Title:- Witch's tricks and treats

Rating:- M

Pairing:- Izuo

Warning:- Yaoi, non-con

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- There are certain things that should never be left around, you never know who will find them.

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. Just to clarify I accept all requests from anyone as long as they aren't shota.

Darth Zannah – Sure, anything in particular?

"Iza-nii, you promised." The informant shook his head. "Find some one else. I'm not taking you trick or treating." His sisters looked angry and upset. "We'll go by ourselves then. Come on Kururi." He waved them away as they left. They should be fine by themselves. Spinning full circle in his chair, he stopped, already reaching for his jacket.

He didn't need to worry, the twins had immediately ran to the monster of Ikebukuro. The pair clung to the blond, who didn't seem to mind at all. But if it was him, the protozoan would be screaming his name and hurling vending machines his way. Already he was too close, the blond turning as if he could smell him.

Turning around, he made his way through the streets of Ikebukuro, a skip in his step. There were a lot of children out, this late at night, all of them dressed in bright colourful costumes, the monsters under their beds and other creatures that scared his little humans. Each of them were carrying a plastic orange bucket in the shape of a pumpkin.

He was the only one without a costume, that changed when a gleam caught his eye. There on the ground was what looked like a wand. Crouching down, Izaya picked it up, twirling it in his hand, looking around to see any witches that had lost a costume prop. Shrugging his shoulders, he carried on, twirling the little stick.

The informant quickly discovered, what he held in his hand wasn't a toy. Little sparks flew off of the end every now and then, followed by a few inanimate objects coming to life. Crimson eyes widened, a cheshire grin on his face. It was real. Turning around on his heal, he ran back the way he had come, giddy with excitement. Time to see Shizu-chan.

The blond was where he had left him, being dragged around by his younger sisters. Not once did the protozoan lose his temper. Staying out of sight, he focused the little stick on the blond. Right before the little sparks hit the protozoan, the brute moved out of the way with animal like instincts. Instead, his magic hit his sister's candy bucket.

Shizuo rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. There had been something like a firework and now he could see the tiny pieces of candy moving around. Shaking his head, he turned away. Really, he knew he should have stayed at home. The twins that had glued themselves to him, followed his every step.

The blond could smell the stench of flea in the air and knew that Izaya was around, probably causing trouble to some poor unfortunate soul. His gaze dropped to that damn bucket, where he could see the sweets move and now he was sure. A chocolate éclair balanced on the rim of the bucket, before dropping to the pavement. More sweets followed until they were all behind him.

Glancing around, he could see everyone continuing as normal, even the twins were oblivious to what he was seeing. "You two should go home." Quickly walking ahead, he saw the two girls looking at him weirdly, but he was more focused on the army of sweets, currently chasing him. Maybe he had been drugged and was having a hallucination? Either way, he ran trying to get away from the sugar rotting candy.

Izaya held onto his stomach, head thrown back as he laughed. What he had thought had been a mistake had turned out very entertaining. Stealthily he followed after the blond, who was being chased by sweets. This could be fun. Bringing up the wand, he aimed again, this time hitting it first time. This is for everything you threw at me, Shizu-chan.

Shizuo shook his head, gritting his teeth. He was still being followed, reaching for the nearest stop sign, he wrapped his fingers around the circular pole, squeezing tightly as he ripped it from the ground. "Ow!" The blond froze, coffee eyes blinking. Did the sign just talk? Turning it in his grip, he heard another complaint. "What did I do to you?" The fucking stop sign was talking. He was losing it.

Throwing it behind him, it crashed into the small army of candy. "Hey, that hurt." And now there were more red and green sparks, every sign post seemed to be coming to life. "You like throwing us around?" The blond ran, trying to get away from the insanity. His path was blocked, in the similar way he used to stop the flea, during their chases.

Forcing himself to come to a halt, a vending machine landed straight in front of him. Random numbers appeared on the small screen and began firing cans of soft drink at him. Knocking the first away, two more machines landed, trying to surround him and still he could smell the damn flea. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was quickly getting angry.

Lashing out, he broke the glass of one of them, throwing it into the air. He never thought he'd be in a position where he was the one running from vending machines. Breaking through, Shizuo ran, heading for the alley. Why was it now that the streets had become empty? The alley was narrow, the vending machines having problems fitting through.

His relief was short lived, when he reached a dead end, the wall in front of him moving directly in front of him. "You can't come this way." Did everything talk today? The fortress of Ikebukuro was used to throwing signs and vending machines, not taking them in on a fight. It wasn't long before he was surrounded. "Fuck!"

Izaya chuckled, a smirk on his face as he followed the cornered blond into the alley. He knew them like the back of his hand, so of course, he had it blocked. Now there was no escape. Making his way through the numerous sign posts, he found the protozoan in the centre, bent over a vending machine, one of the signs was bend around his wrists,moving up along his arms.

"How does it feel? Shizu-chan. All your weapons are being used against you." The blond glared up at him. Flicking his wrist, one of the signs moved forward, stopping behind the costumed vampire, creaking as it bent in half, swinging forward. Thwack. He watched in satisfaction as the sign hit the blond's ass.

Shizuo jolted, feeling the pain hit him. His body jerked forward at the movement. It was humiliating. The makeshift binding held him tight. Right now his strength was useless. Like he guessed the damn mastermind behind everything was the damn flea. "Izaaaaaaaay-ah!" Lowering his head, he couldn't believe the moan that had slipped from his lips.

"Oh, do you like that? Shzu-chan. Being completely defenceless?" Another flick and the sign landed against his ass. Izaya grinned, crouching in front of the blond. "Ne, protozoan. Look how red your face is." He had to admit, seeing the brute so defenceless made the blood rush to his groin. Right now he could do anything. Raising his finger, he wiped the drool away from the blond's surprisingly soft lips.

Hopping back up, he went around the other side of the vending machine, stopping the sign from its actions. Within seconds Shizuo's pants were pulled down, his boxers joining them. Izaya rested a splayed hand on one of the red raw cheeks. Underneath him the blond groaned. Sharp crimson eyes looked down at the small puddle of white forming on the concrete. "Hm, it looks like you enjoyed that a lot, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo shook his head denying everything, even though his knees were shaking, ready for whatever the flea had planned. Slim fingers wrapped around his weeping cock, squeezing harshly. "Such a slut. Then again, monsters like you enjoy this." Izaya took his time teasing him, dragging the flat edge of that knife over every inch of his skin. "What are you waiting for? Flea." If he was going to cut him, get it over with.

"So impatient, you really want this don't you?" His eyes widened as he heard the clink of a belt. "No." The blond struggled, realizing what his enemy wanted to do. "Stay still, protozoan." He didn't see any sparks this time, but he quickly found that he couldn't move or talk, his lips sealed. Izaya's hands gripped onto him, spreading his cheeks apart.

Izaya smirked as he thrust into the unprepared ring of muscle, the blond underneath him shuddered. He could have wasted time preparing him, but it would have been a waste of time for the both of them. Shizu-chan liked the pain. "Mmmm." Already he regretted shutting the blond up. He wanted to hear those needy moans, that he caused.

"How does it feel? Being taken by someone you hate?" Shizuo turned his head, a mix of fire and lust in those coffee eyes. Shifting his position, he slipped almost all the way out of that tight passage, before pushing himself in all the way. Holding onto the blond's hips, he kept up a brutal pace. Removing the wand from his pocket, he unsealed the monster's mouth. "Ah! Izaya!" Well he hadn't expected that.

The blond cursed as he moaned the flea's name, just realising he could speak again. "No, stop." Behind him the informant tutted. "Stop? You're not being honest." One particular hard movement, smashed into his prostrate, making pleasure jolt through him, his eyes wide. "Ah! Again." He knew he had lost, the flea had finally cornered him and made him submit.

He hadn't exactly been successful in relationships, so of course he hadn't kissed or had sex. Right now, Izaya Orihara was taking his virginity. Shizuo lowered his head, as he rocked back meeting every thrust. Hopefully the flea never figured it out, he didn't want to boost his ego any more, that it already was. "What, here?"

The spot inside him was brushed again, making him arch his back. "Yeah." He was new to this and he didn't have a clue what he was doing. All the blond knew was that something was quickly cramping his abdomen and that he wanted more, even if it was Izaya doing it to him. "Faster."

The control he had right now was unbearable. He had the monster of Ikebukuro underneath him, writing in pleasure, unable to move and it was he, Izaya Orihara who had managed it, bringing the protozoan to his knees. "Nn! Fuck." Grinning, he kept pounding into the blond's tight heat. "Ah, cumming."

The informant watched as Shizu-chan came undone around him, moaning like a whore. A few desperate thrusts and he came himself, flooding the blond's insides, before pulling out. The protozoan was slumped over the vending machine, knees no longer able to stay steady. Izaya watched in fascination, as his seed dribbled from that tight hole. "What else should we do? Shizu-chan."

He didn't get an answer. In one pocket he had his knife and phone, he could finally end things, rid Ikebukuro of the monster. In his other pocket was the little magical stick, he could have a lot more fun with. Grinning sadistically, he pulled out the wand. He had more than a few ideas of what he could do to the defenceless blond, he could feel his dick twitch in agreement. "We're not done yet, Shizu-chan."

Flicking his wrist, Izaya blinked seeing none of its usual pretty sparkles. He tried again, this time the little stick snapping clean in half. Around him he could see the signs clattering to the ground. With a sigh, he threw the stick away. So much for that. "Izaaaayaaaaaaa-kun!" His crimson gaze dropped back to the blond, who had realised what had happened. Those stupidly strong arms tensed, the sign post snaked around his arms, snapping and falling to the floor. Time was up.

"Kill kill kill." That was never a good sign. Waving at the blond, Izaya turned and ran, hearing his name as the protozoan gave chase. Although he did notice no vending machines or signs were thrown and that there was a limp in Shizu-chan's step. "Izaaaaayaaa!" The informant turned and waved, running backwards. "Is that all you've got?" It only enraged the blond more. "Why don't you say my name like you did earlier?" Oh, that one earned a blush, he could see even from where he was. Things should be fun from now on.

END