Torture

Fated mates existed. Unbreakable soul bonds, connected through marks no one else could see. They were there though, visible only to themselves and what they saw couldn't be recorded or voiced. All that they could do is hope a connection sprung up and the marks connected them.

Izaya Orihara wished he knew who his mate was, so he could torture them. It was fair given what they were putting him through. Much to his chagrin, his mark- his sensitive spot-was on his genitals.

It was common knowledge that the two marks were connected and touching the mark was intimate, sending feedback through. It felt like someone was licking his cock.

Thankfully the marks only appeared when they were of age. It was nice to see the universe had rules and morals. Since puberty had hit, Izaya was subject to that same feeling day in day out.

Sitting at his desk he pressed his thighs together. He found himself observing everyone, looking for anyone with a twitch or someone deliberately touching a certain part of their bodies.

"Orihara-kun, is something the matter?" A gruff voice spoke. Izaya looked up seeing the class had frozen and his teacher was standing arms folded with a steel stare.

"No, Heiwajima-sensei."

Any other time and he'd gladly mess with the teacher. But right now he wanted release and for his fated mate to stop teasing him. For the marks to work, he would've had to have met his mate. They would've had to be in touching distance. Which meant it could be anyone.

Izaya felt the need to squirm and slapped a poker face on. His gaze was keen. No one was moving, except to take notes. Izaya watched them and realised something. His teacher was silent and the sensation vanished.

As soon as his teacher started speaking again, so did the sensations. There was no movement, no habit. Izaya tilted his head back and groaned, loudly. Once again his teacher stopped. "Orihara-kun!" Izaya shivered feeling his name against his cock.

"I'm going." Izaya pushed himself up, glad that he'd taken precautions and his problem wasn't showing. He glared at his teacher or more importantly his teacher's mouth. His future was going to be full of frustration.

Shizuo was sitting with his parents and brother, when he coughed feeling like he was choking. He drank his milk sitting in a glass next to him but that didn't do anything. Shizuo excused himself to the bathroom, feeling his cock harden. A moan escaped as he felt something in his mouth. Something long, something thick. Shizuo had an idea of what it was and could do nothing.

Moving to his knees he opened his mouth wider, letting the phantom cock fuck his mouth. Shizuo groped himself, getting himself off quickly. He slumped when it was over and looked in the mirror. Tilting his head he took a closer look and sure enough there was a silver gleam on the roof of his mouth. His mating mark.

Shizuo traced it with his finger and then quickly pulled back. "Oh." He'd already met his mate. He'd been touching them each time he spoke or his tongue brushed the roof of his mouth.

Cleaning himself up Shizuo left the bathroom and went back to the table. His phone sat beside his plate and with it a message on screen from an unknown number.

Two can play this game. Keep your mouth shut or I'll do it for you.

Shizuo read it and blinked. It was his mate. He knew that unquestionably. The fact that he'd upset his mate meant he'd been annoying. Shizuo thought back to the choking. Could his mate's mark be on his cock? Was that why?

Shizuo blushed at the thought. He felt dirty knowing each time he spoke he was effectively licking his mate's cock. He was a teacher damn it. "Oh god." Shizuo groaned. What if his mate was a student? Or another teacher?"

"Shizuo, you're not eating?"

Shizuo looked at his plate, imagined the movements he'd have to make to eat. He felt sick.

I'm sorry.

Izaya read over the message and frowned. He'd felt a more cautious touch and then it had stopped. At least his mate knew what was happening now. It meant he could rest.

Just like that the torture was over.

Izaya didn't feel anything. His teacher, his mate had called in sick, so they had a substitute. But even then he didn't feel anything. It pissed Izaya off because it meant his mate hadn't spoken or eaten. He hadn't meant for that to happen.

His mate was an idiot but a considerate one. His mate was also in the hospital being fed via drip.

Izaya sighed going up to the desk and asking for the room number. "Are you family?"

"He's my mate." Izaya said.

"I'll just go and get the doctor."

Izaya sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. Moments later the doctor walked towards him.

"You are the patient's mate?"

"Yes." Izaya answered.

"Any other connections?"

Izaya grimaced. "He's my teacher."

"Ah." The doctor opened his mouth. Izaya cut him off.

"He doesn't know and I just realised. Shizu-chan's mating mark is on the roof of his mouth. Mine is-" Izaya pointed to his crotch. "You can see why he's not talking or eating."

It was nice to see the doctor blush embarrassed. "I see. That explains things. Your mate collapsed and is currently being fed intravenously. He's been nil by mouth but you'd know that. You'll need to talk to him. If need be I can report him. You are a minor."

Izaya bristled. That was the last thing he needed. "Shizu-chan has done nothing wrong. I'm of age. You know the mating marks don't appear until then. I can handle my mate."

The doctor nodded. "Then by all means. I leave him to you."

Izaya nodded and entered the room. Shizuo was awake but loaded with a drip at his bedside. "I'll keep this simple, Shizu-chan." His mate scowled at the nickname. "We're mates. We're going to stay mates and if you do anything this stupid again, I'll find a punishment to suit."

"You're my-"

"Mate." Izaya interrupted. "Yes, I already said that. Nothing else matters." Izaya moved across the room and dropped down into the chair beside the bed. "For a start you can hurry up and recover. We'll go from there." Shizuo said nothing to that. Izaya grabbed the man's hand interlocking their fingers.

End