A/N: Yay for chapter 10! *pops champagne* But it's the weird chapter. e n e *drinks alone* I don't like it much, so please don't think too much when reading it or you won't like it either. XD
I do not own these characters.
This is 18+ m/m fiction. Especially now. ~.~;
"Shizuo-kun, how can you be so cruel~?" Izaya sighed with a dramatic gesture, not missing a beat. Shizuo wasn't in the mood and showed it clearly, so he waved it away. "Fine, fine, I'll go get my wallet. Just hold on, I need to change or I'll die." He fanned himself in mock agony. Izaya was playful and didn't feel like quitting this game. True to his word, he shamelessly came back not a minute later, still tugging a tank top over his head. Seeing how distressed Shizuo was already, he didn't make any more jokes during the transaction. 'Hmmm I want to see his reaction, let's try~.' Setting his wallet down on the coffee table, the informant stepped closer to his foe. "Say, Shizuo-kun," he cooed. "I'm bored of work today. I wanna try you," he said, only half-jokingly, resting one hand on the bodyguard's abs and sliding the other over the front of his pants. More than anything, he was curious about Shizuo's reaction and besides – he could always retreat quickly if things got out of hand. He froze instinctively, then a confused look passed his face, he blushed and measured Izaya suspiciously. The sly fox wasn't giving him much of a choice though, teasingly tugging at his belt with both hands, pulling the cautious blonde's hips closer to his own. The answer was then clear, as if a red light changed to green somewhere inside Shizuo's head. He already moved to rip the flea's clothes off and get the party started, but Izaya nimbly jumped away and pouted "Shizuo-kun is such an animal, I don't want to be screwed on the couch!" Knowing he had to make his point fast, he continued reluctantly. "How bout we go to my place?" Izaya wasn't stupid. With all the information he had collected, he knew that Shizuo didn't let anyone into his apartment so there was little information on it. Besides, he did want to see what Shizuo was like in bed, and in bed would they do it. He didn't feel like getting carpet burns or bruises from being bent over a desk or counter. Shizuo nodded almost unnoticeably, so the lithe brunette grabbed the keys and bounded to the door, locking the office behind them.
He didn't care about the potential dangers of Shizuo knowing where he lives, things were changing. He hoped they were changing for the better. He wrapped his arms behind Shizuo's head in the elevator and gave him a seductive, demanding kiss. The Fortissimo had no time to react, because the elevator doors opened to a normal, composed Orihara, grinning away, with him looking like he was ready to pounce the man. Izaya knew how to get what he wanted and it always worked. He didn't like serious, long-term relationships though and made sure to avoid them. He was willing Shizuo not to get such stupid ideas during the two-minute walk to the building where he lived. He could feel the body heat very close behind him, making him excited and a tiny bit nervous. It was the unpredictable monster after all, this venture could prove to be dangerous. Izaya was all over the taller man again right when the elevator doors closed, not wanting to stretch his patience. He unlocked the door to his cozy and well-furnished 3+1 apartment. He took Shizuo's hand and led him straight to his bedroom, working on the buttons of his vest and shirt with his free hand. Suddenly, he felt the mattress under his back with his pet looming over him, propped up on one hand. Their lips clashed again and Shizuo felt under the feminine tank top, pulling it over Izaya's head none too gently. He was too aroused to be gentle, forget it. But he did like the flea… What better time to tell him? "Izaya," he panted as the one he addressed undid his belt and zipper. "I like you. Will you go out with me?" Even while being famous for his intellect, Izaya was horny as fuck and did not feel like listening to such things at the moment, much less replying. "Shizuo~," he whined. "Do we have to talk about this now?" These words alone would be unsuccessful as negotiation, but while saying them, he wrapped his legs up and around Shizuo's waist, pressing himself closer and grinding against him with the last word. Bingo! Shizuo was back on track and he had both of their pants off in record time. Izaya was glad he had negotiated so well, the last thing he wanted was a scraped back from a wall and biting down to control his voice.
Shizuo, however, had given in to enough of the brunette's conditions and it was going to be all his way now. He was positioning himself at Izaya's entrance when the man under him said "No prep?" in a tone hinting a bit of anxiety. "Nope," was the only warning the information broker got before he was filled completely. He screamed at the dull pain, muffling it with a hand covering his mouth. "Shit, you're too tight. Relax…" Izaya looked at him accusingly, but he relaxed while his partner did his best to stay still. The dull pain wasn't unbearable, so he gave Shizuo the heads up that he could move. Shizuo was a very rough and savage partner in bed, but Izaya could bear it because of his high pain tolerance. He felt raw and burned inside, but the pleasure he was receiving made up for it, pushing back the part of his brain that would oppose such pain. Shizuo came inside him with a few erratic thrusts, palming his member so that he came soon after. The lithe brunette moaned loudly and saw stars for a few seconds, sliding his tired legs down from Shizuo's back. They were a bit stiff, so he left them bent and he laid there panting as the blonde pulled out of his tortured insides. He looked satisfied and dazed, but he suddenly froze mid-action and a panicked expression crept to his face. "Izaya?" "What?" "Don't… don't move." "Huh? What's wrong, Shizuo-kun?" he said as he tried to sit up to clean himself up. "Oww!" he looked down at the source of the pain and sure enough, there was blood dripping down his inner thigh along with the semen. Coming down from his high, he was starting to feel many things, none of them pleasant. Shizuo was still wide-eyed, but his expression was changing into anger, his most common reaction. While these two emotions fought inside him, he managed to ask "Th-that hurt a lot? Do you need anything?" He was starting to feel guilty and angry at himself, but he wanted to help. Izaya wasn't exactly in the mood to joke around this time, so he answered directly. "Well, it isn't exactly the best feeling in the world," he fell back down on the mattress, wincing. "It would be nice if you could carry me to the bath. First door on the left," he said quietly. Shizuo reacted immediately, getting up and disappearing. From his vulnerable position on the bed, Izaya could hear the water running and the ex-bartender appeared shortly, leaving the door open behind himself. Without a word, Izaya sat up slowly, stretching his arms to embrace the strong man's neck for support. Gritting his teeth to keep from expressing his pain (Izaya's no baby!), he was lifted up and carried to the bathroom. Shizuo held him in one hand for a few seconds, checking that the water wasn't too hot with his other. He set the informant down and scratched the back of his head, making a face that Izaya didn't recognize. "Thanks," he grinned weakly. "You can go now, I'll manage," he said, regaining his footing and he stretched his legs slowly. The informant rested his head on the rim of the bath tub and cast a sideways glance at Shizuo. "I'm sorry," he said, as if the genuinely distraught expression wasn't enough. "Heh, this isn't the first time you've made me bleed, don't make a big deal out of it." Izaya tried to play it off with a smile, it was uncomfortable to have Shizuo standing there looking like a beaten dog. "You can go," he said, this time more firmly, gesturing towards the door. The blonde closed the bathroom door quietly. 'Really, Shizu-chan, now isn't the time to grow a conscience, not after all those fights. This is a minor injury compared to other things.' He stared up at the ceiling; the warm water was fantastic for his tired muscles. If anyone had seen him then and there, he would've looked like he was relaxing and enjoying the warm water, not a care in the world. Truth be told, Izaya was alert. He wasn't moving because he wanted to confirm that Ikebukuro's monster had left. He didn't just let anyone into his private life or his apartment.
A/N: Breaking Izaya. How do you think that will work, huh? :D It's 2am as I'm writing these Author's Notes and a thought went thought my head – what if Orihara Izaya was a yandere? I really like the yandere Psyche best, so that was random. I don't think my question even has an answer. e.e Not one that makes sense anyway!
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