To Thine Own Self Be True
Summary. De-anon from the LJ Kink Meme. Prompt asked for Izaya/fem!Izaya, or something along those lines.
Rating. M
Disclaimer. Drrr! is not mine.
Warnings. Genderbender with fem!Izaya, het sex with oneself - or is that masturbating?
A/N. last one from the drrr! kink meme. short one this time - my first smut, if i remember correctly.
"Don't trust the—a-ah…the gang leader in Shibuya-ah…he's going to be re-replaced," Izaya absorbed the information despite the panting, filing it away for later use. The figure below him writhed, as he thrust thrust thrust rhythmically.
"A-anything else?" he asked, all business, even when one of his hands was currently massaging her small breast, playing with her nipple, and her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips.
She moaned lightly as he hit just right, before answering, "K-kida-chan should be…ba-aah-ck,"
With a final groan, her insides gave in as she bit his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. Growling, Izaya began a rougher assault, coming just a few minutes after her with a choked sigh. Slowly, he pushed away from her, both of them still panting, as he left her to go to the kitchen, pulling his pants up but not bothering to close them.
As he had a few sips of water, he heard the shower starting up his room, and chuckled lightly. When he opened his new can of tuna, she appeared in the door way - as if attracted to the smell - all pale skin and sinewy limbs. She sashayed provocatively towards him and stole the tuna from right beneath his nose, mirroring a move he himself had practiced earlier that very same day.
He stared at her pointedly, and she laughed, echoing his own, using her blade to cut herself a piece before returning it to him.
Izaya shuddered slightly - he didn't like to be reminded of their similarity. Not that he particularly cared about the moral implications behind their coupling, but rather the fearful opponent she was.
And as she waved good-bye, crawling into that closet which connected their worlds by bending the rules of time and space - wearing that too short, too tight skirt that was hiking up her long long legs and revealing more and more skin and just a hint of the black lace of her underwear, the same jacket he wore draped around her shoulders, her simple, too large shirt hanging off of one shoulder and straight black hair cascading down her back, and Izaya just wanted to-
And she was gone, having thrown a smirk back at him, mirth glittering in her red eyes, fully aware of the effect she'd had.
Mentally damning her, Izaya closed the doors to the closet, now in need of long, cold shower. Truthfully, Izaya Orihara may be his best source of information, more crafty and willing than any of his past ones, but she was also his greatest fear, the one factor he could not control.
When it comes down to it, there is only room for one Izaya Orihara, in this or any other world.
A/N. short drabble-glimpse thing. and with that, ta-ta for now, drrr! fandom.