Shizuo Heiwajima yawned loudly as he walked down the streets of Ikebukuro, somehow managing not to drop the cigarette in his mouth. The sun was annoyingly bright and he glanced at it through his sunglasses, but unlike the rest of the world it didn't seem frightened of his legendary wrath and the morning sky remained as clear as ever. What irony that such a city like this one would bath in such pure light. Shizuo smirked to himself. He had been out all night chasing people who had borrowed more than they had paid back. They were all so fucking boring. The mere sight of him made them fall on their knees and beg for their life. Not even one had asked for a fight. The strongest man in Ikebukuro sighted and stretched himself in his full length, which was quite a lot. If there was something he longed for now, it was a soft bed to sleep in. Or, well, there was something he wished for more and that was beating up that bastard Izaya. Just thinking about it made his fists clench. However, since he had no idea about the rat's current whereabouts he guessed he would have to settle for his second alternative.

Thinking about Izaya made Shizuo think of vending machines which made him realize just how thirsty he was. Damn that flea! He looked around and quickly discovered an automat just some meters away. Shizuo had to admit he was somewhat of a pro when it came to finding vending machines. As he walked over to get himself something to drink he discovered a group of three that was already gathered there. To his surprise one of them raised his head, wrapped in a dark scarf, as he came closer and actually addressed him, something that happened very rarely.

"Shizuo Heiwajima. Good morning."

Shizuo knew that face and voice. They had been in the same class when they attended Raira Academy. What was his name again? Oh, whatever.

"Mornin'", the blond answered as he put his hands in his pockets in want of some money.

"Kyaaaaaa~! Walker, look at this!"

Shizuo's attention was drawn by the exited yell from a girl dressed entirely in black that sat curled up on the ground against the vending machine with a magazine in her hand. Beside her sat a blond guy and looked eagerly in the magazine together with her. Judging from the one and a half meter long statue of a sage-green haired girl dressed in some sort of school uniform which stood by their feet, they were otakus. Shizuo growled to himself and put a coin in the machine. He bent down and grabbed his can, trying to ignore the annoying squeals from the two on the ground.

"What is it, Erika? Are they making a third season of Junjou Romantica after all?"

"Better!" The girl was biting her lip in excitement, a slight blush on her cheek. "Hanejima Yuuhei is recording a BL-movie!"

Shizuo froze. The can buckled in his hand. A BL-movie?

"No way!" the boy exclaimed. "You're kidding, right? It's just too good to be true!"

"But it says so here!" the girl protested. "They're recording it right now, in Ikebukuro! Apparently there are gonna be some real sex scenes…"

"Let's go", the scarf-headed man interrupted them. "Saburo is waiting in the van."

He threw the frozen Shizuo a drifting glance. Kyohei. Kyohei Kadota. Right. That was his name. Shizuo didn't even notice how his fingers had broken right through the can. Sweet lemonade dropped down on the street. The two otakus looked up and for the first time saw the man standing above them. They exchanged excited looks with each other.

"Look, Dotachin, it's Heiwajima…"

"Let's go!"

Kadota grabbed them both in their shoulders and more or less dragged the loudly protesting duo away, leaving the sage-green haired girl behind. Shizuo didn't see them leave. He grabbed the vending machine with both his trembling hands. The can fell broken to the ground. A BL-movie? With real sex scenes…?

"I won't allow it. I won't allow it. I won't allow it."

Shizuo muttered the words as a spell while unconsciously chewing his cigarette to dust. His grip around the vending machine hardened. His hands were making marks in it now. Suddenly somebody poked his shoulder.

"Oi, bartender! I'm fuckin' thirsty and yer in my way. Ya know what that means don't ya?"

The blond turned his head extremely slowly. There were a bunch of them, dressed in yellow as if they tried to imitate the mighty, unreachable sun. A grin spread over his face. Lucky.

"Nooo, kawaii Miku-chan~!"

"Let go, Dotachin! Let go!"

Kyohei ignored the cries from the friends on his shoulders and kept walking. He had a lot of trouble keeping them from running away. Angry otakus were scary. But they would thank him later. Suddenly the air filled with screams of pain and fear, loud crashes and furious bellowing. Finally Erika and Walter fell silent. Kyohei didn't know what they saw over his back and he determined not to look after. Suddenly a van rounded the corner and stopped right in front of them. Kyohei opened the doors and threw his burden into the backseat, then placed himself aside of Saburo in the front.

"What happened, Dotachin?" Erika asked, leaning forward. "Shizuo… exploded!"

It was indeed the most suitable description. From distance they could see the bartender throw people as well as things and trees and, of course, vending machines. Most of his opponents seemed knocked out already but the furious man simply picked them up from the ground again and gave them another round. Kyohei sighted.

"Don't you know?" he said. "Hanejima Yuuhei's real name is Kasuka Heiwajima."

"You mean…"

"Yes. He's the younger brother of Shizuo Hei…hey, drive!"

Saburo tramped the gas violently and with an inch the group avoided being hit by the rather bloody sage-green-haired girl who came flying through the air, and instead crashed into a statue of the city's founder. Luckily for the otakus the girl wasn't destroyed, in contrast to the founder.

Shizuo raced down the streets with incredible speed, his teeth and fists clenched together. Still, the pavement was too crowded, even considering the fact that everybody moved out of their way when they saw him. With a loud roar Shizuo threw himself into the freeway. He crossed between the vehicles, unconscious of the honks from the cars and the cries from the drivers. Suddenly he was met by a gigantic truck. Shizuo stared the scared-to-death driver into the eyes.

"I won't allow it!" he yelled and howling leaped up on top of the truck. For half a second he ran on its roof, then he threw himself off and flew through the air at a height of five meters.

Celty blinked mentally and almost drove of the road. For a moment she had thought she saw a flying Shizuo pass over her. But obviously that must have been her imagination, not even he could jump that high, right? Anxiously she wondered if her sense of sight was abandoning her. Where could her head be?

Shizuo re-landed on the car road, creating a smaller crater. He looked around with wild eyes, trying to orientate himself. Kasuka's recording studio should be here somewhere … there! He was almost there. Neither media nor the fans knew about this recording-studio, which from the outside looked like a normal apartment, so that the actors could act undisturbed. But Kasuka had told Shizuo the address once and he never forgot anything his brother told him.

To the relief of the drivers Shizuo returned to the pavement and ran the few remaining hundred meters. When he finally reached the entrance and stepped inside he was met by two guards, who held up their hands while kindly explaining that this was a restricted area. The blond man listened patiently for almost two seconds before grabbing one of them in each hand and throwing them aside. They hit the wall and fell to the floor, unconscious. For a moment Shizuo hesitated, swinging his head wildly from side to side. There were two closed doors to choose between. Then suddenly he heard a noise from behind one of them and flung the door open. He rushed through a corridor and finally reached his destination, the recording studio. And stopped in the doorway. Speechless.

He was too late. They were recording the scene. The sex scene. The crew had gathered in a half circle around the actors, the cameras were rolling and the lightning perfect. Kasuka lay in a big fluffy bed wearing a blue pajama. His black hair was spread over the pillow and he looked anxious as well as… something else. Shizuo had seen all his brother's movies but this expression was something new and it made him feel very strange.

"No, Sempai… wait!"

Kasuka's voice was thin and hesitant, yet there was a longing in it that made his older brother want to comfort him. But this was not for him to do, but the person who now bent over him. Shizuo could not see his face, due to his long black hair. He was wearing what looked like a school uniform with a white shirt and blue trousers and a matching dark blue tie. There was something oddly familiar about it, but in his distressed state Shizuo couldn't figure out what it was. The unknown actor bent down with graceful movements and kissed Kasuka gently on the neck. The boy blushed and shivered. Shizuo had not believed his brother to be able to make such expressions. Then the other spoke:

"Now, now, Tatsu-chan, be still. You'll like this."

No. Shizuo froze. No. This couldn't be true! He knew that voice. He would recognize it anywhere, anytime. Still… he wouldn't believe it. But then Kasuka reached for the other and with his slender hands stroked the hair away from his face. Black reddish eyes met Shizuo's and there was no longer any doubt. It was him.

Izaya had to really control himself not to start laughing madly when he saw Shizu-chan's face. Finally the game could really begin! Excitement sent a shiver along his spine. Izaya threw with his dark extensions and glanced down on his prey. The boy sure was pretty, even though he wasn't the turn-on his older brother was. This would be so much fun. The informant broker unbuttoned his shirt and bent down to kiss the young actor beneath him, but he was hindered by a slender finger upon his lips.

"Sempai?"

Such a voice! Izaya met the unsure eyes of Kasuka. He looked scared. Izaya loved that look.

"What is it, Tatsu-chan?" he asked, already knowing the answer. It was all in the script.

"Be gentle."

Izaya smiled widely and without answering bent down and trapped Kasuka's lips beneath his own. There was a moment of trembling silence while he let his tongue dance inside of the other, then Kasuka moaned loudly into his mouth. Izaya smiled satisfactorily.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Tatsu-chan?"

He shot one heated look at Shizuo.

In the same moment the blond met the gaze of his archenemy he understood that Izaya didn't do this for the cameras. It was a show meant for him and him only. Shizuo growled and stepped forward. I won't allow it, he thought. I'm gonna end this freak-show and after that I'm gonna kill that bastard Izaya…

Then, suddenly, he froze. Kasuka stared at him over Izaya's shoulder, a silent, desperate prayer in his dark eyes. He didn't want Shizuo to interrupt. His eyes asked, no, begged him not to do it. The blond clenched his teeth. He knew how serious his brother was about his acting. Of course Kasuka didn't want him to interfere… not even for this kind of scene! Shizuo knew that if he went berserk now, his brother might not forgive him for it. Ever.

Izaya didn't miss the glance the boy shot towards the cameras. Obviously he had discovered the presence of his brother. Yet, he wouldn't let him do anything, because he wouldn't let anything hinder him in his acting. And Shizu-chan wouldn't do anything his brother didn't want him to do. Of course Izaya had known that, but it was still very fascinating to observe how the blond beast was so tamed by this boy. The whole situation was just hilarious. Suddenly Izaya was overcome by an urge to see how long he could go before any of the Heiwajimas would interfere. Why not take this game to the next level? Without any warning other than a quick devilish smile he bit down Kasuka's neck harshly, making the younger boy cry in surprise and pain. The attack left a blood red mark on his white skin and Izaya licked the sore spot. Kasuka's entire body was shivering and he rubbed his knees against each other, as if trying to hide something. How cute. Izaya traced one hand up his thigh, seductively slow so that the cameras and, more importantly, Shizu-chan, wouldn't miss anything, making the boy spread his legs somewhat. His hand stroked Kasuka's crotch, though still outside of the pajama pants. He chuckled.

"What's this? You're so hard already, Tatsu-chan?"

Hard? Shizuo couldn't believe his ears. But when he let his eyes travel down Kasuka's embarrassed face to Izaya's slender hand he too couldn't ignore the well visible buckle that was forming there. His brother was having an erection! For some silly reason Shizuo had not believed his brother to be able to have that kind of reaction. He swallowed. He had expected to be turned off and disgusted by this scene between his beloved brother and his archenemy. But for some reason he was not. Actually his body claimed the exact opposite.

"This is not in the script!" somebody from the camera crew whispered.

"Who cares!" another member breathed. "This is some hot stuff!"

Izaya beamed with satisfaction and congratulated himself silently as he started to undress Kasuka, exposing his slender torso to the cameras and to Shizuo. He had not expected the older of the Heiwajima brothers to be that turned on by this show. There was no way he would stop now, and knowing the director, he assumed there would be no problem if he improvised a little outside of the script. Kasuka started to mumble something but Izaya just trapped his lips in another mind-blowing kiss and the protest was choked by a number of moans. When the informant broker finally withdrew saliva was running down the smaller boy's chin and he was gasping for air. It surely was an arousing sight. Izaya bent down to whisper in his ear, just loud enough for everybody in the room to hear:

"I'm going to make you feel so good you want to die."

He nipped the boy's ear once, making him flinch, before moving down to his heaving breast. Like a knowing gourmet he licked one of the boy's pink nipples gently, as if tasting it. Kasuka whimpered and Izaya smirked.

"Sweet", he commented and the boy beneath him blushed violently.

But it wasn't at Kasuka Izaya directed his narrow eyes as he spoke. Shizuo met his intense gaze, unable to look away. He breathed faster than usual and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight. The red eyes observed this and Izaya licked his lips seductively. The informant broker dived down again and this time he was like a snake, attacking his prey. His tongue danced around the boy's nipples, his sharp teeth sank into alabaster white skin and his hands moved rapidly all over the shivering body. There was no doubt he was a master executing his profession. Not many seconds later Kasuka was dancing under his touch, aroused moans flowing out of his opened mouth and tears of pleasure forming in the corner of his eyes.

"Ah… please…!"

"Please what, Tatsu-chan?"

For a moment the snake stopped to watch his exhausted prey with a wide smile. His hand was deliberately left upon the boy's now very well visible erection, stroking it gently. Kasuka whimpered and gazed down his body, following the hands movements upon his pajama pants as if hypnotized. The entire studio went completely silent for the first time since Shizuo had arrived.

"Isn't this the scene where the mother is supposed to interfere?" a camera man whispered to a bearded man who was obviously the director of the movie.

The director shot him a glance that could have killed.

"Interfere?" he hissed. "This is gold, why should a mother interfere?"

His intense eyes caught Shizuo, who was just standing doing nothing except trying to ignore his rock hard erection, and waved him closer. The blond went to him, his mind swirling. He was more pissed off than he had ever been before, as well as extremely turned on and in the same time ridden by an unusual feeling of helplessness about the whole situation.

"You!" the director spoke, "Go to the changing room and tell the actress there we need no interfering mother." He licked his lips. "This is gold", he repeated.

Shizuo followed his eyes towards the scene where Kasuka lay, half naked and covered in sweat, a hesitant look in his dark eyes and a violent blush on his cheeks. Crouching above him was Izaya, an arrogant smirk on his face and the black extensions hanging down his slender shoulders. Suddenly he turned and their eyes locked. Izaya swiftly glanced down Shizuo's lower regions and his smile widened before he turned back to the boy and repeated his question in a low, voice:

"Please, what, Tatsu-chan?"

The boy hesitated, his gaze both longing and frightened.

"I want…" His voice died out and his eyes flickered. Then he spoke again: "I want you, Sempai."

"And that you may have", Izaya smiled.

The next second his hand slipped in under the pajama pants and the boy stiffened. Now this was enough! Shizuo stumbled, due to his aching erection, out of the room, looking wildly around for the named dressing room. He found it in the end of the corridor, occupied by a half naked, beautiful woman. She stared at him, terrified.

"They don't need you." Shizuo said coldly.

Kasuka gasped when Izaya's hands finally slipped inside his pants. This wasn't in the script! Why hadn't anyone cut this scene already? Tears of fear and humiliation formed in the corner of his eyes. He could feel Izaya Orihara's burning gaze on his skin. He hated him for making him feel so good. Kasuka closed his eyes and tried to make it all go away, but instead the picture inside his head sharpened, the picture of his older brother's face as he had looked when he entered the room. What was he doing here? Kasuka moaned loudly when the hand made an especially hard jerk. He couldn't hold back much longer.

"Stop right there! What are you doing to my beloved Tatsuhi, you pervert!"

Izaya's legs buckled and he rolled onto the floor, laughing. Kasuka opened his eyes and stared, silently, as his expression became emotionless and his eyes blank. The director face went from angrily red to white.

Opposite to his orders, the mother had arrived to stop the boys from what they were doing. Her long hair was a fuzzy, and somewhat awry, blond mess upon her head and the very motherly white dress, embroidered with pink sakura flowers, sat tight around her muscular body and showed of way too much of her hairy, robust thighs. Furthermore the beautiful dress had ripped in the back, exposing some really impressive shoulders. She was in no ways a beautiful woman, but the gaze she shot towards the boys, of whom one was still gasping from laughter, was so fierce behind the sunglasses that nobody would have even thought of telling her that. If the question had been asked right then, nobody would have opposed to Shizuo Heiwajima being the fairest woman ever seen on Earth.

"You bastard, stay away from my son!" Shizuo yelled in a high-pitched voice while pointing an enormous trembling finger at the shaking body on the floor.

Izaya raised his head and looked as if he was going to reply, but failed and burst into laughter again, falling back onto the floor. Shizuo stamped forward and seized the black-haired in his shirt collar. He wanted to kill him so badly. But not here. The show had to go on. He was under no circumstances allowed to ruin Kasuka's movie. Feeling the cameras on him, Shizuo cleared his throat and turned to face his frozen brother. The boy still lay on his bed with a strange face, obviously in chock. A silent tear run down his cheek and Shizuo bent down and brushed it away, while saying seriously:

"I'll take this scum away, don't you worry. He won't ever bother you again."

Kasuka just nodded, his dark eyes a lot larger than usual. Even though he was known in the film industry for being good at coming up with lines, his speech seemed to have failed him for now. Shizuo turned away and dragged his still laughing archenemy along the floor out of the room. Nobody tried to stop him.