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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http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=23310701#t23310701
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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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The request was for a coming out fic (Shizuo) set during the Raijin Era.
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There’s a cheap burger place just a few blocks up from Raijin High. The food’s decent and there’s enough space there to accommodate a pretty good number of students - which means anonymity, the voices at one table mostly drowned out by the ones in a neighboring booth, reason number one that Shizuo suggests a trip down there after school.
It’s nothing big, he tells them - ‘them’ being Kadota and Shinra, probably the only two people, his brother aside, that really count as anything like friends - and he comes up with some weak justification about graduation coming up kinda soon and just why not?
He’s brought it up with Celty already. He doesn’t know her that well, really, but he can’t help placing a weird sort of trust in her; he’s relied on her advice a couple of other times, too, but this must be the most important one by far. He wasn’t gonna do anything until he knew what she thought, and now that he does know he’s sure that she won’t have said anything to Shinra.
Well - anything save for clumsily-phrased questions, maybe. If it’s ( ... )
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Shizuo squeezes his eyes shut and rocks uncomfortably in his seat. Kadota’s right; his cheeks are so hot they feel cold, and actually it’s not even just his cheeks. He’s gotta be tomato-red all the way down to the top of his chest. His stomach is tying itself in knots - the milkshake from before is sitting, untouched, in front of him - and he’s not exactly sure that he won’t throw up before he manages to get the words out.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, eyes stinging. “I - I guess I wanna ask something first.”
“About Izaya-kun?” Shinra guesses, mouth quirking up at the corners - an inquisitive little grin. “I’m willing to tell you all of his dirty secrets if you can promise to make sure he doesn’t try to kill me later.”
Shizuo frowns at his balled-up fists. “No, it’s not about him,” he repeats.
“Medical advice?”
“Let him talk,” Kadota intervenes. “And don’t stress,” he adds, eyeing Shizuo with an expression that’s dangerously close to toeing the line between amused and concerned.
“How do you” - Shizuo swallows thickly - “feel about guys ( ... )
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Shizuo cuts his friend’s cheerful tirade short with little more than a startled yelp. He’s shaking all over and blushing too hard, but he tries to ignore it, anyway - clears his throat and presses the palm of his hand to the back of his neck and laughs shakily. “No - no way…”
Kadota stares hard at him. “I don’t get it,” he mutters. “Thought you hated the guy?”
“I do!”
“That’s not how you started this conversation,” Shinra laughs - and then, seeing what must be total mortification on Shizuo’s face, he nods and shrugs as though he were deep in thought. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell him anything about this.”
“Really? And here I thought that’d only be fair,” a voice teases cheerily from behind Shizuo. The look on Shinra’s face confirms what the blonde immediately yearns to deny - the light pressure of a slight body nudging his shoulder, the flash of red and black and pale skin and that obvious flea smell - the coy brush of lips quirking up in a smile just millimeters away from Shizuo’s ear, his neck. “Given that you’ve already told ( ... )
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http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=24767853#t24767853
Warning: rape, rape aftermath and graphic violence
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Izaya is well aware of the dangers inherent in the job he’s chosen for himself. He’s doing exceedingly well at it despite that - or because of it, maybe, and that’s more often than not what he likes to believe - and his age has earned him the additional title of prodigy in a good number of circles. It was a hindrance at first; as a fifteen-something kid claiming to deal in information known not even to some of the underground’s top brass, he was only rarely given the chance to prove his worth.
Naturally, though, he was quick to force the point. He’s ruined quite a few people in just under two years, so if he’s not fearsome he’s at least one to be approached delicately. Notoriety like that is one of his aims, and handling it with an appropriate degree of caution is an important point of pride.
And that caution doesn’t just mean keeping his drinks out of strangers’ hands, either. It probably should mean avoiding Shizu-chan and his little outbursts, but that’s not fun, and besides - he can handle Heiwajima Shizuo. The guy’s an idiot, ( ... )
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He’s leading the way to a meeting place of his own choosing, anyway, so he decides that the man’s simply testing his resolve. It’s dark - very dark, moonless night and few lights or people in this part of the city - so with most of the situation’s control well within his own hands, Izaya’s sure that’s all it is.
Despite the warning signs - despite the achingly uncertain, buried-deep voice of reason.
He’s rarely wrong. The only thing that manages to convince him of his mistake this time is the crack of something hard and sharp against the back of his head - and then, of course, he sees a rush of gray, blurred-out lights and nothing.
The prodigy falls.
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The first irritation of waking up is the light that surrounds him. His head is ringing with it, his vision fading in and out as his thoughts struggle to catch up with the sudden juxtaposition of night and sun. His hand is lying limp in front of his face. Everything is skewed wrong, he thinks, and then he recognizes his position as horizontal, the surface upon which he ( ... )
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That’s what skips through his fever-dark mind like so many neon-sign flickers, dying in and out.
He draws a sharp breath as the smooth pads of this stranger’s hands pick their way over the skin of his stomach and chest. They press close and hard and painful to the pink of his nipples, chilling the back of his neck - his hair standing stiffly on end.
“My, my,” he bites, “I never would’ve taken you for a pedophile.”
“So you consider yourself a child, then?” The man seems amused. “And does your body operate in accordance with that, Orihara-kun? Or are you more adult than you’ve yet learned to admit?”
Izaya swallows thickly and refuses to respond. Breathing is suddenly a maddeningly difficult task. His chest is rising and falling irregularly, dry air rasping in his throat as his heart flutters almost painfully under another person’s touch.
This is wrong; he feels it in every fiber of his being, from the flush in his cheeks to the chill of dread pooling in his stomach. He feels no loyalty toward most of the humans he knows, but that ( ... )
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He's positive that Izaya must be aware of the bugs in his own apartment -- how can an informant of his calibre not be? And if Izaya knows then he simply must not care that Tsukumoya is watching. The thought more than enough to leave Tsukumoya quietly pleased. His feet curled up under him and he'll watch until the soothing sight of Izaya's soft breathing lulls him into a dozing state as well ( ... )
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The trick to manipulating Izaya is to leave him with the impression that everything is part of his plan to begin with. To play evasive when he prods and whines for facts and only drop the information needed to lure him into the trap.
Orihara Izaya
I have your assurance that this is the most up to date information on the gang's movements.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Absolutely.
Tsukumoya ShinichiWhen have I ever lied to you, Orihara ( ... )
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