[[M-RATED! Now we're kickin' off the smut!]]
Shizuo pushed the wheelchair out of the elevator, up to the apartment door, took the key out from underneath the mat and headed inside. He was undeniably nervous; palms sweaty, heartbeat racing.
The people in the lobby of the complex had stared at him, like he was absolutely insane.
Of course, who could blame them?
Here was the monster of Ikebukuro, his tall, intimidating figure bent over and carefully, caringly, pushing his arch enemy (who was in a rather pleasant, happy mood, despite him being on his deathbed) around town in a damn wheelchair.
It was like seeing Batman and the Joker skipping about with their arms interlocked, giggling together and throwing flower petals everywhere.
He was relieved to be free of their peering eyes on him, thankful to be in private now.
But that feeling was short-lived, because he was now, well, ALONE with the wheelchair-bound; and he was all too aware of what Izaya wanted him to do next.
"Okay Shizu-chan, take me to the back bed-room, it's just down that hall."
Shizuo nodded, doing as he was asked. He wheeled the information broker up to the foot of the bed.
Ugh, why exactly why he had agreed to do this in the first place?
Answer; because he hadn't been able to say 'no' to those soft innocent crimson eyes, eyes of a man who had little more than an hour or two left to live. The ravenette almost seemingly was able to read his mind.
"I know why you agreed to do this, you know. But... Ne, it's too bad this had to happen so late in my life. Perhaps if I had more time we could have made a habit out of this." The ravenette commented.
"Maybe. But again, I'm only doing this because I pity you." The blonde replied flatly, now bending down in front of the wheelchair and beginning to undo the first couple buttons on the information broker's hospital gown.
Izaya's hand instantly clamped down over the former bartender's, stopping him.
"Ah, leave it on, Shizuo!" He blurted much too quickly. "It's a bit drafty in here."
The blonde furrowed his brow in suspicion, but he said nothing.
He only lifted up the bottom hem of the ravenette's garment enough to expose what he needed to. (Because apparently, the hospital hadn't granted him the luxury of such things as underwear.)
Izaya's cheeks flushed a bit pink, he squirmed a bit in embarrassment and averted his gaze to the ceiling.
"Hey, you're already getting hard, flea." The blonde pointed out, his tone little more than investigative.
"Sh-Shizu-chan."
"So... I guess I should just... do this?"
The information broker shuddered slightly as the other reached forward and took a careful hold of his stiffening length.
"Your h-hands are warm."
The blonde's expression grew genuinely concerned, looking up at the ravenette even as he started to run that hand up and down over the wheel-chair bound's engorged flesh.
Izaya squeezed his eyes shut, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.
"N-No... Not at all..."
Shizuo smiled.
"M'kay, good... I can't believe you're going to be gone... It just seems like it could never, ever happen, y'know? Izaya Orihara can't DIE...!"
The information broker bit his bottom lip.
"Ah, Shizu-chan, let's not talk right now, okay?"
The blonde nodded in respect to his wishes, continuing his ministrations a few moments longer before getting a better idea.
"Oi, Shizu-chan, where are you goin- OH～!" Izaya gasped, startled by the sudden feeling of the heat of the former bartender's mouth enclosing around the upper-half of his arousal.
"Shizu-chan, you don't have to- hah! mmnh..." He protested nervously, at first, but as he became used to the wet, velvety warmth, the gentle sucking and feeling of the other's tongue running over his skin he grew relaxed; with his lips parted and eyelids drooping.
He reached a hand out and weaved his thin fingers into the temperamental former bartender's golden blonde hair, which he found surprisingly soft and silky, considering how often Shizuo bleached it. It was obvious he had never been with another man before. But right now, to Izaya, it didn't matter if his skills were akin to a virgin or a porn star. All that mattered was who was doing it.
A soft moan escaped from his lips and he pushed the blonde's head closer, putting up with the pleasure for a bit longer before releasing himself into the other's mouth.
He didn't give any sort of warning, and it wasn't as if Shizuo knew how to anticipate it; he didn't know what to expect or how to tell when Izaya's climax was coming.
He had to fight the urge to gag, somehow managing to swallow the majority of it but still spitting up enough to have creamy white fluids dribbling off of his chin.
Shizuo wiped his mouth and looked up to the ravenette in the wheelchair.
"So, ah... What next, flea?" He inquired, hesitance filling his tone.
Hesitance and pity.
Izaya refused to make eye contact and spoke in a whisper, his breath still heavy.
"...Pick me up and place me on the bed."
Shizuo nodded, then slipped an arm underneath the information broker's paralyzed legs and carefully lifted him from the wheelchair.
Shizuo was able to carry him as if he weighed no more than a feather; the strength was no doubt an ability from his 'inhuman' side. And yet, this 'monster' was being ever so gentle with him, taking his wounded state into mind. Caring for him like, like a newborn kitten. A baby bird.
Izaya could not recall a time where anyone had ever treated him like this before, much less someone who hated him as much as Shizuo did.
And so he clung all the more tightly.
Izaya found his arms wrapped tight around the other's neck, craving the closeness and the comfort it brought him.
Shizuo climbed on top of the bed and began to lay the ravenette back, only to have Izaya tighten his grip.
"No, wait! Don't, don't do that! It might be, ah, too much pressure on my spine...! please, just hold me..."
The blonde smirked, then pulled him back up and set him in his lap, the hospital patient's groin pressed to his stomach.
Izaya's gaze flickered about, him letting out an uneasy, shaky sort of sigh as he let go of the bartender's neck and began slowly undoing the buttons on his clothing.
Shizuo allowed this, watching his pale, spindly fingers dart around each of the individual buttons on his attire. Once Izaya had finished doing so, he proceeded to push the fabric back, peeling the blonde's vest and undershirt off of his broad shoulders and exposing his quite handsome, muscular upper body.
Shizuo let out a soft purr of contentment, leaning in and smoothly claiming the ravenette's lips. Izaya let his eyes fall closed, melting into the action and becoming lost in the other. His hands roamed over the landscape of his body, every inch something new to him.
"Shit..." He breathed huskily into the kiss, not all that consciously. Shizuo smirked, pulling away briefly.
"What was that, flea?"
Izaya blinked, pausing to figure out how to put what he was feeling into words.
"You could be a male model, you know. Or, hehe, even an actor～ You've got just as good-looking of a face as Kasuka, and you've got this BODY... Ne, these abs here are from throwing all those vending machines at poor little old me, huh～?" He cooed. And he was fully expecting an equally elaborate compliment in return.
"Nah, I can't act."
Izaya scowled, taking in the response. It took him a bit, but his intellectual mind eventually unraveled the packaging of the phrase, almost like a riddle.
Izaya grinned.
"If you can't act, that you can't fake that this, right now, is how you truly feel about me. Isn't it?"
Shizuo blushed, surprised that the ravenette had saw right through a hidden meaning he hadn't even been aware he'd put there himself.
"...Yeah."
Izaya decided to reply with an equally obscure answer, knowing all too well Shizuo would not be able to figure it out.
"Maybe I could teach you sometime."
Before the blonde could even register what Izaya had said, he'd claimed his lips with fervency. Shizuo grunted slightly into his ravenette's mouth as the other's tongue slid over his own.
Izaya could feel the growing lump of his (soon to be) seme's erection pressing up against his thigh, his bare thigh, and it sent thrilling pangs of arousal coursing through his system.
"Shiz-chan," He breathed, briefly separating his lips from the blonde's. "You're already so hard, let's do it..."
Shizuo smirked lightly.
"Ahn, I didn't want to rush you."
"It's okay, Shizu-chan. I'm doing this for you, remember?" He cooed in the former bartender's ear in an attempt to be sultry, but Shizuo shook his head.
"I don't want you to sacrifice what little time you have left for me."
"Oh, no, it's okay!" He insisted. "Shizu-chan, I want this too!"
"Are you sure?" Izaya hesitated only for a moment.
"Yes, Shiz-chan. I'm sure."
The blonde tilted his head back and closed his eyes. The ravenette smirked nervously and pressed forward.
"Shizuo, there's a bottle of lube in the night-stand drawer... if you could get it please."
Shizuo sighed, but did as he was asked. The information broker smiled weakly.
"Please use plenty, Shizu-chan. My body is very delicate right now so it would be best if it slid in easy..."
Shizuo nodded and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers, lifting Izaya's body up with the other hand then placing his slathered fingertips at the ravenette's entrance.
Izaya gasped, tensing up a little.
"Shiz'-chan, it's cold."
The blonde dipped his head, caressing the skin around for a few moments before stating,
"I'm putting my fingers in now."
Izaya grit his teeth as the former bartender did, well, exactly as he said he would.
"Shiz'-chan, more lube... Please."
Shizuo once again did as he was instructed, then set to working the gel-like liquids into a hot slick inside the velvet of the information broker's body.
"Add just a little bit more."
"But it's already dripping out of you-"
Shiz'-chan, please."
Shizuo cursed under his breath, but he still complied. Izaya couldn't help but moan, the other's touch was firm and purposeful, and he arched his back when his fingers grazed against the sensitive bundle of nerves within himself.
Perhaps the monster deserved a bit more credit than Izaya gave him, as he was surprisingly talented with this portion of intercourse, and that at at least.
"Alright.. Ah, I think, I think you can put it in now, Shiz'-chan."
" 'Kay, just a second, I haven't quite gotten it up all the way..." He mumbled, reaching down and unzipping the fly of his pants.
"You're not going to take your pants off?" Izaya inquired. Shizuo shook his head.
"Nah, I'm just gonna pull it through the hole. Why, is that not alright with you or somethin'?"
Izaya was feeling a bit jipped, but he could tell from the blonde's irked tone of voice that it would be best if he just kept his mouth shut.
"No... it's fine. As long as we're having sex, that's all that matters."
Shizuo rolled his eyes.
"You're still so shallow, Izaya. You're dying and all you care about is getting in somebody's pants before you drop." He pointed out, now beginning to pump himself. Izaya scowled. This wasn't exactly going the way he'd planned it to. The blonde was still so... Hostile.
"It's not like that." The ravenette argued.
"Yeah, it is. Let's just not do this, then."
"No, wait! Shizuo, I want this! Please!" Izaya begged, grabbing his shoulder. Shizuo smirked cruelly.
"My point. You're shallow."
"Whatever. It's not because I'm shall-" He began to mumble under his breath, cut off when the blonde all at once lifted him up by his hips and thrusted inside, his length slipping into the other's body with ease due to the (excessive) amount of lubricant; much like a hot knife through butter. Izaya let out a long, ragged moan, clinging on tight for his life.
"Shizuooo~! Oh, please be more careful! You're starting to take your anger out on me...~!" He shrieked, his tone a mixture of pleasure and distress.
The blonde hesitated.
"I'm sorry, Izaya, I just, I don't really do sex, I don't need it..." He murmured looking up longingly at the other and hoping that he would see things the same way.
Izaya squeezed his eyes shut.
"Ahah, Shizu-chan, MOVE! You can't stay in one place, ah, it hurts!" He whined, speared by the other's unflagging hardness and filled to his very brim.
Shizuo swallowed, a bit dismayed, but he shifted his hips and began to buck them upwards.
Izaya tried his best to balance himself, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the blonde's shoulders as Shizuo's movements rocked and bounced his body, up and down, up and down. As the situation progressed Izaya's soft cries and moans grew husky, the blonde began to take to the motions and direct waves of pleasure, all hesitant thoughts pushed out of his mind in favor of the sex.
The air around became thick and heated, filled with grunts and groans of lust, harsh, wet sounds of flesh being assaulted by flesh, creaking of mattress springs.
Shizuo kept a steady pace, making each thrust deliberate but always conscious not to put out more than the frail hospital patient could take.
He held the uke in place with a hand on either side of his waist, moving his hips back and forth in a fluid motion, rhythm, liquid.
Izaya claimed his lips passionately, kissing his seme before trailing his mouth down the blonde's jawline and neck. Butterfly kisses.
"Shiz'-chan..." He breathed, his hands tugging needily on the former bartender's clothes.
"Please, lay me down on my back, I want more..."
"Are you sure you can handle it? I don't want to hurt you."
Izaya nodded vigorously, gasping out with breathy, wanton moans.
"Yes, I can take it... I fucking need it, you're so good and I'm already so close... hahn..."
Shizuo dipped his head obediently, then gently let the wounded information broker fall back onto the mattress and into his awaiting arms. Izaya held on to the blonde's shoulders as he immediately set back to work, settling himself more snugly up between the uke's thighs.
Izaya arched his back in pleasure and cried out the seme's name; the new position allowing each of the blonde's thrusts to penetrate him deeper, every time he bucked his hips into the other his engorged length struck in just the place the uke needed it most.
"Sh-Shizu-CHAN~! Pick up my legs~!" He begged, and this time the blonde was eager to satisfy those wishes. He held the ravenette's legs up around his waist and pumped himself in and out of the other's writhing body, much to Izaya's delight.
Shizuo was becoming increasingly aware of just how much more of this he'd be able to take.
"Hah, Izaya, I'm real close, close, I can't do this much longer...~" He gasped, gritting his teeth tightly.
"Shiz'-chan~! I'm close too! Please, keep f-fucking me...!"
The blonde reached around and took hold of the uke's swollen length, pumping his fist rapidly over the flesh, letting go of the ravenette's legs in favor of grasping onto his hips for leverage, delivering several forceful thrusts.
Izaya's eyes rolled back up into his skull and he threw his head back, crying out for the other as he reached his climax. He couldn't help himself; he lifted his legs and locked them around the seme's waist, all on his own, hands clutching tightly onto the blonde's shoulders and not about to let go.
A sudden realization, a rush of anger surfaced in Shizuo's mind. Something was wrong, but those thoughts were swallowed up and buried by a wave of pure pleasure as the ravenette's insides contacted around his length, like hot, wet velvet; his vision flashing white as his body tossed itself into the throws of climax.
Izaya grabbed the blonde's face and kissed him aggressively, moaning as the seme filled his insides with his sticky, glue-like release.
The ravenette's legs dropped back down to the mattress just as the blonde had emptied himself completely.
Shizuo held himself over the other, panting as he caught his breath, before pulling himself from the information broker's body and wiping away what spilled out. Izaya whined, already missing that warmth that had so welcomely assaulted his insides. Shizuo made somewhat of a face at him as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his fly before falling back on the bed next to where Izaya lay.
Sweat dampened, out of breath, hair sticking to their own foreheads, both staring at the ceiling and basking in the afterglow.
"Huhhh... damn, Izaya... That was really good. I needed that."
The ravenette smirked, curling his toes nervously and adjusting his hospital garb so it covered himself again.
"Nyaa~ Flattery, ne? Of course it was good, Shizu-chan. If there's one thing Izaya Orihara has a talent for, it's sex... Sex, parkour, and of course, manipulation. Pity I didn't have my knife with me. I could've done so many erotic things with my blade.~"
Shizuo laughed and wrapped his arms gingerly around the information broker's body, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Izaya swallowed uneasily.
"Eheh, I'm really gonna miss you, Izaya..." The blonde murmured, his voice muffled by the bed and the other's flesh. The ravenette rolled his eyes lightly, his crimson irises catching some of the faint light in the bedroom.
"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone else to throw things at, brute." He teased, smiling.
But when the other gave no reply, his face fell.
"Shizu-chan?" Once again, he offered him no response, but a few moments later Izaya noticed the seme's body trembling, and the blonde let out a barely-audible whimpering noise. The ravenette's heart skipped a beat.
"Oi, c'mon, Shizuo..."
Another whimper. The area of his neck where the former bartender's face was buried was starting to become increasingly wet.
"Shizuo, you're crying."
The blonde stopped for a moment.
"I KN-KNOW THAT GOD DAMMIT!"
Izaya jolted at the sudden outburst, right in his ear, for that matter. He held his tongue despite such, carefully placing a hand on the former bartender's back.
"Ne... Shhhhhh... shhhh... shh..."
His attempts to comfort were awkward at best, and they did little to give the blonde solace.
"God dammit Shizuo, please don't do this..." He tried, rather exasperatingly. Shizuo was not having any of it.
"W-What am I supposed to do now-?" He sputtered, refusing to show his face, because, hey. He was Shizuo fucking Heiwajima. He was supposed to be strong, not emotional, to breaking down like this. No one needed to see him at his lowest, even if they WERE going to die within the next hour or so.
"Shizuo... look at yourself. The strongest man in Ikebukuro is whining and crying like a damn baby." The ravenette sneered, pulling the reputation card.
"I don't c-care! I don't want you to d-die...!"
Izaya wasn't feeling especially patient, however.
"Ugh, Shizuo! Suck it up for god's sake! Whining isn't gonna change anything! I'm dying! I'm kickin' it tonight! That's that!"
He snapped angrily, giving the blonde a particularly hard shove, surprisingly forceful, given his injured state. But even so, Shizuo still remained locked in place. He was silent for a short while before breaking down completely, and the dark room was soon filled with the sounds of his now-unhindered sobbing. The ravenette's neck grew soaked and sticky, him becoming increasingly suspicious that the blonde had, well, 'snotted' on him. He was a bit disgusted, to be frank, but that emotion was overwhelmed by a feeling of disturbing guilt. It was the noises; the noises noises the other was emitting that unsettled him the most. Bizarre, ugly noises that made him feel extremely, extremely uncomfortable. He didn't like the noises; he wanted to get as far away from the noises and the grown man who was making them as he possibly could.
"Shizuo," He blurted, breathless, but firmly. "I want you to take me back to the hospital."
The blonde's strong arms squeezed around his body desperately with a force just short of crushing. An image of a wounded zebra in the grasp of an anaconda snake flashed briefly through Izaya's mind.
"NO."
The sudden change in the other's tone truly scared him, made his heart race.
"Sh-Shizuo.. Let go of me."
"NO." There it was again.
A flat-out, absolute refusal.
He was afraid now, the possibility of him ever getting out of his own apartment was growing increasingly smaller and smaller by the minute.
And Izaya knew, in the back of his mind, exactly what words would be his key to freedom; but he dared not say them.
He'd worked so hard, and saying those words would destroy everything.
"I won't let them kill you! I won't let them take you away from me!"
Shizuo's words attacked his heart and left gaping holes.
"...Shizu-chan..."
"I can't let them take you from me! I don't know what I'd do if you were g-gone! Izaya!"
Izaya closed his eyes and sighed.
"Please, Shizuo... you have to let go of me."
The blonde grew more distressed.
"No' I c-can't! You don't un-understand! I know we've only spent time like this for a few hours but I keep feeling' all weird and stuff and if I let you go then I... I, I just can't do it!"
Izaya felt himself beginning to panic.
"Nononono, Shizuo, Shizuo please don't say-"
"Izaya, god, I l-love you...!"
The ravenette's eyes widened in horror.
"And that's why... That's why I can't let you go... I spent time with the real you and I'm falling in love with him..." The blonde's voice was no more than a hoarse whisper.
"Ugh, Shizuo, you don't really mean that, you don't love me, you hate me, I did all those awful things to you-"
"No! I've never felt this way about anyone else before! Ever! I know what I'm feeling! I fucking love you!"
Izaya's gaze flickered down to the mattress.
"Don't say to me... Don't make this any harder than it has to be... Take me back to the hospital..."
And as he spoke those words himself he felt hot tears of his own attempt to well up in his eyes, but the ravenette forced them away. Shizuo saw this, and perhaps it was this that finally numbed a breaking heart enough for him to allow the other to fall from his grasp.
Love like sand slipping through the cracks between his fingers.
Like trying to hold onto smoke as it trailed away.
He'd spent so much time hating, he'd missed the train.
"...Y-Yes... Okay... I'm so sorry..."
[[ I': To be honest I teared up a little bit while I was typing this up. w
And, I kinda lied, earlier... *finger twiddle* I don't have the time (at the very moment) to upload all the way to chapter eight. Hehe...
I might be able to update later today, if not then tomorrow or later during the week. I cannot say for sure, however. :I
Hey, be happy. I gave you butt sex up there. ^ ]]