Warm bodies pressed against one another as they moved along to their silent rhythm, sweating and panting as they used each other to build up a pleasure-filled pressure.

"Shizuo-" Izaya breathed out, half lidded eyes dragging their way up the built and broad frame of the debt collector.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Izaya registered that this indeed should not be happening, and yet it was. He, the infamous Orihara of Shinjuku, was being fucked by the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro. Shizuo's hands were everywhere, on his skin, his stomach, his hips, his straining erection, gripping at it just tight enough, pumping him into elation as he pounded his own member into the raven.

And despite it being the very man he hated, his body begged for more. It forced his mouth to open, to call his name, to yell at him, "Harder," and "faster!" He was so close, just reaching the edge, the heat pooling in his abdomen, balls tightening in preparation for what was about to come.

"Shizuo-!"

Izaya sat bolt upright in his bed, body shaking as it held its own weight after having given all it had. The informant was sitting in his bed, alone, clothed, but not unsatisfied. Underneath the fabric that covered his groin was a sticky mess, one that he had made and it was all thanks to that brute.

Oh, he hated himself at the moment, hated his his body and mind had betrayed everything that he had worked to become over the last eight years. What was he? A high schooler? He hadn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager, years ago when he had discovered his lack of honest attraction to any gender of the human race. So why now?

Shizuo.

It made him sick to think that his actions on their date may have influenced his subconscious to create such a sickly scenario. He had worked extra hard to make sure that the other at least somewhat enjoyed himself, and he was sure he had. They had gone out to see a movie, something Izaya decided was perfect since it gave the blonde an excuse to virtually ignore him the whole time without ditching him. Not that it worked both ways. No, Izaya was stuck, watching the man's every move as he tried to figure him out, delve a little deeper into the mind of the Heiwajima.

But alas, he came up with nothing but the knowledge that he did not enjoy the sour candies he had purchased.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Izaya stood from the bed, his face scrunching at the wet feeling in his pants, before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. It wasn't too early, he noticed, checking his phone on they way in before setting it down on the counter and peeling his clothes from his pale skin. The man was in and out in twenty minutes, always one to be clean but never one to linger.

When he was out and dressed, Namie was already at her smaller, less important desk, filing what he had set up for her the night before.

"Morning." He hummed, his attitude bright despite the irritation he felt at himself.

"Bite me." Ah, the ever pleasant welcoming of the shrewd woman was always a God send. A few moments passed in silence after that, Izaya at his desk, typing away as he thought, emailing clients and the such before he came across a note he had written to himself.

Almost immediately his demeanor changed. He had forgotten that he had even made further plans in his scheme to bring down the blonde. It was no wonder considering he had to ask his crabby woman of a secretary for assistance, but in the end, it was more than worth it. Much much more.

Namie stared at her employer with narrowed eyes as she sat in front of him, the man having just finished his explanation. It was past noon now, and the two sat across from one another. It wasn't that long ago that the two were working in a hated yet peaceful atmosphere before Izaya had spoken up, telling her that he had an agenda, and that her and her company's help was needed.

"You're crazy." She said, her voice nothing more than a mumble, "What kind of sane person would even think of such a scheme. It's ludicrous."

"Please remember who it is you are referring to as sane." He said, nodding his head, "But really, I'll make it worth hour while it you cooperate with me. I'm sure an extra grand or two will suffice."

Oh how she hated him. As much as she loved his money, Namie Yagiri hated Orihara's guts. He was a true monster when he dared mess with nature.

"Fine. "

"Excellent~."

Ah, it's nice to see an update here, no? I hope I haven't lost readers due to my lack of updates.

So, can anyone guess what it is Izaya might be planning next? Hint: it has to do with the alternates and the natural workings of conception. (No, it's not MPREG)

Anyway, remember to review guys. It i get enough, I'll update within the next couple days instead of making you wait.