PART 11 OVERFLOW
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.11 OVERFLOW
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??/Shizuo
Kink: Training a monster to be the perfect pet. Dehumanizing, mental control, loyal pet to its master.
So, I want someone (Shiki, Akabayashi, Izaya, OC?) taking things on his hands to control the untamable monster, Shizuo, because he's been causing more trouble than the normal. And there's been a lot of problems due to this (more city damage, trouble with yakuza deals, etc.)
So, can I have a really kinky and descriptive story where the monster Shizuo becomes the perfect and most loyal pet? =3 If it is due to sex, punishments, something else, a mix of all, I'll give you my heart forever!! I beg for it! I'm on my knees!
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It all began when he was still a child and his mother bought him a kitten - still when she was pregnant. The kitten didn't want to be petted at all and avoided Izaya at all costs. But Izaya slowly coaxed it to like him by giving it treats and feeding it. But one day he realized that such an obedient cat is very boring - so he let it starve to death and buried it under a tree in his garden. He told his mother that the kitty was run over by a car.
He's wanted another pet ever since.
But alas, the life of an informant is very hectic so he didn't actually have time to buy one before, making it only another item on his list of TO DO things. What he didn't know though that he would soon get a “pet ( ... )
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I just kept checking and a fill!!! *offers heart in a steel plate* Or do you prefer home-made desserts?
Thank you, thank you!!!
Izaya always loved the idea of controlling, a pet, a human, and someone as inpredectable as Shizuo...
Please more!!!
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I literally just screamed loudly and ran in the kitchen. My room mate looks really angry... Ooops
I'll devour all of it, hearts, desserts... nom nom nom
And it's terribly difficult to write right now because my back aches horribly. So I can only write a little BUT tomorrow I'm going to be in car for 6 hours so I will write a lot
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A/N: Okay, so I've already posted two other chapters on this page individually, but from now on I'll thread this way. Sorry for taking so long with updates, and the original prompt, again, is here: http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=24628845#t24628845
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Shizuo leaves Izaya alone in his chair and that stupid brace and a room now ringing with the sharp sobs of falling to pieces and Shizuo’s nickname on endless repeat.
Hunched over the trembling hands he’s holding close to his flushed-red face, the blonde can’t help hearing that pathetic monologue - Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan, please come please and then nothing but the first three syllables of desperation - and that’s not even it, actually. The way Izaya says it makes it seem less desperate and more like the name itself is almost enough. Like the one and only best solution to the pain is the one who just went and caused it.
“Idiot,” Shizuo hisses into his hands. He means Izaya, but - on second thought, he might actually mean himself, too.
The calling doesn’t stop, but it does let up long enough to emphasize the obvious crash of a failed lunge forward. That’s when Shizuo’s name starts to take turns with muted whimpers and gasps meant to smother screams. There’s a soft clicking underlying that, like maybe the wheels of the overturned ( ... )
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There’s no one there.
There’s the wheelchair - overturned and looking just as dejected as Shizuo had imagined, wheels no longer spinning and it somehow seems like it’s been left that way for years - and the floor beside it is totally bare. No sign of Izaya, no tragic clichés like dropped shoes or rings or whatever the hell else.
Shizuo’s alone again in his apartment.
His mind goes blanker and blanker with every solitary beat of his heart. He stops feeling and he’d probably think he wasn’t breathing if it weren’t for the fact that he’s still conscious. His limbs all feel light as air, but he’s as paralyzed now as he was back in his bedroom with Izaya crying for him here.
Kidnapped? A dream? Or maybe he called Shinra - maybe Shizuo was more than just half-asleep, maybe he was completely knocked out and he missed something or maybe he has amnesia…
Shizuo shudders as he curses. He feels sick, like he might throw up, and as soon as he realizes that his front door’s open he reaches it in a few long strides. Fills the aching silence ( ... )
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Maybe it’s because this is all his fault, but on top of worried and exhausted Shizuo’s just plain relieved that this bastard is still breathing, after all, that he’s not dead getting cold alone in front of some rundown apartment building.
Right. He’s relieved that Orihara Izaya is still alive to taunt him another day.
Shizuo doesn’t wait for Izaya to get a grip. He doesn’t move him, doesn’t speak to him but holds him still and doesn’t let go.
He pulls out his cell phone and calls Shinra for help and it’s funny, isn’t it -
- that this is the second time he’s done that in so few days?
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Shizuo doesn’t start to feel panicked until he finds himself alone and unsupported in the empty elevator of Orihara Izaya’s apartment building. It’s only in the informant’s absence that his mind finds space to wander, after all, and even wandering it endlessly returns to dwell on the glow of his touch and his voice and gentle words.
It keeps reminding him just how much he’ll miss that in the long hours standing between himself and more of Izaya.
His mind coasts along at eighty miles an hour.
It was a long walk last night, and as tired and achy as Shizuo still is, he’s sure to be really late no matter how fast he tries to limp his way back to the bar - which is another thing he can’t stop thinking about, actually, the fact that pain is the price for this, that loyalty is impossible and that he’s pathetic pitiful and an idiot for willingly relying on his enemy like this.
It’s going to hurt. Every moment of physical and mental agony is going to be another moment spent yearning for smug smirks and Izaya’s strong presence. That longing ( ... )
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“I mean…” he starts, but his voice cracks and he has to glare frustratedly down at the table until he can be sure that his boss won’t go out of his way to ask for him to try talking again.
Tom doesn’t, just waits and doesn’t even have to try to look coolly concerned. Friendly. No pressure.
Shizuo can’t fight. He’s not over his temper. He’s not even sick or hurt or anything like that, but he is an idiot and that’s pretty much what counts. He’s losing his dangerous reputation, after all, and that coupled with pure inability is already making this job less and less plausible. It’s his fault because he chose it and he’s almost too weak to admit it to one of the people who most need to know.
He’s already starting to hate himself, honestly, but every step of this whole ordeal seems to have come with a strict ‘no take-backs’ policy. As things stand now, it’s all he can do to put forth his best effort as everything cracks and crumbles around him. It’s all he can do not to make the damage worse - and that’s minus the strength he’ ( ... )
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“Nah, but thanks, anyway…”
It doesn’t suit him, he says. That’s all.
Uneasy, not tense but vaguely nostalgic and riddled with regret. They’re breaking up a routine and a friendship that’s already stuttered to a near stop once. It feels like no going back now, though, and every word either of them forces out from that moment on is nothing more than a just-heard whispering of too much too fast and -
- and it’s gone.
When Tom-san smiles and waves and tells Shizuo that they’ll have to meet up again sometime, the blonde gets this sinking feeling (like he’d like to drown, really would but he can’t do that despite the fact that he’s been sinking slowly for a while now) in his stomach and doesn’t answer loudly enough to be heard even by himself.
Shizuo slows to an obedient stop as the older man joins him at a jog. He looks so left-behind, Shizuo thinks, but that’s only because he’s so obviously and completely oblivious to everything that’s gone on with Shizuo. It’s been too long, too many days of routinized ( ... )
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