Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Rating: R
Prompt: Shizuo x Izaya
Shizuo fucking Izaya's brains out.
BUT.
Write it in the perspective of Shizuo.
To Tame a Flea
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Y'know, I never knew before why Erika-san would always be stickin' her nose into one of those BL mangas; thought that they were all trash, disgusting things that should have been burned up before they ever got the chance to see the light of day. Gross, y'know? Enough to make my hair stand on end.
I mean, I ain't some homophobe who'd try to beat the shit out of some gay dude just 'cause he liked cock instead of pussy-though, I suppose that if he owed Tom-san money, 'cause then that'd be a different story altogether… or if he managed to piss me off, too.
But that was before-me not understanding 'n' all that shit. I suppose that my original reaction was because I didn't really see the appeal in all that gay crap; I mean, I never really thought about it either way-guys or girls and sex-but the thought of a guy being with another guy was enough to make me cringe. Y'know? An instinctive reaction, I guess I'd say. Was I supposed to find images of some guy pounding into another guy hot? Was I supposed to get all hot by watching another guy's cock bob against his stomach while he got fucked hard enough that all he was capable of were these pitiful little mewls of pleasure? I mean, right there, you might as well cut off his dick and slap on a pair of tits 'cause he sure as well wasn't gonna put it to any good use.
…right?
Well, anyway, that's what I used to think. 's not that hard, in the end, to change an opinion with the right motivation; I'd always thought that, but never really had that theory put to the test-until I ended up in bed with the flea for the first time. Won't tell you how that happened, but all I gotta say is that I ain't never gonna let Shinra anywhere near open bottles of alcohol ever again. (Bastard.)
But there's something appealing about having the flea all sprawled out over my bed, legs long and lanky; usually I want nothing more than to break them so that he can't run the fuck away from me anymore while I throw whatever I can at his annoying face, but having them parted and him rubbing his hands over his thighs as he gives me that look… fuck. Still don't know if I'm torn between wanting to punch his face until that expression goes away or do something else to rip away the smugness.
Learned early on that fucking him hard into the mattress with his legs tossed over my shoulders was usually enough to distract him away from that damn self-satisfied expression. By that time, the flea was too busy begging me to fuck him harder, snarling at me when I wouldn't-'cause it's fun to be a bastard to him, still, and it doesn't matter what fucked-up relationship this now could be called-and there's something appealing in watching the flea writhe that none of Erika-san's BL could really capture. None of her crap can show just how blown the flea's pupils get the first time I thrust and push against his prostate, or the way that he tightens up and whines and… I dunno… keens? It's always this one specific sound that he makes that first time, and then he snarls and I like that 'cause it just means that this'll become yet another one of our fights.
He bites and scratches and I've lost count of the times that I've come away from the bed with my back raw and bloody from his fingernails; and, fuck, the coupla times that I wasn't paying attention and he was able to grab hold of his flickblade? Fucking pest with it and how he likes to slice me up. Still… wouldn't ever admit it aloud, but the danger that comes with fucking the flea, with him bringing his knife into play and the fighting as he tries to shove me off of him 'cause he doesn't like to be pinned-I've never gotten as hard for anyone else as hard as I've gotten for the damn flea.
And it doesn't matter that he doesn't like getting' pinned and he doesn't like losing the fight; I don't have scruples-but, then again, neither does he-and I don't have anything against using my strength to come out on top. I typically get even more cuts when the flea realizes that he's losing, but it's easy enough to distract him: he's soon enough grabbing onto the bedpost to brace himself because, otherwise, I'd be fucking him against the headboard. He's moaning my name, though, and it doesn't take long before that look comes into his eyes-he doesn't ever think that I notice, but I'm not stupid despite the fact that he calls me a protozoan-and he never says out loud, but always comes down I bite down on his collarbone when I finally come because he's mine.