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Summary - when Kida breaks the rules while trying to get information about Shizuo, Izaya is furious with him. Refusing to give him what they both want as punishment, Kida eventually snaps.

Requested by 'Tickle - sneezer - MMPR'


The young blonde shuffled uncomfortably under his employer's demon-like glare. Gripping his trousers like a life-line, he didn't want to hear what the man would say, because that look was never good. Especially when the information broker stalked up to where he sat shivering.

"I have a job for you," he declared, poison dripping from his voice. He was definitely in a bad mood. "I've known Shizu-chan for years, but he's never had a girlfriend. Or anyone." At that the teen looked up, golden eyes widening with fear at the mans cruel smile. "He's in his twenties: it's strange and I'm curious. So you have some information to get for me. Does he function like a normal man... can he even get it up?"

The boy leaned back in his chair as Izaya placed his hands on the arm rests, trapping the frightened teen.

"He likes cute things, like kittens and puppies. Think you can do something with that? I think you can. Of course, there are two rules. No sex whatsoever. Not even a kiss. I don't want other people touching my things. Especially him."

"Then why send me?" Kida asked in a tiny voice, regretting it almost immediately. The cold hand crushing his jaw made it impossible for the boy to look away.

"Because I'm bored," he hissed his answer. "And you work for me."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the blonde gave a short nod. If he done the job without breaking the rules, then Izaya would be happy with him. Maybe even praise him. Warmth flooded through his veins at the idea of his Boss saying that he'd done a good job.

Why would he break such a rule anyway? It's not like he wanted to have sex with the un-humanly strong bodyguard.

Looking up into ruby eyes, his stomach done a somersault at the strange look that warped them. It was official, this was another job that would add to his list of traumas. All of them created by Izaya himself.

"What's the other rule?"

An annoyed growl rumbled from the man's throat as he pulled his ringing phone out of his breast pocket. He let a puff of smoke pass through his thin lips as he flipped his yellow phone open. "What?"

"Someone doesn't sound happy."

"What the fuck do you want, flea?"

"Don't be like that Shizu-chan," his enemies sly voice sounded through the phone. "I have a present for you. Think of it as a piece offering."

"Like your last one that tried to kill me? You remember that, don't cha, Izaya."

"Are you still hung-up over that Shizu-chan? That happened a long time ago and you had no problem dealing with it. Or don't you think you can handle this one? I give you my word that this time will be different. So how about it Shizu-chan?"

"Your word doesn't make me trust you any more, flea," with that, the blonde flicked his phone shut. He was just about to slip it back into his pocket when it sounded with a text.

Curiosity burned through the man as he read the address that the informant had text him. It's not like he couldn't handle what the bastard sent his way. If anything, he would just beat the crap out of the man afterwards.

Going to the place would just give him a reason to do so...

The sound of a bell echoed through the empty house, putting Shizuo on full alert. Locking the backdoor behind him so that his 'peace offering' couldn't escape without at least three broken bones, he was completely silent as he moved through the old kitchen and into the narrow entrance hall. Stepping past the set of stairs and turning into the first doorway in sight, he froze at the sight, black eyes widening with surprise.

The room was empty and plain apart from a black leather sofa in the centre, on the floor in front of it was the reason he was here. There was no doubt about it.

Without a lick of clothing and obviously embarrassed by his dark red face, sat the leader of the Yellow Scarves, a yellow ribbon and bell hanging around his throat as a clear mockery of the boy's position. Sitting on his legs with his hands awkwardly placed between his thighs to try and cover most of his exposed pelvis, he felt sorry for the kid. Draped over one of his legs and disappearing behind his slim hips was a long yellow tail, matching ears sticking out from the top of the teens head.

"Meow."

Frowning, Shizuo walked towards the younger blonde, a muffled buzzing met his ears. Ignoring the sound, he dropped onto the surprisingly soft sofa. "You must be fucking desperate for money Masaomi," he said emotionlessly.

"Meow."

"Try actually speaking to me," he growled. Dark eyes narrowed as he watched the leader visibly swallow his pride.

Rubbing his face against the mans clothed knee, he began to let out a cat-like purr, trying to ignore the vibrating rod inside him that moved when he did. Suppressing little whimpers and whines, he could feel himself unwillingly growing harder.

His bell sounded sweetly and he stealthily moved his head up the inside of the smokers thigh, his body tensed when a large hand gripped his blonde locks. Looking up with big yellow eyes, a shiver raced through him at the mans evil smirk.

Pulling the boy forward by his golden hair, he groaned as a soft cheek nudged his trapped hardness. Listening to the continuous buzzing that sounded alongside Kida's purring and lovely bell, he let his head fall back against the leather chair. A dark smile twisted his pale face as he relaxed, his long hand slipping off the leaders moving head and shifting one of the cat ears.

Peering up at the happy man from his crotch, Izaya's words echoed through his mind.

Ever so slowly, Kida pulled away from the mans pelvis. Crawling across the floor with one hand wrapped around his gold little bell to be as silent as possible, his heart hammered inside his chest. "Where do you think you're going? If you fucking meow, I'm going to get pissed."

Looking over his naked shoulder, fear coursed through his veins. Without a second thought, the younger blonde let the truth tumble from his mouth, breaking the second rule at once. Yellow eyes widened as a dark aura rolled off the towering man.

Running as fast as he could with the dildo still vibrating inside him, the teen raced through the room, his fake tail trailing along behind him. Glancing at the front door that was boarded up with planks of wood, he took a sharp turn and sprinted to the broken kitchen. He was panting by the time he reached the back door, desperately pulling its handle. When it didn't budge he let out a strained sob, pounding on the thick wood as he heard approaching footsteps.

Pinning the boys blonde head against the solid wood, Shizuo ignored the whimper he received. A shriek tore through the house as he grabbed the long tail and yanked, carelessly dropping in to the tile floor with a buzzing 'clunk'. Kicking his shoes off his long feet, he sighed at the boys failed attempt of escape.

"Cats shouldn't trick people: they should only ever have one owner," he smirked as he untied the black bow around his neck.

Panic swirled in Kida's mind as the hand in his hair tightened, pulling at one of the ears to make him flinch. The world flipped and spun and before he knew it, he was pinned to the cold tile floor with his throat being crushed and a splitting headache. Clawing at the man's wrist, he wasn't sure if he was shivering from cold or fear. "Wai... Shizuo-san..." he whimpered, tears leaping to his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Leaning forward, his thin lips brushed against a pierced ear as his unaccompanied hand pulled at his belt. "I'm teaching a lying little kitten a new trick," he growled seductively, smiling as he pushed his trousers and underwear off his lean legs.

The younger blonde let out an agonised scream as the towering man forced into him, stretching him further than he thought possible. Blunt nails scratched at the man's perfectly white dress shirt, crying and begging for freedom. At a particularly hard thrust from his captor he thought that his pelvis had cracked. Completely ignored, the pain continued to throb.

"Please... stop," the prisoner hiccuped, his throat raw from shrieking his pleads to deaf ears, his arms going numb from his wasted efforts. Tears rolled down from his pain-filled eyes.

"You feel so good kitty," Shizuo huffed. "I just can't stop moving my hips." He then gave another hard thrust, hitting the boys sweet spot dead on. He paused as a moan sounded above his heavy pants, causing a smile to transform his face.

Kida's gasped as nails bit into his thin hips. His mind was sent reeling as the man slammed into his bundle of nerves repeatedly, his throat too sore to express his pleasure at it. Toes curled against the warming tile and his thighs tightened around the older blonde's strong waist. Heaving for breath, his tinkling bell was drowned out as he was on cloud nine.

A dark chuckle made him lazily open his golden eyes to look up at his captor. A large hand wrapped around his aching need, making him arch off the floor to get more of that craving touch. He watched the smoker's face float forward, teeth scraping his shoulder in a half-warning.

A pleasured scream ripped through the house at a particularly painful thrust that rammed into his prostate, sending him over the edge. Thick white liquid splashed against his milky chest as the man pressing him to the floor bit into his shoulder, warmth flooding through his system.

Drained of energy, he slumped to the floor as the man pulled out, his body refusing to move into a more comfortable position. He simply laid on his back and watched the older man dress and lick his hand clean.

"Tell your Master that he should house train you," Shizuo smirked as he pulled the back door open, not bothering to unlock it. Everything slowly faded to black as the smoker left him in the abandon house like nothing had happened, still making himself presentable as he walked away, lighting a new cigarette as he walked. Those words raced through his drowsy mind as the man turned and vanished into the overgrown garden.

The vibrating dildo was left to buzz against tile, completely forgotten as the leader fell into a dreamless sleep.

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