Title: Losing is Never Easy
Summary: It started off as a playful joke for Izaya to have some dirt on his high school nemesis, but things never turn out quite the way the informant planned on it happening. Perhaps it was because he allowed himself to think the monster was going to go his way. A few months later and Izaya is experiencing weird symptoms that all link to...pregnancy? How will the devious duo handle trying to raise a kid...if all seems to go well with Izaya's painful pregnancy that is.
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Chapter Two: Monster and the Flea
Three Months Prior to the Current Events
It was a clear mid summer day in Ikebukuro station. Sunshine central was living up to its name, as the populace was walking back and forth across the street…in a rather quickened and hurried manner to dodge an incoming street pole. Anywhere else, if there hadn't been a storm for days and street signs were uprooted from their places, people would be freaked out and call upon their gods for answers. However in Ikebukuro, where even the ordinary was extraordinary, and vice versa, up rooted signs, park benches, torn off rail bars, trees, cars, and even people flew in the air and landed about 3 feet from their original position. Cries of rage and hysterical laughter cut through the cities traffic and was causing more noise than the streets of Ikebukuro could even compare.
Yes this is how it was, three months ago and as it should have always been and remained between the fighting enemies Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara.
The flea had no business to take care of after setting his most used pawn, Nakura, out to the dogs yet again to be terrorized by the gangs, only to be reeled back in and reminded how he had stabbed his only friend in middle school, and his life was now in Izaya's hands, for Izaya could throw Nakura to the police for everything he's done. Bored with the weakened and traumatized human, Izaya decided he should reward himself with some fatty tuna, as this always got him in a good mood after a boring show. Not only this but a sly idea floated around his head, and he would please himself with a little game if things fall into place.
Humming a tune only he knew, he skipped into the streets of Shinjuku like an eight year old, and not the 23 year old man he was supposed to be. It was a lovely day to be one with his humans, as it only made him stand out so much. It was probably because of this his name was called out above so many people, with an angry roar that only ten years of frantic chasing, knife slicing, fist throwing, chaotic hatred between two men could muster into. The informant turned to see people moving out of the way of a moving stop sign, and this could only mean one thing.
That familiar mop of blond was quickly approaching and in a matter of minutes, Shizuo threw the sign at the man. Of course the informant dodged with grace-like ease and whipped out his knife. A few choices of words were exchanged and the chase was on.
"Get the HELL out of Ikebukuro, you damn pest!" Shizuo shouted as yet another park bench was snatched from his place. It was 30 minutes into the chase, and this was really wearing Izaya out.
"Aww Shizu-chan, all I really wanted was some sushi." Izaya whined, skipping backwards and out of Shizuo's way.
"Go die! I don't care about your peckish filling for fucking fish! Stay the fuck out of Ikebukuro!" Shizuo yelled and threw the bench.
Izaya turned and dashed into an alley. Some how, this place looked very familiar to him. Looking behind him, Izaya pressed his lithe frame against the wall as a trash can was shoved down the alley. It crashed into the wall up ahead, tipping over and letting its contents spill out, but the informant had other things to worry about. His arms were securely pinned over his head and the blonde brute was inches away from his face. His grin upturned into a snarl; due to the fact the other had a sly smirk on his face, this was only pissing Shizuo off more.
"What's there to smile about, shitty louse?"
"Shizu-chan you plan on raping me here…?" Izaya whimpered and turned his face in a mock blush. He snuck a look to see the fortissimo's ears burn a bright pink and his hands slammed into the brick.
"Like hell I'd ever do something to repulsive as having sex with you!" Shizuo yelled.
Looking down, Izaya arched an eyebrow and rubbed his leg against the other's crotch. This earned a surprised yelp, and Shizuo pressing Izaya's body closer to the wall. Izaya let out a teasing lewd whimper and smirked at his nemesis, who glared in return.
"Quit that!"
"Oh but Shizu-chan, you look like you want it. Look at how close our bodies are." Izaya whispered and rested his lips on the blonde's neck. This earned a shiver down the man's spine; before he regained what little sense he had and shoved himself away from the man.
"You're sick, Izaya. I don't know what game you're playing with me." Shizuo snarled, balling his fists.
"That's not what your lower regions are saying." Izaya pointed out.
Shizuo looked down and noticed a slight bump where it should not be. No way. He couldn't have gotten hard in the least from a little bit of touching. Not from this guy of all people. Shizuo glared at the other man as he cooed and reached out to touch the limp package.
"Has Shizu-chan ever had sex before? You look unnaturally shy about it." The informant mused as his hands were slapped away.
"Shut the hell up and quit touching me, dirty flea! I'll kill you!" Shizuo growled and pinned the man against the wall.
"Can you do that with your manhood begging for attention Shizu-chan? Look at where we're at." Izaya prompted the blond with a smirk. Shizuo looked around to see that some how, he had chased Izaya to Shinjuku and they were near the fire exit of the apartment complex he lived at. "We could go right inside, where no one will run in on us and we'll handle that problem of yours. Let me do you a solid for once, while I'm being nice"
"Fuck no. You're just going to use this as information and spread your dirty little rumors, you shitty pest. Now that I've escorted you home how about you go up into your room and die. Or should I do that for you?"
"Why Shizu-chan, you treat me to one of your frantic date chases and dump me at home without so much as a kiss? You really are a protozoan. I was politely offering you sex on the first date. Or maybe this makes an innumerable number, since you chase me so much when you see me."
"This is hardly a date! Shut your trap!"
"Make me."
Shizuo was taken aback by the challenging words, and bit his lip. Fine. If Izaya wanted to play this game, he could to. The blonde crashed his lips into the other in an awkward and sloppy kiss. The raven was caught totally off guard with this, not expecting the blonde brute to play with his lips…or was he actually trying to kiss him? Honestly, Izaya thought, and opened his mouth to angle the kiss so that Shizuo's fit comfortably on top. The two had a heated session with Izaya teaching the other how to kiss properly. Absently, he didn't think this was half bad. When they pulled away, Shizuo rubbed his lips against his sleeve.
"That was fucking disgusting," he murmured to himself.
"Says the protozoan who kissed me." Izaya teased and wrapped his arms around the other. He devoured the lips, submitting Shizuo to his desires, as they were now riled in the moment. The blonde began roaming his hands shyly across the informant's body and up his shirt before giving a slight hiss when the playful man bit his lower lip.
"If we're going to do it, let's go to the bedroom." Izaya whispered, lust dripping off every word.
Reluctant, however eager to get rid of the now painful bulge trapped in heat, the body guard followed the informant into his apartment. Izaya kept it going with light touches, so he wouldn't lose him. Oh he had plans for this. He'd treat Shizuo like a dog once this was over and exploit it at every term to get what he wanted out of him. When the elevator reached his floor, Shizuo hoisted the other over his shoulder, unceremoniously Izaya might add, and sped to his room with the man's guidance. Kicking the door down, again rather unceremoniously and outright rude, Shizuo navigated his way to the man's bedroom and kicked the door shut. There was no way in hell he would let anyone see what was about to happen.
Dropped on the bed, Izaya hurriedly guided Shizuo over his body to resume what they started in the alley. Their breaths mingled with each slight parting before smashing each other again. Izaya felt fingers go under his shirt and began experimenting by pinching his nipples. The informant arched his back and moaned into the kiss, breaking it so that his erotic moans could drive Shizuo wild.
It didn't take long for all the clothes to fly off, and for bulges to be pressed together. The thin clothing became damp with precum, while the two males bit each others junctions and scratched backs. Shizuo became intoxicated by the pheromones in the air. This was a bad idea, but this felt so fucking good. He would regret it once he was done, but damn he needed this release so bad. Shizuo let his hands dip into the informant's boxers, probing his nimble fingers against the puckered hole.
"I thought you said this was your- Yaaahnn!" Izaya was cut off as a finger slid in dry and clung to the blond tightly. His body instinctively thrusting forward to meet with the body guard's thrusting fingers and aching cock alternatively. Oh this felt so good. So fucking rough and it hurt, but so good. Another finger was added into the hole and stretched the hole for preparation. Shit, was this man really a virgin? Once the third finger was added, Izaya began whimpering and riding the fingers vigorously, waiting for him to start poking at that one spot…
"Ooh! Shizu-chan! Ahh, there!" Izaya moaned in pleasure as his cloth began moving due to the member twitching in ecstasy.
Shizuo removed his fingers and pulled down on the informants boxers, his eyes scanning the body. He briefly noticed a scar resting on Izaya's left hip and bent to lick it. He held the squirming (and apparently ticklish) informant down, and his head dipped to the head of the member. Izaya arched his back in pleasure.
"God so much for this bein- Hnng, your first- Aaah, time Shizu-chaaah!" Izaya breathed out between pants and grunts.
A low pop brought Shizuo's mouth away with only a thin trail of saliva connecting them…or was that cum? "Shut up flea." He grumbled, shoving his own boxers down, to let Izaya see.
Before Shizuo could latch on to his hips, Izaya demanded he lubricated his monstrous length, for he refused to be ridden dry. Getting the lube from his side dresser, Izaya offered to lather it onto Shizuo's length. Oh he would have stories to tell when this was all over, he thought as he began pumping the other man's cock. They shares moans and eagerness to get this over with, for they were both on the edge of holding it in with all the teasing and what not.
Shizuo pushed the informant over, flinging both legs over his shoulders, and inserted himself before Izaya had time to prepare himself.
"Shit!" Izaya bit his lip and threw his head back, clenching up around Shizuo's length in pain.
"Fuck!" the other swore. "Loosen up, you louse!"
"That hurt! Have some decency and do it right then!" Izaya shouted back, tears pricking his eyes, and he leaned back to adjust to Shizuo's size. A few easy breathes, and a low chuckle and Izaya gave him the go. "Dammit, you really are a virgin."
Shizuo began to move out and slammed back in. "Shut your mouth." He grumbled and kissed the man as his lower regions rocked back and forth.
A mix of moans, creaks, skin slapping, lip smacking and grunts filled the air. Both males felt their climax coming, Izaya being the first to show signs. He sprayed a little on Shizuo's chest and let out a grunt as Shizuo hit his spot. Repeatedly the man let loose on that spot until the informant couldn't hold back any longer and let the entirety of himself spray onto his and Shizuo's chest. Shizuo came moments after Izaya's orgasm, and lazily rode it out, before letting his dripping cock pull out of the informant. Drained of energy, Izaya curled up and began drifting off while the body guard made haste to dress himself and leave, feeling disgusted with himself for giving in to the flea.
As soon as the blonde left, and without a word no less, Izaya let out a soft chuckle and rubbed his sore ass. He probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a few weeks.
Author's Note-
Xibiya: Even during sex they argue. This was fun to write actually. I like unexpected enemy sex to happen something like this. No calling out names, just fighting and frick fracking XD There will probably be about 2 or three more chapters dealing in the past before we progress through the story. Kinda changing my writing style and trying this out to see how I like.
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