Promt from the Durarara! kinkmeme:
Raijin-era Izaya/Shizuo - Teamwork, Bondage
Filled with punks, thugs and criminals, Raijin High School was the worst school of Ikebukuro even before Shizuo and Izaya got there. Shizuo's there for obvious reasons, the last school that would let him in. Izaya stabbed his best friend in middle school, isn't he just the worst? Neither of them want to be there.
Reluctant teamwork to full blown Izuo. With no Shinra at this school, they have to lick their own wounds, literally. Izaya tops Shizuo, giving all the fluffy sex he can muster, but when he wants some kinky bondage, Shizuo does not want.
Izaya manipulates up a storm so he can keep control of Shizuo, but the seniors figured him out and are bent for revenge. Izaya gets the receiving end of bondage. Maybe Shizuo's figured him out too.
The building itself already looked uninviting, and the dark clouds hovering above it, quietly growling as a thunderstorm approached, gave it an almost eerie aura.
With its high, concrete walls and the rather small windows, barely noticeable among the vast amount of dull gray, it greatly resembled a prison, or an abandoned air raid shelter.
The so called school hovered intimidatingly above the boy, who was rather short for his age, as he approached, feeling very much like a criminal walking towards the electric chair to be executed.
The random yells that sounded a lot like the howls of angry, hungry animals, that came from within the building, didn't serve to encourage the doomed teen.
A fat lady stood at the entrance, which he reached just as it began to rain and the first bolt of lightening illuminated the sky, scaring away a few birds that had been searching the courtyard for bread crumbs.
She looked like she had been waiting for him, her arms crossed as she practically scanned him over the rim of her reading glasses with piercingly sharp eyes much like those of an eagle.
"Orihara Izaya?" The woman asked. He nodded silently.
"My name is Kojima Eiko, I'm the principal of this school. It's nice to meet you." Her introduction was accompanied by a crash of thunder that made him jump just slightly.
Needless to say, the sound of her stern voice, the frown on her bloated face, everything about her and this place practically spelled: 'Welcome to Hell'