Title: Unsheathed

Authors: COLLABORATION! Rukawagf + Anon Author #25

Rating: M
Pairing: Shiki x Izaya
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: I'd like a ShikixIzaya, in which Shiki is the "experienced adult" who has Izaya in the palm of his hand. In my headcanon Shiki is one cool BAMF, and I'd love to see that playing out against Izaya's manipulativeness.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

Leaning back in his chair, the Yakuza's eyes wander over the papers in his hands, his eyes stern as he carefully leafed through the documents. The young boy had woken up awhile ago but continued to pretend to be asleep as he peeked at the kanbu at work.

"I know you're awake." Shiki didn't even bother looking up from his work where he sat by the conference table surrounded by paperwork.

"Haha… I can't get past Shiki-san in anything." Izaya finally sat up and stretched, his eyes smiling like a Cheshire cat. The Yakuza couldn't help but feel something was off about this boy. Something was clearly abnormal about this body, a thing or two were either missing, broken, or loose, inside him. No person who was abused this much should be smiling so eerily as if without concern. He refused to be broken by whatever Shiki threw at him, as if all the prior 'tortures' were too base, and had yet to hit his weak spot.

Weak spot… that was what was missing about this boy. Whether he was physically abused or psychologically threatened, Izaya took it as if it didn't bother him at all.

Shiki went back to focusing on his paperwork, he will figure out this boy, eventually. Although it wasn't his priority at the moment. With a sigh, the executive dropped the paperwork on the table, leaning back before rubbing his temple.

"Where's that translator? I asked for him an hour ago." Shiki barked at a subordinate near the door who who quickly jolted with a combination of surprise and fear..

"H-he should be arriving soon, boss."

"Well he's late." Shiki dug in his pocket for his cigarettes before placing one on his lips.. He reached for his lighter, only to feel the weight of the couch sink next to him as the boy sat. Izaya quickly grabbed the lighter before Shiki could, taking it upon himself to light the elder's cigarette while giving him a self-satisfied smile.

"Well perhaps I could help. I'm fluent in English." Izaya smiled as innocently as a viper.

Shiki's grey eyes turned to look at him as he took a drag of his cigarette stick. That boy's body should be sore right now.

"It's Russian." Shiki commented as he inhaled deeply and released it directly at Izaya's face. He watched with inward smirk to note the boy cough once again. It seemed he wasn't a smoker at all.

"W-well, I'm also fluent in Russian." Izaya spoke between coughs. Leaning forward and reaching for the paperwork before Shiki swiped it away.

"Alright your homework is to translate everything before the Russian translator comes. If it's all correct; you're hired." Shiki handed him only ⅓ of the papers a curious smirk befitting his lips.

Izaya pouted. "I can do more than that you know," the boy grabbed a spare sheet of paper and pen as he got down on the floor and started to work as if it was just normal school work. At least the boy was preoccupied enough to leave him alone.

Shiki was impressed that not once did the boy ask for a dictionary but wrote in a neat handwriting as if he was writing a casual letter and nothing more. By the time the translator arrived, who was by now two hours late, Izaya had finished. The translator nervously apologized but Shiki handed him the paperwork with a stern expression, telling him to check the translations.

"W-why, well. These are… well done." The translator's eyes were a bit wide as he looked through them, matching the words.

"Any mistakes?" Shiki asked patiently.

"No, Sir. Well, a few word choices wouldn't be what I would have used. For example, I usually won't use a casual term as opposed to a respectful one'"

Izaya frowned as he leaned back on the sofa while sitting on the floor.

"That's because you're missing the point."

"Excuse me?" The translator looked at the boy for the first time and frowned back. "What's a kid doing here?"

"He's your replacement." Shiki replies coldly. The translator's eyes widened as he swallowed hard.

"Well, these are all pretty much inaccurate," He quickly changed his attitude along with his previous statement as he begrudgingly scoffed at the translated paper. "I wouldn't have used this phrase here at all."

"That's because you're too dumb to realize it's written in a code." Izaya rolled his eyes.

"Code?! What would a kid know about that?!" The translator barked angrily. Shiki however, remained calm as he continued studying the situation. He knew enough about Orihara Izaya now to know to listen to him when he spoke.

"Like I said, the Russian is in a code. Try reading the first letters in a vertical format." the cocky boy smirked.

The translator quickly glanced over at the paper before Shiki noticed his lips quiver.

"Give me that." Shiki swiped the papers back and looked at it. He may not be able to read the Russian, but he could read the Japanese.

"'Be Aware The Night With Red Moon Coyote Strikes The Fox Before Sun Down'? What does this mean?" Shiki frowned as he read it over.

"Beats me. I realized that the Russian sentence structure was odd so I looked it over. It seems like the first word of each sentence is in a code. You only gave me 2 pages to translate." Izaya shrugged nonchalantly.

Shiki closed his eyes, vexed with the boy's lack of respect. "Well, you're fired." Shiki snapped his fingers, signaling his subordinates who then walked over to the Informant.

"No, not him!" Shiki barked before the men grabbed the boy. The kanbu used his chin to point at the man shivering like a rotting Autumn leaf on a bare branch. "Get him out."

Shiki ignored as the men dragged the man begging for mercy.

"жалкий.. Приятного путешествия в ад " Izaya smirked smugly as he waved goodbye. Everything was going very smoothly. Too smoothly perhaps. But Izaya didn't worry. He was slowly overcoming one hurdle after another. Shiki had tried his best to break him but Izaya had continued to prevail at everything the kanbu threw at him.

One day he will recognize him, Izaya believed. He will make it happen.

Shiki handed the rest of the paperwork to the high school boy whose eyes brightened as he received the load.

"Figure out the code. That's more important." Shiki ordered.

"What do I get in return?" The boy had the audacity to wink at the kanbu of the Awakusu-kai, yet at this point, nothing surprised Shiki.

"Bullet in the head if you're wrong." Shiki stared down with those serious grey eyes. Izaya couldn't help but laugh, Whenever the kanbu actually turned his focus on him; his heart sored.

"Alright. Let's see if I'll receive your bullet tonight, Shiki-san~." Izaya leaned forward as to quickly steal a kiss. However, Shiki was prepared and smacked the boy's forehead with his finger flick.

"Get to work. You have to finish it before the Russian negotiation in three hours."

"Eh? Can I come?!" Izaya followed Shiki like a puppy as the man sat back down to work on his other paperwork.

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"This isn't a fucking field trip. No."

"I promise I'll be useful~." Izaya purred as he sat down beside him once more. Shiki glared at the boy, letting out another puff of smoke before watching the boy cough.

"Be good and I'll consider it. Now get to work."

Author's Note: Izaya says in Russian "Pathetic. Enjoy your trip to hell~"

Ruka: Hello! So sorry for the long wait. We hope to update the fic more regularly now. Thank you for all the comments guys~
Chrome: Hi! My name's Chrome and I'm going to be co-authoring this fic with the lovely Ruka now! I hope you guys enjoy it!