Counterpart deceit

Shizuo was a woman. Not in appearance, but where it mattered. It was what he was happy with. No one knew his secret and he wasn't tied to his family traditions. He had a frenemy or a nuisance to fuck him to alleviate stress. He should've been happy with that.

Should've been, if not for his hormones awakening and demanding his secret womb be filled. There was also the problem that he could only get pregnant from the seed of his counterpart. His body had long been synced to Izaya Orihara, the nuisance fuck buddy of a flea.

The thought of asking Izaya for a child made him feel sick, hell the thought of confessing his secret to the flea made his stomach churn. It wasn't happening. Shizuo already knew he'd be met with mocking rejection and then their fucked up connection would stop altogether. After all Izaya put a stop to anything that benefited him.

That left him to play the same damn games Izaya played on him. Manipulation, lies and deceit. Only this time, it would end up with more than the slices of a the toothpick Izaya called a knife and blunt force trauma.

Shizuo sighed, cursing his shitty desires and even more so the damn flea for taking his firsts and cementing them as counterparts. Time to play.

Izaya hated him. Izaya fucked him and loved humiliating him. Shizuo was ninety nine percent sure Izaya was spying on him. About half a year ago, he'd been surfing the net for some toys to satisfy himself, hoping he'd go numb to Izaya's ministrations.

A week after that search, Izaya had introduced toys into their fucked up relationship. Shizuo had been stuffed and left alone in front of a camera for Izaya's amusement.

That was why he was searching the net, Izaya would see it. Shizuo asked the search engine about bare back sex. He asked it if semen was bad for the body. He researched in depth how to clean out his channel. He watched a couple of porn videos and then for the icing on the cake, he brought up a list of brothels and closest hotels, outside of Ikebukuro.

His bank balance took a bit of a hit as he booked a hotel room and sent an enquiry to the brothel. Then he sat back and waited.

Shizuo didn't have to wait a week before Izaya intruded into his apartment.

It was time. Izaya eyed Shizuo's browser history. The attempt was pathetic to say the least. His counterpart was craving motherhood. There wasn't a single thing he didn't know about the protozoan. His mother had explained what he should look out for when choosing a life mate.

There hadn't really been much choice available and Shizuo had captured his interest upon their first meeting. The way Shizuo was trying to blend in with normal humans was ridiculous. The strength alone made Shizuo different from humans and then there was the fact Shizuo was a woman. Surely the protozoan didn't think he'd miss that?

Strange though. He was sure he'd done it right and that their bodies should've synchronised. Shizuo should be at his feet begging to be bred. Izaya glanced at the room booking. Either Shizuo was trying to deceive him or run away to someone else. Neither was permitted. It was time to claim his counterpart.

Shizuo wouldn't beg. No matter how much he wanted to. His bag was packed, tucked away in the corner of his room. Izaya moved around her apartment as if it was his own. His sharp gaze scanned his room like a drone. His attention locked onto his bag.

"Going somewhere, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo gave him a half hearted shrug. "Little trip Kasuka planned," he lied. Small little lies. It was the big ones that wouldn't get past Izaya.

"That so?" Izaya murmured, leaving the bag forgotten. "Not this weekend. We have plans."

"Actually, yeah." Shizuo wasn't letting him win. Not that easily.

"Consider your little trip cancelled." Izaya took a length of blood red rope from his pocket.

Shizuo's pulse spiked at the sight. "It's already booked. Too late for a refund."

Izaya studied him. "If you take a step outside that door, you'll be with me for the next 48 hours minimum."

Long enough to get what he wanted. Shizuo took a step for his suitcase, grabbing the handle and pulling it to extend. "Another time, flea."

Izaya says nothing. He's already said his piece, made a threat. Shizuo knows exactly what will happen if he tries to leave.

Dragging his suitcase to the door, he spares a glance at his counterpart watching him steadily. Shizuo steps over the line. It's the last thing he does.

He might've been gentler if Shizuo had behaved. Izaya stripped him down, tying him to the bed. He had promises to keep. Unconscious, his counterpart was easier to deal with.

Izaya spread his legs, and there it was. His mother had explained in detail what would happen. When the female counterpart was ready, the female genitalia would make itself known.

Shizuo's body had already made the change. His cock and balls had shrivelled becoming almost non existent. They would eventually fall away, otherwise they'd have to be removed through surgery.

Izaya palmed his counterpart's new sex. Shizuo bucked in his slumber. Sensitive. Newly formed genitalia usually were. Shizuo's folds were wet with slick, his new protective lips, plump to the touch.

Izaya watched Shizuo's entrance contract, pulsing in anticipation. Slick already formed, much like pre-cum. Izaya licked his lips.

Yes. His counterpart was ready.

Shizuo woke feverish with lust.

Izaya's mouth was on her pussy, his tongue feasting between her folds. As expected, her hands were tied above her head, her legs spread at the knees around Izaya's shoulders.

She wouldn't beg.

A cry slipped from her lips, nipples pebbling. She wouldn't call his name. Wouldn't give him any indication she knew who he was to her.

Izaya would fuck her. She'd get pregnant and the cycle would continue. Shizuo bucked as he teased her centre.

"You're finally awake, Shizu-chan?"

"You're paying for the hotel." She griped.

Izaya's fingers slipped into her. Two, thrusting inside her entrance. He'd been playing for a while it would seem.

She wouldn't beg.

She wouldn't.

Shizuo fell apart in his arms. He'd had his fun whilst his counterpart slept. That was nothing compared to Shizuo awake.

Shizuo didn't cry out his name. There were no soft or fluffy moments between them. She begged for his touch, sucking in his cock and refusing to let go.

His mother had warned him it would be brutal. Izaya drove into her, hips flexing erratically, his fingers dug a bruising grip into her waist.

A word slipped from her lips, forced out as he took her over the edge.

His name.

Shizuo groaned, rolling from the bed, her feet shaky as she slid them to the floor. Standing was a problem. Her legs didn't want to work and were covered in dried flaky cum. Her genital area as a whole, throbbed and ached like it was going through a handover.

She'd been thoroughly railed, just as she'd wanted. Her hips protested any movement. Shizuo felt like she'd been moulded around Izaya's cock.

Dragging herself to the shower was a chore, cleaning herself up made her want to snap the flea in two. Her knees buckled. Strong arms caught her, infuriating her further.

"Getting clumsy, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo gnashed her teeth together. "You're still here?"

"Where did you think I would go, ne?"

Shizuo stood pressed against the wall, her hands supporting her. Izaya's arm was a bar across her chest, his other arm draped down between her legs, his fingers working her open.

"I'm sore," she complained, hissing as his finger breached her. "I said-

"I heard." Izaya dragged his thumb through her slick, catching her centre with his nail. "But you still want it, don't you? You want my cock inside you, Shizu-chan. You want me to fill your pussy with my cum. You want me locked inside you, breeding you."

Shizuo sucked in a shaky breath. She'd already begged. She'd already cried his name in the throes of passion. "Yes."

The female counterpart had a strict diet during breeding. Which was handy to know otherwise things might not have gone so well.

Shizuo was supposed to crave nothing but him. She wouldn't eat anything except for his semen. She spent most of the time on her knees suckling his cock.

She allowed his touch as long as she had access to his dick. Izaya took advantage of that, leaving her to suck him when he didn't want to play. When he did he had his tongue buried in her pussy, feasting at what was his.

It all lead to the same. His cock buried inside his counterpart, ready to breed her. Shizuo was good for him then, doing anything he ordered.

Izaya could admit he was territorial. He didn't like having others around his counterpart, and given the way she'd readily been going to a hotel and brothel…his instincts were telling him to keep her locked up and bound to him.

She'd run.

The thought made something inside him twist. Shizuo wouldn't run. Not from him. She was content sprawled across his lap. She no longer sucked his cock or pawed at him to fuck her. She'd calmed down, which meant one thing. She was pregnant.

"Are you happy now, Shizu-chan?"

Her hair was getting long, any signs of stubble were nonexistent. His counterpart opened her eyes, blinking her large caramel eyes at him and smiled.

"Yes."

"Do you want to empty your suitcase now?"

Shizuo averted her eyes, poking at his jeans. "It only has my old clothes in it. Enough to force your hand."

She wouldn't run.

"No hotel?" Izaya asked, smoothing a hand over the globe of her ass.

"That was for Mikado." Shizuo admitted. "I knew you were monitoring my computer activity."

"You tried to trick me, ne?" Izaya asked.

Shizuo nodded.

Izaya settled. His counterpart nuzzled into him, yawned and closed her eyes, content to doze on his lap.

End