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The problem with Mikado, was that his friend was curious, and that meant Shizuo going along to keep him out of trouble. Last time had been gangs. Shizuo had taken him far away from drugs and now it was sex.

Shizuo sighed rolling up his sleeve so the leather clad woman could tie a red bracelet around his wrist. Look but don't touch. Mikado had the same. At least Shizuo hoped he did, but his friend was a tricky one and the lighting was already doing his head in.

Through the doors was a large hall, areas set out like a science fair. Of course that wasn't what they were doing. Shizuo could smell the stench of sex throughout. Bdsm or the world of kink as Masaomi called it. Shizuo should never have come.

So of course as soon as he opened his mouth, Mikado was gone and once again Shizuo was left to find him. Hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as the drugs incident.

His nose couldn't tell him much, so he had to go by appearances and what he knew Mikado was into. Shizuo still found it strange that Mikado was so open about his sex life and needs. Masaomi's influence he guessed. But thanks to that he knew where to find him. Mikado was a switch with sadistic tendencies. Whatever that meant.

Shizuo sighed watching where the crowds went. With a groan he headed for the basement. It wasn't a dark and creepy basement. The place was clean and neat. Not too over the top. From the site he'd imagined leather and lots of it. It was just demonstrations.

"You look lost."

Shizuo startled not seeing the guy peel out of the dark and stand in front of him. He had a nice voice. Too bad he looked like a relative of Mikado with much darker eyes. No, they looked…red?

"No, just looking for someone."

"To do a scene with?" The guy asked.

Shizuo lifted his arm in reflex, showing the red band. "No, I'm just here to keep my friend out of trouble."

"Admirable. Do you know where he'd be?"

Shizuo didn't take his eyes from the guy who seemed to be content just staring at him. "He's a switch. Sadistic tendencies."

The guy whistled. "You're together?"

"No. He's just very open." Shizuo sighed. Too open and prone to getting in trouble.

"Hmm, any specific kinks your 'friend' is into?"

"Bondage." Shizuo grumbled.

"Ah, then he'll be up top."

"Not down here?" Shizuo frowned wondering why everything did seem darker.

"No. Down here is the more extreme stuff." The guy said watching him. "Like knife play."

Shizuo opened his mouth to respond, head snapping towards where the scream was coming from. "Damn it."

Mikado wasn't up top. He was on the knife play stage, having cut someone a little too deep. Shizuo cursed vaulting onto the stage set up and wrapping his arms around Mikado, one across his mouth and the other across his waist.

Mikado bit into his forearm and stabbed him in his side. Shizuo closed his eyes, hauling Mikado from the stage. He'd pull out the knife once they were outside.

"I see you found your friend." Mystery guy spoke.

Shizuo grunted. "Yeah. Sorry about the mess."

Mystery guy studied him and Shizuo didn't like it. "Need any help?"

Shizuo snorted feeling Mikado go limp in his grasp. "Nope." Tossing his friend over his shoulder he made his way through the place and out into the cold.

Shizuo settled Mikado on the bench outside and sat down slumped himself. Mikado's teeth had broken skin. Shizuo sighed letting blood run from the wound. Hissing out a breath he pulled the blade from his side, blowing out even breaths as it slid free and his white shirt turned quickly red.

"Sorry, Shizuo." Mikado's quiet voice floated over to him.

"I know." Shizuo sighed. "Listen, this bondage stuff you're into, I'll be your partner."

Mikado blinked staring in confusion. Shizuo didn't blame him. "You're not-

"I know. But I'm strong enough that you won't go too far. If you need to hurt anyone, you can hurt me."

Next to him Mikado sniffled and broke down. Shizuo held him until it was time to go, his blood dripping onto the bench.

Izaya Orihara. Mikado twirled the card waiting for his appointment time. His heart was racing. Everyone knew who he was. One of the best dominants in the country and likely the world. It had been Izaya's event that he'd acted out on.

"Mikado Ryugamine." A sharp woman in white called out and let him through.

Mikado wrenched his hands together, playing with the card as he went inside and bowed. Izaya sat behind the desk like a predator just watching him. Mikado swallowed and set the card down.

"I'd like-need- your help please." Mikado said, continuing when Izaya said nothing. "I'm a switch with sadistic tendencies. My um…friend has agreed to become my submissive partner but I'm concerned I'll hurt him."

"Your partner is familiar with the scene?" Izaya asked. Mikado twitched feeling like there was a blade caressing his skin.

"Um no. He's new to everything." Mikado winced. He'd end up killing Shizuo, even if he didn't mean it. He'd only ever had a submissive once before and he'd gone too far. "I want to do this right and make sure I don't hurt him. I need your guidance please."

"You partner is submissive?"

Mikado winced again. "We don't know. He doesn't react to the usual stuff."

Across the desk Izaya sighed. "I'll meet with both of you. We'll go from there. However if your partner isn't one for bdsm, you let him go and we'll find you some one suitable for your needs."

Mikado slumped with relief. "Thank you."

Shizuo wasn't too happy with the situation. He'd agreed to let Mikado hurt him, not see another dominant. Apparently this was a test to see if they could be together. Shizuo didn't see that it was anyone else's business.

The room they were in was like one of the interrogation rooms in the cop shows. There was a shiny glass panel he knew someone was standing behind. He could see the ear piece resting in Mikado's ears.

With a huff he crossed his arms, glared at the glass and turned to face Mikado. "Let's get this over with."

"You okay, Shizuo?" Mikado asked.

"Fine. It's just weird to do this when you're not drunk." Shizuo grumbled undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Stop!" Mikado snapped.

Shizuo paused and looked at his friend. "You change your mind?"

The door opened and mystery guy walked in, a skip in his step, his gaze seeing all. "That answers that question then. You're both novices. Sit down, both of you."

Shizuo sat at the sole table in the room and Mikado did the same. The mystery guy remained standing. "My name is Izaya Orihara, I'm an exclusive top and a dominant."

"Mikado Ryugamine, I'm a switch with sadistic tendencies."

Shizuo frowned as they both looked at him. "Shizuo Heiwajima, I'm with him."

"That's not how this works, Shizu-chan." Izaya said. Shizuo bristled at the nickname. "You've agreed to be part of a world bound by rules and trust. Bdsm is more than sleeping with someone and letting them hurt you. Do you have a safe word?"

Shizuo frowned. "Salt."

"That's a start." Izaya nodded and Shizuo felt a warmth bloom inside his chest. "You've agreed to be a submissive. First of all we need to check if that's your true designation."

"Why?" Shizuo asked.

"As a submissive you would essentially be property to your dominant. You would trust everything to your dominant. If you're not a submissive, you won't submit and you'll destroy your friendship or what relationship you have." Izaya said pausing for that to sink in. "So this is what I'll do. For the time being there will be separate sessions. Once I'm happy with your progress, I'll do joint sessions."

Mikado scowled and Shizuo knew he was going to act out. "Why?"

"For balance." Izaya explained. "Say Shizu-chan is a submissive. By seeing you be dominated it ruins his perception of you. There will always be three people in your relationship. A dominant needs to be absolute."

Shizuo had a feeling he'd gone down a rabbit hole.

A day later Shizuo was sitting in Izaya's living room. A comfy sofa, dressed for comfort except for the pads connected to his chest. Izaya wasn't in the room, just a medium size television.

Shizuo watched as the screen came on. He frowned as a massage video came on. Quickly it changed, flicking through various acts. As the video went on, the video got darker and Shizuo found his cock hardening. Then the video stopped. Shizuo waited for his heart to slow. Moments later Izaya walked into the room.

"You're a perfect match for Mikado-kun."

Shizuo didn't understand. "What does that mean?"

"It means if you start down the bdsm path, that's it for life. If we're being crude you're a full-time slave. You're the type to devote everything to your dominant."

Shizuo frowned. "I do that anyway."

"Then it won't be a problem."

Shizuo was tired by the time he'd gone over the rules and limits. There was a lot. He agreed for Izaya to train him as a submissive, he agreed to hand everything to the dominant until Mikado was ready to take over. He agreed that there would be no personal feelings and that their contract would end should Shizuo show signs of obsession or falling in love.

So until further notice Shizuo signed to be Izaya's property and so their sessions began.

Mikado listened agitated as he agreed to become Izaya's student and temporary submissive. He'd gone through the tests and as expected he was into the darker stuff that would almost certainly end with Shizuo in the hospital. Reluctantly he handed everything over to Izaya and so their sessions began.

Izaya didn't separate them though. He gave them the keys to one of his scene houses. It was just the two of them and a whole set up around the house. Shizuo watched as Mikado explored the place curious. Shizuo followed knowing this was what he'd agreed to. There was only one bedroom and one bed. The rest of the rooms were locked with a number on each door. They had access to the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom.

"Thanks for this Shizuo." Mikado murmured.

"It's fine." Shizuo shrugged. His gaze went to the harness on the wall. A blush touched his cheeks.

Mikado smiled at him. "Masaomi is going to be so jealous."

Shizuo didn't respond.

"Kneel." Izaya's command washed over him. Shizuo looked at the cushion at the Dom's feet. Slowly he kneeled down. "Good boy." Shizuo stayed still, that warm feeling again.

He had questions, wanted to know expectations but his dominant hadn't given him permission to do anything but kneel. So he stayed where he was. He kept his head down and waited for the next order.

"Has Mikado-kun given you orders before?" Izaya asked.

"No."

"You're very obedient." Izaya mused. "Why?"

"You told me to hand everything over." Shizuo answered honestly.

"You're a natural." Shizuo's chest warmed. "And you have a praise kink."

"Kneel." Izaya commanded. Mikado's gaze flicked to the cushion at the man's feet.

"Why?" He asked feeling agitated. His fingers curled and his teeth nipped at his inner cheek.

"Because I told you to." Izaya said simply. "Kneel." The Dom said voice harsh.

Mikado sighed but did as was required. "For how long?" He asked.

"Until I say otherwise." Izaya said. "You're disobedient. Remember Mikado-kun, you asked for my help."

Mikado clenched his fists feeling humiliated, his teeth ground together, his eyes closed waiting at another's feet.

Shizuo cried out as a hand slid in his hair and yanked hard. "Mikado." They weren't supposed to ask about each other's sessions, so he didn't. Instead he fell back easily against the smaller man, closing his eyes as Mikado's teeth latched onto his throat.

Shizuo groaned as he was slammed over the kitchen isle and his jeans yanked down. His underwear went next. Mikado used spit to lube him, thrusting inside with a hand to the back of his neck. Shizuo closed his eyes resting his head against the cool surface as Mikado took what he wanted. It wasn't enough though. Mikado's hand locked around his cock and squeezed. He let himself be pushed to the floor, a sigh left his lips as Mikado grabbed the saucepan and threw the boiling water over his hand. Potatoes went flying and with a clatter Mikado stormed off.

Shizuo sighed jerking himself off and then heading for the shower. He paused to turn the rest of their cooking meal off.

"Strip." Izaya ordered. Shizuo started unbuttoning his shirt but it was a little hard given his self bandaged hand. "Stop. What happened?"

"Spilt water." Shizuo answered.

"During sex?" Izaya asked.

"Yes."

"Who took care of the injury?"

Shizuo frowned. "I did."

"Sit." Shizuo moves to the sofa and takes a seat. He waits patiently as Izaya joins him with a first aid kit. His eyes close as the bandages are unraveled and he hears Izaya make a noise of disappointment. Shizuo doesn't like it. "Mikado-kun was supposed to deal with this. This isn't bdsm. It's abuse."

"I can handle it." Shizuo said. "Mikado just needs to learn."

"I'm the one that decides that." Izaya said.

Shizuo said nothing letting Izaya treat his hand and bandage it fresh. There had been blisters which he'd burst.

"Think you can strip now?"

Shizuo nodded.

"You're not going to ask why?"

"Because you said to." Shizuo answered.

Izaya rested a hand on his shoulder. "Good boy."

Shizuo smiled enjoying the warmth and took his shirt off. Izaya made him sit naked for an hour and then rewarded him with a box from the bakery.

Mikado was antsy. He'd hurt Shizuo and Izaya knew that. He could feel the Dom's disapproval like a blade at his throat. "For this session I would've had you undress and sit naked. I'm not going to, do you know why, Mikado-kun?"

Mikado swallowed clenching his fists as he owned up to his guilt. "You saw Shizuo's hand."

"I did. As well as the footage. You were right to ask for help. What you do right now isn't bdsm, not even the rough stuff. What you did was abuse." Izaya chided. "Bdsm is about trust, equal enjoyment and aftercare. What you did was a childish tantrum. If you don't want to submit to me, to learn then don't. But you'll be separated from Shizu-chan and black listed. Think about that."

"No session today then?" Mikado asked quietly. "No punishment?"

Izaya eyed him with thinly veiled disdain. "Until I'm sure you won't lash out, you can go back to your apartment. I'll continue lessons with Shizu-chan and when you've grown up, you can continue yours."

Mikado walked out, slamming the door.

"How is it?" Izaya asked. Shizuo flushed his cock twitching beneath the tortoise shell of the ropes. "Not too tight?"

"Feels good." Shizuo breathed. His dom had used silk ropes. They glided across his skin. "Not tight."

"Good boy." Izaya praised and Shizuo bit back a moan as the last of the rope was knotted. "Stay like that."

So he did. Kneeling bound at Izaya's feet.

Izaya tapped his nails on his desk, looking at Mikado. It had only been a couple of days before the sadistic switch had come crawling back. A shame really. Shizuo was turning out to be quite the treat and more than what he would've dreamed, seeing him at the event.

Shizuo was beautifully submissive. A big guy that broke the mould. Shizuo was a teddy bear. Harmless and obedient. A true natural at submitting, although the man did have a hesitancy in letting go.

Izaya wasn't sure whether or not to cut Mikado off. But then he'd lose Shizuo too and Mikado would provide fun, should he submit the second time around. "You're back." Izaya said with a poker face and a closed off voice.

"Please. A second chance, I'm ready now."

"We'll see."

Shizuo twitched as the feather tickled his belly. His wrists were tied with silk rope above his head and around the bed frame. He was naked and unable to do anything but twitch as Izaya dragged the feather over his body. It was softer than what he'd felt before, nothing like he'd ever experienced and his body was feeling things he'd never felt before. Shizuo felt panic rise and confusion drove him to spit out his safe word. "Salt!"

Izaya immediately stopped and waited for him to control himself. "What's wrong, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo closed his eyes feeling Izaya untie the rope around his wrists, he felt Izaya's fingers check he wasn't injured. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Izaya said. "But you need to tell me why."

Shizuo nodded dragging his hands over his face. "It's all new." He waited for Izaya's reaction, to see if the man would laugh at him for being stupid.

"It's a new world you're walking in. It's natural to be confused and wary." Izaya paused and tilted his head slightly. "But that's not why, is it? It's the gentleness and the care."

Shizuo nodded and he thought for a moment that something flashed across the Dom's face. "Okay. I see where I'm going wrong." Izaya murmured loud enough for him to hear. "Alright, Shizu-chan. We're going on a date."

Mikado flinched as the cuffs bit into him. They were padded but still hurt wrenched up his back. He was bound and kneeling with a cock ring sitting in the room with the television. It was an immediate level up from where they'd started. "Am I being punished?"

"I didn't give you permission to talk, Mikado-kun."

"Did you do this to Shizuo as well?" Mikado asked. Izaya strapped a ball gag across his mouth.

Shizuo felt awkward. He could feel eyes on him and his suit itched as he squirmed in his seat. It felt like he was being punished. "You would've been fine if we'd started with the darker side."

"It's what I'm used to." Shizuo grumbled. "What I like."

Izaya stared at him, forcing him to look away. "Tell me one of your fantasies."

Shizuo opened his mouth but his dom held up a hand.

"One of your softer ones. One you know you'll never fulfil with Mikado."

Shizuo sighed, he almost wanted to spit out his safe word. But Izaya wasn't pushing him, it was a simple question. Still, it was weird. Nothing like what he'd done and seen so far.

"Hah." Shizuo sighed, forcing himself to meet Izaya's inquisitive gaze. "A wedding dress."

Izaya didn't so much as blink. Maybe it wasn't as weird as he'd thought. "Why? The feel of it? Style?"

Shizuo slumped in his seat. "I guess. It's more what it represents. The commitment and possessiveness." He shrugged feeling more relaxed seeing as Izaya wasn't taking the piss or looking disgusted. "It's stupid. I'm not even sure it counts as a kink or a sexual-

Izaya's fingers pressed over his lips. "Another self depreciating comment will earn you a spanking."

Shizuo's face flamed.

Izaya was both surprised and a little curious that Shizuo wanted to meet in a public setting. As arranged Shizuo was sitting in the corner of the restaurant already eating. Next to him was a stranger with dreadlocks and a mean look, the sort of debt collectors wore.

"Shizu-chan, you didn't mention we'd have company." Izaya said, letting a little warning accusation into his tone. Nothing of serious consequences, but Shizuo should know to expect a few spankings.

"Izaya, this is my friend Tom Tanaka, Tom, this is Izaya Orihara."

"Shizuo says you're helping him." Tom said, bypassing politeness. The man clearly had a chip on his shoulder and Izaya was guessing it was called Mikado.

"That's right." Izaya answered giving nothing away. Unless Shizuo said otherwise, he wasn't saying a thing. In fact Shizuo wasn't saying anything. He was sitting there head bowed, cheeks flushed and fists clenched. He looked humiliated and Izaya knew that wasn't one of his kinks.

"Exactly how are you helping him?"

Shizuo shot up from the table eyes wide and horrified. "B-bathroom." Neither of them commented that he'd legged it out of the door.

Tom glared at him, taking a sip of his drink. Alcohol by the dark colour and strong smell. "Like I said, how are you helping him? Are you separating him from that abusive psychopath?"

Izaya took a moment to sip at his own drink. Non alcoholic. That was interesting. Shizuo was friends with both Mikado and Tom, but the two were as different as day and night. "You don't agree with his arrangement with Mikado-kun?"

"It's not what he needs."

"You're saying Shizu-chan isn't a submissive?" Izaya questioned.

Tom laughed silently, shoulders shaking, alcohol swishing in the glass. "I wasn't talking about that. Mikado will give him pain and abuse. Do you know about the wedding dress?"

Izaya gave him a small nod. "I do."

"You know Shizuo prefers women's underwear?"

"I figured with the wedding dress."

"And the breeding kink?"

Izaya inhaled swallowing his breath. He set the glass down, covering his mouth as he coughed. "What?" He asked with a wince, the tickle in his throat an annoyance. He coughed again, taking slower breaths and then easing his throat with his small sips.

"Shizuo has a breeding kink." Tom repeated. "Whilst physically he can handle the darker stuff, Shizuo is a romantic at heart. He told me about your test. You didn't have most of what he's into."

Apparently not. Izaya kept the thought to himself. "Why didn't you step in?" He asked half accusing, half intrigued.

Tom snorted. "You've met the guy, right? Shizuo has abandonment issues, he struggles to make relationships, but those he does…they're near unbreakable. We were apart for a year. That's all it took. One year for that guy to pop up." Tom shook his head and tossed back his drink.

"Look, I get you probably won't be able to separate those two. It would be pointless to try." Tom sighed. "Just if you can show him a healthy relationship, where he can at least try out his kinks. We both know he won't get any of that from Mikado."

The waitress came over with a takeaway box. Tom took it and stood. "I should go apologise for humiliating him like that. It was nice meeting you Izaya Orihara."

"Likewise." Izaya murmured but Tom was already gone, leaving him with plenty to think about.

The last person Shizuo wanted to see was Izaya Orihara. Tom had apologised and given him cake. But he still don't know what the two of them had discussed. He should've stayed but it had been too much.

"Shizu-chan, I can hear you pacing!"

Shizuo stilled and slumped resigned. He pushed open the door seeing Izaya jumping on top of a suitcase. "You're going somewhere?" He asked in a hurried gasp.

"We are going somewhere." Izaya grinned, splashing down onto the suitcase and grappling with the zip.

Shizuo frowned. "But I have work!"

"You're due a holiday. I spoke with Tom-san." Izaya shrugged. "Don't worry about packing either. Come on Shizu-chan, we're already behind schedule."

Shizuo followed behind bewildered. Izaya whistled, dragging the case out behind him and down the hall. It looked like they were going on holiday.

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