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.
[Back to the 2nd day when Psyche came home with Shizuo]
"Welcome home, Shizuo-san!" Psyche opened the door and welcomed his new master in. Shizuo blushed faintly at the sight of Psyche wearing his one size larger shirt, pants and apron over it while holding a spatula.
"Sorry I borrowed your clothes. I was having mine laundered. Oh and dinner is ready! I hope you don't mind that I cleaned up your place while you were gone." Psyche was bubbly as he bounced back to the kitchen. One sniff of the air told Shizuo that he was rather hungry.
"I'm sorry I'm not a very good cook. I don't know a lot but I did my best!" Psyche smiled as he bounced around.
Shizuo had a strange sense of emotion in his chest. It felt nice to come home when there was someone waiting for you with dinner all prepared.
Psyche placed the grilled fish along with rice and miso soup. It was a simple dinner but it was hell of a lot better than convenient store's packed lunches. It had a very homey feeling.
Psyche asked about how the day at work was and Shizuo shrugged and said a few things such as punching a guy or two. But to the young man, it was all very exciting and asked even more questions wanting to hear more details.
After awhile, Shizuo switched the subject. "Psyche… I don't think it's a good idea for you to be too dependent of me."
Psyche stiffened at such a direct statement. "What do you mean Shizuo-san?"
"I mean… I think you should be more independent. You never went to school right? I guess it might be hard but being stuck at home all day isn't very good. Umm… maybe you can get a small job or something?"
"You… don't want me to stay with you? You don't like me anymore?" Psyche's eyes widened and already those large eyes were brimming with tears.
"N-no! That's not what I mean! I mean, you should go out and make some friends! Not stay cooped up here. It's… really not good for you." Shizuo tried again. He knew he himself was awkward with people but he wanted to give this young man a chance.
"…" Psyche looked saddened as he lowered his chopsticks, his eyes staring down at his bowl.
"Look, I'm not kicking you out Psyche. I just think… you should try to catch up with what you've missed out in life."
"This is… part of this freedom you speak of, Shizuo-san?"
"Yeah… kinda…"
Psyche sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll try it Shizuo-san."
Shizuo sighed in relief.
There was an awkward silence as Shizuo sat in his chair and watched Psyche do the dishes after they ate.
"Did you want some help?" Shizuo offered, watching his small back.
Psyche shook his head. "No, I like doing the dishes."
Shizuo sighed. It was not normal for anyone to like doing dishes.
'He really needs another hobby…' Shizuo thought. He wanted to show Psyche how fun life could be.
Shizuo retired for the night. As he got into his pajamas, he briefly wondered about their sleeping arrangements.
"Maybe I should sleep on the sofa…" Shizuo thought to himself.
"Shizuo-san!" Psyche came running now and hugged him from behind. He seemed to be happy again, their past heavy talk forgotten.
"I should buy you some clothes…" Shizuo said as he turned around.
"But I like wearing this." Psyche said as he pointed at Shizuo's clothes that was obviously too large on him. He was drowning in it, in a cute sort of way.
Shizuo looked away, feeling his face growing hot at the thought.
"Anyways, I'll give you the bed for the night. I'll take the sofa. I'll try to think of a way to get a new futon or a bed. Sorry my place is kinda cramped…" Shizuo paused from his talk as he stared down at Psyche, he was looking up at him as he was about to burst into tears.
"Y-you really don't like me Shizuo-san? Do you hate me that much?"
"W-what? No! Where did this come from?"
"B-but you want to sleep separately!"
"Of course we should sleep separately, I mean… the bed's kinda small… don't you want to… umm…"
"No! I want to sleep together!" Psyche pouted and hugged tighter.
Shizuo was at a loss for words as Psyche cuddled, burying his face into the back of the debt collector, his arms around the man tightening into a squeeze like a panda.
"… look. Just because I'm not sleeping with you… wait that sounds wrong. Uhh.. just because we're not sleeping together doesn't mean… wait.. that sounds wrong too."
Shizuo sighed.
"Okay, fine. We'll sleep together for now."
Psyche jumped for joy.
"I still think… it's a bad idea…" Shizuo frowned as he made for his bed.
As soon as they were in bed, Psyche crawled on top of Shizuo and straddled him. Before Shizuo could even ask why, Psyche placed his arms around the debt collector's neck and kissed.
That stunned Shizuo.
Psyche's soft lips pressed lightly against the blond as his tongue licked his lips moist. The raven haired man sucked on his lips, begging for entry.
"W-wait, Psyche!" Shizuo pushed the man off of him. Psyche stopped, wondering what Shizuo wanted.
"W-what was that for?" Shizuo spluttered. Psyche looked confused.
"What was what for?"
"Y-you kissed me! And you didn't do anything to apologize for!"
"Of course. I love you." Psyche said simply.
Shizuo's mouth gaped open. Then he shook his head.
"Wait. I think we should take one step at a time…" Shizuo hadn't even confessed yet. And something felt really off about this. He should be happy. He should be glad. Yet something was really wrong. It wasn't the same bubbly feeling he had felt when he was with Psyche. Everything felt unnatural and forced.
"You don't love me, Shizuo-san?" Psyche's magenta eyes darkened with sadness as his shoulders drooped.
"I… well, this is all kind of sudden…" Shizuo hesitated. True, he thought he loved Psyche. Why else would he go through all that pain and trouble to free him? Even though he hated violence more than anything.
A small thought popped into Shizuo's head again. A fear that always lurked in the darkest corner of his mind.
That he did all this just to spite Izaya.
Now that Psyche was all over him, Shizuo hesitated. He wasn't sure if Shizuo himself truly loved this man, or was under an illusion that he did. He wondered if this was just an excuse to get back at Orihara Izaya.
Worst, he was worried if he was attracted to Psyche because of his physical similarities of the infamous informant he thought he hated. More so because Psyche was such a cuter guy except he looked exactly like Orihara Izaya. Psyche kept reminding him of Izaya's existence.
He wondered if he had just wished Izaya acted cuter like Psyche, and was actually not in love with the mirror-image of his enemy, but just wanted to fantasize about Izaya being kinder man.
A softer man with a tender heart who hid that weaker side of him in fear of being looked down upon.
Shizuo gulped as he looked up at Psyche, who looked so much like Izaya. And he looked as if he was about to cry.
"L-look. I think we're… going a bit too fast."
"B-but I love you!"
"Y-yeah but well…"
"So you don't love me?"
"I…" Shizuo hesitated. Did he love him? Did he not know? What was he really feeling? All he knew was that something was really wrong and very off about the whole situation. Psyche never acted so forward sexually. He was cute and friendly and his kisses were always innocent and apologetic.
That kiss just now was anything but innocent. It was seductive and sensual.
It didn't help that Shizuo's groin stirred immediately despite his mind screaming at him with all kinds of warnings.
"I don't hate you." Shizuo said, because that part was at least true. "Believe me."
Psyche's eyes softened as he cuddled, burying his face on his shoulder.
"I love you Shizuo-san. Please don't let me go." Psyche cupped Shizuo's face and kissed him again. Shizuo's heart pounded so hard, he thought his heart would jump out of his chest.
"I love you."
Psyche's gentle words reached Shizuo's ears and his soft lips touched his own. The face of Orihara Izaya that he hated looking down at him longingly and the voice that would grate his ears calling out to him so tenderly as he whispered a mantra of "I love you"s confused Shizuo.
'This is Psyche. Psyche!' Shizuo tried to shake the thought of the flea out of his head and concentrate. But it was hard. The image of Izaya did not leave him whether he closed his eyes or opened them. Psyche looked like the exact splitting image of Izaya, minus the cocky attitude and smirk.
It did not help at all because when Izaya had pretended to be Psyche, he had made the exact same faces.
Both faces of Psyche and Izaya now overlapped in Shizuo's mind as he was reminded again of that night at the festival. Shizuo tried to wrap his mind around it, explaining to himself over and over this wasn't Izaya. This was Psyche. And he loved Psyche.
Right?
He had endured violence just to bring him back. He had endured pain to set him free.
Or did Shizuo hate Izaya so much that he went through that length to…
Shizuo's thought broke when Psyche stopped kissing him, lowered himself and licked at his exposed cock. The blond gasped, shocked out of his mind at the sensation. His mind was so out of it, he didn't even feel Psyche slip down his pajamas.
"P-Psyche, wai- nngh..!" Shizuo groaned as Psyche wrapped his fingers around his engorged cock and stroked while his tongue licked him up and down the shaft. His deft thumb rubbed at the sensitive head, while he sucked expertly on his testicles.
"S-shit…!" Shizuo could barely think anymore as his heavy lidded eyes barely opened, watching the young man suck and lick at his exposed flesh like delicious candy. Psyche's cheeks were flushed light pink and the way his tongue licked him up only made Shizuo's cock harder at the sight.
Psyche was indeed very good. He watched carefully at which areas Shizuo twitched and moaned, memorizing it and expertly balanced where and how to lick and suck until the blond groaned, exploding his load into Psyche's mouth.
Shizuo panted, watching with even more fascination as Psyche sucked him dry and then poured the rest of the cum back onto his hand. Slipping out of his pants, the young man straddled the blond once more and spread his rear cheeks with his own sticky fingers, slipping them inside. Shizuo sucked in his breath as he watched the show, Psyche on his knees and moaning as he prepped himself up for his master. Shizuo's tired cock twitched at the sight with renewed vitality.
With a smile, Psyche spread his hole and placed himself above Shizuo's erection. The blond and the raven haired-man groaned simultaneously as Psyche lowered himself, his fingers still stretching him apart as he did so.
Psyche waited only briefly to get adjusted to Shizuo. "Shizuo-san… is kinda big…" he said with a staggering breath. This only made Shizuo's face flushed even more at his words.
"Well… I…" but he was cut off again by another groan as Psyche began to move, riding him up and down. With his hands on Shizuo's toned stomach, Psyche began to move his hips, his panting aroused face close to the blond's. Shizuo's chest heaved deeply, his cock fully erected again as he watched Izaya's face flush and his voice whimper with desires and need.
Finally giving up, since Psyche had already given himself fully to him, Shizuo gently brushed back those locks of raven hair and placed his hand behind the back of his neck. Pulling him close, they locked lips, their tongues mingling as Psyche sucked on him hungrily.
Shizuo groaned again because Psyche was a really good kisser, his ass squeezing down on Shizuo's cock as he moved. Feeling the need to thrust faster, Shizuo switched positions, Psyche's back on the bed sheets as he held onto his thighs, spreading him wider as he pounded his hips forward, in and out of that tight ring of muscle.
Psyche writhed and moaned, his fingers tightening around the sheets as he cried out Shizuo's name, panting and gasping. Shizuo couldn't help thinking how he looked so much like Izaya from that night of the fireworks as Shizuo thrust into the body that was exactly the same, with the same aroused face.
Not long after, Shizuo groped at those pale supple thighs and came hard, filling Psyche with his cum as the raven haired man's sperm splashed onto his stomach.
Moaning as orgasm hit him hard, Shizuo fell back onto the bed, sleep heavily consuming him.
Psyche tangled his limbs with the blond, snuggling even with his thighs dripping wet with sticky cum as he closed his eyes happily.
The next morning Shizuo woke up with a shock.
Psyche was covered in bruises.
Well not particularly covered. But everywhere Shizuo had touched, there were obvious bruised marks in the shape of Shizuo's hand.
Shizuo winced as he looked at Psyche who was rubbing his eyes sleepily. The moment Shizuo woke up, he had practically screamed in shock, waking up the sleeping man.
"What is it Shizuo-san?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Shizuo cringed, slightly moving away. He didn't even want to touch Psyche anymore, afraid that even his light brush would damage the fragile man. Shizuo wasn't sure if he lost himself in the passion of that night or not. He didn't think he was being aggressive at all, but those marks said otherwise.
"Said what?"
"T-that… I was hurting you."
"You didn't, Shizuo-san."
"Of course I did! Look at yourself!"
Psyche looked down at his bruised body.
"It's okay. I'm trained to endure a lot of pain. It didn't hurt that much really."
"That's not the point here!"
Shizuo let out a staggering sigh.
"This won't do. We'll need a separate sleeping arrangements." Shizuo decided as he got up.
"NO!" Psyche jumped on his back and clung desperately.
"No, no! No! I don't want to! Don't hate me Shizuo-san! Don't push me away!" Psyche started to cry again and Shizuo was at a loss as to what he should do.
"Look, I'm not pushing you away." Shizuo hesitated before he placed his hands on top of Psyche's which had wrapped around him.
"I… just don't want to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me."
Shizuo frowned. "Yes I did."
"You'll hurt me more if you don't sleep with me!"
Psyche's words rang true to Shizuo. If Psyche was like this then it would hurt Psyche even more if Shizuo had run away from him this way.
Shizuo sighed.
"Alright. But give me some time to… at least get over this problem. I'm really afraid to touch you right now. Either way, I'll be late for work."
Psyche sniffled but slowly released Shizuo. Still clinging onto Shizuo's back shirt, Psyche asked, "You wouldn't throw me away, would you, Shizuo-san?"
Those words strangely sounded painful. Shizuo briefly wondered if being sold from Izaya had really hurt this man more than he had let on. His cheerful outer appearance was so misleading.
"Of course not. I wouldn't do anything dumb like that."
Then he remembered.
Izaya.
Did Izaya too get bruised that night? Shizuo was much more aggressive and relentless that time.
Curious and feeling the need to change the subject away from the sleeping arrangements, Shizuo turned to face Psyche and held him close.
"Hey, I was wondering… umm… that night… at the festival. Why did you switch places with Izaya?"
"Because he told me to." Psyche looked up and spoke clearly. Shizuo searched his eyes but they hinted no sadness.
"You do anything he tells you to?"
"Of course. He's my master."
Shizuo forced to swallow a growl.
"Okay… fine. So you went home?"
"Yeah."
Shizuo half wanted to ask what Psyche really wanted but he had a feeling that this man probably didn't even really know what to answer. Hopefully, Shizuo would be able to slowly heal him and erase the existence of Izaya within.
"Alright, well… this might be a weird question but… did… Izaya… have bruises that night too?"
"Bruises? Yeah he did, though I didn't really realize until later." Psyche again spoke without much thought. He didn't seem to have found it weird that Izaya came home with bruises. "He was limping too. And though I expected him to scold me or punish me, he sort of went straight to bed."
"Why didn't you… realize until later?" Shizuo asked, curious again. So he had hurt the man after all. He felt strangely vindicated in hearing that though at the same time, guilty.
"Well, as my punishment, he wouldn't let me sleep with him for a week so I couldn't tell. He had a few bandages but it wasn't until a week later I saw Izaya fully nude so…"
"Huh…" Shizuo winced. It confirmed that Psyche did sleep with Izaya, and the thought was painful. He wanted to hold Psyche tighter but was still afraid to bruise him further.
"Shizuo-san, you'll be late if you don't take your shower now." Psyche spoke up, breaking the debt collector's thoughts. "I'll wash your back!" Psyche chimed happily.
"I think I'll wash on my own, thanks." Shizuo declined, thinking if Psyche had jumped in the shower with him, they would be doing something more than simply taking a shower together.
As Shizuo got into the shower, he thought to himself, 'I wonder if the flea was so hurt he didn't sleep with Psyche for a week so he could heal. It would make sense for him to not show his weakness to anyone, even to someone like Psyche…'
With the warm water washing away the dirt and feeling much more refreshed, Shizuo took a deep breath. 'I should stop thinking about Izaya. For now, I have to work with Psyche.' He had a lot to do to and a lot to teach to the young man. Shizuo forced himself not to get distracted at the thought of him hurting Izaya and mused about what he could teach to Psyche instead.
One of the first things Shizuo asked, not commanded, Psyche to do was to try to get a job. This is hard considering Psyche had no proper paper works to show his citizenship. And Shizuo out right said no to Psyche getting into any underground business.
So Psyche looked for part time work that perhaps students did where they were given cash for working one hour. Wearing his white fluffy coat with his pink buttons, he asked shop after shop for work. All of them turned them down when Psyche said he had no other previous job experience. Feeling down casted, Psyche returned home and tried again the next day.
Every night, Shizuo refused Psyche's sexual advances. On the third night, Psyche finally broke down and cried. He felt pathetic and useless since he couldn't even get one thing right. He couldn't make Shizuo happy. He couldn't find a proper job because he was useless. He couldn't satisfy Shizuo physically. There was only so much Psyche could handle before he couldn't take it anymore.
Shizuo hugged the crying man and pat him on the back.
"Hey, stop crying. It hurts me to see you cry."
Hearing that Psyche tried his best to stop but the dam was already broken.
"Y-you don't love me anymore…" Psyche hic-cuped as he buried his face on his shoulders.
"T-that's not true…" Shizuo sighed. He himself was feeling confused and he really needed time to sort it out. It wasn't working out at all that Psyche was practically throwing himself in front of him when he needed his space.
"I do love you as a friend. That's definitely for sure. Possibly more than a friend time to time." Shizuo admitted he had felt attractions to him several times in the past few months he had known Psyche. He was still scared of touching the man. Even holding him like this gave Shizuo a feeling of self-hate, but he was doing his best to overcome it. He was still very afraid to hurt him, but he also knew he had to get over this fear.
"But just because we feel an attraction doesn't automatically equal love. I want to make sure it's not just pure lust here. And… I want you to love me for who I am, not just because you consider me your master." Shizuo breathed and finally said his mind, because the change over Psyche had bothered him immensely.
"But I do love you! I need you! And I can't live without you!" Psyche cried out, finally looking up at him with desperate eyes. "I think of you every day and every night and I try to think of ways to please you. I want you to be happy because that's what makes me happy."
Shizuo looked at Psyche with the most saddest eyes at hearing those words.
"Psyche… that's not love." Shizuo wiped away the tear with his thumb as he caressed him.
"That's… co-dependency."
"Co-dependency?"
"Yeah… you might be mixing up your emotions for me. I mean…" But Shizuo paused. He couldn't ask it. It was too painful. 'How can you switch from loving Izaya to loving me so instantly?' Shizuo thought to himself. It was impossible. It was more like Psyche had switched who he was being co-dependent upon.
Psyche looked up at Shizuo with confused eyes. "What's… co-dependency?"
"Well… it's… when you lower yourself while you think of others higher, trying to take care of them excessively… kind of to the point where it's harmful."
"But I'm not hurting you Shizuo-san." Psyche didn't understand.
"Well the relationship is harmful. And you are hurting yourself, Psyche."
Psyche still didn't understand him.
"Then what is love, Shizuo-san?"
"Good question." Shizuo sadly smiled.
"I'm not sure myself."
The next day, Psyche passed by a bakery. He crouched and look through the windows, staring at the rows of freshly baked bread and cakes.
'It'd be nice if I had a job and bought Shizuo-san these cakes. He really likes sweets...'
Psyche still didn't understand why trying to care for Shizuo was wrong and bad. Wasn't that love?
Psyche pouted as he remembered Shizuo's words. It didn't make sense for him.
"Young man... can I help you?"
Psyche looked up to see a lady standing by the door way, half opening the shop's door.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I must be in the way of your business." He got up and bowed.
"You looked so sad... did you... need to buy something for someone?" the middle-aged lady with a kind smile asked.
Psyche slightly blushed and looked down at his feet. "Well, to be honest, I'm looking for a job. I want to make someone happy and buy him some cakes but... I don't have any job or money so..." Psyche smiled and looked up at the lady. "I'm sorry I was in the way. I hope you have nice day miss!" He bowed and was ready to leave.
"Ah, wait." The lady called out to him. "Well it looks like you are in some sort of a predicament, and one of our part-time worker recently left to go back to school. If you don't mind, you can help out a little and give it a try?"
"Really?" Psyche's eyes brightened and his face lit up with a smile.
The lady smiled at him. "Well, you look like a nice young man. Let's give it a try. My name is Sumire."
"Ah~ Sumire-san! I'm Psyche! Please call me Psyche!" he enthusiastically bowed.
"Well then, Psyche. Let's start with carrying the fresh bread out for the customers."
"Yes! Thank you!"
Psyche ran in after the young woman.
After working hard the whole day, Sumire decided to hire him as a permanent helper. Psyche got a bit of cash and went home with bakery goods. He got a small tart and chocolate croissant to share with Shizuo.
When Shizuo came home that day, Psyche jumped him as soon as he entered the door. He immediately told him he got a job and how his day went as well as showed off the cake he got for the debt collector.
Shizuo smiled and hugged the young man who still was doing his very best to show how much he cared. When he saw the chocolate croissant, his eyes softened a bit at the memory.
They split the tart and the chocolate croissant in half and fed each other the sweets as Psyche sat on his lap in the living room, watching the T.V. in leisure. Overall it was a relaxing night as Psyche talked about his first day at work happily and Shizuo listened to him chatter away.
The days went by fast, Psyche got used to working and coming up. He still managed to cook and clean every day, making sure Shizuo got to eat dinner properly. Psyche learned to cook things Shizuo liked without burning too much and Shizuo appreciated that he didn't have to eat from the convenient store anymore. Though whatever Psyche cooked, the blond appreciated, Psyche always tried to become better.
It was almost tiring for Shizuo to see Psyche try so hard though it was also endearing.
The main problem was still at night. Shizuo was afraid to bruise Psyche each time he touched him, while Psyche missed the physical contact. Not to mention Shizuo was still unsure that Psyche loved him back properly and didn't wish to have sexual intercourse when they were still in the unsure phase. The raven haired man however, did not care about such a fine line that distinguished the love and codependency.
Later that week, Psyche broke down and cried yet again in bed when Shizuo refused to even hug him.
Shizuo sighed.
"Psyche… look. I… don't think this is a good idea…" He had a light headache from the lack of sleep he had been getting each night.
"B-but… Shizuo-san… I…"
"We went over this already. Just because I don't… do things with you doesn't mean I love you less."
"Do you… still love me? I can't tell anymore…" Psyche sighed as he sat up. The glow of the moon accentuated his silhouette. His petit body was beautiful, Shizuo thought, though it reminded him yet again of another certain man with the same body of that night of fireworks.
Shizuo shivered as he pushed that thought away.
Then he remembered how much he did care for this man who had opened up to him that night.
And how that damn flea once again took away his chance.
"Psyche… come here."
Psyche leaned in, wrapping his arms around Shizuo's broad shoulders. Immediately the debt collector stiffened.
"It's alright Shizuo-san. You won't hurt me."
"But I did hurt you. I…"
"Shh…" Psyche leaned closer and kissed, a light kiss as his lips barely touched the blond's.
"You won't hurt me. I promise."
Shizuo frowned. It wasn't Psyche who had to control the power, it was Shizuo. So how…
"Lean back. I got an idea." Psyche giggled as he pushed the blond down, not giving up now that Shizuo was willing to listen instead of forcing them to 'sleep,' like he had always done.
"You don't have to do anything. Since you think even touching me will hurt me. Can you just watch me at least?"
"Watch you?"
"If you watch me… you won't be hurting me right?" Psyche smirked impishly as he pulled out a brand new pink bottle of lube.
"Where… did you get that?"
"Bought it with my salary." Psyche giggled almost mischievously as he teasingly licked the cap.
"You shouldn't waste money on such dumb things…" Shizuo blushed slightly at Psyche's action.
"You said I can buy whatever I want right? I bought some other toys too.. though I guess that's for next time."
"Toys?"
"You'll see Shizuo-san~" he giggled as he opened the cap and poured the lube on his fingers, warming them up.
"So… you want me to… watch you?" Shizuo felt dizzy at just the thought of… seeing Psyche jerk himself off.
"Well either you watch me or not, I'm really horny. You haven't touched me for a week…" Psyche started to stroke himself, willing an erection as he closed his eyes and moaned.
Already Shizuo started to feel hot.
He fingered his hole with his lubricated fingers. He moaned slightly when he scissored himself, while Shizuo felt his pants tighten at the sight. Shizuo's eyes widened as he saw Psyche stretch himself and he could see those inner muscles of his hole.
The young man hid a giggle at his master's reaction. Then he lay in bed, his ass in the air as two hands wrapped around his cheeks. The two fingers were now multiplied into four fingers as he stretched himself as far as he could to show to his master how big of a cock could fit inside him.
"Shizuo-san…. Shizuo-san…." Psyche closed his eyes and moaned while his fingers dipped inside and slid in and out. The lubricate made squirting, squishing sound that made Shizuo's stomach flop funnily and his cock throb with pain.
"Psyche… I really don't think this is a good idea…" Shizuo knew he was just repeating himself but he had nothing else to say.
"Shizuo-san… can I… just… nnggh… use your cock…. This is too painful with just my fingers. I… I can't reach deep enough…"
Shizuo struggled, his lower body was painfully saying 'yes I need this now!' while his upper brain was screaming with an inner alarm that kept repeating to him that this was a bad idea, that he will regret this.
"How… are you…" was all he could manage to say as he watched the muscles around the hole ate up those fingers eagerly.
Psyche sat up with a childish and playful grin, breaking off the trance that Shizuo was in when he couldn't see his bottom anymore. The raven haired man pushed the blond back onto the pillows as he pulled down his pants and his boxers with it.
"W-wait, Psyche!"
"Don't worry, you won't be touching me."
Shizuo hissed when his cock popped out of his boxers, fully in display of hard and aroused he was. The debt collector finally understood what Psyche was saying when the said-man straddled him, his ass hovering just above his cock.
"Oh…" a moan escaped when the pink head of the erection rubbed against the lubbed ass. It felt incredible. Shizuo hadn't masturbated in a long time, and of course, he hadn't had sex with anyone else either.
"Shizuo-san…" Psyche breathed, his eyes heavy with desire as he stroke his own erection.
"Hnngh….aaah…"
He moaned while the other groaned, as Psyche dropped himself, wrapping that hard rod with his tight muscles.
"Oh god…" Shizuo shuddered, almost climaxing from the sensation alone. Psyche clamped his inner walls and smiled at his master's reaction.
'Ah… he still does love me.' Psyche felt his chest tighten harder at seeing his master reciprocate again.
After adjusting to his size, Psyche started to move. Slowly at first, but finding his pace. Shizuo clenched his hands around the bed sheets as the sweat formed around his brow. He wanted to pound into him. He wanted to touch that supple skin and roll his hips in tandem.
It was almost painful to not move but let Psyche bounce up and down, moaning his name.
It wasn't long until they both came, white blurring their visions as Psyche toppled on top of his master with a happy sigh.
It wasn't until Shizuo caught his breath and was sure he won't accidentally hurt the young man if he moved with just passion and without thinking of his strength, that he wrapped his arms around the sleeping man and pulled up the covers so they could sleep.
But the debt collector did not sleep. He had a lot to think that night.
It was a quiet weekend afternoon. There was only a sound of Tsugaru flipping through the documents before they were filed away and the click-clack from Izaya's rapid typing which only took a break when he sipped his black coffee.
Life had become complacent, as Tsugaru brought a strange peace to Izaya's apartment. Every time Izaya exploded into bouts of anger, Tsugaru was there to pacify his outbursts.
During the night, they usually had steamy sex but even that was an evidence of their unhealthy relationship as Izaya clung to him desperately, squeezing everything he could out of Tsugaru.
It was a miracle that Tsugaru was able to withstand Orihara Izaya since if it were anyone else, they would have tried to kill themselves just to be released from this bond that was like a noose around the neck that tightened day by day.
While sorting through a pile of stuff, Tsugaru found a dusty white and pink headset. Curious, he pulled it up to notice that it was hooked to an mp3 player. He turned it on and was stunned into silence as the familiar music flooded his ears.
Izaya looked up from his typing when he heard a muffled sound emitting from the corner Tsugaru was working.
"Ah, you found Psyche's headset. He used to compose music as his hobby."
"Psyche?" Tsugaru turned to meet Izaya's red eyes that danced lightly in amusement. He had heard Izaya say that name a few times but never bothered to ask who he was.
Now he was very curious.
"Yes. The previous slave I bought before you. He ran off with Shizu-chan." Izaya grumbled. That wasn't entirely true but he didn't feel like elaborating.
Tsugaru sat there listening to the music over and over, hearing Psyche sing.
Watching Tsugaru so engrossed in Psyche's song made Izaya finally think about what had happened a month back. He had not approached Ikebukuro at all since the incident. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Just the thought alone revolted him and made him shake with anger.
But after a month has passed, he had calmed down considerably. Back then, just the thought of the blond debt collector would have sent Izaya in a fit of rage for no reason, lashing out at Tsugaru. Now he sort of missed his favorite city.
"Tsugaru. If you want, you can keep that headset. I have no use for it." Izaya stood up after he saved his work on his computer.
"May I master?" Tsugaru looked genuinely happy.
"Yes. And I think I'm up for Sushi, how about you?" Izaya offered as he made to grab his fur coat to go to Russia Sushi for dinner.
"Sushi! Sushi!" Psyche exclaimed loudly as he bounced along side Shizuo. The blond looked a bit embarrassed as passer-bys stared at the white and pink clad man skip along the streets like an elementary boy.
But Shizuo decided not to say anything. He smiled slightly at seeing Psyche so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. When Shizuo offered to take Psyche out that night, for a slightly formal date in hopes that they could establish a healthier relationship that didn't centralize around just sex, Psyche had announced that he liked the sushi at Russia Sushi.
It was very rare for Psyche to make a choice so Shizuo went along with it.
Little did the four of them know, that a storm was brewing in Ikebukuro.
Author's Note: I apologize for the late update. Instead you can have... a LONG chapter instead lol. Thank you so much for so many reviews. It's the most reviews I've ever had in a chapter and I was very touched!
Izzykun: I WOULD LOVE to have a beta! ;_;
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