Don't know if I can do this but, I found this prompt on the DrrrKink on LiveJournal and damn I just love uke!Shizuo, especially when he bottoms for everyone! But of course I'm too much of a free spirit to want to fill that so I'll make it my own. This story is going to mainly focus on Akabayashi/Shizuo but, he will also bottom for Shiki and some other people..? I don't know, comment your ideas! Plus, I need to practice writing smut ;)

So this is the original prompt:

"Anyone/Shizuo - inexperienced, bottoming

Someone gets Shizuo into bed, expecting him to use all that monstrous strength to dominate and take control, but instead he's really shy and awkward...till they start to dominate Shizuo, and he starts responding, powerfully. Squirming and moaning and begging and turning into a big ol slut - it turns out the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro is a natural at bottoming, as long as he's got a good top.

Would love some good fingerfucking too."

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People say that you never really know what you have until it's gone and, as Shizuo sat on the park bench, shivering from the brutal cold of winter in Ikebukuro, he couldn't find it in himself to agree any more. If not the weak power of his radiator and his familiar lumpy bed, then the ragged blankets on his couch and the heavy duvet on his bed, he would kill for anyone of them, even the now threadbare scarf he'd gotten for Christmas so long go would provide him with enough warmth to hopefully not catch pneumonia: anything is better than nothing.

He frowns as he looks up to the clouded sky, lacking even a stray beam of sunlight as snow falls to the ground, powdered white seemingly harmless to the excited children, peering out of their living room windows, wrapped in warm pyjamas and a hot cup of hot chocolate in little palms. Not to Shizuo; to Shizuo, the snow is a threat because not even a dubbed superhuman like himself could survive long in these conditions: cold, starved and penniless.

Yeah, that's right, not even I can survive like this for long... It's only a matter of time...

And of course in a situation like this, it's only natural that thoughts of your demise would spread through your mind like wildfire, those sorrowful faces and unnoticed obituaries sure to appear in the newspaper.

Oh, he could see it now: Heiwajima Shizuo, 23, found dead in Central Park only days before Christmas, who will destroy our town now?

What fun would it be without humour, if only to lighten the mood, and that's assuming his death even made the paper, a death like his could easily be hushed up, taken care of before the sun rises, who wants to read about that as they sip at their coffee across from their friends and family?

So he'll wait.

Wait for something: anything - a chance, an opportunity!

But what will come first? Good karma or death?

The only thing to do is wait and find out, which is exactly what he does. Maybe not consciously but he does it any way.

Wait... Wait... Wait...

"Shit!" He can't help but curse aloud after days of nothing: no food, no water, no chance. He's been sitting here for hours today and there's nothing.

Only a family with two small children walking past and holding hands, all smiles and flushed cheeks and laughter until the little girl spots Shizuo and tugs on her mother's coat. The woman looks down, still smiling but with confusion on her face as she watches the girl point to Shizuo, saying something he's too far away to hear but judging from the expressions, a guess of 'Why's that man sitting there all alone?' wouldn't to be far off as, both the woman and her partner look at each other and then towards him, casting him a worried expression and exchanging words.

It's only as she walks towards him wearing that same expression, reaching into her handbag that he realises what she's about to do: give him money.

His cheeks colour slightly from the ashen white it was as blood rushes to his cheeks from anger, embarrassment and maybe a little sorrow. He looks her directly into her eyes and growls, long, deep, throaty and overall, intimidating, menacing because remember, this is Heiwajima Shizuo, he doesn't accept charity. Proud, starving, depressed Heiwajima.

She gets the message.

He sighs and closes his eyes as she backtracks, grabs the kid's hand and rushes off with her other little boy and her husband, the only one giving him a last glance being the daughter, probably confused as to why she didn't help.

"I must say, even I was a little intimidated by that, Heiwajima-kun." The sentence is punctuated with a little chuckle. Not the annoying one that grates against his ears from the flea, this one's good natured and bordering pleasant.

But who is it?

He tenses and opens his eyes but doesn't face the stranger because nobody has ever called him 'Heiwajima-kun' in that voice.

"Now now, no need to be so cold, I only want to talk."

The sounds of shoes crunching the snow below that has formed a thick layer approaches, pausing just behind him.

Maybe it's the cold, maybe it's his hopelessness, maybe it's his hope. Whatever it is makes him turn around and face the man with a passive expression and an open mind. He's faced with a man with maroon hair, glasses and expensive looking clothes, a noticeable scar running across his closed right eye.

Wait...

He recognises him. But from where?

Akane..? Something to do with Akane... Akabayashi?

Yakuza-!

His eyes widened in surprise as the realisation dawned on him, a dangerous man from the Yakuza wanted to talk to him? Bad news.

Akabayashi, sensing that the blonde had remembered just who he was, leaned forward and grabbed his jaw, digging his fingers into his skin to make sure he was paying attention. He looked straight into honey coloured eyes that shone with apprehension as he opened his mouth to speak. "I have a request." His voice came out low and dangerous and the short sentence with limited information only left Shizuo's mind to wonder.

He held eye contact for a moment longer before wrenching his face from the man's hold, and glaring at him. But as a particularly strong gust of wind blew snow directly into his face, he couldn't supress the violent shiver that rippled through his body, making him momentarily close his eyes. When he reopened them, he was rewarded with a smirking Awakusu-Kai member.

"F-Fuck off..." He muttered, his teeth chattering as he turned his back on the smiling man.

"Don't act this way Heiwajima-kun, after observing you're suffering for a few days, I've come to make a beneficial offer,"

"T-Then fucking get t-to it!" He snapped, jerking his body to look at the man once again, his eyes narrowed and an enraged expression painting his face.

Instead of a snappy reply, he was granted with a warm smile and two arms raised in a defeated gesture. "Hai, hai. My apologies, I'll get to it," he said. "To put it simply, I want you to be my body guard." He paused to let the information sink in and, seeing the blonde frown slightly and furrow his eyebrows was a sign enough that he was thinking about it. "By accepting this offer, you will be given foo, shelter, clothes and just about whatever else you'll need."

Hmm...

A choice between dying a slow painful death and taking the man up on the offer didn't even need to be considered as he reluctantly nodded his head, his neck protesting slightly and making a dull ache radiate.

"I-I'll d-do it, just p-protection?" He asked, looking up into dark brown eyes imploringly.

"Haha! Yes, just protection, no dirty-business if that's what you're worried about."

When Shizuo had finally agreed to it with himself and stood up to face Akabayashi, he couldn't help but grin at the shaking blonde as he guided him to the waiting limo...

*** 9 Months Later ***

"Just another job... It was just another job..." Shizuo whispered the mantra to himself over and over again under his breath as he sat in the back of the limo with his boss of 5 months: Akabayashi Mizuki, the man who'd saved his life. The man who he'd give his life to protect.

The man he nearly let die.

Breaking from the trance, he let the thought run wild in his mind.

I nearly allowed him to get killed...

The though made him snap his eyes open and locate Akabayashi. He held a grave expression as he looked through the window, watching the scenery pass.

It took everything in him to hold back the oncoming wave of tears for the umpteenth time in that single drive.

All that trust would surely go down the drain, he'd probably even get kicked out, send into the warm of May with nothing but the clothes on his back.

"Gomen, Akabayashi-sama..." He said, scrunching his eyes closed to continue his mantra before anymore dreadful thoughts could enter his mind.

It was just another job.

He'd done plenty before this one; he could only hope that he'd have the chance to do plenty more.

"Shizuo, look at me when I speak to you." Akabayashi snapped, glaring at the blonde in front of him.

"Gomen, Akabayashi-sama..."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" He shouted, voice filled with rage, signs that this dangerous outburst could quickly become violent if he didn't start being more compliant.

"Gomen..." Shizuo whispered, meekly looking up to face his soon-to-be former boss.

Instead of more rage-induced shouting, he heard a soft sigh escape the older man's lips.

And then silence.

He tried to calm his jumpy nerves by looking around the place he was so familiar with. They were currently sitting opposite each other on the big, plush sofas in the living room area of Akabayashi's house - he liked to keep things on a normal scale. He was grateful for the large coffee table separating them, at least if the redhead suddenly lashed out, he'd have a little time to prepare himself for the blow. Just the thought of it made him wince.

"I'm not going to hit you, Heiwajima-kun." It was a serious statement, his face lacking the usual smile and growing serious as he studied the younger man.

Despite what you could call reassurance, he was still wary and subconsciously backed into the couch a little more.

He couldn't supress the shocked gasp that escaped his lips when Akabayashi abruptly stood and leaned over the table, planting a delicate kiss on his lips.

Another moment of silence passed, Akabayashi staring at the blonde as the realisation of what had happened dawn and a light blush crept up his cheeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he whispered in a way that was more curious than angered and demanding.

"Haha, what does it look like?"

Ah. There's that smile he was starting to miss.

As a sign of submission to his boss, he closed his eyes, parting his lips slightly.

He was rewarded with another warm chuckle and hands caressing his cheek before his lips was enveloped in that heat that he'd already started to crave after their brief encounter.

After another pause, instead of feeling lips on his again, he felt light kisses being pepper across his neck, teeth gently nipping at his exposed collar bone. A tongue trailed up to his jaw, adding more kisses to his heating skin.

"Mmm. Heiwajima-kun, would you like to take this to my room?" He asked, sucking at the spot he'd bit almost as if to make up for the cursory bite, earning a quiet moan from the blonde.

Instead of using his words, he simply nodded and allowed Akabayashi to take his hand and lead him behind the bedroom door.


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