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.
Izaya let out a heavy sigh as the car stopped in front of the entrance to the gallery, Shiki's division's headquarters. The men opened the door for him as Izaya slipped out of the black car with deeply tinted windows. No matter how grim he felt, the smile never wavered in front of Shiki's men.
Even when the men opened the door and Izaya saw a full display of his look alike moaning and writhing as the men fucked him from the behind and from the front, the smile never wavered, though it became more strained.
"Evening, Orihara-san," the kanbu let out a long breath of smoke that hazed in the air before it dissipated.
"Shiki-san~ I thought you don't… damage the goods, so to speak, before the trade." Izaya gave him a false concerned frown for the yakuza's ethics.
"He's not goods, is he?" Shiki shrugged. "Rather, he's the sole reason why our realgoods got lost."
Izaya let out another disappointed sigh. "Fine. Let's cut to the chase shall we?" Izaya gave him a look that meant serious business. "I want Psyche back."
"That can be a problem, Orihara-san. You see… the bird he released…"
"Yes, yes I know. A rare one. I'm sure your client is very upset. I can pay for it."
"But you can't pay for our damaged reputation." Shiki smirked as he leaned on one arm of his chair with an amused look. It was even rare to see Izaya show irritation or anxiety after all.
They eyed each other as Shiki's men continued to fuck Psyche through both holes. Izaya finally gave Shiki an irritated look. It was very distracting to think while a boy with his face was being fucked right next to the man he was trying to negotiate with.
All part of Shiki's plan, Izaya presumed.
"Fine. I take it you want me to take part of the shame?" Izaya grimaced.
"A lesson, perhaps. Maybe you can train your boy not to mess with us next time… considering he doesn't even seem to mind being fucked. Your boy actually asked for it himself… as an apology he said." Shiki's men laughed at his boss' words with lewd smiles, which only confirmed to Izaya that Shiki was telling the truth. Knowing Psyche… he probably did offer his body as an apology.
"Just one condition." Izaya kept his eyes only on Shiki, ignoring the men's jeering.
"Only you can fuck me."
Shiki raised an eyebrow mildly as the men around him heckled louder. Shiki nodded in consent.
Izaya hesitated only because… he had never done this before. With a frown he unzipped his jacket. The men started cheering mockingly as they watched the petit informant strip. The jacket fell off his shoulders and to his feet. Then the buckles followed. Izaya grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head, tossing it to the ground below him. The men whistled and jeered even louder when they noticed the kissmarks in several hidden places on his body from Tsugaru. Even Shiki looked amused.
Izaya gritted his teeth as he continued. The pants fell, gathering around his feet. Now the porcelain-skin man hesitated around his boxers. He fingered the rim a bit, the men finding it all too teasing before finally the last piece of cloth dropped from his hips.
The cocky, arrogant Orihara Izaya that several of them had longed to abuse, fuck and shame was indeed in front of them, nude and flushed as he stepped out of his circle of clothes.
Shiki tossed a bottle of lube, which Izaya caught with one hand in a swift motion.
"Prep yourself. Unless you want me to take you dry."
Izaya swallowed, trying hard not to listen to the heckling, the sound of Psyche's moans or see the bemused look on the yakuza executive's smirk. He knew they wanted a show. And if Shiki wasn't pleased, he might be fucked until he was anyway. So he got on his knees and turned around, one hand propping himself against the coffee table in front of Shiki as he lifted his ass in the air. After popping open the lube and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers… he inserted a finger inside him.
The cheering was drowning. Rather, jeeringwas drowning. Izaya couldn't even hear Psyche anymore though at this point; he wasn't sure if it was because the men who were fucking Psyche were too busy staring at him or… Izaya himself was so ashamed to the point that his ears burned at hearing the mocking lewd words directed at him.
Gritting his teeth and thankful that he was facing away from the crowd, the finger dug in deeper, the lube making it easier for him to slip inside He twisted his finger, trying to coat his muscle walls properly. Then he inserted a second finger, which was followed by more jeering as he scissored himself, stretching it open.
He wasn't sure how big Shiki would be… and he didn't really want to take the chance.
Once he thought he was done, he turned around. He purposefully avoided the other men's gazes as he stared challengingly at Shiki. The man in white suit lazed on his sofa, with only a hint of interest and nothing more.
When Izaya looked down, he frowned. Not only did Shiki keep his pants on… he didn't even look aroused.
His pride stepped on, he got on his knees again to unzip the pants… and sure enough. Shiki was big but definitely limp.
"How are you planning to fuck me if you aren't even hard, Shiki-san?" Izaya looked up with a pout.
"Good question. Guess your… 'show' wasn't good enough." Shiki gave him a languid smile. That infuriated the proud informant. Though he knew that it was probably all part of Shiki's grand plan, he had to play his part. He held the limp cock with his hand and started to pump him, making him semi-hard enough to pull down the foreskin. Then he rolled out his tongue and licked.
There was a light taste of strawberry on him… which made Izaya wonder if Shiki had fucked Psyche as well deducing that the taste was the lube. He licked down the shaft and massaged the testes, rolling them with his lubed fingers. Then he made a v-shape with his fingers to stroke the shaft, trying to coax it alive as he sucked on one of the yakuza's balls. There was a hint of musky scent as well, a scent that was only Shiki's. He breathed in, trying to get himself intoxicated with the atmosphere in hopes that he could force himself to be part of this crazy situation. If he learned to enjoy it… he wouldn't be affected by it, but rather be the one in control instead.
Control was what Izaya thrived on. It humiliated him more when the control was taken from him. The fact that Shiki wasn't even affected by his 'show' angered Izaya. He needed to have this man at least succumb to his will, and thus it would be as if it was all according to Izaya's plan, not Shiki's.
So Izaya licked and sucked on the base of the shaft, leaving soft kisses as he rose up. Once he reached the head he licked at the soft tip before swallowing it whole. He smirked inwardly when finally a soft groan was heard and he felt the cock stiffen inside his mouth. Feeling a bit vindictive, Izaya grazed it with his teeth just slightly, grinning when he felt the growing cock cower back in pain.
Izaya felt a harsh yank on his hair as he was roughly pulled away, crimson eyes meeting with the harsh gray ones.
"Oops?" Izaya smirked. "But at least you're hard now, Shiki-san~~~"
"You really don't quite understand the gravity of your own situation, do you?"
Izaya shrugged. "I'm fucked either way, aren't I~?"
Shiki's eyes flattened with repressed anger. "Get on top," he ordered.
"Oooh… so I get to top? Didn't know you bottom, Shiki-san~" That earned him a chorus of nervous snorts and laughter from Shiki's men, those who knew they shouldn't laugh but couldn't help it.
Izaya half saw it coming but at his distance, it was impossible to avoid. The punch landed hard on his jaw, throttling his brain. He spat out the blood from biting his lips as he looked up at Shiki.
"My~ someone's quite impatient. You want me to ride you Shiki-san~ I think you must be feeling your age lately."
"Orihara…. san," the delayed honorific obviously intended. "Before I decide to gagyou…"
That made Izaya get up from his knees and climb up the yakuza's lap. He hated having his freedom revoked… by people he didn't trust.
Carefully, Izaya eased his way down, feeling that hard erection stretch his ass with every inch swallowed. He gritted his teeth, refusing to let a single moan escape as he closed his eyes and lowered himself down, and down… and down. He sank deeply for what felt like an eternity while that long shaft penetrated his inside and filled him full.
"You're loose, Orihara."
Izaya glared at Shiki briefly before closing his eyes defiantly, refusing to have the yakuza enjoy his shame… Though he knew that he couldn't get rid of the fierce blush on his cheeks no matter how much he tried to will it away.
Once adjusted Izaya bucked his hips, his knees and legs giving him some leverage while he languidly danced above Shiki with his thick cock piercing his inside. It was a slow, seductive dance and so much more different from Psyche's willing ones. Orihara Izaya was more mature, more ripe and enchanting like the coy seduction of a highly paid escort or a mistress while the informant leaned back and let his hips do the rest of the work. His hands were on Shiki's white suited shoulders, keeping him steady as he started to suck that long, hard cock, now bobbing up and down while he turned sideways. The men had stopped jeering loudly as they watched with drooling jealousy.
Shiki didn't even bother holding onto Izaya's hips or to even grunt, much to the informant's irritation. If anything, Izaya wouldn't be surprised if Shiki lit a cigar in boredom. This cool and leveled man seriously grated upon his nerves. Still though, Izaya didn't move any faster. The man could at least fondle him or caress him… help Izaya get more aroused… or at least have the decency to moan! Still, Izaya didn't move any faster. He started at his own pace. He wanted it to be clear that he was 'not' Psyche. And just because those men fucked a guy with Izaya's face didn't mean that they had fucked 'him.'
It was a statement.
A clear rebellion on Izaya's part.
Just then the door swung open without a knock. Before anyone could stop or react, a man in a flashy red suit twirling a cane strutted in.
"Shiki-no-dannaaa~~ I've been waiting for you outside and there seems to be no one … out… who….?"
The other kanbu, Akabayashi stared at the bizarre scene before him, watching his colleague with his pants down and their number-one go-to informant riding on top of him.
"What's this, what's this, Shiki-no-danna? Finally getting laid?" His smirk widened as he unfroze from his momentary pause. He adjusted his dark shades with his middle finger as he twirled his cane to a stop on the floor and leaned against it. The room was silent, everyone had ceased what they were doing like a couple of bullies being caught by their teacher behind the school. And almost all at once they turned their heads toward Shiki so as to what they should do next.
Shiki merely scoffed, still nonchalant about the matter.
"I didn't tell you to stop, Orihara," was all he said. Izaya gulped, his cheeks furiously red suddenly at this renewed shame as he started to move his hips again. He couldn't look up at all… unable to face their new intruder.
Shiki turned to Akabayashi. "Just teaching the kid a lesson," in a flat tone. It was the most understated statement for the scene.
Akabayashi burst out laughing as he walked over and grabbed Psyche's head to take a good look at the exhausted boy. "And my, my. What do we have here? A doppelganger? He's quite cute. Reminds me of someone."
Akabayashi even gave a fancy laced handkerchief from his pocket to the young boy to wipe the cum off of his face. Psyche was surprised at first, folding his legs to sit properly as he carefully took the soft fabric. It looked too pretty, too pure and pristine to be dirtied. He looked back at the strange man before bowing lightly in a small 'thank you' before slowly wiping his face.
"There's no need, Akabayashi. He'll get dirty anyway."
"How unfortunate. He's kinda cute. Did you really need to teach both of them a lesson?" Akabayashi slyly asked, hinting that Shiki had a certain fetish. Or perhaps had always wanted to fuck Izaya and this was just an excuse.
Shiki glared back. It was such a contrast, Shiki's dangerous glint while Izaya moaned on his lap, bouncing slowly as his ass was rammed. Shiki's face still showed no sign of arousal.
"Well if you plan to teach the boy a lesson…" Akabayashi pulled on Psyche's wrist, forcing him to stumble forward.
Shiki frowned at first as he watched his colleague decide on things without asking him. Then he smirked.
"W-what…?" Izaya was confused and disoriented when Shiki suddenly placed his hands on the informant's hips to stop him. Then he forcefully pulled up Izaya and made him turn around. Izaya is bewildered by the yakuza's move until he faced Psyche in front of him.
"W-wait!" Izaya tried to push Psyche away but Shiki held his arms down firmly to his side. Akabayashi had his pants down already and somehow had managed to put a condom on his cock before ramming it into Psyche. The younger boy flinched at first but drooled with renewed arousal of having his ass filled. Then the two Yakuza men brought the two Ravens together, almost a mirror image. Izaya was on Shiki's lap, facing away from the yakuza in white while Psyche was forced to sit on Izaya's lap, their cocks brushing against each other while Akabayashi started to fuck him from behind.
"Izaya…" Psyche whispered, his eyes tearing up. "I'm sorry…"
And the man kissed the exact same face as his.
Izaya was in a semi-shocked state as he was forcefully fucked from the back and now kissed and grinded against by Psyche… while the second raven's ass was being pummeled by the other yakuza.
"Nnngh… N… no… stop… Psyche… Psyche…!" Izaya desperately tried to push away, but Shiki's hands had a firm grip on him. The Yakuza grunted and started to ram harder into the informant; Izaya's mind melting as if he was on acid trip while his ass burned.
It hurt… the kisses were sloppy, their saliva being exchanged between their hot breaths while Psyche cupped Izaya's face so he couldn't move away. A hand was rubbing their hard arousals together. Psyche wanted to give Izaya a proper kiss but with Akabayashi's vigorous fucking, he could barely manage to hold on.
"Aaah… Aaaah..! Hnnngh… aaah…!" Both Izaya and Psyche started to moan in unison as the two yakuza kanbu started picking up their pace. The sound of their skin slapping against skin was loud in the room full of thugs who could only watch with jealousy and arousal. Akabayashi started to thrust harder and harder into Psyche as the boy cried out sweetly. Izaya too started to gasp and moan in unison as the hands scorched his skin and his body melted from all the heat. He didn't care anymore. All he wanted was everything to end and their climax to be reached. The kisses, the drools, the burning of his rectum walls that squeezed down on that hard cock stretching him, Izaya couldn't hold on with all the panting. Their bodies were merging with the passionate heat, all four grunting and moaning, fucking and grinding until they came. First was Psyche, then Izaya… then a chain reaction of cum filling their asses as they clamped down hard on the cocks assaulting them.
Breathless, Psyche toppled on top of Izaya on the couch as Shiki pulled out of the informant.
Izaya blinked a few times before he fainted from the sheer exhaustion that took over his body.