Before you start to read I would like to sincerely apologize for…well you'll see. If you plan hating me for it, just remember: It was not me it was the plot bunnies.

Disclaimer: NOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUH

Five year old Izaya followed the sound of Namie's laughter coming from her room. He peeked in finding Namie playing with Seiji who was two years old. Namie looked up at him questioningly.

"You need something, Izaya?"

He just waved his head no, biting his lip.

"What is it?"

"Can I play too?" he asked silently, looking down at his feet.

"Okay than, come here."

He bounced up and by her side.

"We are playing house. I'm mommy and Seiji is the baby."

"What will I be?" he asked tilting his head.

Namie put her finger on her chin thinking. Meanwhile Seiji wandered over to Izaya and started his favorite activity of the week, which was plucking Izaya's hair out.

"Ouch, Seiji that hurts." Izaya whimpered, trying to convince the baby to let him go.

"Iza-doggy." Seiji gurgled tugging down on Izaya's hair, making the older boy cry out.

"Seiji, please that hurts."

"That's right, Seiji, Izaya you will be a doggy." Namie clasped her hands, ignoring Izaya's discomfort; "And I have just the thing for it!" She jumped up and went for her toys, leaving Izaya alone with Seiji who cooed in happiness as Izaya whined beneath him.

"Iza-doggy, eat doggy." Seiji was in the middle of trying to feed Izaya his own plucked out hair when Namie returned.

She held a pink collar and a leash that she took off of one of her toys and now she pulled those around Izaya's neck, tugging at them slightly to make sure they are in place. Seiji sat beside her, paying close attention like a student in class. When she was done he came to him once again and patted him on the head.

"Good doggy, Iza. Good doggy."

Izaya actually felt happy for being called a good doggy. Seiji rarely ever paid attention to him and when he did it was usually to pull out Izaya's hair with fascination. And now he actually praised him! Izaya felt happy. He felt happy because he was able to play with Namie and because Seiji said that he was good.

The games continued relatively harmlessly; except for few times when Izaya's leash got playfully pulled by Seiji making him momentarily lose air. That's it until Namie's and Seiji's uncle came home. Hearing to doors open Seiji burst out in happy giggles and ran of down stair towards the sound. Unfortunately Izaya's leash was in his hand the whole time and Izaya, who knew nothing of resistance, found himself being pulled down stairs as his screams of pain and fear mixed with Seiji's happy giggles.

Seitarou Yagiri was rather bewildered when he saw his nephew running to him, his bottle full of juice in one hand and a pink leash tied to terrified Izaya in other. Seiji didn't let go of the leash until he pounced on his uncle laughing all the way. By that time Izaya was laying on the floor moaning in pain.

"Sir, I think I broke my arm." Izaya sniffed out, looking at the now useless limb, spread in unnatural angle.

Seiji turned around in his uncle's arms a mad pout on his face as he flung his bottle down, hitting Izaya precisely on the head. Izaya let out a cry of pain, twitching on the floor.

"Bad Iza, doggy no talk."

Izaya woke up, shivering in darkness. He didn't know how long he was here, but he felt incredibly lonely. He was hungry and cold and lonely. He didn't know will Seiji ever come back or will he leave Izaya to die in the basement. And if Seiji does come back, what will he do to him? Izaya was afraid of Seiji, but he was even more afraid of loneliness, of loneliness that was burning a hole in his being. Izaya wasn't used to loneliness. Izaya was bred to love and if there was no one there to accept that love…well then Izaya had no reason to live.

The door creaked open and Izaya's eyes looked up, both in fear and hope.

"M-master, you came back for me."

Seiji looked at him, at that miserable excuse for a human trapped in his basement. At that monster that ruined his life, taking the one he loved away from him. He knew that it was all Izaya's fault. He was disgusted by that filthy being that was sitting on the floor, looking happy as a puppy when he opened the door. Maybe he should just leave the monster there to die. Izaya would die in pain he knew…but he wanted to make him cry in pain himself. He wanted his revenge. He wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face and make him unable to ever smile again.

He heated that smile. That trusting smile. And he heated those eyes. Those big innocent eyes that looked up at him with adoration. Izaya was something sick, unnatural and Seiji wanted it gone. Izaya had no right to live. Izaya had no right to love. And he is going to make sure that, that stays clear to puppy-eyed boy.

He heated him so much.

He stepped down into the basement inclosing on the older boy. Yes, Izaya was older and taller, but Seiji was stronger. All those years of being treated like Namie's prized little pet did took their tool and the older one, both physically and mentally.

And there was that other thing which put Seiji in advantage.

Izaya's breeding.

Izaya was not bred to fight back. Seiji was pretty sure that Izaya didn't even know that fighting back was an option. Izaya was bred without any feeling of hate, so that ensured safety for Seiji. Izaya is afraid of him, but Izaya won't do anything about it, because Izaya doesn't hate him. And Izaya doesn't hate him because Izaya can't hate. Seiji had the power. He had the power over Izaya's simple putted mind, for he was trained to obey.

But than…why did that stupid runt punch him on the cemetery. Could it be that Namie was trying to make Izaya develop some sort of defiance towards him? That won't do, that won't do at all. Izaya was bred to be a mindless dog and Seiji is going to make sure he stays that way. Dogs should know there place in this world and Izaya's place was at Seiji's feet.

Like a good dog.

Seiji crouched in front of Izaya glaring daggers at the older boy. Izaya shifted uncomfortably and looked down, aware of his bad behavior and aware of the fact that he is going to get punished for it.

"Who's been a bad dog?" Seiji asked.

"I have." Izaya admitted.

"Does a bad dog deserve a punishment?" Seiji asked.

"Yes, he does." Izaya agreed.

Seiji smiled grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and slamming his head into the brick wall. He proceeded with that until he felt bored of it, so he let go of Izaya and the boy fell forwards lingering at the edge of unconsciousness. Blood trailed down Izaya's head and tears escaped his eyes, but he made no move to run from the person that did this to him.

"Izaya, I think that you forgot your manners." Seiji smiled trailing a deep cut on Izaya's skull.

"I'm sorry, master. I'll never do it again." Izaya whimpered, his big red eyes set on Seiji.

"You better not or next time I won't be so kind." Seiji pulled on Izaya's hair making the boy quiver in pain.

"Master was very merciful towards Izaya." Izaya agreed.

Seiji smiled at Izaya's weak attempts. He realized why Namie liked Izaya so much. He would agree with everything you told him and be absolutely amazed by everything you did. In Izaya's mind there was nothing that his master could do wrong. If something wrong did happen then it was unquestionably and certainly Izaya's fault. He is going to enjoy torturing him senseless.

Seiji got up from his place, deciding that he had enough of torturing Izaya for now. He wasn't surprised when Izaya trailed behind him like a lost puppy, just like three days ago when he moved in the underground house. Unlike three days ago, Seiji didn't shut the basement door in Izaya's face but let him trail him into the main room.

"Go wash yourself; I don't want blood on my carpet." Seiji directed him towards the small bathroom that now belonged to Izaya and Izaya obediently retreated to wash himself off his own blood.

That bathroom was actually the only room he had for Izaya, since he felt disgusted by a though of sharing a bathroom with that sick runt. He decided that Izaya will just sleep down in the basement, since he didn't want to waist anymore money then he already has on that dog. Izaya should be grateful he even dignified him with a bathroom, since a thought of just adding a litter box to the basement did cross his mind. The rest of the house was quite luxurious, since his family was rich. No one in his family knew about this underground house, so no one will try to look for the little bastard here. And besides the house wasn't even built in Seiji's name, so there was no reason to it to be linked to him. He felt perfectly safe here.

When Izaya finally came out of the bathroom, Seiji was watching the news. He turned the TV off as Izaya came in and turned around in the couch.

"Come here, runt." He ordered and Izaya trailed his way toward, sitting down on the floor next to Seiji's feet.

Like a good dog.

He looked up at him and Seiji got a brilliant idea to dig those big eyes out. But then again, blood is so hard to remove from the carpet and even harder to explain to the dry cleaners so he gave up on that brilliant idea.

"I want to go home, master." Izaya tried weakly.

Seiji frowned slapping those eyes down and then pushing Izaya's head to the floor with his foot. Izaya's whimpered as his spine arched in sudden movement.

"Let's make this clear bastard. You are newer going home and you are newer seeing Namie or my uncle or anyone you know, ever again. I don't want you asking about them or about anything else. You are mine bastard now and I won't have you disobey me. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, master." Izaya whimpered as pain settled in his heart. He will never see Namie again? How will he survive without Namie?

Seiji smiled letting Izaya up again and the boy curled up next to his feet, sniffing silently. Seiji turned on the TV again, choosing to ignore his new pet for a while. He was glad when no reports about Izaya going missing came up on the news. How could they? For the entire world Izaya Orihara was dead and nobody knew that he lived with Yagiri family all this time. Looking for him through the news would only bring up unwanted questions.

Izaya's growling stomach snapped him out of those thoughts and he kicked the boy disapprovingly.

"Can't you be quiet, runt."

"I'm sorry, master." Izaya whimpered, but his stomach kept complaining.

Seiji groaned at the bother that was Izaya and got up, searching through his shelves, Izaya's apologetic and hungry eyes on him constantly. He grinned as he pulled out a can he bought just for such accession and taking out a bowl he called out to Izaya.

"Dog food for a dog, come here Izaya."

He was a bit surprised when Izaya actually got up and tamely moved next to him. He couldn't be that stupid right? He is sure to know what's coming next, right? Or was he even more idiotic then Seiji originally thought?

Izaya sat down looking at the slimy meat in the bowl and then back up at Seiji. There was no hatred or disgust in those eyes. Just sadness and pleading. That made Seiji mad and he grabbed Izaya's hair ducking him down into the slimy mess that was dog food.

"Eat, you bastard." He yelled out.

And sure enough Izaya ate, slowly yes, but he ate. He ate the slimy, rubbery food because he knew that he deserved all of this. He deserved all of the humiliation that Seiji threw his way. He deserved no mercy for he had disrespected his master and that was the worst crime of all. So he ate, he ate as salty tears crept down his face, he ate trying to redeem himself for his mistakes.

When he was finished, Seiji pulled his head up, stopping him from gagging. He watched those pain filled eyes, showing no mercy in his. He grinned at Izaya, showing him that he had no intentions o being merciful towards him. Izaya's tears silently fell on the floor as his gagging reflexes came to ease. Seiji knelt next to him and showed a bottle of water in his mouth making him drink it all down.

Finally, after letting go of that disgusting creature that he had in his possession, Seiji found himself surprised when Izaya curled up next to his chest, seeking comfort from the one who brought the pain to him. He didn't back away, not giving the bastard a satisfaction of looking him run, but he did slap him, showing him who's the master. He took a rag and wiped Izaya's mouth clean, so he wouldn't dirty his new shirt.

The he just sat there on the floor, having no idea what to do next. Izaya was gripping at him as if he was his life-line and that was really annoying.

"I hate you, you disgusting bastard." He hissed at the older one.

"I love you Seiji."

Seiji stopped in his tracks looking at Izaya in surprise. Izaya's eyes were closed in contempt as he lay on Seiji's chest. How could he…how could that little bastard say such a thing? He slapped Izaya away from himself hissing in rage. The boy looked up in shock, not knowing what he did wrong. Of course, how could he forget? This dog was bred to love and without Namie around he redirected that love to Seiji. How disgusting! He kicked Izaya in the stomach as his anger towards his captive bloomed. Izaya whimpered going back, his face still turned to Seiji.

"Master, what did I do?" he wailed out as another kick set him down on his back.

Now trapped under Seiji's weight his tearful eyes looked up at his abuser. Izaya was terrified for he did not know what he did wrong or what to do to make it right. Seiji growled in rage as he lifted his leg and brought it back on Izaya again and again and again. Izaya cried out in pain as his lungs begged for air that Seiji pumped out of him. Seiji grabbed Izaya's hair and shook him around yelling a stream of curses in his ears as he made the boy's head hit the floor repeatedly.

Seiji laughed madly at the pathetic sight in front of his eyes as he finally let go of the boy. A crazy, sick idea was born in his mind that second and he laughed in delight as his angered mind agreed that that would indeed be appropriate punishment for the older one. He leaned closer to the terrified raven whispering to him.

"You love me, huh bastard?"

And Izaya could not go against his training as his mind obediently formed the words; "Of course, master."

"Good, then you should enjoy this." Seiji said in sickly sweet tone as he trailed his hand down and to Izaya's pants.

Before Izaya could even blink Seiji took off his pants laughing like a manic and was in process of taking off his own. Izaya whined in horror and started backing away. He wasn't sure what Seiji was trying to do, but his instinct told him that it's not going to be good.

Seiji's eyes gleamed in lust as he jumped on Izaya like a hungry cat, trapping him in place. He enjoyed that look of utter fright and helplessness that echoed through Izaya's eyes and he laughed once more for he guessed what the matter is.

"What's wrong Izaya, I though you loved me."

Izaya has never been taught anything about sex; their uncle thought it was dangerous since he was designed as a pet for a girl. And once again Izaya's trained brain worked against him.

"Of course I do, master."

"And you would let me do anything I want to you, right, like a good little dog?"

Izaya gulped, looking at Seiji's erection. And once gain he automatically responded.

"Whatever you want, master."

And with that been said, Seiji grinned wider and violently entered Izaya. Izaya screamed out in response, but Seiji just pushed in harder, licking his lips in mad satisfaction as he trusted into his pet. Izaya felt so good around him, as his tight warm walls clenched around Seiji. This was the outlet he needed, a way to let his frustrations out. It felt so good, so right as he managed to find Izaya's prostate and devilishly and mercilessly hit it again and again and again.

Izaya screamed every single time, but he dared not to move away, as his terrified eyes searched for his master's. Every thought was chased out of his mind as blinding pain arched through his spine, leaving him unaware of anything but Seiji and Seiji's cock that violently molested his insides. He shook in fear at the look of madness in Seiji's eyes as he whimpered for him to stop, but Seiji just slapped him and growled like an animal searching for more.

Izaya arched in surprise as his own cock was grabbed by Seiji and squished in his fist. Seiji's other hand grabbed Izaya's hip and pulled the crying boy closer as he moved in him violently. He grinned as blood started oozing out of Izaya's entrance and he trailed one of his fingers in the red river. He showed that finger to Izaya, looking at those wet, helpless eyes that begged for him to stop.

"Not so innocent anymore, bastard. Your mother should be proud, you carrying on family business." He laughed like a jackal as he trailed the blood around Izaya's lips.

Izaya cried out in pain as Seiji continued pumping his cock. His eyes went wide as he started feeling small traces of pleasure in the sea of pain.

"Such a slut, Izaya, look how much you're enjoying this." Seiji cackled at Izaya's rising erection.

With one last violent trust and one last merciless pump, they both came hard. Izaya's eyes went wide at the unknown feeling as something warm started spreading inside him as something equally warm and sticky started spreading on him.

Seiji cackled one more time as he pushed himself out of Izaya and went to clean himself, leaving the shocked boy behind.

Author's notes:…..I know, I know. Imp is going to sit here now and feel very ashamed for what she did.

Plot bunny: Because it sucked?

Me: Well that too.