Title – Cursed

Pairing – Izuo

Rating – MA

Disclaimer – I don't own Durarara

It started with a chase. Shizuo had been chasing after the nuisance that smelled strange at school. The new kid, Izaya Orihara. The one that had cut him straight across his chest. Shizuo chased him all over Ikebukuro. He burst past gates and fences, up stairs and into what looked like an old hot spring inn, Izaya's scent blending in with the place.

Shizuo got lost, stepped through rotten wood and crashed through the floor. The wind was knocked out of him and the bookcase he'd slammed into rattled, books falling from the shelf onto his head. One was open, landing on his bloody chest.

Looking up he blinked at the eyes watching him from everywhere, Izaya Orihara lounging against the wall looking like a demon. Shizuo frowned realising he couldn't move. Then he noticed the new tattoo spreading over his chest, right where he'd been cut. Then he'd passed out.

That one chase led to him dropping out of school and becoming owner of the hot spring inn. His parents had been proud and worried since there were rumours of it being haunted, especially since the inn had been built on top of a kitsune shrine.

For the most part it was fine. Shizuo accepted the presence of yokai and Izaya being a kitsune. He had somewhere to live and a job. He kept busy and used his strength to repair the inn. The yokai found or rather stole supplies somehow and he used them.

The only downfall was the curses. Help from any of the yokai meant accepting a curse, all temporary but could last from hours to weeks. The longest had been a month.

Shizuo moved his head to the side and then back again hearing a thunk of materials. "I can't see." He told the yokai his latest curse.

His blindness lasted two weeks.

The inn was coming along nicely. Most of the repairs had been done, even though it had taken years and the springs were up and running. He just needed to paint everything and then order in the furniture, unless the yokai did it for him. At the moment he was still under a curse.

Shizuo sighed walking into the now closed off spring and shrugging out of the robe he wore. He tried not to look down as he stepped into the soothing water. His lips trembled, a name on them but he didn't want to call it. The curses could be purified and he'd only had to use the method twice. Twice was already too much. The thought made his body head up with desire and his cock harden, if he had one.

"Evening, Shizu-chan." The bane of his existence purred. Shizuo flushed and closed his eyes. "Oh! That is a naughty curse." He listened to the rustle of fabric and the slight splash as the kitsune stepped into the water. "Open your eyes."

Shizuo growled embarrassed, but obeyed opening his eyes and glaring at the menace eyeing him like a snack.

"Don't glare at me like that, Shizu-chan. I didn't do this to you. I purify the curses."

Shizuo nodded watching warily as Izaya moved closer, ears twitching, and tails hidden away.

"Relax, you're almost finished. It's only taken seven years." Izaya stepped behind him forcing him to sit. "So tense. Do you want to keep this curse?"

Shizuo shivered as Izaya pressed against his back, hands cupping his breasts. "No!" Shizuo gasped.

"You don't want to stay a woman?" Izaya asked kissing along his neck.

"No." Shizuo gasped. It felt good, like he could get lost in the sensations, but it always felt like that. Izaya needed inside him to purify the curses. His head tipped back on Izaya's shoulder, eyes slipping shut, lips parted as the kitsune played with his breasts. The space between his thighs ached, his nipples tightening. "Please. Hurry." Shizuo moaned.

Izaya took his time, apparently determined to make him beg. Shizuo whined reaching behind himself to touch the kitsune's cock. "Don't make me bind you, Shizu-chan. Touching me without permission will curse you."

"I can't be cursed whilst I'm cursed." Shizuo grumbled defiantly.

Izaya chuckled tweaking his nipples. "It's a curse to you and it will last forever."

Shizuo melted against the kitsune, keeping his hands to himself. "Fuck me, please." He jolted feeling Izaya's fingers beneath the water. "Oh. Feels strange. More." Shizuo whined.

He wasn't sure at what point he was bent over the edge of the spring, breasts pressed against the decking. Shizuo buried his head in his arms, crying out as Izaya pressed into him, Shizuo felt every inch slowly as if he was breaking.

Izaya thrust into him, again and again. Shizuo held on scrabbling at the decking, his legs weak as the kitsune took him repeatedly. Drained he lay on the decking, Izaya climbing from the water. Shizuo groaned seeing he still had breasts. "The curse isn't broken?"

"Not yet. We're just getting started, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo groaned swiping his robe and getting it on just in time for Izaya to pick him up. He flushed but didn't complain as Izaya carried him to his room and laid him on the bed. He was dry and so was the kitsune, who now had all nine tails out behind him like a peacock.

Shizuo blinked and stared. "I want to touch." He grumbled.

"You'll need to." Izaya shrugged. Shizuo nodded crawling over and taking Izaya's thick cock in his hands. Shizuo sighed moving his mouth over the tip.

The curse broke. Shizuo writhed on the bed, his mouth full of Izaya and the same with his vagina. The last was his ass. He couldn't talk, not without risk of swallowing. He felt wrung out, drowning in the kitsune's scent and essence. But he felt the curse break, felt his breasts shrink and his cock come back. He was no longer a woman. Shizuo swallowed and closed his eyes.

Everything hurt. Shizuo groaned wondering how it was possible for his cock to hurt so much when he hadn't had one. His mouth tasted like something had died and his ass was still lodged with Izaya's come. Shizuo groaned again and got his ass into the shower.

The first time he'd slept with Izaya, it had been when he'd been cursed blind. The second time was when he'd been mute and now he'd done it because he'd been a woman. Shizuo leant against the booth and sighed. The first two he'd panicked and had been desperate. This time he'd panicked for an entirely different reason. He needed to finish his task and move on, before it was too late.

The morning Shizuo woke to silence felt like a blessing rather than a curse. So that was his next one. Deafness. It was as if he was underwater, unable to hear a single thing. In the mirror his lips moved but there was no sound. He couldn't even ask the fox for help with the curse. That was a relief. He worked diligently, his head down and focused. It was oddly a nice change of pace although a daunting one.

Unfortunately Izaya popped up. Shizuo watched the kitsune's mouth move but didn't hear a word and he wasn't lip reading. With a shrug he turned away and went back to cleaning the reception counter. He should've known he wouldn't get away with it. Shizuo found himself bent over the smooth wood. Izaya's hand smoothed over his ass.

"Nod your head, Shizu-chan." The kitsune purred in his mind. "Let me break this little curse."

Shizuo nodded. Who the hell was he kidding. He couldn't break the strongest curse upon his heart. Since the day he'd met Izaya it was already pointless resisting. He was so tired fighting and Izaya was so warm.

End