Title: Bright

Rating: MA for sexual content

Pairing: Delic x Roppi

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters!

His words were as smooth as silk, his smile like a thousand kisses from the sun. Words slipped passed his lips, always managing to dig into the eighteen year old's skin. The words would make his cheeks become the shade as those bright eyes of the blond's. His name would escape those soft lips, giving him a feeling of ecstasy, as if he were at the top of the world. Each time his cheek would be touched…

The misanthrope recoiled as usual, his eyes becoming narrowed crimson slits, "Stop-"

"Ah, still not ready, hm~?" the twenty-two year old let out a soft hum, "Oh but that's alright, I'm a rather patient man, I could wait forever if that's what you asked of me. But you know, eventually you will give into temptation. Perhaps not now, but very soon, it's possible." Fluorescent orbs disappeared behind his eyelids. "I even saw you hesitate this time so it's very possible that maybe tonigh-"

"I'm not sleeping with you," was the reply the playboy received. It was true though, even just now Hachimenroppi Orihara almost fell for the older's antics. Almost. Roppi felt weak in his knees as he leaned away from the DJ on the white couch. Why was he even here to begin with? In this horridly colored home.

Bright… Much too bright.

He felt a hand on his thigh earning a shiver from him. "Delic wai-" he began to protest before feeling those wonderfully soft lips on his own. At first his eyes widened, but slowly he melted into the kiss that felt very… hot.

"Don't resist me…" came the husky whisper against his ear. "Don't pull away… I need you Roppi…"

"Once we have sex, you'll just toss me to the side."

"And what makes you so sure of that?" Delic gently tipped Roppi's chin up with one hand while the other moved him closer. "Do you think me such a horrible person that I would actually just toss you aside after I'm satisfied? You wound me, Roppi-kun, as if I would ever toss someone as beautiful as yourself in the dirt like nothing! You should know better than that." Lips met again, a soft moan escaping the smaller of the two. A hand clenched onto the pink pinstriped shirt that seemed to match the blond so well. "I only belong to one man, Roppi, and that would be you. Don't you have any faith in me at all, or do you just think the worst of me?"

"I think of the worst for everyone, what would make you so special?" Those words made Delic slide back. He gave a soft sigh as he leaned into the white sofa. "You'll use me up and I'll be stuck with the thoughts of you forever invading my mind. I'm not perfect, I'm not great I'm just-"

"Fine the way you are," he interrupted, standing up. He glanced over at the clock. "It's getting quite late, so perhaps it's time for me to go to work anyway. You're welcome to stay here while I work, though I won't be home until say… Three? If you end up getting tired, you can use my room as a place to sleep. I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

Slowly, Roppi nodded in response. "Thank you… Delic for not pushing me."

"I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. It's not as fun that way, now is it. I would rather you enjoy your first time."

"... Right. Still though-"

Delic moved away from the misanthrope and fixed the button up shirt. He slid the tie around his neck and then grabbed his white jacket from the coat rack. "Don't miss me too much, Roppop~!"

"I'll try to contain myself."

Love. What a needless emotion to feel. The misanthrope didn't need it. No, not one bit… Yet… What was this that he felt for that blond male? It wasn't hatred like how he felt for all of the other humans. It was something… Bittersweet. Why bitter? Because that was how he felt towards everything in life. Everything left a bitter taste in his mouth, and not just from the coffee he drank, nor the food he would eat.

The sweet part was because of the man named Delic. The taste of his lips… Every time he felt them on his own, a rush of emotions filled him, making him feel strange. Needed. He didn't like it one bit.

Or perhaps he was just denying himself of the fact that he really did feel something for that idiot playboy. Something akin to infatuation. Something that was rather hard to swallow.

Either way, he would never be able to admit defeat. They would continue dancing the dance they had since they first met. Roppi wasn't sure what sort of dance it was. Of course, it was fast paced, exhilerating. It was a dance that he had a hard time keeping up with.

He had thought of just ending it in the past just to be able to catch his breath, but he wasn't willing to give up the only human that he could actually stand to be around for longer than a few seconds.

"What is wrong with me…"

"You know you're kind of cute for someone who doesn't even smile."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, I won't let you touch me."

"Ah that's fine, just being able to see your beauty up close is enough for me. After all, how often in my lifetime am I going to be able to be close to a real life angel?"

The words that were spoken that day reached Roppi. They consumed him, making him think of only those words. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but after that day, he looked forward to seeing the blond again. He had asked around, most people denying of even hearing of such a man. That's when he ended up asking his cousin for help, though he really didn't want to.

"Is Pi-chan in love~?"

"No, it's not like that at all… I just… It doesn't matter, do you have the information or not, Izaya?"

"I do, the man you are looking for's name is Heiwajima Delic. He's a DJ. That club near Sunshine 60? Psychedelic Dreams is what I believe it is called. He works there. Happy hunting for your Prince Charming Roppi-kun~."

"...Piss off."

His Prince Charming, huh? Delic was no prince…

How many months now? How many months had they dated? How many months since that first kiss? How many weeks had Roppi stayed at his apartment just to make sure Delic was his and his alone?

How much longer until Roppi gave up his virginity?

"Stupid playboy…" he muttered, ending up moving to the bedroom.

Delic was too bright.