Chapter 1
"God damn! Nothing is working." The sexually frustrated Izaya slammed his laptop shut, two hours of touching himself to various pornographic medias and nothing. It just simply wasn't getting him off. He zipped up his pants, hiding his erection. He never was found of his sexual urges, he hated how 'human' it made him. Sure, it felt good but he couldn't understand the huge fuss humans made over it; The brunette assumed it was because he wasn't in love with the women and sometimes men he would sleep with.
He rolled his swivel chair to the window, looking down at the city below. At this rate he had two options: Go out and try to get laid or give up and go to sleep. Izaya decided to try his hand at picking up a girl, which was extremely easy being the manipulative person he was. He could always tell people just what they wanted to hear to get them doing what he wanted.
Grabbing his coat and slipping on his shoes he slipped out the front door and down to the street. Since it was so late on a Saturday night he figured the best option was to hit up a bar and see what young nightlife was prowling around, horny as he was, looking for something to screw. It didn't take long for him to reach his destination from his penthouse, now he just had to pick from one of the many occupied bars around. Choosing one of the more crowded ones, he stepped inside, pushing himself to one of the farther walls so he could people watch. Looked like this bar was mostly collage kids.
"Good, easy pickings." Izaya thought to himself, zoning in on a young wavy haired brunette in a tight fitting button up and shorts with black stockings. She held herself in a manner that told Izaya she was self-conscious, anxious and this was her first time at a bar. Her friend had an arm around her, coaxing her in with a wide smile. Skimpy red dress, slightly too small, breasts nearly popping out of them and bleach blonde hair with blonde roots; this girl was clearly a feisty one, happy to get around and meet the different boys. He weighed his options and picked the shy girl before putting on the façade of a boy who was nervous around girls and crowds, only just getting enough confidence to mingle.
He waited until the girls were settled in again, the blonde fighting off guys while trying to coax her friend into getting a drink. He walked up with an ever so slightly timid manner about him, directing his speech towards the dark haired girl.
"I-um-excuse me. I notic-"
''Bug off! We are not interested in your cock right now!'' The blonde instantly sparked up, confronting Izaya.
He threw up his hands in defense shaking his head nervously.
"Who-what. No, it's not like that. I'm-I'm just new to this whole bar thing, I just turned 21 one and I noticed you were around my age and maybe we -I- that we could make this less awkward." He lied.
The brunette lit up and turn to him with a gentle smile.
"You are? Oh, I thought I was alone in here." She patted the bar stool next to her for Izaya to sit down at. Meanwhile the blonde, clearly not very intelligent, clapped her hands together excitedly.
"See 10 minutes in and you've already made a friend! I'll let you two chat it out." She said, already disappearing into the crowd.
Izaya watched her leave and returned his glance to the girl next to him, maintaining his boyish façade.
"She's…confident." He said laughing nervously.
"Oh, yeah. Haha… She is really just trying to help but it gets… uncomfortable." There was a small moment of awkward silence before someone spoke again.
"I'm Maci and you are?"
" ! Yeah, I'm Anthony. Nice to meet you." He reached out his hand to shake hers.
She looked at his hands, noticing the two rings on his index fingers.
"What are the rings for? Fashion taste?" She attempted to make conversation.
"Oh, these. These, well, they were my father's wedding rings. They passed away a few years ago in a fire are their job." He continued to lie.
"Father's!? Oh, that's tragic. I'm so sorry, but… It's cool that you had two fathers." She tried to cheer him up with sympathetic enthusiasm.
"It's cool I suppose, I never really paid too much attention to my parent's gender. I mostly just, lived day to day with them."
"Were they not good to you?"
"Oh no they were alright, other-then arguments here and there they were good dads.''
''Well, I'm glad."
"What about your parents?"
The tall blonde stomped along the sidewalk of the city, heading home from the last job of the day with Tom. He wasn't far from his apartment so he decided it wouldn't hurt him to walk, on top of that he was feeling a bit hungry so he figured he might pick something up on the way home. The night was warm but the crisp scent of fall being on its way was in the air. Soon the stores would be changing they decorations for Halloween and Christmas. Shizuo's pleasant walk however was ruined by the remnant scent of a person he found rather unsavory. His lip turned up into a scowl and his brow furrowed.
"Izaya." He growled lowly, following the scent to a bar right around the corner. "What havoc are you causing in there now, I-za-yah." He said over pronouncing his enemy's name before stepping inside. Shizuo instantly pen pointed Izaya in the crowd, sitting at the bar with a pretty brunette, just chatting it up. They looked like they were having fun talking to each other actually.
Pffft, as if anyone enjoys conversing with Izaya. He is up to something.
"I-ZAYA-KUN! The hell I say about coming into Ikebukuro!?" He yelled into the crowd, the bar instantly going silent and the whole crowd turning to look at the intimidating man standing before them. He stepped forward slowly, walking up to Izaya.
"Figures, out of all the places to pick for you to pull your trickery, you pick the exact bar I use to work. Who would have thought." He said leaning down to be eye level with Izaya, whose face was now clearly aggravated. Not even a smirk.
Fucking figures, the brute just had to come in now. This was going too, just another hour and I'd have had her in the bathroom with her pants down. Fuck!
Izaya laid his drink on the bar, shrugging his shoulders.
"Whoops. You caught me Shizu-chan. Came here purposely to ruin your bar and your night. Not like I have a life of my own." He mocked, however what he said was true.
"Oh shut up, I don't want to hear it! When are you not trying to ruin my night, my day, my life!? As if I'd care about your life, fucking bastard!" Shizuo made a grab for Izaya's collar, but he ducked out of reach and dashed to the door, giving a little wave as he slipped out.
"Oh no you don't! Get back here!" Shizuo went after Izaya in a sprint, grabbing the nearest large object (which happened to be a street light) as he chased him.
Izaya was far ahead of Shizuo but suddenly a wave of intensity hit him. "What the?" He felt a heat rise up inside him, specifically between his legs.
Shit no! Not now? Why by this, damn, I'm really fucking horny! Damn brute.
The friction of his jeans and belt rubbing against his well-hidden erection, caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot through him, as it had rubbed just the right place. His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment and pleasure. He nearly buckled over, pretending the problem was his stomach and not his penis.
The area they were in was fortunately not to crowded so few people paid any attention, but this perfectly timed obstacle made Shizuo easily catch up to him.
"You're so dea- The hell is wrong with you? Don't tell me you're that out of shape? Heh, makes it so much easier for me to catch and kill you!" He yelled at the buckled over Raven.
"Listen, I am really not in the mood for this right now!" Izaya yelled back, in a tone unfamiliar to both of them. Shizuo was taken aback. Izaya seemed really off at the moment, something was seriously wrong with him and Shizuo's curiosity got the best of him. He dropped his guard, planting the street like back on the ground as he spoke,
"I know this is not what I'd usually ask you genuinely but what is wrong with you, seriously? Do need a doctor?" He really looked concerning, clutching his lower torso, face flushed pink, hand over his mouth. He looked as if he were about to vomit.
"If you need help I can stop this for a moment, I'm not going to kill you while you're sick." Shizuo raised a confused brow, even stepping forward a bit and reaching out even.
This was so embarrassing; this is not how Izaya had ever wanted Shizuo to see him. God, he was such a mess and if he didn't get off soon it would be a serious problem. His eyes darted around, trying to think of what he could do, what the quickest way out was. Then he noticed the shadow of a 6 foot 1 blonde brute standing above him.
Fuck, Shizu-chan.
His eyes widened as a light bulb went off I his head.
Fuck Shizu-chan. That's it!
He couldn't believe he was stooping this low, but at this point he was so desperate he would do anything. Izaya reached up bracing himself on Shizuo so he could lean into his ear to whisper to him.
"Listen, I've got a little problem, one I'm not too fond of, even less fond of it then I am of you and I'd like to fix it as soon as possible."
"Huh? The hell you talking abo-"
"I'll make a deal with you," He cut Shizuo off "I'll take you anywhere you want to go to eat, buy you anything you want to eat. The amount and price, not a problem. On one condition, you take me home and fuck the shit out of me until I cum. How about that?"
Shizuo stepped back, shocked, disgusted and confused, not sure what to say.
"What the fuck!? I know you like to fuck with me but this is taking it to a whole new level." He glared down at Izaya, making eye contact with him longer then intended.
He isn't joking. He actually wants me to have sex with him? Is that what… Oh god.
Izaya stared back up at Shizuo, waiting for a reply, but also enjoying the distress plastered on his face. He expected to get his face beat in at any moment but to his pleasant surprise Shizuo relaxed, helping to prop Izaya up.
"Sure, I'll do it, but I want to eat first." There was a part in Shizuo, now knowing what was wrong with Izaya, that wanted to torture him, watch him squirm uncomfortably for once. Of course his reply was rewarded with a scowl from the raven.
Yes, that's it. I'm in control for once.
The way he saw it, having sex with Izaya would mean he got to have his revenge, making Izaya suffer, watching as he fulfilled his own human desire before fucking the thin brunette relentlessly. He had hardly ever been able to catch Izaya, the flea was to fast but now he was literally welcoming him to come in and completely destroy him.
"So where are you going to take me? I'm in the mood for something sweet." The ex-bartender smirked as he spoke, folding his arms and taking a stance to say "I'm the alpha."
Izaya nervously looked around, not much was here that fit Shizuo's request so he would have to travel out of his way to take him somewhere.
Figures that he would pick something that isn't in the area. Damn, I really hate him.
"Sweet… Then let's go to that Café and Bakery in Asakusabashi."
"It's 22:09, I'm pretty sure it's closed." Izaya shot him a glare, "You're not going to find anything like that open right now. Let's just go to a restaurant that is open right now and order their desserts."
Shizuo shrugged, pushing Izaya along to get him walking. There was a very expensive, 5-star restaurant around here that would have several over-priced desserts that Shizuo would happily gobble down, racking up the price on the bill that Izaya would have to pay.
If he wanted to get through this, Izaya would have to find something else to concentrate on so he would notice the problem he was fighting down below. If he hadn't sent so much time ignoring his bodies needs simply because of his superiority complex over humanity, then this wouldn't be a problem right now.
Shizuo walked the two of them into the restaurant, requesting a table and a dessert menu.
"Do you have a reservation?" The man at the front desk asked, giving the two a snobby look, eyeing them up and down disapprovingly. Shizuo was not having any of it.
The brute began to step forward, hands clutching the marble counter, crushing it between his fingers as he got ready to throw it. However, to both of their surprise the manager had come out and began to usher them both to a table. While the blonde brute was throwing his usual fit, Izaya had been observing the situation. Turns out the manager was aware of who Shizuo was and wanted to avoid problems.
They were seated at a table in the far back of the resurant, in this almost private room. Honestly, Izaya couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that just being a dim witted monster could get you special treatment simply because no one wanted to deal with you. Shizuo looked up from his menu at the cackling raven.
"What's your problem? You're the one paying for this so I don't see what's so funny." He grit his teeth, frustrated slamming down the menu asking for one of every dessert from the terrified waitress. Once she hurried off to get them he turned back to his 'date'.
He had a tear in his eye, ether from his discomfort or from laughing, he cheeks were still flushed pink and he held a hand over his mouth to cover his grin that was still obvious. For some reason, Shizuo liked this look on him, somehow he looked… cute.
He coughed into his hand, clearing his throat nervously.
Cute!? What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I finding Izaya cute?
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. This wasn't supposed to be a positive moment for Izaya and he needed to fix that.
"It's not my fault that people finding you to be such a monster is so hilarious." Izaya wiped the tear out of the corner of his mouth and took a sip from the glass of water that was set there for him. Perhaps eating something would help him to get his mind off his current issue. He scrolled through the menu with his finger, picking a soup with a French name. Hopefully Shizuo wouldn't make him lose his
appetite.
The waitress returned carrying a tray with 5 different desserts: a decorative dark chocolate fudge cake, with white fudge drizzled on it and the plate, a chocolate cookie with checkered patterned icing was sticking out of the corner, a small bowl of fresh crème brule with several strawberries adorning the side of the bowl and the top of the dessert, A rice budding sitting a pool of raspberry and dark chocolate crème with a mint leaf and a black berry resting on top, a long plate of dolcinis in four different flavors and a chocolate sphere cut in two, both sides filled with a crème, on in white and one in brown, with various decorative toppings, the bowls sitting in a pool of a white crème.
Shizuo's mouth was watering, a glint in his eyes like that of a child as the waitress set down the desserts in front of them. She bowed and nervously asked if there was anything that she could get them and Izaya took that moment to get the soup he wanted for himself, apologizing for the "horrid man he was stuck with."
Izaya's taught was not acknowledged by Shizuo nor the waitress. ''How disappointing" He thought to himself while he watched Shizuo stuff his face with the dolcinis, which only took him two bites each.
"Tch, you don't even know how to savor your food. Chew."
"I am chewing." Shizuo mumbled through a mouth full, rewarding him with a disgusted face from the dark haired man at the table across from him. He just scoffed and continued to eat, watching as the waitress set down a white soup in front of Izaya.
Although they were both stuffing their faces, which was lending to the awkward silence burdening the both of them, Shizuo felt this wasn't strenuous enough for Izaya, so it was time for him to step up the game. The blonde kicked off his shoe under the table, bringing a socked foot up to the raven's crouch, his toe digging into his jeans right along the erect member expertly hidden beneath. In shocked response he jolted, bumping the table causing some of his soup to spill out and land on his lap. He gasped in pain as the hot soup burned his already tender skin, Shizuo's foot pulling back in reaction to the steaming liquid falling onto him as well. Brown eyes glared up through ebony bangs, a sour grimace of pain painted on his face.
"Real cute, Shizu-chan. " Izaya growled, picking up the extra fork from his silverware set and tossing it as a dagger at Shizuo, who dodged just perfectly so that it didn't hit him.
"Excuse me, I was just trying help out your… situation." Shizuo stuffed another bite of cake in his mouth.
"If you really wanted to help you'd hurry up and eat so we can go back to my place and fuck."
Shizuo simply rolled his eyes and continued to eat, slower and slower, taking his time and glaring into the crimson eyes of the suffering informant as he did so. A toothy grin made him seem as if he was innocent in all this but they both knew he wasn't. Izaya patted at his pants with the napkin trying to clean it up as much as possible. Fortunately for him, he always wore black so a stain wouldn't be noticeable once it dried; That didn't change how aggravating and painful the event was. His cock still pulsating from that small moment of friction and from pain of being burned. Ass the raven tried to clean off the soup on his pants, it only caused more friction, resulting in a few soft moans that caught the attention of the ex-bartender.
Izaya's moans were actually cute, his brain mentally undressing him, imagining the positions he would throw him into, how rough he would take him. How would he moan then? He wanted to hear more, see more and do more. His body began to grow impatient with himself, his own arousal surfacing. Shizuo started scarfing down the sweets, Izaya giving him a questioning look.
"Hurry up and finish your soup." Shizuo directed to Izaya.
"I've lost all of my appetite." He said getting up and zipping up his jacket to hid the embarrassing spill spot that would only direct attention to the very spot he wanted to ignore.
"I'm going to go pay the bill." Izaya slipped out of the semi-private room to go find the waitress.
Shizuo couldn't help but chuckle when he left.
So Izaya, you really are more human then you let on.
''That was the most frustrating dinner of his life.'' The informant thought as they exited the up class restaurant. All he wanted was to get to his apartment and finish the night off with several earth shattering orgasms and fall asleep satisfied. Of course not before throwing a half dressed Shizuo out in his boxers. However, that wasn't the plan in Shizuo's book, as he took a chance to stop everywhere he could.
"Hey, check out the display in this store window. It's pretty interesting huh, Izaya?"
"I'm going to sit and smoke for a minute."
"Oh, I didn't notice the light had changed to walk. I'll walk on the next one."
"I'm still hungry, wait up. I'm buying a churro from this food truck."
"Let's go eat these in the park. It's pretty empty so you want have any people to watch. Too bad."
Izaya wanted to scream, there was no reason other than being spiteful for Shizuo to be procrastinating. This was fascinating to him, observing the things Shizuo would do just to waste time, getting his calm subtle revenge on the informant. This revenge that actually bothered him, actually hurt him, made him squirm. If Shizuo was getting any satisfaction out of it, he wasn't showing it. His face was calm and so were his mannerisms, despite attempts to make him angry. Nothing was working and it got under Izaya's skin.
Shizuo was winning this time. Shizuo. Was. Winning.
Izaya grit his teeth in discomfort, reaching the point where he no longer cared about their deal, no longer cared about the money he spent, no longer cared about how long he wanted for Shizuo to be the one to gratify him, he just need release. He couldn't sit there in the silent park, looking up at the night sky while sitting on a park bench next to a brute playing passive while he munched on the last bites of his stupid churro.
Despite how he felt inside, he kept his mask plastered on his face, pretending he wasn't extremely bothered by Shizuo's neglect.
"Well, this was fun but I really better be getting home. I'm not interested in people who can't keep their promises to me." Izaya got up and began to leave only to have a monstrous hand grab his left arm and pull him back down, this time not onto the bench but onto the lap of a particular blonde. His arms wrapping around the informant's waist, his head nuzzling against his back. Gentle lips kissed the back of his neck; it felt nice to his skin that ached for attention.
"See, I would take you home to screw you but…" Shizuo set his chin on Izaya's right shoulder, smiling blissfully with his eyes closed. "I don't fuck on the first date."