Chapter 2

Shizuo was showering in someone else's bathroom, maybe for the first time in his life, and it just felt odd. The shampoo, the showering gel, and the soup; it all smelled like Izaya. The whole situation was just crazy to him. If he was really doing this, he wasn't thinking straight. But, in some dreadful way, he felt excited, then repulsed by his own feelings, than horrified as the fact was – he didn't really mind fucking Izaya. And, he just didn't know what was happening to him. It all felt like some peace of dream, something taken away from the movie, book, or even some wretched TV novella.

The water was falling on his shoulders. Was he really doing this? Fuck. What if he hurts the shitty flee? How does it even work between men? Ok, he knew that one. Just shove it up the ass. Right? Fuck. Wouldn't that hurt? And how does one enjoy that? There were million questions inside his head, and the longer he thought about what was he going to do when he entered Izaya's room, the more awkward it all felt. The only thing of which he was certain was that he wouldn't want to hurt Izaya. Not like this; not when he was helping him. Then, again, why would he help him? Certainly not out of the goodness of his heart. It was the flee he was talking about. There was still that blank check thing that Izaya asked for. What would he even want, and what was worth of letting your enemy penetrate you? Shit. He was in there for at least 15 minutes now, and there was no point in dragging this thing out.

With that thought he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in one of white fluffy towels that were neatly arranged on the shelf. There wasn't any point in dressing him self up, so he just opened the bathroom door and went in the direction of Izaya's room.

The door was opened and if this whole situation wasn't odd enough, what he sow made the things even odder. Izaya was waiting in his bad, just like he said that he would. However, he was naked and spread along the black sheets like he was waiting to be devoured. There was something in his eyes, a sign of mischief, he was sure of that; but there was something more, something alluring, something that looked like a fire, want, but that wasn't it, it was also something absurdly innocent, something that was calling for him. Shizuo wanted to say something, to make the whole situation less awkward, less tense, but the words lost their meaning with one look of Izaya's bared legs, open like they were inviting him in. Izaya's dick was already hard, and he had one of his hands wrapped around it. The two fingers of the other were deep inside his ass.

Shizuo could feel his heart rate going up together with something else that created the budge inside the towel. He didn't need to look down to understand that he was just as much painfully hard as Izaya was. He slowly went more towards the bad, and after few steps he slowly unwrapped the towel that soon found its place on the floor, completely forgotten. Even though he tried to convince him self that this was something that he didn't want, he was well aware that it was a lie. The naked body in front him was an entity that he desired more than anything else in his life, and even if it belonged to Izaya, it didn't change a thing. It only was more desirable because of it.

The Information broker was in more or less the same situation. However, he was well aware that he wanted Shizuo from the moment that he first saw him. Even if he couldn't put the name tag on what he felt, the emotion has always been there. It was an emotion that was often painful; something that resembled the mix of unimaginable desire to posses and the need to belong. He wanted Shizuo to think only of him, to see only him, to be monster just for him. But it was never just platonic; the whole emotion was laced with something that was perverted and sexual. The need to have Shizuo inside him both in his body and in his soul wasn't new to Izaya. Nevertheless, it was only yesterday that he decided that there wasn't a point in waiting anymore. If he wanted something, he alone needed to take it, to make it his.

For Izaya, Shizuo was very attractive man, human or the beast, it didn't really matter, as long as his heart was trembling together, hand in hand, with his body in the name of the desire. One look at Shizuo's naked form that was coming towards him was enough for Izaya to know that even if he didn't get alive out of this, he still wasn't regretting it.

The kiss came painfully slow. Shizuo's lips touched another with the slightest contact, as trying to decide whether or not they were poisons. Then, the tongue started to lick the edge of his mouth. Izaya was standing still, not taking a breath. After all, it was his first kiss. But the feeling of another's lips on his own and the hidden desire to taste the tongue that was circling and wetting everything in the process, were what made him to do the same. He licked Shizuo's mouth connecting their tongues and deepened the kiss, by pushing inside.

The taste was strong, a bit bitter, and smelled like cigarettes, but it was Shizuo's and the informant wanted to never stop doing what he was doing now, even if it meant never taking another breath. However, it ended too soon leaving the both of them still and just looking at each other's eyes. The silence around them wasn't demanding, it was natural, and even desired. Nether of them wanted to spoil the moment with words that weren't needed, as they both felt how much special this whole act was. It was more than a kiss, more than a simple link between mouths. It was the connection between two souls; between fate and the destiny.

Shizuo's heart was beating even faster, as he started to plant kisses along Izaya's jaw, neck and chest. He went even more down, leaving the trail of wetness on Izaya's skin. As his teeth scratched the hip, a loud moan was heard. It was a sound that made him shiver with want. He wanted to hear it more. He needed more of Izaya's voice, more of Izaya. So, he moved even lower, only few inches away from the hard dick that was leaking with excitement. The hot breaths were sending electricity to the body beneath him. The smell he could feel was the same one that he felt million times when he was chasing Izaya around, but now it was stronger, more vivid. It made his dick even more hard.

So, he put a gentle lick on the tip, collecting the pearl that formed on it. He then started to move his mouth alongside the vain. He was licking the entire length from bolls to the tip. He did this few times, and after every lick Izaya's voice was more loud. Shizuo continued by putting the dick inside his mouth. He slowly sucked and tasted what was Izaya's essence. The cock constantly leaked and Shizuo was sure that his own wasn't any better.

Skinny arms found its place in blond hair, but soon, wanting more, Shizuo pulled away and positioned himself between Izaya's legs. The glowing of red light that beautify reflected inside Izaya's eyes, his opened mouth, and the flushed face, were all asking for intrusion. It was more than clear that what started as a "game" to Izaya, and a "sacrifice" to Shizuo was so much more. Not only that both of them wanted this badly, but they needed at as well. It wasn't wild, uncontrolled desire that led them to search each others eyes but something more pure; something that they didn't understood yet; something that was hidden in the deepest depths of their souls.

A gentle push was all that was needed in order for Shizuo to be buried inside Izaya. He could feel the softness and the heat radiating around his dick. He desired to look down; to see where their bodies were connected, but he still didn't want to separate the invisible thread that banded their eyes. So, he just pulled a little bit and pushed again. He slowly moved in and out still looking in the redness that became his whole world. Shizuo pushed harder but still slow, like it was all just a seductive dance that they played.

Izaya breathed loudly. The sweet was forming on his face and on his lower back. The feeling of being penetrated by someone was painful, and yet pleasurable; it was hot, and couldn't be described as anything but the flaming knife entering him. He felt fuller with every push that Shizuo gave him, and he has never seen his enemy looking at him with this kind of look before. It was a mix of desire, want, pleasure and something more that Izaya couldn't name.

There was a smile on Shizuo face and his eyes sparked in a way that only stars could. Behind them he could see his entire soul, and he knew that what he felt for this man was nothing other than the love itself.

Shizou's pace grew faster and even more fierce. He was pushing more inside, deeper, more intense; he was becoming one with Izaya. The bubble started to build inside him, to grow, to expend even more than ever before. So, he grabbed Izaya's dick in his hand and started to jerk in time with his thrusts. While doing so, he was still looking deep inside his enemy's eyes. After hearing out one particularly loud moan that looked like a scream, and sensing Izaya contracting around him, he filled another's body with his essence.

They came at the same time while looking inside each other's souls. So, they both knew that this wasn't fucking, that this wasn't sex. It was painfully clear what it was; but still, nether of them said a word. Shizuo pulled out and rearranged their bodies so that he could feel Izaya's back on his chest. He put one of his arms around his waist and simply held him there. The seconds turned into minutes and in a complete silence the sleep overtook them.