Title: Once Bitten

Rating: Hard R. Not for the faint of heart, kids.

Warnings: Gangbang. Non-con. I'm not even kidding, this gets kind of brutal at the end... I think I went overboard. –sweatdrops-.

Pairing: Nonexistent Baseball Team x Shizuo, Izaya x Shizuo.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: High School AU. Izaya catches Shizuo while he's vulnerable and, of course, takes advantage. With some help. Gangbang, Non-con.

Notes: This started out as a way for me to fulfil my dirty, dirty fantasies of Shizuo as a victim of uke-ism. And I must admit, it was harder than I thought. Took me a while, but I finished it! Anyway, I do believe I was a bit harsh to Shizu-chan at the end here, so, if brutal rape is not your thing, please don't read. I'm not gonna be held responsible for your innocence. Besides that, I think I left it kind of hanging... A sequel is in order, I should say. Ah, I can smell the angst...!

Chapter Uno

Shizuo should've known better than to ask Shinra – of all people- for painkillers when he'd gotten to school with a god-awful headache that morning. The last time he'd asked Shinra for flu medicine, he'd ended up flat on his back on the floor, blanked out and high as a kite. He'd never figured out what exactly Shinra had put in that bloody bottle, but it hadn't made his flu go away and in fact gave him more problems when his parents began suspecting him of taking drugs. So he'd been forced to endure not only a stuffed nose and double vision but also his parents' futile attempts at trying to convince him to stop taking the drugs he was apparently abusing.

It had been one of the worst days of Shizuo's life.

It was, therefore, astoundingly stupid of him to ask Shinra for painkillers that fateful morning. He didn't know what possessed him to ask his sometimes-friend – it probably had something to do with the fact that his head felt like someone was drilling through it with a sledgehammer – for painkillers but he had and Shinra had been more than happy to oblige.

If Shizuo had known what following after the future-mad doctor would entail, he'd probably have just left school and gone back home, burying himself under layers of bedclothes and not coming out until his headache went away. Unfortunately, he had followed after Shinra to the school infirmary, instead of running home, so the blonde ended up sitting on the edge of one of the infirmary's beds, watching nervously as Shinra rummaged through the supplies cupboard.

"Now where did I put it..." murmured the bespectacled boy to himself, scowling as he pushed aside glass bottles filled with different pills and capsules.

Shizuo watched him, feeling uneasy, but just as he was about to decide not to accept any 'medicine' from Shinra, a wave of nausea hit him and he cringed in pain, trying not to puke all over his school shoes. He really needed something to make the pain go away.

"AHA!" shouted Shinra triumphantly, pulling out a black-glass bottle and brandishing it in the air as if it were some sort of holy relic.

Shizuo, a hand covering half his face, stared up at him warily. "Whassat?" he mumbled through his fingers.

"Something that's gonna make you feel all better," said Shinra reassuringly, tipping the bottle over so that two tiny, pink, circular pills dropped onto his free hand. "Open wide, Shizuo-kun~!"

Shizuo wanted to protest, not quite sure he trusted the suspicious pink objects – or Shinra – entirely, but then that prickling feeling in the back of his throat returned full force from this morning's puking session and he immediately grabbed both the pills from Shinra's hand and swallowed them down dry. Shinra blinked, stared at him, and then gaped, his jaw dropping open.

"Sh-Shizuo!" he shouted, looking alarmed. "Shizuo, you were supposed to take only one!"

Ignoring him, Shizuo gripped the bridge of his nose with a thumb and index finger tightly, eyes closing shut. The pills had actually tasted almost sweet and he didn't feel like puking anymore. But his headache was still there, making his head throb painfully and the back of his head feel heavy so he opened his eyes and looked at Shinra.

"It still hurts," he said through gritted teeth, lowering his hand from his face to give Shinra a full-on glare.

Shinra gulped visibly. "Well, it takes a while for it to take effect, but Shizuo, I'm serious, you can't just take two at the same time like that. I don't know what kind of side effects it might have on you!"

Shizuo blew a breath and shrugged carelessly, wincing as his head throbbed again. "It's medicine, right? What's the worst that could happen?"

Shizuo would swallow those words, hours later.

His body was burning up.

There was no other way to describe it. His skin felt oversensitive and underneath all that was a steadily growing feeling of overwhelming warmth, like black, molten lava flowing through his veins. Every touch ignited a fire inside him that shot straight to his groin and Shizuo was reminded of his earlier days when anything could give him a boner.

He'd never noticed before how much contact he had with people at school, considering he'd always been alone thanks to his reputation. Not until the rest of that school day, which he had to go through with a stiffy the whole time. How was it possible that he happened to brush against someone almost every five minutes?

Shizuo almost whimpered out loud when his classmates all stood up and began filing out of the classroom, realizing with dread that he had PE as the last period that day. It wouldn't have been so bad if all they were going to do was exercises, but their teacher had already mentioned something about a soccer game and Shizuo knew from experience how very touchy his classmates could be in a competitive game. He was bound to be in skin contact with someone in the half hour they would be spending on the field.

Worse still, the school-issued PE uniforms of Raijin consisted of white t-shirts and short shorts. Any other day and it wouldn't have been much of a problem for Shizuo. But today was not any other day and he was not prepared to die of embarrassment from a teacher or any of his classmates catching him with a hard on. At school.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Even if he had a note from his parents to excuse him from PE, Shizuo still needed to change into the uniform, if only for appearances sake. And with his reputation, anyway, he could get away with not participating in any activities if he didn't want to. He still had to get into the uniform, though. Even with his delinquent reputation, Shizuo didn't really want to break any school rules if he didn't have to. He hated proving those rumours of him being a trouble child true (because they weren't).

So as slowly as he could humanly manage, Shizuo dragged his feet towards the boys' locker rooms, alone as the rest of his class were probably out on the field by then. The halls were empty and so were the locker rooms. Shizuo let out a relieved sigh and quickly made his way towards the showers. His skin still felt like it was on fire, so he turned the tap and washed his face with the freezing cold water several times, hoping it would make the seemingly-permanent flush on his cheeks disappear. He stopped when his fingers began feeling numb, even though the rest of him was still as hot as before, and reluctantly made his way to his locker, pulling out his PE uniform.

After stripping, he pulled on the PE t-shirt and the black shorts. He was caught off-guard at the softness of the material against his oversensitive skin, never noticing before what it had felt like, and shivered, feeling his teenage manhood hardening again slowly. Blushing darkly, Shizuo glared down at his crotch.

"Stupid Shinra," he growled lowly, pulling down his PE t-shirt to hide the rather obvious bulge in his shorts. Luckily, the t-shirt was one size too large for him and stretched all the way down to mid-thighs, effectively concealing his erection.

He was unaware that he was no longer alone in the locker room until a familiar, hated voice spoke behind him.

"Shizu-chan~! Are you being naughty?"

Note: Three guesses who that last line belongs to, and the first two don't count. ;D.

TBC.