I just noticed a few typos in the last chapter -.- I wanted to post it as fast as possible without reading it a second time. I will correct my mistakes from the last chapter, sorry! Thanks so much for the reviews. I appreciate it and I will try to reply to each one of them, even if I'm busy!

Most important: I don't know if I should make this Fanfic in the end Izaya x Shizuo or Shinra x Shizuo… I like Izaya x Shizuo but at this point I don't care XD

Chapter 5

Izaya went down the stairs and opened the door. His anticipation to see his caged enemy was indescribable. The doctor had probably played enough for today and went home, so the monster in the cellar was all his to play with. Whistling, he went closer to the sleeping form of Shizuo. The new dose of drugs would keep him weak and he'd be too surprised to fight back immediately. He raised his hand with the syringe and pushed it into Shizuo's exposed arm, pulling the plunger down when the bartender struggled against the cold liquid which was released inside of him. The shock was too much, he trembled and glared at Izaya, who had made a few steps back with the syringe after the injection.

"You damn louse! Next time, you won't be so lucky. Next time I'll get out of here!" Shizuo screamed. The drugs were more effective than he thought, he felt weaker in an instant.

Keeping his level gaze on the captive, Izaya leaned forward. Slowly, carefully he grabbed and pushed Shizuo's hands apart to either side of him and upwards just above his head, pinning them to the cold floor. Panic rose inside of Shizuo's chest but he couldn't do anything. The drugs were still too fresh in his system.

Still with a calm behaviour, Izaya climbed astride Shizuo's hips, stood on all fours over him and seemed so big in a position like this.

Shizuo absolutely didn't want to even see the louse, let alone be touched by him. How could Shinra leave him alone like this? It seemed like his former friend was almost obsessed so why would he leave him in the hands of this demon?

Maybe if he was fast enough, he could get his hands free, distract Izaya long enough to get to the door or steal his pocket knife and stick it anywhere it would hurt Izaya as much as possible. It'd be hard to get the pocket knife out, but he had to try, it was his only chance.

"Let my hands go, you bastard! Shinra already knows I won't, can't even fight you so what's the use of this?"

"Hahaha! You believe I let your hands go, so you can 'borrow' my knife and stab me with it? You're really stupid, Shizu-chan!" Izaya laughed loudly.

Izaya's laughter went louder, almost hysterical.

"Shut up."

This insult was said without the usual sharpness, but with a gentle tone. Shizuo didn't even want to think what this gentle tone might imply. In fact he could scarcely think as he looked up into the eyes of his captor.

"Let me go or I swear you'll regret it."

The black-haired man still smiled, his eyes as sharp as ever, but the obsessive light grew denser. Shizuo felt the grip on his wrists tighten and a silent moment passed before someone moved. With the speed of a poisonous snake, Izaya let his weight fall on top of the bartender. Inside of his head, a strange chaos broke out, it happened too fast, rationality a frothing mess above so he finally made up his mind.

Adrenaline made its way through his limbs, shooting out into all the right muscles, so he could move, protect himself again as he moved towards the pocket with the knife.

Izaya made a surprised sound before he could move and grab the hand, which fingers had already closed around the handle. Just a little more and he could even pull it outside the pocket, slip it past Izaya's grip. Shizuo flicked the blade up with his thumb and decided where to sink the blade in a second.

Maybe it was because he was too excited, too triumphal to not see the other hand coming. It caught his hand, just as the knife was less than an inch away from Izaya's neck, locked it in a grip so hard that Shizuo could feel the bones straining unnaturally against each other. His bones were broken so many times, he should've been used to it, but the drugs made him too vulnerable. Giving a sharp scream, he tried to break free from Izaya's grip by moving his other hand to the knife. But Izaya had seen it exactly when he caught Shizuo's other wrist and forced his hands down again, both secured on the cold floor. Again the blond-haired let out a loud cry and was only distantly aware of the knife in his hand. It clattered to the floor and before the bartender could break free from the grip to reach for the knife again, Izaya had rammed the syringe into Shizuo's skin again. Izaya was unprotected at the moment when he gave him another injection. Shizuo tried his best to get up after the injection and crawl away from him but Izaya had his arms around his waist and pulled him back to the ground.

It took him a minute to realize Izaya sitting beside him, letting his fingers go through his hair, go along his cheekbone. He was murmuring something. Words that didn't make sense.

Soon enough, the black-haired young man came closer. Roughly he grabbed his arm, reached around to turn Shizuo over on his stomach. Breathing a pathetic "No", Shizuo tried to move away, but was held back by two hands on his hips. Everything was just a game to these two. They played a game with a human even if they thought otherwise.

Izaya continued to grope him, as one free hand went to his own body, his thumb behind the waistband of his pants. There was a hot breath against his ear.

"Let's see if you react different from humans, monster." It was too cruel. If he was a monster, what was Izaya?

Pants and underwear were eased down, the sound of fabric moving was very loud. A scream of protect that muscled out of Shizuo, the last struggle of him, but it only drew out a grunt of effort from Izaya. This was not what he expected. Not from his friend, not from his enemy. This was not normal, everything was fucking crazy. Because Shinra had taken his clothes with him, it was even easier for Izaya.

Fingers found their way to his cheeks, inched them apart with force, making him tremble.

The penetration was beyond any level of pain he had experienced as a child or adult. This was not something you get used to like he did as a child with his broken bones. Shizuo couldn't even scream, his throat could only make hoarse strangled noises and he felt something tear asunder. Every muscle protested against this invasion. Izaya was vicious on purpose, not caring about him, only ramming into him as if he intended to split him open. The black-haired man grabbed a hand and nailed the wrist to the floor. Izaya's breath got quicker with each second, while Shizuo had trouble to even breathe. Shizuo escaped a broken cry, squeezed his eyes shut, but tears still leaked out without permission. The blood inside him made the pain reduce but the discomfort stayed. Pushing deeper and deeper into him, stretching him painfully, pushing against his prostate. Shizuo couldn't help himself, couldn't do anything about it even though he tried to control himself, but his body reacted to the stimulation of his prostate and he hardened. The orgasm came over him gently, like snow. Like this he floated away from this place, the pain, the humiliation. Shizuo could hardly make out the grunts and heaving breaths above him, could scarcely feel the stabbing rhythm of the thrusts inside him gaining more speed.

As Izaya reached his release, sinking deep into the warmth, Shizuo thought of his family and friends. The reason why he had to pull through this. Neither Izaya nor Shinra would be able to break him, no matter how many times they called him a monster, no matter how many times they'd hit or rape him he would be strong. They won't ever be able to break him.

Now that he lay on the cold floor with Izaya beside him breathing heavily he didn't know what to think anymore. His enemy had closed his eyes with his cheeks flushed, completely vulnerable. If only he had his strength he could easily kill him and escape. It would be so easy if only he could make himself move. Maybe it was the drugs or because of what just happened but he couldn't move one muscle and soon fell asleep next to his enemy and captor.