It was morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and… snakes…?
Shizuo grunted as he came to, a dull hissing sound slowly filling his eardrums. He sat up groggily, looking around. Something was… off. He numbly flexed his fingers, trying to recall why he had fallen asleep on his couch, and not his nice soft bed. His eyes drifted through the room. He reached up to scratch his stomach, before noticing the black coat clenched in his hand. Memory flooded back to him, and he snarled.
He pushed himself off the couch, eyes darting through the room. The flea had gotten loose and, he realized, was probably the source of the noise. He stalked through his apartment, groaning as his body twinged. He didn't understand why, but he never really felt well after sex, even though technically he hadn't gotten off. Tom was always going on and on about how he was filled with energy and youth and all that crap after a good lay. The blonde just wanted to go back to sleep.
As Shizuo cautiously peered into his bedroom, he realized the noise was coming from the bathroom. He crept closer, noticing the steam rising from the door crack. He concluded, with some irritation, that Izaya had decided to take a shower.
"Izaya!" he yelled, pounding on the door, "Get the fuck out of my bathroom!"
"Eeeek! Shower pervert!"
"OUT!" Shizuo roared.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Shizuo tapped his foot impatiently, eye twitching, as he heard the water being shut off. He waited for a few moments as he listened to Izaya move about the bathroom. He swore he felt a vein pop when he heard the hairdryer turn on.
"IZAYA!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness!" Izaya drawled, "I thought perchance I could dress myself before leaving your precious chamber. However..." Shizuo flinched as the door opened a crack "Should master wish to see me in all my naked glory, I'm more than happy to-"
Shizuo yanked the door shut with a snarl. He turned on his heels, murderous thoughts swimming through his head as he shed himself of the shirt sticking to his chest. He threw the offending article onto his closet floor, grabbing a fresh pair of pants in the process. He grumbled as he changed, before turning towards the kitchen. It was too damn early to deal with fleas on an empty stomach.
5 minutes later, Shizuo contently hovered over a frying pan, cracking in two eggs beside the already sizzling bacon. Something about cooking always calmed him down. It reminded him of when he'd cook for his brother when they were younger. When he heard someone softly pad up behind him and felt slim arms wrap around his bare chest, he could have sworn he was eight again. The kiss against his cheek and the grope on his ass quickly broke him out of that reverie.
"Izaya." Shizuo ground out, "You better be clothed. And, in five seconds, you better be gone."
"I am." Izaya replied, ignoring the last part. He eyed the kitchen workspace appreciatively.
"You aren't getting any." Shizuo warned.
"Course not." Izaya purred. "Oo! Toast."
"Don't you da-" Shizuo snarled, but the helpless bread had already been stuffed into the other's mouth. Shizuo whirled around, holding his spatula at Izaya's throat. The other seemed to want to laugh, but probably thought better of it.
"You son of a bitch. This is my house and that is my food." Shizuo growled lowly. His eyes were drawn downward as he saw that Izaya had also chosen to bare his chest. His hips were tantalizingly displayed from the slowly sinking… baggy…
"Those are my pants!"
"Nomph dah naht" Izaya mumbled through his toast.
"Yes, they are." Shizuo snapped. "I wore them yesterday!" Izaya rolled his eyes, gulping down food.
"NOW, they're not." Izaya corrected him, licking his fingers.
"Wear your own damn clothes!"
"You got mine all dirty, 'member?"
Shizuo turned back to his pan, refusing to meet Izaya's gleaming eyes. "So wash them."
"I did."
"Fucker, don't tell me you used my washing machine too!"
"Calm down, Shizzy," Izaya smirked, reaching up to pat on the blonde's head condescendingly, "I just rinsed them off in the bathroom."
Shizuo grunted, resisting the urge to bite the hand tangling itself in his hair.
"So put them on and get out."
Izaya sighed. "They have to dry, idiot."
Shizuo looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowed to slits. "I don't care if you have soggy clothes. I want you out."
"You're so cruel, Shizzy," Izaya pouted, trailing his hand down the blonde's back. "I'm just following the rules."
"The hell? I'm not supposed to see you for two weeks!" Shizuo protested angrily, stabbing the eggs with his spatula.
"Ah," Izaya purred, nuzzling into Shizuo's shoulder blade. "But you haven't gotten off yet. The round's not over."
"I don't care." Shizuo protested, flinching as Izaya's nimble hands teased at the front on his pants. "I forfeit my turn."
"Nu-uh, that's cheating." Izaya reprimanded with a sharp bite to the neck.
Shizuo could feel his resolve wavering with every brush of the brunet's fingers. He knew Izaya wasn't going to leave if he didn't relent, and would undoubtedly cause a scene if he got thrown out on his ass.
"You know, Izaya…" Shizuo said innocently, causing the brunet to perk an eyebrow in interest, "I really don't feel up to it right now. Why don't you come back later? I can take my turn then."
Izaya narrowed his eyes, grip tightening. "You're just trying to get rid of me."
"Yes." Shizuo admitted, unabashed.
Izaya glared at him for a few moments, before reluctantly releasing his captive.
"Fine," he decided, "but I get to decide where and how."
Shizuo rolled his eyes as the brunet retreated to the other room. He heard the other rummaging around for his clothes, praying he wasn't destroying something valuable in the process. In a few moments however, he heard the other stomp over to the entrance, followed by what was unmistakably a raspberry in his direction and the slam of a door. Shizuo hunched over the counter, exhaling in relief.
He turned back to his breakfast, which to his dismay had been burned to a crisp during his lapse in attention. He dejectedly scraped the charcoaled remains onto a plate. He eyeballed the black mess, distrusting. He hesitated, then popped a piece into his mouth. After much gagging and spitting, he dumped the rest in the trash.
Shizuo rubbed his hands over his eyes, suddenly feeling like he was going to fall over any minute. He stumbled to his bedroom, collapsing on the bed. He hazily reminded himself to get up in an hour, remembering he had promised to meet Tom at the airport. For now, however, sleep had definitely won.
"Ah… Shizzy…."
He thrust into the brunet beneath him, reveling in each clenched muscle and the wet slap of skin on skin. The other's arms held him tight, his voice keening into the blonde's ear.
"Ah… AH!" the brunet panted, unmasked pleasure written across his face. Shizuo groaned, burying his face in the other's silky hair.
"Why..." he panted, voice taking on a tone of desperation, "Why do you do this?"
The other smirked, and suddenly Shizuo felt cold all over. Arms reached up, pulling the blonde's head down till his ear was pressed next to that sinful mouth. He tried to pull away, but found he couldn't. Those dangerous glittering red eyes held him there, commanding him, imprisoning him until he felt he couldn't breathe. The brunet smiled coldly.
"Because I'll make you give me everything."
Shizuo woke from his dream with a start, sweat dripping down his face. He sat up, running a shaky hand through his hair. That wasn't right. He always had dreams about buxom blondes, not lanky bastards. He glanced downward and groaned, burying his head in his hands. Fuck Izaya. He turned to look at the clock and almost screamed. Fuck everything. He was supposed to be at the airport 10 minutes ago! He scrambled out of bed, pulling on a shirt. He had to call Tom.
He furiously rummaged around his room for his cell. Where the hell was it?! He stopped and snapped. He'd probably left it in his pants pocket from last night. He slammed open his closet door, throwing aside old clothes. Where were they? He froze, remembering that Izaya had been wearing them. Shit. He couldn't have. Shizuo ran to the bathroom, throwing open the door.
Fuck.
Izaya's pants were hung on the towel rack, mocking him. Izaya had left with his pants. He pulled at his hair, swearing profusely. Izaya had his phone. The son of a bitch who made it his personal business to make Shizuo's life a living hell had his phone.
Fuck everything and everyone.
Shizuo inhaled deeply, trying to calm his fraying nerves. Tom. He had to call Tom and explain he was going to be late.
Shizuo stomped over the kitchen, grabbing his home phone off the holster and rapidly dialing his friend's number. He anxiously held it up to his ear.
"Hi! This is Tom. I can't come to the phone right now-"
Shizuo exhaled as he cut off the call. Good, Tom hadn't turned on his phone, which meant he probably hadn't landed yet. He threw on his coat and ran out the door into the night. With any luck, he could still make it in time.
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