Title - Bloody masquerade

Pairing - Izuo

Rating - MA

Disclaimer – I don't own Durarara

With a mask anyone could be anyone. Shizuo walked in through the overly extravagant doors. It was a shame the white marble with gold inlay would be stained with blood before the morning.

The naive beauty on his arm continued to chatter. It had been so very easy to have her eating out of the palm of his hand. It was disappointing he hadn't had to seduce her to be invited as her plus one. She'd practically shoved the ticket into his hand.

The ridiculously expensive tailored three piece had come from her pocket, the mask likewise. The softness he felt against his skin irritated him. Such a waste.

Necessary.

Shizuo tilted his head, as if trying hard to hear everything the woman was saying. He couldn't care less. She'd played her part. The sooner he could disentangle himself from her the better. Heck, he might even let her live.

The waiter took a drink from his silver tray, handing it to him in a wine glass. The wine was almost crimson. The woman on his arm laughed taking the glass from him.

"No," she purred. "I want you sober."

Well, maybe he'd kill her after all. Clingers were dangerous. In his business it could get him killed. Best to get rid of her. No witnesses, no attachments.

Shizuo faked a smile he hoped was pacified and understanding. Lovestruck would have her searching for the nearest private room. The thought made his hair rise on the back of his arms.

Turning his focus back to the reason he had gotten involved with the woman in the first place, Shizuo scanned the sea of expensive bodies and masks. That was the problem with masquerades. You could hide but everyone was hidden along with you.

It made his task just that little bit harder. The pay check would be worth it. If he could get his man.

Izaya Orihara. The host of the masquerade and reclusive owner of the mansion that rarely opened its doors. If the information was correct, the man was a serial killer with too many victims to count.

Shizuo startled hearing the main doors close. Automatically he went for his piece, stilling his hand and chiding himself for acting like an amateur.

Looking around him, he realised everyone was taking their masks off. The woman at his arm stilled him when he went to remove his own.

"The plus ones keep the masks on, my dear."

In the dark of the room, lit by candlelight, the shadows seemed deeper, the woman at his arm made his senses go haywire. Every instinct told him to run. That he wasn't hunter. He was prey.

Ridiculous. He was known as the reaper. Anyone that came in contact with him either vanished without a trace or their corpse was left as it fell.

"Come, let me introduce you to our host." The woman led him through. He wasn't fighting her but she seemed stronger than she looked.

Around him the ones without masks were doing the same. Shizuo found himself standing in front of three doors. Standing in front acting cordially with his guests was Izaya.

"Sire," the woman said with reverence.

Those red eyes affixed on them, standing out from the man's pasty complexion. To be expected from a man that didn't leave his mansion. Ever. This had been his option A. Option B had been to burn the place down and his target with it.

Shizuo deemed that too much of a risk. Izaya might escape. There might be innocents in the building, victims that could be saved.

"Angela," Izaya greeted taking her hand like one of those old fashioned gentleman and kissing the back.

The woman beamed. "Sire."

Izaya looked to him. "And who do we have here?"

"This is Shizuo," the woman gushed.

Izaya took his hand in the same manner. Shizuo bristled, wanting to kick his ass. The man was unexpectedly strong, given his appearance. Weird too, the way he dragged his nose over his skin.

Shizuo tugged his hand free, wishing he had a full face mask. At least then he could cover his disgust.

"You've done well, Angela." Izaya gestures to the door on the left. "Go on through."

The woman was radiant with happiness, ushering him through the doorway. Shizuo could feel Izaya's gaze between his shoulder blades.

Something wasn't right.

Had his intel been wrong?

For all the masked guests, there were only five standing with him. The maskless guests looked ecstatic.

Shizuo eyed the enclosed space with minimal chairs. It looked like one of the sex clubs he'd tracked a target to. The air was heavy.

The woman led him over to one of the booths. From the corner of his eye he could see the others following suite. It seemed like he was the only one wary about what was happening.

A waiter set a glass in front of him. This one, the woman didn't take from him. "Relax, dear. We'll be here until the sorting has been finished."

"Sorting?" Shizuo asked ignoring the drink.

"That's right. The guests are sorted into VIP and standard. This is the VIP lounge."

"Which I'm now done sorting." Izaya spoke behind him, voice like melted dark chocolate. Izaya took the glass, handing it back to the waiter. "Shin, what is your plus one?"

"A hacker, Sire."

Cold chills slipped down his back.

"Pepe?"

"A scientist specialising in synthetic blood, Sire."

Shizuo struggled to keep his panic under control. His heart was racing a mile a minute, sweat beading at his brow.

"Angela?"

Shizuo slowly reached for his gun.

The woman he thought he'd been stringing along, gave him a toothy grin. Her eyes glowed an unnatural light, and her teeth were more fang.

"An assassin, Sire."

Shit. Shit shit shit. Shizuo was frozen, unable to look away from the woman outing him. His fingertips brushed the cool metal.

"You three win this time," Izaya announced.

Shizuo felt cool hands remove his mask, dropping it to the seat beside him. Fingers threaded through his hair, tugging his head slowly back, breaking his gaze with the woman.

Izaya stared down at him, irises glowing red. Teeth a pearly white. Fangs. "An assassin. And who were you here to kill?" Izaya asked in a confrontational whisper.

Shizuo's lips moved unbidden. "You."

Izaya smiled. Laughter filled the lounge. "You're welcome to try, but there's something you should know."

Izaya hissed, fangs sharp. "I'm a master vampire."

Shizuo laughed at that. No one else was. Izaya's eyes glowed. His target struck, sinking those sharp fangs into his throat.

Shizuo's head lolled forward, his jaw slack, resting his lips against something cool. Something wet, warm and metallic filled his mouth.

His fingers locked on, digging in. Sucking hard he drank what was being offered. His cock hardened, aching. A fog overtook his mind. Shizuo went lax, slipping down in his seat.

Something was wrong. His heart felt slower. His chest ached, struggling to suck in oxygen. His eyelids slipped shut. A tear slipped from his eye. Shizuo breathed his last breath.

Hunter. Shizuo licked his lips at the thought of the hunter. The human was barely an adult. He was cute though. Shizuo's kryptonite. The fact he looked like a younger Izaya with blue eyes didn't mean anything.

"Shizuo, Sire has been calling you." Angela, the woman that had tricked him told him.

Shizuo gave her a curt nod. He walked past her, heading to the main master's rooms. He didn't knock given he'd been summoned.

"Sire." Shizuo bowed to the vampire sitting behind the desk.

"Shizu-chan." Izaya crooked a finger, sitting like royalty. "You're spying on the hunters."

Shizuo stiffened, nodded. "Yes, Sire."

"Against my orders."

Shizuo's knees gave way, sending him crashing to the floor at Izaya's feet. His master's power washed over him, a heavy weight of gravity.

"Why?"

"They are a threat." Shizuo answered honestly.

"Yet you're focused on one in particular. Mikado Ryugamine."

Fuck.

What to do.

What to do.

Izaya tapped his finger against the hunter's profile. The folder laid out in front wasn't impressive, but the human had captivated one of his vampire's attention.

Mikado Ryugamine.

"What did you plan to do with him?" Izaya asked. His vampire stayed quiet. "Come here, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo crawled towards him on hands and knees, as much as he allowed. Izaya stabbed himself with his sole long nail-ideal for slitting throats- holding out his bleeding finger. Shizuo rose like Pavlov's hound eagerly drinking from him.

Izaya smirked eyeing his vampire's bulge. His blood did that. Shizuo moaned around his finger tip. "Should I reward you or punish you, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo eyed him with undying adoration, completely in his thrall. "Fuck me. Please, Sire. Grant me your cock."

"Why should I?" Izaya pulled his finger away slowly. Shizuo stayed latched on like a cat after a treat.

Unzipping his fly, Shizuo's attention diverted to his cock. Izaya pulled his finger free, wiping away the saliva that connected them.

"Please, Sire." Shizuo moaned, rutting pointlessly.

"Suck me," Izaya ordered, eyeing the hunter's profile again.

Shizuo nodded, lighting up. His lips parted, fangs retracting. Izaya sat back, allowing his vampire to play. They all craved him, especially the taste of his blood.

Must please master.

Must pleasure master.

Must obey master.

Shizuo moaned around his Sire's cock, sliding his lips down to the hilt. Hollowing his cheeks, he bobbed his head. Pulling back up, he gave the underside a long languorous lick.

"That's enough, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo hung his head in shame. His time was up. He knew better than to argue or protest. His master didn't do confrontation. That way led true punishment or death. Shizuo had been isolated once. No contact from his master had been soul destroying.

"Have Angela prepare you for me."

Shizuo shuddered at the thought of the woman touching him. "Please, Sire. I can take it. Please."

"My bedroom."

Shizuo moved quickly, crawling towards the door behind him. His bedroom. Izaya watched, eyeing the too tight pants strain against the vampire's cock.

Izaya took his time. He was curious what Shizuo would do. When he was done waiting, Izaya got up and entered through the door himself.

Shizuo kneeled at the foot of his bed completely naked. He'd put on one of the chains that hung from the bed posts, locking it around his throat.

"Stand, Shizu-chan." Izaya ordered. His vampire did so without question.

Izaya took a step closer, resting his hand on Shizuo's bare buttock. His vampire moaned. "You like men."

Shizuo stiffened. If explained why Shizuo didn't want to be around Angela. It also explained the new obsession with the hunter.

Izaya manoeuvred Shizuo to the edge of the bed, bending him over. Lining himself up, he pushed inside ignoring Shizuo's spincter trying to reject him.

Shizuo cried out. Izaya slid home, balls deep inside his vampire. His.

His master railed his ass without giving him space to breathe. He didn't need to. That was a human thing, and he wasn't human.

Fuck. As a human he'd never be able to admit he wanted this. As a vampire, everything changed. Izaya's hips snapped back and forth, the tug on his hair made his nipples pebble, his cock reaching for his belly, quivering with the need to come.

"Please master. Need it. Need to come."

Izaya gave a particularly hard thrust against his sweet spot, yanking at his hair. "Come, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo screamed, blowing his load. Panting, he begged for more. Whatever his master could give him. He needed it. Craved it. Izaya had opened the door and let him in. He never wanted it to end.

Shizuo sat against the bedpost. Izaya corrected his attire. "Will you leave the hunters alone?"

His vampire grimaced, shaking his head. "They are a threat, Sire."

"I suppose Mikado Ryugamine is the highest threat?" Izaya asked.

"Yes, Sire." Shizuo admitted. "He reminds me of you. I feel he isn't completely human."

Izaya refrained from visibly startling at the news. "You think he's a bigger threat?"

Shizuo clamped his lips together, eyes downcast. "Because of the similarity, I would've thought he was your child. Either that or the humans have bred someone that looks like you."

Izaya pinched his chin. "You're talking too much, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo gladly took his cock and that was that.

The black cat joined him for the ride. Shizuo detangled his hair from its claws. "Alright, you can come." Cradling the cat in his arms, he sped to his destination. The cat did okay with the quick travel.

Shizuo smiled, waving a hand to his friend. His only friend. "Aoba!"

The teen returned his wave. "Shizuo."

Shizuo made his way to the outer table, taking a seat. He set the cat on top of the table.

"You're a vampire." Aoba sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Not Mikado. A teenager, definitely human. Izaya twitched his whiskers, eyeing the human.

"So, you fucking him?"

Shizuo spluttered above him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"It's new. Just the once." Shizuo grumbled.

"Given you murder the guy, just the once seems wrong."

Izaya meowed, tumbling into Shizuo's lap.

"I haven't murdered this one," Shizuo sighed. "Nor do I intend to."

"So what then? You regret killing him? This was a one way trip for you Shizuo. You can't time jump without consequences."

Shizuo sighed, fingers in his fur, stroking over his ears. "I'm going to kill my father. That way I don't get raised brainwashed and I don't kill Izaya."

Aoba groaned. "No. Let's say you kill your father. He dies but you haven't been conceived. You'll never exist."

Shizuo snorted. "I have been born. Mikado's mistress is Masaomi Kida. She's a prostitute he takes his frustration out on. She's also blonde. I was born last month. There's no need to wait. I can kill him before he takes the child."

"No!" Aoba hissed. "Damn it, Shizuo. You're going to create a paradox. You can't touch that child. Ever. Time is a fixed point. It's for educational purposes. You can't start an affair with the vampire you will kill and you can't kill your father. Promise me, you won't go after Mikado."

"I have no need to. I've warned Izaya he's a threat. Mikado won't reach a seat of power."

Izaya stood up, paws on the table. Aoba spat a curse, thumping a fist on the table. "I told you not to change a thing. What are you doing?"

Izaya flopped back and stared into Shizuo's face. His vampire scratched his fur absent minded.

"I'm doing as Izaya told me to."

"Which you can't and won't tell me about." Aoba spat another curse. "Fine. I'll go back and see if you still have a future."

Shizuo scooped him up, setting him back on the table. "You're going? Why? I need you to stay here."

Aoba shook his head. "Mairu and Kururi are well protected. I don't appreciate you making me into an accomplice."

"Thank you, Aoba."

"Yeah yeah. Stay out of trouble. I'll be back in a week. Saturday 6pm. Be here."

Aoba was gone.

Shizuo scooped him up again, carrying him from the empty table. "Do you think I should've told him about Izaya's kid trying to kill me?"

Shizuo lifted him high in front of him. His vampire gave him a blinding smile. "Never attempt time travel, it's a mess."

Izaya wanted him. Shizuo really wanted to smirk on Angela's direction. Instead, his fingers smoothed over the collar marking him as Izaya's property.

Shizuo swept into the room after knocking. "You called, master?"

"Where have you been, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo remained relaxed. "A friend was visiting."

"A friend?" Izaya asked dubiously. "Would this be something to do with that hunter you mentioned?"

"No. I was meeting my friend. My only friend actually. Aoba Kuronuma."

Izaya said nothing to that. "My room, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo nodded. "Yes master."

Shizuo lay exhausted, passed out on the bed. Izaya smiled down at his sweat soaked body, covered in his come. "Shizu-chan, wake up."

His vampire didn't stir. Izaya took that as disobeying his order. It didn't take long to have Shizuo cleaned up. He did himself, not wanting any intrusions.

Shizuo didn't budge as he added softer chains around his wrists, along with a new collar. With Shizuo naked and spread before him, Izaya's gaze fixated on his vampire's scar. A long thin horizontal line straight across his chest. At first he'd thought it was a knife. Except now he recognised his own handiwork done with his nail.

Maybe there was truth to Shizuo's time travelling adventures after all. Izaya opened his top drawer beside the bed. He took out the curved toy, filling it with his blood.

Shizuo gasped, eyes snapping open as Izaya pushed the toy inside his channel, the curve spreading him wider. Shizuo arched back against the bed, crying out. The toy's plug stopped snuggly against Shizuo's rim.

Izaya picked up the chastity belt, slipping the cock cage over Shizuo's semi-erect cock. He expected complaint or questions as to why he was being punished.

Shizuo's stared at him glassy eyed, a blush staining his cheeks. His hips gave an experimental roll. His vampire let out a moan.

"My apologies for passing out, master." Shizuo moved to sit up, shivering with each twist of his hips.

"Do not answer the door. Do not move from the bed." Izaya ordered.

"Yes master."

Masaomi Kida was easy enough to track down. She was the prostitute with the baby behind the screen. She wasn't alone either. Aoba sat with her, a timepiece dangling from his neck.

The teenager looked up at him and groaned. "He told you? For fuck sake!"

"Aoba?" Masaomi frowned. "Who is this?"

"A secondary doctor." Aoba said quickly.

Masaomi turned to him, expression fierce. "Good. I don't know what that quack was on about. You're telling me that not only is my son a bond but he has a womb? Ridiculous."

"Which is why this doctor is here to confirm that's not the case." Aoba soothed, cradling the baby in his arms.

"Well, get on with it." Masaomi snapped. "I have a client in five minutes."

Izaya took the baby into his arms. Shizuo cooed at him, reaching out with tiny hands.

Masaomi grabbed a cigarette, leaving them to it. Izaya shook his head in disgust. "Why is Shizu-chan here?"

Aoba sighed. "Honestly? To stop him losing his mind. A bond can't live without their counterpart."

Izaya hadn't been gone that long. At least he thought he hadn't. Too long to save one of his vampires. Angela pointed at the dust pile on the floor in front of the door.

Izaya sent her away. With her gone, he opened the door finding Shizuo writhing on the bed. His nails were coated in blood and his fangs were out.

Izaya had assumed his blood held aphrodisiac effects, but apparently that wasn't the case. He couldn't get the belt off fast enough. Tugging the toy free, he tossed it to the floor, gathering Shizuo into his arms.

Shizuo trembled in his hold, clawing at his arms. That would be the distance of the bond. His blood had only made the existing one stronger. Shizuo tipped his head back and screamed.

Izaya flinched, the noise piercing through his ears. "Shizu-chan!"

Shizuo stared at him unseeing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Aoba was right. Madness had struck. Izaya snapped back at the sight of a crazed smile splitting across Shizuo's face. He lashed out, nails raking inches away from his nose.

Izaya grabbed Shizuo's wrist, his other hand locking around Shizuo's throat, slamming him to the ground. He doesn't hold back. The flooring cracks and Shizuo's body makes an audible breaking sound upon impact.

Izaya waits for the slightest twitch. Shizuo is out cold, unconscious. Izaya lifts him one handed by his shirt, placing him back on the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere, Shizu-chan," Izaya murmured. Neither would Shizuo. The vampire was his. Their future was their own.

End