Class C roster (Izaya's):- 15 girls & 15 boys

Shizu-chan, Masaki-chan, Kai-chan, Mori-chan, Azaki-chan, Ai-chan, Kan-chan, Nao-chan, Katsu-chan, Shiko-chan, Kin-chan, Masa-chan, Taka-chan, Hiro-chan, Tai-chan.

Mikado-kun, Masaomi-kun, Asuka-kun, Kai-kun, Tomo-kun, Chiaki-kun, Maki-kun, Kuni-kun, Go-kun, Yuki-kun, Yasu-kun, Taki-kun, Yoshi-kun, Shichi-kun, Nori-kun.

Twenty-second class - Final lesson

A/N:- Its the end and in my defence my word count app broke. Well the final chapter is always the longest. I had about seven different endings for this one and in the end it wrote itself and chose none of them. Hah. Thank you for all the support and enjoy the final chapter.

"Masaomi?" Shizuo murmured his friend's name barely a whisper on the wind as if Izaya could hear them from their distance.

"Enough." The blond scowled fists clenched in anger. "Why doesn't he let anyone go?" Masaomi kicked the hedge startling a cat hiding behind it.

Shizuo watched the pair make out his own fists clenched and eyes downcast in shame. "...do you want to interfere?"

Masaomi stared daggers at Izaya. "No. I've got a better idea. We're not going back to school."

Shizuo frowned. "Then he'll come after us!"

"Like fuck. This ends today."

"What?" Shizuo whispered watching his friend stalk off with purpose. Glancing worriedly back at Saki and Izaya, the teen hurried after Masaomi hoping he wouldn't do something stupid.

x-x-x

"Uh, why are we here?" Shizuo asked standing outside the adult toy shop. He'd only been here once before but this time he was a well known model. Feeling self conscious Shizuo tugged his hat down adjusting the sunglasses.

"I need supplies." His friend grinned coldly. "Wait here. Don't want any scandals for your modelling career."

Shizuo frowned wondering if it was just him or if Masaomi resented him for modelling. It hadn't been all that great for him. Well the money was good and his schedule was packed but always watching his back had been a nightmare.

"...thanks." The teen grumbled deciding he was putting too much thought into it. Masaomi was angry because of his girlfriend. If he left him alone now something bad would happen. So he kept quiet and followed along. If it got bad he could stop him.

x-x-x

Shizuo swallowed staring at the security guard waiting in the lobby. Izaya's apartment. Why the fuck were they here? His palms felt clammy and his instincts were screaming at him to run, alarm bells ringing. "Masaomi?"

"I've got this." The blond scowled forcing a smile.

Shizuo nodded nervously trailing behind. Why was Masaomi so sure they could get in? Kasuka had tried and hadn't been allowed. Better yet why would they want to go in?

"Where are you two going?" The guard asked as they made it to the elevator.

"Private lesson with our teacher." Masaomi shrugged. "We haven't been to class in a while."

"Oh. It's you. Orihara-san isn't here right now." The guard shrugged.

"That's okay. He told us to go up and wait."

"In that case go on up."

Shizuo inched backwards but the blond grabbed his wrist pulling him into the lift. "How did you know that?" He asked not breaking the hold.

"Seen it before." His friend shrugged releasing him when the door closed. "We'll wait for that bastard in his apartment."

"But it will be locked." Shizuo grumbled.

Masaomi shrugged holding up a key.

The doors slid closed his friend reaching for the button. "What do you mean you've seen it before?" Shizuo asked desperately wanting to believe his friend was innocent.

"Special field trip." The blond shrugged pressing the button.

Shizuo shifted back against the rail feeling like his heart was going to burst. He'd already gone through this once with Mikado. Doubt was filling his mind, whispers telling him not to trust. Whilst his heart was aching wanting to grab the other teen and run.

"...just you or the whole class?" The distance had grown between them, Shizuo standing at the other side of the lift.

Masaomi frowned. "You think I'm like Mikado?"

Shizuo bit his lip afraid to answer.

"You do." The blond sighed slumping against the rail. "You can get off at the next floor if you want. I'll do this myself." The button for the next floor lit up and sure enough the lift stopped and the doors opened. "Go back to your modelling. Next week you can rejoin the class. Maybe they won't be too harsh on you."

"Masaomi..." Shizuo muttered "I don't doubt you."

"You'll help me finish this then?"

Shizuo nodded and the lift continued up to the psychopath's apartment. Following Masaomi out he ignored the little niggle in the back of his mind.

The door unlocked and swung open. Shizuo stopped drowned in Izaya's scent. This was his apartment alright. The other teen vanished inside so he followed.

Shizuo wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe a sex dungeon or his classmates chained to walls with collars around their necks. Izaya's apartment was normal.

A large window, a desk and computer chair. Leather seats and plain walls. It was spotless apart from the strange chair in the centre of the room that looked sort of like a throne.

Masaomi didn't stop to look around going for a door to the right. The last place Shizuo wanted to go was Izaya's bedroom.

The bed was the biggest he'd seen swathed in white and looking innocently inviting. Shizuo repressed a shudder backing away. "What are you looking for?"

"USBs, discs, anything to incriminate that bastard." Masaomi was already opening the dresser drawers.

Shizuo nodded heading for Izaya's desk. There were dozens of USBs in the drawer but he didn't know if they had anything on them. "I think I found some." He called out.

"Bag them!" The blond called back.

Shizuo sighed looking for a bag or something he could use. He found some cling film in the kitchen. Izaya had a lot of cling film. Tearing a piece off, he went back to the desk wrapping the USBs up.

Izaya's laptop was on the desk. Shizuo switched it on leaving it alone when a password bar came up. Hopefully they had what they'd come for. Wrapping the ends firmly he carried his bundle to the bedroom where Masaomi had found a collection of sex toys.

"Woah, that's a lot. Shizuo, sit on the bed."

Shizuo frowned. "Why?"

"Because I've thought of the best revenge against that bastard."

Still frowning he asked "what?"

Masaomi turned to him with a grin. "Why don't we have sex on his bed?"

Shizuo blinked his cock twitching and his heart pounding. "But you're not-"

"It'll be okay if you wear a girl's uniform. I found them stacked up. Well? You in?"

x-x-x

Why had he agreed so easily? Because he was an idiot in love. Shizuo cursed his crush stepping out of Izaya's shower wrapped in a towel. Masaomi had picked a silk yellow thong which he slipped on, along with white stockings, a matching yellow bra and the girl's uniform. The summer uniform he'd hopefully never wear.

Shizuo grudgingly pulled on the short skirt and the short sleeve blouse deciding to leave it unbuttoned. At least the blond hadn't made him wear bloomers. The uniform extras he left off. Revenge or not he was going to have sex with Masaomi, give his virginity to his crush and the blond wouldn't find out his feelings.

"You done yet?" Masaomi knocked on the door.

Shizuo paced. What if Izaya came back and caught them? They'd be trapped. "Almost." He grumbled adjusting himself and heading for the door. His hair was a little damp but that shouldn't make a difference.

Masaomi wolf whistled making him blush. "Damn I missed this sight." Shizuo blushed deeper when the blond flicked up his skirt. "Sexy. Bloomers might have been better though."

"Shut up." Shizuo grumbled both happy and embarrassed.

Masaomi grinned leading him back to the bed where he found the covers a gentle hug and the mattress dipping to hold him. It was as if the bed was a trampoline.

Shizuo shuffled back anxiously laying with his head on the pillow. Izaya's bed. Masaomi crawled up to meet him and press their lips together.

Shizuo tried to stay still not showing just how willing he was. If the blond found out he was actually gay...well he didn't want to think about it. So he kept his mouth shut.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." His crush grinned. "Try and cooperate a little."

Shizuo shrugged keeping his expression bored. It was easier now thanks to his modelling. But when Masaomi kissed him it was harder to contain his happiness. Blushing he moved his lips mimicking the blond. Masaomi didn't like him more than a friend even though the kisses were so passionate. Shizuo sighed remembering that Masaomi didn't have any taste buds. This was all just revenge against Izaya. But he'd take it.

With a soft groan Shizuo cupped the back of Masaomi's head, moving his lips and poking out his tongue. He wasn't pushed away so continued deepening the kiss, moaning as the blond touched his thigh and smoothed along up the skirt.

The thin fabric was pulled, Masaomi's hand cupping him through the yellow material. Shizuo rolled his hips grinding against the hand. Maybe he was showing he was too eager. Until Masaomi said stop he wasn't going to.

And then the blond pulled away looking torn between turned on and disgusted. Shizuo recoiled from the look. "Sorry. I can't. I'll think of something else."

Shizuo nodded trying to ignore the sensation on his lips and his arousal. He'd been rejected and he hadn't even confessed.

"I'll go and see if the coast is clear. Get dressed."

Shizuo nodded again not trusting himself to speak. The blond hurried away and slammed the door. "Shit."

x-x-x

Shizuo didn't move sitting broken hearted in Izaya's bed. He wasn't even good enough to use as revenge. He'd known he and Masaomi would never happen but he still had his dreams and a touch of hope. That was gone now.

Dragging himself from the bed, Shizuo stood up and glanced at the doorway. "Great." He muttered seeing the apartment owner had returned home. So much for Masaomi keeping a lookout.

"Shizu-chan, what are you hoping to accomplish in that get up?" Izaya asked closing the door. Typical the door had a lock.

Shizuo sighed sitting on the edge of the bed. He'd had enough of the games. He'd had enough of caring and getting nothing but pain in return. So he glanced at his teacher, shrugged and sighed again.

"Masaomi-kun, hm?"

The teen flinched at his crush's name.

"He wasn't supposed to bring you here."

Shizuo looked up fighting to meet Izaya's gaze. "Why? Is he your lackey as well?"

"He broke your heart." Izaya guessed. "Masaomi-kun would never choose you, Shizu-chan. No matter how much you love him. He's deluded himself into happiness with Saki-chan."

Shizuo nodded. He knew that already but it didn't mean it hurt any less when Izaya told him. Small knives dug into his side trying to reach his heart.

"You know?" Izaya asked standing in front of him. "You don't know anything, Shizu-chan. There are only two virgins in my class. One is you and the other is Mikado-kun."

Shizuo grit his teeth but he should've known all along. "When?" He couldn't help ask.

Izaya grinned lifting his chin. "Since the beginning. Masaomi-kun confronted me about Saki-chan."

Shizuo closed his eyes. "What do you want?" He wasn't trembling in fear, he was just tired. If Izaya wanted his virginity he could have it.

"To play." Izaya said. Shizuo opened his eyes. "You're nothing but a game piece. Something to help stave the boredom. Have you given up, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo shrugged staring at Izaya- really looking- and seeing what was beyond their fearsome teacher. Standing slowly he found that Izaya hadn't grown but he had. He was just slightly taller now and would continue growing.

"Were you really this small?" Shizuo asked quietly.

Izaya slapped him weak and pushed him onto the bed. "It seems you've gotten a little overconfident, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo blinked at the sharp blade pointed at his throat. Izaya smirked down at him straddling his hips. "Aren't you going to take it?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Izaya shrugged. "Your classmates miss you. Did you know they buy the magazines you're in and carry them like special charms? If only they knew the reality. You've never been free Shizu-chan, you never will."

Shizuo sighed. "You don't like sex, do you?"

"Hm? What gives you that idea?"

Shizuo shrugged. "It's always toys or threats. Even in the videos-"

"-You couldn't help but watch them." Izaya interrupted. "How was it watching your classmates succumb to me?"

"...boring." Shizuo lied. "I've seen better amateur pornos." His fellow models loved watching them. Then of course there was the one where he realised he liked men.

Izaya gently eased the sharp edge across his throat. "You shouldn't lie, Shizu-chan. I know you were aroused just like you are now." Izaya squeezed his erection. "You're thinking about it now, how it would feel for me to be inside you."

Shizuo shivered a chill up his skirt. Izaya's hand rubbed him through the thong.

"Shinra misses you." Izaya whispered tugging at the string. "He was looking forward to giving you your first practical. But you're not going back to class are you? You've already made up your mind."

Shizuo growled face flushed.

"I know you better than you know yourself Shizu-chan. You knew it would end badly if you came here. Just like you knew Masaomi-kun would reject you. But you still came anyway."

"Because it has to end." Shizuo grumbled.

"Everything has to end." Izaya shrugged. "The game has been set from the start, Shizu-chan. The ending is decided from your actions. So choose."

Shizuo grit his teeth. "Why didn't you involve my parents?"

"Because they're your trigger, Shizu-chan. Kasuka-kun too. They bring out the monster in you and it's not the monster I want."

"You're scared of me." Shizuo realised.

Izaya laughed drawing blood. "I'm not scared of anything, Shizu-chan."

"Then why a school?" Shizuo swallowed watching his blood trickle. "Why choose kids to abuse? Why can't you pick on someone your own age?"

Izaya flinched. Barely noticeable if not for the blade jerking. "I'm getting bored of listening to you, protozoan. Maybe I should silence you."

Shizuo remembered Celty.

"See now you shut up. I think you need to go into detention Shizu-chan, somewhere isolated where you'll never see the light of day. You've forgotten everything I've taught you."

Izaya climbed off him enough to roll him over and shove his face into the pillow. "We'll do it from scratch. I'll teach you everything you need to know and this time you won't forget."

Shizuo shuddered trembling. Izaya's hand slapped across his butt a harsh sting. "What's it going to be, Shizu-chan? Are you going to do as I say or do I have to call Shinra?"

Shizuo whimpered feeling something slap him again. It wasn't Izaya's hand. A belt maybe or a toy. Either way it hurt. "Stop."

"You were the one that wanted it to end, Shizu-chan. If you'd done as you were told this wouldn't have happened."

Shizuo scowled. What had happened to his awareness earlier? He'd felt so strong. How? Masaomi had rejected him. He'd been tired. Flinching at another sting the blond shied away.

"You chose this." Izaya reminded him.

"Stop please!" Shizuo begged his ass sore.

It was a belt. Shizuo rolled over seeing it dangling in Izaya's hand. "No more."

Izaya grinned dropping the belt and unzipping his fly. Shizuo crawled over shaking. "Do you remember your first lesson, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo stared at his teacher's erection. He'd never been able to forget. He nodded but apparently that wasn't enough. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Izaya demanded.

Shizuo hung his head. "Yes sensei."

The moment Izaya's cock touched his lips the teen recoiled. "No." He wouldn't go back. Scrambling from the bed he wrenched the door open and ran out. Izaya caught him tripping him up and sending him face first into the floor.

"Where are you going Shizu-chan?"

"Away from you." Shizuo growled fighting to get up.

"That's worked so well for you so far." Izaya tapped the blade against the back of his ankle. "Should I seal your movements Shizu-chan? Do you know what this part is called? It's your Achilles' tendon. What do you think would happen if I cut it?"

Nothing good. Shizuo stopped struggling. Izaya watched him carefully the threat still lingering. "Get up. Go sit in the throne."

Shizuo walked with the knife at his back. "This is from the cultural festival." Izaya told him. "Of course you missed it. Sports day as well. Sit down."

Shizuo glanced at the binds sitting hidden in the side of the arms. Hoping he was right he grabbed Izaya pushing his teacher into the chair. Nothing happened.

"Your punishment level just keeps increasing, Shizu-chan." Izaya put one knee over the other.

"I'm leaving." Shizuo growled glancing at the door. "A-and you're going to leave me alone."

Izaya raised a brow. "Am I?"

Shizuo nodded backing away. "The videos-"

"That deleted themselves straight after you watched them?" Izaya asked.

Shizuo swallowed. "We- I filmed them. If you don't leave me alone I'll give them to the police."

His teacher laughed at him. "So that's how you want to do this? Blackmail?" Izaya stood stalking over to him. "For a start my voice or face wasn't on the videos. It could be anyone. And you should only make threats like that when it's too late to take them back."

Shizuo backed up against the wall tripping over his own feet. Izaya pressed against him. "Shizu-chan, you're weak and powerless. A pathetic excuse for a human and an even worse monster. You want to know why I'm a teacher? It's because of development. School decides what sort of adult you'll be. If your classmates graduate they'll be free. I'll give them my blessing to suffer amongst their peers. If they fail they'll remain under my care. I can't have my humans bullying them."

Shizuo flinched shivering as Izaya's fingers touched his cheek. "Shizu-chan, if you graduate you'll get to live. If not I'm going to have to kill you. I can't allow a violent monster like you to live amongst my humans." Izaya smiled sympathetic "It's not over for you yet. I can teach you."

"...no." Shizuo murmured.

"You have no one, Shizu-chan. Masaomi-kun rejected you, Mikado-kun betrayed you. You have no friends and no one that loves you."

"My parents love me." Shizuo trembled.

"Unconditional. Do you intend to live with your parents until you're old and grey?"

"My brother-"

"Isn't here. You two haven't seen each other in a while."

"He's busy!"

"Avoiding you." Izaya shrugged. "Kasuka-kun wants his own life. Successful, married, children. Why would he want his failure of an older brother trailing after him?"

Shizuo fell silent. Izaya was just trying to get into his head. Masaomi...had abandoned him. His crush had said he'd keep an eye out.

Izaya led him to the throne and flopped him down. With a click of a button the manacles flipped over sharply trapping his wrists and ankles.

x-x-x

Izaya left him alone to wallow in self pity. Shizuo stared at the far wall thinking over everything Izaya had said. Masaomi had abandoned him. After all he'd been so damn obvious about his feelings. His brother wouldn't want anything to do with him.

But his teacher hadn't touched him. He'd been left alone. Shizuo frowned not that he wasn't happy but a part of him just wanted it to be over.

A knock at the door made him jump. Izaya grinned taking the package in and hurriedly closing the door. "It's the transport to your new home, Shizu-chan. Where our special lessons will take place."

Shizuo stared at the wooden coffin covered in small holes. The manacles clicked up leaving him to stagger into the box. Izaya had drugged him. At some point he'd been asleep. Desperate came to mind. His teacher straightened him out grinning down at him.

The lid came down with a finality. Shizuo stared through the little holes seeing colours but nothing big enough. His fingers didn't even fit. Vaguely he heard a ripping sound. Tape? Whatever it was sounded all around him.

Masaomi had abandoned him and he'd never see his parents again. It was the end of the game and Izaya had won.

x-x-x

Shizuo heard the door and Izaya's voice. "I want this delivered to this address, courier-san. You know what will happen if you mess this up...good...deliver it within the hour and let me know when it's arrived."

Shizuo felt the ground shift, his prison lifted and carried away. Another of Izaya's minions. Probably the strong one. It would be pointless to shout for help. He could only hope the drug would wear off by the time he got to his destination.

The coffin bounced a lot smacking into the wall by the sounds of it. Shizuo's head lolled back and forth, his body bouncing with the harsh movement.

A cold chill passed through the holes. A mechanical roar filled his ears. Shizuo felt the ride become smoother slightly. But it looked like he was outside now and on the road. Going at a fast speed by the sound of it.

x-x-x

Shrill sirens sounded around him. Shizuo couldn't find it in himself to become hopeful. But the sirens got closer and then his journey got faster. There were a lot of turns and swerves as if it were a high speed chase. His head knocked against the wood dozens of times.

Then the sirens were gone and so was he. Shizuo felt like he was falling. The courier had probably dropped the box. It didn't matter. No one would care. Apart from Izaya. But he didn't want that kind of care.

The box broke his fall slamming hard into the ground. Shizuo lay still staring at the sun as the box cracked around him. Footsteps hurried towards him, a familiar yellow cat helmet staring down at him.

Eh? Shizuo. What are you doing here? She typed.

Celty.

Shizuo laughed tears rolling down his cheeks.

x-x-x

Shizuo sat on the back of Celty's motorcycle holding onto her slim waist. She was taking him home. She hadn't asked about Izaya and he hadn't said anything. No doubt she'd report back to Izaya and Shinra.

They were soon outside his house. Shizuo scrambled off the bike feeling sick and weak. Celty sturdied him which he quickly shook off and hurried to the door.

His mother answered looking furious. "I'm sorry I'm late." He murmured tired. It looked like a whole day had passed. He'd spent the night at Izaya's.

"There's something you need to see." His mother still looked angry guiding him into the kitchen where his father sat with the newspaper stretched out.

Shizuo felt his world collapse staring at the pictures. They were of him. Not his model ones but pictures from during detention, where he was blindfolded and deaf knee deep in custard.

Teenage model custard obsession. Was one of the headlines. The others were worse. Izaya had ruined his career.

"What's going on?" His mother demanded. "Where have you been? Why are you covered in scrapes and cuts? What are you wearing?"

Shizuo blinked looking down at himself. His father rounded the table grabbing his chin and stretching his eyelid up. "Are you drunk? Drugs? Have you been taking drugs?"

Shizuo threw up and passed out on the kitchen floor.

x-x-x

"Humans are fickle." Izaya's voice filtered through his ears. "One moment they love you and the next they don't. They believe what they see even if it's not true."

Shizuo flinched opening his eyes and seeing Izaya standing over him. His eyes grew wide at the knife in his teacher's hand. His scream was silenced before it even started. Blood flowed something warm pressed into his hand.

"You said you'd talk. This is a consequence of your own decision." Izaya whispered.

Now someone did scream and his ears were overloaded with noise. Izaya was gone.

x-x-x

"I don't understand." His mother cried.

Shizuo opened his eyes seeing Izaya leaning against the wall arms crossed.

"I did everything a mother should. Why? What happened to my baby?" He hated it when his mother cried. His father stood with a hand on her shoulder. "Why would he take drugs and slit his throat?"

"Your son had a lot on his shoulders." Izaya said. Shizuo glared at him. "I warned him going into modelling was too much, he chose to drop out of school anyway."

Lies. What bullshit was Izaya saying now? Shizuo sat up opening his mouth but nothing came out. Frowning he tried to shout. Izaya smirked tapping his throat and behind his parent's back drawing a finger across his throat.

Izaya had made sure he couldn't speak. The bastard had slit his throat. Shaking his head he grabbed at his mother who embraced him sobbing loudly.

"I'm sorry. I failed you." She cried. "I thought you were strong enough."

Shizuo shook his head looking for something to write with. There was nothing. Again he caught Izaya's grin. Why was his silence so important? The bandages around his throat were constricting.

"Can you help him?" His father asked looking at Izaya.

"I don't want to separate him from his parents." Izaya said softly stepping up to the bed.

"But you can help him? You're his teacher and... a doctor?"

"Counsellor." Izaya said. "If he doesn't want to live with you then I can be his live-in tutor and counsellor. He'd only need to see the minimum people. I'd advise the two of you to move as well. The media will start harassing you and then there are the fans who will feel betrayed. Shizu-chan will only feel guilty if he sees the trouble its causing you."

Shizuo shook his head staring horrified at his mother. "Please, take care of our son." His mother held him close squeezing him and ignoring his silent pleading.

x-x-x

His parents abandoned him. Shizuo watched them drive out of town under the guise of a new identity. It was one Izaya had set up for them but only temporary until they could make it official. Shizuo stood trembling under Izaya's arm.

"Come on, Shizu-chan. You're late for class." Izaya urged him forward. "If you get bullied by your classmates, I'll have to teach you at home."

Shizuo shivered looking over his shoulder but there was no one left for him. Everyone had abandoned him.

x-x-x

Izaya threw him straight into class. He sat in the middle feeling everyone stare at him. Mikado sat at the front staring adoringly at their teacher. There was no sign of Masaomi. Shizuo had mixed feelings about that.

Shinra sat at Izaya's desk. Izaya had taken control of all classes becoming their only teacher and Shinra their assistant teacher.

"Good morning class C. As you've noticed Shizu-chan has rejoined us. I hope you'll all give him a warm welcome. Because he's missed so much, I've decided to make Shizu-chan class pet until graduation."

Shizuo shuddered.

"Now I'm sure you're all aware Shizu-chan is a virgin, so no penetration. Other than that you can do as you like. Now then, Shinra would like to start this lesson."

Shizuo shrank down in his seat. Shinra stood up grinning. "The most important thing when it comes to sex is hygiene." Shizuo stared at the long tube and plastic bowl. "I'll need a volunteer. The class pet will do."

Shizuo reluctantly stood making his way to the front of the class. He could feel everyone glaring at him. Izaya bent him over the desk and secured the manacles, thick and heavy just like how he remembered. His skirt was flipped up and the panties removed.

"An enema is what doctors use for constipation or preparing a patient for medical procedures. It can be used to clean the bowels."

Shizuo flinched feeling something solid shoved into him. His hips jolted but no groan of pain left him. Izaya sat in the chair watching him, playing with his mouth.

"Firstly I'm going to insert the tube inside. As you can see it's connected to a pump. When I squeeze the pump the water travels through the tube and into the bowel."

Shizuo held onto the desk feeling his ass fill with water. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

Izaya leaned forward nipping at his ear. "It'll feel even better with me inside you."

Shizuo shook his head. The water was still going inside, his stomach hurting. Shinra continued filling him so much that he'd thought he'd burst. But then the feeling was gone, the sound of water dribbling against plastic was humiliating. He cried out but no one could hear him. Only Izaya witnessed his shame.

x-x-x

His class tracked him to the roof during lunch and break. With the exception of Mikado they took him into the changing rooms surrounding him. Punishment for abandoning them and giving them false hope came swiftly. The punch to his jaw didn't hurt much, neither did the kick to the stomach. Their blows rained down on him and he found himself glad Mikado was protected by Izaya and Masaomi had gone awol. Neither of them would have survived.

Shizuo couldn't get his feelings across, his apologies or his guilt. Izaya had taken that away from him. His classmates didn't want anything sexual with him, not yet. They just wanted to vent their anger on him.

He took it all until the bell rang and Izaya came to collect him. "Your classmates bullied you, ne?"

Shizuo blinked painfully his eye feeling swollen. Being on his knees hurt, his blood splattered across the floor. Izaya held his chin looking down on him.

"Do you want it to stop? It's only going to get worse." Izaya whispered. "I can make sure they leave you alone."

Part of him knew he deserved it but right now he was in pain and the cowardly part of him was in control. Pawing at Izaya's fly, Shizuo winced opening his mouth around his teacher's cock.

"Should I take that as a yes?" Izaya asked stroking his hair.

Shizuo closed his eyes and hated himself for nodding. Izaya's laughter echoed in his ears.

x-x-x

Within a week or less he'd lose his virginity. Shizuo could tell that from the first day. Classes were either exams or sexual lessons. Izaya had upped his game.

Everyone else took the school bus home. Izaya had locked him in the car whilst he made the route dropping everyone home. The bus was parked up and the door unlocked. He wasn't left alone for long.

Izaya's new apartment was more like a sex dungeon. There were cameras everywhere and chains on the walls. Every door was a thick steel with hefty locks. Thankfully he didn't have to sleep with Izaya and had his own room. The only problem was the foreplay he had to put up with and sleeping chained in the bed.

Izaya kept him fed giving him the basic nutrients but nothing that would stimulate his strength. The walls weren't soundproof because no one could hear him scream anyway.

His extra lessons or detention varied from mental games to harsh whipping and some of form of pained pleasure where he could never come. Shizuo collapsed to the floor covered in a sheen of sweat. He didn't bother massaging his wrists. Izaya guided him into the bedroom and locked the door like he was a monster in a cage.

x-x-x

Izaya attacked him in the shower washing him out properly and reminding him of Shinra's enema. "Are you looking forward to today, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked grinding against him. "Your lip is split. You've got a black eye."

Shizuo nodded pressed against the wall. Izaya's fingers slipped inside him. Three. Then four. Shizuo cried out his mouth opening but no sound. Izaya's whole hand was inside him.

"Morning." Mikado smiled stepping into the shower. Only Izaya received the smile.

Shizuo ignored the glare sent his way. Mikado had managed to live with Izaya.

"Hurry up or we'll be late." Izaya let him go panting against the wall. Shizuo weakly hit it sliding down the tiles. Either or both pulled him up and into the bedroom.

x-x-x

Dressed as a girl-the only clothes he got to wear now- Shizuo left the apartment making his way into the elevator. He was quicker than the other two. Just as he caught sight of Izaya, the doors closed taking him down. He'd get punished for that.

The doors stopped at the next floor. Up instead of down. The moment they were opened Celty pulled him out pressing all of the buttons before the doors closed. Shizuo frowned tilting his head. He didn't have a phone or anything to write with and Izaya had refused to teach him sign language.

Celty ran with him in tow skirt flying up whilst her leather jumpsuit stayed stuck in place. The apartment block had a set of two staircases and elevators. Celty pulled him into what looked like a cleaning closet down the hall and pointlessly covered his mouth.

Stay still. She typed.

Shizuo did nothing. Izaya would catch them. If not him then Shinra. There was no escape. Celty was just another person to betray him.

x-x-x

An hour later Celty pushed open the door letting him out. Shizuo expected to see Izaya or Mikado waiting but the halls were empty. It was only after they'd taken the elevator down and left the lobby, Shizuo began to realise Izaya had left him to go to school.

Stepping outside he followed Celty to her motorcycle hidden in the alley between the apartment blocks. Not caring where they went, Shizuo hopped on and held on tight.

He could have laughed seeing that again Celty had caught the attention of the traffic cops. He could feel her trembling against his arms but she didn't slow down and she didn't speed up.

They swerved through traffic past the school, past Russia sushi and out of Ikebukuro. Shizuo frowned wanting to ask where they were going.

x-x-x

Celty dumped him in the middle of nowhere. She hugged him and showed what she'd written. I'm sorry. Then she drove away back the way she'd come.

Shizuo sighed staring at the van sitting waiting. An adult male in a hat wearing green and khaki. "Shizuo Heiwajima?"

Shizuo took a step back.

"Kadota Kyohei. I'm here to escort you back to your family."

Shizuo took another step back.

"I don't have time for this!" A voice yelled in the van. "Do you know what Orihara will do when he finds out my van is involved?"

Kadota sighed. "It's fine if you don't want to come. I'll give you the map and you can see how far you get before he catches you."

Shizuo took a step forward looking into the open back of the van. The woman from the sex toy store sat arms folded sulking.

"I still say Iza-Iza could have fallen in love."

Kadota laughed ushering him inside and slamming the doors. "We don't have time for one of your fantasies."

x-x-x

Again he was ditched and the van raced off, someone shouting "good luck" through the window.

Shizuo staggered forward collapsing to his knees seeing the red sports car. "Nii-san." Kasuka helped him up and led him to the passenger seat. They drove around town taking every road and backstreet.

Shizuo frowned but believed in his brother. Kasuka drove into a packed car park and left the car. Confused he got out following silently behind. Kasuka led him down to the lower floor where a silver car beeped, lights flashing.

The teen climbed in feeling safer with the hood up. Kasuka reversed continuing their journey. At one point they stopped off abandoning his girl uniform and changed into jeans and a white hooded sweatshirt that reminded him of Masaomi.

Kasuka changed cars twice downgrading with each one. The new one was black and had scratches. He'd been staring so he noticed the rust. They drove all day stopping at night.

Shizuo slept in the back seat of the car curled up, ignoring the pain in his butt. Thanks to his classmates he ached all over. "Get some rest, nii-san." Kasuka whispered.

x-x-x

They were driving again. Shizuo kept his head down terrified of seeing his parents again. He was a mess and he couldn't give an excuse.

Kasuka stayed silent probably because he couldn't respond. Shizuo was thankful for it but he wanted to hear his brother's voice to at least confirm this wasn't a dream.

Reaching through the gap he tugged gently at Kasuka's sleeve. "Nii-san? You okay?" Shizuo nodded easing back down. "We'll be home soon."

The house he didn't recognise but he knew the man and woman standing at the door. His mother was in tears again. Shizuo stepped out of the car tempted to hide.

"It's okay nii-san." Kasuka pushed him gently forwards staying at his back.

"Oh honey I'm so sorry." His mother broke down squeezing him whilst his father guided them inside away from prying eyes.

Shizuo stood frozen as his mother ran her hands over his body checking for injuries. Her thumb traced his split lip and the edge of his black eye.

"I'm so sorry."

Shizuo tilted his head. Behind him he heard something he'd never thought he'd hear again. His voice.

"No Kasuka, you don't. Izaya likes his mind games. It feels like we're an experiment. He pokes and prods, humiliating us until we break. I don't know what the class was like before but now they're what Izaya has made them."

Shizuo turned staring at the recorder in his brother's hand. "I had to show them nii-san. I couldn't let them leave you with your teacher."

Shizuo swallowed turning back to his parents. There was shame in his mother's eyes. Sniffling he began to cry and then he was sobbing in his mother's arms whilst she held him. Behind him he could hear everything he'd told Kasuka playing through the recorder.

x-x-x

Inside a small apartment in Ikebukuro a half dressed girl danced as if she was a fairy. Her sheer nightdress revealed her slim frame. Her nakedness didn't bother her. Neither did the fact that everyone could see her if they looked towards the balcony. It was a long way down. The only ways out of the apartment were suicide or through the locked door of which she didn't have a key.

There was another door, that one was locked too. Not for long though. Saki smiled as the door opened. "Izaya-sama." She beamed gliding up to him.

He gave her the needed affection before handing her his coat and bag. Saki coveted them taking them back to the sofa where she played the loyal watch dog.

"Masaomi-kun." She heard Izaya say. Saki smiled sneaking a peek. She hadn't seen her boyfriend in a while. He was being punished so they'd been separated.

"Bastard." Her boyfriend spat. Saki deflated. Why couldn't he be nice to Izaya?

"That's Izaya-sama to you. Saki-chan!"

Saki jumped when she was called hurrying into the room. Masaomi was chained to the bed spread eagled playing with Izaya's toys.

"Your boyfriend has been unfaithful."

Saki frowned staring at Izaya.

"I didn't do anything!" Masaomi snapped.

"No? So you didn't fall in love with Shizu-chan and help him escape?"

Her boyfriend perked up. "He escaped? You don't know where he is?" Masaomi laughed. "You don't do you? Looks like he was saved. Your only failure, right?"

Saki hovered worriedly. Izaya looked angry. "You're still here."

Masaomi shrugged. "You've got Saki. Like I'd go anywhere. So Shizuo got away. A virgin?"

Saki frowned unused to seeing her boyfriend happy and Izaya angry. "A complete failure for you then. Good luck to him."

"Saki-chan close the door. I need to put Masaomi-kun in detention."

Saki looked worriedly between her master and her boyfriend. Stepping out she closed the door humming softly to cover Masaomi's screams. Although this time it sounded like laughter.

x-x-x

Mikado paced the apartment he'd managed to move into. Izaya hadn't been happy but he'd been persistent. Which had been fine until Izaya had gotten the one he really wanted. He'd seen Shizuo take the elevator up and had lied walking past the janitor closet, hoping that once again the attention would be on him.

Instead Izaya had spent every hour not teaching searching for the blond. But the trail had gone cold. Now his classmates did celebrate pushing Izaya's buttons. Again they'd been given hope and this time it wasn't Izaya's doing.

Right now Mikado remained untouched, the only virgin in the class. Izaya refused to play with him no matter how much he tried seducing him. If not Shizuo it was Masaomi who Izaya spent his attention on.

His own fault. He'd been the one to catch Masaomi stalking the elevator and the stairs. He'd used the drug Shinra had given him to make the blond unconscious, allowing Izaya to catch Shizuo. A mistake. He should have let them both escape, then Izaya's focus would be purely on him.

Mikado frowned touching the mirror. He was plain and boring. Not special enough for Izaya to touch him. So maybe he had to become a little forceful himself. Maybe if there was no one left in the class, he'd have Izaya all to himself. Or maybe he could have the class do the dirty work for him. He'd guide them to take their teacher down and then finally Mikado would have Izaya. His reflection smiled blue eyes glittering.

x-x-x

Celty cooked and cleaned trying not to let the guilt show through. She'd saved someone she'd like to think of as a friend. He had become just like her with a mark the exact same. Shinra never knew who or what had made her mute. He still didn't. Though maybe seeing the bandage around Shizuo's throat had made him think.

Izaya had never liked her. His best friend was Shinra and she'd been trying to steal him away with her sweet voice. Even at a young age Izaya had been terrifying, overly smart and possessive.

It was probably the first miscalculation of Izaya's life. Shinra had devoted his life to her and she'd taken to wearing a helmet just so Izaya wouldn't get any ideas and try gouging her eyes out or this time try slicing all the way through.

As well as her silence she'd been expected to be his courier for dangerous parcels that helped pay for her and Shinra. She'd carried all sorts from letters to guns. She'd played ignorant so her happiness with Shinra wasn't affected.

But she hadn't been able to ignore Izaya's latest obsession. She'd liked Shizuo and knew nothing good waited for him. The first time Izaya had taken him back. The second time had been a success, a chained network breaking off and leaving multiple dead end paths. Izaya knew she was involved and he'd probably make her suffer. But if Izaya hurt her he'd lose Shinra.

x-x-x

Class C threw a party, along with Izaya's desk out of the window, along with their desks. It was a moment of celebration and rebellion. Izaya would track them down and punish them but they'd all agreed Shizuo was free. So they could be too. One at at a time but they could get out. If not they only had to suffer until graduation.

So despite the threat looming over them, they celebrated ransacking the lockers, tearing up the girl uniforms half of them had been forced to wear and generally causing chaos in the little window of time they'd been given. They'd witnessed false hope and an okay'd escape. Now they'd witnessed a real escape and the rage their teacher wore cloaked around him. Their assistant teacher tried to stop them but they'd tied him up and left him in the infirmary.

Shizuo was the first. They'd make sure he wouldn't be the last. There was freedom after Izaya, they just needed to reach for it. "ALL HAIL SHIZU-CHAN!" They shouted in unison disrupting the other classes. It wasn't them that would get blamed, it would be the irresponsible teacher that had left them alone on self study. Either they'd be severely punished or Izaya's time at the school was coming to an end.

x-x-x

Izaya raped him but that was nothing new. Masaomi arched back in the chains laughing at the frustration in Izaya's face. Shizuo had escaped. One person had been saved and he couldn't be happier it was Shizuo.

From the start he'd tried leaving hints and helping free the blond. He should have known Mikado was already un-saveable. With the way his old best friend was, it would be Izaya that needed a restraining order.

Shizuo though, he was an innocent, the kindest monster he'd ever met, one that didn't belong in the hell hole that Izaya resided over. Shizuo was his friend, too precious to dirty over revenge and in general. After all he had Saki, as broken as she was. Shizuo deserved someone that loved him for who he was and not just because he looked sexy as hell in bloomers or that yellow thong. Preferably a woman as well so he could have a family.

"What's so funny, Masaomi-kun?" Izaya pressed him against the mattress tearing him open.

Masaomi laughed pushing himself up and dislocating his shoulder. It was a trick he'd picked up during his years with Izaya ready to surprise and escape. Now he used it to manipulate the chains and push Izaya down so he could ride him.

His teacher was minutely shocked. Masaomi rose and sank taking Izaya's cock deep. He often wondered if he would have been a top or a bottom for Shizuo. "What's wrong bastard?" Masaomi laughed as the chains pulled against him. They weren't long enough to strangle Izaya with. A shame. "Today is a day of celebration. I'll let you take the participation award. You can fuck me as long as you want. I'll even fake it for you."

Because even if it was just one person, Izaya had lost. Shizuo was free and he'd be damn happy. His heart had broken hearing how Izaya had slit the blond's throat. But it was okay. Shizuo was strong. He'd recover and Izaya would never lay a hand on him again.

Izaya eyes weren't smiling. They promised punishment. He would suffer but it would be worth it. Just like everyone in class would suffer. Izaya would break them into pieces until they could say nothing but Izaya's name. Luckily he had Shizuo's kiss as his last blissful memory. One that he would savour.

Masaomi felt Izaya's nails gouge into his hips slamming him down as if he was little more than a rag doll. Their positions changed Izaya slamming into him again and again. Closing his eyes he imagined that it wasn't Izaya but Shizuo trying to pleasure him in his clumsy ignorant but caring way. Masaomi sighed wondering if the blond would forgive him for using his image.

Masaomi moaned arching back riding the wave. "Mm, Shizuo." He cried pissing Izaya off further. He didn't care. Right now nothing could ruin his mood.

"Saki-chan!"

Well almost nothing. Reality was a bitch.

"Don't you dare touch her you bastard." Masaomi snapped.

Izaya grinned grabbing his arm and twisting until it threatened to break. "I'm not going to hurt, Saki-chan. But what about your fetus? Its not counted as a baby yet."

Masaomi fell silent laying still. The door opened and Saki walked in light on her feet, looking angelic as she condemned him to hell.

"Yes, Izaya-sama?"

"Come here, Saki-chan."

Masaomi watched as his girlfriend flew to Izaya climbing onto the bed and into his arms.

"Your boyfriend wants some attention."

Saki smiled easing onto his cock squealing as Izaya rocked them both. Masaomi sighed wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her down and holding her close.

Part of him wished he could've reciprocated Shizuo's feelings but he'd already made his choice long ago. "I love you Saki."

His girlfriend beamed. "I love you too."

Izaya smirked moving their bodies like the puppets they were and would always be.

x-x-x

"You should have told us." His father said.

Shizuo hung his head. His mother had given him a pad of paper and a pen. He hadn't used it yet keeping his silence.

"Honey, we're adults, your parents. We're supposed to protect you." His mother coddled him but he didn't mind one bit. He'd slept in his parent's room between his mother and father. Tonight he'd share Kasuka's bed before his brother rushed off to another job. He'd already been fired despite being in the top spot. His popularity had plummeted and apparently his ex manager had been getting death threats. Although some of the more obsessed fans had liked it, their messages even more disturbing.

Shizuo nodded clutching the pen. He didn't know what to write. "Take your time, nii-san." Kasuka rested a hand on his.

Time would hopefully heal him. Maybe he'd be able to talk again, maybe not. Shizuo knew his parents wouldn't let him go. They'd protect him until he became an adult and learned to protect himself. Maybe he'd learn to love again or perhaps not. He was still a child and had room to grow, to understand betrayal and learn forgiveness. For now he was far away from Izaya. The nightmares would haunt him but his psycho teacher would never touch him again.

Class dismissed