As it turned out it seemed that Izaya was thinking along these lines as well.
"You know, this good old cell of ours is cell 404. What are the odds of that!"
He studied the drab surroundings as if he did not spend the great majority of his day locked inside them.
"What about it?"
"Maybe one day we'll 404 here. Prisoner 3456 is not found! Shizu-chan, I have more spoons now. So you can join me in my endeavor to dig out of this place."
Izaya held the spoons as if they were a set of blades that he could throw at any moment.
"Good luck with that."
"And tonight I prepared a little something. I bet you were disappointed when it turned out that there were no actual ghosts hunting Jane. To make amends for that I have a little something for you."
Izaya waved a book.
"But it'll be lights out in no time."
"There's the rub, Shizu-chan! I am counting on that. Because you see I have this."
A flashlight was suddenly in Izaya's hand.
"Where did you get that?"
"I stole- wait, small correction, I borrowed it from a sleeping guard."
Shizuo looked around as if he expected the entire police force to be hiding in the corners.
"What if they find it!"
"This is a big prison. I very much doubt that they'll search all cells to find a flashlight. Not to mention that I doubt he'll make a fuss about it. Sleeping on the job is so unprofessional."
The loudspeakers interrupted them abruptly and they were left in darkness. It made Shizuo somewhat nervous when the familiar cell became a black hole of undetermined size. Izaya grabbed his hand and guided him to the lower bunk. Shizuo found himself sitting next to Izaya under the covers. A burst of light illuminated Izaya's face and distorted into a shadow mapped mask, eyes glittering wickedly.
"Let me read you a tale of horror from the master of chills, Edgar Allan Poe. I wanted M. R James or Sheridan le Fanu for the sake of obscurity but the library's resources are rather limited here. And Poe is a classic and a landmark."
There was so space between them and the makeshift shelter of the covers added to the feeling of intimacy.
"It's almost like a slumber party."
"Slumber party every night, yay. But do not underestimate the power of literature, Shizu-chan. And now I shall begin."
Shizuo was lulled by the clear elocution and almost sing song quality of Izaya's voice. Izaya read without quite whispering but Shizuo felt the low words as if they were softly spoken right into his ear. Izaya reeled him in with the melodious accent he imprinted to the story and before Shizuo knew it his heart was beating in anticipation.
"'I admit the deed!- tear up the planks!- here, here!- it is the beating of his hideous heart!'"
With this Izaya grew silent. Shizuo realized that his throat was dry and so he coughed.
"That wasn't scary…"
"Heh, right. I can feel fear emanating just like I can sense arousal. In fact…at times the line between these is thin."
Izaya killed the light. Sheer suspense was upon Shizuo and it only increased as his zipper was undone and moist lips grazed the hardening surface.
"Izaya…"
Liquid warmth swallowed him, Izaya worked his tongue over hot flesh and in no time it was fully hard. Shizuo groped in the dark for Izaya's hair.
"Shizu-chan, I'm impressed. I'll shut up now and let you imagine that it's a hot girl doing this for you."
Shizuo found the flashlight and turned it on.
"I'd rather see you."
Izaya blinked.
"Are you sure? Doesn't that ruin the fantasy?"
"It's fine."
The weak beam of light was all over the place as Izaya resumed sucking and licking. Shizuo could see shiny lips, the occasional flicker of the tongue and a blurred motion as Izaya pumped himself. It was all jittery, glimpses that thrilled him as much as the expert lapping that kept on the edge.
"If you don't stop-"
Izaya ignored the warning and let his mouth fill with Shizuo's release that he tasted before it trickled down his throat. Shizuo forced his eyes to remain open even as orgasm burst upon him. A few more tugs and Izaya came, a low moan followed by a sudden tensing of his body. Izaya regained his breath first.