Title – Masks
Pairing – Izuo
Rating – MA
Warnings – language, violence, gender bender, pregnancy
Disclaimer – I don't own Durarara
Summary – Sequel to restricted
Shizuo worked alone. It was better that way. Sure he wasn't the only mutt, but his partners tended to not last long. It was a regular occurrence and not one he was in a habit of repeating. Thankfully after a decade they'd gotten it through their thick skulls. He'd grown. He'd had a lot of time and reason to do so. Fifty years give or take, bouncing around districts and losing himself in the system.
Things had changed for the better or at least the progress was there. With more half breeds, the governments and hierarchy were becoming overwhelmed. Add in some scandals involving idols and the higher ups themselves, and something had to change. After all the higher ups couldn't risk their own children becoming slaves. The world had changed and kept on changing and Shizuo changed with it.
Izaya's wife - he'd never asked her name - had given him freedom and knowledge. He still regretted the circumstances, since the demoness had been so helpful and forgiving. She'd given him the first challenge and from there he'd found his own path. She'd showed him how to use the gate for his own benefit. How to siphon off the darkness from the spirits similar to how he fed as a cambion.
The pendant around his neck was still there, the chain unbreakable. It didn't rust, didn't tarnish. And as long as it remained he couldn't be located. It was a safety talisman to protect the life he'd made and his heart.
Strange that. Izaya had taught him humiliation, persistence and admittedly desire. Mikado had taught him how to use his cambion side and the queen-yeah there was that bombshell too- had taught him how to use his spirit gate. He hadn't seen or heard from a single one in fifty years but occasionally the pendant grew hot and he knew he was still being searched for.
Shizuo doubted he'd be found even without the talisman. He'd become a chameleon. He made connections to get what he wanted and as an alibi. He'd trained in various weaponry and skills. So whilst he did work for the company branch, he also had his own small mercenary outfit with over a dozen members listed. They were all him.
Thanks to the spirit gate energy he could change his age appearance at will. He either drained the spirits or let them drain him. Thanks to his cambion he could have anyone wrapped around his fingers and as he'd found out, the mix of the two gave him a unique ability to shapeshift. There were so many identities he'd picked up over the years, so many names and faces. He didn't need to wear masks, he just preferred it. There was still the fact he was a mutt.
One of his many identifies was BB. It wasn't his actual identity name but one he'd been tagged with. Rather, one she'd been tagged with. Fifty years and he was still dealing with locker names.
His current form was a woman. He'd accidentally modelled her after the queen. So he currently looked like he was big breasted - hence the name - with long golden hair down to her ass, which she'd tied up to keep out of the way. Thanks to the spirit gate she looked about eighteen. He'd put up with a lot of bullshit about that. For BB, it was gymnastics and guns. Also the knives in her hair and boots.
Because sexism was still strong, she was stuck with a skirt. She didn't give a damn and still wore whatever panties she wanted to.
x-x-x
BB grimaced seeing the lights of the police cars and the ambulances, the flashing lights of paparazzi. The other thing that had changed was the company was now a lot more public and so the rules were strict. No more killing unless necessary. Paperwork was a bitch.
BB ignored them, thankful for the full face mask. It was an old building. A library funnily enough. Old, full of spirits etc etc. the spirit gate was firmly locked and if anything she repelled ghosts.
Her boots clicked against the old style flooring that was clearly just a refurbishment. Old just got older and decayed. The fact the library was still open was a miracle. It was all technology now.
BB whistled as she moved towards the scene. The demon had been summoned. As expected. The summoners were arguing because the demon was either lesser than what they'd been after or a mutt.
BB curled her fingers around the butt of her gun - the one on the right - shooting each of the summoners. The tranquilliser had them dropping, leaving only the demon. BB emptied the chamber and murmured the chant for a refill.
"Demon, your summoners are incapacitated. You are here illegally. Please return to your home or you will be held until dealt with."
The demon sniffled looking up. It was like a punch to the gut. Short black hair with golden tips, one red eye and one caramel. Damn. But that wasn't her problem.
Lifting the radio to her lips she spoke. "Summoners down and incapacitated. Demon doesn't look like he's going anywhere. Have a negotiator and social brought in. Clean up crew for the circle."
BB heard movement and her gun was still in hand. She fired but the demon dodged. BB moved into a defensive stance. "Violence will be-" She shouldn't be surprised. But at least that meant he'd been a decent father. The demon stared at her. "Your appearances are similar. Are you taking responsibility for the demon?"
Izaya flicked his gaze to the demon in question. "Yes, he's my son. He's a victim of an unwilling summon. His mother has been worried."
BB sighed and lifted the radio again. "Forget the negotiator. Demon has a legal guardian. Have the proper forms delivered."
Loud voices and footsteps drew closer. The clean up crew. "Damn BB. How about you get on your knees and clean this shit once in a while. You know you like it dirty."
BB took off her mask and shot the guy a look. "Because unlike you I can handle more than a sponge." She shot Izaya a look. "Get the demon out of the circle. Papers should be here shortly."
"What's the hurry BB?" One of the other guys jeered. Juvenile, the lot of them.
"That's my last call for the night." She shrugged instead of retaliating.
"Word on the wire is you got an offer from a merc guild." The guy with the bucket called out. Troublemaking piece of shit. "You don't want to go down that route princess."
BB snorted looked around and waited for the important parts of the cleaning to be done. Then she shot every single one apart from the two that had remained silent.
"They never learn." BB sighed holstering the gun and reaching for the bucket.
"We got it BB. Take the job, you'll have more freedom. You'll be wasted at the company."
BB frowned. "And you're wasted with this crew. Hang on." She pulled out her phone, dialling a specific number. It was a special auto response so it looked and sounded like she was talking to someone else, rather than fake it. "Hey, so about that offer. I'll take it."
[We're pleased to hear that.] came the response.
"But there's two cleaners here that aren't pieces of shit. So can you hire them too?"
[That's no problem.]
"Great. Then I'll bring them along."
[We look forward to having you.]
BB ended the call and beamed at the duo. "Looks like you're coming with me." More footsteps. The formal kind. "Looks like your registration papers are here." She said to the demons.
x-x-x
Shizuo fed his energy to the gate, becoming an aged man. The guild master. No first name. Just Hanejima. No one had the level of respect to call him anything else. He went through the hiring process, more than happy to have another of his identities available and two more cleaners.
As Hanejima he looked like a relic. He looked like he'd been through a war. His attitude was that of an experienced general, but he liked dressing in loose robes. He was also blind. But that in itself was power. Hanejima could see Auras. A teaching he'd picked up from the mystics. Thanks to that he could see what was coming before it happened. It was by far one of the handiest abilities he'd picked up.
It's why he knew he'd been ambushed with a client the following day. Two demons sat before him and he didn't need to be a master to know who they were. Hanejima stared waiting for one of them to break. They always did when confronted by his glassy white eyed stare.
It was the younger demon that broke first, the scrape of a chair and fidgeting. "Uh, the company recommended you."
Hanejima turned his focus to the younger demon. Nervous that one. "They usually do if it saves them paperwork. What needs killing?"
"Protection isn't on the table?" The other demon spoke.
"Killing is usually the first thing clients ask for." Hanejima shrugged facing the older demon. "But sure protection we can do as well. Finding demons, getting demons out of trees etc etc. Full list of services is on our website. Is protection what you're after?"
"I need a couple of days to set up my son's protections. In the meantime you recently hired someone that was there when he was summoned. A mutt nicknamed BB?"
"I did yes. But I'm not hiring her out yet. Recruits need training to make sure they lose bad habits, so they don't end up dead."
Hanejima opened the drawer to the desk and pulled out a binder. Each page was coated so he recognised it. He turned it the correct way and flicked it open. "These are the members we have that will work for your needs."
His phone rang. With a sigh he answered. "I'm with a client."
[Some idiot just summoned something. I haven't got a clue what the fuck it is but I need you over here now!]
Hanejima sighed. "Very well. Send me the address."
[Hurry.]
Hanejima set his phone down and took out one of his business cards. "My number is on there. Each member's contact details are on their sheet. Feel free to contact any of them. I need to go bail an idiot out."
x-x-x
Shizuo didn't know who he was aiming for. He took a bit too much and ended up in his youngest form. A ten year old spirit mage had not been his first choice but it was what he was. Unfortunately some of the jealous idiots had nicknamed him, so he'd been stuck with Casper from the off.
He still looked like a child playing dress up in battle gear but it did mean he was underestimated. Thankfully he'd changed after he'd arrived. At least his feet had been able to reach the pedal.
Casper ducked under the tape and headed for the house. Paparazzi again. Humans again. Casper ignored them, jogging up the steps and into the house.
The walls were covered in blood. It looked like a party gone wrong and every single one was dead. Their ghosts were gone. Either passed on or stolen. Casper walked into the bedroom, jaw slack as he stared up at a stalker collage of Shizuo Heiwajima. It was an old image given new life in a really creepy way. Written in blood was All hail the king!
Casper turned around and walked back out. Not his problem. He turned to the captain that had asked for help. "Whatever it was is gone. There are no ghosts, no spirits, nothing. It's clean."
"Necromancer?"
"I hope not."
x-x-x
Shizuo rarely wore his own face any more. He didn't look in mirrors or pose for photographs, so today had been the first time he'd seen his own face in a long time. It was unsettling. Which is why he shoved the feeling in with the rest and quickly became someone else.
The phone rang and he knew it was Izaya. Thanks to the number being called, he knew which one had been selected. The strange thing was that it was the human. Like BB that one was model good looks and tons of skills but human, well almost. Shizuo answered the phone.
"Hello."
"Evening. This is Kitty?"
Kitty smiled. "That's what they call me. Master said you might be calling one of us. Your demon child needs protection?"
"Just for a couple of days."
"No problem. Send me the address and I'll be around."
x-x-x
To be fair, Kitty was a cambion. She was seduction personified and she liked leather. She was smaller than BB but that just meant room for more weapons and a more comfortable bra. She was a weapon.
Reaching the mansion she climbed off her motorcycle and through the gate. The demons were waiting for her. "So this the guy I'm protecting?" She asked.
"Yes. This is my son, Shizuo. I'm Izaya."
Kitty blinked. "Huh. I was expecting more demony names. Alright then. Let's see what we're working with."
"How long have you been with the guild?" Izaya asked.
"I'm experienced." Kitty winked with a purr. "Don't worry about that. Besides you called me."
"The guild master didn't pick up." Izaya said.
Her smile dropped. "Yeah, there was an incident."
"You mean the ten year old at the murder scene?"
Kitty grinned. "Oh don't worry, Casper can handle himself. It was more creepy stalker wall. The guild master is tracking down a necromancer or possibly a possession, could be a demon. Who knows." She shrugged.
"I'm not sure I can trust you to protect my son with that attitude." Izaya said.
Kitty sighed digging out her phone and pulling up the group chat. "Look, see he's fine. Everyone is fine." She watched the demon's face as he opened the crime scene photos. His face didn't give much away. "So what am I protecting your son from?"
"Rogue demons and humans that would seek to use him."
Kitty chewed her lip. "Ah! You're one of those parents. Alright. I've got my skills and some spirit charms from Casper." She clapped her hands and went to walk into the mansion. A hand settled on her shoulder. She looked back at Izaya. "Yes?"
"No sex. Keep your pheromones to yourself."
Kitty laughed. "Don't worry, I know the rules. I'm not allowed to play until master says so."
x-x-x
"There's a cambion in my home."
His son looked at him. "So?"
"Her name is Kitty, she wears leather and she's a brat." Izaya said.
Mikado sighed. "You want to fuck her. You know how mother took it last time you cheated on her."
"She's not interested." Izaya scowled. "She doesn't have any pheromones around me or Shizuo."
"So she's a professional or lesbian." His son shrugged. "What's really bothering you father?"
"Someone is looking for Shizu-chan. Creepy murder scene and stalker wall."
"He's dead though, isn't he? I mean it's been fifty years and you haven't heard a peep. Neither have I. Mutts don't last that long."
"Someone either thinks he's alive or plans to resurrect him. If so they'll use my son to do it."
"You'll need mother to..."
"She's already with him."
His son blinked and laughed. "You want to fuck a cambion right under your wife's nose?"
x-x-x
"You look well, your majesty." Kitty purred. Shizuo had gone to his room leaving her with Izaya's wife. She pulled town her collar to her breasts showing off the pendant. "I was hired in a professional capacity. I'll be gone in a couple of days."
"I don't doubt it. Most mutts don't live that long."
"Most mutts don't have excellent teachers." Kitty shrugged straddling the demoness's lap. "You really are perfection." She murmured. "I owe you so much. I don't think I could ever repay you."
"You're playing with fire S-"
"Call me Kitty." She purred stealing the queen's lips.
"Are you challenging me?" Izaya's wife stared her down.
"No, I just desire you." Kitty admitted. "A lot." She kissed the queen again, one hand on the demoness' plump breast. "So beautiful."
"You too, Kitty." Izaya's wife murmured.
Kitty moved her hand lower and lower still, creeping under the light dress the queen wore and stroking where she knew would be sensitive. The queen closed her eyes. "Just the once." Kitty murmured.
"Only once?" The queen asked staring at her.
Kitty nodded. "Any more than once risks permanent consequences."
"Even with me?" Izaya's wife asked.
"Even with you. It's more spiritual essence."
"Sounds troublesome." The queen sniffed.
"No repeats makes it simple."
x-x-x
Kitty mewled writhing in Izaya's bed with his wife. The demoness was a succubus and kitty stood no chance. Her hips rocked against her long talented fingers. Her head was foggy and she couldn't think straight.
The queen kissed her breasts, suckling on her nipples. She moved lower, down past Kitty's toned stomach and lapped at her clit. Kitty took it all, lost, writhing and helpless. Her orgasm hit hard filling the queen's mouth.
Izaya's wife licked her lips. "I can see why my husband was so obsessed with you."
Kitty spasmed filling the queen with her energy. The demoness reached for her and she shook her head. "No. I don't need to feed."
"I said no sex!" Izaya snapped standing in the doorway. Kitty felt his gaze all over her body, lingering on her breasts. She quickly scrambled for her clothes, pulling them on and covering the pendant she hoped he'd missed.
"I was hungry." Izaya's wife stood up for her. Kitty flailed as she was pulled into the queen's arms. "Kitty was more than eager. Such a good little kitty." Kitty gasped as the queen's fingers stroked at her clit. She could feel those fingers through her leathers.
"Get out!" Izaya snapped. Kitty left quickly.
x-x-x
"You cheated on me?" Izaya demanded. The cambion hadn't even looked his way but had gone for his wife?
"Oh hush darling. It was once and just a feed. What's got your panties in a twist?"
"Our son is in danger."
"Uh huh. I'm guessing you mean Shizuo and not Mikado?"
"Yes, Shizuo." Izaya scowled as his wife remained naked and glowing. "There's been a crime scene. It's believed someone means to resurrect Shizu-chan and they'll need our son to do it."
His wife rolled her eyes. "Well that's stupid. And impossible. He's not dead."
Izaya blinked. "What?"
"He's not dead." His wife shrugged. "He won't die for a very long time. He's probably the closest to an immortal. So there's no need to worry about our son."
x-x-x
His son laughed at him. Predictably. "Oh that's a good one. So you hiring anyone else?"
"Your mother said there's no need. Shizu-chan is still alive."
Mikado's eyes widened and he whistled. "And how would she know that?"
Izaya scowled. "Well obviously they've been in contact. There's...a talisman."
His son frowned. "You've lost me."
"The cambion had a talisman around her neck. It was the first thing she tried to cover up when I walked in on them. It's an anti scrying talisman."
Mikado whistled. "Tell me about the cambion."
"Her file says she's she's twenty eight. She's a cambion. Blonde long hair, lithe and toned. So she feeds well. Likes leather cat suits, hence the name I guess. Oh purple eyes."
Mikado tilted his head in thought. "I know who you're talking about. She's here now."
Izaya allowed his son to move them through the dreamscape. Kitty was walking around looking for someone. Unfortunately they were looking for her too. He didn't call out and neither did Mikado.
x-x-x
Kitty knew they were behind her. Bad guys were always predictable. Sliding her mask down over her face, Kitty relaxed her shoulders, threw herself backwards and drew her blade. She grinned wickedly as she lopped off their heads and wrapped her thighs around another's head. With a grin she snapped her body and then let go.
Shizuo took a step back. He didn't do well in the dream realm so quickly plucked up another cambion form. Thankfully the catsuit was stretchy and his new form was scrawny. Flipping back, he ducked low and punched the incubus straight in the gut. He wouldn't hit below the belt. He left the sword bloodied and sheathed. That wasn't one of his skills. He made quick work of them, driving the last into the ground by his throat.
"Talk. Now." He demanded.
"Fuck you!" The incubus snapped trying to get free.
"Having trouble there Kitty?"
Raising his head he glared at the two demons and flipped up his mask. "Who the fuck are you calling Kitty asshole?" The guy he had pinned squirmed. "Talk. Now."
"Fuck you."
He felt damn right gleeful at the response. "You ever seen an incubus go pop?" He grinned. "I mean you fill a balloon with air and it goes bang. Same thing applies with everything right."
Humming to himself he felt his fingers warm, excess energy filling the incubus. "I can take it." The incubus writhed.
"It seems so." He murmured adding more and then more. And then more.
The incubus started screaming. Still humming he flicked down his mask and stood back out of the way. Funny thing about incubi. His cock burst and the incubus screamed his agony. With his feeding source gone he quickly crumbled into ash and died. Thankfully he was splatter free.
The rest of the crew he'd taken down weren't unscathed. Flicking up his mask he gave them a droll look. "Are you really going to make me ask?"
"T-Tom Tanaka!"
Tilting his head he acknowledged the one that had spoken. "Well there's the who. Let's try why. Then we'll move onto the where, how and what."
"Oi, Fang! What have I told you about messing around outside my store!"
With a sigh he spared a glance at the dream weaver glaring at him. "I'm pretty sure you just put your store there, Karisawa. I just need some answers."
"You'll clear my sidewalk Fang. Then you can tell me why you're acting up. Your mask is cracked."
Fang took it off and sure enough there was a crack down the side. In his grip the damn thing shattered. Fuck.
x-x-x
"Actually I'll be taking everyone involved in for questioning." His son spoke using his authority. Kitty or Fang glared at them.
The cambion vanished.
"Yeah, you're not gonna catch Fang." The dream weaver shrugged. "He's mission focused. I feel sorry for this Tom Tanaka guy. But then again, the guy probably deserves it. Actually I'm pretty sure he deserves it. Wonder who catches up with him."
"You know him?" Izaya asked.
The dream weaver sighed distracted by the mess on her sidewalk. "Legion? Yeah sure. We go way back. Think it was forty maybe forty five years ago we ran into one another. Friendly enough depending which one you run into. I've only met the cambions though. Might be worth talking to the demon smith. That's who makes Legion's gear."
x-x-x
Fang walked into the workshop and dropped down with a long drawn out sigh. "I need a new mask."
"Can you last a week?" Kadota asked from the counter.
"Do we have a choice?"
"No. You're looking at a week tomorrow."
Fang grimaced. "That'll have to do."
"Got some more weapons and armour for you though."
"For me?"
"For all of you."
x-x-x
Shizuo didn't like being without the mask. He knew he relied on it too much but it was what kept everything separate. It was why the changes were flawless. One week. He could do that. Fang, BB and Kitty were out. And what the hell had she been doing with Izaya's wife?! Hanejima and Casper were out as well. Those were the rules. Every identity was equal. Every identity had a turn, no skips or redos. It was going to be a long week without his mask.
So for now, he was stuck as himself and that was hell as it was. Shizuo sighed. He could either go into hunting and keep himself better, mope around for the mess of his life or…he owed Karisawa an apology.
So that's what he did. Locked himself away and passed through to the dream realm, picturing Karisawa's shop. The sidewalk was clean. Shizuo walked gingerly into the store, freezing as his arms were filled with woman.
"I owe you an apology." He grumbled.
"Don't worry about it." Karisawa beamed dragging him further into the store. "It's good to see you again. What are you after?"
"My mask won't be finished until next week."
"Ah. You're not risking a change."
"No. You got something?"
"Yep. Go in the back. Vial on the left. Sweet dreams."
Shizuo nodded and did as she said. He laid down on the soft cloud like bed and tossed the vial contents back into his mouth. For the first time in decades everything went silent and it was just him.
x-x-x
"Shizuo's here." His son reported leading him to the dream weaver that had complained about the mess on her sidewalk.
Mikado lead him into the shop and through to the back where Shizuo was asleep. Karisawa stood up wide eyed. "What are you doing?"
"What's wrong with Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked.
"Nothing! He just needed some rest. He doesn't handle things well without his mask."
Izaya was already lifting Shizuo into his arms.
"Hey! You can't take him!"
Mikado shifted them through the dreamscape to where his son's palace was and the bedroom that had been set aside for him. "Well you've got him. Again. What now?"
Izaya set Shizuo down on the covers. "Shizu-chan is mine."
"You're going to piss mother off."
"I'm not so sure about that."
x-x-x
Shizuo was dreaming. He was peaceful and unfortunately his dream was linked into his cambion nature. Of course he was blindfolded. His brain's way of stopping him from rejecting a repeat.
He was naked. That was a good sign. His partner was attentive. That was a very good sign. His partner was touchy feely. That was a great sign. Shizuo gasped and writhed, squirming as every inch of him was explored. Crying out as his partner's long, thick cock pushed past his rim until he felt fleshy ball sac.
Shizuo moaned clutching the bars of the headboard above him. The chains rattling in his ears. He felt like he'd been folded in half, his partner's cock slamming into his prostate. It was delicious torture as he was railed into the bed. He felt the hot spurt of his partner's cum and then he was back again. Strange that. He didn't do repeats. But this was a dream and it felt damn good.
x-x-x
Shizuo yelped as he was flipped over onto his knees, his partner mounting him and slamming inside. It was hot and messy, his partner's hand coiled around his cock, the other one turning his head so they could kiss.
x-x-x
Shizuo winced feeling a soreness in his backside. One that didn't seem to matter as his partner grabbed his leg and slammed up inside him. Shizuo shivered pulled back against his partner's chest.
x-x-x
"You look smug." His wife commented. "What have you done now?"
"Shizu-chan is pregnant." Izaya revealed unapologetically. "We're keeping him this time."
"For fuck sake Izaya..."
"Aoba." Izaya said and his wife froze. "Shizu-chan is a mess without me. Us." Izaya set the binder down on the table. "Every single one of those is one of Shizu-chan's alter egos. Those close to him call him Legion."
"Well with his abilities, it's only natural he's used them to become someone…else." Izaya watched his wife turn each page. "Oh."
Izaya kept silent. He knew what would happen if he said those four little words.
x-x-x
Shizuo was pretty sure he was dreaming. Except he was being slapped and someone was riding his cock, the heat clenching like a vice around him. Opening his eyes he stared up at Izaya's wife straddling him.
"…your majesty." He said lamely.
"Aoba." The demoness purred. Shizuo's jaw went slack. He knew what had happened the last time a demon gave his name. "You're pregnant. Again. My husband. Again."
Shizuo blinked. "Oh. Are you taking this one too?"
"Yes. And you as well." Aoba continued shocking him. "You're to be our consort."
"Um…that's- uh…I- uh what?"
Izaya's wife rode him to confused orgasm. Shizuo was wondering what alternative reality he'd woken up in or if Karisawa had spiked his tonics.
Aoba leaned down and kissed him, pressing her breasts to his chest. "The ceremony will begin shortly."
Shizuo stared at the maids waiting at the door. He was back in the mansion. Aoba climbed off of him and kissed his cheek. "See you at the altar."
Shizuo yanked his ass back onto the dream plane and groaned seeing Mikado sitting opposite him. He was also astral. Fuck knows what the maids were doing about his body.
"I just won a bet." Mikado shrugged. "They won't allow you to run. Father gets what he wants. Mother has decided she wants you too. You might as well accept you're a part of the family. Take your time and relax, mom. The maids will get you ready."
Shizuo shuddered feeling tense and confused and his soul ached. "This is…awkward."
Mikado poured tea into his cup. "No. Awkward is when Shizuo jr wants to know you. My parents haven't kept his conception a secret. My brother knows who you are."
Shizuo slumped. His skin itched and he felt the need to run. Looking down he noticed the spelled bracelet locked around his wrist. "What?"
"Until you get your new mask, that thing disables all of your abilities. You're essentially human at the moment."
Shizuo frowned and played with the bracelet. "…that's cool."
"Yeah. So you can relax now." Mikado said filling his plate with chocolate.
x-x-x
Famous last words of bullshit, when the ceremony was in hell. Shizuo had returned to his body and found himself in hell. The literal demon realm, complete with boss level game style castle.
Shizuo was in a tux and he was pretty sure he had makeup on. He'd likely been plucked and waxed as well. He did like his manicure though.
The ceremony was just like every church ceremony, except he was led to where husband and wife were waiting. He barely listened to the vows. He opened his mouth when told and felt the binding chain around his soul. He would never escape either of them.
At the end of the vows, Mikado left taking Shizuo with him. Quite a few left and Shizuo wanted to join them. Instead he was lifted onto the altar where they'd given their vows and his tux was shrugged from his shoulders.
Shizuo frowned looking out into the crowd. Surely he wasn't supposed to have sex in front of everyone. But he was being stripped naked and Izaya's wife was between his legs, sucking on his cock. The bastards were overwhelming and he could feel changes like a ripple through his body.
Izaya's wife paused, taking his cock in hand, whilst she tongued his clit. He felt a sharp scrape of something pointed and them she bit him and something hot, potent and dizzying spiralled through his body.
It didn't help that Izaya was in his ass, hands on his breasts and teeth with the same sharp points biting into his throat. Shizuo spasmed and they held him as demon venom spread through his body.
x-x-x
The demons dispersed and Izaya picked Shizuo from the alter. Their consort had held on until the end but a double dose of venom had been too much. He'd gone into a half half form, skin soft and bare breasts resting against him.
It wasn't the end of their play. Oh no. Izaya took their consort to the marital chamber and heard his wife lock them in. He set Shizuo down on the bed and took a step back. His wife had no qualms, already shifting Shizuo into her lap and slicking her fingers inside their consort's pussy.
Izaya watched as their breasts rubbed together and Shizuo groggily tried to reciprocate. Aoba grinned and sank her teeth in. "Not too much." He warned.
"If anything it needs to be more. The bond needs to hold throughout his alter egos."
"Then by all means." Izaya climbed onto the bed, pulling Shizuo into his lap and curled a hand around their consort's cock. Shizuo was limp resting against him, his body burning up. Izaya traced over the reddened area with his tongue. The venom was their bond and the area would be covered in mating marks. No one would have any doubt that their consort belonged to them.
x-x-x
They'd given him time to rest before waking Shizuo to continue. The marks were pretty. Izaya hoped their consort thought so. "Why so much venom?" Shizuo slurred.
"So the bond would stick." Izaya shrugged rolling so Shizuo was on top of him and slid his cock inside. The poor cambion rested on his torso, unable to move.
"I think he's hit his limit." His wife cooed.
Izaya had a feeling his wife was right. Seeing their handiwork he smiled and left their consort where he was already falling asleep.
x-x-x
Shizuo woke up in a large empty bed with the maids standing sentinel. As soon as they saw he was awake, he was guided from the bed and taken to the tub, where they soaked his limp and aching body, minding they didn't cop a feel.
Not that he could stop them. His eyes could barely open and his head was drooped back over the edge of the tub.
Shizuo was still half asleep as they lifted him out and patted him dry. He was clothed in a robe and he knew he'd immediately have to remove the jewels.
Shizuo left them to it, content to regain his energy. Then he could get the fuck out.
x-x-x
Shizuo didn't change alter egos- he couldn't- but he did mess with his hair a little, since he was stuck in the half half form he felt most comfortable in. So he dressed as a woman, looking like one of the maids. And then he left the room, carrying a tray as if that was his job.
All eyes were on him and he frowned as the guards outside his room flanked him. "Consort, the king and queen don't want you leaving the room."
Shizuo scowled. "How?"
"Consort, you are marked."
Shizuo frowned, allowing himself to be escorted back to his room. More awake and suspicious he found the large mirror in the bathroom and held back a scream as he saw his reflection. He'd known his body was covered in hickeys and reddened areas but he hadn't known about the damn tattoo on his face. It was a thin crown of chains and roses permanent across his forehead. It was pretty and looked almost real. It was also plainly obvious to anyone who he was.
He needed out and he needed to see Kadota. As if he'd summoned him. Izaya walked through the door with the man in tow.
Kadota's eyes widened as they took him in. "I've got your mask. You need to stop creating alter egos."
Shizuo glared at Izaya and then addressed Kadota. "Not like I haven't tried to stop. It just happens now."
"Yeah well. This one will crack after two additional alter egos, so no more. It's all I could put together in such a short amount of time."
Shizuo frowned. "What happened?"
"The guy you were looking into, Tom Tanaka? He's a bounty hunter."
Shizuo nodded. "I expected as much. Either that or a mercenary."
"Yeah except he's known for working on the orders of the spirit king."
Shizuo stiffened and grit his teeth.
"You can't kill him." Kadota said. "You took an oath you wouldn't kill any royals or their representatives."
Shizuo scowled. "I know. Anything else?"
"Yes." Kadota said handing over the mask. "The hunter is the hunted. He's being trailed by someone working with the dream queen."
Shizuo bit back a curse. "Fine. I'll stay out of it. Don't think I'll be out anytime soon anyway." He sent the demon another glare. "You know what they're after?"
Kadota shot him a look that made him uneasy. "As far as the rumours go, a five year old child summoned the spirit king into a strip club and a brothel on separate days and somehow the spirit queen tracked him down."
Shizuo choked back a laugh. He bit his lip to stop it quirking upwards. "Oh. And the former dream queen?"
It was Izaya that answered. "The two hate one another. If one is involved the other will be just to beat each other."
Shizuo sighed. "That's not it. Is it?"
Kadota was slow to respond. "I'm guessing it started like that. But she found something. Now she's invested in tracking down the summoner. You might wanna lay low for a while."
"Causing trouble, Shizu-chan?" Izaya piped up. Kadota sighed leaving the room.
Shizuo shot the demon a glare. "What the fuck did you do to my face?" He growled stepping into Izaya's space.
x-x-x
Their consort was full of fire. Izaya pulled Shizuo forward and licked the bond marks. "This is the only finished one it would seem."
Shizuo recoiled and slapped him away. Izaya caught his wrist with ease pressing their bodies together. The mask dropped but a quick glance showed that it hadn't broken.
"Temper temper, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo glared at him, cheeks heating. Izaya waited a beat and when their new consort showed no attempt of moving, he slid a hand in Shizuo's hair and kissed him.
Their consort stiffened against him. "You should let me go."
Izaya snorted. Small and of course dignified. He was the demon king after all. "I finally have you where I want you, Shizu-chan. Why would I let you go?"
His consort blinked at him and laughed. Izaya was taken aback. Shizuo grinned widely and continued to laugh. "You don't know." More laughter. "You don't know."
"I know you're a cambion and a spirit gate." Izaya forced a sigh as if bored. "I know you've gone overboard creating alter egos."
"And?" Their consort asked looking smug.
Izaya felt a sharp twinge through the bond. "Aoba! Stay here, Shizu-chan."
x-x-x
Shizuo wasn't one to be obedient. He put on the mask and followed a distance behind. Izaya had gone back to the throne room where the demon queen was trying to keep their son from the clutches of a succubus.
Shizuo scowled, feeling a change throughout his body.
"He's my son." Izaya's wife snarled. "Mine."
"Lies. I can sense-"
"You can sense what?" Shizuo heard the chill in his own voice. Frost. "That child was birthed from the demon queen's womb and you can obviously tell who fathered him."
The succubus glanced at him doing a double take. "Who are you?"
"I'm a…messenger. I guess you could say." Frost walked smoothly into the room, feeling the chill of the spirit gate seep into the floor. He gently eased the demon's wife and child back and took a stance in front of them.
"A messenger for who?" The succubus snapped. "That child-"
"Doesn't have anything to do with you." Frost said coldly. "After all, anything to do with you is bad luck."
"How dare you!" The succubus reached for him, shrieking as she touched a layer of ice instead.
"Why are you at odds with the spirit king?" Frost asked. "That was your doing as well. You sold your illegitimate daughter to him. What did you think was going to happen?"
The succubus froze, her gaze flickering to the thrones behind him. "You fed from humans, laid with them. Let one impregnate you." Frost sighed. "And then you rejected your daughter, as if it was her fault."
Frost grinned behind the mask, cold and cruel. "So, are you looking for the daughter you sold to be the spirit king's plaything? Or are you looking for any children she might've had, so you can see what use they have?"
The succubus opened her mouth, likely to accuse him of something or try and pander to the demon royals.
"Your daughter- even if you abandoned that title- is dead. Reincarnated by now I should think. She escaped the spirit king, found a husband to love and learned how to be a mother." Frost explained. "She didn't hate you. She felt nothing for you. You cut that connection yourself. Touch any of her bloodline or reincarnation and you will find yourself in a fate worse than death."
She didn't seem to get the message, so Frost took off the mask and let her see him. He stared at her with milky white eyes of the dead. Taking a step forward and then another, he lifted a hand and touched her cheek.
"Has the message been received?" He let ice form across her cheek, let it seep into her bones until she fell to her ass and scrambled back. He laughed as he felt her try to charm him. "I'd need a heart and feelings for your power to work." Frost grinned wickedly. "Spoiler alert. I don't."
"Fuck that's cold!" He heard the demon queen complain. With a sigh he pulled back and looked down at the old succubus.
"It would seem I've outstayed my welcome. Run succubus. I will find you." She ran. Frost pulled back further. His boots crunching against the thin ice. He looked around to see the palace had been coated. Not too bad. "My apologies for the mess your majesties."
The demon king studied him. Or more pointedly his forehead. "Who are you? You're not an alter ego."
Frost smiled, making sure to soften the edges. "Frost, your majesty. Where are the baths? I can't have my master getting hypothermia again."
"What are you?" The demon king asked leading the way.
x-x-x
Shizuo stayed under the hot water, clutching his body as his teeth chattered and he'd lost feeling in his legs. His nose was already running. But the water was slowly thawing him out. Izaya sat on the edge of the baths, getting his feet wet.
"They aren't all alter egos."
Shizuo couldn't respond, not risking biting off his tongue.
"Frost didn't have the bond marks."
"Izaya! Stop picking on our consort!" Aoba snapped breezing in and dropping her robe. She stepped into the water and made her way towards him, pressing her breasts against his face, as she hugged him. "Damn, you're cold."
Shizuo felt warmth spread through him as the queen used her power. His shrivelled cock filled and hardened. Aoba curled a hand around it. He heard a slight splash as Izaya slid into the water and joined them.
x-x-x
"Not too much." Izaya murmured, his fingers circling their consort's clit.
"You were the one leaving him shivering." His wife snarked. "It's alright, Shizuo. I've got you."
"Why am I the bad guy here?" Izaya asked, taking Shizuo's weight as their consort melted between them.
"You started it and got him into this mess."
Izaya raised a brow. "Were you listening to the same conversation I was?"
Shizuo moaned and Izaya paused in his stroking. His wife glared at him. "Let him come you idiot."
x-x-x
"Feels like old times." Mikado said with a grin, pushing a drink towards him. Shizuo groaned. "I'll try not to be offended."
Shizuo felt guilty. "It's not you."
Mikado nodded in understanding. "If it's any consolation, it was mother that sent you here. She felt you needed a break."
Shizuo clenched his fists and frowned. "You're not going to ask me?"
"Your business is your own. If you want to talk about something, go ahead. You'll find you'll have a very small inner circle. Anyone can see how possessive my parents are."
Shizuo felt himself relax a little. "I'm not related to the spirit king or the queen. I was born too close to death. Almost still born. My mother told me I was stubborn and didn't breathe my first breath until after they declared me dead. I've met the soul of the child they're looking for. I do carry his soul within in me. You'd know him as Frost on the occasion he wants to use his mother's power, he's more of a cuddler. Thanks to him I'm connected to the gate. But thanks to that any of his genetics or traits may pass onto any offspring."
"Are you going to have mother carry your second child as well?"
"I don't know. It depends on what was passed onto Shizuo." Shizuo said and scowled. "Who named him?"
"Mother did."
Shizuo nodded and left it at that. Aoba had carried a child that wasn't hers, she'd become a surrogate for her cheating husband. She could call the kid whatever she'd wanted.
"He doesn't have any spirit powers, hidden or otherwise. But I guess there's enough of a bloodline to be picked up on."
Shizuo bit out a curse. Frost had fried the bracelet blocking any changes. "I need Aoba to take the baby. Too many brushes to the gate will warp it."
"You could seal your abilities." Mikado suggested.
Shizuo held up his wrist. "All it takes it a whiff of that bloodline. I need to kill them."
Mikado snorted. "You realise my parents aren't going to let you out of their sight? You're their consort. You should be waiting in their bed or draped across their laps."
"Draped in jewels supposedly?" Shizuo joked.
"Or edibles." Mikado shrugged. "What you do with my parents is none of my business."
Shizuo said nothing. His face must've though.
"You're not going to be obedient are you?"
Shizuo decided to be honest. "I've been doing my own thing for half a century. That's not going to change."
End