Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Rating: M
Warnings: Boy x Boy relations. Gay sex... language? Yeah. PWP.
Disclaimer: If I was the writer of DRRR!, I wouldn't be on fanfiction, lol.
A/N: One of my fills on the kinkmeme. Yeah. Finally got around to putting up enough parts for a full chapter, lol. And no, this isn't a oneshot. Excuse the nooby-ness. This is the second smut I've ever written, and the first fanfiction I've ever posted. /3
It had been a long day.
Heiwajima Shizuo silently thanked the heavens at the sight of his apartment complex at the end of the road, quickening his pace just a smidge to get there faster.
Today, Tom had more people to attend to than usual. The man had told Shizuo he was allowed to leave if he wanted too, but Shizuo politely declined, instead deciding to stick it out until the end. If something were to happen to his friend, he knew it would be his fault—and he simply wouldn't be able to live with that.
Ding!
A split second after, the elevator's doors opened, revealing his floor's hallway. The blond fished his keys out of his pocket as he neared his door, sticking the correct one into the keyhole before unlocking it with a click.
Upon opening his apartment's door, a sickly sweet smell assaulted his nose. He let his eyes droop closed and leaned forward on his feet slightly as if to get closer to the nearly edible aroma.
"Okaire!" A voice came from deeper into the apartment, causing Shizuo to awaken from his slightly dazed state.
The blond blinked several times. "Tadaim—"
Wait.
He lived alone.
The enchanting effect the sweet smell caused completely wore off as he stormed into his apartment, ready to punch the life out of whoever had the audacity to just enter his home unannounced.
As he neared the kitchen, the smell intensified, only succeeding in angering him even more to know that not only had the intruder simply waltzed in, but he helped himself to using his kitchen, too.
"I don't care who the fuck you are jus ge—" The blond's eyes widened at what he saw upon entering the small room.
Izaya… Orihara Izaya… the flea was in his kitchen, baking cupcakes, clad in nothing but a small, pink, frilly apron.
"F-flea!" Shizuo exclaimed in surprise, feeling a barely-there blush creep up his neck in embarrassment.
What the hell was the flea doing here baking cupcakes? And why was he doing it wearing that?
The brunette turned his head to look at Shizuo over his shoulder, pulling out the finger he had in his mouth before curving his lips in a cheerful smile.
"Why hello, Shizu-chan~" the man greeted, turning around to fully face Shizuo. "How was your day?"
Shizuo blinked various times, feeling perplexed at Izaya's behaviour.
Seeing Shizuo's confusion, Izaya turned and grabbed a cupcake (complete with pink frosting, a small mountain of whip cream, and a cherry resting snugly at the top), and waved it in Shizuo's direction.
"Want one? I made them especially for you~"
"I don't care who you made them for!" Shizuo burst, anger resurfacing. "I don't even care why the fuck you're here anymore—just do us both a favour and get the fuck out."
Silence met his words for a few tense seconds that translated to minutes. Izaya frowned, letting his arm drop to his side.
"That's too bad," he finally said, a delicate finger coming to trace the edge of the cupcake, gathering pink frosting on his pinky. Izaya smirked up at Shizuo as he licked his finger suggestively, giving an extra sway to his hips as he walked forward, fixing the blond with a predatory gaze.
"W-what are you doing, flea?" Shizuo demanded.
Izaya didn't reply as he continued walking, finally reaching the blond. Both his hands came up and pressed against Shizuo's chest. Careful not to destroy the cupcake in his hand, he pushed gently against Shizuo's shoulders, causing the blond to step backwards and fall onto the chair that was already behind him. Izaya followed him down, straddling the man's chest before leaning in as close as humanly possible.
"Come on, Shizu-chan," Izaya lowered his voice to a sultry whisper, his lips brushing against the blond's ears with each word.
A tremor ran down Shizuo's spine. He had not realized he had closed his eyes until he felt something soft pressing on his lips, and amber came in contact with pink.
"Just have a taste…"
Shizuo, feeling his resolve slowly fade, tentatively took a bite out of the pastry.
It was delicious.
Shizuo glared lightly as he felt Izaya moving the cupcake out of his range, the brunette's lips forming into a smirk.
"I thought you didn't want it?"
Shizuo growled. "Give it back, flea," he said, but he didn't bother waiting. He reached his hand out and easily snatched it from the smaller man, bringing it back to his lips again.
"Tsk, tsk, Shizu-chan," he chided, prying the blond's fingers off the cupcake to inspect it from a closer angle. Shizuo scrambled to grab the falling cupcake with his other hand, sending yet another glare in the flea's direction once he finally caught it.
"Look at the mess you've made…" Izaya murmured, turning Shizuo's hand over in his palm, seeing the specks of white substance glittered on the blond's hand. Izaya grasped the hand a little tighter, kissing the palm before leaning up to the fingertips and sucking one into his mouth. Red eyes watched as Shizuo gaped at his action. He giggled and sucked in another finger, lapping the traces of the cream away. Soon all the digits were in his mouth as he raped them with his tongue.
After a few moments of dazedly watching the brunette, Shizuo growled weakly. "S-stop it, flea. You're getting your slobber all over my fingers," He hissed, weakly pulling on his hand to get it back, but Izaya's other hand came up and grasped his wrist to keep from moving it.
The scene was erotic—something Shizuo would never admit out loud—and he could feel blood rushing both north and south.
Izaya pulled the clean digits from his mouth and inspected them thoroughly before smiling.
"All clean~!"
Shizuo brought his freed hand to his sight and checked them carefully. An unknown feeling bubbled into his stomach and he became unaware of anything but his by now half-hard arousal, cursing himself lightly for reacting this way to the flea's actions.
An intense feeling of horror washed over him as his realization hit him in the face like a brick.
What was he doing? Why was he even letting Izaya sit on him? Especially when the brunette didn't even have anything to properly… cover himself up with.
Izaya took advantage of the fact that Sihzuo had been lost in thought and proceeded to sneakily unbutton the man's pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift moment.
Feeling the cool breeze wash against his half-arousal was all it needed for it to bloom into an all out hard-on.
Shizuo hissed at the feel of something cool and sticky fall onto his length, realizing with the light pink cream now staining his erection that he had let the cupcake fall from his hand onto his lap.
Izaya looked down, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"You really are quite the messy eater, aren't you, Shizu-chan?" Izaya let out a chuckle, sliding down to his knees in front of Shizuo. "Good thing your caring 'wifey' is here to clean up after you~"
Shizuo realized what Izaya was doing too late and was unable to complain, his eyes rolling back into his head in pure pleasure at the feel of the brunet's skilled tongue work along his shaft. Izaya swirled the wet appendage around the shaft like he would a popsicle, leaving his fingers to grab onto what he couldn't fit inside. He began to thrust the blond's member into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down the swollen cock. Shizuo let out breathy moans, trying hard not to thrust into the hot cavern.
Izaya pulled away, looking up at Shizuo through his lashes. "Don't hold back, Shizu-chan~ I'm here to… relax you after a stressful day at work," he reassured almost breathlessly, same smirk curving its way onto his lips.
Shizuo's mouth opened and closed with nothing to say, feeling much too far-gone to come up with an intelligible response. Instead, he let himself gasp in ecstasy when Izaya brought his lips to the base of his shaft, licking from the bottom, up slowly and teasingly. Izaya relished in the feel of the other's length twitch at his ministrations. Shizuo's eyes rolled back into his head before letting out a moan, tangling his fingers into the brunet's dark locks, making sure he stayed right where he was.
Izaya's red orbs flashed with peppermint curiosity, deciding to turn this into a game of 'how would he react if I did this?'
The brunet reached for the top of the counter next to him and Shizuo, closing his hand around the cold, metal can of whip cream. Izaya pulled away from the blond man's throbbing length, earning a groan of disapproval.
"W-what're you doing fle—" Shizuo started, voice hoarse due to what Izaya's previous actions.
"Shh," Izaya whispered, giving the blond his trademark smirk behind the index finger that had just come to press against his lips. "Just sit back and enjoy, Shizu-chan," he suggested. Shizuo held his breath as the informant leaned up so that his lips were pressed right against his ear, whispery breaths panting into his ear. "I promise, you won't regret it."
The way the red-eyed male's voice sounded coupled with his breathing and the feeling of his lips pressed against his reddened ear caused a shiver of anticipation to run down Shizuo's spine.
"Now where were we~?" he asked, lowering himself back down. "Oh, that's right~!" He lifted the can of whip cream from off the floor, tilting it over the blond's length. "I was giving you the finishing touches." And with that, Izaya pressed down hard onto the nub, and the cold, white cream sputtered out, causing Shizuo to hiss. After a few tense seconds, the blond let his shoulders relax, deciding that the sensation was definitely not a bad one. The blond watched through half-lidded amber eyes as Izaya moved the can to revolve around his swollen cock, gradually lifting the metal object up slightly with every round he made. The informant licked his lips, watching as the length was buried in the white substance, already tasting the phantom taste of bittersweet release on his lips.
Finally, Izaya lowered his head to the creamed tip and gave it a lick, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Shizuo. Izaya gave a small smirk at the sound, loving the feeling of having this control over the blond.
"I think it needs something more…" Izaya said, pulling his head away and tapping his finger to his chin. "Ah! I know~" the man bounced up to his feet, strolling over to the refrigerator.
"F-flea, where the fuck are you going?" Shizuo asked incredulously, wondering where the informant could possibly be going at a time like this, when his arousal was throbbing so intensely that it was beginning to hurt.
Izaya giggled, shutting the refrigerator behind him once he had the object he had been looking for in his hand. "Patience is a virtue, Shizu-chan~"
Shizuo let out a careful breath, counting to five in attempts of calming himself down and not go with his impulses. "Which I don't have," he finally muttered under his breath.
Izaya chuckled, moving over to stand in front of him with a brown bottle, flipping it over before squeezing out a small trail of the chocolate substance on his finger, cleaning it with a lick (which succeeded in making Shizuo more anxious).
"Mm, yes, I think this might be one of my best ideas~" Izaya said gleefully, lowering the bottle to Shizuo's length and squeezed out more of the chocolate sauce, trailing it along the same path the whipped cream took. He licked his lips at seeing the chocolate spiral up, hurriedly putting down the bottle once he reached the top.
The brunet lowered himself to his knees once again and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on enclosing his mouth around the tip, licking and sucking at it carefully. Izaya gave a small moan, loving the mixed, sweet taste of whipped cream, chocolate, and Shizuo. When the man flicked his tongue along the slit, Shizuo hissed, bringing his hands to clutch at the sides of the chair he was sitting on.
"S-stop being a tease, you fuckin' flea," Shizuo growled hoarsely.
The brunet chuckled. "Fine. As you wish~" And without much warning, Izaya plunged Shizuo's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the white and brown covered length like he would a lollipop. Izaya sucked down more forcefully, beginning to bob his head up and down.
The cracking sound of the seat underneath Shizuo joined the sucking and popping noises coming from the informant, and the brunet cracked an eye open. He smirked against the shaft at the sight, watching as Shizuo's hands shot out to grab his head once again, pushing him down on his length.
"H-haa," Shizuo breathed, looking down at the informant with a very flustered face. "Don't get d-distracted, flea."
"Won't happen again," the brunet murmured around the tip, giving it one long suck before pulling away only slightly to run his tongue along the parts he had not reached before, lapping up at the whipped cream and chocolate at the base of the blond's cock. Izaya circled his hand around the top, pumping Shizuo at a quick pace while he nipped and sucked at the sides of his length.
After a few seconds, Shizuo came, tightening his grip on Izaya's brown locks and groaning. "Fuck."
Izaya pulled away, smirking down at the new white substance that joined in the fray.
"Oh, and I had just cleaned you up, too," he said with mock disappointment, lowering his head to clean up the white sticky mess. However, Shizuo was much too focused on slumping against the chair and panting to really notice, relishing in the after-glow of orgasm.
Izaya didn't let him day-dream too much, though, because in no time Izaya had finished licking up the mess and was now climbing up onto his lap, pressing his chest against Shizuo's and burying his face into the blond's neck, latching his lips onto a patch of skin and biting down lightly.
Shizuo hissed for the umpteenth time, struggling a bit under Izaya. "What are you doing? Didn't you already have your fun?"
Izaya chuckled, pulling away and looking at him with lust-clouded eyes. "Not quite," he breathed, chuckling lightly. "I hope you didn't think this was over just yet, right?"
Shizuo growled. "Flea, get off m—" But he stopped at the face Izaya suddenly made.
"Sh-shit," the brunet gasped out at the feel of his neglected, painful arousal brushing up against Shizuo's length at a particular thrust Shizuo's hips had made in attempts of getting the informant off.
Realization dawned on Shizuo's face, suddenly understanding the situation Izaya was in. Izaya's hands clutched his shoulders, breathing a bit harshly. Shizuo reached a hesitant hand out, tentatively wrapping his warm fingers around Izaya's length, causing the flea's breath to hitch.
Slowly, the blond began to pump the arousal, watching Izaya's face as red eyes disappeared behind his lids, face flushing in arousal. The blond frowned when the brunet rested his forehead on Shizuo's shoulder, hiding his face from view. Suddenly, the blond picked up his pace, causing Izaya to moan and arc his back into Shizuo, burying his face further into the his neck. The debt collector gripped the other's chin with his free hand, pulling Izaya's face until it was in his view. The blond felt his arousal spring back to life at the look the informant was giving him.
Something snapped within Shizuo.
In one swift motion, the blond crashed their lips together, nipping and sucking lightly at Izaya's bottom lip. The brunet moaned into the kiss, hooking his arms securely around Shizuo's neck. Shizuo took advantage of Izaya's now-open mouth and pushed his tongue forcefully into his mouth, tasting around the cavern.
Izaya's half-lidded eyes snapped shut, feeling his body tremble in anticipation. Shizuo's tongue darted around, tasting anything and everything before grabbing onto the brunet's tongue and forcing him to contribute to the tongue war.
Izaya had no hesitation in responding, repeating Shizuo's actions and moaned again, louder than before. Shizuo growled lowly as the feeling to take the flea right then and there flooded every fiber of his being.
They breathed through their noses, keeping their lips sealed together. Shizuo brought his hands from pumping Izaya's length to grip Izaya's hips and pull him forward, the brunet's elegant legs parting at an even wider angle.
Izaya mewled in protest at the loss of contact, grinding his hips against the blond's, and they both moaned at the delicious friction the action caused.
"That's it," Shizuo growled, pulling away from the heated kiss.
"W-what?" Izaya asked breathlessly, misunderstanding what Shizuo had said. Before he could complain about wanting his release, Shizuo wrapped his arms around the informant's back and stood up from the chair, picking him up as he did so.
Izaya immediately wrapped his legs around Shizuo, eyes widening in slightly surprise as the blond carried him to his bedroom and threw him onto the unmade bed.
The brunet's eyes widened at the predatory, lust-filled gaze Shizuo was giving him.
"Shizu-chan…?"
The blond responded by climbing on top of Izaya, taking both of the flea's hands and pinning them over his head with one hand. Shizuo brought his knee to rub between Izaya's thighs, eliciting another silky moan from the informant's swollen lips.
The ex-bartender captured Izaya's lips once more, nipping and sucking until they were both out of breath once again. The pair parted for air, a string of saliva clinging to their lips. Shizuo's head hovered over Izaya's, only mere centimeters apart. He slowly trailed his lips up to the flea's ear, his breath tickling Izaya's skin.
"You did this to me, Izaya…" the brunet cracked open his eyes at the sound of his real name. "Soit's only fair for me to use you to get rid of it."
The brunet felt a small pang at the word 'use', but regardless, he cleared his throat and took in a ragged breath, hiding behind his smirking mask. With his eyes still half-lidded, he leaned his head up a bit so his lips were right at Shizuo's ear.
"Use me all you want," he whispered, feeling a sense of triumph at feeling Shizuo shiver slightly at the words, "just know that I'll be using you right back."
After a few moments of somewhat tense hesitation, Shizuo ripped away the frilly apron from Izaya's body, leaving the brunet's pale, unblemished skin uncovered like a blank canvas ready to be painted on.
The brunet closed his eyes when Shizuo's eyes began roaming his body.
The blond pressed his finger onto Izaya's flat nipple and rubbed slowly. It reacted instantly, standing up. Shizuo felt shivers of anticipation running through the other's body and licked his lips, staring at the other unattended one.
A gasp and a moan, and suddenly red eyes shot open and looked down, seeing Shizuo's lips latched onto his nipple. The blond sucked, bit, and licked, feeling it harden and turn light red at the abuse.
After a few more moments, he let it go, watching Izaya's chest heave up and down for a few seconds before continuing his exploration with his tongue, sliding the wet appendage over the chest area before trailing it down lower.
Izaya arched his back as Shizuo's tongue went lower and lower, nearly hissing when the blond stopped. His red eyes snapped open once again, glaring at the man with his mouth hanging open due to the lack of air.
"Why the fuck did you stop?" he panted out, digging his fingers into the white sheets below.
Amber eyes clouded with lust lifted to meet with Izaya's, both staring so intently at each other that the brunet nearly missed the small ghost of a smirk tug at the blond's lips.
"Now you know how it feels like to be on the receiving end."
Izaya scowled, glaring at the taller man. Before he could protest further, however, he was interrupted by his own breathless gasps.
Shizuo had returned to his ministrations, this time licking slowly at the brunet's erect member. The blond pulled away about an inch or two, breath ghosting over the hot flesh before blowing gently on the tip, gaining a loud moan.
"You know, for someone who was acting all seductively a few minutes back—you're lookin' pretty submissive right now," Shizuo commented, placing another long lick on the head, ridding it of the pre-cum dribbling out.
"Fuck you," Izaya breathed, breath hitching when the blond's hand came to grip the organ, rubbing it slowly. Izaya forced his trademark smirk through the sensations. "You think it's sexy—therefore I'm still being seductive."
Shizuo's grin widened. "True."
The ex-bartender crawled back up Izaya's body, breath ghosting over hot skin and mingling with the brunet's breath, pressing a chaste kiss on the informant's lips. He left a trail of kisses down to the crook of Izaya's neck, continuing to pump the brunet's cock while he trailed his fingers up, bringing three to rest over Izaya's parted lips.
The man moaned loudly before taking in the digits, coating them in saliva while he sucked and licked at them. Once Shizuo deemed them to be slicked with enough saliva, he pulled them out one by one, the 'popping' noise echoing through the room for a millisecond.
Shizuo lifted his lips from the red blotch he had just created on Izaya's neck, shifting his eyes to the informant's nether regions as he placed his hand down on Izaya's thigh.
"Spread your legs wider."
Izaya quickly complied, moaning at the feel of Shizuo rubbing his fingers in a circle along the entrance. When the blond finally thrust a digit in, Izaya let out a loud cry of pleasure, hooking his arms around Shizuo's neck to bring his lips down to his.
Their tongues danced and teeth nipped at each other's lips in tandem to Shizuo's thrusts. Moans filled the air while the blond's fingers scissored and stretched his walls, feeling his skin burn with the need to have something much bigger replace the digits.
Izaya pulled away from the kiss, arching his back against the bed when Shizuo hit his prostate.
"H-haa, Shizu… chan… Fu—fuck me already," the man panted out, locking eyes with the blond.
Shizuo dipped his head down again, licking along the informant's neck to his ear. "Fine."
The man pulled out his fingers from the brunet one by one, and just as he was about to position himself, Izaya pushed at his chest, flipping them over so he was now straddling his waist. The blond gave Izaya a confused look, mind trying to process what had just happened.
"I want to be on top," Izaya said, amused smirk back in place, eyes glittering with something akin to mischief, yet still laced with lust.
"Wh—are you crazy?" the blond yelled, eyes widening considerably as he fixed the informant with a look that clearly showed he thought so.
Izaya rolled his red eyes, leaning down slightly to begin unbuttoning Shizuo's shirt.
"Calm down, Shizu-chan. I mean I want to ride you."
"O—oh…"
Once Izaya finally unbuttoned the last button, he proceeded to peal the shirt off the other man's body, throwing it to some random corner in the room. The brunet ran his fingers along the chest, red eyes glittering with even more anticipation then he had felt before.
"Did I ever tell you that you're damn sexy?" Shizuo randomly commented in a daze. Izaya only smirked, feeling his heart give a tiny little jump before pressing his hands down on the blond's chest to lift himself up, position his entrance over the blond's shaft.
"You're pretty hot yourself," Izaya replied before bringing his hips down to plunge Shizuo's length inside him.
The informant let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back into his head at the heavenly feeling.
Once he let the initial sensation process, Izaya began to move.
The sound of skin slapping skin and moaning filled the room as Izaya bounced up and down on Shizuo's cock, the blond man thrusting up simultaneously. Whenever the informant would start feeling a little tired, he'd opt for rolling his hips against Shizuo's, earning a few groans before resuming his previous actions.
As they began to near the threshold of fevered delirium, the two men's pleasured cries crescendoed, raising higher and higher until the one last hit to Izaya's prostrate caused the man to reach his end, spilling his seed all over Shizuo's chest.
Shizuo looked up to look at Izaya's flushed face. The informant's lips were parted, and his eyes shut tight. The erotic scene was enough to send Shizuo over the edge as well, letting out a loud cry of pleasure before cumming inside the brunet.
Izaya let himself collapse onto Shizuo's chest, opening his eyes half way once the side of his head hit the man's shoulder. Both were too tired to even think about saying something, much less move.
The last thing Izaya remembered was thinking how comfortable Shizuo was before his surroundings faded into black.