Title: - What I want

Rating: - M

Pairing: - Izaya x Shizuo

Disclaimer: - I don't own Durarara

Warnings: Izaya

Summary: - Izaya chooses his own birthday present.

Ugh, he felt like crap. Shizuo opened his eyes, groaning as a wave of nausea washed over him. Never again, he was never drinking again. He ruffled a hand through his fake blond hair, a throbbing in his skull. Once his eyes had finally opened, he found him self in a room he hadn't seen before. Damn it, he didn't make mistakes like this. There was a rustling noise as the bundle next to him shifted.

He had to get out of there, before whoever it was had woken up. Shizuo muffled a curse as he sat up, pain shooting through his lower back, he dreaded what the damp sticky feeling was. Slowly he lifted the covers, seeing that yes, he was naked. White fluid covered his thighs, the blond felt worse as he realized where it was coming from.

He had gotten drunk and let someone fuck him. He had to have let them, otherwise he would have used his strength, unless Shinra had drugged him as well. But he hadn't wanted anyone at the party, it was a normal get together, celebrating -

He didn't remember. Shizuo shuddered as he stood, feeling it dribble from his ass, down his leg. Damn it, where were his clothes? He checked the bed and then the floor, seeing them scattered with the other male's clothes. Shizuo picked up his shirt, slipping his arms through. Where were his trousers? Oh, there they were, right next to the black jacket, with the -

Panic shot through him, he couldn't have... But there in his grip was a familiar jacket, one that belonged to the annoyance in his life, the damn flea. Izaya Orihara. And now he knew, who this organized room belonged to, The party Shinra had forced him to go to was for the flea's birthday. His horrified gaze dropped to his legs. Then the one who had -

"Iza-" Shizuo cut himself off, maybe the flea had been drunk too, maybe he didn't know. He needed to stay calm and get out of here. He froze as he heard a groan, behind him. Don't wake up, don't remember. He could hear the covers being thrown back, that crimson gaze at his back. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." And that annoying voice, the flea knew exactly what he had done.

Ignore him, he needed to get out of their. More movement, footsteps, each one getting closer. Shizuo froze as two arms locked around him. "What's wrong? Shizu-chan." The blond swallowed, where was his rage when he needed it? "Get off me, flea." Cold laughter as a hot breath was felt against his neck. "That's not what you were saying last night."

Izaya's fingers ran over his chest, moving lower and lower. "Do you want to know what you were begging me for?" No he didn't, he wanted to go home and pretend this never happened. He felt the coldness of the ring, as the flea wrapped his hand around his cock. "Fuck, Izaya harder. You let me in so easily, Shizu-chan." He could tell, he was being guided back to the bed. "Spreading your legs so easily."

He gasped in surprise as Izaya squeezed him, his other hand, scooping up the mess that had been left last night. Shizuo found himself on the bed, as the flea pivoted, tripping him up. He landed face first on the bed, groaning as his half mast arousal caught on the covers. "Ne, Shizu-chan. This is mine. I'm leaking out of you." The blond felt his face flush, knowing it was the truth.

He shuddered as a hand was placed on one of his legs, pulling them apart. "Fuck!" He didn't remember last night, but he knew now, the hot burning sensation as the flea ripped into him. His hands fisted, tearing the covers. The flea was laughing above him. After every bone that had been broken and fixed, this hurt more, the flea was rough, handling his body, there was no pleasure.

"You're not begging, Shizu-chan." Shizuo grit his teeth, feeling the cold metal against his throat. He knew Izaya was sick, but to go this far, the flea had gone over the edge. "Fuck you, flea." More laughter, a harsh jerk of hips, feeling Izaya go deeper. This wasn't fighting, or the usual teasing. "I'm fucking you, Shizu-chan. You can feel me inside you. You should be happy, anyone is taking care of a monster like you."

"Then why are you?" More laughter, the sound grated on his nerves, filling him with a small sense of fear. "It's my birthday, Shizu-chan. I'm twenty one today. And as a present to myself, I chose you." He shivered at the tone. "You're not twenty one, flea. Ugh." He felt the other tense, releasing inside him, he felt the flea pull out slowly, grimacing as he felt more fluid leak out. "Silly protozoan, of course I'm twenty one." Shizuo groaned as he was flipped over, forced to look into those red eyes.

"And you're my present." The blond groaned as Izaya stroked him, making him erect. "Every present has to have wrapping." Shizuo glared up at him, as a bright pink ribbon was tied around his base and pulled tight. Then there was a familiar feeling running through his body. Wherever his strength had gone to, it was coming back now.

Red eyes gleamed down at him. "You're smiling Shizu-chan. Five, four." Shizuo felt his rage flood through his body, now it was over for the damn flea. "Three, two, one. Shinra's drug should have worn off now." The blond's smirk vanished as he felt a pinch in his arm. The flea had injected him with something, he could feel it fading again. "There we go. Shizu-chan is my gift."

He tried to get away, but there was that knife and he didn't have his strength, it seemed stronger this time, he could barely move. Is this what had happened last night? "Mine to break or throw away. Maybe I should re wrap you for someone else's birthday? Or sell you on ebay, what do you think? Shizu-chan." He watched through half lidded eyes as the flea fiddled with the top of his cock.

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me." He watched as the flea inserted a single candle holder, using his lighter, to light the candle. "Shizu-chan isn't joining in?" He glared up at him. "Get off me flea." Izaya shook his head. "So cold, protozoan. I was thinking about returning you." Mischievous eyes said otherwise. "No, I'm going to keep you, Shizu-chan." Shizuo looked at him in horror. "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Time to blow out the candle, Shizu-chan." If he ever got out of this, he was going to kill Shinra.

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