A safe place

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Dreams and memories are in italics.

"Stop. Nn! Ah!" The blond shivered, trying to move away from those persistent hands. "Stop? I don't think so, Shizu-chan." A single thrust and he was arching against the bed. "Nn! Stop." He was kneeling on the covers, helpless under the flea's touch. How long had it been? "Ne, Shizu-chan. Say my name." The blond shook his head, his body forced down as Izaya took him.

The flea's hand reached around, grabbing hold of his cock. "Fuck!" One hand stayed around his waist keeping him steady. He felt his face flush in shame, the familiar feeling coiling in his lower stomach. How many times had he cum since they started? He hadn't expected to hold on this long. "Uh uh, not yet protozoan." A frustrated growl left his throat, his release empty. "Lets try this again."

A young Shizuo looked up from the hospital bed. "Dad." His father looked concerned and angry at the same time. He shrank back, suddenly afraid. "Nii-san." His younger brother ran forwards, reaching out to hug him. "Shizuo, I'm not angry at you. I didn't expect Namiko to do something like this." Kasuka looked up, blank eyes, fixed on the bandages down his side. "Dad. Where's...mum?" Their father hugged them both. "Its just us now. Your mother got sick." It was the first time he had felt guilt, the first time he had disrupted his family.

Shizuo remembered every part of his dream, he could feel the familiar tears, dripping right on cue. The surface underneath him was warm and solid, unlike his bed. It took him a while to find his way back to reality, as it usually did after one of his nightmares. Blinking slowly he opened his eyes, his body felt stiff and tired. "What's wrong? Shizu-chan." That nickname and voice, made him snap awake, pushing himself up. "Nn!"

"So weak protozoan, you passed out. We aren't done yet." Izaya was still inside him. "Get up." The blond rested a hand against the covers, lifting himself up slowly, only to slam back down, the flea thrusting up against his prostrate. Shock ran through him, his body shaking at the abuse. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. He couldn't deny the pleasure. "Ne, Shizu-chan can you see how greedy you are? Sucking me in."

"Shut u-ahn!" Those crimson eyes gleamed, not once taking his eyes off of him. A slim arm wrapped around his neck pulling him down, so their faces were inches apart. "So tell me, how does Tom-san do you?" Shizuo glared. "None of your business." Izaya shrugged, rolling them over with ease. His body jolted, mouth falling open in a soundless scream, the flea going too deep. His hands gripped on tightly to the covers.

The annoyance shook his head, grabbing both his arms. "Like this." He was too tired for petty arguments. His arms stayed looped loosely around the flea's neck. Izaya's hands moved to his hips, holding on in a bruising grip, pounding into him. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't gentle either. It was too much. "Cum for me, Shizu-chan." And damn it his body listened. His body relaxed automatically, waiting for the damn flea to pull out. He wasn't that lucky.

Shizuo knew what to expect when he woke up this time. Though he was surprised when he opened his eyes, his cheek against the soft pillow. He automatically had his guard up, gritting his teeth as he attempted to sit up. He was the only one in the bed. The blond hissed as he attempted to sit up. The door to the bathroom was closed, from where he was he could hear the shower running.

Which gave him time to reflect on what he had done, in clearly a moment of madness. His muscles ached, it hurt to sit up or move. Shizuo grimaced lifting the covers, Izaya wasn't the only one in need of a shower. The flea's seed covered his thighs. He could already feel the disgusting substance inside him. Biting his lip, he attempted to get off of the bed, only to crash to the floor. Pain shot through him.

He fought the wave washing over him, blood already trickling down his chin. There was no sound from the bathroom. Moving as quickly as he could, he found his clothes, still where they had been taken off, struggling to get dressed, he kept an eye on the door, listening for any sound. The flea's guard was down, he could take care of him.

"Nn...ya." Crimson eyes locked eyes with him. "Say my name, Shizu-chan." Shaking his head, his body shuddered, the flea dipping down and taking his cock in that warm mouth. His fingers clung to the covers, unable to resist bucking up in between those lips. His body was in control now, giving over to the pleasure. "I-Izaya!"

Shizuo shook the memory from his head, feeling arousal and shame flooding through him. He took a step back and then another, each one felt like he would collapse at any moment. Reaching the door, he opened it slowly, turning and running. He had been through pain, he had been through his mother's neglect, but this was already affecting him.

He kept going, dragging his legs. His body was exhausted. He made it to the elevator, glad that no one was up. Pushing the button to ground floor, his body slumped against the rail, watching the numbers change. His underwear felt damp. Where did he go from here?

"...Izaya! Faster..." He cried out for more, his arms around the other teen's neck, legs over those slim shoulders. "If that's what you want. Ne. Shizu-chan. Tell me what you want me to do." The blond shivered at that tone, arching his body upwards. The nuisance stopped moving, still buried deep within him.

Shizuo pushed himself up, the doors sliding open, revealing the reception. Just a little bit more. His gaze flew to the clock, behind the desk. Nine o'clock. He hadn't made it to twelve. Turning around he looked back at the lift, a shudder running through him. Like hell he was going back. The receptionist smiled at him as he passed. Hopefully they didn't notice the limp.

Home was out of the question, Izaya was under the same roof as him, in the same room and in the same damn bed. By the looks of things, Shinra and the flea were friends that went way back. Besides that he didn't feel like explaining the way he was walking. Tom... No that was stupid. He couldn't see his lover for a long time. His body was tainted, as well as his heart and mind. He shuddered at the thought of going to Karisawa, she would have a field day with it. No, there was someone he could go to.

The blond knocked twice on the door waiting. It was a small apartment, one his friend owned, since he lived by himself. The door opened, confusion covering his friend's face. "Shizuo! What are you doing here?" He forced a smile. "Hey, Kadota. Can I come in?" The other teen nodded, stepping aside. "You don't look so good." Shizuo shrugged, closing the door behind him. "Can I use your shower?"

"What have you done? Shizuo." His friend nodded. "Through there. Leave your clothes outside the bathroom." The blond nodded, slowly making his way to the bathroom. Making sure Kadota wasn't watching, he took off his top, pants and soaked boxers, leaving them in a heap outside the door. Locking the door, he walked forward gingerly, catching sight of himself in the mirror. Shizuo closed his eyes, trying to block out the marks that covered his chest.

His eyes snapped open, feeling Izaya sink his teeth into his flesh. "Don't... leave any marks." He was ignored, the flea acting like the parasite he was, nipping and sucking along his throat, down his chest, there wasn't a single place left uncovered. "Cut it out." He pushed against the other's slim chest, unable to find the strength to push him away.

His fist clenched and for a moment, he saw red. Kadota nearly ended up with a broken mirror. Stepping into the shower he closed the glass door, switching the water on. It was scolding hot, as if it could get rid of all of the evidence of his betrayal. Shizuo cursed, resting his forehead against the wall. Tom was fine. His lover got to carry on as normal.

Grabbing the wash cloth, he scrubbed his skin, adding pressure, the skin becoming red and irritated. If he went any further he knew, it would start bleeding. He made sure to scrub wherever the flea had touched him. Everywhere. His hand froze as he reached his cock, already shamefully hard from remembering the previous night.

"Shizu-chan. Stop denying it. You know you love it." Izaya's voice ghosted along the shell of his ear, entering his mind. "The feel of my cock inside you. Look how wet you are. You're dripping." He shivered at the hot breath and the tone, turning his head away. "Still so stubborn. It doesn't matter, we have a long time."

Slim digits left his arousal, sliding down the crack of his ass. "You want this." A single finger slowly pushed in." Those eyes never leaving him. "Don't. Ah! Don't..." Another finger pressed inside him, along with the third, all three stretching him. He had lost count how many times he had gone through the routine.

Shizuo groaned, jolting awake from his memory. His dick bounced angrily, still hard. A blush covered his face, his finger following the scene, playing out in his head. Shit. His legs finally gave away, allowing him to slide to the floor. Lowering his head he let the water cascade over him. What had Izaya done to him?

A knock on the door made him look up, breaking out of his thoughts. "Shizuo. I found some clothes for you." Forcing himself to stand, he turned off the water, grabbing a towel. He was using everything he had not to lash out. Kadota was a friend. "Thanks." He wrapped the towel around him, shivering and not from the cold.

Once he was dressed, he stepped out, the pain dulling slightly, but still a harsh reminder of what he had done. "Here. You look like you need them." He caught the cigarettes easily in his hand, joining Kadota at the table. Shizuo took one from the packet, sitting down with his legs out in front of him. Lighting up, he inhaled deeply, watching the smoke curl above him, as he exhaled. "Feeling better?"The teen didn't answer.

"Kadota. Have you ever wanted to forget anything?" His friend grinned, getting up. "Yeah. I know exactly what you mean." The blond watched the other teen open the fridge, taking out a long can. Kadota handed it to him. "Try that. It works most of the time." He opened the can, taking a sniff. If his friend said it worked. He took a sip, grimacing at the taste. "Ugh, that's disgusting."

Kadota laughed. "It doesn't have to taste good." He had his own, taking big gulps. Shizuo shook his head, downing his own. "It gets better, after a while." He was handed another can. "I stocked up, there's a lot to get through." The blond smiled, downing another can. He could feel a strange warmth, spreading through his system. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Your clothes are in the wash." He nodded, opening another can.

Shizuo was perfectly drunk, laying on the floor, his mind a dull buzz. Just what he needed. Kadota was in the same state. The floor was littered with empty cans. Through the haze, he could hear a phone ring. "Ugh. Hello?" Ah, so it was Kadota's phone. "Izaya, why are you calling?" He felt his blood freeze in his veins, shaking his head side to side. "No, I haven't seen him, have you tried Shinra?...okay. See you at school."

The phone fell to the floor, in favour of another can. Shizuo lifted his head,. "Thanks." His friend smiled. "No problem. You can stay here if you want. Just don't expect me to cook." Shizuo laughed, his voice slurring slightly. "Yous live by yourself." Kadota shrugged. "You want to talk about it?" The blond shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. "No. Pash another."

The last can was plucked from his fingers, a soft bundle dropped on his chest. "Hm?" Kadota put the can on the table, straightening out the blankets. "Get some sleep. Goodnight Shizuo." His friend lay down on the floor next to him, covered in his own blankets. So this is what alcohol did, it had taken the rest of the day to get through everything. He liked the feeling, his head was empty. His eyes slipped shut, letting himself fall into a dreamless sleep.

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