Aromatherapy

There weren't many things that could calm the rage of Heiwajima Shizuo, but something he had found that actually works, embarrassing enough, was aromatherpy along with some calming music. It was so embarrassing to find himself lighting candles in his house- the room filled with the scents of sandalwood and sometimes- lavender, which had been a gift from Celty. As much as he hated lighting the purple candle, lavender calmed him the most. After Celty had noticed the relaxing sensation Shizuo got from the candles, she offered shopping for some cds. And sure enough, he found many instrumental pieces soothing.

And now, here he was... standing inside of a spa. Tom, the one who suggested Sandalwood- a more masculine scent; suggested he should try working at a spa for some extra cash. Shizuo hadn't thought about it before, but it seemed possible that if he was relaxed while working, he wouldn't hurt anyone there. He might actually be able to hold a normal job here... though being a debt collector wasn't abnormal, but with his strength and reputation... it tended to be more on the violent side of the work spectrum. He walked into the facility. A pretty dark haired woman at the counter smiled, her almond shaped eyes lit up. "You must be Heiwajima-san! Tanaka-san said you'd be in today."

Shizuo nodded, watching the woman bound up to him. She barely met his stomach... she was tiny. She brought a shirt with her for him to change into. "Have you gave massages before?"

Shizuo resisted the urge to flush. "I had practiced on some friends. They said I didn't do a bad job."

"Okay! Well, how about a practice run with some of our volunteer workers. I'm sure they'd enjoy it."

Shizuo shrugged, why not? The petite woman easily rounded up a few of the volunteer workers. They consisted of a young woman, an elderly man, and another man. Shizuo was led with these people into one of the standard massage rooms. She smiled.

"We'll leave you alone in the room one at a time. We don't need to pressure you. Ah, is there anything you require? Massage oils? Aromatheraputic candles? Music?"

Shizuo swore his cheeks were darkening as he looked at her. "Uh... all of them, if possible."

She smiled. "Good answer! Okay. Aromatherapy candles are in this cabinet, the CD player is right here... we have a lot of good selections to help sooth and calm people. And the massage oils are here."

"Thanks."

She winked at him. "Good luck."

After she left, the first one to come in was the elderly man. He walked in and bowed slightly to Shizuo. "Thank you. I hope you take care of me."

Shizuo scratched the side of his face with his fingernail. He licked his lips. "Would you like a full body, torso-"

The old man chuckled. "Heiwajima-san. While I appreciate your offer, you are only practicing on me. Torso is fine. And I prefer back only."

Shizuo nodded, asking the man what kind of oil he liked. After easily finding the apricot kernel oil, he started slowly. The sounds of strings and pianos as well as the light scent lavender made him feel at ease, his shoulders drooping slightly in his relaxation. He went to work on the man's shoulders first, easily rolling his hands over the man's skin and applying pressure where needed. He could feel the tense muscles loosening under his hands, the smells of lavender and the sounds of beautiful music helping even more so in that process.

He wondered if he should try some conversation? It had seemed to help when Celty had reluctantly allowed herself to be one of his practice ones.

"So, what do you do around here?"

The man smiled, his eyes closed. "I help with the pedicures and manicures. Nails are my forte. It is a rather complicated thing to deal with. So delicate and yet so hard to deal with. But I love it."

"And that's all that matters, right?"

He slid his hands down the man's back, rubbing in circles toward the bottom of the man's back. The elderly man sighed. "Yes. And the pay doesn't hurt either!"

The joke made Shizuo smiled. Soon the man waved, signaling he was done. He sat up, sighing heavily. "That was better than I expected, Heiwajima-san."

Better than he expected? Shizuo frowned at the insinuation. But the man laughed. "Don't take it personally. Your outside appearance is intimidating."

It was true. Despite him not wearing his shades or the bartender outfit, he still had the look about him of a monster. He must look completely out of place here. He flushed in embarrassment and resisted the urge to push up on the sunglasses that weren't on the bridge of his nose. The elderly man laughed again. "You have two more people to impress, Heiwajima-san. Don't worry. You will."

Izaya rubbed his temple. He had just gotten off the phone with one of his clients. The man had been a pain in the ass to deal with. Demanding information like it was free. Orihara Izaya never let any information of his go free. It also didn't help with matters that his whole week had been going like this. He sighed as he leaned back in his computer chair, wincing slightly as the muscles in his back clenched. He had a lot of knots and tension in his sore muscles and figured a little trip to one of his favorite spas was in order.

He hadn't been to the spa- Kaijiura Spas; in a while. He had been itching to go ever since he heard they had hired a new masseuse who was actually pretty good for a beginner. Now, Izaya was use to the lovely ladies at Kaijiura Spas and their magic touches just as much as they had gotten use to his teasing of sorts. But now, a new person has turned up to torment... and better yet, it was a guy! The idea of teasing a man was something he couldn't give up on. He snickered to himself as he closed the top to his laptop. Oh yes, he was going to the spa. He walked out of his office, half skipping as he walked past Namie, who scowled at him. He flipped his phone open, quickly dialing the correct number, and awaited for the line to pick up.

"Kaijiura Spas, this is Ushiro Mayumi-san speaking."

"Mayumi-chan!"

"Iza-chan~!"

"I was wondering if you could schedule me an appointment today, for some massage aromatherapy sessions."

"Well, Reina-chan is busy today-."

Izaya smiled. "Ah, I was actually wanting to test the new guy out."

There was a long pause before a small puff of air was heard on the phone.

"Well, I suppose. He does have a couple of appointments... but they aren't till later... coming in now?"

"If that's okay?"

Izaya grinned as the woman on the other line grew flustered, sputtering how it was okay. He chuckled to himself. She was fun to play with. She sighed. "I'll let him know he is expecting someone soon."

"Thanks!"

He hung up, a smirk on his face as he continued to walk down the street. Oh, this would be fun. He couldn't wait to meet and torment this guy.

Shizuo was more than happy to come in to do a massage earlier than he was scheduled. He went ahead and sat out the oils he needed. An odd blend of Jojoba oil and almond oil. The customer had specifically asked for sandalwood candles, which automatically made Shizuo assumed the client was a man. At first that bothered him, but now... he was use to it. He sighed as he walked into the masseuse's bathroom, changing into his uniform.

While Shizuo was quietly changing, Izaya walked in. He peered around, grinning at the nice smell of sandalwood and the quiet background noise of music. Perfect! He stripped down, pulling one of the towels around his waste. He laid down on the table on his stomach, sighing as he was already feeling relaxed. He heard foot steps and turned his head to look at the masseuse, ready to playfully tell him that he wanted a full body massage.

When red-brown eyes met light brown ones, the world stopped.

Why was Shizu-chan here?

Why was the flea here?

But those questions had obvious answers. Izaya was laying on the table with nothing but a towel and Shizuo was wearing the standard uniform of Kaijiura Spas. It was obvious what was going on here. Izaya felt his lips twitch into a grin, eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, Shizu-chan. I never would have suspected you to be a masseuse. After all, who would want a bunch of bruises with what you probably call a massage?"

Shizuo gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath. The scent of sandalwood made his anger drop lower and the sounds of music made him sigh. He reopened his eyes and scowled. "Unless you won't me to fuck up your body completely, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut."

Shizuo walked over to him, moving his hand- signaling for him to sit down. Izaya hissed. "I don't want a massage by you."

"The girls are busy. You wanted me, you got me."

Izaya scowled, laying back down. He smirked after a second. "Well, at least it will feel like you are pampering me, like I deserve to be."

Shizuo snorted, squirting some of the oil directly on to Izaya's back. Izaya gasped and then glared. "Now, was that necessary, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo shrugged, a rather large grin on his face. "You tell me?"

Izaya opened his mouth to retort, but when those hands started on his back, he lost his concentration. He gasped as those hands worked their magic. He had to give Shizuo credit... the man was proving to be good at this. He sighed as he heard more oil being squirted out of it's container. It touched his burning skin, running down his back until firm hands swooped down and rubbed it in. The scent of sandalwood, the jojoba mixed oil, and the music made Izaya temporarily forget that the man rubbing his back was Shizuo. When those fingers pressed against a rather knotted area, Izaya moaned.

Those fingers jerked and paused for only a moment, but then continued, pressing against the muscles, soothing them and bringing the knots loose. Izaya let out a soft sigh that sounded more like a moan. Shizuo shuddered. There was an odd smell to the oil he was using. He had used the jojoba and almond before... what was this... it smelled of jasmine and... something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on.

Izaya shifted slightly, his towel falling away from his backside. Shizuo couldn't stop himself as his eyes flickered down only to be caught looking at light flesh. Embarrassingly enough, he felt his pants tighten at the sight of Izaya's ass. It had to be the jasmine in the oil... that was it.

He swallowed a lump and continued working on the man's shoulders before moving to his neck. He found a few knots there too, using his finger tips to roll against the skin. Izaya let out a soft hiss, his hips shifting. Shizuo's brow furrowed at the movement. Carefully, he moved his hands down. They stopped just right at the top of his backside. He pressed into his back, rubbing circles against the man's lower back.

Tentatively, he lowered his hands. Regardless of it being Izaya- the paper work had specifically said a full body massage. So he'd give him one. He squirted some oil on his hands before returning to his bottom. He rubbed the flesh there, feeling his pants strain. Izaya moaned, grinning wickedly into the pillow before him. He lifted his hips as Shizuo continued to massage his ass. Those fingers felt marvelous. He shook his hips lightly, wondering what Shizuo looked like when he did this...

Shizuo added more oil to his hands, his massage had stopped, he was now only rubbing Izaya's bottom, squeezing it at times, rubbing the flesh in his hands. He shuddered as he felt himself spread those cheeks slightly. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the pink, sensitive flesh inside. His oiled up hand grew curious until a finger tip brushed it. Izaya bit back a hiss when that finger sunk into him.

"Mnn..."

That particularly moan made Shizuo's skin jump and he pressed in his finger further, hearing another breathy moan. Slowly he pulled the finger out, stopping just before his finger popped out before pushing back in.

Izaya licked his lips, panting as the rhythm was being set. Shizuo's slippery finger was pushing in and out in a somewhat fast speed, Izaya's hips rocking into the man's ministrations. Another finger was added and Izaya's toes curled. He could hear Shizuo's panting and his grunts, it was growing intoxicating. His breath hitched when Shizuo's fingers brushed against a sensitive spot inside of him.

"Ungh. There!"

Shizuo brushed against the place... again and again. Izaya groaned as those fingers dug deeper, pushing against his prostate. He lifted his leg, shifting slightly so he could now lay on his side and look at Shizuo.

The blond had sweat beading on his forehead, his hands working mechanically as the look in his eyes was glazed over. Izaya smirked at Shizuo, whose only response was to push his fingers in and out harder. Izaya's face contorted- a look of pain and pleasure that Shizuo felt his cock twitch to.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling his pants down quickly and within a matter of seconds, the head of his cock was against Izaya's opening- he was rubbing the oil over his prick, groaning. "Shit flea... what the fuck was in this damned oil of yours?"

Izaya, finally turning all the way around, wrapping his legs around Shizuo's middle, bringing the man closer. He purred. "Blame it on the jasmine... hell, blame it on the sandalwood... heh, both are known aphrodisiacs, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo growled, pushing into Izaya. The man's red-brown eyes widened and he groaned, his legs clenching over Shizuo's middle. Shizuo hissed as that flesh clenched around him as he tried penetrating the louse. He grunted, finally feeling his prick slowly sink into the man.

And finally, he was in.

They paused as Shizuo breathed in deeply- the mixed scents of almond, sandalwood, jasmine, and the mystery scents were heady and was making him feel more aroused by the second. He grunted as he snapped his hips, finally pushing in and out of the smaller man.

The tempo started out slow, but was beginning to build up. Shizuo grabbed Izaya's legs, pulling them off of him and pressed them against the smaller man's chest, pounding into hims ferociously. He growled as the sounds of wet skin ricocheted off the walls, pounding in their ears. He shuddered, feeling the need to come building... and building.

Izaya purred as his legs bounced in quick motions. When Shizuo's slick hand finally gripped his arousal, pumping at it, Izaya let out a loud mewl, arching his back as the feeling of Shizuo's hand brought him closer to completion. And with another sharp thrust against his prostate, he came all over Shizuo's hand and his stomach.

The smell of Izaya's come, the sex, and the aromatherapy caused Shizuo to roar, burying himself deep inside of Izaya and coming. He groaned, Izaya's spasming entrance milking him as he emptied himself.

He pulled out, feeling his own seed dripping out of Izaya as well. He licked his lips, ready to growl at Izaya until he was interrupted by a high pitched yell of horror.

"Heiwajima-san! What do you think you're doing!"

Shizuo pushed away from Izaya, eyes wide in shock as the woman stood at the door. Izaya sat up, grabbing a few Kleenex tissues, wiping at his bottom. Shizuo grunted. "But he-."

"You are not welcome here anymore! You're fired!"

Shizuo blinked, watching the woman run out, disgusted with what she saw. Izaya zipped up his pants, grinning and waving at Shizuo as he exited. "Bye-bye Shizu-chan!"

No amount of aromatherapy nor soothing music could relax his muscles now. He gritted his teeth, grabbing hold of the massage table, ripping it out of the floor, storming after Izaya. "IZAYA!"

(THE END)