A/N: A story for all Shizaya-lovers! It's a dance club AU this time, written for the best Izaya ever rp-ed and the official queen of rping whatsoever, meaning Mary :) For you, friend of mine~!
Also for all the lovelies who actually read my stuff ^^
Disclaimer: Neither the characters, nor the songs used or mentioned are mine. Smut is. Will be. Whatever.
The songs either mentioned or used as an inspiration in order of appearance:
- Michael Jackson's "Thriller"
- Adam Lambert's "Never Close Our Eyes"
- Michael Jackson's "Dangerous", "Smooth Criminal" and "Tease me"
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The first time Izaya noticed him, was on a dancefloor. Tall, blonde guy in a bartender outfit – a rather poor decision for a Halloween party, but a wonderful one if he wanted to seduce rather than frighten – anyway, this guy could be easily noticed, even in such a crowded club. His dancing was breathtaking, too. Not that he moved like he learnt or anything, but while dancing, the blonde moved all the muscles he had (and he had quite a few of them). Seeing that under this thin, white shirt of his was enough to make Izaya drool.
Though when, after some time of careful observation, the raven smiled devilishly around his fangs and started moving towards him, the moment their eyes met – crimson against honey – the blonde frowned and turned his back, promptly leaving the party altogether. Izaya was so surprised by the fact he didn't even follow him.
The surprise could be easily explained, really. Izaya was beautiful; he knew that more than well, and as he was right now, in an intricate costume of a vampire, jet black, skin tight and taking out all the shapes he wanted to show off, he only looked better. Both guys and girls have been hitting on him for the whole evening, and he was dancing with a grin in front of them all, basking in the admiration.
So why the blonde had left? Why didn't he flash him a shy smile and moved a little, delighted Izaya decided to join him, like so many others did before? Or would he rather get to him first, with possessive arm wrapped around the raven's waist? Some guys did that, too, and even though Izaya hated it sometimes, he thought he could make an exception for the blonde. He looked a possessive kind.
A kind that would make you never forget him; not by being rough, by marking and hurting, but by simply being too good in everything he does. The kind overpowering with just his presence.
Izaya bared his teeth in a little scowl. This was a challenge... And if he sees the blonde again, he would make him crazy with want for him. And then Izaya would be the one to leave the other confused and frustrated.
...or not.
...
The second time Izaya saw him was the day after. He wasn't surprised; the club wasn't maybe the best or most beautiful one, but it had something in it that made people want to come back.
The blonde was dancing again, with a little, distant smile on his lips. There were fewer people this time, and he seemed to be thankful for it, since he could move more freely. And even though Izaya missed the bartender outfit, he had to admit, the blonde looked just as good in simple jeans and T-shirt.
The raven sat by the bar, and asked for a drink. He had to move cautious, or the blonde will just leave again, and that would more than frustrate him. That would simply be... Annoying.
"Hey, Dota-chin, who's the blonde guy?" his friend behind the bar looked curiously at the dancefloor and shook his head.
"He comes here sometimes. That's all I know. And stop calling me that."
Izaya nodded absent-mindedly and swirled the ice cubes in his drink. If it was for him to tell, he wouldn't mind seeing them slide over the blonde's tanned body tonight. Or now.
The raven looked again, and to his surprise, he caught these irksome, honey eyes looking at him, with no traceable emotion in them. Izaya smirked slightly, tilting his head a bit which, he knew, made some of the guys weak in the knees, and lazily gestured with his head to the seat beside him. "Come have a drink with me, sexy." his eyes said, but the blonde only raised a brow and turned his back again. Izaya half expected him to leave, too, but he just kept dancing, and when the blonde turned to him once more, the raven could see his eyes were closed.
No good today, too, eh? Well, at least he hadn't left this time. That was an improvement.
Izaya brought his glass down on the counter hard enough for the liquid to climb dangerously up the glass's sides and Kadota do give him a questioning look. What was the blonde's problem?!
"You look like you wanna kill someone."
Izaya glared at the brown-haired, young man in a white coat that just sat next to him. Shinra always choose the worst possible time to show up. And Izaya couldn't really do anything to him, since he was a son of this club's owner.
"What do you want, Shinra?" he asked in an irritated voice. The doctor grinned and nodded at Kadota, who poured him a drink.
"Who knows, maybe even give you a hand? You're so obviously staring that I'm amazed the blondie over there doesn't have two burn marks on his ass."
Izaya cringed. "So what?"
"So~ It's not like you to sit and stare. The Izaya I know would be already..." Shinra looked at Kadota's grimace and shrugged. "Anyway, it's not like you to sit down and do nothing if you like the guy."
There was much truth in Shinra's words. Izaya certainly wasn't the type to give up easily, much less not to try at all; though as much as both Shinra and Kadota considered Izaya a friend, they both didn't really agree with his... methods.
Izaya rarely picked someone up because he actually liked them. Rarely meaning, in this case, never. All it took was hair in the right colour, interesting eyes or a good backstory to share... If Izaya fancied someone, he got them, body and soul. Not necessarily to have sex, of course. Sometimes he wooed a person for a whole night just for a kiss, a free drink and the fun of it. If the raven wanted to take things further, they spent a night together; and then, as surely as the sundawn, he would leave the person and look for another one.
Some would try to win him back. This usually provided Izaya all the more fun, even if it sometimes turned out bothersome. But he couldn't care less for any of the people he slept with, danced or kissed.
They were all just toys to get rid of his boredom, anyway.
"And didn't it come to you that I simply don't fancy him all that much?" Izaya gulped down his drink, handing Kadota the glass. He could do with one more, to temper his irritation. Shinra shrugged again.
"I'm just saying what I think. Well, I won't be bothering you guys anymore. Celty's waiting for me."
And with that, the doctor was gone, climbing up the stairs to a little apartment above the club. His father rented it to some girl he practically adopted, and Shinra was living there, too. He insisted they were together; though nobody actually saw the girl before, so who knows.
Kadota also decided not to bother Izaya anymore, going back to wiping the counter clean. The raven's eyes went back to the blonde on the dancefloor, his muscles a sight to behold, like always. He finished his drink and stood up, swinging his hips teasingly as he neared the man. Shinra was right; it wasn't like him to sit and do nothing.
Up close, the blonde was even more tempting. Taller than him, fit, moving with a cat-like grace. Izaya licked his lips and let out the most seducing purr he could muster.
"Hey, dance with me."
The honey eyes opened, and for a second, the blonde seemed confused; as if he was wondering if the raven was talking to him. Then, he slowly shook his head with an unreadable expression.
"Sorry, I dance alone."
Izaya didn't know if he's more angry that someone dared to refuse a dance with him, when so many practically begged for it... Or more delighted, since the blonde's voice was delicious...
Ah, shit.
…
Some time had passed, and Izaya found himself coming back to the club almost every day. During that time he picked up a couple of people, he even slept with some of them, but somehow, it was much less fun than it used to be. And every time he went to the club, he realised more and more clearly, that it weren't random pick-ups he was going there for.
The blonde enigma he found himself frustratingly interested in was less constant in coming to the club. He was usually there. Some days he would show up early, when they just opened, and stay until late. Some days he would come past midnight, throwing himself on the dancefloor as if he wanted to escape from something. And some days, he would not show up at all.
Izaya couldn't stop looking at him; couldn't stop thinking about him or trying to determine what the other was thinking. The blonde never danced with anyone. Rarely talked. Never drank. He acted as if he had a personal grudge against the world, and dancing was the only way to make it feel better.
Oh, the way he danced…
It felt like looking at a wild beast. Or a flame. The blonde's dancing was so… Passionate. Enticing. Izaya would kill to find out how this felt like; but, whenever he tried to ask him for a dance, and he did, continuously, the blonde would refuse. With the same words, without a trace of recognition, always.
Sorry, I dance alone.
Well, the only comfort was that he had said that to everybody who asked.
"Oh, just look at him, with that fucking fedora on, in that idiotic, white, almost transparent shirt, thinking he's Michael Jackson…" Izaya grumbled, resting his chin on the counter and glaring in the general direction of the blonde, who just finished a dance to "Dangerous". It was one of the club's theme-parties, and a theme for this one was indeed, Michael Jackson. Also, Izaya's grumbling didn't account for the fact he has been at the moment wearing an almost exact copy of the blonde's get up, with the only difference being the colour. Izaya has been wearing red shirt, black pants and black fedora with red ribbon. The blonde went into blacks-and-whites.
"Smooth Criminal" started to play, and Izaya groaned, looking at his drink. Finally, he got up, and gulped it in one go.
"The hell with it. I can dance, too."
The moment he got on the dancefloor, the dynamics of the club, that so far oscillated around the handsome blonde on one end of it, merged into a somewhat bipolar crowd. With every next falling note, and every move from either of them, people would skid to the edges. It was as if they felt that these two shared something, some link; and soon enough, there was a stretch of clear space between the blonde and Izaya himself. And at once, their eyes met.
They weren't dancing together. Not at all. If anything, their dance was a battle.
At first it seemed coincidental. The blonde did a certain move, and Izaya copied it, adding something on his own. But when he did another one, this time it was the blonde on the other side of the room who made him look pale in comparison. And it continued like this, until they were both panting, dancing their hearts out as if there was no tomorrow to come.
Izaya was too concentrated on every move of this peculiar battle to think much, but the one thought that graced his mind was…
Gods, it's almost like having sex. If not better.
Their shirts were damp, their breaths heavy after one, last, sharp note of Smooth Criminal sounded out, finishing the song. The people on the dancefloor stared, but Izaya didn't give a shit for any of them. All he knew was that the blonde's eyes, the colour of honey, were looking at him, and only at him, and burning. He almost shivered from the sheer power of that look.
"...nice dance." the blonde nodded at him, trying to even his breath. Izaya smirked instead of answering.
"You wanna see one more? Then dance with me."
He had no idea why he keept asking that, and even less so why he did at this very moment. This was perfect anyway, so why ruin the moment with the blonde's denial? But instead of saying no to him, like so many times before, the man in front of Izaya chuckled, running his fingers through his blonde hair.
"...you never give up, do you." he smiled. Izaya smirked even more. So he did notice him!
"No, not really."
"Very well…" the blonde bowed his head lightly, reaching his hand out for the raven, as the first notes of slow song started to play. "Let's dance."
We can do it nice and slow…
Sex o'clock, it's getting dark
And do all alone
So dim the lights, lock the door
Baby come on
Their first dance together started awkwardly, like a dance on a high school prom. Their hands were joined, but they didn't get any closer than this, moving anxiously, trying to read the other's movements. It lasted long enough for Izaya to feel disappointment; and then the blonde tugged at his hands, making him fall against his chest.
"If we're already dancing together, might as well do it right." he said, and Izaya gulped in anticipation.
'Cos I've waited for this moment
For so long
I don't want just anybody
Who wants to get it on
I don't think that I can
hold my feelings
Back no more
So baby, please stop
Ooh, it's getting hot
Girl, you better not
Why you always wanna tease me
Their dance was indeed slow, sensual. They were so close, their chests brushing against each other constantly. The blonde's strong arms circled Izaya's waist; he wasn't a dominant dance partner, as the raven at first assumed; he guided instead of forcing the moves on him.
Izaya felt as if he was high. The blonde's smell; the smell of cigarettes, mixed with something sweet and something spicy, it was driving him crazy. His strong arms, his hands, moving against his own skin, the flexing muscles just below the raven's fingers and that burning, piercing gaze of honey-like eyes…
I don't wanna waste no time
So bring your body close to mine
We can do it nice and slow
And easy
(I don't wanna waste)
I don't wanna waste no time
So baby, just let it all unwind
Girl, don't tease me
They turned, bodies still against each other, Izaya's back pressed to the blonde's chest. The other's hand slid down his chest, and their hips moved together sensually, and suddenly the raven blessed the dimmed lights of the club. When the blonde turned him back again, he wondered if, being so close, the other would notice… If he did, he didn't say anything though.
Well it's time
Let your mind
Blow the horn
Come a little closer baby
Don't be afraid
Let me show you the way to my love
Come on
Izaya's breath turned heavy, and not only from the dance. The blonde in front of him seemed to be mirroring it, his heart beating rapidly under the raven's hand. Izaya looked up, drowning in the gaze of these eyes, his own, crimson ones filled with hunger. His arms circled the other's neck as he brought himself even closer, only half-aware of their surroundings. The blonde didn't seem to mind, as his hands tightened their grip on Izaya's hips.
'Cos I need somebody
do love me all night long
I don't want just anybody
Who wants to get it on
(I don't wanna waste no time)
I don't think that I can
hold my feelings
Anymore
So baby, please stop
Ooh, it's getting hot
Girl you better not
Why you always wanna tease me
I don't wanna waste no time
(why you wanna tease)
Don't tease me
(No)
We can do it nice and slow
(I don't understand)
Why you wanna tease
(I don't understand)
Tease, tease me
I don't wanna waste no time
Why you wanna tease,
don't tease me
Girl, don't tease me
The song stopped gradually, and it took both of them some time to realise the music was gone. Tangled in their dance, Izaya didn't care for that, either. All he knew was that the handsome blonde guy was pressing him close, his strong hands probably leaving burn marks on the raven's hips, with all the heat they awakened in Izaya's body. His own hands somehow became entangled in the soft, blond hair; Izaya let out a shaky, careful breath. Just a bit more… Their lips were just a breath away. He raised on his toes, starting to close his eyes; everything was just perfect… He needed to wait his due for this, but it was…
And at this exact moment, the blonde seemed to remember himself and pull away from the raven. He straightened up, gently releasing himself from Izaya's arms, his eyes as unreadable as stone amber.
"I'm sorry… I have to go." the blonde enigma said quietly, bowing his head lightly at Izaya, a little smile on his face. "Thanks for the dance… I liked it, a lot."
And then he was gone, as if he was never there.
Izaya had every intention and urge to strangle him next time he sees the blonde.
Somewhere in the club, by the bar, Shinra leaned over the counter and gestured towards the raven with his chin. "It hit him hard, ne?" he murmured with a little smile. Kadota smiled back.
"Mhm… I never saw Izaya act like this. Do you think…?"
Shinra just shrugged with a little laugh. "With our friend, Kadota… I wouldn't try to guess."
"No… Probably not."