Title: 500 Million in Debt
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya x Tsugaru x Psyche
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: Izaya acquires Psyche and later Tsugaru as his sex toy. It can become Shizaya later.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"PSYCHE!" Izaya spluttered as he pulled away. Psyche blinked back, not sure why his master was so flustered. Then he turned to face his audience gawking at him, even more confused as to what was the huge surprise. Erika started to squeal but the other men looked like they just saw something they couldn't handle.

Psyche being oblivious, turned to look behind him thinking they weren't looking at him but something behind him that must be more interesting.

This turned out to be a fatal mistake as Psyche froze and quickly hid behind Izaya. Scowling at his reaction, Izaya didn't even have the time to scold his apprentice. When he turned to see what Psyche saw that made him so scared, his eyes met Shizuo's as he stood in the entrance shocked along with his boss Tom who facepalmed at the inevitable future chaos.

Izaya was mortified that his mortal enemy saw him kiss his own look-alike but damage was done. He covered it up with a forced smile.

"Ah~ Shizu-chan. How unfortunate that our paths meet again," Izaya flips out his switchblade.

"Psyche, get the to-go box. I believe we've overstayed our welcome."

Psyche scurried to grab their dinner and then clung behind Izaya again. He was trembling violently.

Shizuo frowned, feeling very guilty. He didn't know what had occurred that would make this guy kiss Izaya, but that thought disappeared in his mind as now he saw Psyche quiver with fear. Shizuo didn't mean to make that man be so terrified of him.

"Shizu-chan. I'd appreciate it if you'd just let us go. I'm not interested in playing violent games with you today," Izaya waved his flickblade toward his enemy, trying to read this man who continued to be unpredictable.

"Suit yourself. Get the fuck out Izaya, you stink up the place anyway. It leaves a bad aftertaste," Shizuo grunted as he took a few steps away from the entrance.

Izaya raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that Shizuo was letting him go so easily. Then again, this man always did continue to be unpredictable no matter what.

"Come Psyche. Let's go."

Holding onto Psyche's wrist firmly, Izaya escaped Russia Sushi unharmed. As Psyche gripped tightly onto Izaya's hand he dared not to look at Shizuo's face.

Shizuo, seeing Psyche look petrified with fear, felt extremely guilty for traumatizing the man thinking he was Izaya. He wasn't someone who enjoyed displaying violence to begin with, especially when the guy meant no harm. Shizuo watched them go with conflicted feelings.

And Tom, who watched Shizuo let Izaya walk out of Ikebukuro unharmed, wondered if the sun rose from the west this morning.

It took another week for Psyche to face his fears. Izaya made sure that he gave Psyche small errands that forced him out of the house once a day. Usually they were small things such as getting the mail, or grabbing their pre-ordered lunch bento.

As long as Psyche stayed close to Izaya's place and walked in short distances, Izaya thought Psyche would be safe. Psyche too grew more accustomed to doing small errands outside alone, familiarizing himself with Shinjuku bit by bit.

However, Shizuo continued to be a factor Izaya could never predict.

"Tom-san… this place is…" Shizuo hesitated.

"Yeah, I know we're nearby his place but we'll make this quick. The last info we have on this guy is that he ran away here."

Shizuo frowned. The reason why they rarely came to Shinjuku was because they debtors were usually too poor to live in such high-end places. Though a few times they were well-connected enough to hide in their friend's or family's place who were more well off then they were.

Shizuo didn't like this. They were too close to the louse's apartment. Normally, he didn't fear beating the shit out of Izaya but…

…strangely he feared Psyche's terrified eyes that couldn't stop crying.

It left a really bad taste in his mouth.

Shizuo grumbled as he followed Tom to Shinjuku.

"Psyche, could you go grab some pastries at the bakery? We have a special guest coming and we need some cakes to serve." Namie said as she looked into the empty fridge.

"Okay!" Psyche nodded as he got up from his musical note sheets. His newest hobby he picked up was song writing and strangely he was quite good at it. Namie gave her some lists of pastries and tarts to buy at the French bakery nearby.

Geared with his favorite headset that Izaya had bought him along with his mp3 player, Psyche headed out for another errand.

When Tom said they were done for the day early since they had came all the way to Shinjuku. By the time they went back to Ikebukuro for more work, it'd be too late anyway.

After parting their ways, Shizuo walked over to the famous French Bakery nearby. It was very well known for its pastries though because of its location, Shizuo never got many chances to make a visit. Even though he wanted to leave this stinking city as soon as possible, Shizuo could not deny his sweet tooth.

What surprised him however was seeing a certain man with the same face as his hateful louse peering at the window next to the cashier as he chose a few tarts.

"Erm… I also need… uh… tee… teela…" he frowned as he looked at his notes that Namie had scribbled.

"Tira misu."

"Ah, yes. Tira misu…" Psyche froze. He knew that voice.

Nervously and slowly he looked up toward the ceiling to notice a certain blond man in a bartender suit peer down at him.

Psyche started to shiver again. But he held his ground. He refused to give up on his mission! Even if he was scared to death of this man!

Shizuo sighed at Psyche's reaction. He really did feel guilty since this guy did nothing bad.

"Psyche… was it?" Shizuo remembered how Izaya called him. "You're here alone?"

Psyche nodded slowly, gripping hard onto the note that held his mission.

"Are you… buying these for yourself?" Shizuo noted that he had a lot of cakes and tarts by the counter to be rung up.

Psyche shook his head. "No, they're for Izaya and his guests."

Shizuo frowned, "that louse. You don't get to have any for yourself? This place is pretty good you know."

Psyche said slowly, "but… these are for Izaya and his guests," as he repeated those words.

Shizuo sighed. What the hell did Izaya teach him to make him so obedient?

"Here, let me… try to make it up for you. I'll buy you something. Go ahead and choose."

Psyche's eyes widened. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. Choose anything."

Psyche looked back at the window, overwhelmed by the selection and by this man who he feared but now suddenly surprised him with a treat. He wasn't sure if he should take it…

"But, Izaya said I shouldn't take anything from strangers…"

Shizuo scoffed. "It's not like we're strangers… not really anyway. Besides you're not a kid, you should make some decisions for yourself. There's no way I could have poisoned all the bread here right?"

Psyche gave him an incredulous look.

"Hey, hey don't give me that look!" Shizuo noggled Psyche's head playfully. Though he knew he was perhaps stepping out of the line, he really didn't like that look that made him feel even more guilty, and the only thing he could think of was a playful gesture to get Psyche to warm up to him just a bit.

Psyche winced at the pain though it didn't hurt as much. The blond's touch was warm and Psyche could feel his heart through those gestures. Feeling a bit more secure, the young raven haired man looked at the pastries again. There was such a large selection and he never had Izaya indulge him with so many choices.

Izaya had always chosen for him. Everything they ate, Izaya had carefully selected their menu and diet. Izaya had selected that Psyche should wear, what he should do that day and he controlled every single decision Psyche was to make.

So to even select a pastry for himself was a new experience for Psyche. He didn't even know what his own 'taste' was like at all.

"Erm… how about… that?" Psyche pointed at the cheapest pastry he could find. He only decided on that particular bread because he didn't want to impose on this man.

"Just a croissant?" Shizuo frowned. "Not that I'm ridiculing your choice but there's all sorts of really nice tarts and cakes here."

"It's okay. I never had to choose something before. I'm curious how it'll taste like!" Psyche smiled. Shizuo stared at him almost stunned. Seeing Izaya's face smile like that was unthinkable until now.

It looked brilliant on him.

Shizuo wasn't sure why his face started to flush but he shrugged it off.

"One croissant and chocolate croissant please," Shizuo said to the cashier. He handed both of them to Psyche.

"Here. Try the chocolate croissant too. They use a really nice cream mixture here and it's famous for it."

Psyche took the bag along with the bag that held Izaya's pastries. He peered at his own bag and smiled.

"Thanks mister!"

Shizuo flinched.

"The name, Heiwajima Shizuo. Don't call me mister."

"Okay, Shizuo-san!" Psyche smiled back happily.

Shizuo felt his heart thump a bit faster but he dismissed it. More than anything, he was glad that this man wasn't afraid of him anymore.

Author's Note:

Nime624 : hahaha... let's just say that Psyche finished eating all the bread on the way home so Izaya didn't notice. (I skipped that scene since I didn't think it was that vital to the story)

Chocomintkt: I like writing Erika too! (i misspelled her name earlier oops) and as for who tried to buy Psyche so much in Chapter 1~~~ maaay get revealed later~ maybe not~ who knows kufufu

963Q-karin: Tsugaru isn't even introduced yet~~~ and oh man, i can't wait until I bring Tsugaru into this love triangle hehehe... let's develop Shizuo x Psyche first ne~

Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing! I really love you guys ;_;