Izaya yawned covering his mouth with the sleeve of his trademark jacket. It was almost midnight and he'd just finished another uselessly easy job for one of his humans. Though this human was starting to irk him with his insistence on having their meetings very late at night. He'd only accepted because Shiki knew him and wouldn't allow him to refuse. He'd decided to get it over with since he doubted one more sleepless night would hurt him, he was already on his third.
Today had also been the day of Shinra's little party which he could gladly avoid. He wasn't too excited by the prospect of getting drunk and letting slip some information he'd rather keep secret or do something he'd regret. That plus dealing with Shinra's constant nattering about every little thing Celty, his beloved, did. He already knew what had happened throughout their life together since he'd known them for about as long and he didn't fancy wasting his precious time listening to it all over again.
There was the chance of running into his protozoan, Shizuo and he'd usually skip at the smallest chance but not today. He was sleep deprived and didn't fancy his chances of escaping unharmed from him while his senses and reactions were dulled.
He rubbed at one of his eyes feeling the need for sleep catch up to him the longer he stayed still. Izaya Orihara was anything but stupid and standing still, alone and unguarded while seeming unarmed in an alley in Ikebukuro was just asking to be attacked. This wasn't a big deal to him as several of his humans still couldn't match him, sleep deprived or not. They were easy prey compared to Shizu-chan and his inhuman strength and near indestructability that even surpassed being run down by trucks.
Izaya had seen this first hand being the one who drove said truck into him. He himself was completely different than Shizu-chan, not a monster yet still not human. He counted himself as a God. The puppeteer to his humans with all of them moving according to his whims, depending on which strings he pulled where. The opposite side of the spectrum compared to Shizuo. Where he was smart and cunning, Shizuo was stupid and instinctual. This sheer instinct had made him Izaya's favourite toy, knowing that he would never follow the predictions made him entertaining no matter how many times he 'played' with him.
He sighed, pulling his coat around himself as he felt the night air cooling a breeze beginning to stir. What was he even doing? He thought, almost laughing at the insanity of his situation. He was standing in an alley, alone and spaced out, lost in his own thoughts, basically asking for trouble. Well at least Shizuo would be at home asleep by now. He flinched, tensing as he heard footsteps nearby. His curiosity peaked, he couldn't quite decide whether to stay or leave.
Seconds later, his choice was made for him. It was Shizuo. Shizuo Heiwajima had come into view. The faint blush on his cheeks and the disjointed movements he made gave off the impression that he'd gotten drunk. Drunk! He almost laughed at the novelty of the idea. The monster defeated by alcohol but he found it dying in his throat as a knot of apprehension caught in his gut. Not that he was scared, he did not get scared. He was just unsure whether he'd made the right choice in remaining still. An encounter with Shizuo on a normal day was easy enough but while he himself was groggy that was another matter. The 'fortissimo' of Ikebukuro being drunk was a new occurrence and Izaya had no information to help with his predictions. It was hard enough to predict his actions normally without added problems but Izaya would not back down from a fight, especially one with Shizuo. He licked his lips, adjusting his stance to his customary one from which he could either attack or flee with the spin of a heel. He watched Shizuo come closer without comment, his eyes strangely calm. Izaya tilted his head to the side, slightly thrown by his odd behaviour.
"Shizu-chan?" He queried, noticing movement from the direction Shizuo entered the alley from. He let his gaze and attention wander knowing he'd get nothing from Shizuo yet. Erika was slightly out of breath as she pulled out a video recorder. What a fujoshi like her was doing following Shizuo around with a video recorder, he had no idea until he saw an arm in his line of vision, feeling hot breath tainted with alcohol and strawberry milk caressing his ear. Shizuo had successfully invaded his personal space and Erika was filming it all, if the light on the gadget was anything to go by. However, Shizuo was more important at the moment, Erika could wait.
"Eh? Shizu-chan, you do know Erika is watching and recording us. What you're doing right now can be misinterpreted by her sick little mind, you know~" He cooed knowing Shizuo hated when he did. He was hoping to get a coherent answer or reaction from him; if not at least he would be given enough time to grab his knife from his pocket. The cold metal reassuring him as it had proved its usefulness plenty of times in close combat. As he drew it out, Shizuo began to move.
Izaya watched dumbstruck as Shizuo easily covered the space between them, bringing their lips together before a fan girl shriek snapped him out of his shock induced state and he raised his blade. Drunken Shizuo however seemed more in-tune with his surroundings and before the blade could hit home, he'd grabbed both Izaya's wrists, tightening his grip so Izaya lost his own. He winced into the kiss as he heard his knife meet the unsanitary floor of the alley while Erika's squealing only got louder. Seriously, her scream would only ruin her tape, He thought before chiding himself; he had to deal with the matter at hand first. Shizuo and this kiss, which he wasn't particularly resisting. His first kiss. Izaya turned his head to the side, away from the kiss and away from Erika, no way was he going to give her a chance to get a close up of his face on her tape, hopefully the allay was dark enough to obscure it anyway. A small growl of annoyance bubbled in Shizuo's throat as his grip tightened forcing Izaya's arms above his head so both wrists could be grabbed in one hand. He could only flinch slightly as resisting against Shizuo's strength would no doubt result in broken arms or wrists and neither would make his job any easier. To an informer in this high-tech century, his arms were needed to access the internet and gather information quickly. Izaya was annoyed at being controlled, always preferring the role of puppeteer to puppet but this was far from over, he just needed to get free, hurt Shizuo then steal that video and either kill or torture Erika into silence.
He was snapped from his schemes as Shizuo's vice grip claimed his chin and the blonde covered the distance between their bodies simultaneously. Izaya was now pressed flush against him, feeling Shizuo's body through his thin clothes and the blonde's bartender outfit, while pressed against something more shocking beneath the belt. He almost doubted what his senses told him. Was Shizuo, who always threatened to kill him, really hard? He left those thoughts alone as Shizuo jerked his head back into the blonde's direction. Erika resumed her squeals as their lips met for the second time that night, more forcibly this time. Drunken Shizuo did not like resistance, Izaya mused. A tongue on his lips snapped him back to himself before teeth nipped his bottom lip forcing an involuntary gasp from him and giving Shizuo the access he desired. His arms were tugged slightly and Izaya had to stand on tiptoe so they didn't leave their sockets while the tongue invaded his mouth, pushing into his own and slipping past it.
Izaya shivered as he felt Shizuo press against him, the hand restraining his head travelling down to his chest. He bit Shizuo's tongue with all his strength, feeling the other scowl and kiss him harder ignoring the tang of blood and forcing his thoughts into disarray. Another shiver, not so much in disgust as before and Izaya felt the heat rise inside himself, feeling himself shiver in pleasure as Shizuo's fingers slid over his nipples, down his chest and under his shirt leaving hot trails in its wake. Resistance forgotten, Izaya leant into the kiss, ignoring the burn of his wrists and his feet due to his awkward position, trying to deepen the kiss as he reciprocated Shizuo's need and passion. He was finding it difficult as his mind kept telling him he'd forgotten something very important. A gentle caress on his stomach pushed the thought away as Izaya heard a moan escape his throat, feeling the blush hit his cheeks seconds after. Shizuo pulled away slightly and Izaya found himself gasping for breath he'd forgotten he'd needed.
"Hm~ Shizu-chan?" He panted feeling Shizuo's breath at his ear as he gently kissed it, pushing his body closer still. "Shizu-chan?" Izaya shivered, hardly even feeling the urge to resist as pleasure numbed his brain's capabilities. Shizuo licked his shoulder chuckling at the reaction it caused then nipped at Izaya's collarbone eliciting another moan from him, this one louder as he began to squirm. Izaya couldn't help it as Shizuo's touches excited him and their position became almost unbearable. His crotch was flush against Shizuo's and he could feel the blonde's erection pressing against his own, every movement rubbing them against each other. Shizuo still hadn't spoken, instead Izaya watched as he moved his head back into place and captured his lips once more. This time Izaya offered no resistance instead trying to battle for dominance but finding his attempts easily suppressed. Stupid Shizu-chan and his insane strength, he thought as he let himself respond to what Shizuo was doing while trying to recall what he'd forgotten. He was sure it was extremely important… something about Erika? A shiver cut him from his thoughts as he noticed why he'd reacted that way, Shizuo's hand had snuck inside his pants and was now caressing his member, surrounding it with his heat. He tensed in Shizuo's grasp unable to resist as the hand moved or even voice a complaint as Shizuo pulled away only to return to his task a split second later, barely allowing him to breathe. Shivers wracked his body as Shizuo's hand moved, settling into a steady up and down motion that caused Izaya's thoughts to scatter further. He didn't really care that it was Shizuo who was causing this, only wanting him to continue on.
To Izaya's dismay Shizuo pulled away, letting go of his wrists and removing his hand. A dissatisfied whimper caught in his throat as Shizuo pulled him close again, kissing him roughly while Izaya tried to get a firm grip on his shirt, feeling weak in the knees, only to be pulled away harshly. He staggered into the wall behind him and slid to the floor as his knees gave way. Shizuo stood over him, a drunken attempt at a smirk gracing his features while Izaya shivered in need. Shizuo turned and Izaya could only watch silently as Shizuo stalked off beginning to laugh madly.
"Shizuo?" Izaya mumbled after him unsure of how to proceed or even comprehend the incident as he slowly gathered his wits about him ignoring the shivers down his spine and the throbbing between his legs. Shizuo had attacked him then left as soon as Izaya had stopped resisting and begun to respond. He'd let Shizuo get the upper hand and he'd mocked him by leaving halfway through. He'd left Izaya wanting more.
Author note: This is the chapter inspired by DeathNoteLover12 :) Review with any comments or corrections please :) Thanks