Sweat drops slowly made their ways down the pale forehead to the slightly red cheeks, the raven colored hair sticking to the slightly wet forehead. His lips were lightly parted, letting soft moans escape from the back of his throat. His thin legs were held up by a tight grip on the thighs by his small hands. His naked and pale body was filled with almost invisible sweat and he was moving with the thrusts into him.

The small bed under him rocked and made a squeaking sound from every time the hard member was forced deep inside him, making his soft moans go a level up, louder. His crimson red eyes drifted closed and his brows furrowed slightly. The pleasure was just too much, the rock hard member hitting every sensitive spot inside him.

"Ah... Shi-zu... ah... -chan...~!"

Izaya arched his back, his own naked chest lightly touching the blonde's above him. He threw his head back, letting the soft moans continue to burst out between his parted lips. His pale face was covered with a light blush and sweat drops found their ways down to the chin.

It was probably the sexiest thing Shizuo had ever seen and he couldn't take his eyes off the informant. The soft moans escaping the man's mouth made him slowly reach his limits. His own moans were low and deep, his thrusts into the raven hard, firm and having a fast pace, which only made them feel harder. He knew it wouldn't take much more before he had to be sent over the edge. The tightness in the flea was just... perfect.

"Izaya..."

Shizuo shot his mocha like eyes open in a split second. He didn't move for several long moments, just kept staring up at the ceiling high above him, trying to figure out what the hell he just dreamed. The scene with the moaning informant continued to play in his head, like a record that's stuck and keeps playing the same thing over and over again. And it annoyed the hell out of him.

He slowly pulled himself up in a sitting position, turning his gaze down to the covers, that slowly found their way down to his now slightly crossed legs on the small bed. Letting his one hand go through his bleached blonde hair, he let his eyes quickly move around the still dark bedroom, just to make sure that the flea wasn't in there and that it all just really was a dream. When he found himself alone and had made sure no one was in there, he sighed in relief.

Rubbing his mocha like eyes just for a shirt second he finally pulled the covers away from him, revealing his bare legs and white boxers, which was the only thing he was wearing. But the second he looked down again, he couldn't help but swear to himself. He didn't notice it before now, didn't even feel it, but he was hard as rock and the bulge in the white boxers showed it perfectly. He was just grateful for being alone and not with someone.

Shizuo stared down at the rock hard bulge for several long moments. How could a single dream make him this hard? And even a dream about the man he hated the most and rather wanted dead than anything else. The same question continued to repeat itself inside his head: Why the hell would he dream about fucking the damn flea, that always made him nothing but pissed?

Not being able to find an answer, he finally got out and off the bed. He had to go to work in a few hours anyway and there was no reason to go back to sleep, if he was just going to have the same dream again. That was the last thing he wanted. And now he had to get rid of this... hardness he had.

After several very long minutes of not knowing what to do, he moved away and up from the bed, letting his bare feet touch the hard floor. He wanted to kill himself the second he looked down and laid eyes on the bulge in his white boxers. This was just not happening to him. How was he ever going to look at the damn flea normally after that fucking dream?

Letting a deep sigh pass his just slightly closed lips, he decided it was best to go to the bathroom to get rid of this thing and then just go to work like nothing happened. It was the best way... right?

Three too long hours passed and Shizuo was finally on his way to meet up with the debt collector of the city. After an hour or so he had gotten rid of the hardness in the white boxers and had gotten his mind off the dream he had. He wasn't going to think about it. He just wanted a calm and normal day. But he had a feeling that just wasn't going to happen. When was it ever going in the way he wanted anyway? Something always came up and turned his day around – turned it to the worse.

He let a hand go up in the cold air to greet the debt collector just a bit away from him. "Hey, Tom," he said with a slight nod the second he had approached the man. Maybe just working would get him to forget all about what had happened in the middle of the night, make him forget about the dream that had made him unable to sleep a second more.

Tanaka Tom quickly turned his attention to the tall man next to him instead of looking at the people walking around on the street, passing by him. "Yo, Shizuo," he greeted back with the same casual smile spread across his face he always had. But it faded slowly as he noticed the tired look on the bodyguard's face, the bags under the man's eyes showing how little he had been sleeping.

"Had a bad night?" he asked, turning to face the blonde completely instead of standing with his side to him. He couldn't and wouldn't deal with a tired bodyguard. He knew the man well enough to know, that when he was too tired he would get pissed way too easily, making Tom's work even harder to do than usual.

Shizuo grumbled something incoherently and let his one hand go through his bleached blonde hair. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of his damn dream, or rather; nightmare. Well, the second last. The last thing he wanted was for the flea to come. It would be best if that damn informant just stayed away and out of Ikebukuro forever. Of course, it wouldn't happen. Nothing ever happened the way the blonde wanted. Not when that flea was involved.

A slight nod was all he gave the debt collector as an answer. And that was when his whole damn day turned around, turned to the worse and to the last thing he wanted at the moment.

He could almost hear the wide Cheshire cat like grin curl up on the pale face, making crimson red eyes narrow. The image of the smirk and the upcoming insulting line made his tired expression get replaced by the angered one. The smell, the stank to be correct, filled around him, a stank he only knew as the informant's. Knowing exactly who it was behind him, he slowly turned his head to let his now narrowed mocha like eyes lock on the raven haired man.

"'Morning, Shizu-chan~" was the opening line from the raven haired informant, only known as Orihara Izaya. The wide Cheshire cat like smirk was spread across his face, making his crimson red eyes narrow – just like the blonde had imagined it would.

Just as Shizuo was about to turn around to start yet another one of those endless fights with his enemy, his mind began playing his nightmare inside his head. The picture of the moaning, sweating and naked informant filled his head in a split second, the soft moans in his head making it impossible not to at least blush a little. A slight red color slowly appeared on his cheeks even though he tried his hardest to push it away.

Without saying anything for several very long and somehow quite awkward moments, he just stared at the raven, his mind making him unable to focus on his hate towards this man. What the hell was wrong with him? It was only one damn dream! It just shouldn't make him feel different.

He let a long and quite aggressive growl pass his tightly clenched teeth, showing just how pissed off he was. Of course, this day was only going to be worse and worse. He didn't say anything, not even to his boss who just stood there and waiting for the usual battle between those two. But nothing happened. Instead of beginning the usual fight about life and death, Shizuo turned...

...and he ran – ran away without knowing where he was heading.


A/N: Future chapters will get longer. Please leave a review~! ;3