He sits there, with a fur-lined jacket that doesn't belong to him draped over his shoulders.
He sits there and stares at his hands, his bloody hands, which are trembling. He clenches them into fists.
He sits there and then, with the body of one Izaya Orihara spread beside him, Shizuo Heiwajima looks up to the sky and cries.
"Shizu-channnn!~" A flamboyant and highly annoying voice rang out.
"That's not my name, you goddamn-" vending machines were uprooted and thrown. Izaya giggled and evaded them gracefully twirling about.
"Shizu-chan needs to improve his aim~" Izaya jumped through traffic, cars screeching to a halt as he went by.
"IIIZZZZAAAYAA...!" Shizuo picked up a moving van that was nearby and hurled it at the retreating figure.
To both their surprises, it hit.
"Ugh!" Izaya fell to the ground and rolled through several lanes of traffic, cars just barely missed him. The moving van smashed through a convenience store front. Shizuo continued to run, entirely consumed by rage.
"Fucking idiot!"
Izaya panted heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Then, all at once, he started to laugh. Hysterically.
"Hahahahaha- Shi-shizu-cha-gahahahah- can't believe you- gahahahaha- actually got me- hahahahahaha!"
Shizuo felt something snap.
"Shut your fucking mouth!"
"Hahaha- can't- too- hahahaha- hilarious!"
"I said shut it!" Shizuo punched the other man just above the stomach. He heard a rib crack.
"Ahaha- haha-!" Izaya continued to laugh like a madman.
Punch. Punch. Punch.
He sits there and looks at the man sprawled on the hard concrete floor. They are in an alleyway and, like every other alleyway in this city, they are safe from discovery...if only because he will disembody any gangster or schoolchild that pokes their head in.
He sits there and looks away from the body now, because it hurts to look. He does not understand why it hurts to look, but when he sees the pool of blood and semen in between the man's thighs, he almost cries again.
He sits there and stares at Izaya Orihara, the man he killed and raped.
"Fucking piece of shit needs to fucking learn to shut up," Shizuo growled.
Sounds of skin slapping against skin, sounds of harsh breathing.
Shizuo slowly thrust in and out of the limp body below him. "Can't fucking talk now, can you? Can you flea!?"
There was no reply.
"That's how it should be." Continued thrusts, continued pleasure surging through his body.
Shizuo roughly turned Izaya over and onto his back.
"I'd like to be able to see your face when I fuck you."
Izaya's face was bloody and scratched, but unmoving. His lifeless eyes staring off to the side as his body continued to be pounded. More blood dripping out of his slightly opened mouth with each thrust.
"I'd like to see you enjoy it, coming everywhere like a slut."
There was no response. Shizuo flattened his body against Izaya's and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to come inside you."
And he did.
He sits there, against the wall of one of the two buildings that line the alley.
He sits there with a corpse beside him and feels like he is the less alive of the two.
He sits there, and, silently, he grips the jacket of Izaya Orihara more tightly around his neck.
"Haa... haa..."
Shizuo came down from his orgasm slowly, still thrusting shallowly into Izaya.
"You liked it, didn't you? Little bitch."
Silence.
Shizuo ran his fingers through dark hair and yanked.
"Come on, say something."
Silence.
"Speechless, Flea?"
Silence.
Shizuo screamed, "FUCKING TALK TO ME DAMN IT!"
He sits there, without anyone answering him and he cries.