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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Durarara!!
  Relationship:
      Kishitani_Shinra/Orihara_Izaya
  Character:
      Kishitani_Shinra, Orihara_Izaya
  Additional Tags:
      Inspired_by_Fanfiction, PWP, they're_in_highschool_so, Knifeplay,
      Bloodplay, Blow_Jobs, Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-19 Words: 2046
****** putting you to further use ******
by WattStalf
Summary
     I'm just not sure I want to get caught around you with a knife.
Notes
     I read an excellent fic for these two that I couldn't get out of my
     head, and I ended up writing this based on it. And there's knifeplay
     because I'm fucked and I needed it. shinra forgive me
  This work was inspired by
      I'll_Use_You_and_You'll_Use_Me by TheFanficMaster
He keeps thinking about it.
 
He keeps thinking about it and thinking about it, and then he can't help it, he
has to go back for more. Practically ends up begging for it, but Izaya wouldn't
have it any other way and he knows that, he doesn't know his friend entirely-
who really can?- but he knows him well enough and he understands what he has to
do. Shinra knows about power balances and how to work with them, and how he
fits into this arrangement.
 
What he hates is the way Celty comments on the fact that he's been spending
more time with friends lately. He hates that she's almost proud of him for
this, when she doesn't understand that it's all for her, in some way or
another. Making friends had been to stop her scolding him for it, and he
doesn't think he would have given a damn otherwise. This part is trickier, but
it's for her, he knows it is. He's not betraying his love to her, anyway, and
he's not bothering her with his own needs before it's time for something like
that, and as much as he wants to rush things, he knows that things won't work
out in his favor if he doesn't practice a little patience.
 
Whatever the case, he makes plans with Izaya again, and the two of them meet
up, when both of them have plenty of time. He wants more; he wants to take
things further and he details this, not minding the scorn he's met with after
expressing his desires aloud. If Izaya were really that put off by him, he
would have left by now, he wouldn't have come here to begin with.
 
Finally, he says, "I'm just not sure I want to get caught around you with a
knife."
 
"No one's going to catch us," replies Shinra, with a wave of his hand.
 
"And if you get hurt worse than you want?"
 
"I can patch myself up just fine, and you know that. The only person who might
notice I was hurt is my dad, and he's out of town for the rest of the week
anyway." He's thought this all through, and he hopes Izaya will be impressed by
that- he doesn't ever want any of his friends thinking that he's careless or
that he doesn't know how to think ahead.
 
"Alright, well. I still have a question about all of this." Izaya smirks.
"Wouldn't you be more interested in being the one doing this? You're the one
who wants to be a doctor, after all. Doesn't it make more sense for you to ask
to hack away at me?"
 
"Maybe, but I'm curious about myself!" he says with a smile, and that's
partially true. "Besides, we aren't going deep enough to really study anything,
and I thought..." For the first time, he hesitates, and can feel himself
blushing. "I thought you liked hurting me."
 
When Izaya scoffs, his blush deepens but the embarrassment has a certain thrill
to it. "That's a funny way of putting it. You were the one who came back
begging for more, right? And I never had any intention of dragging things this
far, that was all your idea." He sighs, as if all of this is some great burden,
but his eyes are lit up with something devious.
 
"Come on, are we going to do this or not?"
 
"Is Celty ignoring you again or something?"
 
"I've decided I'm not going to talk about her when we meet up like this," says
Shinra, a way to get out of answering that question. Izaya sighs again, but at
least he moves to cuff Shinra, spread out and face up. The fact that he's been
undressed from the beginning, that the entirety of their conversation took
place with him completely naked, has added another kind of excitement, and he's
already hard. As much as Izaya pretends he's been brought here without wanting
it much, Shinra can see his erection straining against his pants.
 
"Shallow cuts," murmurs Izaya. "That's all I'm allowed, right? But now I've got
you alone, so there's nothing saying I actually have to follow that rule."
 
"But you will," replies Shinra, "because that's just the way you are."
“Mighty big talk for someone completely at my mercy.” He pulls out his knife,
he flips it open, and he looks over his friend's pale, exposed body, as if
searching for the perfect place to begin.
“I, hey, wait,” Shinra stammers, “you didn't...you didn't sterilize your knife,
did you? Not since I got here, anyway, so maybe-”
“What was it I just said?” he interrupts. “You're at my mercy, remember? And
you never said anything about my knife before, so you can't go changing the
rules now. If you're so worried, maybe you should have thought about that
sooner, or brought me a scalpel, or something like that.”
He had thought about the idea of bringing a scalpel before, but it had felt
wrong, somehow. It didn't fit with his image of Izaya, and it didn't fit with
his image of how he wanted this encounter to go. He knows, in the back of his
mind, that it's impractical of him to keep associating scalpels with the moment
he first fell in love with Celty, and he knows that it's impossible to keep
that separate, but he can at least try. He can at least manage that here and
can keep it separate from this.
Izaya holds the blade over his chest and Shinra tenses, realizing, and not for
the first time, just how vulnerable he is and how easy it would be. The blade
is posed just above his skin, not close enough to his heart but if Izaya moved
quickly enough- and of course he can, there is no one here to stop him- then it
wouldn't be hard for him to drive it too deep. But he doesn't; he barely makes
contact, and drags the blade down slowly, leaving a thin line in its wake.
Shinra hisses, the sharp pain causing him to clench his fists, and he looks
down to see the dark red as it begins to spill from the wound. Izaya ignores
it, and creates an identical line next to it, trailing it down further this
time until he's reached Shinra's stomach and still he doesn't press down hard
enough to do anything but draw blood. Another line of blood spreads, and Shinra
can hardly breathe now.
His heart is pounding and his cock is throbbing, and he wonders why he's such a
fucking mess, why stuff like this turns him on so much. He could never share
this with Celty, he thinks; he could never let her see just how low he lets
himself sink just to get a little bit of pleasure. But, then again, he doesn't
think he would need to sink this low with her. He thinks that it might just be
the fact that he could never want anyone in the way he wants her, that that is
what makes him so desperate for such nontraditional methods.
Whatever the case, when Izaya makes a third cut on his chest, this time
dragging the knife horizontally, Shinra whimpers, and his friend gives him a
wicked grin while he murmurs, "You just keep getting more pathetic, don't you?
And the best part is that if I say something like that to you. you'll enjoy it.
I'm honestly not sure which part is more pathetic!"
Shinra doesn't say a word, because what is there to say? It's all true, and
they both know it, and Izaya leans down suddenly and licks. He runs his tongue
up Shinra's chest, cleaning away the blood of the first cut, only for a fresh
line to replace it as the injury continues to bleed. Shinra makes the most
pathetic sound and squirms when he feels Izaya lick him, again and again,
tasting his blood. He doesn't ask what it's like, but it must be good, if he
keeps doing it like that.
When he straightens up, he says, "I'm almost done cutting you, I think. It's
getting a little boring, and I'm not getting nearly as much out of it as you
are." He smirks. "But I'll leave you with one more." Before Shinra can say
anything to stop him, before he can regain his senses enough to realize what's
happening, the blade is against his cheek, and Izaya pulls it from just below
his glasses to close to his lips. It's a very shallow cut and will heal
quickly, but it's still so out in the open!
"Good luck explaining that one," he murmurs, and leans to lick it away as well.
Shinra holds his breath, and wonders, when the other young man's tongue is
nearing his lips, if he's going to kiss him. He doesn't want him to, and yet he
does, and there's a part of him so desperate for intimacy that he knows he
would find some way to justify it if Izaya were to kiss him. After all, it's
not like that's something he and Celty could ever do.
But Izaya doesn't kiss him; instead, he pulls back and unzips his pants and
climbs on top of Shinra to straddle him, inching his way up until his knees
rest above either shoulder. His cock is in Shinra's face, and his intentions
are very clear. He doesn't even have to say the word, but he does anyway, and
there's a cheerful sort of cruelness to his voice. "Suck."
Parting his lips, slowly, hesitantly, Shinra knows that he doesn't have a
choice, but if he goes along willingly, Izaya will go easier on him. If he had
resisted, if he had said that this was going too far, he imagines it would have
ended with him nearly choking as his friend forced him to do it. This way is
much better for the both of them, and he wraps his lips around Izaya's cock,
doing the best he can with absolutely no experience- giving or receiving- in
this department.
His friend moans in a way that sounds almost wrong coming from him. There is no
bravado to it, nor is there any coolness, and the simplicity of the sound makes
it feel as though Izaya is being laid bare before him. Shinra is, and always
will be, the vulnerable one when they meet up like this, but there is something
to be said for his position, and he will know Izaya in ways that others don't,
and will know that, however minuscule his power may be, it was enough to do
something like this.
After a few moments of his hesitant sucking, he starts to roll his tongue over
the head, and then Izaya starts bucking his hips, and it's only nearly enough
to cause Shinra to gag. He takes deep breaths through his nose while he sucks
Izaya off, and when the other young man climaxes, he knows that he's expected
to swallow.
"Well," says Izaya, and Shinra is pleased to hear how breathless he sounds
while recovering, "that was fun, I guess. It's so strange, that you get off to
this sort of thing though. I really do wonder what she'd have to say about
that."
"I already told you that I'm not discussing her with you when we're like this,"
says Shinra.
“That's mighty convenient for you.” He pauses, taking a moment to look at his
friend, and he shakes his head with a cold laugh. “I could leave you like this
again. In fact, I think that's just what I'm going to do.”
“Well, that's a given. You're actually pretty predictable, once someone gets to
know you.” Shinra knows that Izaya has to know he's playing a mind game, and
that he isn't really dumb enough to fall for it. But they're friends, so he's
still hoping for a little bit of generosity this time around. “Still, I do wish
you'd touch me a little...”
Izaya scowls, but this time, he does, and he laughs when it only takes a few
strokes to finish Shinra off. He removes the cuffs and grabs the rubbing
alcohol and bandages, but he doesn't help Shinra get patched up.
 
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