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Breakfast for him normally consisted of whatever the hell Shizuo had in his fridge that wasn't a hugeass slice of cake, and a cigarette. Contrary to popular belief, Delic did not simply wake up bringing sexy back (though on some days, he'd be willing to argue that statement), so after he had a bite to eat he's usually relocate to the bathroom to primp himself up for the day.

Today's menu was something that looked barely edible, a glass of orange juice and some crackers. He really would have to goad Shizuo into shopping, he remarked lazily as he crunched away and lit up his first cigarette for the day. The nicotine eased a flood of awareness down his throat, eyes closing to relish the moment, and the first exhale was pure heaven. Pink smoke spiralled languidly in the air, and he busied himself with poring over today's ratty old newspaper as he alternated between eating and smoking.

With the way his blond hair stuck up in odd angles he was the spitting image of Shizuo, even with the pink silk boxers stretched across his crotch. A noticeably pinker Shizuo, but anyone who saw him now would think that he was Ikebukuro's Strongest, and he'd be hard-pressed to argue otherwise. This early, he really didn't want to do much of anything except go back to sleep. But alas, bills had to be paid, and food bought, and women had, and ---

A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie and he glanced up. Just who would...?

Ah, well. Shizuo wasn't home, and he doubted the blond would be very happy if Delic ignored whoever came to call. Might be someone important, and all. So he'll just set his cigarette down and pad in all his pink-boxer glory to the door and pull it open.

"Yeah..?"

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"Naturally."

There isn't really much for him to undress, since he's already practically buck-ass naked. For all his innocence, Psyche certainly was a minx in bed, he mused, something he'd been kind of disappointed he never got a chance to witness firsthand. Damn Tsugaru.

If he played his cards right, maybe that was an experience he'd be able to cross off his bucket list. Two of them, actually, because hell if taking on Iza-chan and Psyche at the same time wasn't one of his basest fantasies.

"Just relax, Iza-chan. We'll take good care of you."

Like he could relax. Izaya had the faintest sense of regret once he had stepped onto the train to Ikebukuro, and this was not helping. He wants to throw Psyche off for manhandling him like this, and the knife sitting in his now discarded coat was too far for his own comfort.

"I don't trust either of you with that. One's lost something he considers precious, while the other is a conniving, sugar-coating host whose job is to falsely praise average women on a daily basis."

If there was anything he could still do, it was berate his sudden assailants. It was better than just sitting idly by as they looked on and his secretary wondered for a millisecond to where her boss could have run off.

"It's not about us, it's about you." Which was true, honestly, though naturally Psyche had something to gain, otherwise he wouldn't bother to take up Delic's advice. He snuggles his cheek between Izaya's shoulder blades. While one hand plays with the hem of his shirt and begins to tug it up, the other strokes up and down the sliver of exposed skin. "Just let us make you feel good."

Shifting his cheek just a little bit, he winks to Delic and peels one hand away to motion to him. "He's resisting!"

"There's no need to be jealous," At Psyche's wink he gives one of his own and makes his way onto the bed next to Psyche. "Hold his arms down.

Now, Iza-chan. Surely you're not shy, right? Cause, y'know," He grins again, cockier than ever. "We can always turn out the lights."

He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out one of Shizuo's black ties. Ever careful not to stretch the fabric more than he needed to, he works it into a quick knot and hooks it around the brunet's eyes. He draws the knot up and seals it tight around Izaya's eyes with flourish.

"How's that? Better?"

On one hand, he didn't have to see either of their faces. On the other, he was quick to question what in the world he was up to. Not that the answer wasn't obvious enough, but just how this was going to follow through was what concerned him.

"Undo this blindfold this instant--!" Its smell made things all the worse. The nicotine and tobacco stained their way into the silk, became one with the fabric... and it was constantly attacking his olfactory functions. Izaya tried to keep fighting, but was near ready to resign to his fate.

"Psyche, do something to help..."

"But Iza-chan," Psyche whispers into his ear while licking along the cove and resting warm hands on Izaya's wrists, "I am helping."

A part of him actually believes it, feeling the warm pulse beat frantically beneath his fingertips. Izaya was too proud to admit that he needed this kind of touch sometimes and as far as lays, you didn't get much better than Delic -- or so it was rumored. He'd been slightly interested in how his technique fared compared to Tsguaru and as for Izaya, there was nothing Psyche ever felt shameful doing in front of his predecessor.

With a quick lick over his lips, he casts a quick glance to Delic and shifts to allow access to half of Izaya's body. He's not sure what the host has in mind but he's ready to comply.

Of course you didn't get much better than Delic, Psyche, don't even try to pull that. You'd wound him so.

His next movement has him moving around to Izaya's front and settling just before his head. He's careful not to get close enough for Izaya to hurt him, exposed as he is, but it is enough for him to lean forward and press both hands on the informant's shoulders and rub his thumbs into them soothingly.

"Damn, you are pretty tense, Iza-chan." He shares a knowing look with Psyche and makes a gesture for the brunet to peel Izaya's shirt off. Leaning back just a bit, he circles both hands under Izaya's chin and lifts up, both granting Psyche room to disrobe him and also giving him a chance to see Izaya's expression.

"With that child, it would be a wonder to not be tense."

The rub did relieve some knots-- sitting in the same position for hours straight was actually murder on his shoulders-- but there wasn't much more comfort to be had. He snapped his head away from the blond's hold... or tried to. The grip was firm enough to limit the mobility of his neck. Izaya grit his teeth in irritation, and furrowed brows were further evidence of such. Not being able to see made things all the worse, but his eyes would have been the firmest proof of his displeasure.

Psyche eagerly complies with Delic's gesture, fingertips ghosting Izaya's skin as he gently tugs his arms out of the sleeves and over the neck. He's careful not to shift the blindfold. It's his trump card until Izaya learns how to relax. He digs his fingers into Izaya's side roughly, immediately abandoning the Get Izaya to Relax plan. "That's not very nice, Iza-cha~an..."

It's hard to tear his eyes away from Psyche, especially when he's glimpsing a side of the pink-clad brunet he very rarely sees. Like this, Psyche could easily command all of the attention if he so wanted to, if only because this sudden shift in personality was so very different from the norm. He would be lying if he said he wasn't content to just lay back and watch Psyche and Izaya go at it, but then where was the fun in all that?

Besides, he mused as he worked a particularly tough knot with his fingers, getting Izaya to relax was probably a team effort. Shizuo was only able to accomplish such a thing because, hell, he was practically a team himself. There were no doubts as to the blond's stamina, and, if anything, Delic took such a thing as a challenge rather than a blow to his pride.

"Lube," he mouths to Psyche, and gestures to the nightstand. One of his hands departs from the task of massaging Izaya's shoulders to circle around to cup his cheek, thumb tracing the corners of his lips almost affectionately... before he pries the brunet's mouth open and shoves his fingers inside.

"As much as I know Shizuo loves to call you 'flea'," he rubbed his fingers purposely up and down the brunet's slick muscle, wetting them thoroughly. "I'm gonna have to ask you to just be 'Izaya' for today and not bite. Mmkay?"

The sudden intrusion causes Izaya to flinch a bit, he being taken aback by such a transparent breach of his personal space. Pulling away seemed almost impossible as the fingers not only moisten but also adamantly keep his head in place.

So he sits still. His face relaxes, no longer contorting in anger. He begins to follow along with Delic's fingers and traces his tongue along their bony structures. It isn't sloppy or noisy, and that combined with his rather astute hearing allows him to take note of the wooden shuffle caused by Psyche to one of his sides. His hand grasps at the blond's wrist, loosely, pulling at it to move out just enough to have one fleshy tip rest on his canine. His lips make the motion to suck softly, one might think, but inside clamps down firmly on the soft-hard finger. It reddens, but is one millimeter away from not bleeding.

"But I can nibble, right?"

Psyche rolls off to rummage through Shizuo's nightstand for the lubricant. He can't imagine Shizuo hiding it anywhere too inconspicuous, being the impatient kind of guy that he is. Psyche restrains the urge to shout, "Found it!" out loud but holds it up triumphantly all the same.

By the time he bounces back on the mattress, Izaya's lips are pillowing Delic's knuckles and all Psyche knows is that a little flush of heat flares up in his cheeks. Unlike the treasure hunt for Shizuo's lube, this isn't something Psyche can keep quiet about. He shoves the bottle at Delic, hovering over Izaya's face and trying to find space to wedge his fingers in. It's difficult when Izaya is attempting to make snacks out of Delic's digits. "That's not fair! Me too!"

"That hurts, Iza-chan." You couldn't really tell, though, considering he's still grinning as cheekily as ever. Go figure.

The pressure on his finger is eased up somewhat when Psyche bounces into view and crams even more into Izaya's mouth without hesitation. The host arches a brow, considering Psyche for a moment... then leans over and plants a quick peck on his lips, more out of praise than anything else.

"I think he's good and ready, Psyche." He draws his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and smears the saliva experimentally between his fingertips. "What do you think?"

"The same goes for you," he mumbles. The strain on his jaw was alleviated someone as Delic removed his hand. Izaya's own hand moved to cradle the pained muscles and tendons. At least, that could be said for the side that Psyche wasn't still pressing against. Izaya never thought for a second to clamp down on any of his fingers; he wouldn't here the end of his incessant crying.

He struggles to get the words, "Ready for what?" out of his mouth. The lack of sight heightened his other senses. As quiet as that peck may have been, the sound alone caused Izaya to tense up. His brow was tightly scrunched again, though for what reason he didn't know.

Psyche can't help but giggle at the sudden kiss. It was surprising in itself but also how chaste. Before that moment, Psyche wasn't sure if Delic could even kiss without using tongue. But it's sweet and quick and over too soon. He slips his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and trails it up one of Delic's moist fingers. After carefully consideration, he claps his hands together excitedly and purrs, "I think so too!"

Izaya's reflexively straining doesn't go unnoticed either. Psyche momentarily dips toward Izaya, lips hovering just above Izaya's. If there's a perk about suppressing Izaya's eyesight, it's toying with him like this. "Jealous?"

While he's speaking, he stands up his fingers on the tips and walks them over Izaya's waist. He undoes the button of Izaya's pants, tilting his head toward Delic and nodding.

"Oh please. Don't tell me Shizuo-kun doesn't kiss you?" Delic gave a mock gasp, but he's already easing Izaya up onto his knees, careful not to pull him too far away from Psyche's hold. They had a schedule to keep, after all.

Upon seeing that Psyche has nearly worked Izaya's pants open, he slides his saliva-coated fingers around the brunet's waist and wastes no time in delving down underneath the fabric of his underwear. He finds the taut hole without difficulty but, rather than penetrate the brunet straight-away like he wants to, he instead presses in to the little ring just enough for Izaya to feel it.... before pulling away and roughly squeezing his ass.

The space between their bodies has considerably lessened and he takes complete advantage of that to ghost his lips over Izaya's cheek. Hot breath pants across the informant's face, lips parting and trailing over Izaya's nose, cheek, brow, forehead... purposely avoiding his mouth. And if he does, it's just fleeting, a barely there pressure that would undoubtedly leave the informant wanting more, especially since he chose that moment to suddenly plunge his middle finger inside of him up to the knuckle.

"What's here to be jealous of...? And please. I'd never kiss Shizu-chan." Not like that, anyway. That kind of affection was too cloyingly sweet, just like that idiot's taste in snacks, and Izaya swore to himself nothing would or could convince him to do that to anyone ever. It was childish.

Izaya became more irate as the both of them continue to toy with him. The fingers, coated with his own saliva as he soon realized, felt far cooler against his skin than expected. He was comfortable enough with Psyche's touch, but the brief and slight kisses that Delic was raining upon him were met grunts of disapproval. The first attempt by the host to enter him was met with little but a slight tremble of his spine, but the second shook him enough to almost collapse against them both. His teeth clenched, and against his will those muscles tightened noticeably enough.

"Relax." Psyche's not one to make a display of authority but it comes out nearly as a command. He gently tugs down Izaya's zipper and eases the pants and underwear lower. It's apparent that Izaya isn't about to relax anytime soon so he joins Delic with peppering sugary sweet kisses on the pale skin. He starts with a kiss just over his brow, careful not to pull Izaya's garments more than halfway down the thigh for risk of making the informant feel exposed. He returns his hand between Izaya's thighs, taking hold of the warm length and attempting to coax it upright in gentle, careful strokes.

The thought of those tight, hot muscles squeezing down on his dick is enough to make it jump in his boxers, but he's quick to compose himself and instead bends and flexes his finger experimentally. With the way things were going, though, Delic may be experiencing Izaya from the front instead of the back. He was not against letting Psyche get first dibs, but he was still a little wary of Izaya actually biting anything he could get his mouth on, so.... better Psyche got him nice and compliant first before Delic stuck his piece between the informant's lips. Right?

"Hey, Psyche," He presses lips to the column of Izaya's exposed throat and nips once in retribution. "Do you want the front or the back?"

Izaya recoils at Psyche's pecking, Delic's bite, everything. It hurts a lot more now, it feels more now. The slightest brush of a fingertip, a tongue, the sheets and he can't help but flinch. He's scared. He doesn't know what's happening to him, even though he can feel it. The way those fingers curl around him sweetly, kindly, gently. It makes him sick. He ignores the host's plotting even though he knows the other brunet will more than happily comply. All he can do is muster a barely audible plea.

"S-stop it, please..."

Or maybe not. Maybe they should just get their disgusting gratification out of the way.

Psyche's eyes light up at Delic's question. He hadn't planned on the host being so generous with the positions and Psyche wasn't about to let this opportunity with Izaya slip by. "Really? Then I call dibs on the back!"

Unable to contain his excitement, he nudges Delic with his shoulder and attempts to scoot into place. If his dick were already out, he'd probably be trying to push in already, as slight prepared as Izaya is. He takes care of that, unfastening his clothes and wrapping one hand around his steadily hardening length. He strokes the two of them similarly, turned on by the thought that he and Izaya are in perfect synchronization. Well, minus the blindfold and Delic's fingers probing into him but Psyche wasn't in a rush to experience that.

"You'll like it, Iza-chan. I'm going to be re~ally gentle!" Psyche promises, leaning over Izaya's shoulder to present his promise with a kiss on the edge of his mouth. He won't push his luck with a lip-on-lip kiss but it's still close enough to push the envelope. Naturally, he's certain that "gentle" is the last thing Izaya would want; all the more reason to be gentle.

Huh. For some reason he thought Psyche's pretty little dick would be as pink as the rest of him. Though the thought of a penis as pink as the brunet's fingernails was a frightening picture, when he thought about it...

He still spends a rather unnecessary amount of time staring at it, until he manages to tear his gaze away to look at something much, much nicer. The sight of the two brunets kissing is the stuff most of his fantasies are made out of (though it would be even better with the lingerie, he concludes --- and a Hibiya thrown into the mix), and so he is content to just remain a spectator to the innocent kiss and lets his mind supply the rest. He doesn't let up on the attention he's giving to Izaya, though, and continues to probe his insides with his finger until he's confident enough to add a second and a third one.

"Whenever you're ready, Psyche."

It felt good. No, it felt amazing. The soft skin of Psyche's lips grazing against his own, almost. Delic's thrusting fingers gave him a sort of annoying, tantalizing pleasure; he was so close and yet so far away from hitting against the right spot... but he was probably doing that on purpose besides. Izaya gropes around carefully to pull his double closer. He didn't want him fooling around any longer. He parts his lips once he finds the other pair, trying to trap his mouth and prevent him from answering the host's query. If Psyche wanted to answer him, he'd need to do it some other way.

Psyche's lips tug into a grin at Delic's question, all too soon mashed together firmly with Izaya's. He won't complain at that though, instead pushing Izaya down with the force of his mouth. He dips his tongue between Izaya's lips and grinds their tongues together ever so slowly.

There's an encouraging, nearly playful hum of his as he lines himself just above Delic's fingers. Knowing his rear is exposed to Delic, he gives a teasing shake of his pert ass, fully aware of what he's doing. That kiss is enough to make him want to hog Izaya all to himself; Delic should be grateful he's giving him a view.

Delic's soft groan from where he's sitting should be enough to let Psyche know just how grateful he is to play witness to such an erotic sight. Finally, finally he pulls his fingers away from Izaya's rear and strokes himself lazily, using the sight of the two brunettes kissing as material to get his dick nice and hard.

"You're not gonna forget about me, are you, Iza-chan?" His voice is little more than a husky rumble against the nape of Izaya's neck, which he mouths at almost possessively before parting his lips and biting down, sharp. Probably not as bad as Shizu-chan could do, but it was enough to let Izaya know he was still there.