The exception

Izaya was woken with a kiss. It took a while given the harsh previous awakenings. Still it didn't matter. Someone had violated him and they would die for it. Izaya opened his eyes, letting his essence settle. The haze faded and then he could see his new victim.

He wasn't expecting a teenager. An innocent, judging by his big eyes and bad dye job. The boy was in his school uniform. The club had sent him to kill children now? The teenager was frowning at him, pulling back with a sigh.

"I can't do this." The teen grumbled. "Why did I think I could?"

Izaya watched as the teenager-clearly upset- tore down posters from the walls, along with anything that he guessed would be seen as childish. Izaya went flying as the bed covers were yanked away.

"Shit!" The teen scrambled over and picked him up bridal style. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

Izaya was being resettled when there was a knock at the door. He couldn't move just yet. But he could hear a raised voice, someone demanding rent and the teen's excuses.

The door slammed shut and then he was seeing the back of the teenager slumped on the end of the bed. "I should've kept my mouth shut."

Izaya heard the loud key tones of a message being typed and a ringtone. Then the teenager went back to removing everything.

The teenager had a guest. The knock didn't sound as hard. The teen didn't seem so panicked. "You're clearing up? Good decision."

Another teenager sat on the bed. Also with a blonde dye job. "So what's the problem? I brought some stuff for you. Help make the room a bit more 'adult'."

"I can't do this. The landlord keeps demanding rent and I..."

"Shizuo, you don't have a choice. Well you did. You turned down a marriage proposal from a well known family. You told them you were gay."

The teenager-Shizuo- slumped, head in his hands. "I thought if I was honest..."

The other teen snorted. "You dishonoured both their family and yours. It's no wonder you've been disowned. Unfortunately that family has a powerful influence. Your grades mean nothing. You either leave the district and hope for best or find a job under their radar."

"I don't have any money. I spent what I had on the first rent payment."

"Then you don't have a choice. Raise the money and then get out." The teenager turned and looked at him. "What the hell is that?"

"A doll." Shizuo grumbled.

The teen got closer, shuddered as they made contact. "Damn that's creepy. Realistic though. Probably worth some money. Why don't you sell it?"

Shizuo looked at him and then away. "I can't. It's not mine."

The other teen's head whipped around. "You stole it?"

"I was angry. I smashed up the room they put me in. The doll fell from one of the display cases. I didn't touch the jewellery or anything else. Just the doll."

"For fuck sake. Why?"

Shizuo shrugged shrinking under the other teen's raised voice. "I guess because it was locked up too. I need help, Masaomi."

"Yeah I get that. But by stealing this thing it looks like your death wish will be granted."

"Masaomi, I need help with kissing." Shizuo's posture was defeated.

"No, you don't. Look Shizuo, this far down there aren't clients that want kisses and romance. They want a warm body and a hole to fuck. You're a virgin, so your first client will be an auction, that way you'll be paid high. There are specific types that like breaking virgins in. After that you'll be on the roster just like everyone else. Practice with a mirror or the damn doll, if you feel the need to. But just remember. This room is yours. If you let anyone in, that counts as consent."

Shizuo was terrified.

"There's a camera on the door, so you can see who is outside the door. You'll have a client with your client's picture and confirmation of payment into your account. You'll be tested weekly, condoms and lubricant will be supplied." Masaomi sighed. "You would've been better off just agreeing to marry the frigid bitch. You shouldn't have crossed the Oriharas. Clients only in the room, Shizuo. You might be a friend but there are a lot more desperate for the job."

The door shut and Shizuo sat on the bed and cried.

Shizuo kissed him again, this time lifting him and lightly licking at his lips. "That was wrong." The teen grumbled pulling away again. Shizuo was reading from a webpage on the tablet. "Press lightly together. Didn't feel magical." The teen scowled picking up his second reference material. It was a romance book. "Fireworks and lightning sparks. Didn't feel that. Maybe because it's a doll."

The teenager left his vision, left the room by the sounds of it. But it was only for the bathroom and apparently where the food was stored. Izaya watched as Shizuo sat on the bed eating noodles.

Izaya got a tour around the apartment. One room and a bathroom. Shizuo settled him down on the stool and slowly undressed him, wiping his body with a slightly damp cloth.

Izaya watched as the teenager stripped out of his uniform likely for the last time. He was lithe, had done a sport of some kind, but the teen's body was covered in bruises, likely from the family he'd crossed.

Shizuo looked pained as he climbed into the tub. Izaya watched him sink into the hot water and close his eyes. The teen was on a death sentence and was about to go through hell.

It looked like the teen stayed in the water until it went cold. Shizuo climbed from the bath, wrapping a towel around himself and lifting him up to carry back to the bed. The teen dried himself, getting dressed in briefs and then carefully dried him, righting his clothes.

Shizuo climbed into bed and Izaya found himself placed under the covers as well. The teen held him like a teddy bear, obviously needing comfort. This one was strange.

"Sorry about this." The teen muttered for the hundredth time and then kissed him. It was still the same. A light press of the lips and Shizuo's frustration he hadn't done it right. The bruises had faded and by the constant check of the tablet, it looked like the auction was in progress. "15598 yen. Is that good? It's going up." The teenager muttered setting the tablet to one side.

The bruises might have faded but Shizuo had a habit of biting his nails and chewing the skin from his lips. The teen was worried. He should be. The higher the price, the richer and more than often crueller the client.

Shizuo glanced at him and sighed. "I could give it to you, virginity is supposed to be special."

Izaya found his gaze shifting, the feel of the teen taking off his clothes. Shizuo was stripping as well. "Easiest way is on my back."

Izaya stared at the ceiling, listening as the teen fumbled around getting supplies. Shizuo touched him then, curling his hand around his cock, permanently rigid for his awakening. "Has to be slick." Shizuo mumbled adding too much.

The teen was trembling as Izaya looked down at him, positioned between Shizuo's legs. It was a blind fumble to find the teen's hole. Shizuo pulled at him forcing him inside.

"Shit, that hurts." Shizuo cursed stopping and starting. Eventually he was all the way inside, flopped down over the teen. He heard Shizuo cry again, sniffling as he adjusted to the pain. Clearly his book didn't mention foreplay. "Didn't do it right." The teen mumbled. Izaya heard the rustling of pages. "…thrust in and out of his slick prepared hole." Silence. "I was supposed to put lube inside me?"

"…moved past the burn-there was that-feeling good, pistoning into his sweet spot." Another pause. "What's that?"

It was probably the most long and awkward awakening he'd ever had. Shizuo eventually put the book down and lifted him back up. "So now thrust."

The teen grimaced as he slowly pulled Izaya back and then pushed in. It was slow and clearly a lot of pain for Shizuo, after all the teen's cock was completely flaccid. But by pure accident Shizuo shifted and cried out. "Oh. Stars. What was that?" The teen had found his prostate.

Shizuo moved him into the same spot, the teen's cock finally becoming hard. Shizuo moved him faster and harder into that spot, the pain not seeming to matter any more. Shizuo stilled pinning him upright between his thighs, panting as both hands went to his cock, desperately stroking himself. The teen cried out spilling over his hands and Izaya awakened fully, his essence filling his should've been next victim.

Shizuo went lax for the moment panting, eyes closed. When his breath calmed, the teen stared at him. "Sorry for using you like that." He murmured disconnecting them. Izaya was taken to the bathroom and gently cleaned up. The teen was bleeding but ignored it. "But thank you for making my first experience... good."

Shizuo kissed him again after another dinner of more noodles. The only difference was Izaya kissed him back and Shizuo slid his tongue into his mouth not yet realising the change. Izaya brought his own tongue into play, feeling Shizuo's warmth.

"What the-" Shizuo stared at him, shock on his face. "You kissed me."

"You kissed me first, Shizu-chan." Izaya spoke for the first time this awakening.

Shizuo's mouth dropped. "You're real. You talk. Oh god, I used you. I r-"

"No." Izaya interrupted. He'd known worse, he'd killed them all. "You're an innocent. You had my consent."

"Are you sure? I didn't want to hurt you or anything, I just..."

"Shizu-chan, I have been aware of everything since you first kissed me. Your essence gave me the final push in awakening." Izaya explained. "Kiss me again."

Shizuo did so, without hesitation. Izaya felt himself able to move with each added moment of contact. "On the bed. I'm going to show you what real sex is."

"Did you want a condom? We didn't use one."

"No." Izaya pushed himself over the teen and kissed him. Shizuo melted for him, reaching for him but pulling away. Izaya undressed them both, kissing his way down Shizuo's torso. The teen squirmed, cock already dripping by the time he reached it with his mouth.

"Oh! That's dirty." Shizuo moaned. "Feels strange. This wasn't in the book."

Izaya unscrewed the lubricant, slathering his fingers and finding Shizuo's swollen rim. He hadn't torn but it was a close thing. Shizuo's words turned to gibberish as Izaya teased the rim and thrust his fingers inside, finding the right angle to make the teen see stars.

Shizuo cried out and Izaya swallowed the load. He pulled away seeing that was enough for the teen. He'd overloaded him with pleasure. He still got off the bed and in search of a wash cloth. "…your name?" Shizuo murmured. "Never asked your name."

"Izaya." He responded. "Izaya Orihara."

"Izaya." The teen echoed and closed his eyes.

Whilst Shizuo slept, Izaya walked around the apartment. He had no need for food or sleep. Shizuo's auction had settled. 7790150 yen. It was someone rich. It would be someone that had been sent by his family to humiliate Shizuo before they took him away or killed him. The teen would never leave the district.

"My descendants grow more foolish with each generation." Izaya told the sleeping teen. "I kill those that awaken me, but I'll make an exception for you. I may keep you as mine instead."

Shizuo woke from his dream, looking over at the doll. Such a nice dream. If only...Shizuo blushed at the thought of such a kiss, his imagination had finally shown him what the romance book was about. Still, it was a ritual to kiss the doll, so he did so with his usual apology.

He washed them both, setting Izaya back on the bed, whilst he dressed in a plain white shirt and black slacks. He'd already tossed his school uniform in the bin. At nineteen he wasn't exactly a teenager any more. He'd been held back a year and then come out of the closet. Such a stupid thing to do.

And now he was going to be a prostitute. His virginity had been promised to the highest bidder. It was enough to leave the district, maybe even out of the country if he could get a passport.

Shizuo sat on the bed tablet in his hand. The man who'd won him looked clean, handsome and rich. His eyes were cold though and Shizuo felt like the man would hurt him, maybe even try to kill him. But running would be worse.

So he waited for the doorbell to ring. Shizuo answered and let the man in. He already had everything set up. He moved to the bed frowning at the absence of the doll.

The man backhanded him, splitting his lip and wrestling him onto the bed. Shizuo cried out as his arms were wrenched behind his back, rope biting into his wrists as it was pulled too tight.

Shizuo cried out for help this time but Masaomi's warning was clear in his head. Letting the man in had been consent. Shizuo screamed as an electric shock went through his body and he shook before going limp. His last memory was of his pants being torn down and a scream.

Shizuo was slow to wake. His eyes were hard to open and his body wouldn't move. He was still. A scream tore from his mouth seeing the floor beside the bed covered in blood and the man's dead body laying face down with a knife in his back.

The doll was on the bed, a hand resting on Shizuo's head. "Izaya?" His voice was low and weak. He was being stupid, of course it wasn't the doll. He'd done it. Him and his stupid temper. He'd finally gone too far and killed someone.

The doorbell rang and then the key was turning in the lock. "Shizuo, you alright? How was your- what the fuck?"

"Masaomi." Shizuo croaked.

Masaomi whipped his phone out snapping pics of the scene. "I need to call the police. You couldn't have done this Shizuo. Right?"

"Tasered."

"Right, so you left the door open and someone killed this guy whilst he was tasering you."

The police came quickly. They went around the scene and came to the conclusion Masaomi had. He had been unconscious and tied too tightly to do anything. His hands were swollen from blood flow and the paramedic confirmed the findings. He was clear. The blood stained carpet and corpse were taken away as evidence, leaving Shizuo sitting alone.

Masaomi came back with a grim expression. "Landlord is kicking you out and you're off the list. Dead bodies are bad for business."

Shizuo scrubbed himself clean, got dressed and took the money Masaomi had left for him. He gathered the doll in his arms and left.

Shizuo bounced from hotel to hotel, paying with cash and no questions asked. He got the same look each time. "At this rate it would be safer to join the circus." Shizuo grumbled setting Izaya down. It had been a week since the murder and he'd been kicked out.

Shizuo locked the door, stripped down and kissed the doll. "Sorry, I need it." He stripped Izaya's pants down grasping for the doll's cock as it popped up. Shizuo slotted his mouth over the thickness, taking it as deep as it would go. He used his fingers to reach behind him and finger his own hole. He'd scrapped one romance book, for something a little darker. Something that gave him mind blowing dreams that left him panting.

When he was ready he straddled the doll's lap, crying out as he sank down. Shizuo kissed him, thoughts of blindfolds, ropes and chains flashing through his mind. He wanted to be possessed. To be owned and in his dreams, that was Izaya. In his dreams, Izaya was every part dark shadow with a voice like sin. He held a resemblance to the Orihara's but without the stench of corruptness and cruelty. More importantly, the Izaya in his dreams wanted him.

Shizuo trembled as he rubbed his ass against the doll's balls. Rolling his hips, he lifted himself and dropped again, riding Izaya's cock. His eyes were closed, palms resting on the doll's flat torso. It was quick and desperate. Shizuo was aware of just how needy he was becoming. His first experience had been a sexual awakening of some kind.

Pulling himself from the doll, Shizuo cleaned them both up and dressed them both. Taking the other side of the bed he unpacked the tablet and looked for the next stop of their journey.

The teen was sleeping when the door opened, unlocked. Izaya was waiting, one of numerous blades finding their mark. Two this time, black suits and silencers. Izaya shot them with their own guns throwing their bodies back out into the hallway. He tossed their guns down, checked there was no blood leading to their door and locked it again.

Shizuo remained sleeping, blissfully unaware. That would change in the morning, or as soon as the screaming started.

Izaya moved back to the bed and lightly touched the teen's cheek. Shizuo turned his head taking Izaya's thumb in his mouth and sucking. For someone that hadn't known anything about sex, Shizuo was turning out to be someone that needed it. "Open up, Shizu-chan."

The teen obeyed and Izaya replaced his thumb with his fingers. "Suck them like a good boy." Again his order was obeyed, Shizuo opening his eyes and doing as he was told. Izaya pulled off the teen's briefs taking his fingers back and rubbing against Shizuo's greedy rim. The bud pulsed against his fingers and Shizuo moaned as he eased a finger inside. "On your knees."

Shizuo complied without a word. Izaya stretched the teen with his fingers. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen." The teen moaned.

"You had a school uniform." Izaya scissored his fingers and thrust them at an angle.

"Got held back a year." Shizuo rocked back on his fingers. "Please, Izaya. Need it."

Izaya pulled his fingers free and sheathed his cock. "Since you begged so nicely." The teen writhed against him, moaning his name. Izaya took him hard and left Shizuo boneless against the pillows. By the time he'd pulled out and cleaned them up, the teen was asleep again.

Shizuo woke to the sounds of screaming. As always he woke with his arms around the doll. Pulling on the hotel dressing gown he unlocked the door and ran a hand through his hair. His stomach churned seeing the two very dead men against the hallway opposite. Shizuo stared stomach churning, he doubled over and threw up. Someone rubbed his back and there was a muttering of 'poor kid'.

Shizuo went through the police thing again and left the hotel before they realised he'd now been present at another murder. "Circus is sounding pretty good right now." He muttered carrying nothing but the doll and the money.

The next hotel was all booked up and so was the next one. It left Shizuo sitting on a park bench wondering where he would sleep. He watched children play in the park, he watched people walk by and he watched cars drive by. Shizuo had an idea.

The dealership needed ID and a valid driver's license. Shizuo had neither. What he did have was a second hand RV and a homeless guy with a driver's license, willing to take cash.

Shizuo settled the doll on the bed, set the money case under his new pillow and crashed hard. They could keep on the move and take in the sights.

Izaya ran his fingers through the teen's hair. Shizuo was exhausted and wouldn't wake for hours. He felt the RV slow and stop. The door opened and the homeless man Shizuo had trusted snuck in. It was a 50/50 chance if the man wanted Shizuo or the money. He wouldn't be having either. The moment the homeless man reached out, Izaya was there with a knife at the man's throat.

"I don't think so. Stay in the driver's seat. You'll teach Shizu-chan how to drive, how to get his license and then you're going to take your money and go. If you touch either I will very much enjoy killing you." Izaya drew the flat side of the blade across the man's throat. He almost screamed if not for Izaya's hand across his mouth. "Go back to your seat."

The man went, closing the door. The driver and passenger seat was blacked out so they had their own privacy. Izaya sighed climbing onto the bed, his hands lightly around Shizuo's neck. The teen continued to sleep, oblivious.

He'd need to do something about that. But for now, he'd let the teen sleep.

Shizuo smothered a yawn. He kissed the doll, sliding a hand inside his briefs and Izaya's, taking out their cocks to jerk off together. He found his hand smoothing over the smoothness of the doll's ass. His finger trailed along the crease finding a plug, barely there, with a roughness around it.

"You've been hurt." Shizuo murmured. "Just what did I steal you from?" Shizuo's fingers hooked into the plug and pulled it free, tossing it from the bed. He left the doll's ass alone, kissing the doll again. "I need you to fuck me. I'm sorry, I-"

Shizuo startled as the door rattled. Stuffing his cock back in his briefs he tossed the covers over Izaya just as the door opened. "I'm teaching you how to drive."

Shizuo blinked. "But I don't have ID, I don't have a licence."

"You will."

Shizuo smiled. "Thank you."

Shizuo had a fake ID. He had a high sex drive. But he wasn't going to use the doll. He'd take care of it, make sure he didn't miss use it. Izaya was the only constant in his life. Shizuo had no attraction to the homeless man and once he could drive, the man had gone.

Within a month he'd gotten the license he needed, a safe and a car alarm. The money stayed in the safe, the key around his neck. Shizuo parked the RV in the parking lot and made sure he had his ID. He settled the doll in his bed, neatly tucked in and kissed it like usual.

Shizuo locked up, set the alarm and went into the club. He ordered a drink and within moments had a man on his arm. Shizuo said nothing, leading the guy to the RV and unlocking inside.

"You live in an RV?" The nameless man asked. Shizuo didn't want to know his name. Locking the door he led the man to his bed. "Not what I expected."

"No?" Shizuo murmured pulling the man to him. The man smelt like cigarettes, making his nose crinkle. Didn't seem like kissing was a good idea either.

"You legal? You don't look it." Shizuo noticed the man's cock jump at the question.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I think you should bend that pretty ass over for me." The man flicked open his wallet and pulled out a condom. Shizuo frowned. It would be a new experience for him. He'd always gone bare with Izaya.

Shizuo crawled onto the bed, frowning at the flat of the covers. He reached out to feel for where the doll was, yelping as the engine roared and the RV peeled out of the parking lot, throwing him and his companion to the side. Shizuo rolled onto the bed towards the side of the RV. His companion wasn't so lucky and was thrown to the floor.

Shizuo cried out clutching the bed frame as the RV swerved making him roll across the bed and then back the other side. His companion was screaming pin balling between the solid bed frame and the mini kitchen unit. The guy was trying to stand and head for the door, away from him. Shizuo stayed where he was. Someone had broken into his RV, stolen the doll and now he was at their mercy.

Izaya turned the wheel, spinning the RV around, checking the small camera feed in back. Shizuo was safe on the bed and the unknown tag along was getting battered nicely. The intruder stopped moving, finally passing out. Shizuo slowly got off the bed and went to check on him.

The man woke screaming and pushed Shizuo over, scrambling to get out. Shizuo closed the door, going back to the bed and pulling back the covers to search for him.

Izaya watched as the teen unlocked the safe, checking the money was still there before locking back up. Izaya moved over to the passenger seat as there was a loud crack and the panel blocking the seats was ripped open.

"What?" Shizuo grumbled lifting him from the seat. "Looks like they ran." The teen eased him through to the back and stared at the panel. "I'll fix it in the morning."

Shizuo flopped on the bed with him and sighed. "Fuck. Keys are in the ignition." He was left on the bed, whilst Shizuo made sure no one could hijack the RV.

Shizuo stripped down and vanished inside the portable shower next to the bed. He listened as the teen moaned, doing a lot more than washing. Izaya could see Shizuo's silhouette through the cheap material, one hand working his cock, the other his ass.

Shizuo had crossed a line tonight. Izaya took out a syringe, one of many. If it was used to kill someone, then he had it in spades. Pushing from the bed, Izaya stepped into the shower and depressed the plunger into the teen's neck.

Shizuo was tied to a chair. He was naked and blindfolded, with a gag in his mouth. His legs were spread leaving him helpless and for the taking.

The hands on him though were familiar. Shizuo was dreaming again. "You shouldn't have tried to cheat on me, Shizu-chan." Izaya whispered.

Shizuo's cock jolted. A bell rang. Izaya's fingers traced over his cock and a hand roughly squeezed his balls. Shizuo loved it. The bell rang again.

Izaya played with him, slowly taking him apart and moving on when the bell jingled. It was a dream of delicious torture and felt more like a reward than a punishment. When he finally came, the orgasm blew his mind.

Shizuo sighed, replacing the panel and any damage he'd done. He'd driven away as soon as he'd woken up. He'd put the doll in the passenger seat. Morning traffic sucked but they were almost there, almost out of the Orihara's influence.

Shizuo slumped as they made it to the next town, relief making him laugh nervously. But even then he wasn't there for sight seeing. He stopped by the closest garage, brought new plates and continued on until they were near less people and less cars.

Shizuo found somewhere to park for the night, kissed Izaya and took the doll back to bed with him. Tomorrow he'd find a sex shop, or at least something to take the edge off.

Shizuo was a big fan of click and collect. He went through the website on his tablet selecting what he needed and just some stuff that looked promising. After all he didn't know what his limits were. As it turned out Sex meant a whole other world.

Shizuo settled against the pillows resting against the doll. The tyre had blown, so he was waiting for a repair guy. Shizuo filled the time with porn. He was delving into BDSM, figuring out just how hard he'd go. The video he was watching focused on one man dripping candle wax onto another.

"I don't get it. Why is that sexy?" He asked the doll. He'd gotten used to talking to the doll, it made him feel like he had company at least. Besides he could almost hear the answers in Izaya's sexy dream voice. "Next is…foot fetish." Shizuo shuddered and skipped it.

He settled on watching a video on shibari. It was beautiful. The guy was on his knees, waiting patiently whilst the other guy slowly tied him up in a pretty pattern. Shizuo hadn't known rope could be used in such a way.

Of course the repair guy turned up when it was getting interesting. "Got a call about a blown tire?"

Shizuo unlocked the door and stepped out. "Yeah, that was me."

The man looked him up and down. Shizuo smiled. "On your own?"

"Yeah. Travelling. Cheaper than rent." Shizuo shrugged.

"I shouldn't be too long. Why don't you go back inside and I'll let you know when I'm done. "

Shizuo nodded and went back inside settling back on the bed and picking up the tablet. His gaze went to the safe where the condoms sat on top.

"So you're all done. Ready to get back on the road." The man said entering the RV.

"How much do I owe you?" Shizuo asked setting the tablet down. But the man was no longer looking at him as if he wanted to pin him down and fuck him. He was looking past him. Shizuo looked back too, seeing Izaya. Shizuo repeated the question.

"Sorry what?" The man answered still looking at the doll.

Shizuo sighed opening the safe and taking out what he'd been quoted. When he turned around the man had gone, driving off quickly. Shizuo stood at the door holding the money. "What was that about?"

x-x-x

Shizuo picked up a runaway as they passed a quiet town. It was a teenager probably a year younger than him with black hair and blue eyes. Shizuo raised his hands at the knife held against his throat. He'd parked the RV and was about to go to bed.

Shizuo sighed, going inside. The teen guided him to the bed. Shizuo sat and now there was a gun pointed at him. "Strip."

"Seriously." Shizuo grumbled taking his shirt off. The teen swiped the key from his neck. Taking his pants and underwear off he forced himself to relax. The barrel of the gun pressed against his chest.

"What's in the safe?"

"Money." Shizuo answered hands up. The teen's gaze flicked down to his cock. "I got mixed up with some bad people."

"The mob?"

"People that like killing prostitutes." Shizuo shrugged.

Blue eyes widened. "You're a sex worker?"

"Was." Shizuo answered. "Didn't work out so well."

"What's that?" The teen asked glancing at Izaya.

"My doll." Shizuo answered.

"Worth much?"

"Only to me." Shizuo answered.

"Lay down." The teen ordered.

"If you're going to fuck me, wear a condom please."

"Why does the Orihara family want you?" The teen asked. Shizuo sighed.

"So they can use me."

"As a prostitute?"

"That wasn't their intention at the time." Shizuo shrugged. "I have a temper."

The teen snorted. "They want you for your temper?"

Shizuo leaned forward. "No, they want me for what comes with it." Grabbing the barrel of the gun, he bent the gun in half and the teen's wrist snapped in his other hand. "They wanted me as a guard dog for their daughter. They wanted to see if my ability would be passed on through the bloodline. They wanted me to be their boogeyman. I said no. No doesn't mean much if you're drugged and whatever else they wanted that whack job doctor to do."

Shizuo picked up the teen by his throat. "So I suggest you walk away and leave me alone, otherwise I'll break more than your wrist." Shizuo snarled. He reached for the teen's other wrist and lightly added pressure. It was a pinch from other people, but from him it was a break waiting to happen. The teen screamed. Shizuo released him and the boy legged it.

Shizuo sighed.

"So they wanted another monster?"

Shizuo's head whipped around looking at the doll. "I'm losing my mind." He grumbled. Even so he pulled the doll to him and stared at the broken gun on the floor. He kissed the doll desperately, his hand cupping the back of the doll's head. Reluctantly he pulled away and carefully settled the doll down. "Sorry." He murmured.

Getting dressed he got straight in the driver's seat and floored it. Tapping away at the gps, he set a destination, realising why he needed sex so much. It was an outlet, a way to keep him calm and use the adrenaline for something else.

Shizuo was trembling as he drove through the dark, it was the first time and he couldn't see anything. But he couldn't relax either. A flash of colour and a loud horn, made him swerve off the road and down the embankment. The RV tipped, flipping over as it rolled and landed on the roof. Shizuo screamed as he went over, clutching his seatbelt.

Izaya bounced around the back of the RV, thrown around until he was laying still on the inside roof. Pushing himself up he left the RV and ran to the driver's side. Shizuo was hanging upside down in his seatbelt, curled into a ball. He was unconscious and bloodied.

Opening the door, Izaya unclipped the seat belt and took the teen's weight, carrying him out.

Setting Shizuo away from the RV, he went back inside for the safe. It too was banged up and laying open. Grabbing the case he moved over to Shizuo tapping his cheek. "Shizu-chan, wake up. Come on, wake up."

The teen opened his eyes and smiled, kissing him. "Everything hurts." Shizuo complained. "Why does everything hurt?"

"You were in an accident."

Shizuo kissed him again and attempted to move. Izaya held him still. "You need a hospital."

The teen frowned. "Strange dream." Shizuo's eyelids slid shut and Izaya couldn't wake him again.

Shizuo awoke with a kiss. He didn't know how long he'd been unconscious but he was awake now. There was a strange man hovering over him. Shizuo screamed and the man stumbled back.

"What the fuck? It's alive?" The man stumbled and fell back whacking his head.

"Hello, Shizu-chan." Izaya said. Shizuo frowned looking at the doll.

"I'm dreaming?"

"No. You died and I had you made like me."

Shizuo frowned. "Like you? I don't get it."

"Your soul is bound to a handmade doll. You're immortal, Shizu-chan. You woke me up and now that you're awake, we'll keep each other up."

"I'm a doll?"

"Yes. Mine." Izaya kissed him. Shizuo melted.

"Yours."

End