PART 11 OVERFLOW
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.11 OVERFLOW
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This post is only for new and continuing fics from part 11! Please do not post new requests here.
ATTN all authors moving fics to this part:
Please put the original URL to your request somewhere in the first part of the fic, just so people a) know what it's for and b) to make things easier for russia_sushi-tachi. Thank you ( Read more... )
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“What’s wrong, Shizu-chan? You’re squirming around an awful lot.”
Shizuo responds to Izaya’s taunt by making a little sound in the back of his throat. It’s actually hard to pin a label to it - a cross between choking and whimpering, high- and then low-pitched - but Izaya is engaged enough by now not to bother himself with linguistic technicalities. It’s pleasant, that’s all, adorable and unguarded and angry - everything he likes to see in Shizuo at times like this.
“Oh,” he teases, then, and his hand ghosts up to tickle the rubbed-raw skin of Shizuo’s wrists. “Is this the problem? I’m sure Shizu-chan would have preferred metal, but - too bad! You’ll have to make do with rope for the time being.”
Shizuo’s breath catches in his throat, but he doesn’t stop glaring at Izaya.
“You fucking… drugged me,” he bites out, and the informant laughs. It’s not the first time Shizuo’s said it, of course, and it’s clear that he still hasn’t entirely wrapped his head around the concept of his situation. Honestly - how surprising is it, really? It’s ( ... )
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Shizuo bites his lower lip, hard, and cocks his head to one side so that he looks just like a little puppy begging for a treat - unintentionally, Izaya’s sure. He’s still mad, but desperation and humiliation can apparently trump that emotion even in people as temperamental as Heiwajima Shizuo.
“I have to go,” he grunts, and then he repeats himself once more, extra quiet so that Izaya has to lean close just to hear him.
“And? I won’t stop you. Have right at it.”
Of course Izaya knows that Shizuo’s not about to do that - he doesn’t mean it, anyway - but he must sound like he does because Shizuo’s eyes immediately widen as he begins to squirm, disbelief coloring his voice as he pleads, “The clothes from my brother - Izaya.”
“Oh!” Izaya’s grin positively radiates amusement. “So Shizu-chan’s really just worried about doing something dirty in his special uniform, is that it?”
“No - yes,” Shizuo snaps, panic bubbling in his voice as Izaya’s hand comes down to hover just above his bladder. “Yes - but -”
“But?” Izaya coos.
“Get the ( ... )
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Izaya chuckles lightheartedly, pulls out his cell phone - slaps his companion’s cheek lightly to startle his eyes open, then shows Shizuo the timer he’s just started.
“Fifteen minutes,” he reads. “Keep going.”
“I can’t!” Shizuo repeats, incredulous, and in the next moment he’s writhing and twitching and his legs are crossed, pulled close to his chest as his breathing quickens desperately. His eyes are screwed shut again, but now it’s only the spots directly beneath his eyes that are flushed - so he’d look like he was crying even without the added hint of shiny wetness lining his lashes.
“Shhh,” Izaya comforts, pressing a quick kiss to Shizuo’s forehead; it’s just a little bit sweat-damp. “If you can’t hold it, I promise not to punish you for more than a day or two.”
Shizuo stares up at Izaya. “What’re you…?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Izaya wonders, exulting in the apprehensive glint that’s now mingling with intense concentration in Shizuo’s eyes. “If you wet your pants before I’ve given you express permission to, you’ll pay for it ( ... )
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“Too much,” Izaya echoes Shizuo’s earlier complaint without bothering to check the timer, and of course he doesn’t stop there. “I bet you want to know what it feels like, just a little. So how about this? You don’t have to worry about telling me how it is. I’ll tell you, and then we’ll see if I’m right.”
Shizuo looks about to scream. He’s already more or less in tears, though of course he’s fighting that almost as hard as he’s fighting his too-full bladder.
“Your whole body’s going to relax,” Izaya purrs, still close enough that his breath should be part of the reason Shizuo’s radiating so much warmth. “You’ll panic, but only for a second.”
Shizuo moans and gives his arms several weak tugs. It’s hard to tell how hard he’s really trying.
“I think you’ll be surprised by how easy it is to accept it after the first moment. Especially,” Izaya coos as he reaches up to run his fingers through Shizuo’s disheveled blonde, “because it’s going to be so warm. It’ll really feel good, but who knows if you’ll get as far as admitting that to ( ... )
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You have given me another kink!!
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