there are worse things in the world, and pain is something Izaya can handle. Nothing but a soft breath escapes him as Mikado roughly pushes his fingers in, soft enough that it may almost have been imagined - or perhaps it was a tolerating sigh. Izaya does his best to relax his body, focuses on his breathing, and still tries to notice as much about Mikado as he can, without eyes.]

Hmm... No wonder you couldn't find anyone to do this with you willingly.

[It sounds almost sympathetic - if only because that's easier accomplished than something harsher.]

[He is not going to let Izaya get to him. He's won already. Here is the man who has made his and his friend's lives hell, at his mercy, crippled and vulnerable. Mikado can do anything he wants, and he won't let Izaya ruin it for him.

He really should cut out his tongue. But then it'd be just like fucking anyone, like taking some random guy off the street to be his pet. It'd feel wrong. Hell, he might even feel guilty about it if Izaya weren't taunting him this way.

If Izaya continues to goad him, he can blame it all on Izaya, after all.]

I guess you don't want me to take it easy.

[He does wiggle his fingers a little anyway though, because he really doesn't want to hurt his own dick stuffing it in. Still, it's not exactly a lot of preparation, and when he's done, he pulls his hand up and wipes his fingers against Izaya's chest.]

Try not to cry too much, it'll make your bandages all gross.

[It hurts already, a stinging kind of pain that's only made worse by the lack of visual distraction. But that's common, nothing to worry about. Pain is only pain. Having lube and lord knows what else smeared on his chest is a lot less pleasant by comparison, but Izaya refuses to show any reaction to that, either. He might have made another jab, mocked the scent of the lube or something pointless like that, but this is the home stretch, and he wants to get through it as well as possible. After all, Mikado can only win if Izaya lets him.]

Yes, sir~

[The right words, even if his tone of voice is more bored than anything - very carefully so. He's putting up with this; he's letting Mikado get it over with. That's all.

It's the best excuse he can create for the comparatively silent behavior that is to follow.]

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