Chapter 7

Ok, the only reason I wrote this chapter is because of the Original Requester and Charloter. You'd have to thank her XD I don't know if the chapter turned out good – I wrote the second half yesterday night at 2 am while having the flu, maybe it was screwing with my mind XD


Shizuo twitched in pain by now. The doctor had hurt him more than enough last time but now he heard someone coming down again. Please, they should just let him be alone. There was only this much he could take.

The heavy door was pushed open and closed again as a raven-haired young man came to him, smirking. The damn flea was watching him. He has always liked to see him injured and broken. A wet cloth was thrust to his face, roughly washing the wounds with fresh water.

"What the hell", Shizuo thought. Izaya was not one to pity others. What was he doing now?

"You're smelling really really bad. When did you wash yourself the last time?"

Not only did Shizuo not have a chance to wash himself, but his two kidnappers didn't exactly care about his odour. A fist-sized bruise was blossoming across his chest, cuts everywhere on his body – especially arms and legs – his hair was out of place, eyes rimmed with shadows. His dark eyes glared at his enemy, who held a syringe in his hand. Drugs again…

"Are you bleeding?" asked Izaya. It was not concern in his voice, but more like disgust and indifference.

"I'm fine. Don't dare to touch me again."

"Good… Because Shinra wanted to play with you again. I'll spend a little time with you guys in the meantime."

The blond-haired' eyes widened a little as he got the meaning of this sentence. Izaya was going to watch this? Unknown to him, his enemy had watched everything on camera the whole time, but to see it live was an entirely new experience and so much more exciting. The needle of the syringe went inside his right arm again, before the drug went through his blood system.

"All right, Shizuo-chan, let's make this more interesting for your little friend! Give him a little show, make him a bit hot yourself-" A furious glare was shot at him, so he stopped speaking temporarily. It was to be expected.

"Aw, come on, don't be like this. If you behave, it'll be over faster. Haven't you had ever sex before this? Maybe not. I mean who would have slept with a monster like you anyway?" A moment of silence, thick with an inexplicable obstinacy, then a very soft whisper broke the silence.

"Sorry, what was that? Didn't catch that."

"You! You and Shinra slept with me and I don't even know why! If I'm a monster like you claim, then why did you do that?" His voice broke as he screamed in despair. Nothing here made sense anymore. Not even the "almighty" Izaya. The black-haired man sat on the table, only looking at his toy. Izaya wasn't angry nor was he surprised. There was no reason to answer to Shizuo. Shinra would answer for him.

"Say something, damn it!", screamed Shizuo loudly. This flea was ignoring him. He didn't even have an answer.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes before soft footsteps could be heard. Izaya smirked and looked down to the kidnapped bartender.

"Oh, Izaya-kun! You're already here? Then I guess we can begin."

Shizuo made a noise of protest but otherwise didn't have the strength to fight anymore. Maybe the drugs were also keeping him tired.

Another moment of silence passed, thick with inexplicable obstinacy. Then, slowly, the other two began to unbutton their shirts. This action alone let Shizuo break out in cold sweat. His friend and enemy. His friend and his enemy! They slipped their shirts off, let it fall to the floor. Shizuo tried to look anywhere but his captors, but they betrayed him. His gaze always went to look at their bodies. The last time with them ended too fast, he didn't have a chance to look at anything but the ceiling. The ceiling and their laughing, aroused faces.

Soon all of their clothes were on the floor and then the flea began their little play.

"Shizu~chan. Please get on your knees and spread your legs now, all right?"

"No," came the swift reply, but still in a shaky voice. "You'd have to force me. I won't do that!"

"Oh. You will."

"No!"

It was nothing new after all. Izaya guessed that all kidnapped men – especially the men – would get angry after what they have done to him. They'd scream, kick, lash out. Only after a while, when they knew they had no way out, then they would beg. To please not kill them, to not hurt them anymore. But Shizuo was not like others. He was different. Has always been. And that's exactly what he hated about Shizuo. Why couldn't he ever be like all the other humans? Things would've been less exhausting.

"Fine," Shinra said, quite mildly. He was moving into a swift step, almost as if he had acted before he decided to do that himself.

Shizuo didn't speak. Didn't scream. Only a small gasp in surprise when Shinra grabbed his wrist and forced them apart to either side of him by a strength which was now far beyond his own.

Shinra kept him moving, upright, until they reached the table again, shoving him roughly onto his back on the table. A guttural "No" tore out of the bartender's throat. Even with the huge amount of drugs in his body, he tried to fight his fate. Izaya quickly stepped beside the table and helped strapping his wrists to the table.

"Shizuo-kun. I thought you didn't want to fight me?"

The bartender glared up at Shinra through a mist of fear.

"I knew you couldn't hold it in. It's you after all," said Shinra with a smile.

"Shinra. Let's get started already. We had an agreement that we could both play with him."

"I know, I know. Let's begin, Izaya-kun."

Shinra had chosen to hold him by the hips, lifting him up off the table and stood behind him. It was too quick for Shizuo to realize what happened. The thrusts had been quick, short, but the doctor had a scalpel in his hand. Again. Just like last time, he tried to carve something on his back. Izaya couldn't decipher what it was, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Shizu~chan. Look at me." His hand grabbed Shizuo's chin and crouched down to look him in the eyes. The eyes were full of tears and hate towards both of them.

"Izaya-kun, you can do him." The informant stepped behind his enemy and spit into his hand to get some lubrication. It would hurt him too much to just push in. The harsh breathing of Shizuo resonated in the room, occasionally soft sobs and for some reason, Shinra was already bored with the scalpel.

Without another thought, he thrust inside Shizuo, who only whimpered now. His breath quickened, his body trembled, but the difference of last time was huge.

"Izaya-kun." Suddenly, Izaya heard Shinra's voice behind him and hot pain flashed through his body. Out of pain and surprise, he gasped and his body spasmed.

"T-This was not o-our agree-ment, Shinra!" The doctor had just pushed inside him, tearing him apart. So this was, how Shizuo felt like. As if a knife has been pushed inside the lower body. It hurt a lot. It was different from the pain, when Shizuo decides to throw trash cans after him and actually hit him. This pain was burning hot.

"It wasn't but the atmosphere got to me. It didn't look like you'd mind. Let's just continue. Thrust inside Shizuo-kun. I'll follow you." Izaya didn't remember ever having dirty thoughts about his friend. He didn't know if he liked this situation.

"Y-You fucking pervert bastards... I'll k-kill you," gasped Shizuo after a few thrusts of them. Izaya thought for a moment, his erection would fade from the pain he was feeling. He never liked pain. But pleasure shot through his body. Slowly but surely. Maybe it was from the feeling of Shizuo under him whose face was flushed out of embarrassment. Or the doctor who thrust inside him, pushing against a spot which left him breathless for a few seconds. The thrusts behind the informant still stung. His entire rectal area burned and he knew by now that he was bleeding, could feel the hot slickness running between his thighs.

Minutes passed and somewhere in the back of his mind, Izaya could hear Shizuo's gasps, which sounded different than ever before. Quickly, he moved his hand towards the source of these sounds and stroked his member. Yes, he was definitely hard from Izaya pushing inside him.

"Shizu-chan... Come!"

The blonde man shook his head wildly, breath hitching and wishing it to be over, to spare him from the humiliation. But Izaya wouldn't be Izaya if he didn't annoy or torture him. His movements were quicker, ignoring Shinra's pace behind him and just concentrating on the other man.

"Come on. I want to do you a favour. If I were you, I'd take this chance of pleasure. Shizu-chan~", said Izaya breathless, hips quickening again and then it happened. His enemy, the monster, came with a shout, staining Izaya's hand and his own chest with cum. The black-haired man smirked and shortly came too. Only then he noticed Shinra pulling out of him. The doctor hadn't come yet?

"Izaya-kun, sorry but I want to have a go at him again."

Glancing at the limp body, he pulled out of him and stepped out of the way, sitting on the cold floor for a while.

Shizuo was still in one piece, so that's fine by him. One damaged piece, but still one nonetheless.

Shinra grabbed his friend's hips and pushed inside the swollen entrance.

"What are you doing, Shizu-chan... You are stronger than him. Stronger... The drugs should have lost its effects by now. You should have been able to move again...", thought Izaya, as he watched his best friend rape his enemy.

Shizuo struggled now and then and let his head fall back to the ground and for a second, his eyes met Izaya's. He wasn't sure what Shizuo tried to tell him. His lips formed words, but no sound came out. What did he want to tell him?

"S-A-V-E M-E..." How desperate can he get to seek help of him? The one he hated the most in the world? Before Shinra groaned his release out, Shizuo seemed to have lost hope entirely as he watched Izaya's face during the whole scene. He in turn didn't move his gaze away for one second, but followed every sign of pain, pleasure, hopelessness and hate. It was a wonderful sight. He wanted to take all these expressions in and never forget them. His chest felt tight as Shizuo sobbed when Shinra pulled out.

Naked, bruised and bleeding from his back, he lay curled on his side, occasionally overtaken by convulsive shivers but otherwise still. Only a steady rise and fall of his chest showed that he was alive.

"Thank you, Izaya-kun! I'll come by tomorrow again. Hopefully we can both meet here again."

The informant didn't bother to answer but nodded and soon the already fully clothed doctor left the room, leaving Izaya there, staring at Shizuo.

He would die. Soon, Shizuo would die and Izaya wouldn't have anyone else to hate.

The thought froze him to the floor. His entire body submerged in ice-cold despair. Releasing a sharp breath, he got up, gathered his clothes, locked the room and ran up to the shower. His thighs were still covered with blood and he washed everything away.

Suddenly he felt like he could never sleep peacefully again. He had to close his eyes and breathe slowly in and out to get his heart to calm down. Shizuo dying at their own hands...? A dead Shizuo was what he always wished for. That would make him happy, right?

This couldn't go on anymore. He had to make a quick decision, because tomorrow, Shinra would get back. And the doctor won't let Shizuo die. Only continuing his experiments until the blonde man would be nothing but an empty shell.

It was not an option for Izaya to let the man rot down there, broken and boring and letting these two men do whatever they wanted to.

Izaya eveloped an idea and took his cell phone in his hand.


I-I suddenly know how to write the ending! I can finally write again XD I hope I can finish this fanfiction finally. Thank you for everyone who has supported me until now *hugs you* I don't know though if everyone will like the ending, but it's what I have in mind.