A broken deal

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Dreams and memories are in italics.

You can run but you can't hide. It was the first words that entered his head, as he woke up with a pounding headache, ricocheting against his skull. As much as he would like to ignore the world and bury himself under the covers, he couldn't. It was Monday morning, time for school.

Next to him Kadota groaned, a tuft of hair, sticking out from under the blankets. "Shit, what time is it?" The blond shrugged, swaying as he attempted to stand. "I'm never drinking again." Kadota laughed, ending in another groan. "You say that now. Ugh, we're going to be late." It didn't help that his uniform was at his house. "We could skip?" But he knew Tom would find a way to check up on him.

He could only hope, Izaya had already left, he would try and avoid him for as long as possible. "You want any breakfast?" His stomach blanched at the idea of food. "I'll pass, mind if I use your shower?" He was stalling for as long as possible. Shizuo knew he would already be late, but if it saved him from the flea. "Yeah, sure."

Letting out a groan, he leaned against the wall, already hard. At the thought of Izaya. This was bad, what was he going to do if this was his reaction every time? Reaching down, he cursed as he stroked himself, trying to clear his mind. Think of something repulsive, think of... the damn flea appeared in his head, memories surfacing again, making him shiver, as they echoed across his skin. Shit!

"Everything okay?" It seemed Kadota was better at recovering than he was, his friend was already dressed for school, a piece of toast in his mouth. "Yeah, thanks. I've got to go home." Kadota reached out, placing an arm on his shoulder. "If you need to talk about anything..." Neither one said anything after that.

As soon as the fresh air hit him, he thought he was going to be sick. His stomach churned, the alcohol, swishing around inside his stomach. "I'll see you later." The two of them separated, Kadota heading off to school, while he headed home. He had no idea how he was going to explain his current state to his father.

Luckily he didn't have to. After knocking on the door once, Kyouko opened it, ushering him inside. "Shizuo, Izaya already told me." The teen froze, turning pale. "You should have called, one of us, could have come and got you." What? "Are you feeling any better?" A cool hand rested on his forehead. "Hm, you don't have a temperature. His stomach churned again, clamping a hand over his mouth, he darted for the toilet.

He was never drinking again. "I'll let Kichirou know you're home, in the mean time you rest in bed. Izaya is home sick too." Shit. "Um, I should stay in Kasuka's room then." His future step mother, shook her head. "Nonsense, it will be easier for me to take care of you." He had no choice, the teen was being led into his bedroom, the lump underneath the covers, confirming the worst.

"Izaya, honey. How are you feeling?" Shizuo turned away, not wanting him in his field of vision. "A bit better." The woman shook her head. "Honestly, how did you both manage to get sick?" This time he did have to look, Izaya shifting over, to give him room, to climb in. "I'll check on you in a couple of hours." He watched in horror, as Kyouko left the room, closing the door behind her. Damn it.

Well if she thought he was sick, he could do that, keeping as much of a safe distance,without falling out of the bed, he kept on his side, facing the door, his eyes closed. Silence filled the room, becoming more deafening as the seconds ticked on by. Still he kept his eyes closed, pretending that he wasn't in his bed, with the flea.

"Ne, Shizu-chan." Those words, spoken quietly, were like a thunder clap. "You broke our deal." only by a few hours. Inside he was already shivering, although he hadn't yet been touched. "It was a few hours, I could have been sleeping." Izaya laughed, yanking his head back. "True, but we'll never know. You broke our deal, so now you'll suffer for it." Shizuo glared at him in anger, Izaya's lips pressed against his own, he felt something slide down the back of his throat. "See you later, Shizu-chan. If you need anything, check your drawer." The flea was grinning as he left the room. What was that about?

He found out nearly ten minutes later, when his body became dangerously hot. At first he thought he might have caught a fever, that theory went out of the window as he felt himself become painfully hard. So boring, protozoan. I suppose I could use an aphrodisiac, but where's the fun it that. I want you to feel everything. But that didn't mean, he didn't have any. Shit. Damn it flea.

Curling into a ball, he tried to block out the drug that was quickly spreading through his system. It was useless. A knock at the door, filled him with hope and despair, that the damn flea was back. "Shizuo, how are you feeling?" No such luck, it was Kyouko back to check on him. "Tired, I'm going to sleep." The door closed again, leaving him in peace or to deal with the pain. Ignoring it didn't seem to work.

Climbing out of bed, he gasped at the movement, keeping perfectly still. He was a high school student, he shouldn't be getting into these sorts of situation. Nothing had happened to him until the damn flea barged into his life. Every movement he made, he could feel his cock becoming harder, brushing against the fabric of his boxers. It took a while to get to the door, resting his head against the wall. Now he was regretting breaking that damn deal, he had only succeeded in dragging it out instead.

He couldn't leave the house in his state, he knew he wouldn't get too far and people would ask him why he wasn't at school. The bathroom was out,since he knew how much it echoed. You could hear everything through the walls. Grabbing the nearest thing he could find he pulled the chest across the door, blocking anyone from coming in.

Eventually he made it back to his bed, curling up into a ball, even when he knew he would have to deal with it. Throwing the covers over himself, Shizuo hesitantly reached into his boxers, shaking when he exploded as soon as he touched himself. He was still painfully hard and now his boxers were already a mess.

How much more was the damn nuisance trying to mess him up inside? His body was already tainted, every hickey stood out on his skin, every touch was still burned into him, making him unable to forget. He could remember anything and the horrible thing was he still craved more, he still wanted Izaya's touch. It wasn't Tom he was thinking about, as he wrapped his hands around himself and gently stroked, it was the damn flea.

Closing his eyes, the blond realized he was mimicking Izaya's movements, moving his own hand the same way, the memory clear in his mind. For some reason it helped him get off a lot quicker, although it didn't make a difference, the drug running through his system, made him ready for more. It wasn't pleasurable at all, it was painful and hurt a lot, tears threatening to leak from his eyes.

Another knock on the door, made him freeze, his hands and sheets were already a mess, he wasn't sure how he was going to explain it. "Shizuo. I'm going out, If you need anything give me a call." Biting his lip, he tried to force his body to calm down. "...Okay." The word came out rushed, leaving him to wonder if she had heard how breathless he was. Hearing the retreating footsteps, he returned to what he was doing, his movements becoming desperate.

See you later, Shizu-chan. If you need anything, check your drawer. Izaya's last words made it through the haze clouding his mind. He knew that he had fallen into another of the flea's schemes. He knew if he checked the drawer, it would be another trap, but at that point he didn't care. Forcing his eyes open, from their half lidded state, Shizuo rolled over, flicking open the drawer. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?

Reaching inside, he picked out what looked like long pink plastic. How was that going to help him? His stomach tightened, leaving him no choice, but to kick the covers off, his body shuddering as he released again, the substance covering his stomach and thighs. Nothing he was doing was enough. Dropping the pink thing, the blond sucked on three of his fingers, his other hand, working his dick, trying to calm the fire in his veins.

His thighs were sticky, but right now he didn't care, his fingers finding his entrance, not at all surprised when the ring of muscle twitched around his finger, letting him in with ease, moving around, he tried to find that spot inside him, that both Tom and Izaya liked abusing so much. His eyes widened as he found it. "Nn shit." It was a good thing Kyouko had left, since he was having trouble keeping his voice in, biting his lip was no longer working.

It still wasn't enough, three fingers moving inside him, repeatedly tapping his prostrate, his other hand, loosening as more fluid spilled out of him. Tears were running freely down his cheeks now. He couldn't stop it, he was a mess, he couldn't control anything, not even his body. Shizuo threw his head back, feeling the effects of yet another high, but it wasn't enough, it was never enough. His gaze dropped to the pink object he had found. Izaya would have left it there for a reason.

Removing his fingers, he groaned at the emptiness, the feeling in his abdomen getting worse, without the relief. Fuck it. Reaching for the object, he took a closer look his breathing harsh, eyes half lidded. Their was a smooth side and then there was a side that looked like it was plastic. Moving the smooth end near his entrance, his body opened up around it, letting him push it further into his ass. Shizuo jolted as it touched his prostrate. What now?

His question was answered when the curtain flicked back, he could have sworn he had locked the window. "Having fun? Shizu-chan." He hoped he was glaring at the smug flea, bouncing down from his window sill. "Hm, you managed to block the door." He couldn't do anything when Izaya turned to look at him. Both he and his bed were soiled, his legs spread, unable to hide anything. "You look so slutty, Shizu-chan."

Shaking his head, he found he could speak. "I was getting bored, so I came to check on you." Shizuo shivered as slim fingers brushed along his leg. "Oh? You put the vibrator in already?" Vibrator? Was that the pink thing? His dazed eyes fixed on an object in Izaya's hand. Something told him, that was meant for him. Shivers ran through him, as the pink thing in his ass vibrated against his sweet spot.

It only made him feel worse, holding onto his cock as he leaked like a fountain. "S-stop." He couldn't care less what he looked like, if the flea noticed if he was crying, because he knew this was his punishment. Izaya had expected all of it. "Oh? But you look like you're enjoying it." The flea's eyes were filled with cold amusement as he watched him. "H-help!" The damn nuisance tapped a finger on his chin. "Now why would I do that?"

Throwing his head back, he let out something between a moan and a pained groan, his body shaking, more tears leaked from his eyes, blood and saliva dripping from his lips, running down the side of his face. "S-ah no. S-sorry." Trying to lift one hand, he reached for the vibrator, only for his hand to be slapped away. "Sorry for what?" Damn him, once he was back to normal, he was going to get him back, but for now he needed it, needed...Izaya.

"Ahn s-sorr-y." His hand went back to trying to stop his seed from going everywhere. "f-f ah-or bre-aking no, stop." His words were forced out, barely understandable in his own ears. "D-eal." Cracking his eyes open, he hoped Izaya got what he was trying to say. "Good boy." A hand ruffled his hair, only pissing him off. He wasn't a damn dog. The pink vibrator was pulled out of him, dropped somewhere on the covers. "Uwa, Shizu-chan you made a mess." Who's fault was that?

He didn't say anything, instead yanking the nuisance forward, smashing their lips together, his tongue wrapping around the other's demanding more, his hands making quick work of Izaya's pants and boxers, already inching forward. Even now he could feel that smirk on his lips. Who cared, if he didn't hurry up, he was going to take things into his own hand. And when the flea finally entered him, it felt like the best thing in the world.

Shizuo rolled over, groaning as he opened his eyes. After their intense session, he had managed to drag himself to the bath, before passing out. It had taken a long time for the aphrodisiac to get out of his system. He had then fallen asleep on the floor, while Izaya got rid the evidence of what they had done. He felt wrung out, tired and sore, though slightly better knowing the flea would wake up with a black eye tomorrow.

"Shizu-chan, the bed's made." Looking up he could see the smirking nuisance. Not wanting Izaya to see how worn out he was, The blond grit his teeth, forcing himself into bed. To make matters worse he felt a hand slap his backside, making the pain worse. Still he was too tired to get angry crawling into his freshly made bed. The covers on the other side were flipped back, the flea climbing in next to him. "Now your debt is paid, Shizu-chan."

His future step brother rolled over away from him. Blinking in confusion that Izaya hadn't touched him, he let the tiredness seep in, sending him to sleep. The teen next to him, would no longer touch him any more. Ignoring the tug in his chest, he rolled over, so he wasn't looking at him. It wasn't long before he was asleep.

A young Shizuo cried out as his hair was grabbed. "What right do you have to be happy? You're a monster." He was yanked forward by his hair, forced to look into the mirror in front of him. "You aren't my son. You're an abomination. Look at yourself!" His head was pulled back and slammed into the mirror. He cried out as his mother did it harder, thin cracks starting to appear. He wondered whether it would be the mirror or his skull that broke first.

As it turned out it was the mirror, it lay scattered around him, the broken pieces showing his reflection. He was crying, slumped against the wall. The key turning in the lock drew his attention. It was over, his dad and brother were back. His eyes widened as one of the larger pieces was picked up, the sharp edge pressing against his throat. "Keep your mouth shut."

"...zu? Shizuo are you awake?" He was having trouble waking up, unable to shake his nightmare. Shizuo groaned in reply. "How are you feeling? I made you some chicken soup." It was his mother's voice he heard. He heard a shocked scream, as the bowl of soup, went flying far away from him, he was already huddled by the windowsill, his nearest escape route if he needed to. His arms were wrapped around his knees, refusing to look at anyone or anything.

"Did I do something wrong?" The woman's voice wasn't his mother's. He knew that, but since he was barely awake, he couldn't tell the difference. The blond flinched as a hand rested on his knee. "Mum, I think you should call Kichirou." The fingers on his knees, moved in small circles. "Are you awake now? Shizu-chan." Slim arms wrapped around him, a voice whispering in his ear. "Your mother isn't here, protozoan."

Shizuo froze. Izaya knew? Since when? Those arms stayed wrapped around him, one hand running through his hair, it was oddly comforting, something he wouldn't have connected to the flea. "He's on his way home." He knew Kyouko was back. "Mum, could you leave?" There seemed to be a silent conversation between them, he could hear her retreating footsteps. "Have you calmed down?" He didn't get it. Why was Izaya being so nice?

Lifting his head, he could see the bowl laying in pieces on the floor by the door, the soup, in a puddle around it, but he could see some on the wall. Turning his head, he forced himself to look at the teen, who had done so well at manipulating and pissing him off. What he saw in those crimson eyes wasn't pity, disgust or ill intent. Turning away, he found himself unable to look any more. This had all been a game to Izaya hadn't it? So why was he doing this now?

Those fingers continued to run through his hair, in smooth calming motions. Letting his eyes slip shut, his head flopped onto the other teen's shoulder, since he was so close. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep breath. "What do you want?" He didn't get an answer, just the same comforting arm around him. Closing his eyes, he found himself lolled back to sleep, this time it was dreamless.

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