I don't know if I'll update tomorrow, so here goes: I'm leaving for an Anime Con this weekend, so I'll probably surprise you guys with a new chapter on Monday. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I do writing it.
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Disclaimer: Don't own DRRR.
Izaya lived in his own apartment and if that wasn't weird, apparently, his parents and sisters lived in another city.
"Seriously?" I said. "You live alone?"
We entered his apartment and the first thing I saw was how modern his furniture seemed. The walls were elephant bone white, anything else charcoal black. Izaya threw his keys on the counter next to the entrance and motioned for me to take off my shoes. I gladly did, since his floor was covered in a very soft looking rug.
I wondered how many people he has fucked on his floor.
"Let's just say I'm a very responsible person," he said and disappeared into the kitchen. I figured I could make myself at home and entered his living room.
It was as modern as everything in the house, a plasma TV standing in the middle, accompanied with a comfy looking couch. Izaya had more than three paintings on the living room walls, making it look something more human. He returned from the kitchen with two glasses of see through liquid.
"Vodka," he said and raised the glasses. I scrunched my nose. "Don't be a pussy. I'm going to mix it with syrup just for your sweet tooth."
"How do you know I have a sweet tooth -"
"Observation."
"Okay."
He fetched some cherry syrup and mixed the drinks. I haven't had any alcohol for two years, so having just one would change my sober state into a slightly drunk state. If it meant this day would end sooner - fine. I needed relaxation.
It was hard sitting around in Izaya's apartment without my hoodie on. My skin was not used to open-air situation, so I was shivering ever so lightly. Izaya gave me my glass and raised it higher.
"To our hang out and to our future together."
I didn't cling. I just gulped everything down in one go. Izaya looked impressed.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked.
We sat down on his couch, Izaya way too close for my liking. I shuffled further away and could almost feel him rolling his eyes.
"Anything is good," I said, wishing I still had a drink in my hands. Izaya was slowly sipping his. I could tell he wasn't into the sweet taste of the syrup but he didn't show it.
"Fine," he said. "We're going to watch Avengers."
I snorted. "The Avengers? Wasn't that a Marvel movie?"
"I'm a bit obsessed with Loki," Izaya said while flipping his TV on. "And by 'a bit' I meant 'absolutely'."
"He's the bad guy."
"He's misunderstood."
"Like you?"
"No, I'm fucked up."
"I agree on that one."
He opened his usb drive, revealing an impressive amount of movies in full HD. I couldn't say I was not interested in what movies Izaya liked watching. He wasn't relaxed when being with me. It made me wonder - was ever Izaya relaxed and his real-self?
He pressed play and leaned back.
As I was expecting a normal, silent hang out with a movie, Izaya decided against it.
He started commenting on everything. Every single line, he'd say something. He'd explain theories, pause the movie and tell me a random fact about quantum physics or some random bullshit.
I couldn't believe I'd like the way he was talking. I was eager to listen to his new facts or comments or whatever that came out of his mouth. Izaya had that stupid charm in him. I hated myself for liking his company too much. I didn't feel how we ended up closer to each other again. How his shoulder touched mine and how I leaned into him whenever he paused the video again.
We ended up watching the movie for three hours, one hour consisting mainly of Izaya's blabbering.
He rose from his seat, announcing it was time for more Chinese food. This time, we tried fried dumplings, and they were pretty good.
Izaya insisted I pick a movie next. Being a bit dizzy from the alcohol, I took a shot and asked if he had something funny. He immediately found '21 jump street' and pressed play. I waited for the upcoming storm of commentary, yet he didn't talk.
He just watched the movie without speaking anymore.
I was getting a bit uncomfortable seeing that Izaya was not really into the movie. I didn't like the silence or how the wind from the open window licked my unprotected skin.
I quickly grabbed the remote and turned to Izaya.
"You're silent."
He didn't spare me a glance. "I'm thinking."
"You're always thinking and talking at the same time," I said. "I know something is wrong."
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, finally looking me into the eye.
"Yes."
He breathed in. "I can't control myself around you," Izaya said. "You're all I think about these days. It's been what, a week since I officially got to know you?"
This time, I didn't answer.
"I've been observing you for the past year and now that I kissed you, your idiotic blond head won't leave my thoughts. Do you know how many times I've mentally fucked you on this couch?"
"I'm guessing a lot."
"More than 14 times this week," he said."As I said before, I don't fuck unless my partner wants me too. It's frustrating. Not only sexually, I guess. I can't concentrate in work, at school, anywhere."
"Not my fault you want me," I said. Our shoulders were still touching.
"I'm a man of my word, Shizu-chan," Izaya said. "I just want a good lay without being judged or worshiped. Kissing you was something else entirely. I felt the electricity between us. I can't count the times I wanted to feel the real thing when we're tangled up and moving against one another."
His words took me aback. I don't know what made me do what I did after - it certainly wasn't the alcohol.
It was probably the lack of touch in two years. The lack of passion or sex. I wanted to feel his body next to mine, endure the pain he'd cause while dragging his nails down my back.
I wanted his muffled moans in my mouth while I pleasured him in various places.
I touched his chin, turning it to me. My eyes met Izaya's and it was as if he wasn't even surprised. Of course the fucker knew I'd agree with his completing his list. As if he knew I wanted to damage myself in ways different from cutting or drinking myself to death. He was aware of my wish to destroy myself spiritually.
His eyes fluttered closing, his lips slow on mine. I moved upwards, quickly dragging Izaya in my lap. He wrapped his legs around my hips, causing our crotches to shift against each other. The long awaited moan from Izaya was what caused my whole body to react faster, harder. I kissed him like he was medicine and I was dying. Our tongues danced together, fighting for dominance without hesitation. I grabbed the hem of Izaya's shirt, urging him to lift his arms so I could yank it over his head. We broke apart for a mere second, that's how long it took to make him sit half-naked before me.
My hands roamed over his chest, pinching half-hard nipples. Izaya's breath hitched and I heard a soft whimper coming from his throat. He arched into my touch, begging for more attention. I kissed down his throat, leaving trails of saliva. Izaya leaned his head back, letting me enjoy the saltiness of his skin. I sucked on his flesh, leaving more than three kiss marks in my way. Izaya lifted his hands once again, directing my head so we could taste each other's lips again. He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. The way he bit into my bottom lip and dragged it toward himself was why I was over the edge.
I thrust up, grinding our covered erections together. I was surprised to find out Izaya had a harder boner than mine.
He drew back, took one glance at my shirt and wrapped his fingers in it. Then, he moved quick - ripped the shirt with such strength, I didn't think it was possible when Izaya looked so fragile. His face was flushed with lust. I looked into his crimson eyes, searching for feelings.
Nothing.
Hollow.
And I welcomed it.
