Author's note: Longest chapter in the whole thing :D Here comes Shizaya! No more teasing this time :)
Enjoy this chapter you Shizaya fans :)
It was dark when Izaya returned to his apartment, strolling in and hanging up his coat. He removed his shoes and socks, padding over to his fridge. Humming contently as he poured two glasses of strawberry milk. Taking them, he slipped silently into the living room. The hairs on the back of his neck had risen, warning him of danger but he wouldn't stoop so low as to fear this intruder. He placed the glass down on the table in front of the blonde before sitting on the chair to his left, calmly taking a sip from his own glass.
"I'm surprised Shizu-chan. Usually when you visit, I find myself in need of a new door." The blonde grunted in reply and Izaya gestured towards the drink, tucking his feet beneath himself and curling up on the chair, elbow leaning on the armrest. "It's not poisoned or anything." A growled out response was his thanks.
"I'm not here to fight you Flea." Izaya raised an eyebrow but kept quiet, silently waiting for Shizuo to continue. "I..." The blonde stalled and Izaya could see him lose his nerve, changing tactic. "Do you like me Flea?" Now that, Izaya hadn't expected. Draining his glass, he placed it on the table next to Shizuo's untouched one.
"Like you?" He scoffed. "What on Earth made you think I liked you? Why would I like a monster like you?" He stood, staring down at the blonde, whose glare could be seen through his shades. Why did he wear them even at night time? Izaya frowned. "Are you drunk Shizu-chan?"
"Shinra said you talk about me when your birthday comes round..." Izaya felt the frown become a scowl. Shinra needed silencing. Izaya made a mental note to try or at least make Shinra's life worse. "I've seen the tapes." Izaya felt his body tense but he kept his calm expression even as his heart skipped.
"Tapes?" He asked as Shizuo's face flushed.
"You know what tapes. The ones where I'm drunk." Izaya shook his head, keeping to his charade.
"No." He carefully began to back away towards the door. Shizuo's growl told him that the blonde had noticed his movement so Izaya gave up all pretence and spun on his heel, speeding towards his destination. Just as he thought he'd made it, he found the door slammed in his face and his body forcefully pressed against it.
"Liar." The harsh tone of Shizuo's voice gave him chills and Izaya turned in his grip.
"You hurt me Shizu-chan, I don't know what you mean. I know nothing about any tapes. Why would I lie to you?" He drawled as the blonde glared down at him. Why he felt it necessary to poke the tiger, he didn't know but he really couldn't help it. The glare darkened and Izaya felt the familiar thrill of excitement that usually preceded their fights.
"The tapes where I touch you." Izaya flinched as Shizuo grabbed his arms, limiting his movement. There'd be no chase today. Izaya scowled inwardly, Shizuo was gripping too tightly into his skin. He kept his expression confused despite knowing what was being talked about. " Where," The blonde lowered his face, nose touching Izaya's as his breath ghosted between them. Izaya shivered as Shizuo's tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. "You," Closer. "Liked," Closer, almost upon him. "It." A clumsy kiss was begun and Izaya shut his eyes, shaking but unresponsive. He wouldn't give in, he chanted in his head, he wouldn't fall for Shizuo's teasing. The blonde pulled away seconds later and Izaya opened his eyes to glare at him.
"As I said Shizu-chan, I don't know what you're talking about. What you're doing right now is considered as molestation, any more and it'll become rape." He ignored the slightly breathless quality in his voice, the venom he'd tried for was too feeble to really notice. Izaya's control was slipping again and Shizuo seemed to notice, blonde eyebrow tweaking upwards, large body pressing closer to Izaya's lean one.
"Really?" Izaya pursed his lips, fists clenching as he resisted the urge to give in. He turned his head away, looking for one of his hidden blades. In a fight he had a better chance of evading him but as it was he'd lose sooner or later since his usual trick of destroying minds never worked on Shizuo.
"And if I did?" A big hand cupped his chin, turning it to face Shizuo.
"What?" Izaya huffed. Stupid blonde, making him explain everything.
"If I did know about the tapes?" He stated and brown eyes locked onto his, shades lost during their struggle.
"You have feelings for me?" Izaya swallowed, unable to turn away in this position. He was cornered.
"I never said that." He grumbled as Shizuo's thumb ran over his lower lip. The blonde chuckled, eyes glinting.
"You don't have to, Izaya~" Izaya watched as he grinned down at him, the blonde forcing his lips to Izaya's once more. Shizuo's tongue ran along his lip briefly. "Hmm." The blonde pulled away, eyes bright as Izaya trembled. "Strawberry milk~" He purred. "My favourite."
Shizuo could feel Izaya shaking in his grasp, his eyes picking up the brief glimpses of desire that passed through the smaller male's gaze. He'd thought about it all day and now he knew that he had feelings for the Flea, he'd fully accepted it. It didn't matter to him why he felt this way, now he did all that really mattered to him was whether Izaya felt the same. He leant down again to kiss Izaya's lips, running his tongue over his bottom lip, feeling the slight give as Izaya half complied to his silent plea for entrance.
Shizuo knew Izaya was proud and would probably never admit to any feelings but years of knowing the Flea gave Shizuo enough knowledge to realise that Izaya was acting weird. Shizuo knew he wasn't particularly smart but he could read people almost as well as Izaya could, it'd come in handy in his debt collecting and it came in handy when dealing with the Flea. He knew that the Flea felt something. He could see it in his feeble struggling and in how easily he succumbed to his advances.
Shizuo pressed his tongue against the Flea's lips forcing it through the open barrier of Izaya's teeth and slipping it into his mouth. He memorised the taste as he moved his tongue against the informants, jostling him into returning the action and beginning a desperate struggle of wills. Izaya whined, breathing heavily through his nose, trembling in his grasp. Shizuo smirked, nipping at the brunette's lip, enjoying the startled gasp it drew from his prey. He pulled away, looking at the Flea's tightly shut eyes and trembling lips. He liked this, chuckling, he leant closer, breathing down the Flea's neck, mouth by his ear. "Izaya~" He smiled widely at the Flea's whimper, muffled but loud in the empty apartment. Shizuo felt his blood run quicker through his veins, it was so strange to be in control, to see Izaya's well maintained masks slip and crumble. He could see Izaya becoming desperate, eyes opening and searching wildly for an escape route. Sighing, Shizuo pulled Izaya's arms upwards and placed them onto his own shoulders. It was a risky move yet he knew Izaya preferred knives to hand to hand combat otherwise he was in a great position to be strangled. Shizuo felt Izaya tense beneath his hands as they slid down from their positions to land on the informants hips. He kissed unresponsive lips before nuzzling his head into the crook of Izaya's neck, breathing against the pale skin exposed there. Oh, how he wanted to taste it. His tongue slid out without warning, leaving a wet trail over the Flea's skin.
"Ngh." He could feel Izaya's hands grip his vest as the whimper fled the brunette's lips. He nipped, marring the vast expanse of untouched flesh. "Shizu-chan!" Izaya gasped and Shizuo bit harder, sucking the skin and working a dark mark into existence. The Flea's taste taking over him, igniting his desire. The Flea whimpered, hands clenching tightly, mouth clamping shut, muffling any more noises that escaped without permission. Shizuo chuckled at the useless attempt, licking upwards towards the Flea's ear, catching the scent of smoke in his hair. He dismissed it from his mind, more important things to think of at the moment. He nipped at the lobe feeling Izaya twitch. Shizuo pulled away, catching red eyes open and alert, face flushed red. Grinning, he teased the smaller male.
"Give in already Flea, I know you want to. I know you want this." He let his hand slide upwards beneath the informant's shirt, sliding over warm skin, pushing the shirt upwards as it moved. The Flea's heartbeat quickened and Shizuo could feel it through his palm. His thumb grazed a nipple and Shizuo watched the Flea scowl, face flushing further, contrasting harshly against the rest of his pale skin. Shizuo ignored him, leaning down and working over his mark again as his thumb kneaded at the nipple, feeling the nub harden as he pinched it. Izaya's tremors were becoming stronger and the silence was filled with the informant's harsh breathing. He gripped Izaya's hip harder as his other hand slid from the nipple, over the flat stomach, skimming the Flea's bellybutton and settling on the waistband of his pants. He felt Izaya tense again but no resistance came so Shizuo continued. His fingers skilfully unclipped the belt, buttons following soon after and revealing the bulge of Izaya's arousal. Shizuo smirked, hand moving to grip it, kneading it through the fabric of the Flea's boxers. A small gasp broke free and Shizuo felt proud to be eliciting this reaction from the other. Long fingers dug into his shoulder as the Flea tried to keep his composure. Shizuo pulled away, looking into the brunette's face. Red eyes were blazing, glaring at him. The trembling had become stronger, the brunette now vibrating unsteadily. Shizuo held back a laugh at seeing Izaya so flushed, desperately trying to hide his emotions, teeth biting hard into his lip to prevent any noise escaping. Tutting, Shizuo captured Izaya's lips, pulling the lower one away from his teeth, sucking at the broken skin. He felt the informant whimper, hands pulling at his vest. Shizuo pressed closer, the Flea was nothing if not determined. But two could play at that game. Growling slightly, he stopped rubbing, hand sliding beneath the wet fabric, feeling warm precum wet his fingers as he gripped hard, drawing a pained gasp from the smaller male.
"Hn." Izaya squeaked at his touch and Shizuo eased his grip slightly, feeling the heated flesh begin to slide from his grip. He tightened it again, making sure his grip was looser than before.
"Izaya~" He called, kissing the other again as his thumb rubbed over the head of the Flea's erection. The informant jerked, hands clenching tightly, nails scraping his skin even through the fabric.
"Shit." Shizuo raised an eyebrow finding it strange to hear Izaya cursing. Izaya was doing a great job of holding back otherwise. Shizuo pulled his face away, tongue sliding out to wet his lips as he continued his ministrations. The brunette's head dropped and Shizuo heard the strangled moan that escaped, feeling the Flea's hips rock slightly. He was obviously desperate for release or even the slightest bit of friction. Shizuo pressed his forehead against Izaya's forcing the other to look upwards. He wanted to see his face. Red eyes pleaded with him, glare forgotten at the moment, flush dark across his cheeks. Shizuo liked this face. The half-lidded desperate look in the Flea's eyes, as he fought with his desires and lost, was priceless.
"Izaya~" He rubbed the tip again, feeling the moisture recollecting almost immediately. He could almost physically see Izaya lose to his emotions, eyes clouding slightly as the smaller body leant into him.
"Shi, Shizu-chan." Izaya whimpered and Shizuo stilled. Izaya whined. "Shizuo." Drunk Shizuo had taught him well. Smirking, he resumed his touching, capturing Izaya's lips and feeling the solid pressure as Izaya kissed back, body pressing closer. The Flea had finally given in. Shizuo licked the brunette's bottom lip, finding it opening at the touch, allowing access easily. Thin fingers un-knit themselves, rising and lacing into his hair, pulling him closer as Izaya gave up all resistance.
Izaya felt his knees begin to give, desire sapping his strength. Strong arms caught him, picking him up with ease. Izaya ignored it, too busy exploring Shizuo's mouth with his tongue, enjoying the taste of the blonde, nicotine only faintly present. He felt the chill of his silk sheets against his back as he was lowered from the warm grasp and the blonde moved away. He whined at the loss until he noticed Shizuo was removing his vest and shirt, bare chest exposed to him. He shuddered, feeling the coil of warmth in the pit of his stomach sharpen at the sight. Izaya trembled as Shizuo's hands pushed at his own shirt, sliding it up and over his head easily, silk sheets warming with his body heat. He didn't know what to do, mind screaming at him through the haze, words muffled into illegibility. With no other choice, Izaya did what he hated to do, he let his instinct take over, letting Shizuo guide him and reacting as his body told him to. He couldn't stifle a whimper as Shizuo leant over him, shirt now discarded elsewhere, large hands sliding down to his pants. Izaya bit at his lip, feeling his teeth cut into it, hands clenching in his sheets as Shizuo undressed him. The blonde calmly discarding them in favour of watching Izaya's reaction. The cold air met heated flesh and Izaya flushed darkly at having been exposed completely, knees clenching together automatically to protect some of his dignity. The blonde chuckled above him, strong hands easily separating Izaya's knees and allowing Shizuo to see him bare. Embarrassed, Izaya covered his face with his hands, wondering how he'd let it all escalate so quickly. He could feel the blonde's gaze travel over him, leaving searing trails in it's wake. A hand gently lay itself on his chest and Izaya trembled at the softness of the action. He could feel his back arching, pressing into the contact. Warm breath ghosting his skin as the blonde's lips pressed against his collarbone. Trailing down his chest to clamp down on his nipple, abusing the bud briefly, sucking and grazing it before moving on to it's twin.
"Ngh." He grunted, trying to keep himself silent as his last defiant act. A harsher nip at his nipple and Izaya jerked, feeling his erection rub against Shizuo's bare skin. He hissed at the suddenness of the contact, finding his attempts at silence failing him. He shifted, feeling his knee press against the blonde's crotch, stilling as Shizuo pulled away, groaning at the contact. Hesitant, Izaya lifted his arms, sliding them round Shizuo's shoulders to pull the blonde into a kiss. He wouldn't be able to make any noise if his mouth was occupied. He pressed upwards as Shizuo responded eagerly, large hands gripping his hips shifting him to allow more skin to skin contact. He could feel the blonde's chest press against his own, feel the thud of the protozoan's heart beating at a similar speed to his own. Izaya felt a tongue against his lips and opened his mouth, letting his own tongue fight the blonde's for dominance, nails scraping down Shizuo's back, legs hooking round the blonde's waist. He'd researched it all, feeling out of his depth but desperate to know what Shizuo had stirred in him. He'd barely glanced at a lot of it, freaked out and embarrassed, still mostly in denial about his feelings. He scowled, the blonde was taking it too slowly. He desperately wanted more, he'd had enough with the foreplay. Trying to speed Shizuo along, he trust his hips upwards to meet the bulge in Shizuo's pants, whimpering but repeating the action eagerly, nails digging deeper as he pulled away slightly to speak. "Shizuo~" He whined, hearing the blonde groan in approval of his movements. Izaya let himself be pried off as Shizuo shifted, trying to remove the rest of the bothersome clothing. He trembled, nervous. He'd never done this before, never even thought of doing it either. Izaya really hoped Shizuo knew what he was doing. The blonde finished removing their clothes and Izaya barely caught a glance of Shizuo before the blonde had gotten in his face, blocking the view. A hand was pressed against his lips.
"Suck." Shizuo ordered and Izaya complied automatically, hands grabbing the blonde's as he opened his mouth, licking and sucking the digits, coating them with his spit. Izaya let the hand go, finding it odd that someone as gruff as Shizuo would taste sweet. His eyes locked onto the blonde's, bolts of desire worming their way down his spine at Shizuo's ravenous expression. A wet trail was left on his chest as Shizuo moved his hand downwards across his stomach and over his thigh. He stilled, feeling wet pressure against his backside and opened his mouth to say something. Probably to freak out but Shizuo quieted him, catching him in a kiss as a finger pushed into him. Izaya whimpered at the intrusion, a second finger joining the first quickly. The pain was sharp and Izaya gripped Shizuo's shoulders hard, trying to get Shizuo to notice his discomfort. The blonde pulled away. "Relax Izaya, i'll make you feel good." Izaya felt the warmth of a hand grip his length, rubbing and tugging roughly. The friction dulled the pain and Izaya barely noticed a third join the others, the blonde's head dropping down to kiss him again, successfully scattering Izaya's thoughts. Izaya's eyes closed as he kissed back. The kiss was deep, their tongues dancing as Izaya was stretched. Shizuo the first to pull away. "Izaya." Red eyes opened, settling on Shizuo and the animalistic look he was giving him.
"S, Shizuo." He whined as the fingers left him. He wanted them back, had enjoyed the odd feeling of being filled. The grip on his hips tightened and Izaya stared into burning brown eyes. The silence spoke volumes and Izaya stilled, letting Shizuo cover his lips once more as something bigger and warmer than a finger penetrated him. He tensed, feeling Shizuo groan against him.
"Fuck Izaya," The blonde's voice soothed him and he felt Shizuo stop when he filled him. The heat was unbearable and Izaya shifted, getting used to the feeling.
"Shizuo." He whispered and the blonde moved, sliding out then forcing himself back in again, easily catching Izaya's prostate the first time, white blinding his vision. "Ah!" The moan passed his lips before Izaya noticed it and Shizuo groaned by his ear. The blonde's movements stopped and Izaya whimpered, aching for release. Brown eyes locked onto his.
"Beg." Izaya stilled, furious but the need was stronger and digging his nails into Shizuo's shoulder to show his anger, he leant up to Shizuo's ear. Throwing his pride away to get what he wanted.
"Please." He whispered and the blonde's chuckle vibrated through him. "Hn, please~" He repeated. "Shizuo." This seemed to be enough and Izaya found his lips covered once more, blonde pulling out and pushing back in with more force, drawing a moan from him with ease. A quick, brutal pace was being set and Izaya pressed himself into it, arching and rocking to meet each thrust. His hands fell, gripping the pillow beneath his head. Prostate abused constantly, white clouding his vision. Izaya let his legs be moved allowing the brute more access, deepening the connection. Izaya shuddered, feeling himself begin to lose control.
Shizuo felt the Flea's grip tighten at the change in angle. He could tell he was breathing heavily, moaning loudly at every thrust. Completely undisguised. Red eyes half-lidded, the colour burning like fire. This Izaya was addictive. Izaya arched in his grip, forcing a groan from Shizuo's lips at his tightness. It was obviously the Flea's first time. The smaller males movements were clumsy as he had to be guided through the act. Shizuo buried his face into the pale neck, biting down on the tender spot he'd made earlier. He felt Izaya clamp down on him tighter, crying out as he nearly lost it.
"Hn!" Shizuo could feel the precum sticking to his chest as Izaya's erection pressed against him. Red eyes closed in pleasure as he moved. Shizuo growled, silently swearing to himself that this would not be the last time he saw this. He slowed his pace, watching Izaya's eyes open slightly, focusing on him. He was definitely going to make sure he did this again. If only to see this side of the Flea again. Completely uninhibited and wanton. Smirking at the clouded gaze, Shizuo resumed his pace, feeling Izaya jolt at the change, losing control quickly, warmth spilling over both their chests as red eyes closed. "Shizuo!" The informant cried and Shizuo felt himself step over the edge. Feeling the Flea clamp down on him as he called his name, Shizuo groaned, seed spilling from him. He rode out the orgasm, feeling drained as it left him. He let himself drop onto Izaya, face hovering over the informants, the Fleas, his enemies... Red eyes opened, both of them breathing heavily. Neither spoke as Shizuo pulled away, removing himself from the smaller male. He shifted before leaning over him again. Thin arms rose, hands sliding across slick skin, thin fingers twisting into his hair. Shizuo smiled as Izaya lifted his head to press warm, bruised lips against his own. Feeling content, Shizuo pressed back, relishing the simplicity of the kiss. No fighting, no tongues or teeth just lips, soft against his own. The gentle pressure satisfyingly simple.
Sighing, Shizuo pulled away, letting his body fall onto it's side, one arm still draped over Izaya's chest. He expected the other the scowl, scream or kick him out. Shifting in his newly claimed spot, Shizuo watched as Izaya sat up, looking down at himself, eye twitching before he flopped backwards, falling back onto the pillows. Shizuo tensed as Izaya rolled to face his direction, expecting a harsh comment only for the Flea to press his face into his chest. He stilled, feeling the informant's breath against his skin. Hesitant arms slid beneath his own and Shizuo felt Izaya's palms press against his back as the Flea shifted closer. Shizuo let his arms circle the smaller male, pleased when he wasn't refused. He pressed his face into Izaya's hair, damp with sweat, the Flea's smell strong. Shizuo smiled, inhaling the scent he'd memorised years ago after their first few meetings. He could feel Izaya's breathing slowing, the informant, once his enemy, falling asleep in his arms. He really did have to do this again. He pulled the blankets over them both and smiling widely, he closed his eyes to sleep.