"Did you try it," Shinra asked as the captain allowed him to enter his chamber.
"Of course I did. Being a monster changed by a monster, I knew no better way to do things than to try to change fate to my own favor."
Shinra moved forward a bit more, half crawling across the floor boards, his gaze fixed on the duo, touching the captain a bit before his attention was on the clawed up new recruit. "He's out cold and he's bleeding again."
"Is he," the captain asked, looking around the room a moment before he opened a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of liquor. "I hadn't noticed. I was too busy feeling my claws extend from my fingers and feeling fur cover my entire body."
"It… It didn't work?" The crazed doctor turned around to look at him and Izaya's eyes turned darker by several shades, looking at the man with an obvious expression.
"It did not work in any way. I'm still a best and I'm still ready to rip his body apart and use it as fertilizer for my crew. I want the crew to walk around on his intestines and drink up his blood like fresh water from a spring."
Shuddering, a chill running through his body, Shinra felt himself grab a knife from his person and hold it to the blond's body. "Is that an order, Captain?" He couldn't stop himself. There was only one of two options on this boat and it was kill or be killed and if the captain was displeased with a crewmember than it was the duty of everyone else to ensure that the man never lived to tell the tale. Whether or not he liked the person in general was not part of the equation. He was there to do his job and be gone.
Izaya only laughed, a spine freezing laugh that sent the doctor into muttering again, his mind going a bit haywire as he tried not to think of the monster that lay behind the face of the captain. He couldn't breathe anymore, unable to think without seeing those eyes within his mind, seeing the rows of upper and lower teeth, seeing the fur slowly begin to cover the man before he was bathed in blood, trying to kill everyone around an-
"I have no need of him dead, I wish him to be alive for he will be my key to freedom from my hellhole present state."
"What shall I do with him?"
"You will leave us," Izaya murmured, moving slowly closer, wrapping his arms around him and pulling the man towards the door. "You will go down to your cell and you will live out the night within your cage like all people belong, you will ensure that my other prisoners don't leave. You will come up with the sun and you will demand my workers do as they're told and do not deviate from their course."
"Yes, captain."
"But first you will ensure that we are not headed for any of those sirens that live out within the sea."
"Sirens?"
"Yes, check that first."
Shinra left, unable to stop himself as he felt himself begin to chant. "Save the captain. Break the curse. Save the captain. Save the captain. Break the curse."
Izaya's attentions returned to the man laying upon his bed, bleeding a bit. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around the other and sitting atop him. He ran his mouth over the other's stomach, licking a path as one of his hands began to change, ripping the fabric of his shirt apart.
"Monster," the man moaned softly, eyes cracking open, staring down at him with a frown.
"You will stop that glaring now," the brunet replied back at him, "you will take me into your hand or you will not enjoy my company."
He felt himself grabbed, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Izaya pressed closer, lips meeting the other's, melding together. He delve into the man's mouth, tasting what he could. What was he thinking? Did he realize that he was awake, that he was doing these things with his captain? Izaya didn't care in the least whether or not the other really wanted this right now or not. He had given in and in that right had lost all privileges to say whether or not he could do anything.
"Grip my cock," he told the man, feeling the other's hand begin to move before…
The hand wrapping itself around his cock pulled at him, as though trying to rip the thing off. Izaya hissed as the teeth bit down on his invading tongue. He roared, pulling away and tasting the metal in his mouth. He leaned down again and bit at Shizuo's neck, reaching down to pull that hand into his own and show the damn thing what to do.
The pain melded with pleasure as he forced the other to listen to his commands. As he watched the other glare at him less and less, his face contorting into a mix of pain and pleasure. He could almost see the resistance playing across his face, the many muscles trying to rebel and falling to the force of Izaya.
"Let's see how willing you are to go just to see to my happiness." Izaya laughed a bit, looking over at the now empty bottle nearby. Средство as the label read. He could feel the other stir slowly to life more and more, The man wrapping his arms tighter around the other, willing to do whatever the captain asked of him as long as he could get relief. Izaya's gaze went to the ceiling as the man began to do more than grab him, taking his cock into his mouth and beginning to move with great need. The captain's crimson eyes shut, smirk in place upon his visage.
"Suck me off, Shizuo. Suck me off and I will ensure that you are never alone again. You will never want for anything." Except humanity, he thought as the mouth bobbed upon his penis.
A/N:
Hey guys~ ;w;
I'm sorry. I'm a slow writer and I have been busy. You may punish me if you wish, but be nice about it.
Средство is Russian for aphrodisiac. Basically, Shizuo is horny as funk and Izaya is just taking advantage. Lovely, isn't it?
Stay Shizaya, my friends.