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Shizuo's POV

Sigh. I couldn't sleep last night. What the hell is wrong with him? Out of the blue he does something like that. Complete lunacy and totally incomprehensible!

"He's such an idiot."

Feet shuffled in my room, where I thought I was alone. The person tapped his heel as if waiting for a reaction.

I didn't need to think twice to know who it was.

"What do you want, flea?" I didn't even think of hiding my irritation.

"I'd ask you how you knew, but I already know that you know everything, Shizuo." Izaya stated matter-of-factly.

Except for this idiot's reason for yesterday that is.

"If I were to know everything, Izaya, would that make you nervous?" I looked him dead in the eye.

I can't see his expression, the darkness of the early sky made it hard.

He came closer and bent down so he was an inch from my face. "You wished you knew what I was thinking right now, weren't you?"

"I really hate you."

Silence.

He moved backwards and walked slowly to the left.

"Do you know what 'hate' means? I hardly think that even you, Shizuo, would know how to truly hate someone."

What should I say to that?

I looked down, trying to figure out what to say. He's like a puzzle with missing pieces. Such a question is completely self-explanatory.

Hate is…

"Ngn!"

I layed uncomfortably sprawled on the ground when Izaya jumped in the kiss. Fuck, for a thin guy he's pretty heavy. His tongue moved quickly and passionately. He is so good that I think that I'm…ngn…done for. I searched for grip above me and got hold of his neck. My fingers slid to his chin and I kissed him back vigorously.

We kissed and I felt hot. What was wrong with me? My lower part is throbbing.

Izaya moaned in the kiss and he parted, sitting up straight. The light coming from the window made Izaya look like an angel.

"Pfft." That thought made me snicker.

Izaya is no angel. He's quite the opposite, he's a little devi-

"Aah!" Izaya managed to rid me of my pants and was now gripping on me for dear life.

My face cringed in pain and my back arched at the action.

"Even Shizuo can make such a face…" He leaned closer to me, still gripping my member. "I love this expression the most, above all the others. Even more than your hateful expression. Promise me that no one else gets to see it or be the cause of it, except me." He whispered in a lustful voice.

He started to stroke my member and I moaned in sync. He smiled at me, breathing loudly too. I groped at the bulge in his pants and starting rubbing it.

He flinched and threw his head back with no emotion other than the pain he was experiencing. There were tears in his eyes and it made me even harder.

Ugh. I'm a sadist?

No. I'm just excited, seeing my Izaya wearing such an erotic expression.

I brought him down by gently pulling at his neck.

We both moaned in each other's ears. I unzipped his pants, freeing him from the tension. He let out a heavy groan. I could've sworn he almost came.

I supported myself on my elbow and leaned a bit up, whispering "Izaya…"