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"I can't believe it…" There was a sense of incredulity in his tone.

"You lost." The other man replied.

"Yeah." Izaya blinked in a dazed recognition. "I did… didn ai?"

Shizuo looked at the spectacle he had caused. He had set up a round of shots neatly when they had started. But now the glasses were strewn all over the table. There were small puddles of tequila that spotted its surface.

Shizou's monstrous strength had come in handy in this situation. To fuel his strength his metabolism was rather high, making his body process alcohol at a faster rate. The server only felt a bit tipsy, and by the looks of the Orihara, his body couldn't take much more liquor before he passed out.

He had won the bet he'd made with Izaya... but at what cost?

"Y'know I think I'm drunk… like relly, relly drunk…" Izaya giggled childishly. "sooooo drunk tha I coul jus pass out righ 'ere."

"Please don't."

He was leaning on the Heiwajima. Shizuo twitched as he realized he had just made a horrible, horrible mistake. A drunk Orihara Izaya was much worse than a sober Izaya. He was too energetic, too talkative and too touchy. It was as if all the things about Izaya had been calibrated to a concentration 1000% stronger than how it normally was.

But this should've at least taught him a lesson though. 'Shizue' was to not be messed with, and would never be his personal server again.

Plus the tip would be tremendous.

"Naaaah, a bet'sa bet righ? I'll jus leave sum cash 'ere and you'll never see me again."

At the moment however, he was stuck with this hot mess of an informant, who could barely walk.

He slapped down so many bills it made it his head spin as he stood to leave. The Orihara only made it two steps before tripping on air and falling face first into the ground.

Correction, Izaya couldn't walk at all.

And just then Simon approached him.

"Shizu…e." He looked down at Izaya. "What you did to big spender?"

"Don't look at me, he did it to himself."

"You drunk Shizue?"

"Maybe."

"You smell of vodka."

"Don I always?"

"Not same smell. And usually it cigarettes." Simon paused and looked at Izaya, who was trying pushing himself back up. At least it looked like he was trying to... Maybe. "What you do to him?"

Shizuo sighed. "We had a drinkin contest."

"And you win?"

"Whatdoesit look like?"

"It look like big spender fallen and cannot get up…and Shizue not that far from it."

"'m fine."

"Good. Then you take regular home with you."

"Wait…. WHAT?!"

"I not repeat self. You get regular drunk. You take him home."

"Not to my place!"

"Where he to go? You think Izaya know how to go home like this?"

"I'll ha'v ya know" Izaya said his face now glued to the floor. "tha I am a perfe'kt'ly able boded ccccitizen of the….wha pre'ect am I in?"

The two ignored him.

"Can't he have someone else take 'em?"

"Shizue this is part of job. Take responsibility for action."

He could hear his bosses tone becoming more edgy. On the verge of firing him. Shizuo sighed.

"Well shit." He slinged the man's limp arm over his shoulder and proceeded to drag the intoxicated Orihara out the door like a dead body. "At least he's letting me off early."

Shizou left without another word.

(Kiki) SHIZUO'S PoV

I kick the door to my apartment open and set the tiny brunette on my couch. He drools a bit on my hand.

Gross…

I slip off Izaya's shoes and toss them aside. Taking his jacket off of him was harder than it looked. Just the fact that I was removing an article of clothing off of him made him start with these dirty remarks and he keeps flailing around like an idiot. Buying duck tape on the way back would've been a great idea.

"Ne~ Shizueee~~~ tryin ta seduuucee mee? Ahm a guud lay ya know." The little brunette slurred drunkenly and started spreading his thin legs. "yuh know yu can jus do me if ya likee~~ I bet ya've got a big one~~"

Why is that damn flea in MY apartment?! I couldn't help but wallow in my own self-pity because I'd have to deal with that flea's annoying voice all night.

That's it I'm getting the duct tape. I'm getting ready to leave, when all of a sudden I hear something clang on the ground. It sounds like metal. I look over to see the flee with a flask of god knows what. He's fumbled it, and I'm just glad its not opened yet.

I march back over to him.

"What the fuck is that?"

"h'ome recipice. Goo' schtuff y'know?" I can't tell if he's drank any of it, but he sounds drunker than before. "its reeeeal good."

I snatch the flask from the carpet, unscrew the cap and down it as quickly as I can. I don't need him drinking any of this after the shots we did at the bar.

"Shizu-caaaan~ that was miiiiine~" he whined almost instantly.

"Too baaaad." I replied slurring my words.

Woah.

What the hell was in this stuff?

I don't feel stable.

I feel like I'm gonna fall at any minute.

I need to sit down.

I tripped a few times walking back to the couch. I tried to balance myself on my own two feet but nothing was working.

Izaya laughs at me. "Yer drunk."

"Shuddup" I growl.

"Naaaaah, Shizu-chan's waaaaaaaaaaay drunk." He purposefully pronounces his K with emphasis. "He drank aalllll my homebrew."

"Wha was in that."

"I don know. Shizu-chan drank it all before I could tryyyy" Izaya moaned, filling the room with his drunk despair.
Izaya then curled up crying and sniffling. His ruby eyes sparked as tear droplets fell to his flushed cheeks.

"H-hey don, don, don cry."

"But shizu-chan, I wannned that brew soooo muuuch." He's really cute when he isn't being an asshole. "an, an , an."
He couldn't finish his sentences before bawling.

"Izayuh wuts wrong? " My heart really hurt just looking at the skinny brunette shedding tears in front of me. I can't deal with sad people. So I did what I used to do to Kasuka. I pulled him into my lap and started stroking his hair. We stayed like this for a while and he began to calm down. Guess I didn't need to…what was I going out to get?

It turns out Izaya's the sentimental kind of drunk. It's kind of funny to look at him when he's drunk… his cheeks are a rosy pink and his lips are reddened from biting on them. He also seems to have no problem spilling out everything that's wrong with his life to 'Shizue'.

"An~ an theeeennn Namie started deleting all my cell numberrrsss again an I haf ta deal wif hurr! " Izaya was clinging to me crying about how bitchy Namie can get. Every once and a while he'd mention how interesting his little humans are. "An there's one human that I – I dun thin he's human a' allllll."

"Hmm? Who?"

"This guy…Haywaaahjeeemah, Shizuoooo"

(Kiko) Izaya PoV

It feels so nice, being petted. I have preferences however. I prefer to be drunk in a way, so as to feel a strange euphoria that blocks the rest of my senses (including my common sense to cut you in all the fatal areas I know). I also have a preference to be held, because many have said I am cold heartless bastard. I also have a preference for good looking men. Particularly the brunet who was holding me right now.

It may, or may not have been the wisest choice to get absolutely smashed at the strip club I regulate, but I trusted Simon enough to send me home with someone attractive.

His petting me right now seems to be a bonus. If I were a cat I would purr, and then claw deep into his skin until it burned. This guy really knew how to one-up me.

I thought I could hold my liquor, but this guy, didn't even blink after the fourth round. There are so many secrets shrouding Hakagawa Shizue and I wanted to pry open every one. First slowly working at the cracks, then finally prying his hinges off with a crowbar. Because I had never heard of a Hakagawa Shizue before. Nothing had come up in any database I had and none of my contacts had any dirt behind him. Which is weird for someone working in a strip club.

I always play with my meals before I devour them, and Shizue was someone that I was too eager to sink my teeth in. Maybe my sudden eagerness was what caused me to be so brash. How much could this man be hiding from me? It could not be more than what I hid from everyone else.

I decided to spill some of my daily grievances however. Maybe it would bring me closer to finding out who Shizue really was.

But it seemed that my more… animalistic instincts kicked in before my brain could properly function. I became lost in a sort of haze. I couldn't really control what I was saying. And Shizue's petting was really, really distracting. I'm still questioning his sexuality as we speak. He could not be this good and yet this oblivious.

I began losing myself more in more in little bits of conversation. I brought up a few things, a few coworkers, I think I even stained our conversation with that Brute of a Heiwajima. His brother was so much more civilized, and so much easier to manipulate. He would do anything for his older brother, even make him disappear off the face of the earth if he wanted. And I hadn't seen much of that Neanderthal around…I wonder where he went?

"Heiwajima, Shizuo?" the brunet drunkenly stared back. He was tense. This topic was sensitive to him. Maybe he knew something.

"Yeaaaah." I continued my lackadaisical tone. "He's suh a barbariannnn. He seeeeeees me an the firs fuckin thin 'e does is throw a vendin machine at mah faaaaace."

"Relly?"He continued to pet me, but I seemed to rile him up a bit. I didn't want to stir him up too badly now. I could get whatever I wanted from him in the morning. His knowing something about that disgusting monster made me want him more.

"Yeah. But I don wanna talk abou him anymore." I continued reaching up listlessly towards Shizue's face. "'e leaves a baaad taste in my mouthhh."

He seems sort of uncertain, but we're both drunk, and I don't really care about his uncertainly.

Because there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to fuck him. And I would fuck him. And it would happen to-night. He would come to terms with it. That was a given.

Plus, if Shizue wasn't lying and actually seemed to have a phobia about having sex then this would be the best opportunity to get any information I wanted out of him…and have a little….fun doing it.

Doing it.

Pffft.

I see what I did there.

Very clever myself. Ve-ry clever.

I giggled at my own thought.

"What's so funny?" The brunet questioned.

"Nothing~" I smiled back. And picked a section of Shizue's brown hair to twirl in my fingers.

Because there's nothing wrong with just toying with someone. They're all humans, and I love them equally, in fact they should be gracious about the fact that I, Izaya Orihara, love them all. I just happened to be expressing a certain need to a particular individual at this moment in time. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Nothing.
Nope.
Absolutely…
What was I thinking about again?

Ah yes, nailing this Hakagawa.

"Bu y'know wha?"

"Wut?"

"I think, Shizu-chan can help me get rid of tha nasty taste."

"What do y' mean by that?" He seemed truly confused. And a bit on edge.

"Weeeeell, I think shizu-chan has somethin I want…like righ now…"

"Do y'know some water?" Really? Did I have to spell it out for him?

"Noooo something else….somethin y've been keepin from meeee."

"Yer not getting that brandy baccck." He responded. "I drank it all member?"

"I want to do the dirty...with Shizue."

"Yer not messin up my house, took me a fuggin week to geddit this clean"

…

….

….

THIS BITCH.

"God Shizu-chan I wanna fuck you!" I finally shouted. He looked startled before his face contorted in a confused and then stubborn confession.

"No. I don do guys. Das gay."

"You work ata gay bar."

"'m notta gay dough."

"Well wha if 'm not a guy?"

"You're ah reglar ata gay bar."

"No, no, no, noooo. Don think like tha." I search around this floor. Somehow I didn't notice it to be this messy when I first stumbled in here. But its like a cesspool. And there happens to be just what I need.

I draw up a black tie from the pile.

"Here." I said showing him the piece of cloth.

"Whadoido with this?"

"Weeeell if y' can't see me than you won know is a man."

"You 'ave a penis."

"I can make a verrrrry convincin woman."

He doesn't say anything. He turns his head and won't look at me. The tips of his ears are flushed red and I realize he's blushing. He's shy. I try to hide my laughter.

"You won know the difference."

His mocha colored eyes shift back at me. Actually I'd love to see their reactions to what I'll do to him, especially in this state. Watch them grow wide in realization, of his actions and then figure out that he can't go back to nomalcy - but I guess I'll wait till the morning to see that.

He lets out a warm puff of air and I take that as a signal of consent. I slowly draw the tie around his eyes. Filtering his view, and blinding him from me and the rest of the world. If he thinks that he'll still be himself after this, well, he had another thing coming.

Actually when I'm through with him, his life will never be the same.

And will he ever regret trying to deny Orihara Izaya of the D.

Tree Notes:

Kiki: HAHAHA YEAH WE STOPPED IT THERE! SUFFER WAITING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER HAHAHA! It was cut off right before the smut. Oh yeah, and the speech is clearly and purposely badly spelled because they are drunk.

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