This chapter was so fun to write tbh! Enjoy the beginnings of the slow descent~ Will Izaya ever even manage to extract revenge? Who knows~ (no really I just make all this up on the spot, I have no real plans) Reviews would be wonderful please! Thank you to everyone who's left one so far
Shizuo can feel himself starting to wake up and he huffs reluctantly, cuddling closer to the warm feeling held in his arms. What feels like a particularly solid pillow huffs back, something soft but firm butting under his chin. That, more than anything, wakes Shizuo up and he blinks his eyes open, staring blankly at the sleeping figure in his arms. Izaya's sleeping face is peaceful and Shizuo finds himself staring for a long moment, fascinated by the sight before his brain finally wakes up enough to work properly.
When he finally recognizes the implications of who he's curled up with and his eyes go wide. His first instinct is to push Izaya away but he manages to stop himself, if he lets his emotions control his actions he might hurt Izaya, instead he shakes Izaya awake as gently as he can. There had better be a good explanation for this.
Izaya jolts awake as something shakes him, he looks around blearily, feeling for his knife, before he realizes that this is not his apartment. He finally notices Shizuo looming over him and blushes, is this another dream? It seems too real for that... Why are they in the same bed? Shizuo gives him an odd look.
"Is there a reason that you're in my bed?"
The blond asks gruffly and Izaya shrugs, belatedly realizing that he's still curled in close to Shizuo and pushes away, refusing to acknowledge how much he misses the warmth.
"I don't know... I'd assume it was the bond to blame..."
And that does seem to be the most likely answer. Izaya isn't prone to sleepwalking and if Shizuo had tried to pick him up Izaya would have woken. Shizuo sigh and mutters.
"One more thing to worry about..."
Izaya finds himself agreeing, assuming it really was the collar forcing him to sleep walk to Shizuo's bed is a step-up from the previous shows of power.
"Anyway, Shizuo, I'm going to leave now... Thanks for everything."
He slides out of bed quickly but as soon as he stands up the collar sparks and sends him right back down. Izaya yelps as he hits the bed and the collar flashes again, he only has a split second of dread before intense arousal spreads through his gut, Fate is pulling out all the stops it seems, but it can't control his free will even if it can prevent him from standing on his own. Izaya's gaze turns hazy and he's rock hard in his boxers... he hopes Shizuo hasn't noticed yet, or maybe he does want Shizuo to notice; that would be nice. He lets his gaze trail over Shizuo's bare chest, he was right, definitely the type to sleep without a shirt, and he really needs to stop these thoughts right now. He shakes his head to help clear his thoughts and takes a deep breath.
"Shizu-chan... Tell me what to do~"
...That wasn't at all what he meant to say, the arousal pulsing in his gut and the steady thrum of the collar is messing with his mind.
"Th-that's not what I meant..."
He shudders and bites his tongue to hold in a whimper.
"Tell... Tell me to go... home."
It's incredibly difficult to force the words out, the bond practically shouting in his mind how good it would feel to let Shizuo have control, but that's not what he wants. Yes it is, something inside him keeps insisting, it would be everything you could ever hope for, he squishes the thought down as hard as he can and gives Shizuo a desperate look.
"Hurry..!"
It slips out as more of a whine than he intended but he doesn't care at the moment. This is the worst.
Shizuo sits up when Izaya falls back to the bed, he goes to say something but then he notices the bulge in Izaya's boxers. Izaya is looking at him, definitely checking him out, but then Izaya shakes his head and seems to gain some clarity. Izaya's voice is full of heat and arousal when he orders Shizuo to command him and Shizuo can feel arousal stir inside him as well. The hazy look on Izaya's face is amazing and a part of him wants to ravage Izaya. No, he thinks, that's not something you should even think about. Izaya has made it very clear that's not something he wants… even if the bond is controlling him.
Izaya explains that's not what he meant; the bond is definitely controlling his actions, that much is obvious, it still takes all he has to hold in a moan as Izaya whines for him. Fuck, he really needs to get Izaya out of here before the bond forces them both into a situation they aren't ready for. It's so tempting to give in to the desire though, he could have Izaya moaning under him so easily. The memory of that first time still gets him hard, despite how ashamed that fact makes him, he uses that shame to pushes the desire aside as much as possible.
"Get dressed and g-go home... right now."
He forces out reluctantly, immediately Izaya's collar sparks and the relief in his eyes is clear as he stands. Shizuo knows he did the right thing but it doesn't stop disappointment from curling in his chest as he watches Izaya go, he's not sure if that's the bonds fault or not but he hopes so. As soon as Izaya is gone he flops to the bed with a groan, what a way to wake up.
He lays like that for a long moment before slowly sliding a hand into his pants, jerking himself hard and fast to the thought of Izaya. He feels bad about himself when he finishes but at least he managed to keep his self control while Izaya was in the room. The thought of Izaya on his knees for him is what finally throws him over the edge and he moans, laying there a bit longer before forcing himself to get up and into the shower. This whole collar situation really isn't much fun, especially since it's forcing him to do things he'd have never done before hand.
He may be a bad person but he'd never been the type for sexual assault until the bond. Even if it wasn't fully his fault he's still disgusted with himself. Even after he's done in the shower he doesn't feel fully clean.
As soon as he makes it home he drops to his knees with a whimper. The intense arousal hadn't once left him on the walk home and he was convinced it got worse the farther he was from Shizuo. He honestly doesn't think he could have made it without Shizuo's order forcing him to keep moving. The collar is punishing him and Izaya only barely has the will to resist. He stumbles to his bed quickly, stripping clothes as he goes. God, his skin is burning as the lust pulses in his gut so hard it hurts. He closes a hand over himself with a pained whine, the skin almost too sensitive to touch.
He strokes himself slow and gentle, despite wanting to go so much faster, he doesn't think he could take a quicker pace than this. It's almost a surprise when his orgasm hits and he sobs through the intensity of it. It feels so good, right up until the aftershocks stop and all he's left with is a sharp, empty ache. He finds himself craving Shizuo but he ignores it, he refuses to let the collar control him.
At least there's one good thing out of this situation, last night Shizuo gave him permission to be in the city. He didn't rescind it either, he can work again. The small victory doesn't really help lift his mood so he forces himself up and heads to the shower, today is just going to be a bad day