*JUST TO MAKE YOU AWARE, THIS SCENE GETS SLIGHTLY RAUNCHY I'M SORRY FOR ANY DISAPPOINTMENT, CONFUSION OR INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS THIS MAY CAUSE ANYBODY :)*
Izazya's POV
It took four hours, thirty six minutes and twelve seconds from the second they slammed those doors to the time the truck stopped. I had counted every single, painful second of that journey. I didn't want to speak to anyone - not that they were allowed to speak to me unless they were asking questions Nixon needed to know the answers to.
"What'd you do?" The woman asked in a rough, husky voice.
"Some shit I shouldn't do," I replied snarkily. The woman raised her eyebrow at me, as if to expect a better answer if she did that.
After a few minutes, she repeated the question, "What'd you do?" I shrugged in reply. She sighed heavily; obviously realising how frustrating her job was about to get.
"Look kid-"
"Don't say that." I stared her down through the almost pitch-black darkness. "I'm no kid and I'm probably a lot better in combat than you. Handcuffs or not, I'll take you out." I threatened.
She smirked at me. "We'll see about that during your rehabilitation, Mr. Denail." I nodded to her, turning my head away from her - I was done with the conversation, she quite obviously was not.
"What'd you do?" She asked, for the third time.
"Coke, weed and ecstasy." I replied.
She rolled her eyes, "should know better than that with a job like yours."
"Not really a job, I got dragged into this." I muttered. She obviously heard, and patted my shoulder.
"We all did, kid."
Nixon's POV
They had to drag Izazya into the room - he was making it his mission to not let them take him prisoner. I liked that, at least he still had his spirit about him. They pinned him and had to handcuff his hands behind the back of the chair they had forced him to sit in. I waited for him to calm down.
"Nixon!" He yelled, his voice hoarse. "Nixon, why the fuck are you doing this?"
"Calm down, Denail. Then we can speak." I replied calmly.
"Why the fuck would I calm down?!" He screamed, ratlling the handcuffs against the chair. "I just got fucking arrested because of my mother, and now I'm handcuffed to a chair by the guy who's supposed to be helping me!"
"I can play this game all day, Izazya."
I waited several more minutes. He cried; swearing like a soldier, rocking his chair back and forth to the point it fell over. The two soldiers who had brought him here went to pick him up off of the floor.
"Leave him," I snapped. They backed off immediately. I walked forwards slowly and crouched beside Izazya. "Are you craving it right now, Izazya? Is that why you're getting so angry, so restless?"
He nodded, shaking. He was sweating bullets. "Yes, I fucking do."
"How long since the last time you did drugs?"
"Three days, sir." Finally, he'd realised he had to still act with respect. I nodded.
"And what have you been doing?"
"Drugs-wise or...?" He trailed off.
"Yes."
"Cocaine, Marijuana and ecstacy." Izazya closed his eyes.
"And do you regret it?" All he could do was nod in reply as he broke down into tears. I nodded and looked at the soldiers. "Pick him up. Unhandcuff him and show him to his room. I want twenty-four hour surveillance on him. No exceptions." With that, I walked out of the room and began planning his rehabilliatation.
Izazya's POV
They took me to a small room, the size of a small cupboard - if that. Inside, there was a bed and a small chest of drawers for belongings. The woman dropped my bag on the floor and left, the door slamming and echoing eerily. I felt like I was in a prison cell; constantly being watched in this tiny room barely big enough to stand in. I sat on the bed, staring at my bag. My legs were shaking, my hands sweating and my eyes twitching every so often. These urges, they were so strong. It was like fighting a war I knew I wouldn't win. I bit my lip, trying to take my mind off of the feeling I was having. I clawed at my leg, desperately trying to get rid of the feeling.
I knew they were watching me right now; I knew they were going to assess me on how well I dealt with this over the next few days. Just give in to it, just let yourself break down, Izazya. Get the sympathy vote, you'll be out of here and with me soon enough I heard an extremely familiar voice say. I looked up; Joe was standing in the corner of the room.
"Joe?" I asked. I felt my eyes widen dramatically and fill with tears "Joe?" I repeated. He smiled at me, but didnt move. He just spoke.
"Yes, Izzy. It's me." His voice was soft, the way he'd speak to me when he knew I was sad, I couldn't help but smile like a lunatic.
"What are you doing here, Joe? I've been looking for you for months!" I laughed, about to stand up; Joe put his hand up as if to tell me to stay where I was. I nodded and got comfortable on the bed, resting my back and head against the wall.
"I guess you just haven't been looking hard enough, Izazya. It's a game of hide and seek, my job is to hide, yours is to seek." Joe explained to me. I nodded slowly, not quite understanding what he was saying at the time.
There was a silence for a few minutes, before Joe finally spoke up. "Look at you," he said breathlessly. His eyes were roaming my body hungrily. I couldn't help but smile. "You've lost weight though, Izzy." Joe tutted at me and shook his head, a smirk growing on his face. He finally began to move forward, his movements slow and smooth - like a predator stalking its prey.
"I'm sorry, Joey, I didn't mean to - I'll get on track again I promise." I apologised to him quickly, my own thoughts too busy being concentrated on places further... South.
"Now." Joe said, his voice hard and he stopped his movement towards me. I gave him a look of confusion.
"Now?" I asked. "You want me now or...?" I asked.
"On the floor. Give me twenty." Joe smirked, folding his arms. Just like the old him would, randomly stopping in the middle of a game to make me work out. I sighed, getting up and dropping into a push-up postion. "And you're counting with me, Izzy."
"Ooh, kinky." I laughed and winked at him, doing the first. "One..."
"Two"
"Three" I felt a weight on my back, he probably had his foot there.
"Four..."
I finished the press-ups and collapsed onto the floor; that was a lot harder than I had remembered. I groaned quietly, sitting up. I looked around frantically for Joe; luckily for me he was back in the corner.
"Bed, now." Joe said harshly. I nodded, getting up off of the floor in a rather ungraceful fashion and sitting on the bed. "Lay down." He demanded. I did so, closing my eyes and resting my hands above my head - I knew he liked taking charge every now and again.
I heard his footsteps as he crossed the room and the weight as he made his way onto the bed. I felt the warmth of his body as he crawled over me, and finally that one thing I had been missing for what felt like eternity. His kiss. It started slow, I felt his arms around my neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.
"Don't move Izazya, or you're going to ruin things for yourself, okay?" Joe whispered in my ear.
I nodded. "Eyes closed as well?" I asked.
"Yes, Izazya." Joe whispered again. I felt his hands against my skin as he pulled my shirt up, his mouth pressing against my bare stomach as his hands fumbled to undo my jeans. I felt him tug them down, and raised my hips slightly so that he could pull them down completely. He had my lower half naked within seconds.
"Oh god, Joe." I breathed through gritted teeth. I felt his hands on my thighs, stroking them slowly. "God I fucking want you, you teasing son-of-a-bitch."
"Language like that and you'll not be getting anything." I felt his hand wrap around me; his fingers were cold against the warmth of my skin. The shock made me open my eyes.
That's when everything stopped. My fantasy world crashed down before my very eyes; Joe wasn't there - he never was. This is the drugs, I said in my head, my eyes filling with tears which quickly spilt down my face.
"Fuck," I muttered, before turning over and allowing myself to break down.