Izaya was thrilled to begin his day more thrilled than he ever had been before because today was the start to his most anticipated game or should he say pre-game. He was going to make sure the brute "won" this one and be on his best behavior or at least as best as he could be without making the brute suspicious which meant just toning down the usual. Shizuo would think the flea was up to something anyways. Izaya left his condo with these words in mind. He made his way to the train station and boarded the train heading for Ikebukuro.
One thing Izaya always hated about riding the train with his beloved humans was the tight space and bumping sweaty bodies coated in the choking stench of mingled colognes and perfumes that more often than not caused his eyes to sting and water leaving him yearning for some fresh air. Oh, and don't forget the groping hands that often found themselves on Izayas' nice firm ass Because like always, some old perv like this one had to grab his ass oh how he wished, he could just cut off that disgusting appendage, humans were one thing but maggots were another the aforementioned appendage was now making its way towards his crotch. Now he could only wish that his very male parts would deter the old perv but to the ravens chagrin the hand merely halted in its movements for a second before continuing its previous actions. At the end of his fuse with "Mr. Tentacles", Izaya pulled out his flick blade a slow smile cracking his face in two.
"Either you remove your filthy hands, or I'll make you regret ever having them" Izaya warned in a thin whisper.
"huh?" the maggot questioned
Izaya turned around in one smooth motion and whispered against the man's ear as he pressed the blade hard enough against the flesh of the man's throat to cause a single drop of blood to slip free. "I said remove your filthy hands."
The old perv promptly slipped away into the crowd a very frightened look on his face. With a sigh, Izaya turned around to face out the glass panes embedded in the train's sliding doors once again. Stupid maggots hiding the beautiful flesh of his precious humans. A little while later and what felt like hours but was actually just one later the sound of a ding was heard along with the conductor's voice crackling out of the speakers as the current stop was announced.
"Ding … Ikebukuro Station … ding …. Ikebukuro Station …. ding."
With a sigh, Izaya stepped through the now open sliding doors onto the platform. He felt relief, the crowded train station like a second home, it wasn't as cramped as the train and therefor was a better place to watch his precious humans. Making his way up the stairs to the main streets of Ikebukuro, Izaya decided to head straight for Russia sushi his favorite place to eat mainly because they had the best Toro (fatty tuna) around. Also, the brute usually ate there as well with his boss Tom Tanaka, and how exactly was he to play the prelude to his game if one of the key players wasn't around? Upon reaching his destination, Izaya looked around the entrance for the brute but didn't see him anywhere. So, he decided to get some lunch and see if the protozoan was inside while he was at it. Pushing the glass door open Izaya walked into the sushi shop and walked up to the counter to ordered some Toro and found a good place to sit where he could observe his surroundings. Just as he started looking around for Shizuo again, Simon came by with his order.
"You don't usually stay to eat Izaya." Simon said as he placed the Toro on the table.
"Well today is a special occasion." Izaya replied with his signature smirk.
Shizuo walked in after his boss Tom Tanaka sometime later. As he looked around, he caught the eye of one Izaya Orihara sitting at a table not far from the entrance where he stood. Clenching his fists, he resisted the urge to throw something at the meddlesome flea or simply to punch that damn smirk right off of his disgusting face. But he had a game to win and damn it all he was going to win it. As that thought crossed his mind, he noticed that the louse was calling him over with a slight bend of his fingers. With a grunt, he decided that he would have to except that the flea was going to do everything possible to make him loose this game. With that last thought, he walked over and sat across from Izaya with a scowl plainly plastered on his face as Tom took the seat on the left side of him with a wary glance at his body guard.
"What do you want?" he managed to only grumble out even though he was barely able to keep himself from yelling at the raven-haired man before him.
"I thought that since we're getting along so well as of late that we should at least eat lunch together right Shizu-chan" Izaya said faking innocence as he smiled a sickeningly sweet smile at both Shizuo and Tom.
"you sound like your planning to do this more often." With a frustrated sigh and a curious glance from Tom, Shizuo grumbled out the words.
"You know what would be a grand idea Shizu-chan!" Izaya exclaimed clapping his hands together as a wide grin turned up the corners of his mouth.
"What?" the body guard asked with a glare.
"We should eat lunch together every day this week" the raven-haired informant said with a knowing smile.
Shizuos' golden eyes widened as he realized just what Izaya was trying to do and with a curt nod he agreed to the ravens' request.
The week seemed to pass by rather quickly after that with Izaya always waiting at the same table at the same time until Shizuo showed up for lunch, and after about three days of eating lunch with Izaya reluctantly so. Shizuo started to notice things he never had the chance to before. Now don't get me wrong he still hated the flea with a burning passion unlike any other, but now he felt that hate twisting into something much mess recognizable a kind of "like" but definitely not a "love" was forming for the damned louse. Though he would never admit it in a million years, he did find the flea to be quite good looking with the stark contrast of his raven black hair and crimson red eyes against his pearl white skin, and how those pale strawberry pink lips always seemed to capture his attention in mid conversation. Causing him to get these strange ideas of what those lips could do that would be much more productive than what they were currently occupied with.
Then his eyes would begin to travel further down past the curve of his jaw bone to the point of his chin. Till they landed at the creamy white skin of the fleas' throat and the dip of the skin at the center of his slender collar bone causing him to start imagining what it would feel like to touch the louse, to kiss him, bite him, and hear his wanton moans as he wreathed beneath him. But of course, it wasn't long before the crimson eyed informant would interrupt his day dreaming and bring his once simmering anger back up to a roaring boil with yet another teasing word or action. Sure, the face was nice even dare he say handsome, but the moment the raven haired man opened his mouth all thought of him being a handsome likable man went right out the window in a flash.
On the morning of the fourth day Shizuo found himself in a rather odd predicament as thoughts of those crimson eyes staring up at him in submission played behind his eyelids as his mind balanced on the thin line between conscious and unconscious. He imagined those soft strawberry pink lips pressing against the tip of his cock as they slowly parted allowing the hard organ into the warm wetness within. He let his hand slide into his boxers gripping himself firmly as he pumped himself to the fantasy of a sweet submissive Izaya letting him fuck that hot wet throat of his.
"ngh!.. fuck" He pumped a little harder, faster he was close.
At this point he could almost hear the muffled moans and groans of the damned flea as if they were echoing in his very room. The slight choking gag and wet sucking sounds as his cock slipped in deeper till it couldn't go any further causing the fleas face to be buried in the downy soft hair there. Those crimson eyes bulging slightly at the lack of oxygen and the brute felt his balls empty as he imagined his cum sliding down the fleas throat in thick wet globs. He sighed pumping more slowly riding out the last strands of his orgasm.
Shizuo was not thrilled to have woken up in such a state to have masturbated to the flea of all people, but he had to admit that it was the most vivid fantasy he had ever experienced and he'd never orgasmed so hard to just a fantasy either. The down side was the mess in his boxers but that was quickly remedied with a shower and a change of clothes. The boxers thrown into the laundry to be dealt with later. He left the house that morning a little grumpier than usual and his usual for this week was bad enough to begin with. He was looking forward to lunch with the flea a great deal less as well.
Izaya on the other hand was his usual self for the most part content with how well the Neanderthal had been doing with only four days to go including today of course. He had not slept at all that night as he was busy with work. Tying up the loose ends of a few side jobs, gathering some intel on a few interesting people, setting all his chess pieces in place for the moves to be made in the future. He was still at his desk when Nami came in that morning at 9:00 exactly where she had left him the previous evening when she left at midnight.
"ah Nami is it that time already?" the informant said swiveling around to face her.
"I should presume you pulled an all-nighter again?"
"hahahaha! Looks like it"
"I'll go make some coffee then" she said leaving the rather overzealous informant to his work.
A while later she came back into the room with two steaming cups of coffee in her hands and placed one on an empty space on the informants' desk which was unusually cluttered with papers and other work related things. Work continued till a little before noon when Izaya stood from his chair grabbed his usual coat and left with a smile and wave to Nami. It was time for him to meet up with Shizuo for their daily lunch date. The raven was only ever late if it benefited him in some way so as usual he was early when he passed through the entrance to Russia Sushi. Taking a seat at the usual table he sat watching the other patrons his mind full of the monster he was to serve soon. His thoughts swapped constantly from tactical planning to how those honey gold eyes seemed to almost undress him at times as they sat across from each other. How instead of his usual scowl that seemed to be his permanent reaction to the informant there was a look of almost frustrated longing. Izaya wondered if he could use this to his advantage but then also wondered if he even really wanted to.
Shizuo walked into the restaurant late as usual and took his seat across from the flea the shadow of his early morning jack still clinging to his mind. Simon then made his way over with their usual orders. They thanked the Russian as usual giving smiles that said don't inquire any further. Simon nodded and left the strange pair to their own devices once again.
"late again Shizzy" Izaya cooed
"why change it now" Shizuo shrugged struggling with the two images of the damned louse that kept swapping out.
"you seem distracted rough morning?"
"something like that"
The raven tilted his head peering up at the brute with curiosity. He wasn't himself no scowl, no biting words. It was truly a sight to see the man seem completely lost, distracted by something he was seeing in the raven. The rest of their lunch went by much quieter than the previous ones as the informant continued to simply study this new side to his monster yes his terribly fascinating monster had just become that much more interesting.
As the week ended, Shizuo wondered what exactly he was going to do with Izaya now that his old plans were ruined by these strange and confusing thoughts. That now echoed through his mind every waking moment since he first realized how attractive the informant could be when he wasn't running that god damn mouth of his. Now Shizuo had long since gotten past his I'm not gay stage back in high school, but he never really did find someone. He could crave or want like he suddenly did now. Every once in a while, he would have a short fling though none of his relationships lasted long enough for anyone to really notice or even care not that he was hiding the fact he was gay, just not shouting it at the top of his lungs like so many others seemed to like to do. He was secure in his sexuality and wasn't one to pretend just for the sake of others either. But he definitely wasn't going to come right out and confess to the flea. Especially since he still hated the louses guts and wasn't sure if it was really love or just lust at this point, but he was going to make sure the flea paid for what he has done.
AN: I hope you like the rewrite of this chapter and of course R&R also constructive criticism is greatly appreciated since I know my writing is far from perfect. Thank you! ~^.^~