Skyscraper Incident
Ikebukuro was going along with it's usual antics; Mikado, Anri, and Masaomi were fresh out of classes and heading home, Simon was out reluctantly trying to get people to try Russian Sushi, and Shinra was giving Celty information on a job designated to her by the good ol' information broker. The sun began to settle down, the streetlights began to light up, the streets seemed to grow louder. And then there stood Shizuo; lighter and cigarette in hand, ready to make useful time out of his break. The Yellow Scarves were basking in their reign of terror, one that had been established a couple of days ago, and the recent slasher attacks on civilians had added more turmoil to the atmosphere that surrounded Ikebukuro. And yet, there he stood —leaning against a random cold building, calmly sucking on the last of his nicotine stick, swiftly pushing his left hand inside his pants pocket like nothing bad was happening.
"Ahahaha-hahahahaaa!" It's that damn broker.
Shizuo pushes himself off the building he was leaning against and faces the street. He looks to his left, then his right, focusing in on the crowd. Nothing. The son of a bitch must be haunting him. He hears it again, that stupid cackle that reluctantly flashes the image of the bastard in his head. There's no denying it now; Izaya's around and he's making a fool out of Shizuo.
Shizuo spins around angrily and tries to figure out the direction the noise came from, but again, he sees nothing. Nothing but gray buildings and bright lights. His heart is racing, his left hand in a fist ready to make contact with the wall parallel to him when he sees a few small rocks fall from the sky. He shoots his gaze upwards and sees him - -Izaya. His flailing arms were extended outwards away from his body while his feet lazily traced the edge of the building.
Without a moment to spare, Shizuo drops his now broken cigarette onto the pavement, runs inside the building, races up the stairs onto the skyscraper and places his trembling hand on the handle. It swung open with such force, it broke off the hinges and swirled in front of Shizuo. He clasped the unhinged part of the door with his right hand, his left still on the handle, and lets out the foulest "IIIZAAAYAAAAAA!" his lungs had ever professed. Izaya stopped, turned and let his arms fall to his sides all while still standing on the ledge. His eyes were fixed on Shizuo and the smirk on his face grew longer the closer the bartender got.
Shizuo's pace quickens as he effortlessly flings the door over his head when he sees Izaya draw back. Izaya's toes began drifting from the ledge leaving the soles of his shoes to be the only connection between him and the building. Shizuo's mouth dropped momentarily, easing the muscles in his face, forcing him to let out a quiet gasp while his hands freed themselves from the door. He jerked himself towards the falling Izaya and clenched at the sleeve of his coat. Without hesitation, Shizuo pulls Izaya back into the safe perimeters of the building.
"Wha - - What the hell were you doing, huh?" His hands pulling on the fabric over Izaya's chest. "Answer me!" Shizuo presses his forehead onto Izaya's. Seconds pass and there's still no answer. The grip on Izaya's clothes grows tighter.
"Hmph.." The smirk has turned to a full, devilish smile. "Don't tell me you were worried about me, Shizu-chan."
Embarrassed, Shizuo loosens his grip and pulls away from Izaya. "Ha," he replies, putting both of his hands in their designated pockets. "I wasn't worried. I couldn't let you die that way. I'm the one who—"
"- - whose supposed to kill me, right?" Izaya works to adjust his disheveled clothes and begins to take small steps toward Shizuo. "You know," he pauses. His head instantly cocks to the left, his arms bend at the elbow inclining his palms to lay horizontally. His eyes close before he continues, "I'm starting to believe you don't want to kill me anymore."
Silence.
Izaya slowly opens his right eye, places his hands on his waist and lets out a laugh.
Under his breath, Shizuo let's out an almost playful "Idiot".He secures the door back into his hands while Izaya basks in his sinister laughter and chugs it directly at him. Seconds before the door comes close to making contact with Izaya, he spins out of it's way, pulls his knife out of his pocket and lunges towards Shizuo.
The knife rips through the air diagonally, vertically, horizontally. Both bodies feverishly dance left to right, side by side. They're both getting tired, but refuse to stop. Slash,rip!,tear,pant.Repeat.
Izaya raises his knife above his head, jolts forward and drags it across Shizuo's chest. Bubbles of blood begin to appear randomly from the cut, decorating his body and shirt with different shades of red.
"You bastard!" Shizuo slaps the knife out of Izaya's hand and grabs it with his right hand as it flips in mid air. His left clutches onto Izaya's neck and choke slams him into the ground. Their legs fall in between one another's, their bodies and eyes perfectly aligned. Shizuo brings the knife to Izaya's lips and presses it against them.
The knife is stained with Shizuo's blood, but Izaya doesn't seem to care. Lick."Mmm." Shizuo's eyes quiver, his throat tightens, his teeth bite his lip. Lick,lick.
"You taste…so good."
Izaya props himself up enough from the ground to have his left hand act as support for his upper body. His right hand works it's way up the left side of Shizou's face. Shizuo's head drops, his gaze follows. The space between their bodies tightens as Izaya runs his fingers through Shizuo's blonde hair. The grip becomes painfully firm. He pushes forward, forcing Shizuo to loose his balance. The tables turn; Izaya's now the one on top.
"Just what the hell- -" Shizuo struggles.
"Now, now. Fighting this won't do you any good, Shizu-chan."
Izaya's hips thrust, slowly moving out and in, rubbing lightly on Shizuo's groin.
"Uh…." Shizuo's hips begin to move. His fingertips trace the crevices of Izaya's lower back. He rotates his lower body clockwise, stops, and then continues to push up and down.
"Shizu- -uh…."
Belts unbuckle. Pants graze past ankles. Izaya places his right hand on Shizuo's neck, slips his free hand under Shizuo's underpants and begins to caress what lies underneath.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Slowly. All while adding pressure to Shizuo's neck.
Uh--UNNPH…The soft moans escaping from their mouths grow louder.
The motion in Shizuo's pants increases. Their lips close in. Shizuo sticks a finger in Izaya's mouth. Suck.Kiss. Suck. Lick.The veins on Shizuo's neck and even some on his face begin to protrude. His heart is only moments away from bursting out of his chest.
"Shit…" Shizuo arches his trembling body, looks into the sky, and pulls on Izaya's shirt. He's almost there.
"Are you gonna come, Shizu-chan?" There's that damn smirk again.
"Ha!" Izaya strokes harder. Shiver."Ah - - aaah." Y-yes…" Gulp.
It stops.
"Ahahaha-hahahahaha!" Izaya belts out as he runs towards the edge of the building.
"H-hey!"
He spins, flashes Shizuo a smile and leaps.
"IIIZAAAAYYYYAAAAAAA!"