Izaya sighed as his mind was sent into bliss again. The roaming fingers trailed along his body, memorizing every curve, line, or tiniest bump with such delicacy so as not to break him. He moaned in soft approval as the equally roaming mouth trailed sloppy kisses from the crook of his neck down to one of his nipples. The expert tongue wrapped around the quickly hardening bud and gentle teeth nipped at it, making Izaya shudder with delight. One of the hands reached up and tweaked the other one, giving it much needed attention. The mouth on his body smirked, aware of the affects his ministrations. Izaya's body tasted wonderfully under him.

At first, he had been repulsed by his hunger, his need for the raven haired man. Over time, with the help of many an encouraging, erotic glance from Izaya and many curses from Shizuo's mouth, he was able to finally enjoy himself while he greedily devoured the pale, marked flesh under his lips. The hunger burning inside of him was hard to control, and the demon continued to torment him while Izaya squirmed under his every touch. What was left of his ever decreasing sanity was slowly slipping away, every day he succumbed to the hunger he lost another battle.

He secretly enjoyed it, he would imagine.

Izaya certainly didn't object.

Shizuo just craved more. His lips traveled downwards, nipping possessively the whole way. Izaya shifted, slightly uncomfortable. "Hey, watch it. I'm too delicate for big strong Shizu-chan~" He warned, keeping his normal confident air laced through his words, though a small hint of concern could be heard.

If Shizuo had heard him, he didn't pay attention. He continued going lower, down to where he knew Izaya was sweetest. His lingering kisses and nips trailed down to the hem of Izaya's pants. His teeth firmly grabbing the hemline, he tugged almost viciously. Izaya sprang up instantly from his carefree lounging position and whacked the protozoan on the head. "Hey!"

Shizuo obediently stopped his rampage against Izaya's clothes and looked up at the crimson eyes, with a blank stare, cloth still clenched tightly between his teeth, almost like a confused puppy staring at it's master. Izaya gave him an amused grin and patted the blonde's head.

"You haven't been the same ever since you got infected. Alas, you make a great, obedient pet now." he sighed dramatically, and Shizuo mumbled a moment before letting go of his pants and laying his head down in Izaya's lap. He hummed softly when the informant stroked his hair absentmindedly. "Still curious as to how you managed to resist the virus, at least partially." he sighed again.

Izaya looked out the balcony window and gave a triumphant grin, his hand trailing down to the gun he now kept by his side. Times had changed, and his flickblade wouldn't help him much nowadays.

Ikebukuro looked so lovely in flames and ruin, it really did.

The zombies, though... They were a bit troublesome. Luckily he had the strongest one in Ikebukuro under his command.

Oh how good it felt to be immune.

So, um. If you've read this far, I have to say thanks! :3 I hope you enjoyed the most random story plot I've ever come up with (ever since Yoda took Pikachu out of a microwave and chucked him into battle. :| That story will never make it onto this site xDD )

This will be continued, although I can't say it'll be in chronological order. You cannot order inspiration into something that makes sense, ne?

Ahh well~ I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you're willing to stick around to see what comes up next!