Delic languidly stretches on the couch like a satisfied cat. His rear rises as his back curves, arms straightening out fully before hedonistically laying himself out on the furniture. He props his chin up with his hand, watching the man that just ripped his toy away before he was finished playing with it like a television show he happened across while channel surfing. Was he annoyed by the turn of events? Was he stuffing away his anger at being interrupted? Was he even sure of what he felt? Delic couldn't recall the last time a mere human stepped in his way. Witches knew the pushable lines from the impassable ones, there were a rare few that dared. Should he be so exhilarated right now? Was his high from the kiss or from all of the directions he could jerk his puppet now? Am I thinking as myself, the demon pondered.
"My, I'm so curious now." Delic's murmur to himself captured Izaya's attention. The brunet rose from the floor, unconsciously leaning back towards the bodyguard.
Shizuo looked down at the miniscule space between the two of them. "Oi. You wanna key me in here?"
"Shizu-chan just saved me from an attack." Izaya turned one ear towards him. "Thank you..."
Shizuo looked at the back of Izaya's head oddly, unsure of how to respond to being thanked by Izaya. "No problem...?"
What kind of attack was that, though? From what Shizuo could see, he only had a few guesses. He had seen the indents of fingers gripping and pressing against Izaya's face, holding him where it wanted him. What kinda demon attacks you by grabbing your face like that? It had looked like the brunet failed at shoving it away and then managed to hold its shoulders. It hadn't tried to eat his face, there was no blood or marks. Not even bruises from where it had touched him. Celty had froze in shock, she didn't jump in immediately to help Izaya. If it was just violent, Shizuo presumed Celty would've drawn her scythe. If physical harm wasn't its goal, then…
"'Saved' you?" Delic chuckled tenebrously. "You'd make quite the pretty damsel, Izaya." Said man glared back with fire.
Celty retrieved her phone from the floor, ignoring where her helmet had fallen. The demon didn't seem to care about her presence at all, even politely answering her earlier questions. Even if it was obtuse or roundabout with its answers, it was still giving her something to work with. The question on her mind made her feel a bit awkward. No matter what answer she was going to be given, something wouldn't make sense.
Delic pursed his lips when the phone was bent towards his face. His mouth split, laughter peaking uproariously.
"[Are you one of those sexual demons?]"
"No, no. Do you mean an incubi or succubi, Miss Dullahan?" His voice wavered with giggles. "This form has male genitalia, you know? Those types of demons are boringly heterosexual and dull. They don't have much of a thought process beyond that of a starving dog either."
So, what does that mean? If the demon wanted to torment Izaya mentally and emotionally, of all the people Izaya knows, why did it choose Shizuo? There was one of his sisters, one of his parents, Shinra, or even Izaya's own appearance, surely others would've whittled him down easier? The creature had looked sated from that kiss to her. Did it still feed sexually? If it just required contact, it would've only had to hold him down. Why Shizuo? Celty poised her curled hand up as if she had a chin to press it against.
"What kind of strange questions are you asking it, Courier?"
"She was under the impression that I'm eating your sexual energy." The blond chokes back an amused snort. "Though my offer to fulfill fantasies still stands, of course, but I'm no rapist, Izaya. I'm going to require explicit consent."
"You just assaulted me." Izaya bitterly abased.
Delic cocked his head in sincere confusion, "I did not hit you."
The brunet grit his teeth, eyes flickering in Shizuo's direction. He couldn't argue semantics with it without Shizuo piecing things together.
Delic's expression blinks into one of a kittenish nature. "Oh my, you are a bit of masochist though, right?"
Celty suddenly jolts, her shoulders jerking with the motion one would make when whipping their head left and right. From Izaya standing bizarrely close to the man that yells about things such as ringing his neck regularly as if he was providing safety, to the demon wearing the same face with flirtatiously inviting eyes. Erika Karisawa's excited face pops into her mind. No, I don't believe it!
Left out of the loop, Shizuo makes an aggravated growl. This was annoying, both of them were just ignoring him and Celty was freaking out over something again.
"Would you look at that." Delic grins with glee. "She figured it out on her own. I didn't even have to talk about how pathetic your schoolboy crush is, Izaya. It's almost a pity."
Izaya's fists clench, his nails biting into his palm. You just wanted to hold on to that card a bit longer.
"Celty-san." His arms tremble, eyes open and weary with fear and trepidation. His most protected secret is out and no longer something outlandish people like Shinra and Karisawa allude to or chatter on about only to be taken as a joke by others. Celty looks at him and realizes he's indirectly begging her to keep it to herself. To keep it from Shizuo.
She approaches him slowly, tapping the keys on her device. "[Do you think if you told him, it'd have less power over you?]"
"...It still has my life."
"[Is that what that thing around your neck is meant to indicate?]"
Izaya's hand begins to rise to his neck in the same moment Shizuo decides that he's even more annoyed and confused from reading over Izaya's shoulder and opens his mouth to yell at the two for treating him like part of the décor when there's suddenly a flash of electrical static. Izaya's wrist is gripped, halted from triggering the humiliating accessory to disappear, and he startles backwards, pushing into one blond to get away from another in his face.
"O-Oi!" Shizuo holds Izaya's shoulders as he tries to back up, realizing that if he tries any further then they'll knock into furniture.
"C'mon, Izaya. I like it on you. It contrasts and brings attention to your delicious milky complexion." His voice purrs, vibrating into Izaya's ears.
"Let me go, Delic." The brunet stares at the other man, stern and demanding. His heartbeat was growing frantic from the shock of the man swiftly looming over him and, loath as he is to admit it, the compliment. The bones of his ribcage ache from the constant panic and the furious beating from his heart.
Delic lifts Izaya's hand, pressing a kiss to the pulse point before releasing him. The callouses on his fingers caressing the smooth skin as they draw away. Izaya's skin tingles as he retracts his arm, reaching back and tightly grasping the first thing he touches: the fabric of Shizuo's clothes.
Shizuo opens his mouth to complain, snapping shut as the smaller man keeps trying to back into him. He feels the tremble as Izaya seems desperate to disappear inside of him.
"Izaya," both blonds say simultaneously, tones drastically different. The informant heard worry and invite and hesitation and implication and comfort and danger and, god, his mind swims. Phantom pricks itch the inside of his skull and the damp air he swallows down is rank with the cloying scent of spiked liquor.
"Izaya."
He shakes his head, "I'm already allowing you to stay, what more do you want from me?"
"Izaya." He hiccups a choked sob. There are more voices now, he swears there are. A cacophonous chorus of his own name being called. Izaya covers both of his ears with his hands as he crouches down on to the floor, failing to muffle the noise as they continue without change. He could no longer hear the sound of keys being tapped hastily or legs knocking chairs over.
"Izaya." A hand, open in offering, was growing closer towards him, beckoning him. His eyes followed the limb up, wet eyes growing wider with terror. The brunet watched, aghast, as the cherry blossom pink of the demon's eyes bleed over the white and black and bloom a strong glow.
"Izaya, I lo-"
"No!" He cried, voice high with hysteria. "Anything you want!"
"Izaya, I love y-"
"Please! Tell me what you want!"
A single silky voice cuts through the thousands, silencing them all instantaneously. "Come here, Izaya. I'll make it better. I promise." Izaya listens to his own ragged breathing in the deafening quiet as he stares at the open palm in front of him with blurry eyes. It promised? His hand shakes like a dying leaf, hesitating in its creep forward. When his cold, sweating skin meets with dry warmth, he's lifted up like a weightless doll.
Too far gone in whatever was being weaved around him, Izaya didn't notice the hand that tried to grab his shoulder. Nor the yell of his name or loud curse as said hand recoiled with an angry snapping of sparks that charged off of the informant.
"Fuck! What's it fucking doing to him?!" If Shizuo couldn't touch Izaya, then he couldn't even try shaking him out of it. He hadn't gotten a good look at his eyes, but Shizuo's never heard Izaya's voice crack before.
The dullahan backed up, almost pressed against the wall. Whatever that had been watchfully drifting around the air had begun to swirl furiously and the room began to feel like a tea kettle about to scream for reprieve from the heat. She had her suspicions that the demon was feeding off of Izaya in some manner. Saika thrived off of love. If Delic thrived off of heartbreak, it wouldn't want for another. It would want to string Izaya up to pluck him apart as much as possible. It displayed more capability than the demonic sword, so what did it want?
"Once more, okay?" A gentle voice lulled Izaya, wrapping his senses up like a tot in a blanket fresh from the dryer. He nodded dazedly with a sniffle. A hand caressed his face, fingers carefully wiping away the streaks of tears. "You're gorgeous like this." His heart beat faintly, ready to collapse in on itself. A hand was placed against the small of Izaya's back, holding his body flush against Delic's. His legs felt weak, he was already being urged to submit to the other man, so he allowed his arms to loop around the other's neck.
"Izaya," his name was called softly as his head was tilted. "I love you." His eyes widened, newborn tears rolled down his cheeks as his face was brought forward for a kiss.
Outside, thunder roared and lightning crashed from the clear skies.
