Title: Precious Devotion
Authors:
RukawaGF and MistressKiko (Collaboration! 8D)
Rating:
M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

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PLEASE READ

Alright, I'm making this note before the chapter even starts.

First of all, TWO PEOPLE ARE WRITING THIS IT IS NOT JUST MISTRESSKIKO.

To those still confused: If Izaya speaks, it's Ruka's words. If Shizuo speaks, it's my words. Anything other than that, if you are reading underneath the heading Shizuo's POV, it is mine. If you are reading anything underneath the heading Izaya's POV, it's Rukas. This is the easiest way I can possibly explain it to you.

Thanks for reading~

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Shizuo's POV
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I am rather rudely awakened from my slumber by my phone's loud ringtone.

"Nnnhm?" I mutter unintelligibly, immediately annoyed when I open my eyes to darkness. If the sun isn't up, you shouldn't be calling m-

My eyes widen, and with a pang of hope searing in my chest, I sit up quickly. So quickly, that I curse myself for feeling dizzy, before reaching over and snatching the phone.

My heart drops upon seeing 'Caller Unknown.'

"Fuck," I mutter, letting it ring as I rest my forehead on my knee. My heartbeat is loud against my ears.

I didn't even want to admit to myself how badly I was hoping it to be Izaya. That man seriously needs to get out of my head.

I blame it on a lapse of judgment due to my sleepy state.

The phone stops ringing.

Deeming it to be a wrong number, and muttering curses under my breath, I place it back on the dresser and sink down into the covers.

It rings again.

Son of a-

"Hello?" I practically growl into the phone.

"Ah, good evening Heiwajima-san. Or shall I say good morning?"

I blink. Okay, so it's not a wrong number.

Who the fuck in their right mind would call someone at, I look at the clock, three-thirty in the morning?

"Who is this?" I ask, swinging my legs over the bed to sit on the edge.

"I'll keep this short," he replies, completely disregarding my question, "I would like you to stay away from Orihara-san."

My heart skips a beat.

… what the-

"What the fuck?" I ask angrily, not understanding a word coming from this guy's mouth. Stay away from Izaya? He is the one staying away from me! And who the fuck is trying to tell me what to do! "Why?"

"It's none of your concern. You do not care for Orihara-san's well-being to begin with, am I right? Just stay away from him and everything will be fine."

I am dumbfounded when I hear a consistent beep, signifying the end of the call.

What. The. Fuck.

I snap the phone shut and stare at it for a moment.

Who would tell me to stay away from Izaya? No one knew of our escapades, and the population still saw us as mortal enemies. Following that logic, it'd be common sense for me to not be near Izaya, so did that mean... someone found out?

Did that fucking louse blab to one of his other screws? Was that supposed to be some kind of act of jealousy?

Not that I can blame anyone for being jealous, but it still made me fucking angry!

And wait, stay away from him and everything will be fine?

Was that a threat?

I huffed loudly. An act of jealousy, I could understand, but purposefully threatening me?

… and this just confirmed the little bastard was lying after all! No other fuck-buddies, my ass!

Growling, I flip the phone back open and dial Izaya's number. It rang... and continued to do so until it went to voice mail.

I nearly threw the phone down in frustration.

This was it. I have had it with that insufferable flea! Nothing good ever came out of being around him, and I was beyond sick of him being constantly on my mind and of these wishful rushes whenever I think he's trying to contact me! It was stupid; all of it was fucking stupid!

I bury myself in my blankets, trying to calm down.

Breathing into the sheets, I frown. They've been washed, so Izaya's scent was no longer found.

So how could I still imagine it?

Damn it, time. Time is all I need. I just have to get used to Izaya not being in my life anymore. It isn't like he held some huge part of it anyway. It was just like a fling. Both of us knew nothing would come out of it besides momentary gratification.

I just got a little too caught up in it.

After time, this strange feeling will go away.

I'm sure of it.

I just have to stay away from him. Not because of that lame-ass threat.

But for my own sake.

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Izaya's POV
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Something warm washes over me in constant waves. My mind is still a bit fuzzy as I try to wake up from the haze.

When I blink open my eyes, I realize I'm in a bath tub.

And nude.

What?

I look around me to figure out what the hell happened. I'm clean and washed. Even my hair is washed. There's not a single remnant of vomit on me my body though I could still taste him. That nasty, vile taste that still lurks inside my mouth. Confused, I try to figure out where I am when the door clicks open.

"Ah, Orihara-san. You're awake,"

I cringe at the voice and quickly try to cover my shameful nudity by submerging myself under water. It isn't helping much since the warm water is clear. There's plenty of kiss marks all over my body, not to mention the fact that I'm not wearing any clothing to cover my privacies. Why didn't this bath tub have curtains?

"Shiki-san, it would have been really nice if you hadn't taken off my clothes while washing me. Granted, if it was you who took off my clothes and washed me?"

Shiki chuckles as he squats near me. I shy a bit further to the corner of the tub, which isn't that big to begin with.

"We're getting them dry cleaned. Here. You can wear these for now," he drops off some spare clothes next to the tub. I stare at the spare clothes and frown. I can smell a faint scent of Shiki's cigarettes emanating from them.

"You don't have to look that revolted. It's almost insulting, Orihara-san. Unless you wanted me to use a lackey to get you cleaned instead of me doing so personally," Shiki smirks at my reaction. I grit my teeth and force a smile. "Why I feel very honored Shiki-san that you've personally decided to take it upon yourself to clean my filth."

"Orihara-san, you hurt my feelings. I only wanted to-" Shiki reaches towards me to touch my dripping wet hair. I tense up, slapping his hand away reflexively. Shiki stares at me a bit surprised.

Shit, my mask must be off!

Quickly I comb my wet hair with my fingers nervously. "S-sorry, Shiki-san. I didn't mean to…" Ah, fuck it. My hands are jittery and I can feel my body shaking involuntarily. The idea of someone touching me is sickening. The thought of anyone touching me makes me want to vomit again.

Anyone save for Shizu-chan.

I close my eyes and let out a stuttering sigh. Since when did I become so damn addicted to that brute anyway?

"It's alright Orihara-san. I'm glad Akabayashi was there and was able to save you before it went any further."

I flash a glance at him angrily.

"What do you mean?" Okay, that came out more biting than I meant to. "If you're saying I can't take care of myself, I can!"

"Of course, Orihara-san," he says simply with those fake understanding eyes. What the hell! I hate it when people think they know me!

"What are you trying to insinuate? That I was helpless while he raped me? I'll have you know I wasn't raped! In fact I don't even sleep around! Why the hell won't anyone believe me when I say anything? Oh do they think Orihara Izaya only speaks in lies? Dammit, I'm an informant; I only work with the truth!"

"Orihara-san."

I stop my sentence when I hear his sharp but gentle voice. I come to and realize I just lashed out at Shiki-san.

Fuck, I really am messed up right now. My nerves are just tight balls of knots.

"I believe you, Orihara-san," He says simply. His eyes stare at me straight, piercing me. Fuck it… god dammit! Where the hell are all my masks when I need them?

"I'm sorry, Shiki-san. Forget what I said," I turn away. I should be grateful for this man but right now, all I can think of is how ashamed I am. It's disappointing to see myself in this fucking mess where I could have been helplessly raped, then got rescued like some damsel in distress.

I HATE feeling vulnerable.

Shiki stands up. Maybe I was imagining things when I thought his eyes were filled with fake consolation. I don't know what to think anymore.

"Rest and come out when you feel better Orihara-san. We have a present for you," and with that, Shiki-san leaves. Left alone in the quiet bath tub, I sigh deeply.

Man… Orihara Izaya. Your defenses are like fragile glass right now. Fuck, get a hold of yourself!

After gathering my will together, along with plenty of my masks to cover my face, I got out of the tub and wiped myself with a towel. The fact that another man washed me feels vile and violated but it can't be helped.

I don't like these clothes that smell of another man and another brand of tobacco, but it's better than leaving the bathroom in the nude.

I walk out after brushing my teeth. Shiki-san was courteous enough to have a new toothbrush and toothpaste by the sink. I can still taste that repulsive man but I try to ignore it.

Shiki-san is on the phone when I walk out. There are about ten yakuza men in the room. I decide to get myself comfortable on one of the posh black leather couches and feel the cushion sink under my weight. Shiki looks over in my direction with a smile and ends the call. I can feel my inner-need for information tingling and I can't help but wonder who he was on the phone with.

"How are you feeling, Orihara-san?" Shiki-san's voice is always just a bit too smooth.

"Could be better," I say loftily and he chuckles.

"Well, we should fix that," there's an amused glint in those grey eyes. Shiki-san was good at reading people almost as well as I am. Of course I've got my edges sharpened comparatively but it is just a bit unnerving when someone else decides to observe me.

Well that's okay, I have plenty of masks today. Or tonight rather. I can't quite figure out the time since this room has no windows.

Just then two men bust through the door, dragging between them a very beaten man. I blink at the semi grotesque man before me. His face is mangled with bruises, his eyes pretty swollen. I can't quite tell who he is but my gut feeling tells me otherwise.

Akabayashi saunters in with his bloody cane, smiling cheerfully as always. "Good evening gentleman. Ah~ Orihara-san. Glad to see you're with us for the party. We brought you your present!"

I cross my legs and lean to one side of the couch's arm. "I don't know Akabayashi-san," I say with my bored tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your little present looks kinda sick in my opinion."

Akabayashi leans from the back left of my seat and grins. "Aww~ don't say that Orihara-san! Not when I prepared him personally just for you."

"We saved the best part for you as well," Shiki says as he leans his back on the right side. Now that he isn't on the phone, he strikes a match and lights his cigarette. The room fills up with the filmy scent of smoke as he puffs casually.

I turn back to the man in front of me with feigned half-interest. The men force him on his knees, his head crushed against the coffee table before me. He whines like a wounded dog in pain.

I smirk pleasantly.

"Pl… please! I didn't know! Honestly! I wasn't planning to hurt him! Please let me go!" he splutters his plea desperately. My, how the tables have turned.

"Well, what would you like to do to him, Orihara-san? I'd say we teach him a lesson and cut off his finger." Akabayashi grins like a child. It looks quite menacing with his scarred eye and flaming red hair.

"Why stop with just his finger. We should just cut off his vile cock," Shiki says as he too leans back behind me.

"Well I don't want him bleed everywhere and make a mess."

"It's not like you're going to clean it, so who cares?"

"Shiki-san~ think of our guest? Do you really think he'd want to see that disgusting piece of trash again?"

"True… but his finger's no better."

"Boys, boys," I interrupt them, giggling. I lean back, feeling like the prince of the world. "Thank you for your suggestions. But I think I'll decide on what should be cut off."

They nod in unison. I stare back at the injured man before me. He looks back at me with desperate eyes. I can't help but grin, staring into those eyes filled with terror. My heart races with excitement.

But I can still taste the bitter nastiness when he shoved his repulsive cock inside my mouth.

I know what I want.

"His tongue. I want his tongue," I finally decide with a serene grin. I watch with glee as his face contorts.

"Well, our guest has decided."

In seconds, the men grab the piece of trash before me roughly. He flails about and begs for forgiveness. I bask in pure bliss as he receives a rough treatment.

"Hold still and stick out your tongue far, else we might cut off your lips." Akabayashi warns with that never fading smile on his face. Shiki just scoffs.

A piercing scream slices through my snickering as the deed is done.

"You boys sure know how to make a girl feel special," I giggle as the pungent stink of blood fills the air.

"Looks like you're having fun," Shiki notes with an amused smirk.

"Am I?" I lean towards him with a smile.

"Yes, your eyes are glowing, Orihara-san," Akabayashi replies with an equally amused smirk.

Ah~

I watch with indifference as they remove the bloody man with ice cubes stuffed in his mouth. I yawn, letting them know that I'm tired and bored.

"Sleepy Orihara-san? I'll show you to your room," Shiki offers and I nod, getting up to follow him.

As he leads me to the adjoining room, Shiki speaks up, "Did you enjoy the show, Orihara-san?"

"Immensely. Though I think you can throw away the tongue. I preferred the show, not the actual item in question."

Shiki chuckles. He opens the door for me. I walk in to see a small room with just a bed, night stand and a desk. Shiki stands next to me and I'm just a bit uncomfortable with how close he is. His breath tickles my ear in a way that sends unpleasant shivers down my spine.

"You know, Orihara-san. If you found the show exciting, we can show you how to have an even better time," Shiki's hand lifts to stroke my chin.

Out of reflex, I flinch away immediately, hissing at him. I know I'm irresistible and all, but I'm really not in the mood for it tonight!

Shiki chuckles as if he expected it. Damn him. He's playing with me!

"You're thinking of him, aren't you." He backs away, leaning against the side of the door but his eyes are regarding me.

"Of who?" I retort back, perhaps too forcefully. I look elsewhere, anywhere but his piercing eyes.

"Heiwajima-san. You tend to bite your lower lip when you do, you know."

Crap. I didn't know I was biting my lips again!

I glare at him with venom. He counters back with a light smile. … I really hate it when people observe me and think they know me.

Giving up, I scowl and turn my back on him, dismissing him altogether.

"You're wrong Shiki-san. And I'm quite tired for the night so I'm turning in. Good night Shiki-san," I say, stomping to my bed and pulling the covers over me.

"Sleep well, Orihara-san," I can hear thickly coated sarcasm in his tone of voice and grumble under my breath. He closes the door shut behind him and I'm finally left alone in the darkness.

However, sleep doesn't come to me.

After tossing and turning for what feels like hours, I finally give up. My body's tired but my mind is roaming everywhere! I strip off the intoxicating shirt that stink of another man's smell. I just can't stand it.

I toss the shirt on the floor and roll around on the bed, using the blanket to curl in. Shiki's words continue to assault me as I try to get some sleep.

"Heiwajima-san. You tend to bite your lower lip when you do, you know."

I touch my lower lip with my finger. Since when did I develop that habit?

Oh yeah. Ever since I started sleeping with him. That damn protozoan isn't a human, but rather like a virus! Taking over my mind and body one lick and suck at a time!

I roll over to my stomach and freeze.

Ah, fuck! Damn you Shizu-chan!

Just thinking about him makes my body react now!

Okay, calm down, deep breaths and…

Oh for Chrissake!

I give up when my cock twitches harder instead of calming down. Masturbating in Awakusu-kai's headquarter is probably one of the worst ideas I've had in my life but I can't help myself as I snake my fingers down on my cock and start pumping slowly.

I groan as my erection stirs to life.

Burying my face in the pillow in an attempt to muffle my voice, I close my eyes and imagine Shizu-chan's moist mouth suck on me.

..shit!

The thought alone is enough to send me over the edge as I can see those honey colored eyes challenge me, daring me to come.

..fuck!

I pump faster, my breathing completely erratic as I imagine myself thrusting my cock into his mouth just as rapidly, forcing it down his throat. He sucks me expertly, knowing exactly where I like it as he teases my sensitive spots.

..goddamit, why is this man so infuriating?

I want him to fuck me harder as I finger my entrance, wishing that it was Shizu-chan's cock that's ravishing me. I want him to bite me and mark me as his own. I want him to think of nothing and no one but me as he breaths, pants, moans, grunts, thrusts, pierces, rips, and finally comes inside me!

Nngh…!

I gasp silently, squeezing my cock, and trap my seed in the palm of my hand. The blinding ecstasy steals my vision for a moment as my body and mind shudder in euphoria.

With thoughts of Shizu-chan in my mind lulling me to sleep, I drift into unconsciousness.


RukawaGF:

Otter and Fox: Ahaha… I thought reading first person's perspective rape would be a bit too repulsive and vulgar so I made sure Izaya doesn't 'break' so that the readers don't feel as 'violated' lol. That being said, I'm a believer that Izaya isn't someone who'd break over horrifying treatments. The darker and more twisted it is, he'd probably thrive in it. I see him more as someone who'd break under something much more simpler.

chibi: Ah~ that's because Akabayashi is responsible for a club in the novel. Though granted it wasn't a gay club lol. Also Akabayashi can fight, Shiki isn't known to be a fighter. That being said, your review on ch 1 made me giggle because I had planned to use that 'lip nibbling' to be a key point later and you caught it so early in the fic.

MistressKiko:

Kitomi's Mom: Eh? Orihara is Izaya's last name. Definitely no crossovers here lol

OnlyIntuition: I'm sure you read at the top, but especially chapter 3 was ALL Ruka. xD So compliment her too~!

Too all reviewers: Thanks again~! We love reading your reviews :D