Title: My Brother's Boyfriend.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: M.
Warning: Slight AU. Swearing, innuendos, and sexual themes.
Summary: AU-ish. I didn't mind the fact Kasuka was gay. And to be honest, I didn't even care that he had a boyfriend. But that was until I found out who he was.
Note: This is suppose to be around the time Shizuo was framed by Izaya, so yeah. lol ^^
Also, this is edited half way since I'm lazy so sorry about that OTL
Walking back into the house I couldn't help but feel my body temperature at an all time high.
I absolutely hated it. Every part of me that he touched felt embarrassingly warm. Every kiss he placed lingered on my skin…
Why? Why the Hell was my body reacting like that for? Why was it that his kisses made my body shudder? Why was it that when he touched me, I caught myself leaning into it? Why was it that I was getting hard just fucking thinking about what had happened?
Wait—Did Izaya really…
Ugh fuck. I really was aroused and that tent forming was real.
Awh crap.
It was then that I remembered I left my sunglasses outside on the little table, next to the pool chair. I groaned. If I went back to go get them, I doubted I would have been able to leave without either me or Izaya causing a scene.
Well… Him pissing me off to the point where I end up blowing up like the ticking time bomb I was,
Fuck.
He really got under my skin.
Shaking my head angrily, I didn't dare look out the glass door behind me. The last thing I wanted was to see is him crying. As much as I would've liked to see him in pain, especially if he was in pain because of me, I just could not bear to see tears roll down his face like that.
Call it me having a heart, but I just could not bring myself look at him as he cried. There was just something about it that irked me, leaving my confused and alone to ponder my thoughts further. But quickly, I dismissed my thoughts and cleared my head of his tearful expression.
After walking across the spacious living room, instead of thinking of the informant crying, I tried my hardest to make my body forget his touches. Just forget he way his fingers traced my body, the way my body moved in for more when he kissed around my collar bone, the way he rubbed against me…
Fuck, Shizuo! Think of something else!
Think, think, think! Uhm… What about cats?
Yeah.
Cats.
Ok, so, on the way home from Kasuka's interview, we drove by a pet store. Through the window, I saw a white cat on display. White. Like the color of milk. I like milk. This morning I had milk that was in a red carton. Red, almost like Izaya's eyes.
Izaya.
Izaya.
Izaya.
"Shizuo?"
"WHAT?" I growled, whipping my head over my shoulder.
Immediately, my shoulders relaxed. I didn't even notice how tense thinking about the flea made me.
Holding a box in bright wrapping paper, Kasuka doesn't seem to be scared at all.
Usually, people would have been scared if I were to yell at them like that. But since he knew I'd never hurt him, there really was no need for him to be frightened. That, and I was sure he was use to my bouts of anger from our childhood back in Ikebukuro.
"Shizuo?" He said again, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Yeah?"
As I turn around completely to face him, I saw the closest thing to a smile, since we were kids, cross his stoic face. "Tomorrow is my 4 Month Anniversary with Izaya."
I stayed silent.
Four.
Fucking.
Months?
Was Izaya fucking out of his mind trying to pull off whatever the Hell that was out there the day before his anniversary with Kasuka?
The fuck was wrong with him!
"Congrats, Kasuka." I said as nicely as I could to him. But seriously, the day right before their anniversary and Izaya tried to get away with trying to seduce me?
Ugh! What the fuck was I suppose to do? Tell Kasuka?
"Thanks, Shizuo. I even have a gift for him." He said. I can't help but stare mesmerized. That smile… it had been years since I last saw it.
"Oh yeah," I spoke with genuine curiosity. Pointing to what I assume is said gift, I asked, "What is that?"
"It's a picture of him and I taken last month." Despite the monotone voice he always spoke in, I was quickly able tell he put a lot of thought and care into his psent to Izaya.
"Izaya's my first actual relationship, not for publicity, and I wasn't sure what to get him. But from all the teen romance movies I've been in, I've learned that it's always nice to give something sentimental."
Don't let Kasuka's expressionless face and stoic voice fool you. Underneath all of that, he really is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet.
Well… if his body guards let you close enough for you to see, that is.
But my point still sttood valid. Even though he spoke in a way that sounded like he couldn't careless, it wasn't his fault. He was born with that voice. Anyways, just know that despite speaking with no detectable expressions, he wasn't an uncaring block of ice.
Like they say, 'actions speak louder than words.'
And in Kasuka's case, that was 100% accurate.
Even if the sweet gesture was for Izaya, of all people, who in my opinion didn't deserve something like that at all, I couldn't help but smile lightly.
"You must really like him." I say.
"I do." He said back. "That's why I was really hoping you two could get along."
Behind Kasuka, through the glass window, I saw Izaya still sitting there. Suddenly, my head filled itself with the unwanted thoughts of how the flea tried to seduce me. Ugh. How in the world was I supposed to tell Kasuka about Izaya? How was I supposed to tell about how his boyfriend flirting with me?
It would break Kasuka's heart.
That no good, sadistic, fucking flea!
"Shizuo?"
I practically growled, anger starting to build up in the pit of my stomach. Just seeing Izaya made me want to smash his face against a brick wall, "Yeah?"
"Are you ok? You seem to be angry."
Kasuka, Kasuka, Kasuka. I've been doing my hardest not throttle Izaya, who was pissing me off constantly, and am forced to be nice to him, despite him coming onto me even though I had made it clear that I do not like him. And you only noticed my anger now?
Damn.
Either we were away from each other for too long for you not to notice when I get angry, or you were just incredulously oblivious.
"I'm f-fine." I spat with clenched teeth.
With the flea still within sight, I focused on my little brother in front of me. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I am." I spoke with teeth still together and an incredibly fake smile.
"If you say so…"
Buzz.
Buzz.
"It's a call from my manager," He said after pulling out his phone and staring blankly at the screen. I looked at his phone.
Even though he made hundreds of thousands every few months off of movies, things he promoted, and etc, Kasuka was never one to buy into the lastest technology. In fact, the phone he had right then was the one he had when he turned 16. He said he, 'doesn't want the fame and the money to go to his head', so that's why he trids not to take the things he has for granted.
In a sense, he wanted to stay humble and grateful for what he already has.
It made me really glad to know my little brother wasn't a corrupted little fuck like the douche he called his boyfriend.
"I'll talk to you later, Shizuo." I nodded before he made his way to his room on the second floor.
Now glaring at Izaya, since Kasuka isn't here to block my view of that terrible human being, I know I need to go into my room. I know I need to be anywhere where I can't see him. Still looking at him, he hasn't turned his head to look in my direction. That asshole.
When I feel I've scowled at him enough, I turn on my heel and walk to my room at the end of the hall.
Now walking down the spacious hallway to my room, I clench my fists seething. That flea seriously pisses me off! Thinking back to what happened a few minutes ago, my mind starts to replay Izaya's lustful face as he grinded himself against me.
Hands still balled into tight fists, I finally reach my room, and I try to swing my door open as gently as possible. Unfortunately, what I call 'gentle' ended up with one of the door's hinges coming off.
With the door still attatched, I close it carefully and quietly.
After hearing the little 'click' indicating the door closed, I look around my room. There's barely any light coming in from the window next to my bed leaving my room dark and filled with not so eerie shadows.
Walking over, within seconds, I reach the night stand beside my bed. Flicking the little red lamp on, the one corner of my room comes to life. After taking off my shirt, ready to go to sleep and forget about the damn flea, I quickly change out of my swimming shorts and into a pair of white boxers.
Finally changed, I slip into bed and stare at the ceiling before turning onto my side. With my eyes on the red lamp on the small table next to me, I glare.
Fuck.
Of course the lamp would be red.
Just like Izaya's eyes.
As my mind is filled with the image of his pale, blushing, lustful face, I pull the sheets around me tighter and stick my head under my pillow.
"Damnit." I growl quietly under my breath. Just thinking about that little incident near the pool has got my face heating up and my entire body growing hot. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit!
Today really isn't my day.
Fuck!
Chirp.
Chirp.
Rolling over in bed, I can hear the birds from outside my window chirping.
Gah! Shut the fuck up already! Some of us are trying to sleep, damnit!
Rolling over once again, I cover my face with my pillow. A few more minutes or so went by and I start to drift back to sleep. Right when I feel myself fall back asleep, my bed starts shaking.
"What the fuck—"
"'Morning!"
I furrow my brows, "Izaya? The fuck! Get out!"
Jumping on my bed he pouted, "But I don't wanna!"
Tiredly, I push myself into a sitting position. He keeps fucking coming in here while I'm asleep almost every morning. Maybe I should start locking my door every night before I sleep. The last thing I went to see when I wake up first thing is this fucker's face.
Then again… ever since high school, he's had a thing for picking locks. Poor teachers ended up with missing answer sheets for tests.
Turning away from the child—I mean Izaya, I grab my cell phone from my night stand. 10:00 AM. It isn't early, but it isn't late. At least the flea has the decency to not wake me up at 6:00 AM.
After I place my phone back on the night stand, I feel the bed stop shaking. Feeling eyes on my bare back, I turn around to see Izaya eying me hungrily.
"The hell you staring at?" I say angrily, "And why are you even here? Get out!"
Dropping to his knees, he crawls over to me. Positioned in between my legs, he pushes me down until I'm leaning against the head board of my bed. Pouting, he moves his face towards mine.
"Ne! Shizu-chan is so mean to me!" He whines like a little boy as I try to move away.
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
What the Hell? Why… why is my heart pounding really hard all of a sudden?
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
"Haha! You're so hot when you squirm like that~!" He whispers seductively.
Oh crap.
I can feel myself getting hard.
Shit!
"Shut the fuck up and get out, damnit!" I say as he snakes his arms around my neck. With our lips only an inch away, I try my hardest to speak without my lips brushing against his. "Why are you even here?"
He pouted again, his lips lightly touching mine, "Do I really need a reason to be here?"
"Uh, yeah. You do."
"Well if you must know, I was feeling lonely and needed someone to cuddle with." He said before moving down slightly to nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck. "Mmm… Shizu-chan smells nice~"
"Are you deaf or something? I said 'get out.'" I said trying to keep my voice from wavering as he drags his tongue along my neck and exposed collar bone. "And if you're so damn lonely, why don't you go cuddle with Kasuka? You know, your boy friend?"
Moving away from my neck to look at me, our eyes lock. With a small smirk, he moves his face closer to mine once more, "But I think I like you more—"
"Stop it right there." I hiss dangerously. "First of all, if you're planning on cheating on Kasuka, you must be out of your fucking mind. Second, you must be fucking insane to try and cheat on him with me. And third, you must be on drugs or something to think I'd even want you."
The little smirk then twisted and grew into a far more devilish one. I could have sworn I saw an evil, little gleam in his eye too.
"But I know you do." He says as he snakes his way down my body before stopping at the only clothed part of my body. Squeezing my erection through the fabric of my boxers, as I bite back a moan, he says, "This is proof you do, Shizu-chan."
As he began to pump me through my boxer, I can't help but feel disgusting.
Why?
A) It's Izaya, B) I don't have anything wrong with homosexuality, but I'm not gay, C) He's dating Kasuka, and D) It's Orihara fucking Izaya.
What bothers me the most is how weak this is making me. How I can't even control my own fucking body. No matter how hard my mind screams to push him away, I just can't. Right now, my body's succumb to his touch and I can't deny him. I just can't…
God fucking damnit!
"Ne! Ne! Shizu-chan, you're so hard!" He says as he starts to pump me faster.
As soon as his pace picks up, my eyes close. And as if on cue, I fist at my bed sheets and bite my lip. I can't let this little fucker hear me moan.
A minute or so went by, and he shifted his body and kneeled beside me. Still stroking me, he moved his head down to kiss and trail his tongue all over my chest. Picking up the pace once more, I came hard into my boxers.
Panting and flushed, I look at Izaya with half lidded eyes. I can't believe it… Did I really?
With a faint blush on his usually light, pale face, he says, "So, what was that about not wanting me?"
"Get. Out." I growl, still breathing heavily.
Sitting up he cocks his head to the side. "Eh? Why?"
"Just go!" I practically yell.
Getting off the bed, and making his way to the door, I try to ease my heavy breathing.
Seriously, did this all really happen just now?
Opening the door and look over his shoulder, I can see a smirk make it's way onto his lips. "Don't worry Shizu-chan, I'll go. But I know, soon, you're going to want me to come back." And with that, he walks out and closes the door behind him with a little 'click'.
Like Hell I will, Izaya!
Chirp. Chirp.
"Fuck!"
Angrily, I punched at the wall next to my window and watched as all the birds flew away.