A/N: I've received a gift from heavens and my muse went on fire while writing this fic :P And so, ho and behold, the new chapter is here!

A big, big thank you for Bwrites for the review, it made me so happy! And thanks as well for Marylique, thanks to whom this fanfic actually exists :)

Disclaimer: Neither the characters, nor songs used or mentioned are mine. Smut is. Oh yes, it is.

The songs either mentioned or used as an inspiration in order of appearance:

- Rihanna's "Te Amo"

- Nickelback's "Tryin' Not To Love You"

- Ed Sheeran's "Kiss me"

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"...and then he fucking walked off, as if nothing has happened!" Izaya was sitting by the bar again, moaning his heart out to Kadota. The man behind the counter couldn't help but smile at that.

Lately, Izaya came to the club every day. He'd come early, when barely any people were there, and stay until late. He'd write on his cell phone, drink, sometimes dance, talk with Kadota and Shinra, but most of the time he spent looking out for the tall, blonde man, and both of his friends knew it. It was a third day of such behaviour, and the blonde hadn't shown up.

"Maybe you're reading too much into it? Maybe he really had some important business to attend to? I mean, people who get this close to you, they usually, you know… Stay. Or come back." Izaya only let out a low, frustrated growl at that. As if he didn't know it himself.

"Important business, my ass. He's just a pompous… egoistic… full of himself… stupid… idiotic… sexy as a devil… bastard, who…"

"Will you dance with me?"

Izaya went rigid. He would recognize this voice anytime, even though he heard it just few times before. His hands tightened on his glass, as a little, surprised sound left his lips. Kadota looked over the raven's shoulder, quite surprised by his act, and he saw the reason for Izaya's late weirdness.

The blonde was undeniably handsome. Tall, with a powerful kind of air, wearing a white T-shirt from a material that looked almost transparent, and dark, tight jeans. He wasn't exactly Kadota's thing (he wasn't gay in the first place), but he could understand his friend's obsession. And the blonde's eyes… They were like amber, and they burned.

Izaya slowly turned back, his usual, indifferent mask pulled clumsily on his face. "Well, look who's here~..." he managed to send the blonde a smirk, and the other answered in kind.

"Well, undoubtedly the full of himself… stupid… idiotic… sexy as a devil… bastard, who… How it went from there?"

Izaya's face turned almost the shade of his eyes, and that said something. "...it's not nice to eavesdrop." he managed to murmur. The blonde nodded, the bad-boy smirk not leaving his face.

"Agreed. And it is just as not nice to talk about people behind their backs. Which leads me to my next question… Will you dance with me?"

He held out his hand, and Izaya suddenly felt as if he was hypnotized again; and he didn't mind it, not one bit. He slowly stood up from his chair, letting the other lead him onto the dancefloor.

"...I thought you danced alone."

"That was before I danced with you."

Izaya's heart skipped a beat. "T-then… I will only dance with you, if after the song, you'll sit with me and have a decent conversation." he huffed, crossing his arms on his chest. The blonde chuckled, taking his hands again and turning him around to the beat of Rihanna's "Te amo", so that the blonde's chest was close against Izaya's back.

"Agreed." he whispered in the raven's ear.

Izaya found himself quickly, dangerously addicted to dancing with the mysterious blonde. The way the other moved their hips together, fuck… The raven had to stop himself from moaning. Their current dance wasn't so… Intimate… As their first had been, but for goodness sake, it was still enough to make Izaya's breathing hitch and leave the raven wanting for more. The blonde lead him steadily, his burning hands constantly touching - his palms, his arms, his back, chest, hips… It was all disguised as a dance moves, but some part of Izaya knew he drew just as much pleasure from it as the raven did. Then again, Izaya wasn't just on the receiving end. He made whatever in his power to steal the other's breath away, to seduce him for good. The raven knew he was beautiful; but now, swaying his hips, baring his neck for the other, snuggling his compact body to the blonde's whenever he could… He was making himself look more delicious than ever.

The dance ended early, too early for Izaya's likings. The club started to fill up, and he could feel more than a few hungry looks being thrown his way because of how he acted up till now. He also felt the blonde's hold on his hips (where his hands finished their wandering) tighten, and had to stop himself from gasping pleasantly.

"...I know I promised, but it's a bit crowded there… Mind going out for a walk?" he looked down at Izaya, and the raven gulped from all the fire he saw in these maddening, expressive eyes.

It's night already. Where do you want to walk to? "Y-yeah. I'd like that." he whispered.

The blonde smiled. "...then, what about exchanging the talking for something else?" he whispered back, and it was Izaya's turn to smirk, while his inner self did a little, delighted dance, screaming 'Hell yeah!'

"I think I'd like that… Even more."

…

How they finally got to the blonde's apartment, but two or so blocks from the club, Izaya had no idea. The moment they left, the moment they found the first anyhow-sheltered alley, the other's lips were on his, and the raven's own fingers tangled themselves tightly in the soft, blond locks. Their kiss was just like how they danced; wild, hot, intimate, burning with passion. It left Izaya breathless, and yearning for more.

Every shaded corner, every back alley on their way has been turned into a place for a heated kiss; whether it was the blonde who pushed him roughly, but with strange care, against cold, hard wall and ravished his lips, or the raven, pulling the other as close as possible, fitting their bodies perfectly against each other; either way, when Shizuo was finally pressing Izaya against wood instead of stone, and fumbling with the keys blindly while his second hand tugged at the other's hair in the most delicious of ways, the raven knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He never wanted something so much, never.

The door opened, and closed, locking them inside. Izaya had time enough to see that the place was quite small, but clean and cozy; seriously, he couldn't care less at the moment. Because few seconds after the door closed, he felt his body being risen up like a child's, and he wrapped his legs around the other's waist instinctively, letting out a loud moan at the way their erections touched through their pants.

First off went Izaya's shirt, and he didn't mind it one bit; the apartment was warm, but more importantly, the blonde's touches, his little kisses, nips and sucks on his now bare chest made him hot, almost feverish. Suddenly they had too many clothes on, and Izaya started tugging helplessly at the other's shirt. It took him some time to get it off; to be exact, the time in which the blonde stumbled them further inside, hardly ever breaking the kiss, hitting Izaya's back against some other wall, this time the one closer to the bedroom.

When creamy, soft skin had been revealed for him, it was as if Izaya went completely crazy. A loud moan made it's way out of their joined lips, as the raven's hands caressed the other's chest, with touches that were anything but soft or careful; his fingers outlined every muscle, doing as they pleased until they were violently pulled away when the blonde threw Izaya on the bed, climbing over him instantly.

Yearning… The overwhelming need… Their hands were tearing at the clothes, wanting to touch, to feel. Izaya didn't even register the moment in which the other pulled his pants off, throwing them somewhere, while the raven himself was busy with pulling his zipper down. He was rewarded with a low moan, though, as he finally got them off and started to palm the blonde's erection. Izaya was far from being disappointed… The other was big.

They were close, so impossibly close it felt as if they were melting into one. The blonde's lips left burning marks all over Izaya's body; later, he will be surprised his skin bore no sign of their passion. The feverish hand, who knew whose it was anymore, reached to the bedside table, pulling out a little bottle and a condom. A look, it was all it took for both of them to agree that it was okay, that they should go on, as far as possible, that they have to become one or the world itself will end.

Izaya didn't know how he ended up being the one on the bottom. He hardly ever did, but this was different, and the blonde's long finger felt so good inside him, paying tenfold for the unpleasant coldness of the lube. It made him squirm, made him writhe helplessly under the burning gaze of amber-like eyes, the look the blonde gave him more arousing than anything he had ever seen in his life. A finger soon turned into two, then three, and all Izaya knew anymore was that he wants the other, badly, now… He didn't realise what he looked like, his legs spread wide for the other, flushed and hot, trashing on the bed in pleasure unlike any other. He didn't hear himself when he moaned, when despite everything he loved in himself, despite all his pride, he begged for the other to take him, to make him his and his only, from now on and forever.

He saw, however, the blonde's features change. He heard his whispered words of belonging, words of surrender, of love, ridiculous and twisted, but love nonetheless. And Izaya answered in kind, screaming for the other's melting heat.

Few more seconds, seconds that felt like ages, filled only with coldness when the blonde parted from him, pulling the condom over his own erection, and then heat again, burning, spreading and filling him up like the fingers could never do. Izaya screamed, he remembered that later, scratching the other's back to the point of breaking his skin, painting bloody marks that spoke of passion, and not of pain. They both moved, in perfect harmony, sliding against each other as if they read the partner's thoughts. Making love with the blonde; it felt like standing on the way of a tsunami; he was strong, overwhelming, filled with dangerous beauty that enveloped Izaya whole, enticing enough to make the raven scream out his release, not caring if he would regret this later. And feeling the powerful blonde crumble to dust before him, crying out as he finished as well, made him certain of one thing.

He will never regret this.

…

Izaya didn't do pillow-talk. After the sex, if he ever got that far with his partner for the night, he usually spent some time basking in the afterglow, trying as much as possible to avoid the other's clinginess, took a shower, ate or drank something from the other's fridge, and either took a nap and left, or simply skipped the nap.

If he was a bottom, which happened probably only once, or twice so far (some types of men were just too deliciously dominant to refuse, and Izaya did have a thing for a little pain here and there), the part with the shower was longer, sometimes lasting for more than an hour. The raven hated feeling dirty, however the warm, satisfying sensation of being the submissive one was nice.

Izaya did not do cuddling. He did not do pillow talk. And he did not bottom, except the times his more masochistic side showed up.

So what was he doing right now?

The raven decided to not answer the question, as he snuggled against the blonde's heaving chest, still panting himself. Oh god, the warmth the other radiated affected him like the sunny places affected the cats, making Izaya almost purr in delight. He felt covers wrap around them both, and strong arms circling his waist, bringing him closer to the warmth. There was a distinct feeling of sweat condensing on their bodies, and Izaya could feel the lube and other fluids on his lower half, but he decided to skip these thoughts as well, for now. Instead, he rested his head on the blonde's chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was strong and steady, roaring like a thunder against his ear; for some reason, the raven felt instantly safe in these arms, pressed over this heart. It was a strange feeling.

"You're like a kitten…" the blonde whispered, and Izaya could hear it in his voice that he was smiling softly. Normally, he would hit the guy for saying something like that. This time, he just smiled back.

"Maybe I am. Nya~" he chuckled, brushing his finger over the other's nipple to see his reaction. This earned him a soft gasp, and just as soft swat on the hand.

"You better be ready for another round, starting games like that."

"In few minutes, maybe." Izaya surprised even himself with saying that, but he really meant his words. "This was… this was…" The other silenced him with a kiss.

"...I know." he whispered.

They were quiet for a while after that, just listening to each other's breathing. The raven moved lazily, remembering with a sly smirk everything they did; every little move, and every word they said… His eyes widened when he realised something.

"...you said you love me." he whispered. This wasn't right. This was bad. Very bad.

"I did." the blonde's voice was calm, even. As if he was stating something obvious. Oh god… Love wasn't good. Izaya hated when his one-night stand started spouting that shit. It meant he won't be able to just go away, that they will come back and probably make a scene. And that would be… disgusting.

"But… that's ridiculous. You don't even know my name. We spoke like, a few times, at most. We danced twice. You can't love me." Izaya looked up at the blonde, who was looking down at him with a strange, amused expression.

"You said you love me back. And you don't know my name, either." he simply said.

Ah, the little lies; or the big lies; he let slip during sex. Or after sex. Izaya relaxed; the blonde must've meant that, too. He didn't love him, not really… It was something to whisper in a moment of passion, these three, dangerous words. The raven shouldn't have read so much into it.

"...Izaya Orihara."

"Shizuo Heiwajima." The blonde, who suddenly got a name, leaned in, kissing Izaya softly. "Whenever you're ready… Izaya." he whispered with a smirk.

Izaya didn't do that, either. He never stayed long enough for there to be another round. But this time…

This time he will consider it.

…

Shizuo was so very different from all the one-night stands Izaya had so far. Especially when the 'one-night' part changed into 'few-nights'. The raven didn't know what he was still doing in the blonde's small apartment; or, well… He knew exactly what he was doing here. He didn't know why he was doing it.

They rested a bit after their first time, and they did it again, with Izaya somehow ending up riding the powerful blonde. He was exhausted then, but Shizuo insisted they took a shower, and gods, they did take one, together, and the blonde was so very careful to clean everything, inside and out, every bit of Izaya's skin. It would probably end up in a third round, if Shizuo didn't start using his goddamn lips, and the raven came soon after, his knees giving up on him. He got carried into the bed then, and the blonde even changed the sheets when he told him he doesn't want to go to sleep dirty. A statement that he doesn't want to sleep naked, either, earned him Shizuo's T-shirt that was much too big for Izaya, but smelled so good he just curled up under the covers and fell asleep, snuggled close to the blonde's pleasant warmth.

By the time they woke up, it was midday, and neither of them minded it at all. Izaya wanted to leave, but somehow ended up staying for breakfast, and discovered Shizuo could cook. Wonderfully, to be exact. And even if the raven ended up bent over the table, and making a hot mess of himself, the meal itself was an important factor, too. A shower followed; Izaya was alone this time; and he was going to leave just after, but Shizuo was asleep on the couch, his hair still damp from the bath he took before him, and the raven couldn't help but snuggle against the blonde once more, taking a cat-nap.

He woke up alone, surprised it didn't feel right. But it turned out Shizuo was there, preparing dinner. It also appeared he went out to buy some groceries and other things earlier, so that Izaya received some clothes his size and a toothbrush. He kept Shizuo's T-shirt on even then.

They ate another tasty meal, and Izaya, who for some reason felt bad for being just on the receiving end of all the spoiling, took his time to disturb Shizuo's washing up in the most delicious way possible, making the blonde moan for him, leaning against the sink, his hands still damp and smelling of soap when he tangled them in Izaya's raven locks. Izaya rarely went down on anyone. Never, actually. But it felt good when he felt Shizuo twitch and shudder against his tongue, and the raven liked it how the blonde tried to restrain his hips, not to buck into Izaya's hot mouth.

The raven took his time using his new toothbrush after that, and when he got out of the bathroom, prepared to leave, he ended up sitting on a couch with the blonde again, watching some movie Shizuo set. It wasn't half bad, even less so when Izaya could just watch it and do and think about nothing, the blonde's arm circling his waist softly, not enough to irritate the raven. It was night before either of them realised it, and so Izaya stayed over one more time, sleeping peacefully in Shizuo's arms. To his surprise, the blonde didn't try to take him one more time, and the raven was grateful for it; having sex with Shizuo was amazing, impossibly so, but he needed some rest.

Rest he apparently got enough during the night, since he's been woken up with Shizuo's minty kiss the next morning, moaning when he realised the blonde woke up earlier, took his time to brush his teeth and was now back, and eager to devour Izaya once more. And he did, in the same, fiery passion as he did few last times, leaving the raven so lost in pleasure he felt tears trickle down his cheeks at one point, as he had no other way left to express how excruciatingly good this felt. Shizuo joked then that now his neighbours most certainly know his name by heart, and Izaya blushed, probably for the first, or maybe second time in his life. It also made him hit the blonde with all his might, surprised at how hard his muscles and bones were. Shizuo didn't want to comment on that.

They ate, they showered and had to shower again, since Shizuo couldn't keep his hands off him. No… They both couldn't keep their hands to themselves. They took a nap, wrapped in each other's arms, and talked, even though Izaya hated talks like that. But he found it nice to know about Shizuo's family; his little brother, his kind parents, his job as a bodyguard. In turn, he told the blonde about his two sisters and parents who left the three of them to themselves, so that he had to pretty much rise his siblings alone; he spoke about the job of an informant, of ties he had with everyone of importance in this city, and felt an unexplainable warmth spreading out in his chest when Shizuo said he was amazing.

Morning turned into noon, and the noon into evening. They ate, still talking, both apparently surprised there are still some topics left to talk about. After dinner Shizuo took him in his arms like a child, and carried to the bedroom, taking his time with pleasuring the other this time. As if he was testing what the raven liked, he was even gentler now; sliding fingers one after another inside Izaya, even when the other begged him to do it already, drunk with lust and overwhelming pleasure. When they were finally joined again, Shizuo pressed his lips close to Izaya's ear, whispering sweet words that affected the raven like his touches and kisses did; little promises, big promises, words of belonging and surrender. And for the second time, Izaya answered in kind, terrified at how sincere the sentences he uttered felt.

When they finished, the raven for the first time that day thought about leaving; but there was a sour taste in his mouth at this thought, and he stayed, wanting desperately to wash it away. Izaya never asked for permission to kiss or to choose how they did it; but this time, he asked, with face painted rosy against his will; he asked for the sweetest form of pain to be given to him.

Half an hour later, with his wrists pinned to the bed, the raven screamed the other's name loud enough to make himself hoarse, as he writhed and trashed under the blonde. He had been given his pain, and it drove him crazy; ever pinch, every bite, every playful word laced with hidden danger, it only aroused him more and more, making him beg and moan out loud. Shizuo was rough, he proved he could be just as good at it as he was with anything else, and still he managed to give him enough pleasure to loose his mind.

It was midnight when Izaya woke up after that, his head resting on Shizuo's shoulder. He felt used, dirty and the tiniest bit sore, and this feeling made him grin and close his eyes again, wondering what tomorrow will bring. It was there and there when the raven realised he didn't want to leave anymore. And the thought itself was enough to make him stand up and gather his clothes quietly.

Because Izaya didn't stay longer than needed. He didn't let anyone come close enough to know him. He didn't do pillow talk, he didn't do cuddling, he didn't spend a day with someone and he didn't love. Because when sex stopped being just sex, it turned into danger, in weakness.

And so Izaya ran away in the middle of the night someday, not saying goodbye to the blonde. The only thing left after him was a quickly cooling, empty place beside Shizuo's heart.