Title: Beautiful Mess
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.
NOTE: Based off the movie Pretty Woman, however, it will have MAJOR changes. And smut.
Though it went unnoticed, Shizuo's lips curled up into a grin.
"You would have done more than that," Shizuo replied rather playfully. Izaya liked the shift in mood.
"Is that a bad thing?" Izaya tossed back, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on Shizuo's shoulders and neck. It was a soft touch, relaxing, yet one that was swiftly driving thoughts of sleep away from Shizuo's head.
The taller of the two was beginning to understand why so many people sought out relationships. His world had always been nothing but business, nothing but trying to out-shine his father. There was no time for something as frivolous as love, so he had never put much thought into it. Sex had been curiosity at its beginning, and then one-night stands from there on out.
Not like this thing with Izaya was a relationship. Both wanted something, and a deal was made. This was business.
But still... it was nice to know someone was going to be there when you came home, ready to take your mind off the rest of the world, if only for a while.
"... I guess not," Shizuo replied, grasping the edge of the shirt in between his thumb and forefinger and tugging the fabric upward. A toned stomach stared back at him, and Shizuo realized the man didn't seem as pale when compared to the crisp white material of his shirt. Tilting his head and leaning forward, Shizuo placed a tender kiss on the skin inches above the raven's belly button.
Izaya's roaming hands stilled as near-ticklish kisses made their way down his stomach. His breath hitched when Shizuo's tongue curiously dipped into and swirled around his belly button, sending a pleasant burn rushing through his middle.
Retracting his tongue, Shizuo tilted his head upwards and locked eyes with Izaya. With a rather abrupt, yet affable move, Shizuo wound his arms around the skinny waist in front of him and stood. Izaya was slightly shaken by the ground suddenly disappearing from his feet, but immediately relaxed when he was hoisted on top of the piano. In their maneuver, Izaya's feet had clumsily fell on the keys, striking a mixture of disassociated notes that hung in the air.
Pulling his shirt up more, Shizuo bent down and captured a nipple between his lips. Izaya's hands flew to the man's blond tresses, running his fingers through them and offering a small moan when a thumb joined in by rubbing insistently against the nub not under teeth and tongue.
"... not that I'm not enjoying this... but I think I'm supposed to be pleasing you?"
It was meant to be a teasing statement, but came out like more of an unsure question. Izaya watched warily as Shizuo pulled back and looked up at him once again.
"Has anybody ever asked you what you wanted?"
Izaya blinked.
"... not really," Izaya muttered. Why would someone pay money and then ask what he wanted? It didn't work like that.
"Hm," Shizuo mumbled, gaze falling down to the small, hardened nub as his finger gently swept over it again. He then lowered his hands to Izaya's pants, letting the crumpled shirt fall back down unceremoniously, "Yeah. Me either."
Izaya's eyebrows furrowed, mind trying to concentrate on the sentimental statement, but the hands unzipping his pants were entirely too distracting. This affectionate atmosphere was making him feel weird, anyway.
"... well, I wasn't expecting something this forward from you," Izaya said slyly, settling back into his normal teasing routine. A small blot of color appeared on Shizuo's cheeks, but he did not hesitate as he cupped his hand around the small bulge in Izaya's boxers and stroked. Izaya's eyes slipped closed, a light hum making his lips tingle as his hips reeled forward to meet each movement. He would occasionally move enough to accidentally strike another key, sending a random music note through their ears.
Shizuo watched his pleasured expression, particularly the slightly parted lips of which short puffs of air were sliding between. Tearing his gaze away, he wound his fingers around the top of the boxers and pulled them down.
Before Shizuo lost all courage, he dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around the pink tip. Izaya's gasp was lost in the racket caused by his heels slamming down on the keys.
"... who are you and what did you do with my prude?" Izaya asked with wide eyes. Abashed, and slightly annoyed by the common nickname, Shizuo looked up at him.
"... you did this to me."
"I am not paying you!"
"So you should just enjoy it and not ask questions," Shizuo remarked, one eyebrow raised.
Izaya continued to stare incredulously. His mind desperately tried to make sense out of the situation, but to no avail. It was all about pleasuring the client, not the other way around!
This was weird.
He felt uncomfortable.
Shizuo took the lack of response as a cue to continue, and slid his mouth around the tip, a testing suck sinking his cheeks inward.
Izaya changed his mind. Screw uncomfortable, that felt amazing.
Shizuo's eyebrows furrowed a bit when the foreign, salty taste of precum entered his mouth. It was... different, but not unpleasing. He slid his mouth down farther, encompassing the hard length in a warm, wet hug.
More keys were struck.
"Mmmah..." Izaya breathed, watching closely as the blond head of hair bobbed in his lap. There wasn't much technique to it... Izaya concluded he could do ten times better... but it was still wet hot suction and Izaya couldn't even think of the last time he'd gotten head. Hell, just the thought of them being in a public place, where someone could walk right in at any moment, made excitement course through him.
Izaya determined Shizuo must not have been thinking of such a thing. Oh well, Izaya was definitely not going to make him aware of it now.
Shizuo grew a tad frustrated when his cheeks started hurting and Izaya had yet to cum. Remembering last night, how quickly he had felt that tightening within his lower stomach, he wondered if he just sucked at this. No pun intended.
He was growing less confident as time went on, until finally he pulled back, taking in a large breath of air.
Izaya opened his eyes, vaguely wondering when he'd closed them, and looked down at Shizuo in question.
Shizuo wiped his mouth with the back of his fist, a frown showing when the fist moved away.
"Is it... not good?" Shizuo asked nervously. Izaya's eyebrows shot up.
"Not good? It was feeling pretty damn good until you stopped," Izaya replied with a grin. Shizuo just looked even more confused.
"Then why couldn't I get you off?"
After a pause, Izaya bust out laughing. Feeling his face flame, Shizuo grumbled and looked away.
Izaya's eyes danced in mirth as his cheeked stretched from smiling.
"Ok, ok, maybe there's more to it than just going up and down. But that doesn't mean it didn't feel good," Izaya replied, nearly going into another laughing fit when he had the urge to pinch Shizuo's cheek like a child. The whole 'being new to this' thing was cute, "I've just had a lot of practice!"
With that said, Shizuo was surprised to see Izaya pulling his boxers up and buttoning his pants.
"As fun as it was to make music like that, I really want you to fuck me now," Izaya spoke bluntly, jumping off the piano and slipping his arms around Shizuo's waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other, "And I get rather vocal. I'm sure others will be able to tell I'm not a piano, hm?"
It was only then that Shizuo fully realized their public situation.
Izaya determined that by the end of this week, he would discover at least three completely new shades of red if he kept looking at Shizuo's face.
"Let's go back to the room," Shizuo mumbled, feeling embarrassed as he wrapped an arm around Izaya's arms and started walking. Izaya chuckled, cheerfully following.
"Sure babe!"
"Don't call me that."
"You always say that! There is nothing wrong with nicknames. … hey, what about Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo balked.
"... not if you expect me to answer," Shizuo replied with a deadpan expression as they left the room. Izaya grinned, turning his upper body and hugging Shizuo's middle as they continued their way toward the elevator.
"But you just answered," Izaya said slyly.
"..." Shizuo didn't immediately respond, pressing the UP button on the wall. Izaya laughed, "You think you're so smart."
Izaya tugged on the front of Shizuo's shirt, lifting his heels off the ground to nibble on the skin right underneath his earlobe.
"I know I'm smart, Shizu-chan," Izaya whispered, before plunging his tongue into the reddened ear. Shizuo shivered, glancing around worriedly.
"Don't call me that," Shizuo answered, though the statement lacked bite.
"You answered again~" Izaya hummed, sliding his hand down the clothed abdomen and grabbing at the front of Shizuo's slacks.
With a ding, the elevator doors slid open. The same bellboy from yesterday came into view, his jaw immediately dropping.
Shizuo swiftly swatted Izaya's hand away from his waist. Izaya just sighed, and snapped his gaze to the bellboy. The young man was looking at Izaya's clothes in surprise.
"Disappointed?" Izaya commented. The bellboy looked away immediately as they got on the elevator, and Izaya raised an eyebrow, "Are you mute?"
"Izaya!" Shizuo reprimanded the rude question.
"No sir," the bellboy responded quietly, refusing to look back at them.
"Huh. Maybe I just leave people speechless. What do you think, Shizu-chan?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Haha, you answered again~"
Shizuo growled, but it had absolutely no affect on the smiling Izaya trying to undo the buttons on the taller man's shirt. Shizuo grabbed his hands.
"Do you have no shame?"
"Aw, bet he'd enjoy the show!"
"No."
"But I'm horny! How can I not be after you just blew me on-"
Shizuo grabbed him, smashing him back against chest while a large hand covered his mouth. Izaya smirked underneath that hand, childishly sticking his tongue out and licking the inside of his palm.
The bellboy simply turned his flushed face up to the changing numbers on the wall, wondering why this elevator ride seemed so long.
After a resounding ding and the sound of shifting doors, Shizuo pushed forward, leaving Izaya no choice but to walk least he get run over.
"Good night," Shizuo spoke politely, nodding his head to the bellboy. It was rather comical with a squirming man in his arms, trying to talk into his hand.
"Reem gro ra re!" Izaya spoke, annoyed that Shizuo decided to walk while still holding him captive. The bellboy waved nervously and hurriedly jammed the DOWN button.
Shizuo finally removed the hand from Izaya's lips when he reached his door, wiping the spit off of it on his shirt with a frown before searching for the keys in his pocket.
"Aw, did you have to do that? Don't you trust me?"
"As far as I can throw you."
"Hm, I don't know if that saying works for you. You could probably throw me pretty far."
Shizuo didn't reply to that, pushing Izaya inside when the door opened. Izaya quickly did a one-eighty, and Shizuo found himself pinned to the door he'd just shut behind him.
"So... where are you going to fuck me tonight?" Izaya whispered heatedly, sliding his leg conveniently between Shizuo's.
Shizuo stared interestedly at the face so close to his. His hand came up, four fingers resting under Izaya's chin and thumb sweeping its way across Izaya's bottom lip.
"... you talk way too much," Shizuo answered. His words were a contradiction to his thoughts, however, which were running wild going over everything in this penthouse suite. If anything, he was trying to hide his embarrassment at actually thinking of possible places he could fuck this man.
Izaya didn't let the insult get to him. Instead, he opened his mouth and encased the tan thumb inside it, sucking suggestively.
Shizuo hastily pulled his thumb away with a cringe.
"That was a public piano, you know. Who knows what kind of germs you just picked up."
Izaya's jaw very nearly dropped, dumbfounded by the statement.
"... you know, normal people would be turned on by that move. Not obsessed over germs," Izaya replied dryly. However, this quickly gave him an idea that made him perk up. With a sly look and a finger teasingly running down the nape of Shizuo's neck, Izaya spoke, "Why don't we take this to the shower then?"
OnlyIntuition: HAHA, literally indeed.
Bloodypleasures: Maaaaaaybe.
Bani... or Not-Bani?: x3 I fixed the errors you pointed out~ Ikemen is basically a really, really hot guy. Izaya is so adorable like this, ne? :3
Giveortake: Hahaha! I love how you made an analogy with two things relevant to this story XD Awesome
Katelyne Crews: Ah, Izaya is a tad OOC here, but thank you :D! And here is your update~
To all readers: *love* Your reviews are awesome, guys~ They make me smile so much :D