One Step: Seventh Step


Shizuo Heiwajima and Izaya Orihara were on good terms. No, they didn't become friends or nor frequented each other. For them it meant less fighting. Instead of trying to kill each other, they would just be contented with inflicting harm and watching the other flee. Perhaps many would view this as a persisting hate and no change in their relationship. But for both men, it meant that they were beginning to get along and tolerate each other presences.

Occasionally, Izaya would drop hints about where each debtor hid or where was his money invested. In return, Shizuo would pretend to ignore Izaya when he saw them and let him carry on his plains. They barely saw each other. Shizuo still wasn't used to his presence and didn't feel like explaining to Tom and Simon why he was getting along with him. Izaya didn't trust him completely as well, and he tried to keep his distance as he always did.

Nothing had changed that much until that night when Shizuo was following one of the debtors. Tom had asked him to follow him and find out what the debtor did with his money without Izaya's help. It was a bit hard to stalk him during midnight without being noticed and losing sight of him. He wondered how Izaya managed to spy on everyone and if he had a sort of 'night vision'.

The middle aged man entered a small pub. He was blinded by the neon decorations and deafened by the loud techno music. The little distraction allowed the man to escape his sight. It didn't matter anyways, he already found out what that man was spending his money on and he should better leave.

"Aren't you the most delicious slut ever?"

Shizuo tried to remember when was the last time he got laid. He knew most girls were terrified of him because his overdrive was also manifested when he was extremely excited and the chat rumors said he made any form of consented sex look as the most horrible rape. When he tried to be delicate and please the girl, he could either A) be slightly turned off, get a weak erection and have average sex B) Lose control, be rough and enjoy it but leave the poor girl sobbing. This was another reason for him to control his anger. No one wants to sleep with someone who loves rough, primitive sex and that would love to inflict harm on the person he's fucking. He really needed to find someone who could take all of his anger in bed and please him. Of course no one is that stupid and masochist to sleep with a demanding, sadistic Shizuo. Having thought of this, he sighed and reached for his cigarette lighter.

He didn't know why, but today he felt a bit needy.

"So, what's your dream sex?"

"Rough. As hard and rough as it can be. It's even better if they leave me defenseless, full of bruises and hand marks on my butt~"

This caught Shizuo's attention. He heard the statement coming from the left side. He decided to take a look at the person who spoke and maybe pay him for some hours of 'service'. He was heterosexual but if this guy could please him more than any girl, then he would forget his heterosexual pride and do him. He was feeling needier with each passing minute.

"Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Ahhhnnn~ I love it when it hurts!"

Shizuo felt his jeans getting tighter. He needed that guy. He was getting turned on just from hearing those words filled with kinkiness. 'I might get a good fuck today.' He though and smiled sadistically.

His smile vanished as soon as he saw him.

Orihara Izaya was surrounded by 3 other men, who were caressing his legs and asking him more questions.

"Do you want to try it with us? We can gang rape you."

"Maybe~"

Shizuo couldn't describe with words what he felt. All he knew was that he dragged Izaya by the collar, carried him like a potato sack on one shoulder and left the pub.

"What the… what are you doing here?"

"IZAAAAYAAAAA…" Shizuo growled.

Izaya's mouth just opened and closed as soon as he felt his jacket and shirt being violently torn apart.

"Aren't you a little slut~?" Shizuo smiled like a madman. It was that same smile he had during his anger fits. Except that this time, the expression on his face was filled with pure, raw lust.

Izaya knew what this meant: Shizuo was out of control and was going to take him in the middle of a dark alley. If he couldn't stop Shizuo when he was angry, how would he stop him when he was horny? In fact, the sole thought of daring to stop him was terrifying.

Besides… Izaya was getting turned on as well. He loved when he was fucked hard and always wanted the subject to thrust into him faster. Until now, no one had been able to please him as he wanted to, they didn't have the energy and/or strength to make him reach a good orgasm. And he accepted that there were times when he imagined how would it be if an angry, unrestrained Shizuo was there on his bed.

It was the first night they had 'hatesex', as Shizuo called it, to protect his pride.

Whenever both guys met by accident in a deserted street, their eyes filled with lust. Soon, they felt that they needed to feel that pleasure more often and they decided to meet on certain places to consummate their lust.