"Try this on."
Izaya looked at the slinky red dress that Shizuo handed to him. He was not sure what to think of the black trim of fur that ran around the fringes and the plunging neckline. Further inspection revealed a radical slit that screamed stripper. There were many times when Izaya's life was something straight from the Twilight Zone but this took the cake in more ways than one. Izaya made a final plead.
"Isn't it a bit short?"
"Nah, it's totally your style. Now strip."
It seemed that there was no getting out of this. He fidgeted.
"Turn around?"
"You're my wife, I've seen you naked before. In fact, I see it all the time and it never gets old. Your personality is bad but I still love you. Plus, you're hot."
Shizuo delivered this very flatly as if it was obvious. All the more reason for Izaya to become aware of the exceeding weirdness all over again. He wondered very briefly why of all delusions that could strike Shizuo it had to be this particular one but in the end it did not really matter.
"Erm…thanks. I, erm, love you too?"
Shizuo suddenly slammed him against the thin wall and kissed him hungrily. Izaya could hardly breathe and answer to the harsh kiss that almost unhinged his knees. Fortunately, or not, Shizuo supported his entire weight with his prodigious strength forcibly sucked, bit and sucked again. Izaya was caught unawares and all of his technique was moot. By the time Shizuo allowed him to get some air back into his lungs Izaya was flushed, angry, confused and gasping for breath.
"Iza-chan…"
In no time Shizuo had torn Izaya's flimsy shirt to shreds, nails brushing tender skin. Izaya had a faint hope that Shizuo would come to his senses or at least beat him like usual once he realized the true status of his gender. It crumbled to nothingness once Shizuo pulled Izaya's pants past his hips and did not stop kissing his neck even as he divested him of underwear.
"No, wait! Wait a sec, Shizu-chan- you'll leave marks!"
"That's the whole point. You're mine. I don't share. So I'm just branding you as my property."
A chill ran down his spine. Possessiveness was scary and made scarier when he was fully naked and vulnerable in Shizuo's hold. Izaya tasted danger and by degrees his naturally kinky nature kicked him as Shizuo roamed strong hands all over his body. Izaya was in a daze until he felt something hard and big pressed against him. It did not take too long to realize what it was. Izaya fumbled for words and Shizuo gave him a cocky smile.
"Like I thought, you're sex starved. How do you think I feel? I haven't done it in ages. Not since we came back from Okinawa and we fucked all the way on the plane."
Izaya had no idea just how Shizuo had concocted all these memories out of nothing. He had a feeling that Shizuo would probably describe the wedding ceremony that never taken place along with the non-existing honeymoon. It occurred to him that maybe it was a very bizarre form of wishful thinking which was insane enough to turn him on considerably.
"And we're…really faithful and happily married, right?"
Izaya knew that this was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth. Shizuo peered deep into his eyes and Izaya could only swallow and try his very best not to freak He cursed his arousal, it was muddling his mind.
"Did you fool around with other guys?"
"No, no, no. There's only you in my life."
Shizuo did not seem at all convinced.
"Right…or so you say. Gotta make sure."
A long thick finger plunged deep inside Izaya who jolted immediately. Pain flared as Shizuo added two more fingers and moved them around.
"Get them out! What the fuck, Shizu-chan!"
Izaya's voice cracked. He thanked whatever gods there were (not the Ikebukuro gods, though. Orihara Izaya was done talking to them and if survived this he would move to the countryside) that his sex life had been on a low lately. It was the first time he had been glad not to get laid but today was full of first times.
"Tight. Guess you didn't go around prowling the streets. Good. Because if you ever cheat on me I'll break each of your ribs one by one and then chop your neck after disemboweling you."
Izaya believed him. His fear kicked up a notch and as usual mingled with lust.