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Whiplash

Alleyways. The backs of bars. Classrooms where no one was looking. Classrooms where everyone was looking. Closets. Locker rooms. Movie theatres. Fitting rooms. Kitchens. Basements. Bathrooms. Bedrooms. Forests. Malls. Night clubs. Day clubs. Parking lots. Cars. Elevators. Trains. Airplanes.

You name it, I've probably fucked someone there.

My name is Izaya Orihara… and a variety of other names. Most say I've fucked my way up to the top, which is sort of true. I wouldn't have become the person I am today without those people. If there was one thing I'd have to thank the most, it would have to be my asshole.

I do have standards, contrary to popular belief. They have to be clean, rather handsome, usually dominant (depending on my mood), legal, unattainable, and experienced. Clean, for obvious reasons. Handsome because I am not afraid to admit I judge based on appearance. Distant, simply because I quite like what I have now.

I'm not looking for a partner now or in the near future. Honestly, I can't see myself with anyone. Period.

Which brings me to the perfect "mutual understanding" I have now: Shizuo Heiwajima…

...who is currently fucking me up against a large window of my loft.

My hands are bound behind my back, I am unable to cum no matter how much I want to due to the irritating cock ring. His left hand is pressing my face against the window, while his right supports my torso. It's something Shizuo loves to do, having complete control over the situation, but that doesn't stop my snarky mouth. It's my favourite thing to do, since the results are always so unpredictable with this man.

He's my favourite person to have sex with, mostly because I don't consider him a person at all. He barely says anything while we fuck and then leaves afterwards like nothing happened. It's like having sex is the same as having coffee. Which, by the way, is another place I've neglected to mention… Although Shizuo is a man of few words, he makes up for it with his actions.

"Harder," I moan against the cool glass, watching as my hot breath fogs up the window. "I can barely feel anything, Shizu-chan." I let out a small laugh. It seems I have successfully pissed him off, as I find myself on the floor not a second later.

With my hands still bound, I hit the floor rather roughly, though luckily I can't feel any broken bones. It's a nasty habit Shizuo has, breaking my bones by mistake while we fuck. I'm not exactly sure if he feels bad or not, but he does give me time to heal which is considerate of him… I suppose.

Shizuo leans above me, pressing his hand over my mouth. "Be grateful that I didn't gag you this time, Flea."

I lick the palm of Shizuo's hand, causing him to back away in anger. The moron doesn't realize that is my exact intention. "Oh, you're right, what would I do if you gagged me?" I fake a gasp. "No one would be able to save me from the mighty beast!" I let out a fit of giggles, feeling tears form at the corner of my eyes.

"As if anyone would want to save scum like you." With that, Shizuo raises me up by the back of my hair. I sit on my knees for support as he shoves his erect cock into my mouth. I look up at Shizuo from my spot, crimson eyes burning into his honey ones.

I let his dick slide against my tongue all the way towards the back of my throat. He starts ramming into my mouth, making it difficult for me to focus my concentration, let alone breathe.

With what energy I do have, I laugh, staring right into Shizuo's eyes. He seems to have the same determination I did. Why? It is simple, really: To see who will give up first. That appears to be our motivation for everything. Finally, Shizuo falls from my mouth, still not breaking eye contact.

"Says the man who's fucking me. Tell me, Shizu-chan, what does that make you?"

Shizuo doesn't even need to think about the answer. I guess he's been thinking about this a lot lately. He leans close to my ear, keeping a firm grip on the back of my raven-coloured hair. "A goddamn saviour. The more time you spend with me, the less time you fuck up other people's lives."