A/N- Hiii~! Missed me? *crickets* Sigh, anyway, I'm continuing this story, "What I'll do" because… to be honest, THIS has been the story that was the most fun to write!
Review~!
WARNING- Ahead, there is drugs, gore, and a rape scene. Also, this is my first attempt so, HAVE MERCY ON ME! Oh, and Crazy/Yandere Izaya of course~! .
Disclaimer- I don't own Durarara, or the picture it was based off of.
Let's return to the Nightmare, shall we?
*Begin Chapter*
As Izaya left, Shizuo refused to look at the mirror.
He didn't even see himself anymore. He shocked himself though, and he's not sure if he should be proud or disgusted.
'I've actually managed to keep my anger under control for this long. But… How can I stand to be tortured by that… that… FLEA! Ughh, keep it together! Together, together, TO-GE-THER!'
But most of all, Shizuo felt tired. Exhausted, from all this utter bullshit! He could feel his eyelids getting much heavier, the more he thought about it.
He didn't hear the footsteps as he blacked out.
Izaya grabbed what he needed and went out to see his new toy dozing off. The informant smiled slightly, it was such a cute sight!
"Ha-ha! Why, Shizu-chan~! Why sleep now?" Izaya giggled. (Still having the most fun he's ever had)
He walked to the bloody blonde and stared once more at the scars, feeling very proud.
They truly were beautiful.
"I guess then, you won't make a sound when I do… this." Izaya pulled out the syringe and stabbed it in the arm of the other man.
"Pity, I would love to hear you squirm…"
"Oh Well~! Hahaha~!" Once more, the brunette kissed the bloody lips lightly, eyes quickly filling with lust again.
Shizuo's eyes were still closed. His breathe is still even.
Another kiss, this time deeper. And no reaction, "C'mon Shizu-chan," he whispered in his ear, "This is no fun!"
Shizuo started to feel really warm, all the sudden. His body was now flushed with a reddish tint. He opened his eyes slightly, only to see a Flea who was looking at as if he was his prey. This wasn't a lie anyhow.
"Good Morning, Shizu-chan~!"
"What time is it?" Was the automatic reply, how long has he been asleep?
"Ha-ha, only for a few minutes you've been asleep! But more importantly…"
Turning the former bartender around to face him, Izaya licked his lips in anticipation.
'Time for the real show, get ready to beg, Shizu-chan!'
Izaya pushed Shizuo off the chair, onto the floor.
"The fuck!"
Izaya crawled on top of him and started moving his hands all over the bloody chest, loving –SAVORING- each feeling of cuts that HE made.
"You look so perfect now!"
Shizuo felt like throwing up. What exactly (he hadn't eaten anything) he didn't know.
Still tied up, all he could do is just close his eyes and just fucking…WAIT.
Wait for this hell to be over.
Wait for the Devil to be satisfied.
Hands roamed, skin was wet with saliva and blood; creating a new color.
The hands touched every part of skin available, clawed at the wounds, (which made Shizuo wince in pain, much to Izaya's pleasure) and then licked at them, as if in apology.
'HA! The sicko's just doin' that for his sick pleasure! Kill! I'm gonna kill him when I see him next!'
Face still flushed, Shizuo thought as he shut his eyes tightly, just hoping for it to be over.
This went on for a good 4 hours.
Clothes were thrown around.
Pleasure was exchanged.
Cries mingled (one of joy, one of pain)
For Izaya, it was all just perfect.
Sucking on every inch.
Kissing every wound.
Touching every sensitive area.
One panting and moaning from the thrill and pleasure; One yelling and whining for it all to FUCKING END!
Receiving every bit of pleasure from the little winces and yells.
"So pretty, so SO SO pretty~" Izaya would swoon every now and then.
He just loved this game; he never wanted it to end.
Never, ever, EVER!
He was glad he had gotten this drug. All it does is make someone all flushed and hot, creating an erotic sight. And they can't move~!
The brunette felt like a little child, playing with a puppet, claiming it as his own. The blonde felt like a Puppet being played with.
It was a perfect scenario.
But soon, Izaya finished. He got up, planted another small kiss, and headed for the shower. He didn't want to be dirty for tomorrow. He had work.
He looked back to his Shizu-chan, and wondered if he should get cleaned up. But then he shrugged and mumbled "Not my problem~!"
For Shizuo, when it was over, he wanted to yell; really, really loud! How could that just happen? By IZAYA of ALL people? Not even a PERSON! A monster!
That's what Izaya was, a fucking monster!
The drug faded away, and he fell asleep.
The informant had let the other sleep, because honestly, he was tired too!
He had too much fun~!
He texted Namie saying she had the week off.
'I better get paid for it.' Was her reply.
They both slept for the rest of the remaining time.
Izaya was the first to wake up. With 20 minutes to spare, he got dressed, and went to his favorite toy.
"Maybe not such a Monster after all~! Ha ha ha!" He giggled slightly and looked at him with an affection that would have melted someone's heart.
'I wonder who won and who lost this game.' Izaya gave it more thought, and finally said.
"This is why I hate you, Shizu-chan."
Izaya grabbed his chair and sat in it, still feeling the sticky, warm blood embedded into it. And he watched the clock.
Time was up and he kicked Shizuo awake.
"SHI-ZU-CHAAAAN~!"
Said man woke up groggy and looked up to see the Flea carrying something.
"Here you go~!"
When the blonde man realized that he was free and that Izaya had the HEAD in his arms, he shot up.
He gently grabbed it (not wanting to break it) and started backing away, giving such a loathsome glare to the informant.
"I hate you. I'm going to kill you when I see you next!"
"Awww~! Leaving so soon? Don't you want your clothes back?" Izaya pointed out the bloody bartender outfit laying on the leather couch.
Head still in hand, Shizuo quickly changed, then left; slamming the door so that this time, it broke.
'Shizuo! What happened!' Celty waved in his face when he came to her and Shinra's shared apartment.
Celty was scared of what she saw. Shizuo was a mess! Torn and wrinkled clothes. Cuts filled his face and marks all over his body. What scared her most were his eyes.
They were so dead, so cold!
'What happened?'
Shizuo presented her the head, and when she grabbed it.
Shizuo fell over, muttering a small "I'll kill him," and blacking out once again.
Izaya was watching from afar the whole show. He smirked an evil smirk and had a single thought before he left for work.
'I wonder if I can bring someone with me to Heaven.'
*Chapter End*
A/N- Yeeeesssss! This chapter is DONE! But I'm curious, should I continue it? Or should I make it continue and make Izzy a Yandere? I love Yandere, they're so awesome! Tell me in a review!
~Mikomi Ai
