Title:- Spin

Pairing:- Izuo

Rating:- M

Warnings:- language, violence, yaoi

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- Sequel to Third wheel (Chapter 98 in the previous archive)

Requested by:- Guest

A/N:- The next one will be for Mizuki-chan

Shizuo didn't make a sound as the full force of the wheel rolled across his fingers. His bones creaked but didn't break. The pain was in his heart not his body, his body couldn't feel a thing. Above him Izaya rolled the chair forward crushing another finger. For redemption Shizuo had given himself to the man who's life he'd ruined and agreed to become his plaything. Izaya hated him and made sure he knew it. Every word was an unveiled barb meant to hurt. It didn't. Shizuo was used to it and just thankful he could hear them. If he had gone too far and Izaya had died, he wasn't sure if he'd still be alive either.

What did hurt was seeing Izaya in the wheelchair and the blanket covering his shattered leg. The guilt had never gone away and hadn't eased being in front of the flea. If anything it worsened leading him to make ridiculous choices. Izaya rolled the chair forward crushing the last finger on his hand and slamming into his head. The corner of the foot rest sliced the corner of his forehead. Shizuo blinked feeling blood wet and warm beading from the cut and into his hairline.

Izaya's vermilion eyes lit up seeing the cut bleed proving that he could be hurt. Shizuo closed his eyes in resignation feeling the chair roll back over his hand. He did wonder when Izaya would become bored of running him over. The chair could only reach so high but that didn't stop the flea ramming into him and pinching his skin beneath the wheel.

In the two days Shizuo had been there, he'd realised he'd moved in with the flea and that he probably wouldn't be allowed to leave unless he was broken or dead. He didn't have a bed, instead having to lay on the floor without a futon. Izaya didn't like the material getting caught in the wheels. Besides that it softened the blows.

This was only his morning wake up call. Shizuo had promised absolute obedience and to never go into Izaya's bedroom unless specifically asked. Shinra had tried to explain but had fallen silent with a word from the flea. He knew why. In the chair Izaya acted like he was invincible. The chair itself was a weapon to be used against him. Outside the chair Shizuo knew it would be a struggle. Izaya didn't have a caretaker which meant he did everything himself, including getting in and out of the chair and using the toilet. Izaya didn't want help and he didn't want anyone seeing him weak.

"Wake up, Shizu-chan." Izaya called down to him cheerily slamming the wheels into the side of his head.

Shizuo waited until Izaya rolled backwards before sitting up and flexing his fingers. There was no damage apart from the cuts on his forehead and they weren't that deep, already the blood had dried.

"Ah, you are awake. Breakfast." Izaya ordered rolling away.

Shizuo pushed himself up brushing himself down. It seemed like he had been made housekeeper as well. The apartment didn't hinder Izaya's movements. There was plenty of space, a desk high enough that the chair wasn't a problem and the kitchen counter low enough to be in reach. Izaya could live just fine on his own.

Shizuo prepared the coffee to Izaya's specification. Breakfast was always a problem because the flea's tastes varied. Nine times out of ten the coffee and whatever he made would probably be thrown at him. At least that's what had happened every time within the past two days.

x-x-x

Shizuo didn't mind looking after the apartment. The cleaning wasn't so bad. Wiping the bath seat and handle on the wall was the easiest job. Then there was the rails that were drilled into the wall on both sides of the toilet.

The bed was lower than average but again had a rail to help Izaya up. On the other side of the bed were three small weights for building upper arm strength. Shizuo had realised that when he'd first seen them. Everything was within reach. Against the wall was a motorised wheel chair that he didn't think as been used yet, considering Izaya hadn't mentioned going outside. Shizuo didn't question it. He was only here for one reason.

It wasn't even lunch time yet when he was done. Izaya was behind the desk on his laptop. Shizuo would have left him to it but he wasn't a glorified cleaner. He was here as Izaya's toy. He was here to be punished in whatever way the flea thought suitable.

"I'm done."

Izaya looked up at him. "So I see. I'm not. Wait there."

Shizuo nodded standing against the wall like a piece of furniture and waited as instructed.

x-x-x

Izaya rolled out from behind the desk into the large space and braked. "Come here Shizu-chan."

Shizuo nodded walking over to the chair. He could see the anger and hatred in Izaya's eyes just for him to be able to do it. The edge of Izaya's sharp switch blade touched pointed at his belly. "Get undressed and sit in my lap."

Shizuo did as he was told. His clothes would only suffer and Izaya got irritated if he couldn't remove them fast enough. After he fully undressed, he slipped Izaya's pants off stopping at the knees. He didn't want to see the damage he'd done and neither did Izaya, the flea's nails digging into his wrist.

As careful as he could Shizuo slotted his legs through the arms lowering himself onto Izaya lap. "Prep yourself."

Izaya didn't like touching him preferring to slam in, but without preparation it hurt both of them. Shizuo sucked on his fingers bringing them behind him opening himself up. Izaya watched as he always did neither pleased nor bothered. When he was done Shizuo seated himself on Izaya's arousal set to pleasure the raven he'd so easily broken.

Izaya's grip on him was harsh biting more than kissing. It wasn't that they had feelings for each other it was just something to do. Shizuo allowed it relaxing as Izaya bit into his throat as if he wanted to tear it out.

Izaya tired quicker than usual and Shizuo knew he must have had a sleepless night. It must have been pity showing on his face because Izaya scowled angrily and pushed him back. He fell and Izaya fell with him crying out in pain as the chair tipped forward. It was the most awful sound he'd ever heard.

"Oi, you okay?" Shizuo lay naked with Izaya sprawled on top of him. His hand was slapped away when he attempted to help and he knew he'd made a mistake. "Flea?"

Izaya looked furious glaring up at him. "How the fuck am I okay you dumb neanderthal protozoic moron? Did you ever think I would forgive you? You could suck me off for a lifetime and it wouldn't make a bloody difference!"

Shizuo felt the effort Izaya used to pull himself up so their eyes met, he tried not to look at the limb he'd made useless. "I'm sorry."

Izaya slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you ever look at me like that again."

Shizuo nodded which only seemed to anger the flea further. Izaya's trembling hands found purchase around his neck and squeezed. Shizuo closed his eyes. Izaya was getting stronger having to use his arms all the time, Shizuo could feel the malice and hatred pouring into his skin as Izaya strangled him. Another slap and then another until his enemy was punching him in the face unable to use anything else.

"I'm sorry." Shizuo murmured. "Do you want me to-"

"Get out. Go wait in the bathroom or something." Izaya rolled off of him face creased in pain. Shizuo sat up and reached out. "I told you to fuck off!"

Shizuo stood up and crouched lifting Izaya up, the flea hit him pounding him with his fists. "Don't you dare! If you help me I will break you! I will destroy you, Shizu-chan. I don't need your help, I don't need-"

Shizuo placed him in the chair and lowered himself in front of it. Izaya lashed out punching him in the head. He knew the flea was seething, knew his help had been unwanted. "Break it."

"Huh?"

"Your finger break it." Izaya spat. "Like you said your bones are as strong as steel. The only one that can break your bones is you. So break it."

Shizuo chose his pinky looking at Izaya as he gripped it and snapped it using his own strength. There was a sickening crack, pain spiking through his hand. When he let go the digit flopped down limply. "Is that enough?" He asked still looking at Izaya.

The raven seemed to have calmed down looking satisfied. "For now. Does it hurt?"

Shizuo swallowed looking at his floppy finger. "A little."

Izaya nodded rolling away from him. "It's a good starting point."

x-x-x

"It's broken." Shinra said examining his hand. "How?"

"I broke it." Shizuo shrugged.

Shinra inhaled through his teeth. "Shizuo, why would you-"

"You were the one that wanted me here."

Shinra adjusted his glasses, a habit when he was nervous Celty had revealed. "I thought it would be best if you talked, not for you to end up broken."

Shizuo shrugged the break was swollen looking grotesque. It was Izaya that had told him to call Shinra. Right now the flea was in his bedroom with the door firmly closed.

"You've known Izaya longer than anyone. Did you really think it would turn out any different?" Shizuo asked quietly.

Shinra hung his head.

x-x-x

Shizuo kneeled between Izaya's legs his mouth around Izaya's dick. He'd gotten used to it now, much like eating something you didn't like off your plate. It was during sexual activities that they could forget what had happened and focus on getting off. Izaya cared about his own pleasure and despite wanting redemption, Shizuo couldn't bare being left unfinished and craving more.

Soft knitted wool brushed against the back or his neck. Shizuo raised his head letting Izaya wrap the scarf around his neck as if preparing him for a snowy day. The flea held both ends and with a cold grin pulled hard. The two ends pulled taut cutting off his airways.

Shizuo gasped clawing at his throat but he didn't really struggle. Izaya wouldn't kill him, not yet so he let it continue. His chest heaved unable to breathe, his face felt like it was puffed up, eyes wide and large. Shizuo let his arms drop to the side staring at Izaya. The flea looked satisfied again, a cold gleam in his eye.

Shizuo felt light headed swaying on his knees. Izaya released the two ends and suddenly he could breathe. His body trembled air filling his lungs. Falling to his hands and knees Shizuo gasped clutching his throat. When he recovered he realised he'd come.

x-x-x

Within a week Shizuo had one useless hand. Izaya had made him break every bone in his fingers during climax. Shizuo cradled his grotesque hand running his fingers over the swollen bumps. Shinra had said he'd be around later to sort them out. Shizuo didn't particularly care but Izaya did. When the bones healed he'd be able to break them again.

His body was littered in bite marks and bruises, the darker ones around his threat like a collar. Shizuo closed his eyes hearing the bedroom door open. Izaya was awake. It was a new day. As always he only opened his eyes when the chair smashed into his head.

Shizuo cried out when the wheels ran over his broken fingers. That hurt. His hand was vulnerable and Izaya knew it focusing punishment on that one. "Does it hurt?" Izaya asked taking his hand in his lap.

"Yes." Shizuo groaned. Izaya grinned pressing down on each swollen bump.

"Over the desk." Izaya dropped his hand and rolled the chair backwards.

Shizuo climbed out of the futon already naked. One less order the flea had to give him. Izaya was already waiting stroking the handle of a thick whip. Without a word the blond trudged over and bent himself over the desk.

There was a long pause where he could hear the creak of new leather. Seconds later there was a sharp sting across his buttocks. Shizuo looked behind him seeing Izaya snap the whip back and launch it again harder than the first.

The lashes came hard and fast, not giving him a chance to relax. His behind tingled a few stray lashes making their mark across his lower back and the top of his thighs.

Shizuo jolted biting his lip. He wasn't really sure what to think of his erection pinned between his belly and the desk. Izaya continued hitting him and Shizuo found the pain had lessened into a dull throb that didn't feel so bad.

"Shizu-chan, does it hurt?" Izaya asked when he groaned.

"No."

"Then how does it feel?"

Shizuo swallowed wondering how the flea would react. "Good."

"Shizu-chan, come here."

Butt still stinging Shizuo stood up and walked over to Izaya. On the flea's command he climbed into Izaya's lap awaiting the next order.

Izaya held up his switch blade poking it at the top of his leg. Shizuo knew he'd bleed. Izaya would cut him to shreds. Except the knife was placed in his hand. "Write monster."

Shizuo's hand trembled a little but he pressed the sharp point into his skin and dragged it across his skin. The wound bled immediately, a bloody red mess smeared across his thigh.

"Does that hurt?" Izaya asked stroking his hand.

Shizuo nodded.

"More than the pain I was in?"

Shizuo shook his head.

"No, I didn't think so." Izaya pushed him away this time staying in the chair. Shizuo fell back with his legs open one hand holding the knife. He howled in pain as one last lash caught him clean between the legs. Shizuo whimpered rolling over and clutching himself. "When you're done with that write something else, your choice."

x-x-x

Shizuo clenched his fist squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. He hadn't expected Izaya to be out of the chair but the flea was laying on top of him.

His hips protested to what was being attempted. Izaya held the toy up. When he'd seen it he'd felt fear knowing the thing wouldn't fit but Izaya would make it fit.

Cold lubricant warmed quickly between his cheeks. Izaya wedged the head of the toy inside holding it with both hands and pushing. It was agony, the small hard rubber spikes scratching against his inner walls. Shizuo gasped a scream being ripped from his throat as the thick girth was forced inside, all 11 inches of it.

Sweat poured off of him, Shizuo clawed at the floor close to begging. He was breaking. "It hurts."

"I haven't even got it in half way yet." Izaya told him happily.

Shizuo withdrew into himself feeling the first of thirteen inches shoved into him. Izaya kept pressing. "It hurts." He cried tears streaming down his cheeks.

Izaya paused caressing his cheek. "As much as I do waking up every morning?"

Shizuo trembled shaking his head. Izaya pressed on the toy another inch sliding into him. Closing his eyes he bit into his broken hand fighting the pain with another. Izaya cheerfull yannounced there was eight inches to go.

x-x-x

"Did you drug him?" Shinra asked.

Izaya looked down at the blond passed out on the floor. "No."

"He's unconscious."

"Things got a bit intense." Izaya shrugged rolling the chair toward them. "You wanted to fix his hand so fix it."

Shinra noticed the swelling not just around the fingers but around the wrist. "When did he break his wrist?"

"Today." Izaya yawned.

"You're going too far."

Izaya raised a brow. "You were the one that sent him here."

"Is it necessary to go this far?" Shinra winced when the blond whimpered in his sleep.

"Of course it is Shinra, I haven't even begun. I've lost the use of my leg for a lifetime. It hasn't even been a month yet and you expect me to let him off?" Izaya laughed.

"...I'll fix his hand. I can't do anything about the deep bruising around his throat." Shinra said accusingly.

Izaya shrugged. "The protozoan is still breathing. The collar should cover it."

Shinra grimaced. "Collar? Like a dog?"

Izaya merely smirked. "Do what you can and leave Shizu-chan where he is."

x-x-x

Shizuo woke up in Izaya's bedroom in Izaya's bed. His elbow was chained to the bed post, his hand in a cast. With his other hand he felt something around his throat. A collar cold to the touch.

"Shinra said you need to keep your arm elevated or it won't heal." Izaya said sitting in the wheelchair at the end of the bed. For the time being it looks like you'll be staying in my bed."

Shizuo said nothing knowing full well how Izaya felt about him being in his room.

"So you're going to do as I say, when I say it." Izaya lifted up a small remote and pressed the button. Sharp shocks spat from the collar. Shizuo jolted but the chains kept his arm in place. Izaya rolled the chair around the bed to his side resting a hand on his crotch.

Slouching against the pillows he grew uncomfortable knowing he didn't deserve such warmth. His place was the floor until Izaya found a place to bury him. "I'm sorry."

Izaya smiled coldly scraping his nails along his dick. "How sorry? Do you actually know the meaning of that word Shizu-chan? You carve it in your skin but are you really sorry or is it that you just can't bear the guilt? Make yourself useful."

Shizuo took the knife looking at words carved into his skin. Izaya wasn't telling him what to do so once again he carved sorry into his thigh watching as his blood flowed. Izaya grinned watching him another toy held in his lap.

End