Title – Monsters

Shizuo's first day as a volunteer in an orphanage went well. He'd started with the smaller children and hadn't lost his temper once. It was a shame that he wouldn't be paid, but it was a job he wouldn't be fired from.

Just like the other volunteers, he lived in the house, had his meals prepared for him and generally everything else. There was only cigarettes to buy and he'd already decided to give them up. For once he felt like things were going his way.

Well, if he ignored the run down state of the house, the creaky stairs and the rumours that the house was haunted. Shizuo made sure the doors were locked at night and given that he'd been living in the house for a month, hadn't found anything strange.

Shizuo's dreams however were strange. It was dark and he couldn't move, strange shaped shadows rose from the floor and moved above him. Shizuo stared wide eyed and shivered as the shadows moved closer. He felt a light touch against his skin and then it was the shadows recoiling from him.

Shizuo frowned tripping over nothing and feeling like he was being watched. It wasn't the first time either. Shizuo checked his surroundings and then continued with his day.

The strange dreams continued and the shadows never touched him. He continued his life normally, despite the surety he was being watched. He kept an eye on the shadows, but sometimes it wasn't the shadows that were the problem.

Shizuo was alone in the classroom, tidying up when the door slid open. One of the teachers moved towards him, slamming into him. Shizuo groaned as he hit the chalkboard. The teacher tore apart his shirt, gaze focusing on the necklace that was around his throat. It was a baptism gift from his parents and he'd only ever taken it off to make chain adjustments.

So he wasn't going to let someone else try and touch it. Shizuo shoved back and groaned at the remains of his shirt. With another more agitated groan, he put the teacher on his ass and walked away.

The shadows reached him in his dream. Shizuo wasn't sure how or why but they did. He felt them settle cold against his skin. Shizuo jolted but he couldn't move. The icy touch slid all over his body and then slipped away.

Every night Shizuo had the same dream. He woke up feeling strange and no matter how long he tried to stay awake the result was the same. In fact it felt like he hadn't slept. But that was ridiculous. It wasn't until he started looking like a panda that he sought out what was disturbing him.

So he went to the basement. Into the dark until he found a light switch. The moment he did though, something wrapped around his ankle and sharply pulled. He fell back and cracked his head against the stairs.

Shizuo grunted as the wind was knocked from him and he was yanked into the shadow. His sole cry was muffled by the shadow filling his mouth. The shadows were cold, just like his dream. Shizuo heard a clink, his necklace hitting the floor in front of him, the chain broken. His fingers twitched reaching out for it.

Shadows curled around his wrist and then he was thrown away from the necklace, the shadows coiling around his body. Shizuo shivered. Cold. He was so cold. Shizuo gagged as the shadows poured down his throat. The inky tendrils slipped up past his ankles and down his waist band. Shizuo felt his blood turn to ice, he felt a press as the shadows inched into every part of him. His mouth, his ass, his ears and his nostrils. His vision went dark and then he didn't feel anything at all.

"Hey, Izaya. We've got a call to the old orphanage." Mikado called out.

His partner poked his head around the door, one hand holding a toothbrush. "That pathetic seal broke?"

"Yeah. The director admitted the exorcist was cheap. He's willing to pay."

Izaya rolled his eyes. "Probably too late now."

"I said we'd check it out." Mikado said quietly. "You'd still be able to handle it, right?"

"Sure, let me fix another human mistake."

Izaya wasn't a morning person, then again most demons weren't. Too used to midnight ritual summonings. The orphanage turned his stomach, a representation of the worst of humans.

"Getting anything?" Mikado asked digging out his equipment. Humans weren't comfortable when they knew the truth.

"The seal is broken and it's stronger."

Mikado sighed. "I hate orphanages. Let's solve this one quickly, please."

"Psychics first." Izaya said taking a step back. Mikado scowled loaded up with expensive looking equipment. It was a movie set prop that beeped when they needed it to.

The orphanage was home to young and loud children and teenagers who knew they wouldn't be getting new parents, adults that hoped for the best and the ones desperate for a place to stay.

Izaya paused at the threshold sensing something else. He couldn't pinpoint the scent. Not quite human. Interesting.

Mikado startled and jumped back. "Woah! There's something else here."

"It would seem so."

Shizuo stood against the wall arms crossed watching whilst the director spoke to two men. Shizuo knew there was something off about them but his focus was on the children, not the strange men with red and blue eyes.

Shizuo pushed away from the wall and headed for the classroom he was in charge of fixing up. Or it would be a classroom once he was done. Shizuo sighed looking around the room. Stepping across the dust sheet, he picked up a long plank of wood, nails and a hammer.

The shrill cry of one of the children drew their attention to the classroom. Wood, nails and a hammer were moving. A ghost was repairing a classroom. That was a first. The hammer paused and was set down. Mikado felt something move and the child screamed louder as he levitated high above ground.

"Do something!" The director screeched.

Mikado reached out, only to feel his hand slapped away. Izaya was content to follow and see where the ghost would take the child. The answer was to a playpen with the other children.

The child stopped screaming when he was with the rest. Mikado frowned. "Any missing children or staff?"

"Only through adoption or quitting."

"Who was working on the classroom?" Izaya asked hearing banging once again.

"Shizuo Heiwajima, a new volunteer. Walked out after a month. Hard worker, disruptive sleeper though."

"You saw him leave?" Mikado asked.

"Well no, but he's not the first one." The director frowned. "I'll show you his old room."

Shizuo walked into his bedroom following the suspicious pair up. He didn't know what they wanted but he wasn't having people going through his stuff. Shizuo reached for the blue eyed guy grabbing his arm and pulling. "What are you doing in my room?"

The blue eyed guy spun around. Shizuo frowned. The director was complaining about something again. But whilst he'd been in a staring contest with blue eyes, the damn director had given them his room for the night. Now where was he supposed to sleep. Shizuo scowled, climbed into bed and remained there.

Mikado looked down at himself. He was sure he was sleeping. He wasn't the type of psychic to get visions. So why was he watching as a clearly possessed teacher crashed into another one and was rebuffed.

Izaya as always had somehow followed him to his destination and was staring at the teacher's chest. Mikado felt a niggle of annoyance. "It's a protection amulet. But it's one of the unseen ones. It won't work anymore."

Mikado flinched seeing the blond haired teacher turn to Izaya. This wasn't a vision. "Can I help you?"

"You can introduce yourself and explain why you were fighting with a teacher." Izaya said smoothly.

"Shizuo Heiwajima, I'm a volunteer teacher and this idiot attacked me. As you just saw. I don't know who-

"We're new volunteers." Mikado called out since he was the only one that could lie. "We were told to come and shadow you."

He caught the flinch but Shizuo nodded as if it hadn't happened. "Okay then, maybe it'll get this place fixed quicker. Keep the tools and anything dangerous away from the kids. This place is now your home too."

"Those are some dark circles, Shizu-chan." Izaya lightly touched over Shizuo's eye. The blond jerked back grumbling about nightmares.

"Anywhere we should stay clear of?"

"Basement apparently." Shizuo shrugged moving around Izaya and him.

"Could you show us?" Mikado asked finding Shizuo surprisingly solid.

"Nope. I already took a nasty spill down the basement steps. In your own time if you wanna flirt with danger. Come on, I'll show you around. The food is actually decent."

"You got a girlfriend, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked latching onto Shizuo's arm with ease.

"Nope."

"Ah boyfriend then?" Izaya pressed.

"Nope." Shizuo shrugged. "Probably should though. Would be warmer."

"Warmer?" Izaya murmured.

"Yeah, it gets cold here. Really really cold." Shizuo repeated suddenly stopping. Mikado knew it was the basement door. "How'd we get here? Classroom don't lead to the basement. Oh, I'm sleeping."

Izaya was the first to wake, pulling Mikado out of the dream. That was what he'd sensed. A dream walker. The cold energy in the bed with them was gone, meaning so had Shizuo. "Looks like we're going to the basement."

Mikado groaned groggy as he woke. "Why did we just sleep next to a ghost?"

"A dream walker." Izaya smirked getting out of bed and heading for the door. Mikado followed at a slower pace.

They found blood at the bottom of the stairs, using a flash light since the light was broken. They found an amulet with the chain cut and nail marks leading from the necklace to the edge of the room.

"Well we found out how and where Shizu-chan was killed but nothing is here."

Shizuo felt sexy. It was an awakening of sorts. Him in a stolen cheerleader uniform in wig and make up and the overly hot and sweaty football team. Pent up, frustrated and running on adrenaline. After one of guys had knocked up a cheerleader, they'd made a pact. No girls.

Shizuo bowed to the wolf whistles and the slapping of her ass cheek. They took it in turns. All equal and there was a safe word. The first time had been awkward and they'd deliberately picked the prettiest looking in the group.

Now after a few picks everyone was a lot more relaxed. "Damn." The captain whistled. "Give me some of that ass."

Shizuo grinned. "How about you get that ass in the shower. You stink."

The goal keeper wrapped his arms around him. "How about you be a good girl and let us fuck you."

Shizuo wriggled his ass against the keeper's cock. They weren't gay. It was a protection pact. After school was done, this meant nothing. So Shizuo kept his mouth closed knowing he couldn't show just how much he enjoyed being fucked by his teammates.

Mikado followed Shizuo. This time they were at a school. Shizuo was a teenager, cursing as he ran into the occult room. Izaya wrapped an arm around his chest pulling him back protectively.

Shizuo cursed and sighed seeing the football team paralysed where they kneeled and a summoning circle hastily drawn. Mikado was curious how locker room sex lead to demon summoning but watching Shizuo in that uniform had been hot.

A female demon lounged in the centre of the circle. "Please, don't kill them." Shizuo pleaded. Mikado sighed. You didn't beg a demon. He'd learnt that the hard way.

"They summoned me. They didn't use the proper protections." The demon shrugged a gleam in her eye. "All this knowledge and they couldn't get a circle right?"

"Well to be fair, they broke in and they're the football team. They just wanted a woman they could fuck without worrying about pregnancy." Shizuo said, moving towards the circle without fear. "Once was enough. They took to fucking each other for a while but no girls in a locker room was apparently a red flag and human girls can't be trusted to keep their mouth shut."

"That's…pathetic." The demon said.

"But sweet. They aren't a bad bunch." Shizuo said. "You're a succubus, they could keep you fed well. A whole team, reserves and anyone else that takes your fancy."

"And what do they get in return?" The demon asked looking over the team.

"Sex with you. That's all they want and that's all you need. Any unwanted babies, you can ditch on the other plane. Up to you. It would be a waste to kill them. They'd feed you up until graduation and probably make their own arrangements after."

"It sounds good." The demon mused. "Too good. What's the catch?"

"No catch. No strings. These guys don't work that way."

"Then why are you so calm?" The demon leaned forward. "Make a habit of dealing with demons? Wait. What's wrong with you? You don't have a soul."

"I do. Just not on this plane. This isn't my real body." Shizuo shrugged. "It's complicated."

"You're from the spirit plane." The demon decided. "Dream realm? They don't like letting them out."

"Yeah, anchored to this body." Shizuo shrugged. "I'm supposed to be learning something essential etc etc."

The demon frowned, tilting her head in thought. "Can I have your body?"

"Sure. It's fun but heavy. You'll have to push me out though."

Mikado bit back a curse as the demon did just that. She stood and stretched. "Damn that's heavy. They put a drainer on you?"

"Yep." Shizuo almost floated stretching himself with a smile. "You okay?"

"This is…what are you?"

"Dream walker." Shizuo shrugged.

"Bullshit. You don't need these kind of drains for a-" the demon pushed out of Shizuo's body and shuddered. The body dropped. "You're a sandman or a nightmare."

"Child of both actually. I hate that body so feel free to take over all you want." Shizuo sighed moving back into his body, standing to hold out a hand. "Shizuo Heiwajima."

The demon laughed. "You're dangerous, but I like you. Alright Sandy you got a deal."

"Cool. I could use a friend from my plane."

"The humans are getting to you. You don't make friends with demons."

Shizuo laughed. "Alright Angel."

"Now that's just wrong." The demon scowled. "Take it back."

"Nope." Shizuo grinned ,dodging as the demon lashed out.

"I'll have you know I'm-

"Lalala." Shizuo said fingers in his ears. "Don't need to know, Angel. Don't give me that power over you."

The demon scowled. "Fine. So unlimited sex until graduation. Sounds like a treat. You sleep with them too? Don't think I didn't miss that."

"I look great in a cheerleader uniform." Shizuo bent down to check on one of the players. "You got them good."

"You gonna wake them, Sandy?"

Shizuo snorted. "You've been in this body. Got any water?"

"No, but I do have a loooot of pheromones if you want a party?"

Shizuo went for the player's bag and took out his phone. "Just let me message their parents and we can get started, Angel."

Shizuo whistled moving the children where they needed to be and getting to work on the classroom. The new volunteers were working too, painting in another room. Everyone else stayed clear, which was good given the smell of paint and the danger of tools etc.

He'd dream walked to the past again last night, to better times when he and Angel got to fuck an entire football team for a year and a half. Most were married now, playing professionally. But the ones that weren't occasionally arranged for him and Angel to drop by.

"An orphanage? Really?" Came the demon's familiar tone. Shizuo grinned, setting his hammer down and left the room. "This place is a dump." Shizuo scooped her up in his arms and spun her around. "Sandy, where the hell is your body?"

Shizuo paused in his hug, setting her down. "Oh. Oops."

"And why are you hanging out with Psychics and more demons?"

Shizuo frowned following her gaze. "Huh. Didn't realise."

The succubus studied him. "They're trying to get rid of you."

Shizuo nodded in agreement. "I know. I don't fit there. I didn't get rid of my body though."

"Something forced you out." The demon said striding over to the volunteers. "Start talking you two."

Shizuo sighed. "They don't know-

"They were perving over your trip down memory lane last night." The succubus frowned.

Shizuo frowned too. "Why didn't they just join in?"

The demon laughed.

Mikado ignored Izaya's pointed look to his crotch. He tried not to adjust himself, seeing the succubus make herself at home, levitating so clearly on Shizuo's lap. "So you're a psychic and you're bound to a demon. Huh…I am playing nice."

"You're a succubus and Shizuo is a sandman nightmare hybrid." Mikado said. "Do you know what attacked you? We found a protection amulet and blood in the basement."

"A cold shadow?" The succubus frowned. "You got taken down by an evil spirit? What the hell did they do to your body?…No, I'm not leaving it alone Sandy! Hybrid or not, the damn plane should be worshipping your ass, not trying to get rid of you!"

"So the spirit took over your body?" Mikado asked.

"Obviously." The succubus scoffed jabbing at what they couldn't see.

"What tricks were on your body?"Mikado asked.

The succubus sighed. "Well couldn't be worse than the last one. There was a lock in function, a drainer and a suggestion to blend in as a human." The succubus turned her head. "Why are your eyes going shifty like that? What was on the upgrade?"

Mikado waited, watching as the demon in front of him went from content to enraged. "What did Shizuo say?"

"There's a memory scramble and a full power seal, as well as a stronger compulsion to be human. Shizuo was here because he thought he was a homeless human." The succubus hissed. "I'm going to kill them. I'll-

Mikado watched as the succubus turned her head but clearly not by choice. Her lips were parted and there was movement with her panties.

"So the spirit is completely sealed then."

"Yeah, guess so." The succubus murmured not looking at him at all. "Where's your room?"

"This is an orphanage." Izaya spoke for the first time. "Corrupt adults around little kids. Keep your power in check."

The succubus went from pissed to disgusted and understanding in moments. "Yeah, I get you. My bad. Hotel? You two coming?"

Shizuo tried to grin as the keeper plowed his ass. They'd won the district cup and the celebration was intense. Music, alcohol, a locked penthouse apartment, sex, costumes and a very virile succubus. The captain had brought everyone a sexy costume or lingerie. Not one guy wasn't dressed in lace.

Shizuo was in a bra and panties with suspenders. Over the top though he was dressed like the school nurse. Glasses, stethoscope, blouse and pencil skirt with a pen in the shirt pocket.

The keeper's hand groped at his nipple. Shizuo tilted his head back, moaning as he was pulled back by much larger hands. The team were good with their feet, but the keeper was a master with his hands. So big and reactive. Shizuo opened his mouth as another team mate poured alcohol down his throat, soaking his neck and shirt.

"You look thoroughly fucked." The captain noted.

Shizuo grinned. "My mouth is free."

"How many orgies did you have with these humans?"

Shizuo stilled turning his head. The other demon and psychic had joined them. "It was fun." Shizuo said pulling away from the keeper. "It kept Angel well fed."

"You shouldn't make friends with a demon." Izaya. That was the demon's name warned.

"I shouldn't offer to fuck one either, but feel free." Shizuo shrugged. "What demon are you anyway? You're not from the spirit realm or the dream plane." Shizuo stepped forward and dared to touch the demon. Fair play since the demon had touched him first.

"I'm a torturer from the gluttony line."

Shizuo bit at his lip. "That sounds both fun and hot. Feel free to torture away. Angel will-" Shizuo frowned. "Angel will-" he felt something cold slide around his throat, a sharp pull and then the dream shattered.

The succubus screamed.

The orphanage incident cleaned up quickly. The evil spirit was gone, the succubus had left in a rage. Shizuo had vanished and the orphanage had been cleansed. Izaya had tracked down Shizuo's body seeing that it had been cremated. He'd been stabbed apparently.

Izaya kept a program up and running, scanning for facial recognition. The succubus had said the model was always the same. Their dreams were empty. He and Mikado hadn't laid claim to the hybrid, hadn't had a chance to, but they missed him.

Shizuo stopped and frowned sure that he was being watched. He'd legged it to his dorm room and locked the door. He shrieked into the hand that covered his mouth and pulled him back towards the bed. Shizuo was damn sensitive and the slightest touch made him moan like a whore. He couldn't think of anything but sex.

Shizuo squirmed as a hand worked it's way under his bra and groped his breast. Female or not, he felt male inside. Shizuo moaned as a second figure touched between his thighs, licking a line along his clit. "Oh god." Shizuo panted. "Please."

"Holy shit, that's hot." A female spoke. "You make a hot chick, Sandy. Can you get him out?"

The one groping him spoke. "It'll take time. Looks like they wanted him in prostitution."

Shizuo cupped the man's hand with his own. "Oi, fuck me already. What kind of attackers are you?"

The female giggled. "You'll get lots, Sandy."

"Not bloody likely." Shizuo complained jolting as the one between his legs, bit his clit. "Ow! Damn, that's-mm." They were rough but thorough and Shizuo was soaked by the end of it. She let out a keening whine as one pushed into her pussy and the other pushed into her ass.

"Damn, that's beautiful." The female spoke sounding closer. "You feed me so well, Sandy." Shizuo moaned as the woman kissed him. His hands sought her breasts, her pussy. The guys positioned him so he could reach better.

"Come let me fuck you, Angel." The woman stilled and Shizuo didn't know what he'd done wrong. Or not. The woman kissed him again, Shizuo moaned as the three of them took him apart leaving him feeling thoroughly claimed.

Shizuo stretched and groaned, safely tucked away in a dream. His body was protected, always. There was no orgy in his dream. The time for that was over. He had his hands full with a succubus, a psychic and a torturer.

"Well they hated a hybrid." Shizuo mused. "What do you think they'll think of this?"

Three hands settled on his rounded belly. "Fuck em. They shouldn't have given you a female body." The succubus grinned.

"It is their fault. As for what's inside…I can't read anything." Mikado frowned.

"We're bound family." Izaya said. "Let them try and interfere."

Shizuo grinned and relaxed. It had taken seven years and numerous attempts on his life, to break him out of his body. The tricks had been erased and his power was brimming under the surface, along with their child growing in his belly. Not a bad end for a hybrid.

End