The Consequences of Losing A Bet

By DarkGiggle

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, don't sue! Warning: Drabble.

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Muffled frightened gasps…

Clashing, raging sounds of battle…

Wailing, horror filled screams…

The loud wet rip of flesh being torn to bloody gory shreds…

…And still Shizuo won't let anything pass his sealed lips.

Every thing about him was tense, from his fingers digging into the back of the seat in front of him to his toes in his shoes burrowing into the dirty linoleum floor.

The hands gripping his naked hips let go and began to wander. Stroking around his waist, under his shirt to caress his sides, trekking further into his clothes to seek their prize. He nearly squeaked when the talented fingers found his perk teats and started to play with them.

Then, without warning Izaya launched forward into him again. He bit his tongue to keep from adding even one noise to the dark crowded movie theater.

As his mind commenced to fall apart under the informant's harsh thrusts, which were suspiciously in time with the film, he swore to rethink taking on bets with this apparently very kinky bastard. Oh! That was the good spot! …Once they finished that is.

He felt the smaller male lean towards him then drape over his back, returning to a lazy pace. Or at least maybe think of something so he wouldn't loose so often. God he hoped Izaya had blacked mailed the movie ushers before they started. He knew he would die of embarrassment if he had a flashlight spotlight on him while he picked up his pants from around his knees.

Suddenly teeth sank into his shoulder and a low guttural moan escaped him before he could stop it. It clashed with the silent dramatic pause the movie just freaking had to have right then! KUSO! Now he really hoped the damn flea had at least bribed them!

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Author's note: Izuo rules.