(A/N) Okay I'm gonna try and address all of the comments that were added to the last chapter in order of which they were received. Imma address the smut requests at the end. Let's go:
Sasuki-yuu, I am so sorry I don't speak Spanish, however Google Translate and my understanding of French have told be that you appreciate the fic very much and would like smut, so thank you for your support. It means so much to me. (ʃƪ˘･ᴗ･˘)
MestradeFaces, °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ ° Thanks a bunch. I'm glad you like it.
Blackfallstar9, haha you get to find out exactly how Izaya feels about Ursus in this chapter and boy howdy. థ౪థ I also hope you're prepared form more shitty fucking puns because oh my sweet hell, you're gonna get a lot of them. ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)Thank you so much for your support. I can only hope to receive more of it as this arc begins and continues.
Izaya4ever, I can't believe that you jumped aboard the hero train after the fic was completed, and still proceeded to comment on every chapter. (ω) I was actually having a pretty difficult day at school then, but every few hours my email would ping a new review from you and that made it exponentially more bearable; and for that I thank you.
pichu10176: Let's see if I can answer all of your questions. I've always felt that Simon tends to have an intuitive sense with these kinds of things. Especially given his special-ops background, I was sure he'd seen plenty of newbies after their first kill, keeping their head ducked and looking a little yellow in the face just like Izaya, and he made the connection given the news report. I'm actually glad that you asked this question, cause I don't think I ever really explained that. Okay about the Shizuo thing, that's a bit of a given spoiler, but that's because I've always seen their relationship as a bit of misconstrued passion, and if these babies would just talk about it, it would be fixed. Maybe he thought Izaya wouldn't make it, and felt a little bad. Maybe he thought Izaya would be alone. Who's to say? All I know is that he chickened out of being at his bedside once he actually saw Izaya- asleep or not. His childhood with Shinra and the suicidal tendencies mentioned in previous chapters is gonna be brought up in a pretty fucked up way so you better hold onto your seat the closer Izaya gets to his family. While Izaya is trying to find out Ursus' identity, it's now a personal goal rather than what Shiki is doing. He has a plan to handle Shiki, however he is taking action toward that rather than finding out how to eradicate Ursus. He was desperate for a reason that's gonna come up soon, and Izaya's gonna make fun of him for it, so there's that, plus he wanted to talk to him, and that was the conversation at the end of the arc. Alright I think that's it. If you have any more questions, then be sure to drop me a line and I'll do my best to answer them without spoiling anything. (*v*)
Alright. One page later let's get on with the fic. I'm gonna start separating my author's notes and my actual fic with a horizontal line, so don't worry about that. There is smut in the chapter. It's at the end. Have fun!
"Itzal, that is not any better!" Ursus yells, lifting the car over in front of his body like a shield against the barrage of bullets.
Bank robberies were a little juvenile in Izaya's eyes, but this was better than just twiddling his thumbs with Ursus.
Izaya tosses the severed arm between his left and right hand like a game of hot potato, there's blood and some muscle tissue dripping out of the stump, cut just above the elbow. He laughs at Ursus, obviously having a hard time controlling the car from the continued series of hits through his 'shield.'
"Oh come on," Izaya yells, waiting for the other robbers to attack him, "He looked like he wanted to loan us… a hand!"
"Now is not the time for your shitty puns, Itzal!"
Ursus takes a few steps forward, dragging the car against the asphalt with him. Izaya drops the severed limb in his hands and shoves his elbow behind him, nailing the approaching menace in the stomach just below the ribs. Then he flips the offender over his shoulder and rams a pike through his thigh, taking special precautions not to flat out remove the limb like his buddy that's bleeding to death over there.
If that's what kill him, well, at least it wasn't Izaya.
They've been doing this for a while now- Ursus and him. It's been about three months. They've become rather close to one another and Izaya would even go so far as to call him a friend at this point. Izaya knows that Ursus has a younger sibling. He think's it's a little brother, but he isn't so sure. Helectric seems a bit annoyed at Izaya's inclusion.
He couldn't care less.
She's just as rude and stuck up as any bottle blonde would be, and Izaya doesn't care for her much. Ursus keeps trying to make them friends, pushing them into situations together where they need to work together to cause the least amount of casualties, similar to Shinra with himself and Shizuo. It's incredibly annoying. They seem to have a mutual understanding that they hated each other but would both choke it down to win Ursus' favor. Izaya suspects that there may be a more than platonic emotion between the two of them, but Ursus is either too dumb to notice or, preferably, he knows she's in love with him and is discreetly avoiding it. It makes another direct connection to the two, Ursus and himself- just he had a cute girl throwing herself at him and Izaya was stuck with a married man willing to go behind his loving wife's back just to fuck him.
The worst part of it is that Izaya allowed Shiki's advances. He has no idea how to grasp the concept that he missed the wife. He thought he knew everything about Shiki, but he missed that he was married. Thankfully he found out before leaving with him to Europe, but that doesn't mean it didn't leave an ugly laceration on his young heart. He was seventeen. He had his whole life ahead of him, and he's prepares to throw it all away for Shiki.
For love.
How tedious.
In any sense, Izaya should just forget it and accept the business casual relationship between Shiki and himself. It seems that Shiki had.
Ursus wraps a hand around a lamp post and yanks it from the ground. He shoves his arm through the car's undercarriage and picks it up. He swings the post like an actual sword, and Izaya is brought back to that metaphor of him being a knight. Izaya tosses a couple more villains in a pile on the other side of the street, then there's the screech of the getaway car's tires and Izaya takes off after it. He summons a wave to shoot into the engine and relatively disconnect it entirely. The car skids in a circle before slowing to a stop, and the drivers bolt from the vehicle. Izaya catches them, easy enough, slamming them into the shooters about to nail Ursus. It's a party of unconscious people and Izaya is proud to be the host. He's probably covered in much more blood than Ursus would like, but hey- beggars can't be choosers, right?
Izaya picks up the severed hand before floating over to his friend, who fell to his knees to catch his breath since he was no longer under attack. Izaya holds it out to him knowing full well that the pale dead flesh would look like the white ice of his own skin, so when Ursus absentmindedly takes hold of it, Izaya drops it, the arm hitting the ground with a dull thud. Ursus lets out the most undignified screech and launches to the top of the tips over car, curling his arms and one of his legs away from the offending limb.
"What the fuck?!" Ursus barks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Izaya is too busy cackling on the ground to respond.
Ursus drops to the concrete beside Izaya and kicks him weakly in his torso, causing the laughing to stop abruptly. He picks up the arm with his foot then kicks it toward the pile of bodies. Once Izaya has composed himself, he notifies the police from a disposable phone. Izaya has started to stockpile these, and taking them with him while out with Ursus. He keeps about fifteen at a time, holding them in the shadow realm for use as needed.
The police force absolutely hates Itzal, and Izaya couldn't care less. Maybe not absolute hate, it's more of a dubious negligence. They let Itzal fight, but they told Ursus while he was meeting with Shintaro Ishihara, the mayor of Tokyo, that if he wants to keep the police from actively pursuing him and Itzal, then the murders needs to stop. And Izaya just loves to dance across those boundaries.
Izaya figures that Mr. Ishihara prefers that the only murderer be Itzal. After all, the ratio of criminals to whacked-out heros is rather preferable. However, raw amputations aren't technically murder and if they die from blood loss that isn't exactly Izaya's fault.
He smashes the phone with a pike mid-fall and leaves it, bouncing back to Ursus.
"I need a shower," Ursus growls, still rubbing his hand on his suit.
"It wasn't that bad, you big baby, my god."
Ursus rips his head into Izaya's direction, "It's a severed arm. You can't just take people's limbs off like that, Itzal."
Izaya stick his hands up defensively, "If they would stop trying to kill me, I'd stop trying to indirectly kill them."
"So you admit," Ursus growls, "To trying to kill them!"
Izaya shrugs, "Makes it easier."
Ursus makes a motion like he wants to punch Izaya in the face before turning his back and sighing. He rubs his hands underneath his goggles exasperatedly before tugging them back onto his face.
"Okay, look." He sticks his hands on his hips, "I need to be to work early tomorrow and I'm sure you have a job outside of being a homicidal freak-"
Izaya rolls his eyes.
"Can you stay here until the police show up?"
Izaya contemplates telling him no. The sun is starting to rise and his head is pounding, but there's so much pleading in his voice that Izaya can't help but nod.
Ursus almost collapses with relief, after having to fight Izaya on everything in these past few months, so to have him be so complacent is really a dream come true. He turns around and takes off, waving to Izaya once he's just barely in his line of sight.
It's ironic really. Izaya is normally the one to leave. He sits on the door of the car and tries to tune out the crying from the pile of people behind him. He never realized how obnoxious they all really are. He's starting to avoid them, deciding that Ursus is better company to him then all of these people in Tokyo. Of the humans Izaya associates with, Shinra is by far the most preferable, as he always has been. Now Izaya tends to third wheel it up when they have the occasional brunch, Izaya being too tired with the whole superhero thing to be awake before eleven anyway.
He talked to Kyohei- actually talked to him -for the first time in a few years. Apparently they were a lot more okay than Izaya perceived. He was incredibly relieved, but still. It appeared to Izaya that his Dotachin saw Izaya as rather dispensable, which was more insulting than he wanted to let on. Izaya believed that back in highschool, Izaya had been very close to Kyohei. Izaya was terrible at history and Kyohei was even worse in math, so the two went in tandem with one another, cheating and cramming for test into the late hours of the evening. Around junior year, Izaya served as a starter piece to sexual experimentation, but this time with Kadota. That was more odd, and while, like Shinra, he and Kyohei had agreed there was no love between them, but Kyohei tended to treat Izaya like he was an object when they would sleep together. He was nothing but harsh tugs and claiming bites on a piece of meat he had no intentions of claiming. After all, that's all Izaya was to him.
However, when the two weren't having sex, it was a complete one-eighty. Kyohei became Dotachin, and looked at Izaya with a friendly kindness that clashed violently to the cruelty in his eyes when they fucked. He would do those friendly type things, like pat Izaya's head to praise him, and wake him up if he happened to sleep in class. He would share his snacks with Izaya and allow Izaya to cling to him like Kyohei was his boyfriend. There never would be, of course, as Izaya couldn't fall in love with someone who could toss him aside so easily.
He feels like he knew. He knew that he was replaceable to Kyohei, but he had never had it stare him so blankly in the face as when he went to apologize. And to be honest, Izaya wasn't even sure what he was apologizing for. Kyohei and his friends have been affected by Izaya's plans, however that was more of a trickle down effect than direct inclusion. He had apologized anyway, however, saying he was sorry he had allowed them to drift so far apart. Dotachin had brushed it off, claiming that he had "barely noticed." It was something Izaya would say, and therefore, hurt much more than he thought it would. It was something he would say to Saki. He decided he should check up on her soon.
Conveniently, that meant they were having dinner later today. They actually dated. It was possibly Izaya's only romantic relationship in high school. Infact, the two had never even come close to sleeping together. She kissed him once outside of the main gates at Raira, but aside from hand holding and the off handed hug, that was about it. He wondered how Masaomi had been treating her. He misses her.
Maybe not.
He misses the purity their relationship held. It was so innocent and clean, that in all honesty, Izaya regrets losing her to Masaomi.
Police sirens screech through the chilly air. Given the plummeting temperatures of winter, the city was substantially less active. It was part of what made Christmas so nice, at least in Izaya's eyes.
Oh god, he's gonna have to go to dinner with his parents next week. Maybe Christmas wasn't so nice after all.
Officer Kuzuhara flashes his headlight at the bottom of the car Izaya is sitting on.
"God damn heroes," he spits the word as if it was poison in his mouth, "You're no better than the criminals you're killing."
Izaya doesn't talk to police officers, too worried about the teasing whine in his voice to come out during the discussion. He signs to them instead.
"None of them were dead when we were done."
Kinnosuke snorts, pulling his stupid ascot over his mouth to block the cold. "You know that none of us have any idea what the hell you're saying when you do that."
Izaya rolls his eyes.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're that damn headless rider."
Izaya immediately clenches and unclenches his fists. There was no reason that this measly cop should be pulling his personal vendeta with Celty into how he deals with Izaya. There's one EMT that knows sign language. She's a sweet girl. Izaya doesn't know her name, but she is always more than willing to play translator. So when the ambulance pulls into the alcove of the bank's parking lot, She practically sprints to Izaya and Kinnosuke.
"Hi," She pants, "What did I miss."
"I can't be the headless rider. I have a dick." Izaya signs to her, and he almost laughs at the bright red blush that dusts her face.
She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times trying to find a coherent thought to respond with.
"I-I… I-is the headless rider not a m-male?" She stuttered indignantly.
"They don't have a penis," Izaya signs smiling like a cat under his suit.
He never really considered asking for Celty's pronouns, so he figured "they" was the safest bet. This poor sweet girl was going to have a conniption over Izaya's lewd comments, and he felt a little bad about it actually.
"A-a-alright um…" She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, counting back from ten. Then she turns back to the police officer. "He is not the headless rider."
"So what? You're just some punk in a spandex suit?"
Izaya nods, and blows a kiss to the EMT before taking off straight up, allowing the moon to cast his silhouette onto the officers and ambulances below him before pulling their shadows to cloud around him in the same bubble he enclosed that boy, Hisato, and his mother, and poofing away with an ear shattering smack.
He appeared back in his apartment, willing off his shoes to an entirely black outfit of lazy day shorts and an oversized t-shirt. And he flops on his bed, his mind swimming with thoughts of Ursus. Ursus had become his default thought process, rather than his job, or anything else. Izaya found himself constantly drifting back to him.
God… he was something else entirely. He was so bold and bright that he stood out in the sea of grey relationships. He was exciting and dangerous. He was stunning and so much nicer than Izaya had expected. He was kind and sweet and so, so painfully loyal. And those muscles were more than lean. A few nights ago, when he picked Izaya up bridal style to carry him away from the scene, it took everything Izaya had to not pop a boner right then and there. But now that he was alone, there was no harm in letting his mind wander.
His back hits his bed with a dull thud, his left hand immediately swinging to the small compartment in between his mattress and his bed frame. He's gotten to know the sex toy fairly well, given that these late night masturbation sessions have become a regular thing. Izaya shoves a hand into the hem of his basketball shorts and wraps his fingers around the base of his quickly hardening dick. He gives it a few harsh tugs, hissing under his breath.
This is all fine and good, however he wanted to come, not draw this out. Ripping his shirt off and pulling his shorts to his ankles, Izaya reaches for the lube tucked in the same section as the dildo. He pours a rather generous amount and coats the sex toy. The head is smooth and sleek. Spiraling ridges carve into the shaft itself with the base being a nice flat surface perfect for sticking to walls or just as a handle. At the moment, it's the latter. Once it's slicked up nicely, Izaya uses his wet hand to give himself a few good pumps while he lines up the toy. The blunt head is always the hardest to get in, but Izaya manages to push it. His body should be used to the intrusion by now. Izaya squeezes his eyes shut, his inner masochist absolutely screaming in delight at the stretch. He tugs it out to the tip just as quickly and shoves it back in.
It burns with that same violent fire that Ursus emanates during confrontation. Ghost hands wrap firmly around his hips, and Izaya is sure he can smell the cinnamon spiced vanilla of Ursus' chest. It's easy to picture him when he opens his eyes- compact muscles under tight skin the same golden color as that hard jawline. That perfect jawline that connects to that thick neck… and it's not like those tights leave much up to the imagination. He's thick, even flaccid, so that makes it even easier for Izaya to let his fantasy run wild.
He wants to know everything about Ursus. He sounds like distant thunder, the vibrations of his growl yanking a shiver down his spine and making his hand falter with the toy, tossing his head back onto the pillow with a gasp. He thinks about the way he says Itzal and mentally he turns that to Izaya and he picks up the pace- imagining the harsh thrust of Ursus' hips meeting his own.
He's moaning now, thrusting his hips down on the toy and up into his fist. Ursus' name is spilling from his lips like a mantra. He can't even think of any shame he would feel if his friend saw him like this. It feels too good, and there's too much longing desire for him to care. Izaya wants him- he needs him. He wants Ursus on every physical platform and the second he thinks he'll taste the same as the sickeningly sweet scent he emanates, Izaya comes, gyrating his hips to ram the sex toy into his prostate while he screams Ursus' name to his empty apartment.
Everything is white, the pure intensity of the heat blinding his muscles as tugs the toy out with an audible pop. He retrieves his shirt from earlier and wipes the come off his bare chest, exhaustion already tugging at his muscles. Damn that refractory period. If not for that twenty minute break, Izaya would go again, but it's closer to six than four, so Izaya wipes off the toy and tosses it back into the side of his bed along with the lube. He tosses the soiled shirt into the laundry basket tucked beside his door and pulls his shorts back up. Izaya pulls the blanket over his body and closes his eyes- lying to himself that he doesn't want to feel those strong arms pull him into a warm chest as he lulls to sleep.
(A/N) And there we have my first attempt at smut since the ninth grade. And holy fuck did I improve. If you all thought that was okay I would be happy to write more.
I sketched out their suits, but I'm definitely not the best artist. However if you wanna see em anyway, I'll be sure to drop a link here somewhere. 0u0. Also follow me (actually-the-devil) and my beta (wolfpoots) on tumblr! If you're embarrassed about posting a review, you can send me an ask and tell me what you think.
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