Title:- Twice shy

Pairing:- Izuo

Rating:- T

Warnings:- language, violence, blood

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- Sequel to once bitten.

Requested by:- Little Ziggy

A/N:- The next one will be for Tachumare.

Shizuo extends his arm forward, fist clenched. He hits the bag with some force watching as it swings precariously on its hook. He hears the screech of the chains as it forces it's self back towards him. Shizuo pulls back and pumps his fist forward. It's the same routine. He's in the gym working out his anger. But he's not playing by the rules. Looking up he can see not the sun shining down on him but the night sky cast over him. Tiny pinpricks of light wink at him. It's a moonless night tonight. There's a soft glow supplying him with light. Small lamps decorating the room.

"You're not supposed to be in here, are you?" He doesn't need to look behind him to know there's someone else in the room. The teen knows Izaya is there without the vampire opening his mouth.

It's the first time he's seen his benefactor up, dressed and not skulking in the darkness of his room. The vampire is dressed which makes it seem a touch more normal. Plain black, simple but with red eyes he was the most dangerous bastard in Ikebukuro; if that's where he was.

"Lost track of time." Shizuo slugs the bag again still not turning to face the monster behind him.

"With that alarm constantly reminding you?" Izaya asks remaining where he is.

It's all a game. Shizuo is nothing but a bug under a microscope. He's being examined. Every move is being watched, every action is dictated to a schedule. Lifting his shoulder in a shrug, Shizuo glances down at the empty tray a little distance away. He's been in the gym since half four, watching as the rest of the donors are taken to counselling. With last one punch he sends the bag too far. It swings, the rip tearing bigger. Sand pours out at the floor. Shizuo looks at it and shudders. It looks like ash. If he fails and breaks the contract, Izaya would kill him.

"Sorry." The teen grinds out the apology.

"No harm." Izaya grins chirpy as ever. "You killed another punching bag. Still better than one of my humans, right?"

Shizuo flinches. Izaya's words are meant to hurt. He could lose control. One day he could accidentally take someone's life. It's why he's here, why he voluntarily took on the role of Izaya's food. This is his punishment, his prison to keep everyone safe. It's not bad. He gets everything he wants. He has five game systems and a large flat screen TV. He doesn't have to worry about sharing with Kasuka any more.

"What are you thinking about?" Izaya asks finally moving in front of him. "Your scent just changed. You're sad. Why?"

Shizuo shrugs unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Tugging his collar down he bares his throat to Izaya. His skin looks angry, the latest marks are raised. The rest have healed but remain as pierced holes. Just like he's a freak to the other donors, he's untouchable to the other vampires residing in the house.

"Already? You're eager, hm?"

"Quicker you drink, quicker you leave, right?" Shizuo grumbles.

"I suppose." Izaya steps closer, slow and decisive. Long cold fingers rest on his. Izaya's lips brush against the last marks. "Running out of room here."

Shizuo closes his eyes. Izaya is the only part of his prison he doesn't like. He doesn't like being bitten or analysed. He can smell the vampire's scent. It's death. He keeps his eyes closed feeling his chin lift. Izaya's lips ghost over his adam's apple. Shizuo swallows bracing himself for the pain.

Izaya could compel him but it would take a lot of effort and it would apparently cause him a lot of pain. Instead of a gentle probing, it would be like his skull being ripped open.

The teen winces feeling the scratch of sharp, pointed fangs against his skin. Izaya bites down. Usually he's sitting down. His legs wobble a little, Izaya's arm around his waist, keeping him still. A metallic tang fills his nostrils. Shizuo can feel his blood well up, beading out around the puncture wounds. Izaya's tongue laps it up. There's the usual pull as he feels his blood being stolen from his veins. With each swallow he feels himself becoming light headed.

x-x-x

Shizuo wakes to knock at his door. He isn't sure how he managed to get back to his room. His throat is bandaged, thick padding underneath the wrapping. It hurts. He knows it's not Izaya. The vampire doesn't knock. Unless it's on his nerves.

The teen pulls himself out of bed and goes to the door. With a sigh he opens it coming face to face with the bastard that kidnapped him in the first place. "Good morning, Shizuo-kun."

Shizuo knows it's still night. The bespectacled vampire looks him up and down, pointedly looking at his throat.

"I'm Shinra Kishitani, the donor physician. If you'll follow me I'll give you a medical exam."

Shizuo points out the obvious. "You're a vampire."

"That I am. Who better to understand the human body than me. Come along, you're not the only one I have to see."

Shizuo yawns, raising a hand to his mouth. "It's not in the schedule."

"Unscheduled I'm afraid." The vampire grins. "Can't have you trying to fake your results."

The teen says nothing. It's another reference to unwilling donors. It's only natural they'd try to escape when the brain washing wore off. Closing the door he follows the vampire out into the hall.

"You haven't tried to escape yet." The doctor grins.

Shizuo grunts in response. It's the middle of the night. His eyelids stutter and then he's in a white room with a medical chart. Damn vampires.

"I'm just going to take some blood."

The needle is nothing compared to Izaya's bite. It's a slight prick that he barely feels.

"Get undressed and stand against the wall."

Shizuo does so. It's the school physicals all over again. The vampire glances at him and nods. "Okay, you can get dressed now. Fascinating, you're a perfect donor. Your blood regeneration level is incredible. You could actually give blood every couple of hours if out king needed it."

Shizuo shrugged.

"Your height and weight are both healthy. All in all you're a perfect human specimen."

"Can I go now?"

The doctor pouted. "You don't have anything to ask me? I know everything about a vampire and donor's relationship. It's only natural to feel aroused-"

"I don't." Shizuo interrupted.

"Sorry?" The raven blinked. "Izaya has been drinking from you."

"Yeah."

"And you don't feel...anything?"

The teen shrugged. "It hurts I guess."

"Just hurts?" The doctor asked probing.

"Yeah. You're asking the same thing as the flea."

"The flea?"

"Izaya." Shizuo corrected. The vampire opposite him threw his head back laughing.

"You even have a nickname for him."

"Only fair." The teen grumbles. Izaya insisted on calling him chan like he was a girl. "Can I go back to bed now?"

"Just a few more tests. I'm sure that asshole won't mind."

Shizuo perks up a bit at that. "Isn't he your King?"

"Friend before authority." The vampire shrugs. "But don't tell the others."

"They don't come near me." The teen shrugged. He'd been isolated from both human and vampire contact, with the exception of the staff and Izaya.

"They're scared to. Our king has marked you more possessively than anyone has seen before."

Shizuo sighed. He opened his mouth but stopped, remembering all vampires had super hearing, especially Izaya.

x-x-x

Shizuo lays on the floor of the gym, stretched out looking up at the stars. He's brought a pillow this time to support his head.

"Since when did your donor card say to stop delivery?" Izaya. On time as usual. "What are you doing that's so important?"

Shizuo doesn't lift his head. Doesn't look at the vampire walking towards him in slow deliberate steps. "I was looking at the stars. It's relaxing."

"Why?" The vampire lays down beside him. The teen jumps a little. "What's so good about twinkling lights in the sky?"

"You prefer humans?"

"Mm, you catch on quick."

Shizuo continues his vigil. It's more a dark navy blue than a black, certainly not the inky black he'd seen at his kidnapping.

"Why do you like the stars so much?" Izaya asks with a sigh.

"Because I don't get a chance to see them. I'm usually asleep." Shizuo explains.

"Do you waste time staring at the sun?"

"No. It's too bright." The teen shrugs. "I stay in the shade."

"Like most of your kind." The vampire responds. He almost sounds bitter about it.

"You're jealous?"

"Over what?" Izaya asks propping himself up on one elbow. "You humans take everything you have for granted."

"...so you hate humans?" Shizuo murmurs. The stars don't hold his interest any more. He looks down the smooth black ripple of Izaya's figure. Two shining crimson pinpoints stare back.

"No, I love humans. Love love love them." Izaya declares. "I forgive your species for anything."

"Like a pet that shits on the carpet." The teen grumbles.

"Exactly." The vampire gives him a smirk.

"Aren't you going to feed?" Shizuo changes the subject.

"You've finished with your star gazing?"

"Yeah. I'm over curfew." Shizuo tries not to look at the vampire. He's tugging at the bandages around his throat. Before he can sit up, Izaya has rolled on top of him.

"I'm the one that makes the rules, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo flinches. Izaya's mouth is on his throat lapping up his flowing blood. The vampire lifts his wrist guiding it around his back. Shizuo recoils. With every drop he can feel the block of ice thaw. Izaya's hand feels warm.

Shizuo closes his eyes feeling himself get weaker. The weaker he becomes, the hotter Izaya becomes. "What are you thinking?" The vampire asks lifting his head. Droplets of blood balance at the corner of Izaya's mouth, red eyes wild.

"Have you had enough?"

"Yes." Izaya licks the stray droplets. "You don't have your energy drink today."

"Apparently I don't need it." Shizuo curses as he staggers trying to stand. Izaya catches him, a steel grip locked around his arm.

"Yes, it looks that way." Izaya sighs. "If you believe anything that quack says, you'll be in trouble." Shizuo clutches his head, a wave of dizziness washes over him. "Come on, I'll help you to your room."

"I can walk." The teen grumbles. But he's already in the vampire's arms, held like a damn princess of all things. "Oi! What the hell are you doing?"

"Carrying you." Izaya answers nonchalantly. "It's a pain if I walk you like a drunk. I can't carry you like a sack of potatoes because the remaining blood would rush to you head."

Shizuo tries to make himself as small as possible. "Why not on your back?"

Izaya smirks wickedly. "You want to be spread out over me?"

"...this is fine." Shizuo grumbles. "Can't you go any faster?"

"Nope." Izaya answers cheery. "The speed would make you feel worse."

"Great."

x-x-x

Shizuo tries to open the door only to find he can't. The schedule has disappeared from his door. His breakfast sits against the wall. The tv works but the laptop doesn't. Not the live recording for his lessons anyway.

He opens the door, hearing a crack as he wrenches the handle. Above him an alarm rings out. Shizuo jumps retreating back into the room, closing the door the alarm cuts out. It's a clear warning. He isn't allowed to go outside. He doesn't know why, doesn't really care. It looks like he has a day off.

x-x-x

Shizuo wakes to the sound of the door opening. Izaya's presence fills the room. "Good morning, Shizu-chan."

"...the alarm didn't go off?"

"Of course not. I switched it off." The vampire grinned jumping on his bed.

"Why was it there?" Shizuo asks. He wants to know if he's become a prisoner.

"Because you're sick." Izaya perches on the edge of the bed.

"I don't feel it."

"I can taste it in your blood. You've got a cold. I can't have you infecting the other donors."

Shizuo blinks. "You can't drink from sick people?"

"I can." Izaya shrugs. "As long as you don't develop anaemia or catch a disease, I can drink from you."

"Oh."

"But you needed to rest. What have you been doing today?"

"...sleeping. I got bored."

"That's your body needing to recover. Shizu-chan, I'm not drinking from you for a while."

Shizuo pulled himself up staring at the vampire. "You have other donors?"

"Yes." It's a simple answer, one he's known all along. "Does that bother you?"

"No."

"You're sure?" Izaya's giving him that creepy look again.

"Yeah. Shouldn't you get going then?"

"I suppose so. Make sure you rest, Shizu-chan."

"I'm not trying to break the contract." Shizuo murmurs turning on his side. He closes his eyes, still feeling Izaya by his side.

"I've never met a human like you."

"That's because I'm a freak." The teen sighs.

"Sweet dreams, Shizu-chan."

x-x-x

It's been three days. Shizuo checks himself in the mirror. There's no new marks. The last ones are over his Adam's apple. Izaya hasn't been to see him or drink from him.

Shizuo enjoys the peace and quiet. He's been quarantined until further notice. His meals are delivered without his knowledge. He doesn't understand how. He spends most of his time sleeping or soaking in long relaxing baths.

It's a nice break. He's alone and doesn't mind at all. It's a holiday until he gets back to work as Izaya's donor. Shizuo wraps himself in a thick blanket sitting at the kotatsu. He's playing game system number three, enjoying a small colourful character running around to collect items.

His hand finds itself on his neck, scratching the itch of old wounds. "Maybe if I ask nicely, the flea will heal these?" Maybe. He muses. If Izaya loses interest in him then maybe he'll heal the marks.

x-x-x

"Good morning, Shizu-chan." Izaya bounces into his room with the same annoying chirpiness.

"Hey, flea." Shizuo lifts a hand in greeting.

"Flea? That's not nice, Shizu-chan."

"You're the one that started it." The teen shrugs. Looking away from the vampire, he unpauses his game and continues.

"Miss me?"

"It's been peaceful." Izaya takes a seat next to him. He feels like a block of ice as their skin touches.

"Peaceful? Not lonely?"

"Not really. I've been occupied. Is it time for me to get back to work?" That's the only reason the vampire would come for him.

"You're over your cold?"

"Probably." Shizuo pauses the game again, tugging down his collar.

"Probably?" Izaya laughs. "You don't know? Are you feeling better?"

"I guess."

The vampire leans over sliding sharp fangs into his throat. "Mm, your cold is gone." Izaya drinks from him, in short greedy bursts. It's a good thing he's sitting. "You need to eat more, Shizu-chan."

Izaya moves away licking his lips. Shizuo sighs feeling blood trickle down his skin. "Hey, flea. Could you close the wound?"

"No."

"Why not?" Izaya is back for seconds lapping at the trickling line. His tongue stops just before the mark. Shizuo knows he's not going to be healed.

"Because you're mine."

"It's disgusting. I look like a pin cushion."

"Ne, Shizu-chan. Did you- never mind. Tomorrow you'll be back to your schedule."

x-x-x

"I don't see your infatuation with stars." Izaya stands above him. Shizuo sighs sitting up.

"It's relaxing."

"It's an illusion." Izaya stares up at them. I can see through everything. "I have a question for you."

"You always do." He doesn't bother tugging his collar down. Izaya won't drink until he gets an answer.

"Who would you love?"

Shizuo sighs. "I can't love anyone."

"Say you could. Who would you fall for?"

"Haven't really thought about it." Shizuo lies.

"Then think about it now." Izaya isn't going to let him off easy. The vampire wants to get inside his head again.

"Someone that accepts me for who I am. Someone who could love me unconditionally."

"That's-"

"Someone warm and human." The teen adds.

Izaya scowls at him, lifting his chin. "You aren't the sun, Shizu-chan." He doesn't understand. Izaya is staring into his eyes. "You are mine to do with as I wish."

Shizuo can feel a slight push against his mind. It doesn't hurt but it's not doing anything either. "What do you want?" He asks.

"Something you apparently can't give." The vampire whispers.

"You could always compel me." Shizuo suggests.

Izaya laughs bitterly. "Ah but then you wouldn't be you. There'd be no point."

"Then let me go."

"I can't do that either."

Shizuo swallows staring at the gleam from the vampire's fangs. "Y-you promised. You said you wouldn't turn me."

"Maybe I lied."

Pulling away the teen gets to his feet. "That wasn't our agreement! If you turn me-"

"You'll live for eternity." Izaya makes no move to reach for him.

"I'll hate you forever."

The vampire smirks. "Somehow that's preferable to your current indifference."

"Flea, don't." The teen murmurs backing away.

"Ne, Shizu-chan. You really are the perfect donor." Izaya is behind him in a blur. He can feel a warm wrist against his mouth. A metallic tang bursts across his tongue. "It seems you need to mature. You're a little too pure."

Shizuo staggers coughing as Izaya's blood glides down his throat. "No! You said-"

"I'm not turning you. My blood is in your system. Providing you don't get yourself killed, you'll be fine. For the next decade or so you'll remain in your current appearance. Get some rest, protozoan."

Shizuo scrubbed at his mouth with his sleeve. "Damn you!" He growled clenching his fists. "You monster!"

Izaya chuckles looking back at him. "I know how to love, Shizu-chan. Which one of us is the monster? I was born a pure blood but I know more about humanity than you do."

"Izaaayaaa!" Shizuo bellows. The vampire has already gone leaving him cursed for a time. Opening his hands he looks down at his palms. For a whole ten years he's going to be a teenager.

His body is rigid from shock. Something snaps inside him and suddenly the second game system hits the wall. He's angry and there's no way it's going to be suppressed. Emotion floods courses through his body. If Izaya wanted him to hate him, then that's what he'd get.

End