Title:- Downfall

Pairing:- Izaya + mob (Team) x Shizuo

Rating:- M

Warning:- Izaya, yaoi, non-con, language, Shizuo's arrogance

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- Shizuo's arrogance has met his match when he makes a bet he shouldn't.

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. This one is for Truekoroko7. Enjoy.

The audience cheered clapping in unison as Shizuo jumped slam dunking the ball into the hoop scoring another two points for his team. This was what he was born for. His strength wasn't a curse it was a gift helping to excel his naturally gifted sports prowess.

Running a hand through his blond hair which he had dyed to stand out letting everyone around him know who he was. Shizuo frickin Heiwajima bad ass basketball player and captain for his school team. No one would mess with him not even the hooded figure with the odd smell filming him. It wasn't the first time the other teams had taken footage.

Adjusting his wrist bands the teen jogged lightly waiting for the other team to make a move. "Come on!" One of the others on his team took the ball into their control. Shizuo growled his fingers itching. "Pass it here!" He yelled across the hall.

The crowd in the stands continued to cheer for him even though he didn't have the ball in his possession. "I said pass it here!" His slightly shorter team mate tossed the ball where it rebounded off of his chest and was snatched away. Before he could react the ball was shot from the line skirting the rim where it dropped into the hoop.

Shizuo cursed glaring at his team mate. "What the fuck was that?" Striding over his fingers wrapped in the boy's numbered jersey. "Why did you screw up such an easy pass?"

"Y-you didn't catch it." The teen whimpered. Shizuo pushed him away in disgust. A loud shrill whistle pierced his ears the referee walking towards them.

Even so the match was won with ease his skills on court shining through. Walking out the victor the other four members trailed behind him taking the towels from their manager. Covering a yawn Shizuo headed straight for the changing rooms.

It wasn't long before he was fresh from the shower and back in his suffocating school uniform the blazer flipped over his shoulder the white shirt so flimsy anyone could see the perfectly toned abs underneath. While Shizuo was making sure everything was in his gym bag the door opened the rest of his team mates finally deciding to get changed.

None of them looked regretful or guilty about the mistakes they had made only making his temper rise. Slamming his fist into the nearest locker Shizuo grit his teeth. "What the hell was that? Were any of you paying attention on court?"

Pointing his finger because he couldn't remember their names Shizuo yelled at the first one. "What was with that failure of a pass?"

"Y-you didn't catch it."

"And you what was with that crappy shot? Why don't you stand there and do nothing so the other team could score?" The skin on his knuckles scraped as his fist buried into another locker venting his frustration.

"But you were the only one trying to score..."

"Useless all of you. It was only thanks to me that we won that game. All of you stay behind for extra practice." With that the lockers tipped forward from the abuse hitting the changing room floor. The four boys jumped all arguments put to one side.

Fishing in his pocket Shizuo pulled out one of his lollipops dropping it back and instead opting for a cigarette. "See you tomorrow." Leaving the changing room the blond held his bag tightly cursing that his lighter wouldn't work.

x-x-x

"I'm home." The teen called out closing the door with a soft click. Shrugging off his shoes Shizuo headed for the kitchen where a delicious smell wafted through the entire house.

"Welcome home. Drop your uniform down there." His mother smiled warmly. Doing as he was told Shizuo went in search of his younger brother who loved to hear his basketball stories and listened with a tentative ear.

Sure enough Kasuka was sitting cross legged on the bed with what looked like homework across his lap. "Nii-san, you just got back?"

"Yeah. I had another match today." His brother nodded holding up the book.

"That's good. I'm a little b-"

"We won of course. The others made mistakes but you should have seen me in action." Shizuo grinned holding out his hands as if there was a ball between them.

"I'm happy for y-"

"Everyone was cheering for me. Kasuka?" His little brother had slammed the book shut climbing from the bed and leaving the room.

Shrugging his shoulders Shizuo smothered a yawn heading for his own room. Pushing open the door he was met with a basketball rolling at his feet. The blond's bedroom was pretty plain. His bed sat by the wall a basketball hoop fixed to the wall in front of him. Then there was the section of the wall which showed his achievements. The school newspaper, photos taken by his fans. It was all about him.

Twirling the ball between his palms Shizuo dropped down on his bed eyeing the hoop. With perfect accuracy the ball sunk down bouncing across the floor and rolling back within reach. No one could beat him.

x-x-x

The next morning Shizuo was up and out of the door gym bag slung over his shoulder ready to face his next opponent. Taking a slow walk to the school gate the teen yawned seeing that they were closed the teachers on patrol catching the late students.

Keeping out of sight Shizuo vaulted over the wall with ease brushing the dust from his hands. "Shizuo Heiwajima!" The teen winced slowly turning around. "Go and see the principal." Shit. There was no choice but to go. Although no one would mess with him they could ban him from playing basketball.

As it turned out there was no need to worry. The principal sat back relaxed at his desk. "Good match yesterday. The reason why I called you here is because there has been a slight change in the fixtures. Shizuo's eyes widened seeing that the weakest school had somehow managed to get through and would be their next opponents.

"The teams must be really bad this year." Shizuo whistled seeing the match up. "We'll win as usual." Just remembering how he had sent them home bawling made him smile.

"That as may be, they have a new captain. We've taken a few videos." Shizuo shrugged leaving them where they were.

"I don't need to see them."

"Heiwajim-" waving the principal away the teen left the office knowing there was nothing to worry about, not when he was standing on court. Walking in the opposite direction to his class the blond made his way onto the roof where he would nap for most of the day.

x-x-x

Shizuo's nose twitched. Scratching at it irritably the teen rolled on his side. It was the same smell at the last two previous games. "This school's captain is pretty lazy." Growling in irritation the blond cracked one eye open seeing someone standing over him. "The match is starting soon." Not liking being disturbed Shizuo stood up staring at the raven haired teen, he didn't remember seeing him around before.

"It won't start without me." The blond boasted trying to decide between a lollipop or a cigarette.

"Well that's rude of you, making my precious humans wait." The raven creeped him out. Choosing a cigarette Shizuo lit up blowing smoke in the newcomer's face.

"You're ruining my alone time. Shoo." One thinly shaped brow raised crimson orbs narrowing. Turning away to walk to the edge of the roof where he had a habit of smoking, the cancer stick was snatched from his lips and trod into the ground. Shizuo took one look at his crushed cigarette – his last crushed cigarette and glared at the raven. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He growled cracking his knuckles.

"Hm? I'm Orihara Izaya, the new captain for the team you are about to face and I would rather not be in this place you call a school any longer than I have to be." Shizuo blinked bursting into peels of laughter.

"You? The captain? Are you sure you're not in the girl's team?" The teen was slim and could easily pass for a chick.

"Looks can be deceiving." Shizuo barked with laughter pulling a lolly from his pocket.

"Don't worry you won't be here long. You'll go home crying like the rest." He felt a sliver of uneasiness when the teen didn't so much as blink at his taunts.

"You think you can beat me? They did say you were arrogant." Shizuo bristled tearing off the wrapper and popping the lolly into his mouth.

"Beat you? I could destroy you without breaking a sweat." Izaya grinned taking a step forward.

"Is that so? Care to wager?" Shizuo shook his head turning away.

"I don't gamble." A hand rested on his shoulder.

"Are you scared that you'll lose? That you'll find out I'm a better player? I'll be the one to win, Shizu-chan." Pushing the teen away Shizuo scowled at the nickname. "I guess you were all talk..."

"You really are an annoying flea. What's the wager?" He wasn't about to be called a coward. Shizuo was the best and he was going to damn well prove it. Sharp crimson gleamed.

"Simple really. All you have to do is win and lead your team to victory. If you win then...hm, what would you want?" Shizuo grinned wanting nothing more to smash the annoyance into the ground.

"If I win you shut your mouth and admit that I'm the strongest player." There that would show the flea.

"Okay then. But if I win I get..." Shizuo shrugged not caring what the other teen wanted. It wasn't like he was going to lose, he never lost and never would. "I get your body to do with as I like." What the hell?

"Ugh. Get the hell away from me." The blond shuddered wanting to put as much distance between them as possible.

The raven remained where he was balancing on the back of his heels. "Do we have a deal, Shizu-chan? Surely you aren't going to back out now?" One wiry arm was held out mocking him with outstretched fingers. There was no way he was going to lose. The creep wouldn't get anywhere near his body. Slamming his palm against Izaya's, Shizuo leaned forward smiling with teeth. "That is as far as you go touching me."

Brushing his hand against his pants as if to rid himself of germs the teen cracked the lolly between his teeth flicking the stick away. He had a match to win and a flea to destroy. The door burst open one of his team standing in shock. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming."

x-x-x

Shizuo ran a hand through his hair reaching down to pull on his hi-tops. Around him his team members were happily chatting away despite knowing his temper. The lockers still hadn't been replaced. The others were flawed but that was okay he could carry everything himself. Standing up the teen smoothed down the blue uniform he was so proud of his name stood out it bold white letters with the only number that suited him underneath.

A knock on the door told them it time to go. Picking up his jersey Shizuo flipped it over his shoulders. "Good luck guys." Their manager blushed as usual trailing behind them. The door to the other changing room opened. It was the same black and red uniform from the last time they had come. The cocky raven stood in front looking like the uniform drowned him.

Ignoring the flea Shizuo glanced at the taller players in the team. Still the same no changes there, they recognized him as well each of them showing fear in their eyes. This was going to be a piece of cake. Speaking of maybe he should go to the bakery after the match was done. Damn he should have demanded Izaya pay for all his cakes when he won.

x-x-x

The first thing he noticed was that the crowd was a lot bigger. The seats were full with several people standing off to the side. More of his fans to watch him. Taking his place on court Shizuo handed his jersey to their manager. Glancing at the score board the teen waited for one of the teachers who was playing referee. "Ready to lose, Shizu-chan?" The raven smirked.

Taking one look at the wiry figure the blond gave a smirk of his own. "I'll try not to break anything." The two of them glared at each other. The whistle blew the ball thrown high. Shizuo caught it with ease using his superior strength. Flexing his fingers the ball flew through the air sinking into the net. "Maybe you should give in now?"

The flea laughed crimson eyes twinkling with mirth. "I could say the same thing to you, Shizu-chan." Shizuo blinked seeing that the other team had improved quite a bit since the last time. "This is my team." With a growl the blond went after the ball reaching out to intercept the pass. The ball passed safely landing in the flea's hands. "Feel like trying your luck?"

Like a beast he went after the other team's captain set on standing in the bastard's way and getting back possession. Left right left right. Simple. The flea moved skirting around him. Shizuo blinked left standing in confusion while everyone in the stands cheered. Somehow the raven had scored. Glancing up he stared at the score. This game might not bore him.

Thunk. Shizuo rubbed at the spot where the ball had his the side of his head. "Sorry, Shizu-chan. Did that hurt?" The flea smiled skipping past him. "You might be the strongest player but I'm the fastest and the smartest." With a wink he was left grinding his teeth in anger.

x-x-x

"Pass the ball." Shizuo barked desperately resisting the urge to rip the pole from the ground. "Pass the fucking ball already!" God his team were useless. Whatever his name was dropped the ball letting the other team steal. Shizuo growled staring at the board. Fuck. Why was it so close? By now the other teams would be decimated yet Izaya's team seemed to be doing just fine. Not only that he was being matched shot for shot.

"Impossible." The teen muttered under his breath snatching the ball back mid dribble. Spinning on his heel Shizuo slammed the ball into the hoop just as the whistle for half time blew. It was a draw. Letting the ball bounce away he froze feeling something wet drip down his skin. Reaching up his finger tips brushed against his damp forehead. "Impossible." Shizuo breathed.

"Heiwajima-kun, its a close match. I brought you a towel for your sweat." Staring blankly at the towel Shizuo could feel his heart raise his fingers throbbing with a dull ache. For the first time he had broken a sweat. Taking the towel the blond dabbed at his forehead tossing it back. Half time. In the next half he would need to pick up his game and stop playing around. He would admit the team had improved becoming at least halfway decent. Even so he was still the best and he was going to win.

Feeling a chill down his spine Shizuo turned around seeing the flea watching him. Izaya was going to learn just how good he was. The thought of making the cocky teen shut his mouth made him smile. Glancing over to his own team Shizuo could see they were guzzling water desperately the towels plastered to their skin. Liabilities all of them.

x-x-x

Shizuo grit his teeth the cheers and gasps were becoming exceedingly annoying. Sweat poured from his head his back damp where his uniform was sticking to him. His hands hurt to move the muscles in his legs were beginning to burn. This was bad. This was very bad. There were only minutes left of the game until the final whistle blew and still the score was tied.

How? He was the better player. How was Izaya managing to keep up with him? Both teams were ragged. Equals? No there was no equal for him. Even so he couldn't afford to lose. That stupid bet was still in play. Minutes. That was all. In his head he could hear the timer countdown. "Like hell I'm losing this."

Intercepting the ball Shizuo dribbled freezing as he could see he was surrounded. "Heiwajima, here." One of his team waved to him. Turning away he tried to figure his own way out. Holding the ball in his hands the blond glared at Izaya who was waiting patiently and not crowding around him. He wasn't going to lose. Shoving the closest away the teen hit the floor a shrill whistle echoing in his ears. He didn't have to look at the referee to know both hands were held out.

Shizuo swallowed unable to watch as the free throw wasn't taken by Izaya but one of the other players. The damn ball hit the backboard skirting the red ring that would seal his fate. Closing his eyes the ball slowed dropping in. The whistle blew deafening him in its finality. It was over. Because of the rest of his team they had lost.

Refusing to give the flea the satisfaction the blond stood tall his legs shaking in an effort to stand. Not only had he broken a sweat he was completely exhausted. The cheers weren't for him. Biting the inside of his cheek Shizuo shoved the stupid girl out of the way heading for the changing rooms. The sooner he could get home the better or better yet he could wake up from the nightmare he was stuck in.

x-x-x

Shizuo regretted punching the lockers the moment he did so his energy already depleted. Never had he felt so weak. The door creaked open. Knowing it was his team mates the teen captain spun around to give them a mouthful about their dreadful plays. "You lost, Shizu-chan." Fuck! Why was he here?

"Fuck off, flea." Yanking the door from his locker Shizuo cursed pulling out his bag.

"Is that the right way to treat someone who owns you?" The raven smirked leaving the door open.

"Owns me? Hah! I could rip you apart you damn flea." Like hell the teen was touching him.

"A bet is a bet. You lost. Don't you want to know why?"

"Because my team is a bunch of idiots." Shizuo snapped. The door closed sealing in him and the entire other team.

"Wrong. It was a handicapped match, five against one. Even when you were stuck in a corner you still didn't pass the ball. You're not a team player, protozoan. Where as I look after my team. I share everything with them and seeing as they helped win the match, they should take part in the prize as well. Don't you think?" Izaya clapped his hands with glee.

Shizuo shuddered seeing the pairs of hungry eyes on him. Gritting his teeth he knew he would need to run even if it hurt his pride. "Fuck that. I don't run from anyone." Even if he had nothing left in the strength department. "Anyway my tea-" Shizuo found himself pressed back uncomfortably against the busted lockers.

"Oh, so now they are your team mates? Why don't you call for help? See if they'll come. I informed them of our little wager. So why aren't they here, hm?" Shizuo clenched his fists sharp teeth nipping at his ear. "Lets get this started shall we?"

x-x-x

Shizuo's back hit the wall the cold spray soaking through his uniform. "Is it cold? Don't worry we'll warm you up." Izaya's voice whispered against his ear the raven not caring that they were all getting soaked. "Look at it this way, you'll be all clean for us." Usually being outnumbered didn't matter in fact it was a good work out for him but when he was exhausted, it was another story.

"Oh man, look at his legs." One of the other team members ran a hand along his skin. Shizuo kicked out surprised when his foot was caught.

"Now now, Shizu-chan. Don't be so violent." The flea smirked knowing he had won. Shizuo flinched feeling that sly hand slide under his top. "You lost and now its time to pay up." The blond jumped his nipple tweaked. Fuck. What the hell did he do now? "You guys can play with this first." A slim finger travelled along his waist band stroking over his clothed dick.

"No!" Slapping Izaya's hand away Shizuo crossed his arms over his belly fingers clenching at his shorts. The fuckers weren't going to touch him.

"You realise that's pointless." The raven sighed. Skirting closer. The teen blanched watching the smooth hand glide slowly along his thigh vanishing up the bottom of his blue shorts. "I can just do this." Shizuo growled keeping his legs clenched tight though that didn't seem to bother the other captain. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it." Izaya winked with a smirk slipping a hand into his boxers.

x-x-x

How? How did it come to this? Shizuo flinched pushing back against the wall onto to find someone behind him holding his top up for the others. His hi-tops were scattered somewhere in the changing room his socks rolled down to his ankles, where his shorts were pooled. Izaya was sucking on one of his buds taking his time like he was some sort of fucking chick.

One of the other team was pinching and prodding the other while the other two were holding his legs apart taking turns to lick him. Lust filled crimson flicked up to meet his own. "Having fun yet, Shizu-chan?" Shizuo shook his head spitting at the teen.

"Disgusting. Get the fuck away from me." Izaya grinned wiping a hand over his face. "I'm going to kill every last one of you."

"Everyone change." The blond blinked as the fuckers rotated the damn flea stared up at him from between his legs. A hot mouth descended on him causing an unwilling moan. Hurrying to cover his mouth his hands were pulled back and pinned behind him. "You can make as much noise as you want, Shizu-chan. Don't hold back." The raven snickered his team mates joining in.

x-x-x

Teasing fucks. Shizuo moaned low bucking his hips up into that furnace like cavern. A shiver ran down his spine the cold spray no longer a problem as Izaya sent fire spreading along his veins. He wasn't allowed to do anything as he wanted his arms and legs pinned down as the bastards took advantage of him.

The one teasing his damn left nipple with his tongue moaned reaching into his shorts. "Captain..." The raven looked up giving a slight nod before returning to what he was doing. The dark haired team mate grinned toothily Shizuo gulping at the sight of the unconfined length. "Open your mouth." The blond glared at him vowing that if the bastard stuck anything in his mouth he would bite the damn thing off. Shizuo howled feeling sharp teeth graze his own in warning. Right now Izaya was in control.

x-x-x

It was okay Shizuo thought to himself. It was just the once,they would treat his body like a piece of meat and then piss off. He had lost the bet...it was just the once. His eyes watered his jaw aching. A hand curled in his hair holding his head up so the bastard could thrust inside slamming against the back of his throat.

Shizuo gagged trying not to choke himself as the teen moved how he wanted snapping his hips forward. Something bitter filled his mouth. Left alone the blond retched spitting the disgusting fluid out.

The other teens laughter Izaya sending vibrations down his length. The biggest one behind him began stroking and licking the shell of his ear.

Closing his eyes shamefully Shizuo didn't want to see the smug look on the bastard's face. "Mm, Shizu-chan is enjoying this."

"Like fuck I am. It- it's a natural reaction!" Why did he feel the need to justify himself? His body was lax unable to do anything as hands and lips ghosted over his skin.

"Then I'll continue." Shizuo twitched seeing two fingers twist slowly pushing past his innocent ring. Just once. It was just once. Never had he been made to feel so small his strength useless his athletic prowess pointless.

"St-stop! I don't want this!" A hand clamped over his mouth before he could utter a cry for help.

"Too late. Don't worry we'll make you feel really good." Izaya grinned drawing his fingers back before sliding them back in the dull burn making him bite his lip renewing his struggle. "Let's move this on."

x-x-x

Shizuo's knees scraped against the cold floor his head between the biggest's legs trying to look at the twitching arousal in view, one of the others had wormed their way underneath him taking over from the flea. Izaya was behind him out of sight fucking him with his tongue. Shizuo bit his lip trying not to make a sound. It didn't feel good at all. The assault on his body was too much his head dropping. "It's not over yet, Shizu-chan. Don't go to sleep." Sharp nails bit deep into his hips his entrance left empty.

The blond cringed in on himself hearing rustling and amused humming. "Captain goes first." Shizuo cried out clawing at whatever was in view. Fire spread along his lower back.

"Get it o-mmph!" His head was yanked down forced to take the team player's shaft in his mouth. Shizuo closed his eyes hating how his body was being used as nothing more than a piece of meat. The body that he had trained to perfection was now being tainted.

x-x-x

"Nn." Shizuo hated himself right now. Somewhere along the line the flea had slammed against something inside him that flipped the pain into maddening pleasure. Clenching his fists the teen buried his head into the other's lap trying not to think about what the rest of the team was doing.

Like a rag doll his body was flipped and lifted. Shizuo grit his teeth even as he whimpered another of the bastards pushing inside him to join the flea. "Shit. This feels good." The blond didn't agree his entrance stretched more than he had thought possible.

What was up and what was down Shizuo didn't have a clue his confused mind lost in a haze. Pleasure or pain his body couldn't tell even as his limbs betrayed him his hips rolling for more. All the while he could hear Izaya's low chuckle caressing his ears.

x-x-x

They took it in turns the only constant being Izaya seated inside him. One by one his inner channel was flooded his body a wanton mess. Even as his barely working mind screamed no his body cried out for more demanding it harder and faster leaving him so messed up he didn't remember that he was still in the changing rooms the thin walls letting all sounds bleed out into the corridor.

"Just us now, Shizu-chan." The flea panted against. Around them the rest of Izaya's team sat spent cleaning themselves up. Shizuo said nothing too tired to fight back. His back hit the floor his shoulder taking the brunt as it had since they had first begun. One lazy hand tugged at his swollen arousal bringing him to the edge.

Izaya slowed tensing inside him the last to fill him with his filthy seed. At last he was left alone to curl into a ball the shower spray baring down on his tainted form. He didn't want to think about moving or standing up the slightest movement causing the disgusting substance to dribble from his abused hole.

x-x-x

Cracking an eye open Shizuo blinked tiredly at the large grey block in front of him. Closing his eyes he could feel movement the soft hum of an engine underneath him. Wait. What? Snapping awake the teen remembered everything except for how he had managed to stand up and get out of there. So what the hell had happened? Had he been found? It didn't feel like his parent's car for one the music was softer.

Glancing down mocha orbs widened seeing black shorts and top, a black and red jersey placed over him like a make shift blanket. Bolting upright Shizuo gasped pain shooting through him. "Fuck!" Laying back down he could hear movement in front of him. A mess of raven hair popped up, Izaya grinning down at him.

"I wouldn't advise moving yet, Shizu-chan. I'll let you know when we get there." Shizuo grit his teeth punching the back of the chair. "I made the same wager with your principal, of course in a different context. If we won then you would join our school. From now on you'll be on our team if I accept you that is. We'll have a lot of fun." Shizuo punched the chair again in anger. Turning over his hips protested. Closing his eyes he wondered when the hell he was going to wake up from the nightmare.

End