PART 7
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.7
PART 7 IS NOW CLOSED
Head on over to part 8 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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PART 7 IS NOW CLOSED
Head on over to part 8 instead!
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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So earlier that day, when Izaya had insisted he was twenty-one upon Shiki’s casual asking, he had decided that something was not quite right. Why? He had distinctly remembered hearing the same response several years prior.
Shiki was by no means unintelligent. He had recalled the age Izaya had been when he had started working for him after high school, and had concluded that he was really twenty-five. It wasn’t as if not knowing his true age was the problem.
The problem was that Izaya had lied to him.
Which was why Shiki had had him drugged and tied naked to a bed in one of the rooms of his headquarters.
He allowed himself to finish the last few pages of his book before he picked up the glass of water he had half drunk and turned it upside-down over the informant’s head.
Izaya jerked awake and coughed reflexively as some of the liquid went into his lungs. He struggled to try to sit up, but quickly found it impossible and was forced to cough violently from his prostrate position. Shiki sat patiently in the chair next to the bed, his elbow on the armrest and his hand curled under his jaw.
When Izaya’s spluttering had diminished to an occasional sharp, forced exhalation, he spoke. “Good afternoon, Orihara-san.”
The younger man’s eyes were a bit teary, but he managed to look around the room and take in his nakedness and Shiki’s bored form. He smiled despite his itching throat. “Haa? Are you going to give me a special birthday present, Shiki-san?”
Shiki shrugged without allowing any emotion to break out over his face. “Maybe. Tell me how old you are again?”
Izaya tsked playfully and wiggled a finger back and forth even though his hands were bound. “Honestly, didn’t I tell you earlier today? I’m twenty-one~”
The corners of the yakuza’s lips turned down the tiniest bit. “What is your real age?”
Izaya flicked his dripping bangs out of his face with a little shake of his head. “I think I will be twenty-one forever,” he replied calmly.
Shiki sighed and fished around is his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. The tiny flame was bright in the dark room; it transferred its warm orange glow to the edge of the cigarette and died quietly. The strong smell of burning tobacco quickly filled the room, and Izaya lost a little of his chipper attitude. “Orihara-san,” Shiki mumbled around his cigarette; he clicked his thumb down across the starter and released it again and again, watching the little spark appear and disappear; “you know how I feel about lying.” He sucked in his breath and moved his other hand up to take the joint so he could exhale.
“Likewise, you know how I feel about smoking, Shiki-san.”
“You’re not exactly a position to be making jokes right now.”
“It’s a good thing I was being serious, then.”
Neither said anything for a moment. Shiki took another drag and kept fiddling with the lighter. “I’d like for you to admit how old you are to me. If you do, I’ll let you go enjoy the rest of your birthday.”
Izaya let his head fall back against the flat pillow, but kept smiling. “You’re not going to get a different answer.”
“You’re certainly acting younger than you are,” the other mused, exhaling another stream of smoke. On the same table the water had rested on was an ashtray. He set the cigarette down against it and flipped the lid open lazily, pulling out a long red candle.
“Trying to make the atmosphere a little more romantic?” the informant teased unwisely.
Shiki twisted the wick of the candle so it wasn’t stuck to the waxy surface and held the whole thing horizontally. He picked up the lighter again, clicked it on, and held it under the little white string until it caught. Both of them watched the little flame flicker and dance with an almost innocent curiosity. As the wax grew hotter, it started to glisten with sweat and form a little bead on the underside of the tip.
Ughhh I couldn’t post yesterday because I had to sleep for my AP test. I failed anyway ; n; SORRY FOR BEING LATE.
This is still going to be longer than I thought. Stuff’s barely gotten started.
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Don't worry about being late. The fic is here!
Sorry to hear about your AP, but please don't fail because of fic, ok?
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Lol don't worry about my test, it's already over. The fic didn't ruin it for me. I actually felt like writing essays today! But when I got to writing them I just....failed. LOL. It's okay, I never wanted to take that test anyway. Mother made me P:
What is this random stuff I'm talking about :l
-goes back to writing-
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Update soon!
I appreciate the nice wit in their dialogue.
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I do try to be silly. I feel like I haven't written snarky Izaya in a while. OH ME.
And it was Lit and Comp. I did fine on the multiple choice, I think, but on the essays I was just like 'derrrrrp' lol
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“Hmm? I’m not wearing any pants, Shiki-san,” Izaya pointed out.
The elder man moved the candle over his bare stomach, slowly, so he did not extinguish the flame. Scarlet eyes watched carefully, and teeth bit down on soft pink lips. The bead on the candle was quivering now, about to fall.
And in the next instant, it did. The informant jerked and his muscles clenched with discomfort as the hot wax slid down and burned his skin. In a few more seconds, it had dried into a hard little blob.
However, more wax was ready to fall. The tip of the candle was growing thinner as the flame traveled down the wick, chasing all the wax away to pool below it. More drops fell on Izaya’s naked skin, below the first one, closer to his exposed nether regions. He hissed and tensed again, trying not to focus on the pain. It was only a little wax, after all.
Shiki picked up his cigarette again and tilted his hand a little so the wax would fall even closer to the area Izaya least wanted it. The younger raven knew he was especially sensitive there… He grew tense in anticipation as he waited for the next bead to fall.
The informant practically gasped when it fell and slid backwards into the dip in his navel, searing the fragile skin, practically burning through to him. He felt hot inside. Hot…
Wait. Where he felt hot wasn’t… Well it was, but it wasn’t exclusively where the wax was. It was…a bit lower…
But then Shiki chose to move the candle off to the side. It still burned, but it burned safely over the edge of the bed, and the wax fell on the white sheets instead of Izaya’s body. Keeping his cigarette secured between his lips, he reached down and peeled the first bit of wax off of his employee’s skin, revealing a shiny pink mark. “That looks like it hurts,” was his muffled observation.
Izaya did not reply. He stared with a little bit of wonder at the spot on his abdomen. It certainly did look painful. In fact, it was. But the pain seemed to be buzzing through him like a drug.
“So how old are you, Orihara-san?”
He looked over at the candle again where Shiki held it. Well…he could endure a little more pain for the sake of finding out if he really did like it… For the sake of information. “Twenty-one,” he replied with an even face.
“That’s a shame.” Shiki moved the candle now so it was above the joint between his thigh and his body, where the skin was very thin. He gave it a little shake and a few fat drops of wax fell onto him.
“Ahh!” Izaya’s toes curled and his body cringed in pain, but there was definitely a thrilling element that went straight to his groin. The wax burned and itched, but also made his skin feel tight as it tingled.
“Stress tends to make you age quicker, Orihara-san. Are you sure you haven’t gotten a little older?”
“Yeah,” Izaya said as Shiki trailed the candle over his other leg, making a stream of red dots up his thigh. “Nnn!”
“Well, I don’t have much use for cheeky little brats,” the yakuza admitted, dripping a new pattern from the other’s leg up to his ribs, making him twist. “Maybe I should sell you as abstract art instead.”
“Ha, ha,” the informant panted. “Shiki-san thinks too much of his own artistic talent. Even art hipsters wouldn’t buy this.” He had to keep egging him on. He needed more singing heat to make his body raw.
He could feel himself getting hard though, and he couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Shiki would inevitably find out. Would he stop and leave him there? That wasn’t what he wanted at all. Was his boss a sadist? And if so, what kind of sadist was he? The kind that would deny him, or the kind that would torture him until he was begging for mercy.
But the very fact that the man was using this kind of technique on him for something as simple as refusing to admit to his real age pointed to the latter.
P.S. I’ve never written Shiki before so I’m sorry if I’m kind of failing at writing him. I love Shizaya to death but sometimes I feel a little guilty for bombarding the meme with it D:
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Shiki didn’t bother with subtlety. He raised his long, thin eyebrows at his captive’s stiff manhood and leaned the candle against the ash tray. His cigarette had burned down to a stub, so he rubbed it out and let more of that precious wax drip onto it. “Why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re a masochist?”
Izaya offered the best shrug he could while his arms were pulled up over his head. “Happy Birthday to me?”
“You think this means you win or something, don’t you, Orihara-san?”
“Well, the way I see it, if you keep doing this, it’ll be good for me. And if you stop because you don’t want me to enjoy it, that’ll also be good for me. Unless you want to try another kind of ‘torture.’ But I really don’t see you doing that. This is really a very silly thing to be angry about, Shiki-san.” He paused to grin at Shiki’s apparently sour reticence. “In fact, it may compromise our future business dealings. We wouldn’t want anyone to get any hard feelings, would we?”
“Perhaps you’re right,” the yakuza consented, sinking into thought for a moment. When he spoke next, though, his tone was not relenting, but laced with poison. “But then maybe I’ll just have to try harder to prove that I own you, and that you are not to go against me or to underestimate me.”
He pushed the chair back and left the room through the heavy door; it slammed shut and Izaya grew a little uneasy. He knew Shiki would never do anything too horrible to him. He was too valuable an asset. But…
Shiki wasn’t just going to leave him, was he?
The informant looked around the room more carefully. The ventilation system seemed less than ideal. It wasn’t as if he would suffocate, but he worried a little about the candle. Things happened to people in unfortunate situations. For example, candles rolled off of tables and sheets caught on fire, burning captive victims who could not be heard from outside thick metal walls.
He could try to blow it out, but the way it was perched on the edge of that small table was a bit precarious. He could easily hasten his death, or rather instigate it, since death was surely not what Shiki had planned for him.
The door opened again, sucking his thoughts out with a rush of air. Shiki had another box with him.
To veil his curiosity and ease back into his boss’s presence, he said, “I prefer my presents to be wrapped. Little details are important, you know.”
Without responding to him, the elder man opened the second box and was wiggling his hands into a pair of surgical gloves. Next he picked up a small strip of very thin cloth. As soon as Izaya realized what it was, the man had already managed to snap it around his dick.
“What-” he began, but was unsure what to say next. The other’s hands were hidden by the open lid of the box again, and he heard something squirt, and-
“You can wrap your own present, Orihara-san,” the yakuza said with a small but sinister smile. He placed a steadying hand on one of the informant’s legs, and pressed the blunt, cordless end of the egg against his hole with the other.
Izaya strained against his bonds, but his ankles were restricted in such a way that he couldn’t close his legs; with Shiki holding him there was no way for him to escape. He groaned and twisted his arms to vent his discomfort as the large round surface pushed against his tight, unwilling entrance. With a bit of rubbing and a bit more force, the toy finally breached the tight ring of muscle and stretched his ass wide.
Shiki held the object so it was half in him, half out, wanting his disobedient employee to experience the unusual pain and be denied the facet of pleasure it seemed to offer him.
He spoke above Izaya’s whimpers: “Are you ready to tell the truth, or do you need more convincing?”
I don’t think he’s convinced. LET’S HAVE MORE
;D
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You're doing absolutely fine with Shiki. He has the best ideas for birthday gifts. Really! I want an Izaya-wrapped present!
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I love you!
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Allowing his smile to turn downwards, Shiki pushed the toy the rest of the way into his employee, making him moan. “It is a little rash to assume everyone wants to have fun with you, Orihara-san.” He plucked off his gloves tossed them back into the little box, then picked up the remote at the end of the long cord and flicked twisted the dial until it clicked once.
“A-hha!” Izaya’s breath hitched and he twisted, cracking some of the wax that had dried on his skin.
“Well, if you insist on being stubborn…” the elder man led off, picking up the half-burned candle and holding it above his victim, “I will have to insist on punishing you.” A large red drop fell onto the skin of Izaya’s chest, quickly hardening into a shiny petal, and he gasped again and his hips twitched upward, cock growing even harder. Meanwhile he could hear and feel the toy buzzing inside him, slipping right up against his prostate, driving him quickly closer to the edge.
Without prompting him to answer the question that had gotten him in trouble in the first place, the yakuza drifted the candle closer to his employee’s exposed, pink nipple. When the wax was about to fall, he brought it closer, and the bead that fell onto him was much hotter. “Nnnahh! Ahh! It-ahh!”
The wax ran down his chest until it dried, making a Rorschach-like blot over the little nub. Izaya continued to whine and his body protested. He could feel the pain. He could feel his flesh screaming and twitching to get away from the heat. Maybe it was not pleasure, but fear (though Orihara Izaya was sure that he feared very little), and the fear brought him adrenaline, and that thrill was what was making him hard.
He hadn’t realized his eyes had closed until he heard a ‘click’ and felt the buzzing inside him grow stronger and another drop fall very close to the agitated bud on his chest, searing him. “HnnaaAAH!” He bucked and stiffened as his body tried to get him to come, but that wretched ring dug into his prick and choked him. “Ahh! Ahh-! Nnn…” he moaned, toes flexing, ass clenching.
“How unfortunate… But then, you know how to stop it. So really at this point it’s your fault if you get hurt.” The candle passed through the air and dripped over Izaya’s other nipple, coating it in red, making him scream and pant again.
Shiki moved the candle back up in the air a bit, but also turned up the speed on the egg and let the wax drip lower again over his captive’s stomach, who whined accordingly, “Mmmnnh! Shi-Ahh…”
“That doesn’t sound like a number to me.” The candle lowered again, dropping more wax around his navel, dangerously close to his painfully erect cock. Izaya could see through his hazy eyes and did his best to stay still; luckily for him, his boss did not feel the need to let his aim slip. The close proximity of the heat to his heat just flustered him more, and he arched when the other moved the candle a safe distance away from his dick, which only made him more aware of the egg inside him.
“Ahh! Oh…”
“Had enough yet?”
Izaya bit his lip and shook his head.
“That’s a shame.” Shiki grabbed his leg and turned it, exposing more sensitive skin, and held the candle close to slowly drip wax from near his knee up to his crotch. Red drops fell like tears, but dried before they reached the sheets. The way he was being held made his ass tighter, and his prostate was mercilessly assaulted with pleasurable vibrations.
“Haa! Ahh! FUCK!” the informant shook as another orgasm struggled to break from him, but ultimately failed. His arousal was now a frightening reddish color, and he was sure this probably wasn’t good for his health.
But when the yakuza carefully enunciated the question-“How old are you, Orihara-san?”-
He was out of breath, and his body screamed for release. He knew what he had to do to get it. But he was Orihara Izaya, Master of All Information, whether it be about him or any of his precious humans. And so he insisted he was-
“Twenty… Twenty-two.”
Sorry for the slowness D: Please don't give up on me. There isn't much more.
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Sorely tempted.
Screwthathaveyouwrittenanyotherfics?
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Mine (the Shizaya one, cuz there are two)
Just a Little Curious...
65 Good Decisions
Things that I wrote that I don't think anyone really reads/read:
Assertive(?)
Impulse
For Your Entertainment
Hush
And Two to Tango, Ten to Mambo (even though I haven’t updated this one in an embarrassingly long time)
And to everyone else I'm sorry I haven't replied to you but I fear the dramanons D:!
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