When Izaya wakes up for the second time that morning, Shizuo is nowhere to be found. Panic immediately starts to build up in his chest as his brain scrambles to fill in the blanks, paranoia nagging at the back of his head; he's not exactly overjoyed at the idea of having to face the blonde right after what they'd done, but he's even less overjoyed at the idea of being alone and defenseless in an apartment with next to no hiding spaces and only one entrance or exit. "Damn it, Shizu-chan..." He shifts into a sitting position and looks carefully around the room, sharp eyes searching for any clue to where Shizuo might have disappeared to. They land on a piece of notebook paper laying on the floor next to the coffee table that Izaya is fairly certain wasn't there before. "What's this? Did the idiot actually think to leave a note?" He crawls over to the edge of the bed, stretching an arm out so he can retrieve the scribbled-on scrap; he's disappointed to find that he can't quite reach it, his fingertips barely able to touch the corner of the note. He frowns and scoots a little closer, once more reaching out in an attempt to make contact... which he does, at the same time that the sound of a key turning in the lock startles him enough to lose his balance and fall forward off of the bed with a startled "oof!"

Of all the things Shizuo is expecting to see when he opens his front door, an embarrassed (and still very naked) Izaya sprawled face down on the floor in an undignified position is not one of them.

"Not one word, beast." The brunette gripes, his voice muffled by the carpet.

Shizuo can't even get angry at the familiar insult. The entire situation is so fucking pathetic that he almost feels sorry for him. Almost. "Need help?" He drops his bags on the ground and squats down in front of him, offering his hand with the most smug, shit-eating grin he can muster. The glare he gets in return is priceless.

"I don't accept help from monsters."

"Suit yourself." He stands up and retrieves the groceries, pausing only to kick off his shoes before heading into the kitchen to put them away. If the flea wants to be difficult, he'll let him... the only person he's hurting is himself. "But it's gonna be hard to eat with your ass in the air like that."

"My ass isn't in the air, Shizu-chan." If Izaya wasn't already feeling like gouging Shizuo's eyes out, he would be now. "And I'm not hung-" It's at that moment that his stomach chooses to betray him, its loud, echoing grumble interrupting his attempted protest. "-ry..."

Damn it.

Shizuo snorts and waves what looks like a meat bun in the air. "Get up and you get one."

"Shizu-chan isn't trying to poison me, is he?"

"Hell no. You'll know damn well when I'm about to kill you, I ain't gonna take the fucking coward's route."

"Ahhhhh, Shizu-chan is just sooo manly~!" Something about his false cheeriness seems even more off than usual to Shizuo... this is starting to become a pattern.

What the hell is he hiding?

"Yep, that's me. Manly-man Shizuo."

"Manly-man Shizu-chan sounds better. It rhymes!"

His eye twitches, and he has to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a deep breath to stop from snapping. Why does the flea have to be so goddamn fucking irritating? He didn't even have to get him anything - he could have just let him starve. Should have just let him starve. "If you don't eat the fucking thing, I will. Are you gonna get up or naw?"

"...I'm considering it."

"...considering it?" Shizuo had expected him to want to get off the floor and into some dry clothes as soon as he was given the chance... in fact, Shizuo had hoped he'd want to get off the floor and into some dry clothes as soon as he was given the chance. He may currently be winning the struggle between him and his lack of impulse control, but that's getting increasingly harder to do the more annoyed he gets. "What is there to consider? Just get up."

Shizu-chan really is a stupid beast, isn't he?

"You know I'd actually love to! Buuuuuut there's a minor problem with that."

"Yeah?" Shizuo raises an eyebrow. "And that is?"

Izaya sighs and rolls onto his back, letting his arms and legs flop to his sides like a rag doll's. "I don't wanna."

"...you can't, can you?"

"..."

"You can't get up!"

"I can too! I'm just... comfortable."

"Bullshit." The smug grin is back, matching the delighted look in Shizuo's amber eyes. It reminds Izaya of some of the expressions he himself has made before... back when he was the one that held all the cards. "You refused my help and now you can't get up, but you're too fucking stubborn to admit it - so now you're fucking stuck."

"..."

"If I'm wrong, just stand up and prove it. Not that hard, right?"

"..."

"Unless you can't."

"..."

"Because I'm right."

"..."

"I'm fucking right aren't I?"

"..."

"I fucking knew it." He shakes his head and sets the bun down on a napkin. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Absolutely fucking ridiculous."

"Shut the hell up."

"Nope, nuh-uh." He strides over to Izaya and pulls him up easily by the forearm, maneuvering him towards the futon with a firm grip until his knees have hit the edge and he's toppled backwards onto the mattress. Shizuo doesn't miss the tiny wince that accompanies the fall... nor does he miss the sticky white mess between Izaya's thighs (his sticky white mess between Izaya's thighs). He swallows hard and closes his eyes (deep breaths, deep breaths) before swiftly turning on his heel and making a beeline for the kitchen. "You never shut up when I tell you to, so I'm not gonna shut up when you tell me to. Got it?"

Izaya sighs deeply and rolls over onto his stomach. "Fine... if I must."

"Good." He holds the meat bun back up. "Now you can either come here and get this, or I can throw it at you."

"Ooh, I've never had meat bun pancakes before~!"

"There's gonna be a you pancake if you don't cut it out!"

"Scary, scary! Shizu-chan is so scary, ahhh!"

The bun bursts in his hand, meaty doughy goop squeezing out from in-between his fingers. Shizuo stares at the gooey mess as Izaya bursts into obnoxious giggles, a vein on his forehead starting to throb in warning. "Flea..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just... the look on your face!"

"Flea..."

"You looked so surprised, I wish I could have gotten a picture-"

"Flea!"

"It was so absolutely adorable, now I want to pinch your cute little chee-" His words are cut off sharply by the sticky remnants of his destroyed dinner being smushed against his face; he can hear Shizuo sniggering, and that irritates him far more than a little food in his hair. He demonstrates this by scooping as much goo off his face as he can before flinging it at Shizuo's head, smirking in satisfaction when it hits him hard enough to smack his stupid glasses right off his nose and his infuriating grin right off his face. There's a long pause as the two of them stare at each other - Izaya's almost certain that Shizuo's going to be the first to break, that he'll snap and let his anger take the wheel just like he always does - but when the blonde bursts out laughing instead, it's his turn to look surprised. "Shizu-chan?"

"We're both fucking ridiculous."

"I'm sorry?"

"You and me. We're both ridiculous." He offers his hand again, and this time Izaya's curious enough to take it. "Come on."

"Where?" He questions warily, allowing Shizuo to pull him to his feet anyway. It's not like he can really do much to stop him, even if he wanted to.

"Bathroom."

"The bathroom? Why?"

"Because you stink and need a fucking shower."

Izaya does not like being messy. Animals are supposed to be messy. Garbage is supposed to be messy. Food is supposed to be messy. Him? He isn't supposed to be messy. He's supposed to be clean, because cleanliness is next to godliness and that means that the last thing he wants to hear is the monster reminding him of how absolutely disgusting he currently is. "Like you're any better." He snaps defensively, red coloring his cheeks.

"Never said I was." Shizuo swoops him up without warning and carries him to the bathroom, dropping him in the tub before he can lash out. He turns the tap on and makes sure the water is warm enough before plugging the drain, then turns and starts to strip out of his clothes.

I probably should have showered before I got dressed...

"You aren't honestly planning on bathing with me, are you?" Izaya asks, his voice incredulous.

"Yeeeeep."

"There's not enough room!"

"Don't care."

"You can't be serious."

"Scootch." Shizuo nudges Izaya's back with his knee, but the brunette has decided to make damn sure that Shizuo knows just how unhappy he is with the situation by doing everything but what he wants. He scowls and nudges harder, a warning that he's willing to use force if necessary.

Izaya eventually gives in and shifts forward so Shizuo can slide in behind him, his breath hitching in his throat when warm arms wrap around his waist and pull him back against the other man's chest. He lets out a shaky, breathy laugh when he feels something hard start to rub against his bare ass - Shizu-chan's breath is hot and heavy on his neck, one hand creeping up his thigh while the other glides up his stomach. "And now the beast's ulterior motives come to light." He sighs mockingly, feigning exasperation as he leans his head back against the other's shoulder. Shizuo takes that as an invitation to start peppering his bared throat with surprisingly gentle kisses, lightly brushing his lips over every bite mark and hickey that he'd left on the other's pale skin. Izaya can feel his cheeks start to heat up, goosebumps starting to spread across his flesh; Shizuo's touch is different than before, softer and more hesitant... like he's afraid that if he isn't careful, he'll break the smaller man into a million tiny pieces. "While your uncharacteristic caution is somewhat endearing, I don't recall asking for it."

"Huh?"

"I'm not made of glass. I don't need to be handled with care."

Shizuo stops what he's doing and stares down at Izaya with a confused frown on his face. Yesterday the damn louse had been complaining that he wasn't being gentle, and now he's complaining that he is?

There's no fucking winning with him, is there?

Fine. If Izaya's going to be difficult, so is he. He wants him to stop being gentle? Too fucking bad. He needs to learn that you can't always get what you want, and Shizuo is more than happy to be the one to teach him that. "So?"

"So I'd appreciate it if you..." He flinches when a finger brushes over one of his nipples, a shudder running up his spine. "If you..."

"If I...?" Shizuo flicks his tongue out against his ear and slides his other hand between Izaya's legs, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips when Izaya gasps and involuntarily jerks into the touch. He lightly drags a finger up his shaft, pausing to rub his thumb almost soothingly over the slit of his head. He's loving the way Izaya is twitching and shivering, his skin already flushed and feverish... he wasn't expecting his teasing to have this much of an impact, the brunette more responsive to the tiny barely-there touches than he'd been to the rough treatment he'd received the night before.

"Damn it, Shizu-chan..." Izaya breathes out in frustration, squirming in the stronger man's arms as he continues to toy with him. He doesn't like how Shizuo's the one in control, or how a few gentle caresses has him reduced to a trembling mess - he has to turn this around somehow, has to be the one to come out on top. "That's a little unfair, don't you think?"

"Since when did you ever play fair?"

"That's... a very good point, Shizu-chan." There's a sly smile on his face that makes Shizuo slightly nervous; it's the kind of smile he has when he's plotting something, or when he knows something you don't. "Could you let go of me for a second?"

"Why..."

"Don't worry, I won't go anywhere! I just want to get more comfortable."

Shizuo narrows his eyes suspiciously, searching Izaya's face for any clue to what he's thinking. When he doesn't find any, he gives him a look of warning and loosens his hold. If the bastard decides to try anything, it's not like he can't just grab him again. There's a few seconds of pause before anything happens, and Shizuo almost thinks he's changed his mind when Izaya moves, leaning forward to shut off the bathwater (it's taking forever to fill up, anyway) before turning around to face him. He swallows when he sees the mischievous glint in his dark eyes, something about them causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. Izaya doesn't bother trying to contain his own excitement as he climbs onto Shizuo's lap and straddles his hips, a soft moan slipping past his lips when their erections rub together and the blonde lets out a low groan of pleasure. He grinds forward, laughing when Shizuo growls and roughly grabs his waist. He wraps his arms around the other's neck and pulls him down for a kiss, his still-tender lips moving fiercely against Shizuo's as he continues to grind down on him.

"Fuck, flea..." He breathes the words against his mouth while he gropes clumsily at Izaya's ass. "Are you really that desperate for my cock?"

The arms around his neck tense up for a moment, and there's a flicker of something on Izaya's face he just barely catches before the mask is back in place.

"Desperate? No. Bored..." Izaya shifts further forward on Shizuo's lap, pressing himself flush against the other's toned stomach. His fingers twist into bleached locks and tug Shizuo closer, his teeth nipping playfully at his earlobe. "...very much so." He wiggles his hips back until he feels Shizuo between his cheeks, a nervous giggle escaping him as he adjusts to let the precum-dripping head rub his now-twitching hole. Shizuo watches with wide eyes, a mix of fascination and arousal on his face; Izaya is biting his lower lip, cheeks red and eyes shut tight, as he starts to slowly sink down onto his hard, throbbing cock. The blonde moans out a strained "shit..." and bucks up reflexively into the tight heat, his fingers digging into Izaya's soft flesh with a bruising pressure.

"Fuck, Shizu-chan!" Izaya chokes out, gasping for air. "A little... a little warning next time might be..." Breathe, Izaya. "...might be nice."

"S... sorry..." He responds shakilly. Izaya's almost tempted to believe him.

"Save your sorry's for someone who wants them, Shizu-chan." He pats the blonde's cheeks, laughing and yanking his hands away when Shizuo tries to grab them. "Too slow~!"

"You really don't wanna piss me off right now, flea."

"Don't I?" He smiles coyly and places his hands on Shizuo's shoulders, using them to lift himself up and unfold his legs. He stretches them out on either side of the larger man, flashing him a sinfully wicked grin before leaning back on his hands and opening his thighs.

Woah.

Shizuo swallows hard for what seems like the hundredth time, so worked up and turned on that he's having to fight not to just pin him down and start pounding into him. The only thing really keeping him from doing so is curiosity - but curiosity is enough, especially when what he's curious about has the irritating little asshole spreading his legs like a slut. That curiosity is rewarded when Izaya tentatively starts to ride him, his pulsing walls squeezing tightly around him; he moves slow at first, almost too slow, but the look of aroused concentration on his face paired with the pleased little sounds he's making has Shizuo too drunk on lust to care. He thrusts up just as Izaya grinds down, the sudden burst of pleasure causing the smaller man to cry out and tighten almost painfully around the hard cock stabbing his prostate. "Sh... Shi... zu...AH!" He cries out again when Shizuo snaps his hips hard enough for him to almost slip off of him before yanking him back down to meet another, particularly powerful thrust. "HNN!"

"Fuck..." Shizuo tightly grips Izaya's hips before thrusting up yet again... then again, and again, and again, harder and harder, faster and faster, until the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud Shizuo can barely hear Izaya's strangled gasps and moans. "Flea."

"Yes?" Is the groaned reply.

"Touch yourself."

The indignant glare he gets in response just makes him chuckle and start pounding into him even faster, a hungry look in his eyes as he watches pain and pleasure contort Izaya's pretty face.

"I hate you..." The shivering brunette manages to choke out, reaching between them to wrap his shaking fingers around his neglected erection. "I hate you... hn... so much..."

"I know." Shizuo licks his lips and leans back, continuing an even pace as Izaya bites his lip and starts to slide his palm up and down his length. "I hate you too." Izaya is too overwhelmed and overstimulated to notice that the familiar words are said almost as an afterthought, sweat tickling his brow as he strokes himself to Shizuo's frenzied rhythm. His mind is clouded with sensation, ecstacy sparking like electricity across his skin; he starts to match Shizuo's movements, riding him almost desperately as he works himself closer and closer to completion. "You gonna cum?" Shizuo breathes, speeding up slightly... Izaya's breath quickens, his free hand curling into a fist so tight his knuckles turn white. He starts to stroke himself with even more ferver, determined to finish before the mangy dog gets the idea to hold his orgasm hostage again.

"Izaaaayaaaaa..."

He ignores him, pumping himself with even more speed and pressure; he's not going to let the monster ruin this, not this time - fortunately (or maybe unfortunately?), Shizuo's too close himself to continue teasing him. He chooses that moment to start slamming repeatedly into Izaya's prostate, a startled gasp leaving Izaya's lips when his climax hits him suddenly and violently, his cum exploding over his hand. The blonde just keeps pounding into him, not once slowing down until he's reached his own peak and shot even more of his seed inside of Izaya's quivering body. "Fuck..." Shizuo gingerly lifts Izaya's hips and pulls out slowly and carefully, collapsing in exhaustion against the tiled shower wall. He glances down at the murky water and wrinkles his nose. "So much for a bath... gross."

Izaya stares at him like he's grown a second head that more closely resembles a pile of shit than a person - the disgust in his expression could have made the Pope feel like he needed a shower. "Yes... it is gross. Isn't it?" He tilts his head to the side and smiles sarcastically, as if Shizuo has said something even more idiotic than usual.

"Yeah, that's why I fucking said it was."

"Which is why I would like to take a shower now."

"Okay?"

"By myself, preferably."

"Oh. Uh... okay." He stands up and reaches for his towel, his brow furrowing in confusion and concern. Izaya suddenly seems to be very interested in the ingredients in his body wash... and while he may not be the most advanced person in the world, he's still smart enough to tell that the flea is purposefully trying to avoid looking in his direction. "Uh... I'll be out there, then."

"Considering you live in a studio apartment, I should hope so."

He contemplates retorting with something equally spiteful, but settles for an eye roll instead. "Whatever. If you fall asleep and end up drowning, don't come crying to me."

"If I fall asleep and end up drowning, I won't be able to." He yanks the curtain shut as soon as Shizuo's stepped out of the tub, signifying the end of their conversation and the beginning of his alone time.

Shizuo frowns, a bad feeling gnawing at the pit of his stomach.

Why do I have a feeling that something is very, very wrong?