It was just so hard.
It was just so hard to try and love himself.
He couldn't.
He was a monster.
A monster that everyone hated.
that everyone was scared of.
Almost everyone avoided him because they were scared of him.
Except for him.
Izaya Orihara. One of the best informants in Ikebukuro.
He was so damn annoying.
He just had a way of getting under his skin so easily.
Shizuo hated the flea.
The flea always ruined everything for him.
He made him use violence when he hated it.
So why...
Why was his heart beating so fast?
Shizuo Heiwajima stared up into the wide reddish-brown eyes of Izaya Orihara, his own heart beating rapidly as his head spun wildly. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. his voice refused to work.
Why...
Why did being so close to the raven male make his heart feel like it was going to explode?
Why?
He couldn't think straight as those reddish-brown as stared into his own golden brown eyes, his breath hitching as the raven slowly leaned down, pressing his soft lips against the blonde's lips.
Shizuo slowly closed his eyes and kissed back, allowing the flea to kiss him as he pleased.
He liked kissing the flea a lot, not that he would ever admit that. The blonde groaned as he felt the raven trail his hands down his hard chest, his heart beat picking up as the male on top of him slid his tongue into his mouth.
"I...Iza...Izaya...!" He gasped out as the other pulled away to bite his neck roughly and as he trailed the switch blade down his chest, tearing his clothes in the process.
The male arched hjs back into the knife as it trailed lower, past his stomach and onto his groin. The knife cut away at the cloth around his member befpre the raven lightly trailed it up the length of his member.
The blonde shuddered and let out a small moan, his already painfully hard member twitching slightly from the coldness of the metal.
"Shizuo~"
Izaya cooed sweetly.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard until-"
The blonde couldn't hear what the raven was saying, his mind being filled with the loud blarring of what sounded like an alarm clock.
Shizuo quickly sat up in his bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily.
"So...it really was just a dream..." He sighed as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, his sweaty skin glistening in the early morning sun.
"Why..." he slowly slid out of bed, headig towards the bathroom to get a cold shower. "Why do I keep dreaming about him? And why are they wet dreams?!" He asked himself in frustation, his heart beating wildly as he recalled the dreams he has been having for the past month.
"AND WHY THE HELL AM I ALWAYS BOTTOMING?!" He shouted, his hands clenching into fists.
"That flea must have poisoned me..." he grumbled as he turned on the shower, quickly slipping into the shower.
He stood there under the water, the cold drops of water pelting his skin in a comforting way. He sighed softly and leaned against the wall of the shower, staring at the cieling.
WHy...
Why was he so worked up?
Why ...
Why did he yearn for Izaya deep in his heart?
Why him?
ShIzuo continued to ask himself questions as he washed himself, his mind drifting between reality and those...those wet dreams...those wet dreams that sent shivers down his spine.
Those dreams that Shizuo wanted to be real.
He would never admit it, but he really wanted to feel Izaya's body against his own...
To feel the heat and to taste him.
But...
He knew they would never come true...
Or so he thought.