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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Durarara!!
  Relationship:
      Heiwajima_Shizuo/Orihara_Izaya, Heiwajima_Shizuo/Kadota_Kyouhei,
      Kishitani_Shinra/Orihara_Izaya, Kadota_Kyouhei/Orihara_Izaya
  Character:
      Orihara_Izaya, Heiwajima_Shizuo, Kishitani_Shinra, Kadota_Kyouhei,
      Yumasaki_Walker, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Gang_Rape, Rape_Aftermath, Dark, Angst, Horror, Torture, Mutilation,
      Self-Harm, Blood_and_Gore, Sex_Toys, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-02 Updated: 2015-03-03 Chapters: 6/? Words: 22785
****** Violent Overture ******
by PendulumDeath
Summary
     It was supposed to be a fun day where they hanged out together,
     played games, watched TV and ate junk food (except for Izaya, who
     wouldn't touch Shizuo's sweets even if his life depended on it), but
     it all went horribly wrong because of a certain raven with eyes the
     color of rust who had somehow succeeded in incurring the wrath of a
     dangerous Yakuza group.
Notes
     This is a fill for a kimkmeme prompt that I picked up sometimes last
     year. At some point I was overwhelmed by how many fics I had to
     update and I put this on hold as well as the rest of the fics I
     started so that I could focus on Blind Fury. I figured that it'd be
     best to post it here too so that I may start working on it again
     before I forget it even exists, sigh.
     My writing style seemed to have changed a bit in the meantime, and I
     tried to please the OP as much as I could, so if some parts sounds
     like it's not something I'd normally write (like Shizuo/Kadota),
     that's the reason why. xD
     If OP has an acc on this site, let me know who you are and I'll gift
     it to you (if you want). :)
***** The Butterfly Effect *****
Despite the bleak weather, Izaya cheerfully skipped out the school gate while
humming an indecipherable song, Shinra walking at a quick pace beside him while
Shizuo and Kadota were a bit further behind. It was one of those rare moments
when Izaya and Shizuo could be in proximity to one another without a bench
flying or a throwing knife swooshing through the air, and even though the
atmosphere was tense between them, Izaya was still excited about hanging out at
Shinra's place.
His mind was in overdrive, trying to come up with ways to make Shizuo lose his
temper because he was curious to see how Shinra would react if the stupid brute
wrecked his apartment. It took a lot of insisting from Shinra's part to get
Shizuo to follow them, and even though Izaya had promised to behave himself, he
had no intention of doing so. He could tell from the way Kadota kept glaring at
him that the guy knew what he was thinking, and it was in moments such as these
when Izaya suspected that Kadota was a lot smarter than he let on. He'd have to
make sure to keep an eye on the guy.
"We should stop to buy some fatty tuna," Izaya chirped as he turned around and
kept walking backwards while smirking at Shizuo, knowing how much the fake
blond hated anything that was not sweets.
"You can buy that shit if you want," Shizuo grumbled as he withdrew the pack
and the lighter from his pants' pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He placed it
between his lips and left it there to hang loosely for a moment, anxiously
waiting for Izaya to complain about it so that he could crush the bastard's
skull into the nearest wall.
"Mhm," Izaya answered with an irritating chuckle, feeling rather amused by
Shizuo's pathetic attempt to rile him up. "We'll buy some cake too, Shizu-chan,
don't worry. We wouldn't want you to suffer from withdrawal while we're there.
We all know how much Shizu-chan likes his sweets, just like some little kid."
As expected, the blond's eye twitched, but instead of roaring like the stupid
beast that Izaya thought he was and attacking him, Shizuo only sighed loudly
and lit up the cigarette.
"Izaya, stop trying to start a fight," Kadota admonished while shaking his head
in disapproval.
"I'm trying to start a fight?!" Izaya gasped in mock-surprise, but before he
could open his mouth to protest some more, Shinra grabbed him by the arm and
spun him around, giving him a nasty glare before rolling his eyes and fixing
his glasses.
"You promised to behave yourself," Shinra reminded him. "If Shizuo ends up
breaking anything because of you, guess who's paying for the damages?"
Izaya's face went into a moue, but the cold creature that was Kishitani Shinra
didn't seem to be moved by such an adorable expression. Since that didn't seem
to work, Izaya's pout morphed back into a smirk, his eyes glowing with mischief
as he turned around and pranced over to the two grouches.
"Izaya!" Shinra nearly screeched, but Izaya ignored him.
"So what do you guys want? We should talk about it so that we'll know where to
stop on our way to Shinra's place," Izaya pointed out right before he flung an
arm around Kadota's neck.
"I don't care, just buy whatever you want," Kadota grumbled and tried to
dislodge Izaya from his person, but the pest, as Shizuo so often called him,
only seemed to cling onto him tighter. "Let go already," Kadota complained, and
Shizuo seemed relieved that for once he was not Izaya's target.
"Dotachin is way too serious," Izaya informed him as though it was his duty to
let him know that he was no fun at all. Finally, when it looked like Kadota was
one step away from punching him in the face, Izaya released him and walked back
to Shinra.
Their first stop was at a pastry shop, where Shizuo and Kadota bought a bunch
of sweets while Izaya looked bored out of his mind. Shinra seemed to drool as
well over some of the stuff in there, but Izaya kept looking outside, his nose
scrunched up in disgust because of the too sweet smell inside the shop.
"I'll wait outside," Izaya mumbled and stepped out, glad to finally breathe
some fresh air.
The other three soon got out as well, and Izaya was back to his usual cheerful
self the moment they stopped to buy fatty tuna.
"See, now this is what I'm talking about," Izaya hummed happily as he picked up
the bag with his favorite food, Shizuo's sneer only serving to further amuse
him.
Just like before, Shinra fell into step with him while Shizuo and Kadota
followed closely behind, the two previous grouches appearing to be a bit less
annoyed now that they were looking forward to stuffing their faces with the
many delicacies they had bought. As usual, Shinra took the same shortcut he
used every day, a few lefts and rights through several alleyways in order to
avoid the crowded main streets. They were halfway through the one before the
last one when a van stopped right at the far end of it, effectively blocking
their path. They didn't even get a chance to open their mouths to complain when
they heard the sounds of tires screeching again, and as they turned around,
they noticed with a bit of worry that the other end of the alley was blocked as
well.
"This isn't good," Kadota commented, his fingers tightening around the bag he
was carrying when he noticed a few more cars stopping behind the ones already
blocking their escape routes.
"Friends of yours, Izaya?" Shizuo asked through clenched teeth, thinking that
the pest hiding behind Shinra had called them. That didn't seem to be the case
however, and he was convinced by it when he noticed Izaya's worried expression
and he realized that whoever they were, those people were no friends of the
pest.
"Izaya!" Shinra complained, exasperated. "You promised to behave!"
Izaya gulped, his mouth suddenly going dry. He knew exactly who the men were,
but he'd have never expected them to get so pissed over something as innocent
as getting some new Ikebukuro shop owners to pay protection money to the
Awakusu-Kai instead of the Blood Hounds to which the gentlemen using crowbars,
bats, knives and katanas before them were a part of. He'd merely put his
impressive rhetorical talent to good use in the hope of getting the Awakusu-Kai
to trust him. "We have to get out of here no matter what," he informed them,
and then he repeated with urgency when the others still didn't seem to grasp
the seriousness of the situation. "Shizu-chan, we have to get out of here!"
This time he sounded a bit hysterical, and that seemed to finally get the
brute's attention because he watched him pass his bag to Kadota and crack his
knuckles. Izaya followed Shizuo's example and handed his own bag to Shinra.
"Who wants to go first?" Shizuo growled, and his eyes burned with anger as they
scanned the two blocked exists.
Izaya pulled out his switchblade and flicked it open, immediately regretting
his decision of leaving his throwing knives at home that day. The only reason
he'd done it was because Shinra had warned him not to show up at his apartment
armed to his teeth.
"Put the knife down!" one of the Yakuza ordered, but Izaya sneered and held
onto it tighter.
"It's a switchblade, you idiot, and I'm not putting it down," Izaya declared in
a loud confident tone even though he could feel the fear seeping through his
veins and insidiously making its way throughout his entire body.
"Orihara-kun, I suggest you put that down and come quietly," a strong voice
boomed from somewhere ahead, and the crowd parted to make room to this newcomer
that had Izaya turn as white as a sheet.
"No way!" Izaya was quick to reply, gulping, his hands shaking with fine
tremors. "I'm not suicidal." Sakamoto, also know as The Wolf, was the big boss'
right hand man, and he was best known for his cruelty. As opposed to the
Awakusu-Kai, who were nowhere near as brutal, the Blood Hounds were known for
horribly torturing their enemies before finally killing them.
"Orihara-kun, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The more trouble you
cause us, the worse it will get for you and your friends," Sakomoto informed
them.
"I'm not this bastard's friend," Shizuo hissed.
"Why us too? We have nothing to do with this!" Shinra complained while glaring
at Izaya.
"Because I say so," was the man's curt reply. "Now put down any weapon you
might have and follow us." Seeing how the teenagers were not doing what they'd
been told, he pulled out a gun and pointed it in their direction. "I won't ask
again."
"Put it down already. I'm not exactly in the mood to die right now," Kadota
requested as calmly as he could.
A few more guns appeared in the hands of the Yakuza, and it was right about
that time when they all realized just how screwed they were.
"If I do it, they'll kill us!" Izaya hissed and pushed him away only to get his
arm captured by Shizuo. He glowered at the protozoan and tried to free his arm,
but he wasn't having much success against someone as strong as Shizuo. "Instead
of wasting your time here, how about you go kick their asses, hmm? You're a
monster after all, I'm sure you won't die even if you get shot."
"Fuck you, bastard; this is all your fault," Shizuo growled before he released
Izaya and started walking towards the guy who seemed to be the leader of the
Yakuza group surrounding them. "I don't give a damn about what happens to
Izaya, but you're going to let me and my two friends pass before I crush all of
your skulls with my bare han―" Shizuo threatened, but he never got to finish,
his voice getting caught in his throat when he was shot in the shoulder. He
heard Shinra screech somewhere behind him, and he stared in disbelief at the
man who had fired the bullet.
"Next one will hit that empty head of yours," Sakamoto stated, and for the
first time since they got surrounded, Shizuo began to fear for his life. He
slowly backed away until he was next to Izaya again.
"Dammit, do what they say!" Kadota hissed, and when Izaya didn't seem to react,
he retrieved the switchblade from the tightly clenched fingers himself.
It was only when the weapon had left his hand that Izaya seemed to realize that
he'd lost it. "What the hell, Dotachin, give that back!" he fretted. He knew
what those men were capable of, and he didn't want under any circumstance to go
with the Yakuza.
"All right, I'm done playing. You have until the count of five to throw away
the switchblade before I start executing you one by one here in this dirty
alley," Sakamoto declared, and before he even had a chance to count to one,
Kadota threw the weapon far away from them and towards the Yakuza on the other
end of the alley.
Izaya immediately sprinted towards it, but before he could reach it one Blood
Hounds member kicked it towards the crowd of other Yakuza members. He almost
didn't stop though, tempted to use his parkour skills to sprint through the
mob, but the guns discouraged him from going through with his insane plan. As
things were, he doubted he could escape. They had no choice but to do as they
were told and hope they could escape once they'd be taken to wherever the
Yakuza were planning to kill them. "Okay, okay, I understand," he snorted and
raised his arms in a placating gesture. "Lead the way."
"Put your hands on the wall," one of the men ordered, and Izaya had no choice
but to do as he was told. His arms were yanked behind his back and his wrists
were tied, and as he was thrown into the car, he wondered if he'd ever see his
schoolmates again.
The three Raijin students left in the alley watched the car drive away before
they too were tied up and thrown into a van, armed men sitting in the back with
them to make sure they wouldn't move a muscle.
Shinra's eyes kept drifting to Shizuo's blood-stained uniform, and even though
he doubted they'd let him take a look, he still had to try. "Can I check his
wound?" he asked, but the only reply he got was a snort and a smack to the
head.
"Hey!!" Shizuo growled and tried to get up, but he immediately sat back down
when a switchblade was pressed against Shinra's throat. "Pick on someone your
own size," he mumbled unhappily.
"I will," the Yakuza smirked but still kept it there until the van finally
stopped.
Kadota thought they would be taken somewhere outside of Tokyo, so he couldn't
have been more surprised when they were shoved out of the van and dragged
through a club's back door. Because it was still light outside, the club was
not yet open, so they didn't run into anyone besides other Yakuza members as
they were taken through a few hallways and down to the basement. Said basement
looked more like a smaller club, and he assumed that was where the Yakuza
members hanged out whenever they were not running through the streets breaking
limbs or bashing heads in.
"Well, look who's here," Izaya chirped from where he'd been thrown on one of
the couches before the trio arrived. " And here I was, thinking I'd never see
Shizu-chan again."
"Shut the fuck up," Shizuo managed to growl before he was kicked in the back of
his knees. Without thinking, he moved his arms to break the fall, the zip ties
snapping from around his wrists with no effort at all. In the next moment he
felt the cold touch of a gun's muzzle to his temple, and he stood there frozen,
hoping the Yakuza wouldn't blow his brains out.
"You seem strong," Sakamoto told Shizuo before he signaled to the guy with the
gun to step away from the blond. "I've heard rumors about you. That strength of
yours is not going to be a problem, will it?" the man asked and leisurely
walked over to Kadota whom he punched him in the stomach.
Instead of getting up and attacking the bastard like he wanted, Shizuo grit his
teeth harder and fought to stand still. Kadota could easily take a punch, so
there was no point in putting all of their lives in danger because of something
like that. Sakamoto kept looking at him, as though he was expecting him to say
something, and Shizuo realized that the Yakuza was awaiting his response. "It's
not going to be a problem," he mumbled as he pushed himself off the floor.
"I'm glad to hear that." Sakamoto then turned to Izaya. "Behave yourself if you
don't want to die."
Izaya's eyes widened in surprise and he nodded slowly, at the same time
mentally preparing himself for a beating. It was the only other thing they
could do besides killing him, and he hoped that he wouldn't end up losing any
of his extremities by the time they were done venting their anger. Now that he
was no longer faced with certain death, he could act more like his usual non-
panicky self. He tried not to cry out when Sakamoto grabbed a fistful of hair
and hauled him to his feet, and just as he braced himself for a hit to the gut,
a rough voice boomed into the large space.
"Boss, can we take the rest?" asked the burliest man of the bunch.
Sakamoto nodded. "Sure, just don't kill them, Bear."
"I won't, boss. Thank you, boss," said The Bear before his eyes fell on Shinra
and a sadistic smile spread across his face.
Shinra, who until then had stayed quiet, broke into a cold sweat when he saw
the Yakuza monster stomp towards him. "P-Please don't h-hurt me," he begged
pathetically as he was pulled away from the wall, dragged across the large room
and then bent over the armrest of the corner couch. For a moment, he froze,
wondering what the hell was going on, but then the man started pulling roughly
at his school uniform jacket and something clicked in his mind. He started
screaming and struggling for all he was worth, his desperate pleas for the man
to stop mingling with those of his friends.
"Bear," Sakamoto's calm voice somehow managed to break through the barrage of
screams and threats coming from the Raijin students. "What are you doing?" he
asked his underling who in the meantime had succeeded in pulling on the blue
uniform enough to expose naked, trembling shoulders.
"Just trying to have some fun, boss," Bear answered just as calmly.
"You disgusting son of a bitch!!" Izaya snarled. "Take your filthy hands off!"
Shizuo's whole body shook with rage, but he was not so far gone as to not
notice the many guns pointed at his person. "Let Shinra go," he growled, but
his demand was met with a wave of mocking laughter.
Kadota was usually a calm person, but the sight of that monster pulling on
Shinra's clothes had him trembling with fury. "Aren't you taking this too far?"
he hissed.
Sakamoto ignored him and instead turned to Bear. "I see, carry on."
"You pig!" Izaya shouted, his mind going in overdrive in order to find a way to
save Shinra. "Let me guess... you're taking it out on him because you're a
bully who only picks on the weak? I mean, let's face it, Shinra is the smallest
guy in this room, and those glasses aren't helping him either, right?" It was
painfully obvious that none of them could fight their way out of that club's
basement, and Izaya saw no other way of saving Shinra than to get the monster
to take it out on him instead of taking it out on his friend because Shinra was
the only one he didn't want to see hurt because of him.
Bear threw him a nasty glare, but since he didn't deem him worthy of a reply,
he fisted a hand in the school uniform and proceeded to cut it with the
switchblade he's just retrieved from his pants' pocket.
Shinra was panicking so badly that his words no longer made any sense, his own
desperate pleas and the screams of his friends as his uniform was stripped away
from him making everything that much more real and terrifying. He knew enough
about sexuality and human anatomy to guess what would happen next, and the
thought of any human touching him like that made disgust race through his
entire being. His first time was meant to be with Celty, not with a repugnant
giant who'd rip him apart and make him bleed. Both his uniform jacket and shirt
soon ended up on the floor, and when he felt a cold hand grasp his hip and
another one palm his crotch, he started struggling harder than ever before.
The rest of the Raijin students could only watch in horror as Bear was working
on unbuckling Shinra's belt, their friend's screams and pleas for help or for
the man to stop only serving to remind them just how powerless they really
were.
Shizuo was the first one to lose it, his protective instincts kicking in and
forcing him to go help Shinra. He only managed to take one step before he was
shot in the leg, and despite his high threshold for pain, he still ended up
crumpling to the floor.
If Izaya had any doubts about staying put, then said doubts ended up getting
obliterated by the sound of the gun going off. Helping Shinra through the use
of physical force seemed an impossibility that he didn't plan on contending.
"Sakamoto-san," Izaya spoke calmly, even though on the inside he was a bomb
ready to go off at any moment. "As Dotachin has already said, aren't you taking
things a bit too far? I understand your reasons for wanting to hurt me, but
Shinra has nothing to do with this, and using such... unorthodox methods of
torture on an innocent person makes no sense at all." Instead of being told to
shut up like he'd expected, the Yakuza boss' looked at him for a while before
his attention shifted someplace else.
"Bear," the man called out. "Wait a second."
"But boss!" Bear complained just as he'd finished divesting a struggling Shinra
of his belt.
Sakamoto gave him a stern look. "Bring him here."
Shinra nearly sobbed in relief when he was peeled off the couch's armrest and
dragged over to Izaya, and he felt grateful to his friend for saving him from
such a horrific fate. "Thank you," he mouthed the words when he couldn't find
his voice, but the brief respite was shattered by Sakamoto's next words.
"You're right, Orihara-kun, he seems innocent enough, so why don't you change
that?"
"Huh?" Izaya asked dumbly, for once at a loss for words.
The Yakuza boss motioned to Bear to sit Shinra on the knee-high cylindrical
platform where three stripper poles were located. Shinra was dragged screaming
and kicking towards it, and there was nothing he could've done to stop Bear
from cuffing his arms behind his back and around the stripper pole.
Sakamoto pulled Izaya by the hair and then forced him on his knees in front of
Shinra who was now sitting on the platform with his feet touching the floor and
his back resting against the pole. "Blow him," the Yakuza ordered, his eyes
glowing with a sliver of malice and insanity.
"W-Wha...t?" Izaya stuttered in a high-pitched voice once he found the strength
to speak.
"You heard me. Do you want me to spell it out for you? Okay, here's what you're
gonna do. You're going to unzip your friend's pants, take out his tiny cock,
and suck it until he comes; and then you're going to swallow, like the good
little slut that I know you can be." Seeing how Izaya was too stunned to react,
Sakamoto pulled up the skinny arms and cut the zip ties with one of his
underlings' knives. "Get to work."
"Is there any way to convince you to let Shinra go?" Izaya gulped, and as he
slanted his gaze in Sakamoto's direction, he knew that the Yakuza boss was not
up for negotiating. Slowly, that same gaze shifted back to Shinra, hoping to
find some understanding in those damp orbs, but all he saw was fear and
disgust. "I don't have a choice," Izaya whispered softly right before he raised
a hand and placed it on a quivering knee.
***** Spring of Rage *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Shinra could only stare in wordless dismay as Izaya's hand slowly and
hesitantly traveled towards his crotch, the miserable expression on his
friend's face serving as a clear sign that he too was being forced into doing
something he did not wish to do. His thighs twitched involuntarily when Izaya's
fingers brushed against his clothed member, and in a panic he kicked Izaya in
the stomach, raised both his legs on the platform and brought them to his
chest, struggling to curl in on himself as much as he could with his hands
still cuffed behind his back. "I want to go home," he whined softly, scared out
of his mind.
Izaya was still coughing and gasping in pain when he heard Shinra's words, and
as much as he didn't want to give his friend a blowjob, he knew that Bear would
tear the idiot apart if he didn't do it. "It's not like I want to do it either,
you know?" he hissed and straightened his back, eyes the color of rust now
boring holes into Shinra's trembling form. "While I do love all my humans
equally, I prefer the fairer sex when it comes to... well, sex," he sighed in a
resigned tone. As long as he got out of there alive, he didn't care what he had
to do.
"You guys are sick," Kadota snapped at the Yakuza. He was still horrified about
what had almost happened to Shinra, but he guessed that getting a blowjob from
a friend beat getting fucked in the ass by a burly Yakuza. "What's wrong with
you people?" he then continued, but instead of getting an answer he was
savagely punched and kicked until he could no longer stand on his feet,
Shizuo's protests going unheard while the Yakuza continued to beat Kadota like
they would an unruly dog.
Sakamoto's deep voice cut through the moans of pain and managed to freeze all
four Raijin students with his next words. "Bear, he's all yours," and as he
said it, Izaya immediately jumped to his feet and turned to face him.
"Please let me talk to him. I'll convince him," Izaya assured him, and he
barely managed to stop himself from attacking Bear when the Yakuza put his
disgusting meaty paws on Shinra's legs. He knew that Sakamoto must've figured
out that Shinra was his weakness, but he didn't want to seem too desperate in
saving his friend. Luckily, the Yakuza boss waved Bear away and then motioned
for him to go to Shinra.
Izaya sat down on the platform and moved closer to Shinra until his lips were
beside his friend's ear. "Shinra," he whispered softly so that the others
wouldn't hear him, "If I don't do this, Bear is going fuck you. Is that what
you want?" Shinra frantically shook his head, so Izaya placed a comforting hand
on the bare shoulder before he moved it to the quivering legs and slowly forced
them back down. "I'll be gentle," he assured him right before he stroked
Shinra's head a couple of times before kneeling back down on the floor between
the slightly parted legs of his friend.
"Your men won't touch him if I do this, right?" Izaya sought confirmation. When
Sakamoto nodded, he turned back to Shinra, smiling. "Let's do this, ne?"
Luckily, it looked like Shinra finally understood the gravity of the situation
because he didn't fight it again when Izaya proceeded to unzip his blue school
uniform pants. The only thing he did was whimper pathetically and scrunch his
eyes shut to avoid seeing his friend's face as Izaya would have no choice but
to service him like some sort of cheap whore.
Instead of slipping a hand inside Shinra's underwear, Izaya chose to palm the
limp member through the soft material so that his friend wouldn't freak out
right away. He didn't miss the startled gasp when his fingers came in contact
with the clothed member, but at least Shinra didn't kick him in the stomach
this time around. As expected, some of the Yakuza were telling him to hurry it
up while others appeared to be cheering him on, but he ignored the eyes riveted
on their forms, as well as the crass words coming out of their mouths and
instead focused on gauging Shinra's every reaction. He'd never touched another
guy in such a way before, and as the limp member started to grow in his hand,
he found the experience to be a mix of fascinating, disturbing and disgusting.
Shinra's face quickly turned red, and the slightly opened mouth told Izaya that
his friend was enjoying the ministrations.
With his eyes closed, Shinra could almost pretend that Izaya wasn't the one
touching him, but his friend was doing just that and the fact that he was
growing hard while getting stroked by another guy made the mortification he
already felt increase tenfold. Everything was fucked up and the thought of
ending up under Bear was the only thing keeping him rooted on the spot. He knew
that the burly Yakuza would tear him apart if the man were to take him, and
Shinra really didn't want to end up in the hospital with anal tears. He was
trying so hard to not think about what was being done to him that he almost
jumped in surprise when warm fingers slipped inside his underwear and his half-
hard member was freed from its confines.
He made the mistake of opening his eyes right when Izaya leaned in and a pink
tongue swept over the head of his cock, the erotic and at the same time
appalling image making him whimper pathetically as the sensation of that first
contact sent electricity up his spine. It was wrong, so very wrong, and yet he
couldn't help but instinctively buck into the hot cavern when the raven took
him into his mouth. "Iza...ya," he gasped, his muscle going taut with how hard
he was trying not to move his hips. "Please..." he whined, horrified by the
sight of his member going in and out of Izaya's mouth. He'd never allowed any
girl to get anywhere near him, he belonged to Celty only, and yet there he was,
cheating on Celty with his best friend. His eyes filled with tears but he
refused to let them fall, not wanting to give the Yakuza more reasons to laugh
at him.
Izaya wished he could pretend that he wasn't hearing Shinra sniffle, especially
when he was having such a hard time sucking cock, but the little sounds only
served to remind him just how screwed they all were. He tried to take the shaft
in deeper but he nearly chocked, and he reached the conclusion that just
because he'd seen and felt it being done to him, it didn't mean he could easily
do the same thing to someone else. It felt weird to have that hot shaft sliding
across his tongue, and even though he wasn't particularly enjoying the taste,
it wasn't as bad as he'd imagine.
Without stopping, he slanted a gaze in the direction of the Yakuza around them,
and he almost whimpered himself when he saw a few of them rub their crotches.
Somehow, he had a feeling that Shinra wouldn't be the only one he'd be forced
to pleasure. Pulling back a little, he used his hand to stroke the rock-hard
shaft while he swirled his tongue around the dripping length. Judging by the
way Shinra was desperately biting into his lower lip to remain silent, Izaya
was on the right track. He increased the speed of his hand and wrapped his lips
tighter around the throbbing member, and the mewl that accompanied the action
encouraged him to continue.
Shinra was swimming in a sea of physical pleasure and mental agony, the two
conflicting forces tearing apart his sanity. The animal within seemed to be
winning though, and he soon found himself thrusting into Izaya's mouth with
little chocked whimpers, as if his body was trying to remind him just how much
of a teenager he was. Even someone like him couldn't fight the raging hormones,
the proof being how little his dick seemed to care who was the person encasing
it into that hot mouth. Disgusted with himself, he closed his eyes and gritted
his teeth harder against each other, but he still couldn't stop himself from
coming with a loud cry and spilling himself into Izaya's mouth once he'd been
pushed past the point of no return. A few tears slid down his cheeks as his
orgasm seemed to last forever, muscles spasming and cock twitching as Izaya
continued to slide his tongue across the slit and suckle on his cock like it
was candy.
Fighting off the instinct to spit it out, Izaya released the softening member
with a wet plop and forced himself to swallow the slightly salty release. His
gaze hesitantly traveled from the dick he'd just sucked, up the pale abdomen,
chest, and all the way up to his friend's face, but Shinra's eyes were closed
and Izaya couldn't really blame him for refusing to look at him.
Placing a hand on the platform, Izaya pushed himself off the ground, but
instead of turning towards Sakamoto right away he leaned in until his wet lips
were right beside Shinra's ear. "I hope we're even now," he whispered, and he
was glad when Shinra nodded softly because he didn't like owing people
anything, and Shinra taking a knife to the gut for him in middle school had
always made him feel like he should somehow return the favor.
Smirking, he straightened his back, used a hand to wipe his puffy lips and
turned around to face the Yakuza. He could see Shizuo and Kadota in his
peripheral vision, but he refused to meet their eyes. He'd been humiliated
enough as it was, and even though Shizuo hated his guts, Izaya had a feeling
that not even the brute was happy about what his archenemy had been forced to
do. "Can we get to the beating part already before I get bored to death?" he
asked with a long sigh, confident in his ability to hide his nervousness and
fear. Whatever they planned to do to him next, he'd still be alive by the time
everything would be over and that was more than he could ask for.
"I had no idea that Orihara-kun was such a masochist," Sakamoto mocked and
placed a hand on Izaya's shoulder, immediately noticing the small flinch his
touch was met with. "To tell you the truth, I was planning to break your limbs,
a couple of your ribs, maybe chop off a few of your fingers and then dump your
broken body in some dirty alley, but Bear here gave me an interesting idea," he
revealed in a cruel voice. Curling his fingers into the black material of
Izaya's jacket, he roughly yanked it off the skinny shoulders and proceeded to
divest a frozen Izaya of his jacket.
"Sakamoto-san is such a pervert," the teenager said while fighting the impulse
to recoil from the hands pulling at his t-shirt. He was fucked, or he would
soon be, literally, and because he knew the grim future awaiting him, he made
up his mind to hide his real emotions behind one of his annoying smirks. Soon,
the t-shirt was off as well, but he still stood there proudly giving an air of
confidence that he didn't exactly possess instead of trying to hide himself
from their eyes. His gaze swept across the room and the men around him, and the
hunger he saw in their eyes made him sneer, especially when the horny bastards
kept trying to convince the others who didn't seem as interested in what was
going on to join in as well. "Gang rape..." Izaya spoke calmly, "how unorigi―"
but he never got to finish and instead ended up squeaking in surprise when he
was roughly shoved into Bear's direction, the man immediately twisting an arm
behind his back and wrapping a meaty hand so tightly around his neck that Izaya
was having a hard time breathing.
"He's all yours, Bear," the boss announced with a sadistic smile on his face.
It felt like his arm would soon break if the Yakuza didn't let go, but Izaya
still ended up struggling when the man dragged him over to the corner couch and
bent him over the armrest. He was almost grateful when the pressure around his
neck disappeared and he could breathe again, even though he was wheezing, but a
nauseating feeling swept over him the moment Bear's hand moved over to the
front of his pants and the Yakuza worked on unbuckling the belt. He'd been
certain that he'd end up getting fucked eventually, but he hadn't expected Bear
to be the first one. He bit into his lower lip and tried to stifle the whine
trying to climb up his throat when the man lowered his zipper and pulled down
his uniform pants and underwear, the cool air hitting his backside making him
shiver.
"You should get some lube," Izaya chirped, hoping that his fear and disgust
haven't seeped into his voice. "It's going to hurt you just as much as it'll
hurt me if you go in dry." It was a desperate attempt to minimize the damage
soon tobe inflicted on him, but he realized that Bear couldn't have cared less
about anything he had to say when he heard the sound of the man's buckle
unfastening and of a zipper being pulled down. "Wait! Just listen to me! You
really shouldn't go―" he tried again, but the Yakuza only twisted his arm
harder behind his back until Izaya could no longer stop the pained noises from
spilling past his swollen lips.
Surprisingly enough, it was Shizuo who spoke up. "Look, I know that Izaya is a
piece of shit, but this is just sick. How fucked up in the head are you to
wanna do this?" Instead of an answer, he was rewarded with a vicious blow to
the back of his head. He didn't pass out though; he only grunted and shot the
guy who'd just hit him a murderous glare. The shoulder and leg wounds weren't
bad enough to keep him there, but the guns still pointed in his direction
served as a good deterrent. He had no doubts that the next bullet would go
straight through his skull if he dared attack any of them.
"Aww, is Shizu-chan trying to save me? That's adora―!" Izaya cooed, but he
ended up choking on the words when he felt the pressure of Bear's hard shaft
against his hole. He instinctively tried to move away from it by pushing
himself harder into the armrest, but the damn thing followed him and he soon
felt it rub against his backside again. "Bear-san," he nervously laughed, "how
about some spit?" but his near plea went unanswered and he ended up screeching
when Bear pushed in, the tight ring of muscles tearing from having something so
big stretching it open without any sort of preparation.
It hurt so much that he could barely breathe, chocked gasps spilling past his
lips in a torrent. He felt his vision waver and flicker when Bear vigorously
pushed in the rest of the way, and he was overcome with nausea when he felt
warm liquid trickle down his inner thighs. His torn insides dragged across the
monstrous shaft, and it felt as though they were being mashed to a pulp by the
strong impact each time Bear pulled out and thrust back in. Overcome with
despair, he fought to free himself from the brutish grip, but the Yakuza fisted
a hand into raven locks and pushed his face into the couch as he continued to
drill into him, the disgusting grunts of pleasure from above him only serving
to further heighten his misery.
"B-Bear-san, s-slow dow...n a b-bit," an agonized voice squeezed out between
his teeth, but the request went ignored, the monster above him only ramming in
harder to further increase the torment. The sounds of skin slapping against
skin sounded too loud in Izaya's ears, and the asphyxiating pain tearing him to
shreds inside and out as the man pounded into him like a wild animal made him
cry out in pain despite how much he wished to hide his agony.
Shinra was so horrified by the image of Izaya getting brutally raped that he
couldn't stop the wild tremors wracking his frame, the knowledge that he
could've been the one under Bear bringing both guilt and relief. A hand brushed
over his arm and he violently recoiled from the touch, startled grey eyes
meeting black, malicious ones as another Yakuza member seemed interested in
following Bear's example. Shinra was freaking out so badly that he didn't even
feel any pain when the cuffs started breaking the skin of his wrists from how
hard he was trying to get away, blood seeping from the cuts and trickling down
his forearms.
"He's off limits," Sakamoto's commanding voice thundered, but Shinra was too
far gone to realize that he was relatively safe, so he kept on struggling even
after the man who'd just touched him backed away.
"Ohno..."
"What is it boss?" the one who had his eyes on Shinra asked and hoped that he
wouldn't be punished for his mistake.
"You can take one of the other two," Sakamoto informed him before he sat down
on one of the many couches in the large room and motioned to one of his men to
bring him some sake.
Kadota paled while Shizuo growled, the wild glare shot his way convincing Ohno
to pick the one who didn't look like he was one step away from committing
murder.
"Don't―" but Ohno ignored the warning and ran a gentle hand down his neck,
Kadota's whole body shuddering in disgust. The guy wasn't very big, only
slightly taller than Kadota himself, but he appeared to be stronger in terms of
physical strength. Kadota glared at the man with shaved head, small beady eyes
and thin lips as though he was trying to set him aflame with the power of his
mind, but unfortunately he couldn't punch the asshole in the face as long as
his arms were tied behind his back. A few moments later the man seized his arm
and Kadota was dragged struggling and kicking across the room and towards the
large armchair.
It was starting to become apparent to everyone involved that it was really
turning into gang rape, and Izaya's agonized cries and whimpers made Kadota
struggle with everything he had to escape his captor the second they reached
the armchair. He didn't want to end up like Izaya, and the abject fear he felt
coursing through his veins gave him the necessary strength to tear himself away
from Ohno's grasp and run towards the exit. The Yakuza might've thought that he
was running to save himself, by Kadota's objective was to get out and call for
help. He was certain that if they stayed there for much longer they would be
tortured to near death.
Unfortunately, he didn't manage to get very far, a well placed crowbar crashing
into his knees sending him sprawling on the floor. His head painfully collided
with the hard shiny surface because his wrists were tied behind his back, and
stars continued to dance behind his eyelids even after two men picked him up
and carried him over to Ohno where they dumped him at his feet. He fought to
get up as soon as his knees touched the floor, but a harsh tug on his hair that
almost brought tears to his eyes kept him in that humiliating position.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you leave me no choice," Ohno warned
him, and as Kadota's sight began to clear, he noticed that the man's belt was
unbuckled and that the zipper was already lowered. Ohno was holding a gun in
his hand, and the moment he felt the cold muzzle against his temple, Kadota
knew that he too would end up blowing someone or getting screwed by the time
everything was over.
Shizuo's angry growls mixed with Izaya's agonizing cries into the most
disturbing melody Kadota had ever heard, and he barely found the strength to
voice his warning. "If you put that thing in my mouth," he said while glowering
at the man's bulge, "I'll bite it off."
Ohno shrugged. "If you bite, you die," he assured the kid with a harsh pull on
the brown hair, but Kadota refused to back down.
"If you shoot while that thing is in my mouth, it'll get severed. I heard about
it in a movie I watched a while ago."
Ohno laughed. "What kind of movies are kids watching nowadays?"
"It wasn't that kind of movie," Kadota hissed.
"Well, boy, you will either suck my cock or I'll blow your brains out. So what
will it be?"
Shizuo opened his mouth to curse some more and to tell Kadota not to give in,
but a barrage of blows rained down upon him the moment the words left his
mouth, as though the Yakuza were trying to make sure that he wouldn't be able
to fight back when it'd be his turn to be played with. Fuck that, he inwardly
cursed and tried to catch the metal bat heading straight for his head, but he
couldn't catch it in time because of the injury on his shoulder. He felt blood
pour down the side of his face immediately after the blow, and the more he was
hit the more he feared that Kadota would end up just like Izaya if he didn't do
something. The thought sent him into such a murderous frenzy that he punched a
guy so hard that he sent him flying across the room and all the way to the
other side, the man's body only stopping the moment it hit the wall.
For a long moment, everyone went quiet and all eyes in that room were directed
at him. Even Izaya's whimpers had ceased, and he was almost grateful for the
respite because no matter how twisted the flea was, Shizuo could no longer
stand there and simply watch the people he knew, whether they were friends or
enemies, getting abused by a bunch of criminals. He didn't fucking care if he
got killed; he simply could no longer tolerate the shit going on around him.
"Fucking kill me if that's what it takes to stop me, but this ends now," he
roared, and in the next moment he spun around and sent another guy flying, the
guys holding the weapons waiting for Sakamoto's order to finish him off.
Instead of giving the signal, the man threw his glass straight at Shinra, the
thing breaking with a loud enough noise to capture Shizuo's attention. "You
said there'd be no problem."
"That was before you sick bastards decided to fuck the flea bloody," he
snapped, and he almost flinched when Izaya let out a keening noise as Bear
resumed the violent thrusting in and out of that skinny and trembling body.
Chapter End Notes
     Why am I even doing this to my babies? ლ(ٱ٥ٱლ)
***** Lets Think About Living *****
Chapter Notes
     You know what? I'll post everything I have. Knock yourselves out
     until I start working on this again. And I totally blame Majora for
     posting the rest of the chapters. xD
     This probably needs some editing but fuck it. :|
"Fucking stop that!" Shizuo roared yet again and took a step in Izaya's
direction with the intention to separate Bear's head from the rest of his huge
disgusting body, but he ended up stopping dead in his tracks the moment someone
from behind him grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pressed a knife to his
throat.
"Sakamoto-san, I got it!" a blonde teenager dressed in a blue hoodie and grey
pants said as he flung open the door right at that moment, only for the hand in
which he was holding a syringe to freeze in mid-air when he saw what Bear was
doing to one of the guys he'd seen being dragged through the club's back door.
He barely managed to hold onto the syringe, but he dropped the manga he was
holding in his other hand.
"I didn't say you could come in, did I?" Sakamoto asked and motioned to one of
his men to retrieve the syringe.
"I'm sorry," the blond quickly apologized and picked up the manga before he
backed away, his face as white as a sheet of paper. He grabbed the handle with
trembling fingers and closed the door behind him, his hatred for the Yakuza who
practically owned him only increasing as a result of what he'd just seen.
"Bring it here," Sakamoto ordered, and once the man handed him the syringe, he
placed it on the small table next to the couch and turned his attention back to
Izaya who was biting into his arm to stop himself from crying out in pain.
"Enjoying yourself, Orihara-kun?"
It took Izaya everything in his power to control himself and not rise to the
bait, especially when he'd finally found a way to stay quiet. At least Bear's
movements were turning erratic, and a few dozen thrusts later the Yakuza rammed
into him hard enough to almost squash him between that monstrous body of his
and the armrest before finally coming with a loud grunt. Izaya was overcome by
an intense feeling of abhorrence as the man spilled himself inside his battered
body and he immediately clamped a hand over his mouth in the hope of not
throwing up in front of everyone. Bear roughly pulled out a few moments later,
and Izaya's whole body shuddered in disgust when he felt more of his own blood
and the bastard's seed flow out of his hole and down his legs.
"Bring him here," he heard Sakamoto say, and Izaya couldn't suppress a startled
yelp when the man who'd just raped him seized his trembling body and dragged
him over to the Yakuza boss. He ended up collapsing on the floor the moment he
was released, his weak legs unable to support his weight especially when his
spine and lower back were a mass of raw agony.
"Your friend over there," Sakamoto said as he turned to Shizuo, "seems to be in
a very bad mood. Why don't you help him relax?"
Shizuo and Izaya answered at the same time with a definite "No!" but Sakamoto's
dark laughter planted fear inside both their hearts.
"Let me rephrase that. Orihara-kun, pleasure your friend with your mouth. That
means suck his cock, in case you still haven't figured it out."
"I'm not g-going to blow Shizu-chan," Izaya croaked, tempted to let his
consciousness sink into darkness.
"You will, if you don't want me to let Bear screw you again and again... and
again. He's the sort of man who could easily fuck someone to death."
Izaya barely stopped a pathetic whimper from slipping past his lips, and no
matter how much he despised Shizuo he simply could not go through that again.
Bear was just too big, and the thought of having that thing inside of him again
made him shudder. Sakamoto must've guessed what he was thinking because he
looked him straight in the eyes and pointed at Shizuo with a nasty smirk on his
face. "Just k-keep him a-away from me," Izaya stuttered bitterly.
Sakamoto nodded. "I will, just like how I'm not letting any of my men take your
friend. I always keep my word, Orihara-kun."
Izaya tried to turn around with the intention of checking up on Shinra, but it
felt as though the vertebrae in his spine had fused together because of the
abuse. He gave up midway, satisfied to see out of the corner of his eye that
his friend was all right. He then turned to Shizuo and tried to smirk, but he
knew that his smile was brittle and that the brute would see right through it.
"Shizu-chan, could you please come over h-here so that I can pleasure you like
I've been order―"
"You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Shizuo interrupted him,
Izaya's pitiful state making him feel sorry for his enemy regardless of how
pissed he was at the pest for getting them all into such a fucked up situation.
He'd been so distracted by what was happening to Izaya that he hadn't even
noticed what was going on with Kadota until it was too late, the sight of his
friend's head bobbing between Ohno's legs as the man harshly tugged on the
brown hair making him sick to his stomach. Shizuo thought that he would throw
up right then and there, the nausea he felt interfering with his rage and
anchoring him into reality. He still instinctively took a stop in Kadota's
direction, but Sakamoto's next words froze the blood in his veins and forced
him to stop.
"Leave him be for now. You can fuck him afterwards to your heart's content."
"I'd never―"
"I'll even get you some lube, so that your friend won't end up like Orihara-kun
here," Sakamoto promised and threatened at the same time. "Don't get me wrong,
you and your friends, except for the one you call Shinra, will still get fucked
by my men, but wouldn't you prefer to loosen him up a bit first?"
Shizuo almost felt the ground shift beneath his feet at the mental image of his
friend getting violently raped just like Izaya, and no matter how much he
wanted to save everyone, he was rational enough to understand that such a feat
was impossible. He had no problem with dying if it meant doing the right thing,
but the thought of the Yakuza gang raping Kadota made him seriously consider
listening to the bastard in power who kept smirking at him. He'd always thought
that he'd be able to get himself out of any bad situation by using his
strength, but what was the point of possessing such power when he could easily
get shot and killed?
Not far from where the blond was debating what to do next, Kadota's whole body
had gone limp the moment he heard that Shizuo was being ordered to fuck him,
but when Ohno pushed that disgusting shaft too deep down his throat, he ended
up struggling in a panic and trying to get away, tears threatening to fall out
of the corners of his eyes from how hard he was trying to breathe while
chocking on the bastard's cock, and the only thing keeping him from sinking his
teeth and biting the damn thing off were the threats Ohno had made earlier.
He'd told him that if he didn't blow him, he'd break his jaw, and Kadota had no
doubt the Yakuza would act on his threat. That combined with the threat of
killing Shizuo after they were done playing with him finally convinced him to
reluctantly part his lips and let the repugnant organ slide into his mouth.
As if to add insult to injury, the silence in the room, except for the few
catcalls coming from some of the other Yakuza, only made Kadota's chocked
noises sound louder in his ears. He had a feeling that most eyes were on him,
and he was burning with shame knowing that his schoolmates, especially Shizuo,
had seen him down on his knees, sucking another's guy cock. The whole situation
was mortifying, but choosing death over life because of some stupid sense of
pride seemed like an unintelligent thing to do.
Live to fight another day, he kept reminding himself as Ohno fucked his face in
a succession of violent rapid thrusts before finally burying himself deeper
than ever before. He felt the cock wedged down his throat twitch and throb as
Ohno spilled his nasty seed down his abused throat for what felt like an
eternity, and despite his mind ordering him to stay put and just take it, he
still ended up struggling as panic seized him when he started chocking on the
salty liquid. He tried to pull away, but Ohno's hand on the back of his skull
kept him in place and just when he was one step away from biting down on the
guy's dick, the Yakuza finally released him. Kadota drew back so fast that he
lost his balance and ended up on the floor, coughing and wheezing, speckles of
the man's seed and his own spit hitting the previously clean floor.
Once he was able to breathe again he turned hesitant eyes towards Shizuo,
expecting to see the blond look at him with disgust, but what he saw instead
was guilt. Shizuo was obviously blaming himself for being unable to save him,
and since Kadota didn't want him to feel that way, he forced his lips to move
into a weak smile. "'m fine," he told him in a husky voice.
"Allow Orihara-kun to pleasure you before I change my mind and give Kadota to
my men," Sakamoto said, and Shizuo's wild eyes burned holes into one of the
Yakuza who was rubbing his crotch and drooling over Kadota. Shit, he inwardly
cursed as his gaze shifted over to Izaya, hazel eyes roaming over the bruised
form of his archenemy. "Fine," he growled, and limped towards Izaya, but not
before glaring at the guy who'd previously put a knife to his throat, the man's
smirk only serving to further irritate him.
"Wait," Sakamoto ordered. "You two," he told his men, "bring the bespectacled
guy here," and as his eyes fell on Shinra, he saw the teenager tremble under
his gaze.
Shinra had kept his eyes closed most of the time, not wanting to see Izaya and
Kadota's degradation at the hands of the Yakuza, but he opened them when
Sakamoto mentioned his name. If he still had his phone, he would've called
Celty and asked her to save him, but Sakamoto's men had made sure to snatch the
electronic device from his pocket before they had arrived at the club. He was
still curled up on the platform with his knees drawn to his chest, afraid to
even breathe in the off chance that someone would notice him and do to him the
sickening things they had done to Kadota and Izaya.
Because his hands were still cuffed behind his back, he wasn't able to zip up
his pants, but he was grateful that lzaya at least had the presence of mind to
shove his ― at the time softening ― member back into the confines of his
underwear before being dragged away. He shuddered when one guy wrapped callous
fingers around his throat to keep him in place while another uncuffed his
wrists to free them from the pole before cuffing them again. He eyed the door
and thought about making a run for it, but before he was even tempted to act on
it, he was hauled up to his feet, pulled past Izaya, and pushed down on the
couch next to Sakamoto.
"Stay there," the Yakuza ordered, and Shinra didn't dare move a muscle. The
same guys who'd carried him over to the couch moved to grab Izaya, but his
friend raised a hand to stop them.
"Give me a s-second," Izaya requested and pushed his battered body closer to
Shinra when Sakamoto nodded. "Oops, I f-forgot to do s-something important," he
mused, lips set into a thin smile as he raised trembling fingers and zipped up
Shinra's pants, ignoring the chocked sob his friend wasn't able to hide at the
pathetic sight he was surely making.
"I'm so sorry, Izaya," Shinra barely found his voice to utter the apology,
tears falling freely down his cheeks.
"It's okay," Izaya told him in a soft tone, at the same time trying to ignore
what was happening behind him. It was one thing to blow Shinra and another one
entirely to do the same thing to a man he despised. He tried to pull up the
pants hanging around his ankles, but he was interrupted when his arms were
seized and he was carried and dumped at Shizuo's feet who was now sitting in
Shinra's previous spot. For some reason, he couldn't help but let out a
mirthless laugh.
"This isn't funny, you fucked up flea!" Shizuo snapped, hand shooting straight
to Izaya's throat.
"Didn't s-say it w-was," Izaya bit back, his voice so venomous that it startled
Shizuo into releasing him. He tried once again to pull up his pants in an
attempt to hide his blood-stained thighs from Shizuo's view, but one man
captured his arms while another one took off his shoes and divested him of the
rest of his clothes. This time, Izaya broke into hysterical laughter, body
trembling as he slowly moved into a kneeling position between the blond's legs.
Instead of taking it slowly like he'd done with Shinra, he unzipped the blue
uniform pants and shoved a hand into his nemesis's briefs, pulling out the soft
member and glaring at it with disgust for only a brief moment before taking it
into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the head.
Shizuo instinctively bucked into the hot cavern, but he seized a fistful of
raven hair and pulled Izaya off his cock when he realized what he'd just done.
"Shit, I'm s-sorry, flea, I..." he stuttered, mortified. Because of his
strength, he'd never been with anyone before, so to have his nemesis suck him
off was beyond fucked up.
"Hurts..." Izaya complained.
Shizuo's brows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head as he stared back
at the flea. "What...?"
"Let go!" Izaya hissed and weakly smacked Shizuo's arm away.
"Oh... shit. I'm sorry, flea. I didn't realize―"
"Shizu-chan," Izaya spoke between clenched teeth, "just shut the fuck up."
Normally, Shizuo would've punched the insect in the face for telling him what
to do, but he couldn't do it no matter how angry he was, not when the cracks in
Izaya's mask were so obvious. The fact that the flea was shuddering in pain and
disgust made everything that much harder to bear, especially when he could
still vividly remember Izaya's little cries and whimpers at the hands of the
massive Yakuza. He rotated his head in Kadota's direction, and he was grateful
to see that his friend was being left alone. His gaze then moved over to
Shinra, the guy's terrified expression making him feel like more of a failure
than he already felt. He didn't have time to contemplate on it though, because
Izaya's lips were back on his cock and he couldn't really think when the flea
kept taking him deeper each time that raven head kept descending on his quickly
hardening shaft.
"Shit," he cursed under his breathe and balled his hands into fists in an
attempt to stop himself from seizing Izaya's head and fuck his face as one
specific part of his anatomy was demanding. Electricity shot up Shizuo's spine
each time Izaya swirled his tongue around the head, and no matter how wrong it
all was, his body didn't seem to care. What they were doing was practically
rape, and yet he was still getting hard as Izaya was being forced to pleasure
him. Fuck, fuck fuck; this is so fucked up, he inwardly cursed and closed his
eyes in order to no longer see his cock going in and out of Izaya's mouth.
Somehow, that was making him harder. He almost felt the need to apologize, but
he refused to do it when everything was the bastard's fault.
Izaya on the other hand was trying really hard to not bite Shizuo's dick off,
his hate for the fake blond fiercely battling his desire for survival. The
monster tasted rather sweet, just like those disgusting things he kept eating,
and somehow that made Izaya even more pissed off than he already was. Orihara
Izaya hated Heiwajima Shizuo from the bottom of his heart, and being forced to
pleasure the beast felt like the ultimate punishment. He was almost afraid to
keep going, wondering how big the beast's shaft would get before finally
ceasing it's growth, but luckily Shizuo was only slightly bigger than average
instead of the monster Izaya believe him to be. There were a few times when
Izaya had accused the beast of overcompensating, but now he knew for a fact
that he'd been wrong. He wished he'd been right though, because then he'd have
something to mock Shizuo about besides his acute lack of intelligence.
He canted his head upwards with the intention of shooting him a hateful glare,
but Shizuo's eyes were closed and Izaya was almost grateful; he didn't really
want his nemesis to watch him intently as he kept sucking cock. It was
humiliating, perhaps even more humiliating than when Bear had raped him because
this time around he was the one doing all the work and even though the others
obviously knew that he didn't want to do it, they were still mocking him,
saying what a cock-whore he was and how much he liked to get face-fucked.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Shizuo roared so unexpectedly that Izaya ended up violently
drawing back in fear, the sudden aggressive tone making him tremble just a bit
harder.
"Just shut the fuck up," Shizuo repeated, this time in a lower voice. "I'll
fucking kill all of you when this is over," he promised as he glared at some of
them.
"I'd really like to see you try," Sakamoto said, amused. "You really don't
sound that convincing when your face is so flushed and your cock is glistening
with your friend's spit."
Shizuo's hands immediately flew to his crotch area to cover it as best as he
could. "F-Fuck you," he stuttered.
Sakamoto's dark laughter resonated throughout the large room. "Oh, no, fuck
him," he corrected while looking at Kadota and motioning for one of his men to
bring him over. "Orihara-kun, use that talented mouth of yours to pleasure...
what was his name again, Dota...chin?"
"It's Kadota!" the teenager answered through clenched teeth as he was brought
before Izaya who was already raising quivering hands to unzip his fly. Instead
of standing still, he tried to get away, but he ended up stumbling and falling
on Shizuo's lap, his friend's half-pained, half-pleasured moan making him jump
back to his feet at the speed of light. "Shizuo, I'm so sorry!" he rushed to
answer, his face going red with embarrassment.
"Don't be sorry, Kadota-kun, you actually gave me a great idea," the Yakuza
boss said as he smiled sadistically. "Noboru, did you bring it?" he asked as he
turned to one of his men.
"I did, Sakamoto-sama."
"Good; give it to the blond guy."
Shizuo watched in confusion as Noboru handed him a bottle of something. "What's
this?"
"Really, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked in disbelief. "Are y-you really this dense?
What d-does it say on it?"
Shizuo's brows furrowed as he read the label. "Says lube."
Izaya rolled his eyes while Shizuo gave Sakamoto a confused look.
"What do you want me to do with it?" the blond asked.
Sakamoto laughed. "Orihara-kun, why don't you explain it to him?" he suggested,
but Kadota did it for him in a surprisingly calm voice before Izaya could
answer.
"It's so that you won't tear my ass apart."
Shizuo's dropped the plastic bottle and his face turned beet red, Izaya's
hysterical laughter only serving to further infuriate him. "No way, just... NO!
I'm not... I'm not ra― HELL NO!"
Sakamoto got up and slipped a hand into his pants' pocket, lips set into a
malevolent smile.
Kadota backed away until he hit Shizuo's chest, and he ended up cringing when
his fingers accidentally brushed against the blond's half-hard erection.
Luckily, his friend chose to ignore the blunder.
Hazel eyes glared murder at the Yakuza boss, but Shizuo knew that if he
attacked he'd be shot dead before he could reach him.
"If you don't want Dotachin, then my men can have him now," Sakamoto chuckled
darkly.
"NO!" Shizuo growled and wrapped his arms around Kadota's form.
Sakamoto sighed loudly. "Then fuck him before my men do it."
Shizuo felt Kadota shudder, and he tightened his arms around him, not realizing
that he was hurting him until he heard a pained grunt.
"Shizuo," Kadota said tiredly, "just do it. I really don't want to end up like
Izaya." As his eyes locked with brown-red orbs, he added, "No offense."
"None taken!" Izaya shrugged before he moved closer to Kadota, but when he
heard Shizuo growl he lowered his hands before canting his head upwards and
looking straight into Shizuo's eyes. "Do you r-really want Dotachin to b-bleed
like this?" he hissed, and fought to not cover himself when Shizuo's eyes
roamed over his naked form. When the protozoan glowering at him didn't answer,
he raised his hands again and proceeded to unbuckle the belt, unzip the pants
and gingerly pull them down. "I suggest you g-get the lube, S-Shizu-chan,"
Izaya spoke softly before he pulled down the briefs and wrapped his fingers
around Kadota's limp cock. Just as Izaya had expected, Dotachin recoiled from
the touch as though he'd been burned, so he reached out once again and firmly
grabbed it in his hand or as firmly as he could in his current state.
His backside hurt so badly that he couldn't even move an inch without agonizing
pain shooting up his spine and tears falling out of the corners of his eyes,
but he refused to break into sobbing no matter how much he wished to do so. He
was still angry at himself for crying out in pain when Bear had fucked him, but
the Yakuza had been too brutal and unlike Shizuo's monstrous body, Izaya's own
was just as normal as any other human's ― good looks aside. His only
consolation was that he no longer had to blow Shizuo, especially since he
dreaded the thought of the beast coming into his mouth. He obviously didn't
want to suck off Kadota either, but he couldn't disobey The Wolf.
***** Beautiful Losers *****
Shizuo reluctantly picked up the bottle and glared at it for a few moments
until he heard a gasp coming from Kadota and that's what he realized that Izaya
was already sucking off their trapped-in-the middle friend. He knew exactly
what Kadota was feeling and his face turned red at the memory of his own shaft
going in and out of Izaya's mouth. At least he wasn't seeing it from where he
was standing behind Kadota, but his friend's still clothed behind was in view
and he didn't know what the hell to do. His gaze shifted back to the bottle and
he glowered at it with all the animosity in the world until Kadota's voice got
attention.
"Pour some of it on my fingers, and I'll do it," he told the blond, all the
while doing his best to stand still. He knew exactly how horrible it was to
have a dick shoved down your throat, and he had no intention of hurting Izaya
in any way, even though everything was the idiot's fault.
"Let Shizuo-kun do it for you," Sakamoto commanded.
Knowing that Shizuo would certainly snap, Kadota took it upon himself to tell
him what to do. "Shizuo, come closer for a bit," he requested, nearly choking
when Izaya's tongue teased the head of his member. Once the blond's face was a
few inches from his own, he leaned in and whispered the instructions in his
ear.
"What the hell? Why do you even know this?!" Shizuo nearly screeched.
"It's common sense, you dumbass," Kadota snapped and then almost moaned when
Izaya ran his tongue across the whole length of his cock. "Just do it," he
growled lowly while glaring at Shizuo out of the corner of his eye.
Shizuo's red face turned even redder, and as he poured some of the cold gel on
his hands, he wondered if he could ever look Kadota in the eyes again after
such a disturbing day. Kadota lifted his cuffed hands to give him better
access, and Shizuo slowly lowered the briefs, blushing furiously the entire
time. He'd never even kissed a girl before, and now he was supposed to fuck his
friend in the ass? Well, fuck. It looked like he had no choice but to rely on
his instincts. He pushed Kadota's shoulders forward a bit and placed an arm
around the other's chest before finally pushing one finger in. He felt Kadota
tense, but he continued since his friend was not whimpering or crying out in
pain. His fingers felt slippery and cool as he worked them one by one into the
ass before him, gradually stretching it out, and he was so focused on trying
not to hurt Kadota with his strength that he almost jumped in surprise when he
heard him moan.
"Just do it already," Kadota ordered in a husky voice, the assault on both his
cock and ass turning his knees to jelly. It'd hurt a bit in the beginning, but
because Shizuo took such great care to prepare him he was no longer afraid.
Three fingers were nowhere near the girth of Shizuo's member, but he kept
telling himself that it couldn't be that bad.
"Wait," Shizuo gulped and then wrapped a hand around his own member in the hope
of bringing it back to life. Given the situation, he couldn't hold an erection
without physical stimulation, unlike some of the Yakuza who were sporting
noticeable bulges. It felt like forever had passed before his cock was hard
enough to be of any use, and after lubing it up he hooked an arm around
Kadota's waist and used his other hand to guide his erection between the pale
cheeks and into the tight hole he was almost certain he'd end up ripping apart.
Something that big just wasn't meant to go in there. He immediately felt Kadota
tense, but instead of stopping he pushed in until the head managed to slip past
the tight ring of muscles. Kadota was already panting heavily and clenching
around him, and Shizuo couldn't really blame him. "Try to relax," he whispered
into a red ear.
"You try to relax with a cock shoved up your ass," Kadota snapped, but he
immediately regretted his outburst when Shizuo roughly pulled out. "Fuck," he
hissed and nearly doubled over, Izaya's hand on his chest being the only thing
keeping him from losing his balance and falling over.
"I'm sorry!" the blond rushed to apologize.
"Shizu-chan, shut up and t-take a seat," Izaya suggested, and he was surprised
to see the beast comply. "Dotachin, you sit in h-his lap."
Kadota shot him an incredulous look, but Izaya gave him a light push and he had
no choice but to sit in Shizuo's lap even though he was reluctant about trying
the whole sex thing again. He heard Shizuo grunt when he put pressure on the
gunshot wound, but there was nothing either of them could do about it. He took
a sharp intake of break when Izaya took him into his mouth, and he tried his
best to not get up and run the hell away from there when he felt the head of
Shizuo's cock rub against his opening. He tensed at the prospect of that thing
getting shoved into his ass, but when Shizuo didn't do anything Kadota blinked
a few times until he realized that the blond was waiting for him to impale
himself on it.
Left with no other choice, he slowly pushed down on the shaft until he felt the
head breach the tight ring of muscles, the pain he'd felt earlier returning
with a vengeance. A barely audible whine slipped past his lips when he took in
more of Shizuo's shaft, and as though he wasn't in enough pain already, he
ended up fully impaling himself on it with a loud cry of agony when Shizuo
startled him by placing a hand on his stomach. He could hardly breathe, let
alone move, his legs trembling so badly that he doubted he could get up even if
he wanted. He felt Izaya laugh around his cock and he snapped. "Shut the hell
up, Izaya! This is all your fault." He wished he could glare at him, but he
couldn't open his eyes when they were scrunched up in agony as piercing pain
shot throughout his body each time he took a breath.
Shizuo on the other hand was struggling not to move, the scorching heat that
was Kadota's ass viciously clenching around his throbbing member. He cursed
under his breath and muffled a grunt by burying his head in-between two
trembling shoulder blades, the feeling of Kadota squeezing him in a vice-grip
making it hard for him to think. Regardless of the monster he knew he was,
Shizuo was capable of being a gentle creature when it came to the people he
cared about, but he didn't dare do it no matter how much he wanted to comfort
Kadota with gentle caresses. The laughs they were getting from the Yakuza were
enough to almost make him lose it, so it took double the effort to stay calm
when all he wanted to do was to inflict pain on the sick fucks watching them
while at the same time wishing to fuck Kadota senseless. And it was so awkward
to end up doing it with a guy, especially when he'd always imagined his first
time being with an older woman who'd teach him everything he needed to know
about sex. He was a bit startled when the back of Kadota's head fell on his
shoulder, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before they both
looked away in embarrassment.
"Move," Kadota demanded, but his voice sounded too shaky even to his own ears.
It still hurt a lot, but he figured that it couldn't get any worse than it
already was. He wished he could move himself, but he lacked the strength to
even breathe let alone bounce on his friend's cock. He felt Shizuo tighten a
strong arm around his waist and he shuddered, almost dreading that first thrust
because of the blond's strength.
Instead of the violent first jab Kadota expected, Shizuo slowly pulled back his
hips ― as much as he could while sitting down ― and sunk back in, shuddering
himself as the friction of that heat snuggling his cock made him bite into his
lower lip in order to stifle any sounds threatening to come out. He kept going
at the same slow pace when he saw that Kadota wasn't complaining, his hand now
wandering across the taut abdomen and chest after losing the battle to stand
still. Something in the back of his mind told him not to touch Kadota more than
it was necessary, but he ignored it and gently caressed the quivering body with
apologetic touches. As he raised his head, his gaze drifted over to Kadota's
neck, and he couldn't stop himself from brushing his lips against it, his
friend's barely audible moan encouraging him to continue.
Kadota was expecting a violent assault to come sooner or later, but the blond
was still gently thrusting into his body and the light pressure Kadota felt
each time the shaft rubbed against his inner walls almost made him want to ask
for more. It was like a blissful itch he couldn't scratch, and when he finally
succumbed to his body's desires he turned his head to the side and asked the
blond, in a barely audible yet needy voice, to go faster. He gasped when Shizuo
started drilling into him, and he further tilted his head to give the other
better access when he felt lips on his neck. If he'd been able to think
clearly, he would've been mortified by the sounds he was making, but as things
were he couldn't stop himself from moaning as Shizuo continued to pound into
him.
The double assault left him gasping for breath, and it didn't take long before
he came with a loud cry, body quivering as he emptied himself inside Izaya's
hot mouth, forgetting for a few blissful seconds who was sucking him off and
who was screwing him. His eyes fell upon Izaya wiping his mouth with the back
of his hand when he came back to his senses, but he didn't have time to dwell
on how wrong that was because Shizuo was still ramming into him and he couldn't
help but whine at a particular hard thrust that knocked the air out of his
lungs, a pathetic sound of surprise slipping past his lips when the blond
pushed him to his knees and resumed his earlier pounding.
As the need to reach the peak overwhelmed his senses, Shizuo lowered himself
over Kadota's form and wrapped an arm around the quickly rising and falling
chest while he used the other hand to grip a hip with bruising force. For a
couple of minutes, he was deaf and blind to everything around him with the
exception of Kadota twitching and squirming beneath him, and when he finally
came he felt his brain turn to mush after getting fried by the multitude of
sensations assaulting his body all at once. It felt like an eternity had passed
before he was done emptying himself into the slick body he was huddling to his
chest. Devoid of strength, he collapsed on top of Kadota, his tense muscles
going limp.
Unfortunately, his ecstasy was short-lived. He tried to get up the moment he
felt something pierce his neck, but his body refused to listen to him and he
ended up collapsing on top of Kadota once again. He wanted to speak, but even
the simple task of forming words seemed impossible. He glared at the man when
he heard Sakamoto laugh, but he didn't have the strength to raise his head and
for the first time since he'd been captured he was terrified by the prospect of
being completely powerless.
"Just a little something to keep you compliant," Sakamoto informed him before
two men picked up Shizuo and dumped him back on the platform. "I hope you made
your friend feel good because I doubt he will appreciate what my men will do to
him next."
Shizuo tried to protest, but that thought quickly flew out of mind when the
Yakuza looming over him grabbed his legs and pried them apart. He was ashamed
by how much he was panicking, but no matter how much he wanted to push the man
away from him he couldn't even lift a finger let alone fight him off. He'd
never felt so powerless in his entire life, and he was overwhelmed with disgust
when the man licked a long trail up the side of his face.
"I'll show you how much of a bitch you can be," the man whispered besides his
ear, and Shizuo felt the blood freeze in his veins at the promise.
Shizuo was certain that the man would violently fuck him, so he couldn't have
been more surprised when he felt a cold wet finger breach him. He would've
shuddered in disgust had he been able to move, so instead he just lay there
unmoving as the man licked his ear and whispered filthy promises. He found it
weird that he could still feel, the proof being the pain he experienced when he
felt a second finger enter him, but that was nowhere near as bad as when a
third one quickly followed the other two. The hungry hand wandering up and down
his side made his skin crawl, and when the man grabbed a fistful of hair and
tilted his head, Shizuo nearly threw up at the feeling of thin lips kissing his
jaw.
As though things weren't bad enough, the fingers retracted and were replaced by
something bigger. At first, Shizuo thought it was the guy's shaft, but the
thing was too cold to belong to a human. It didn't hurt as much as he thought
it would when it began to slowly sink into him, but just when he thought that
things couldn't get any worse, the thing started vibrating. He wanted to tell
them to take it the hell out of him, but he couldn't, and as if to make an
already horrible day even worse, the man tightened his hold on the blonde locks
and raised his head so that Shizuo could see himself getting hard.
I'm screwed, he thought, but he didn't have time to dwell on it because the man
pulled him up by the hair and into a sitting position, the toy further sinking
into his body and pushing against something that made him mewl as it sent waves
of shameful pleasure all throughout his body. He was torn between his mind's
wish to make it stop and his body's desire to feel more of it, but his inner
conflict was interrupted when he heard the sounds of a buckle unfastening and
he opened his eyes just in time to see the Yakuza lower the zipper of his pants
and pull out a half-hard member.
He wanted to threaten the man, to tell him that he would bite it off if he
dared to ram it into his mouth, but he knew that he couldn't do it when his jaw
was slack because of the drug they had injected him with. He watched with eyes
wide with terror as the shaft approached his mouth, and there was nothing he
could've done when it was pushed past his lips and shoved down his throat.
Panic overtook him when the Yakuza kept it there instead of pulling out, and a
few tears formed at the corners of Shizuo's eyes as he struggled to breathe. A
few black spots appeared at the edges of his vision, and just as he was about
to either pass out from lack of oxygen or die ― he didn't know which one it
would've been ― the man pulled out and then rammed back in, setting a punishing
rhythm that sent tears streaking down Shizuo's face.
As the pleasure shooting up his spine and the pain of getting faced-fucked
mixed into his head in the most horrible thing he'd ever experienced, Shizuo
vowed to kill Izaya because everything was the insect's fault. The man's grunts
each time the Yakuza buried the shaft deep down Shizuo's throat were sickening,
and when the man's hips jerked a few times before finally stilling deeper than
ever before, Shizuo panicked as liquid shot down his throat for what felt like
an eternity before the man finally gave a few last lazy thrusts and pulled out.
"Swallow it all, bitch," the Yakuza ordered after he covered the blond's mouth
and Shizuo had no choice but to do as he was told if he wanted to ever breathe
again. Shizuo greedily took a lungful of air and broke into a coughing fit the
moment the man pulled back his hand, a few moans mixing in with the desperate
gulps of air when the man released the hold he had on his hair and he ended up
falling back on the platform, the toy shifting inside his passage.
"You see, Shizuo-kun, how can you protect your friends when you can't even keep
your ass and mouth safe?" Sakamoto asked, and Shizuo only then realized that
his schoolmates had been forced to watch his degradation. His face turned even
redder, the sound of the toy buzzing inside him too loud in the heavy silence
that had settled over the large room. He was boiling with rage, but the rage
was easily drowned by the shame he felt at being unable to get himself out of
such an embarrassing situation; there was nothing he could do as long as he was
a prisoner inside his own body.
"Now that they've all realized how powerless they are," Sakamoto commented as
his gaze traveled between the four Raijin students, "you can do whatever you
want with them, as long as you don't permanently main or kill them," the Yakuza
boss addressed his underlings with a sadistic smile on his face.
Some of the men seemed reluctant to engage in gang rape, but those few who were
anxious to have a piece of Raijin student ass kept goading the others on until
most of them gave in and decided which students they wanted to screw.
Shizuo hadn't even finished catching his breath when one of the men tightly
gripped his hair and yanked him up while another one grabbed his hips and
pulled out the vibrator. The man behind him thrust into him in one quick and
painful move while another vile shaft was shoved down his throat the moment his
mouth opened into a wordless cry as a result of the stabbing pain he felt when
the Yakuza behind him rammed into him like a beast. He never thought he'd
rather have the vibrator back, but it was much better than having someone
violently screw him in the ass.
"This is all your fault," Kadota hissed before he too was grabbed by a couple
of Yakuza and dragged towards a couch.
Izaya felt the sting of Dotachin's words, but there was nothing he could do now
that the Yakuza were free to do with them as they pleased. No matter how much
he despised Shizuo, it felt wrong to see the beast so powerless as the blond
was being violated, but at least Izaya was consoled by the thought of having
saved Shinra from a similar fate. He glowered at the men who dared to put their
dirty paws on his much superior person and who hauled him to his feet before
they started dragging him towards the couch where he'd previously been raped by
Bear. Despite how brave he wanted to act, he still ended up trembling badly in
their hold and struggling weakly to get away, the thought of being fucked again
when he couldn't even walk anymore because of how much it hurt making a few
pathetic noises slip past his lips.
Once there, one of the men released him and sat down on the couch while the
other roughly forced him on his knees and pushed his head into the other man's
crotch, and all Izaya could do was shake his head even though he knew that he
couldn't refuse. He tried to move away, but the man behind him had a firm grip
on his nape and Izaya watched with eyes wide with apprehension as the man
unbuckled the belt, lowered the zipper and pulled up his already erect member,
the earlier show having obviously turned him on.
Izaya pressed his lips tightly together and continued to shake his head, the
idea of that disgusting thing going into his mouth almost making him puke. It
was true that he'd sucked off Shinra and Kadota, hell, even Shizuo, and he
hated Shizuo, but at least the brute was someone he knew and who also didn't
want it to begin with. On the other hand, the man before him wanted it, badly,
and Izaya knew that the Yakuza wouldn't be anywhere near as gentle as his
schoolmates had been. The man would do his best to make him suffer, and Izaya
knew he couldn't stop him. He could've tried to push himself away from the foul
organ being pressed to his lips if his hands had been free, but the man behind
him had a tight grip on his wrists and Izaya couldn't tear himself away from
it.
"If you bite, he's going to fuck you to death, right, Kimura?" the Yakuza
warned him right before he grabbed a fistful of raven hair and viciously pulled
on it, making the student kneeling as his feet cry out in pain.
"Yeah," the other answered while working on freeing his own erection.
Regardless of the threat, Izaya refused to open his mouth, and it wasn't until
Kimura entered him in one vicious thrust that he ended up opening his mouth as
a pained scream tore out of his raw throat, the repulsive organ he'd been
glaring at for a while being shoved past his lips. He immediately chocked and
tried to get away, but his struggles only made Kimura's shaft go in deeper. He
almost bit down in a panic, but the thought of getting fucked to death held him
back.
"Oi, Takagi, do that again," Kimura said, laughing, and Izaya couldn't help the
tears from streaming down his cheeks when Takagi proceeded to fuck his face
like there was no tomorrow, each violent thrust into his mouth impaling him
harder into Kimura's shaft.
Takagi was nowhere near as big as Bear, but what he needed was medical help
instead of another dick tearing him apart and making him bleed all over again.
The lack of oxygen nearly sent him plummeting into unconsciousness, but the
violent thrusts forcing excruciating pain up his spine anchored him into
reality regardless of how much he craved the sweet taste of oblivion.
***** True Colors *****
Kadota on the other hand was only being toyed with while his schoolmates were
being violently gang raped. He hissed for the umpteenth time as one of the
Yakuza, whose name was Hiroshi, kept pumping his still limp member after
slipping a cock ring around the base.
"I must say," the man commented while he rubbed Kadota's left thigh with the
other hand, "your earlier show convinced me to have a try at a piece of male
ass. I can't wait to try you out."
"Fuck you," Kadota spat him in the face, a vicious punch to his cheek being
Hiroshi's immediate response to the insult. He kept his eyes squeezed shut for
a while, until the pain radiating from the left side of his face started to
lower in intensity, but he instantly regretted it the moment he opened them and
they fell on the object the man was holding in his hand.
"Don't be so angry, sweetie, I promise I'll be gentle," the man smiled right
before he roughly pushed a too big dildo up Kadota's ass, the teenager's
screams of pain as the plastic toy was being forced into his passage getting
the attention of some of the other occupants in the room who were already
laughing at the sight as though the whole thing was somehow amusing.
It wasn't for Kadota, not by a long shot. It'd been hard enough to take Shizuo
in, and the blond was nowhere near as monstrous as the plastic toy stretching
his muscles beyond their natural limit. He screamed when he felt the burn
intensifying, as though something gave away, tore under the pressure, but he
couldn't be sure because of the dampness of Shizuo's seed still seeping out of
his hole.
"Shh," Hiroshi spoke softly as he continued to fuck Kadota with the dildo, his
hand leaving the still mostly soft member in favor or roaming all over the
trembling body as though he was mapping every inch of the younger male he was
about to fuck. Hiroshi wasn't an ugly man, nor was he good-looking; he was as
average as they went, but there was one thing about him that was above average,
and that was the sheer size of the quickly hardening member in his pants. "I'm
doing this for you," Hiroshi assured him before latching his lips to Kadota's
neck and sucking and biting on the skin there with the intention of leaving a
bruise.
"Maybe I don't want to feel good, so why don't you shove it up your ass
instead?" Kadota bit back, but he ended up screeching when the Yakuza buried
the whole thing inside him in one hard thrust before completely pulling it out.
"You'll understand in a second," Hiroshi said and proceeded to unbuckle the
belt of his pants, pull down the zipper and take out his half-hard member,
which was already big enough to make the teenager's eyes widen in horror.
"D-Don't!" Kadota stuttered pathetically and tried to kick the man away, but
Hiroshi cast his legs apart with strong hands and settled between them. As the
Yakuza pumped his member to its full size and lubed himself up, Kadota's eyes
kept widening, his body nearly spasming with how hard he was trembling.
"Please―" he tried begging, but he ended up screaming bloody murder when the
blunt tip off the Yakuza's member breached his muscles and the man pushed the
whole thing inside in one torturous thrust. Kadota nearly blacked out when
Hiroshi pulled out and then drove back in, keening sounds of agony spilling
past his lips as the man continued to ram himself in with abandon.
The torment was overwhelming, and the contrast between the vicious thrusts of
the man grunting like an animal above him and Shizuo's gentle ones made him
wish that he was back into the blond's arms. He tried to focus on how he'd felt
back then, but a sharp pain in his shoulder as Hiroshi's teeth broke skin when
they sunk into it anchored him back into the horrifying reality of being
violently raped by another man. Unfortunately, he was powerless with his hands
cuffed behind his back and crushed between his back and the couch.
Hurtshurtshurts, the word kept repeating itself inside his head as tears
streamed down his face, and Kadota could do nothing but let out a broken scream
of relief mixed with disgust when the Yakuza's thrusts turned chaotic before
the man spilled himself deep inside him.
Shinra was curled into a tight ball on the couch, with his knees drawn to his
chest and his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't stop trembling to save his life,
each scream or pained moan one of his friends made sending violent shudders
through his body. The feeling of Sakamoto's hand on his arm made him recoil
from the touch, but the tight grip kept him in place.
"Watch and listen," the Yakuza ordered, and Shinra swallowed thickly before his
gaze fell upon each one of his friends.
More tears slid down his cheeks at the sight, and he felt crushed by guilt
because the others were going through hell while he was being left alone by the
Yakuza because of the deal Izaya had made.
Sakamoto released Shinra's arm, slipped a hand into his pants' pocket and
pulled out a cigarette pack. "My men have never had so much fun before," he
told the boy next to him before he tightly gripped the thin arm and hauled him
up to his feet. "Let's go," he ordered, but Shinra started screaming and
struggling for all he was worth, the noise attracting the attention of some of
the other people in the room.
Izaya, who was twitching on the floor while two other Yakuza were unbuckling
their belts, pushed himself upwards with trembling arms and glared at Sakamoto.
"Y-You said you wouldn't t-touch him," he hissed through clenched teeth, but he
looked anything but dangerous with cum and spit dripping down his chin.
"We agreed that my men wouldn't touch him. You didn't say anything about me not
touching him," Sakamoto informed him, a sadistic grin splitting his face in
two.
"It went without s-saying!" Izaya shouted, enraged, but he ended up coughing
and spluttering more cum and spit on the floor because of how hard it was for
him to talk let alone yell when it felt as though his raw throat was on fire.
Shinra was trying to wrench himself out of the man's hold, so Sakamoto placed
the cigarette between his lips, pulled him closer and then punched him hard in
the face, breaking Shinra's glasses in the process.
"Don't you fucking t-touch him!" Izaya warned, his red rimmed and bloodshot
eyes burning with hatred.
Ignoring the enraged teenager who was shouting at him, Sakamoto started
dragging a stunned Shinra towards the back room. He almost wished he could hear
the other two complain as well, but the one named Shizuo was still under the
drug's influence while the other one couldn't talk with a cock getting rammed
into his mouth.
"What was your name again?" Sakamoto asked after closing the door behind him
and forcing the terrified teenager to sit down on the chair in the middle of
the room. "Answer, boy!" the Yakuza growled and back-handed him so hard that
Shinra would've fallen down on the floor if not for the tight grip in his hair
keeping him in place.
"P-Please..." it was the only thing Shinra managed to say before he broke into
sobbing.
"Shh, listen," Sakamoto said as he raised Shinra's head. "Look at me," he
ordered and harshly tugged on dark grey locks until Shinra had no choice but to
obey. "You see that?" he then asked and forced Shinra's head to the side, grey
eyes widening in terror as they fell on the many objects scattered all over the
table. "This is the place where we torture enemies for information, or people
who betray us, but I'm not going to use any of them on you if you behave," he
promised. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to open your mouth and
suck my dick. You can't say no. If I even suspect that you have any intention
of biting down I'm going to pull out all of your teeth one by one with those
pliers lying on the table over there, and then I'm going to fuck your bleeding
mouth. Do you understand?"
Even if Shinra wanted to speak, he couldn't do it when he was sobbing so hard
that he could barely breathe. His vision was blurred by tears and he could
hardly hear anything with how hard his heart was beating.
"Do you understand?" Sakamato asked again and harshly tugged on his victim's
hair. "Nod if you do."
Shinra let out a heartwrenching sob and then nodded once.
The finality of Sakamoto's belt buckle unfastening and the zipper being pulled
down only made Shinra cry harder, but he didn't dare move after being
threatened with torture. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to get away,
getaway, as the man pulled out his semi-erect member, but the fear of horrible
pain rooted him to the spot.
"Open your mouth," Sakamoto ordered and then back-handed him hard across the
face when Shinra disobeyed and instead kept on sobbing. "I said, open your
mouth," he growled and tugged on the dark grey locks.
This time, Shinra opened his mouth, but he was having a hard time keeping it
open with how hard his body was trembling. He scrunched his eyes shut so that
he wouldn't see, but that turned out to be a mistake when he felt the man's
shaft touch his lips and he recoiled from the touch as though he'd been burned.
Sakamoto violently pulled him back, and Shinra couldn't help but cry out in
pain at the sudden action.
The Yakuza took the opportunity to push in, and Shinra nearly gagged and threw
up right at that moment, but the fear of torture kept him from biting down or
throwing up because he knew that he'd probably end up getting killed if either
of those happened. He shuddered in disgust when he felt the hard flesh slide
across his tongue for the first time, and he was hit by a wave of nausea when
the man pulled out and then rammed back in, the repugnant taste and smell of
the flesh being forced into his mouth making his already distaste for humans
increase tenfold.
Shinra started struggling after only a few of Sakamoto's thrusts because his
burning lungs were screaming for air, but the hand in his hair and the one at
the back of his head were unyielding and he couldn't get away. The temptation
to bite down on the repulsive organ grew with each new forceful thrust, but the
fear of never seeing Celty again kept him from following through with his
impulse. CeltyCeltyCelty, he kept repeating her name in his head as though he
was trying to cling to her memory in order to escape the horror of what was
being done to him, but the thing in his mouth kept growing and when the utter
disgust he was feeling finally overwhelmed him he knew that he'd lost the
battle.
Sakamoto heard the sounds and recognized the signs even before the Raijin
student knew what he'd end up doing, so he yanked Shinra off his cock, grabbed
him by the arm and pushed him down on the floor.
Shinra ended up puking soon after his knees hit the floor, and as he spilled
the contents of his stomach on the previously clean floor, the fear of
repercussion nearly made him piss his pants. He barely managed to hold it in,
but there was nothing he could do about the wild shivers wrecking his frame. He
tried to apologize the moment he was done, but a vicious kick to his face
nearly sent him into unconsciousness. Pain like he'd never felt before radiated
from the left side of his face, and when he tried to speak, to apologize, to
beg, anything to stop the Yakuza from beating him to death, he realized that
his jaw had been broken or dislocated and that he couldn't form any words.
Sakamoto could almost sense the terror radiating from the teenager, and that
somehow soothed his bruised ego, but he could not let such an insult go
unpunished, so he hauled him up by the arms and dragged him to the table. The
Raijin student made a last ditch attempt to get away, but Sakamoto pushed aside
some of the stuff scattered over the surface and bent him over it before
working on pulling down the blue uniform pants.
Pleasepleaseplease, Shinra kept bellowing inside his head, but the word was
indecipherable as it left his mouth and he couldn't help but cry harder when he
felt his pants being tugged down his hips and cool air hit his backside.
Summoning the remainder of his strength, he fought to move away from the table,
but he couldn't escape as long as his hands were cuffed behind his back.
A cold hand wrapped around his nape and he was pushed back down, the injured
side of his face hitting the hard surface and making him screech in agony.
Shinra wasn't even done screaming when Sakamoto pushed into him, strangled
shrieks echoing in the almost empty room when he felt his inside being torn by
the too large shaft being rammed into him.
Hurtshurtshurts! Each time the cock inside him moved, it dragged at his insides
in a most agonizing way, and he couldn't help but sob as the man fucked him
bloody. He felt fingers dig into his other hip and he jerked in surprise, only
then realizing that the hand on his nape was gone. He started writhing against
the table again, but the painful grip Sakamoto had on his hips kept him in
place. He nearly chocked at a particular vicious thrust, and he ended up
slamming his forehead against the table in an attempt to distract himself with
another type of pain. It only worked for a fraction of a second before he was
back to letting out agonizing cries.
He was starting to find it increasingly hard to hear his out thoughts when the
man above him was grunting his pleasure so loudly, because each sound tore into
his mind almost as painfully as the organ thrusting into him. Sakamoto stilled
in his thrusts a few moments later, but he couldn't relax in the slightest when
the man's shaft was still buried deep inside him. He felt himself twitch and
spasm around the girth, but it was impossible to adjust to the stretch without
any sort of previous preparation. He moaned in agony when the Yakuza moved a
bit as the man bent over him, and Shinra shuddered in revulsion when he felt
hot breath against his ear and teeth biting into his earlobe.
"The louder you scream, the better your friends will hear you, so please, do
scream some more," the Yakuza boss whispered into the red ear of the trembling
teenager writhing beneath him. Letting go of a bruised hip, he snaked an arm
across Shinra's torso and found purchase by gripping the area between the neck
and the shoulder. He didn't straighten his back this time around before he
started thrusting again, his forehead dipping against the sweaty shuddering
shoulder of the beautiful pale student letting out agonizing screams.
Not even the mortification he felt at hearing Sakamoto's words could keep
Shinra from screaming, because no matter how much he wished to stay quiet, he
couldn't do it when it hurt so much. More blood trickled down his thighs, but
his shudder of utter disgust was drowned by a torrent of convulsions as the
monster kept pounding into him.
Shinra's addled mind only realized that Sakamoto was close to coming when the
man's thrusts turned erratic and the fingers in his hips dug deeper. A wave of
disgust mixed with relief washed over him when he felt the man's seed hit his
torn insides, and even though the knowledge of having something so disgusting
inside of him almost made him throw up again, he fought the nausea and tried to
focus on breathing again. His throat was raw from screaming, and when Sakamoto
finally released his shoulder and slipped out of him, his taut muscles went
slack. He just lay there on the table, breathing heavily and letting out small
sounds of pain once in a while.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down the side of his face as he kept waiting for
Sakamoto to remove the hand still gripping his hip, but when the man didn't do
as expected and instead wrapped callous fingers around his soft member, Shinra
couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp and recoil from the touch, his
abused behind hitting the man's wilting member. For a moment, Shinra froze, but
then he fought to get away which in turn made him push harder into Sakamoto's
fist. A moan that was more painful than pleasurable left his mouth and he
froze, mortified, not knowing how to escape the predicament.
A malicious laugh reached his ears and in the next moment the Yakuza boss was
pumping Shinra's member, muscles tensing again as heat pooled in his middle
region. He didn't want it, but the little pleasure he was being given was
almost enough to distract him from the horrible pain in his backside. A few
chocked moans left his mouth and he pushed his forehead harder against the
table as he began thrusting into the man's fist, his battered body desperately
seeking release if only to erase the pain for a few moments.
He didn't even care anymore that it was Sakamoto because that was how much he
needed release, and even though it disgusted him to think that a man was
getting him off, he kept desperately thrusting into the fist wrapped around his
length. The pleasure he felt pooling in his crotch area was doing a good job at
somewhat overriding the pain in his backside, but it still took a lot of time
to get close to coming. He kept on thrusting in and out faster, but before he
could reach the sweet release he was yearning for, Sakamoto pulled back his
hand and left him there hanging, cock throbbing and glistening with precum and
no way to get off.
"I'll be right back," the Yakuza whispered in his ear before he zipped up his
pants, and Shinra let out a pathetic whine at the thought of being unable to
use his own hands to get off. His knees were badly trembling, but he still
tried to push himself away from the table the second Sakamoto left the room,
not liking the vulnerable position he was in. Unfortunately, the sudden
movement made agony flare from his backside, and he ended up collapsing on the
floor. His knees took the full brunt of the floor, and even though it hurt, he
shuddered at the thought of hitting the hard surface with his abused behind.
Now that he was drowning in agonizing pain again he could no longer maintain
his erection without direct stimulation, and even though his ass hurt like hell
it was better than to end up coming by the hand of the man who had just raped
him. It was much easier to think straight when there wasn't a hand pumping his
cock.
It hurt though, too much, and he realized with some sort of clinical clarity
that it made sense to be in so much pain when his thighs were stained red. The
sight made him feel faint, but he clung to consciousness because he knew that
Sakamoto would get angry and hurt him some more if he passed out. As much as he
didn't want to think about it, he had a feeling that the man was not yet done
with him.
Getting out of the room without being seen was impossible, and since his legs
were so weak that he couldn't even stand, he was stuck there until the man
would let him go. He remembered the Yakuza boss saying something about not
killing them, and if that was really the case he could only hope that Sakamoto
would keep his word.
Right then the door opened and he ended up jumping so badly that he hit his
head against the edge of the table. Reluctantly, he gazed at Sakamoto, and then
he whimpered pathetically and shook his head when he saw what the Yakuza was
holding in his hand.
"I didn't want you to feel lonely while we wait until I can get it up again,"
Sakamoto said, smiling maliciously. "I hope you don't mind that it's been
inside your blond friend before."
Shinra immediately tried to get away but his legs were not working and he
couldn't fight back when the Yakuza boss hauled him to his feet, bent him over
the table and pushed the vibrator in none too gently. The toy started vibrating
before he could even scream, and he ended up banging his head against the table
when the thing sent waves of pleasure mixed with pain up his spine. He nearly
chocked as the strange sensations assaulted him, and all he could do was cry in
despair, especially after being told by Sakamoto that he would take him again.
It felt like an eternity had passed before the toy was yanked out of him, and
all he could feel was panic when Sakamoto guided the blunt head of his cock
towards the torn entrance and viciously pushed in.
Shinra thought the first time was bad, but it quickly became obvious how wrong
he'd been. He was having a hard time breathing with how hard the Yakuza rammed
into him, and he couldn't help but wonder if the man was trying to fuck him to
death.
"You're still... ngh... so tight," Sakamoto said right before he pushed in so
deep that Shinra ended up wailing. "You should've just... ahh... sucked my cock
nicely... then I wouldn't have... ngh... tortured you as much."
Those were the last words Shinra heard before he lost consciousness.
Sakamoto didn't stop.
***** Pain and Anger *****
"You're done," Sakamoto announced after going back to the large room.
Bear, who was in the process of unbuckling his belt to take Kadota, stopped and
turned towards his boss. "But I was just about to―"
"I said you're done," Sakamoto commanded. Judging by the way Shizuo was
struggling, the Raijin student would soon be a problem, and Sakamoto really
didn't want to have to kill him along with the other three. It wasn't that he
wouldn't be able to get rid of their bodies, but the disappearance of four
students would raise some questions and he didn't want the police to become
even more involved in catching criminals than they already were.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Shizuo promised just as he shoved away the man who'd just
finished fucking him. "I'm going to fucking kill you! Kill you! Kill! KILL!
KILLKILLKILLKILL!" he kept repeating the word like a mantra as he struggled to
pull his pants up.
"Big words coming from someone who looks so thoroughly fucked," Sakamoto mocked
and then motioned for his men to bring Izaya over to him. "Your friend was a
very good fuck," he told the raven in an attempt to rile him up, but the
teenager simply glowered at him through tearful eyes instead of spewing
threats. It was Izaya's silent vow to make him pay, but Sakamoto didn't fear a
bunch of students who wouldn't even be able to touch him let alone hurt him in
any way.
"Is... Shinra still... alive?" Kadota hissed as he struggled to get on his
feet.
"He's alive," Sakamoto assured him. "Now listen up, all three of you. You know
that we could've easily killed you today, but we didn't. I hope this served as
a lesson to never fuck with the Yakuza again. If you think of going to the
police, don't. We have men on the inside, and the second we find out that you
sang, we're going to kill you along with your families. Believe me when I say,
their deaths won't be quick. Then again, I doubt any of you wants everyone to
know that you've been repeatedly fucked by a bunch of guys, am I right?"
Kadota averted his gaze, feeling ashamed, while Izaya continued to glare at
Sakamoto as he imagined a thousand different ways to kill the man for what he'd
done to them. Shizuo was too far gone to realize the danger he was in, and he
kept on tottering as he attempted to reach the Yakuza boss until he was knocked
unconscious by a few powerful hits to the back of his head.
"You know what to do with them," Sakamoto said and then turned to walk away.
"W-wait!" Izaya hissed. "What about Shinra?"
"I'm not done with him," the Yakuza boss said in a malevolent tone without even
turning around.
"Y-You son―" Izaya started, but he never got to finish because Bear put his
meaty paws on his arms and hauled him to his feet, the action making him dizzy
enough to almost throw up.
"Please, let Shinra go too!" Kadota tried, but the man simply ignored them.
Izaya moaned in pain as one of the Yakuza roughly pulled up his pants, the
material dragging over bruised and bleeding thighs sending waves of agony
throughout his body. He had no strength left to fight them off so he couldn't
help Shinra. Not even Shizuo, who was a monster, hadn't been able to stop them.
Soon after that they dragged him out of the club and threw him into a van as
though he was a ragged doll, the Yakuza doing the same to an unconscious Shizuo
and a struggling Kadota.
"Where are you t-taking us?" Izaya asked in a trembling voice, the loss of
blood weakening him to the point that he was having a hard time staying
conscious.
"Shut up, bitch," one of the Yakuza said before he kicked Izaya in the stomach
hard enough to momentarily knock the air out of his lungs. "Unless you want my
dick down your throat," he then added with a leer. "After all, I haven't had
the pleasure of trying you out yet."
Izaya shuddered and made himself smaller as soon as he was able to breathe
again, the fear of being raped again making him act unlike his usual self. He
told himself that even the strongest animal could be driven into a corner, and
that was exactly what had happened to the four of them. By the time the van
stopped, Izaya passed out.
Kadota was relieved to know that the Yakuza would finally release them, but he
started struggling again when the door opened and he realized they would be
dumped in the middle of nowhere. "You can't leave us here! He's going to bleed
to death!" he tried in an attempt to get the men to change their minds, but the
two ignored him and instead grabbed him by the arms, dragged him out of the van
and then roughly shoved him down on the ground. He immediately tried to push
himself back to his feet, but the pain radiating from between his legs made him
whimper pathetically. His injuries were nowhere near as bad as Izaya's, but he
was bleeding a bit too and each minor movement made him want to just stay there
and not move a single muscle until he would fully heal. Unfortunately, with his
limbs badly trembling, he lacked the strength to take on the Yakuza, and the
nausea washing over him kept on intensifying the more his blood and all those
men's disgusting releases trickled down his thighs.
The only thing he could do was catch Izaya when the men shoved the passed out
raven out of the van, and even though it felt as though Izaya weighted a ton,
Kadota still dragged away the smaller body so that it wouldn't get squashed by
Shizuo when the blond was kicked out of the van as well.
"It was nice knowing you, boys," one of the Yakuza said before closing the
door.
Kadota made sure to remember the man's face so that one day he would make him
pay for violently fucking him after bending him over a table. Tears started
sliding down his cheeks as soon as the van drove away, and he slowly laid Izaya
on the cold ground before he allowed himself to do the same. He wasn't ready to
face the other two just yet, so he simply lay there in the dirt and cried for a
while, the pain, the fear, the humiliation, the indignation, as well as
numerous other emotions mixing inside his heart and making him violently
tremble. He bit harshly into his fist to not let any sounds come out, but he
couldn't stop a few whimpers from making their way out. He knew that he was
very close to sobbing, and he could only hope that his schoolmates wouldn't
wake up before he would be able to compose himself.
Memories of his own degradation, as well as those of his friends, viciously
slammed into his mind, and he ended up retching, more tears sliding down his
cheeks as the sour taste of all those men assaulted his tongue. He puked until
there was nothing left to expel, and even after that he continued to dry heave
for a while longer until he ended up collapsing on the ground when his strength
had been completely sapped out of him. As though they hadn't been through
enough already, he couldn't see any buildings or other signs of civilization no
matter where he looked around him. The dirt road made it obvious that the men
had taken them somewhere outside of Tokyo.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he found the strength to slowly move
closer to Izaya in the hope of waking him up. A part of him wanted to beat the
asshole to a bloody pulp and break every bone in his scrawny body, but the
memories of what those man had done to Izaya and what Izaya had been forced to
do to all three of them made him curb the murderous intent enough to not hurt
him when he shook him with the intention of waking him up. "Izaya," he called
as he gently slapped him and then smacked him when he saw that the flea wasn't
waking up. "Wake up!" he shouted as loud as he could, which wasn't very loud
because his throat was sore after he'd been forced to take so many men into his
mouth.
Izaya moaned in pain as his eyelids slowly fluttered open, and in the haze that
was his mind, when he felt someone touch his shoulder, he violently recoiled as
though he'd been burned. "P-Please!" he begged pathetically as he tried to move
away, but the familiar voice calling his name made him freeze. "Dota...chin?"
he asked brokenly and then blinked a few times until his vision finally cleared
enough to see the person who had touched him.
"I didn't mean to startle you," Kadota said softly, his anger having somewhat
diminished after seeing the raven so frightened.
"What is... w-where are we?" Izaya's voice was almost a whisper, and as he took
in his surroundings, a few tears slid down his cheeks as waves of both relief
and despair washed over him in turns. They'd been set free, but as things
where, he would end up bleeding to death, or worse, get brutally murdered by
the beast still passed out not far from where he was lying on the ground.
"Don't w-wake Shizu-chan up. Just... l-leave him h-here," he stammered, his
whole body trembling in fear at the prospect of more pain. He just couldn't
take it anymore, and he knew that Shizuo would not forgive him for this.
"I have to," Kadota said as he slowly got up and stumbled towards the blond's
unconscious form.
"P-please!" Izaya begged, now trembling even harder than before. "I don't want
t-to die, I don't w-want to die, I d-don't―"
"You won't! Now shut up," Kadota ordered as he knelt next to the blond and
tried to shake him awake.
Meanwhile, Izaya was desperately struggling to get away, the terror of what the
beast would do to him after waking up pushing him past his limits. He got up
with great effort, but his knees were trembling so badly that he only managed
to take one step before he collapsed again. He thought he heard Kadota say
something behind him, but he couldn't hear him, not when all he cared about was
getting away. Get away, he kept on repeating inside his mind until he ended up
screaming when he felt someone grip his arm.
"KILL!" Shizuo growled as he hauled Izaya to his knees before he raised his
other arm to slam it into the bastard's face, but his fist ended up freezing in
mid-air when he finally felt the trembling beneath his hand and he saw tears
sliding down Izaya's pale cheeks and the wide terrified eyes.
"Shizuo!" Kadota kept shouting as he grabbed Shizuo's wrist to stop him from
hitting Izaya. "Look, I know how you feel, but just look at him, he's been
through a lot too. Let's get out of here first and then we can settle the
score."
Finally, Shizuo released him, Izaya's pitiful state reminding him just how much
the flea had suffered at the hands of the Yakuza. He was glaring holes into the
figure crumpled at his feet, but he couldn't bring himself to obliterate the
insect once and for all no matter how much he wanted to do just that.
Izaya curled into a tight ball and covered his face with shaking hands, feeling
completely ashamed about showing his enemy how scared he was of him. Normally,
he was very good at hiding his fears and emotions, but as he lay there on the
cold dirty ground in the middle of nowhere, bleeding and hurting, with two
people who most likely wanted to slowly and painfully murder him, he couldn't
stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks or the weird noises he was making
and which resembled sobbing a lot more than he wanted to admit.
He tried to ignore Kadota as his schoolmate kept calling his name, but in the
end he had no choice but to furiously wipe away his tears and raise his head to
look at him. "W-what?" he asked in a husky voice, his throat raw from the abuse
it has received that day. Shizuo was still glaring murder at him, in fact, it
looked like he was trembling with the effort it took to stop himself from
killing him, but at least the monster was able to control himself and that was
more than Izaya could ever ask for.
"H-Hurts," he told them in an attempt to regain some of his dignity. It was
best for them to believe that he was crying because of the pain and not because
he was terrified of the blond looming over him. "Stomach, h-hurts so much," he
whimpered pathetically, and it wasn't even an act. It hurt so much that he felt
like screaming, but he didn't want to embarrass himself more than he already
had, so he curled into a tighter ball and closed his eyes. The other two were
talking again, but Izaya was having a hard time not screaming in agony so he
didn't really care what Kadota and Shizuo were talking about. "H-
hos...pi...tal," he said in a broken pained voice and hoped that his two
schoolmates would get him to one. Despite everything, he still wanted to live.
"Shut the fuck up, bastard!" Shizuo growled. He was so pissed off that he
wanted to break every bone in Izaya's body, and the only reason he wasn't doing
it was because he knew that it'd be wrong to kick someone while they were down.
Growling some more, he bent forward to grab Izaya by the arm again, but he
ended up groaning when the pain in his backside suddenly intensified. "I hate
you so much, flea," he hissed as both he and Kadota hauled Izaya to his feet
and slowly followed the tracks left behind by the van. "As soon as you're
feeling better, I'm going to fucking kill you!" Shizuo promised, but judging by
the tightly shut eyes and moans of pain coming from the flea, it looked like
Izaya wasn't exactly listening.
"I can't stop thinking about Shinra," Kadota said, looking worried.
"Yeah... who knows what that bastard Sakamoto is doing to him right now,"
Shizuo muttered unhappily. "Actually, nevermind, I have a pretty good idea. I'm
going to fucking kill them all!"
Kadota looked pensive for a moment before he turned and looked Shizuo straight
in the eyes. "Are you just saying that, or are you serious about killing them?"
"Like I said," Shizuo growled out the words. "I'm going to fucking kill them.
What, you don't think they deserve it?" he asked angrily.
After a few moments of silence, Kadota answered. "I can't say they don't
deserve it."
"Good, cause they're all dead!"
Neither of them said anything after that and instead kept walking for a very
long time. They were about to lose hope they'd make it back to Ikebukuro alive
when they saw stairs leading to what appeared to be a shrine. Izaya had passed
out again, making it even harder for Shizuo and Kadota to carry him. As ashamed
as they were about the way they looked and smelled, they were still hoping to
run into someone who could help them. There was no one there though, so after
they released Izaya and watched him collapse on the ground like a rag doll,
Kadota went to look around for water while Shizuo went to see if they could
find anything they could use. It was hard for both of them to not hit Izaya for
getting them involved and even harder to have carried him all the way there
when everything was the bastard's fault, but they couldn't just leave him there
to die, especially when Izaya seemed to know things about those Yakuza. They
needed the flea to crush those bastards. Shizuo's eyes burned with rage and he
ended up punching a tree when he wasn't able to find even a rag to wrap around
his bleeding thigh and shoulder.
"Shit," he cursed when he realized that he was most likely still under the
effects of whatever they had injected him with. That combined with the loss of
blood were obviously the reason why the tree he'd just hit was still standing.
Cursing again, he made his way back to Izaya. "There's nothing here!" he hissed
in anger.
"At least I found water," Kadota said as he handed Shizuo a bowl with the cold
liquid.
Shizuo took it with a trembling hand, but he used it to get rid of as much of
that disgusting taste as he could instead of drinking it. "Where can I get more
of this?" he asked as he stared at the now empty bowl. After Kadota pointed to
the left, Shizuo thanked him and made his way there, all the while trying very
hard to ignore the dampness between his legs.
Kadota looked worried as his eyes roamed over Izaya's unconscious form. Placing
a hand on the wan forehead, he frowned when he realized that Izaya would soon
be a goner if they didn't get him medical attention. He hated the bastard as
much as Shizuo, but to wish for his death was a bit too much. They could've
called for help if they still had their phones, but the Yakuza left them with
nothing but the clothes they were wearing. Truth be told, he was surprised that
Shizuo hadn't yet attempted to murder Izaya. The blond's temper was nasty as
hell, and Kadota didn't want to have to deal with that too on top of everything
else. He could only hope that Shizuo would continue to somehow keep his anger
in check.
"I don't think we're going anywhere," Shizuo said from behind him. "How's the
louse?"
"Not good." Raising his head, he looked at the blond. "I didn't think you'd
care."
Shizuo's brow twitched. He didn't care about that bastard, not one bit, but the
thought of the flea dying just like that, by the hands of others... somehow it
pissed him off. He didn't know why, but it did. "I don't," he finally said when
he realized that Kadota was waiting for an answer, "But I want him to get
better so that I can kill him myself. After all the shit he's done, he can't
just die like this."
Kadota barely managed to stop the smile threatening to appear.
"I was hoping you'd be here!" they heard a voice and they both snapped their
heads in the direction of the stairs, their eyes widening in surprise when they
were met with the sight of that blond guy from back at the club.
"YOU!" Shizuo growled and took a step forward, but Kadota grabbed him by the
wrist and pulled him back with startling strength.
"Wait , Shizuo! He can help," Kadota said as he stood up.
"Hello, my name is Yumasaki Walker, and yes, I am here to help," the blonde kid
answered with a smile even though he was a bit nervous. "There's a van waiting
for us," he added when he saw the suspicious looks they were giving him. "Look,
it's not like I wanted to be at that club. I was forced to work there. I'm
risking my life right now by coming here, so you'd better move already."
"Shinra, how's Shinra?" Shizuo asked, his voice sounding a bit shaky. Out of
all of them, he regretted not being able to protect Shinra the most.
Yumasaki lowered his head. "There... there was a lot of screaming after you
left, more so than before. I can't get him out by myself, but if one of you
helps me..."
Without another word, Shizuo bent down, picked up Izaya in his arms and headed
down the stairs, Kadota following behind him.
"There's this underground doctor I know that can help," Yumasaki informed them.
He knew exactly what had happened in that club.
Kadota snapped his head in Yumasaki's direction. "Izaya needs help."
"It looks like all of you do..." Yumasaki said softly, but he ended up freezing
in his tracks when the blond guy threw him a murderous glare.
"I don't need help," Shizuo stated coldly.
Yumasaki raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I understand," he said and
they continued down the stairs.
The van's driver appeared to be a bit scared after seeing them, but he didn't
run away and instead helped Shizuo lay Izaya down before sitting into the
driver's seat. "Where to?"
"Ikebukuro," both Shizuo and Yumasaki answered at the same time. "I'll tell you
where to go once we get there," Yumasaki then added as his eyes roamed over
Izaya's form with a worried look on his face.
"He's lost a lot of blood," Kadota answered the unspoken question. "Hey, how
did you end up there?"
Yumasaki let out a sigh. "My father owed the Yakuza money, so when he died they
said that I have to pay off his debt." He didn't exactly like the idea of
sharing his life story with strangers, but he couldn't go back there after
helping them. They'd know he'd been the one to rescue them, especially if they
went to that underground doctor the Yakuza knew. "You're going to have to hide
me for a while," he announced. "My girlfriend too."
"Huh?" Shizuo exclaimed.
"One of you must give me a place to stay, until I find a way to make my own
money. I'm saving your lives here and in a way you're saving mine too, so let's
get along."
"We'll see what we can do," Kadota promised.
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