Title: Linger
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya ... Shizuo x Mairu
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.
PURPOSEFULLY changed Izaya's profession~
Shizuo's POV
Izaya stared back at me with an unreadable face. Then he cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"Technically, it wouldn't be a one-night stand, since we've already done stuff before," Izaya joked, avoiding my question again.
My temper flared.
"You know what I mean," I ground out through my teeth. Stay calm. Calm.
"Hmmmm," he mumbled, taking a step forward and wrapping his arms around my shoulders, "Tell you what. I promise to answer that question if you let me stay at your house for the rest of the day."
I never knew I could have just as much of an urge to strangle and embrace someone at the same time.
I tentatively placed my hands on his shoulders while replying, "I'm not letting you leave until I get an answer."
His grin widened.
"Maybe I should never answer then!"
I could no longer stop my face from flushing, and he laughed merrily, rocking on his tip-toes.
"See? You are cute," he determined, putting more force into his rocking as he moved forward, kissing me on the cheek, before letting me go completely. He walked around me, moving closer to the apartment building.
It took me a couple seconds to regain my composure before I could catch up with him.
If my heart started beating any faster, I think I may have a heart attack.
I unlocked my door, and let him in first, trying to ignore the anticipation swirling in my stomach. Izaya looked around, spinning in a complete circle as he observed the place.
"Pretty nice. Simple. Seems like you," He said, curiously making his way into the kitchen. I slipped my jacket off, placing it on the hook by the door before following him. He was already rummaging through my cabinets.
"What are you doing?"
"You got to eat, but I didn't!" He whined, opening the fridge.
"So you don't even ask. You just take," I said, rolling my eyes and sitting at the bar. I didn't have any fancy dining room set, just two stools.
"Well, you've been soooo nice to me lately! I thought you wouldn't mind," Izaya replied, shutting the fridge and checking more cabinets. I rested my chin in my hand.
"You aren't going to find much," I informed, my eyes following his movements, especially when he bent down to get to the lower cabinets.
Don't judge me.
"Popcorn!" He yelled, grabbing the box from the cabinet. I grinned at the sheer look of delight on his face. How did he get so excited over little things?
He ripped the plastic off and stuck the bag into the microwave, starting it. Then he turned, leaning against the cabinet.
"Hm... what to do?"
That small sentence brought way too many images to my mind that made my lower regions start to stir. I was half expecting him to suddenly get all sultry and.. I don't know.. climb on top of me or something.
… ok, it was official. He had corrupted me.
I had to be careful. I was starting to let my thoughts run wild without thinking about Mairu.
"Do you have cards?" He finally said. Great, when had roles reversed? Now he was standing all innocently over there while I was having all these sexual thoughts?
"Yeah, but what do you want to play?" I asked, slipping off the stool. The cards were kept in a drawer in the living room.
"How about Go Fish?"
I paused, turning to look at him dubiously.
"... Go Fish."
"Yep."
"You really are a child," I replied, shaking my head in disbelief, but continuing my quest for the cards anyway. The popcorn had started to pop.
"I'll show you 'adult' things whenever you want, Shizu-chan," he purred. Swallowing the excitement that hit me, I grabbed the cards and tried to keep a cool facade.
"Are we really playing Go Fish?" I asked while shuffling the cards. The microwave beeped, and Izaya grabbed his popcorn, "And I'm sure you know you aren't touching these cards with buttery hands."
Izaya looked at his popcorn as if the thought had just hit him, and he pouted, taking a seat across from me. His hand dove in the bag, grabbing a couple pieces and popping them in his mouth. I continued shuffling. I jumped when his hand swung out, stopping right in front of my lips.
"You could always lick the butter off," he dared, looking devilish. I stared at his fingers, going near cross-eyed while doing so, and was reminded of the time he had licked my own finger.
"Y-you... argh," I sat back, away from the temptation, "Just eat your popcorn. We'll... talk or something until you're finished."
Izaya shrugged and went back to happily munching his popcorn.
For a second, it hit me just how normal this setting was. It was like inviting Kadota over here. Only I didn't want to jump Kadota.
Damn, I was in trouble.
"How old are you?"
I was caught off-guard by the sudden question. Izaya simply swallowed another bite before adding, "It was my turn to ask a question, right? And we're on question three. We haven't made much progress with this."
"I'm twenty-four."
"Same."
"You act like you're five."
"Like I said-"
"I know, I know," I said hastily, holding up my hand, "What do you do? Like, your job."
"Debt collector," Izaya responded with a grin, "Not many people like me much."
I chuckled at that. So it was even his job to take things. How fitting.
"Oh!" He suddenly said, looking around, "I want to see your brother!"
I sighed, "Does the name Kasuka Heiwajima ring any bells?"
Izaya stared at me, minimal recognition in his eyes, "It sounds familiar."
I got up, taking a quick walk to my bedroom to grab a photo of him, before returning.
"Now?"
Izaya looked at the photo on the table, and his eyes widened.
"Hey, I've seen this guy on TV!"
"Yeah. Kasuka is an actor," I explained. Izaya looked back up at me in surprise.
"Well I wasn't expecting that one. That's kind of neat. You get to see him often?"
"Not really. I was thinking of calling him up sometime soon."
"Hmm... nope, he's not as good-looking as you. More of a pretty boy."
I was strangely proud of that comment.
"Alright! I'm ready to play some cards," Izaya announced, pushing his not-even-half-eaten bag of popcorn aside to walk over to the sink and wash his hands. While I waited, I dealt the cards, still not believing I was about to play Go Fish.
Even though it was a kid's game, it was still competition. I would be embarrassed to admit how intense this card game was getting.
We both had only one card left. Our pairs were scattered out in front of us in a disarray of blacks and reds.
There were only four cards left in the deck and it was my turn to draw.
A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as we stared each other down. I hesitantly reached for the top of the deck and drew a card.
A two. Damn, I had a seven in my hand.
Izaya smirked when I didn't go down.
"Have an eight?" He asked hopefully.
"Go fish," I said, glaring a hole through the card on the top of the deck. Don't let it be an eight, don't let it be an eight-
"HA!" Izaya exclaimed, slamming down a pair of eights on the table, "I win!"
I slumped, throwing my cards on the table and muttering under my breath, "All luck."
"Skill, Shizu-chan," Izaya said in a sing-song voice, gathering the cards together.
"Skill my ass. And are you ever going to quit calling me that?"
"You're just sore because that's the third time you've lost," Izaya teased, shuffling the cards.
"Kid's game anyway," I muttered, crossing my arms defiantly. Izaya sighed, though his lips were still turned upward.
"Fine then. You chose the next game," Izaya proposed, sliding the deck over to me. I glanced at the clock, seeing 1:37.
I wonder how long 'all day' was supposed to entail.
"Poker, then."
"Ooooh, can I pick which one?"
"Sure."
A millisecond after I consented, I felt like I had sealed my own fate. And with Izaya grinning like that, it was certain.
"Strip poker," Izaya spoke, eyes locked on my own, "Texas Hold'em."
This was going to take every ounce of self control I've ever had in my life. Gulping, I pointed at him.
"... you never took your jacket off. I did. You have an advantage."
He looked surprised, and then laughed, taking his jacket off.
"You know, you could have easily not mentioned that and been one step ahead. But too late now!" He replied, draping his jacket on the back of the chair.
Why did I say anything? He's the one who had been winning everything!
"Deal the cards, hot-shot!" He exclaimed.
So I did.
And as predicted, I lost the first round. Izaya seemed disappointed when I just took off a shoe.
"It's considered clothing," I reasoned. He pouted, but continued.
I lost again, so I took off the other shoe. And again, so I took off a sock.
Izaya was glaring at me, and I sent him a crooked grin.
"I'll just keep making sure you lose," Izaya promised. I guess he jinxed himself, because he lost for the first time. Of course, Izaya being Izaya, didn't take the subtle approach like me. No, instead, he decided to take off his pants first, sliding them over his shoes.
I tried my hardest to stare at the table, but I couldn't help but take one little glance at his boxers.
Red. Sort of matched his eyes.
The game continued, and for a while, actually turned in my favor. Thankfully, Izaya thought taking off his boxers was supposed to be the very last thing.
Even though I was taking my clothes off, I kept getting hotter. Especially when I was forced to take my shirt off, and Izaya's eyes wouldn't stop roaming.
It finally got to the end of the rope. I was left only in my boxers, and Izaya had both his boxers and one sock.
Always a step ahead of me.
And I knew I lost right when my cards were dealt. A two and a seven – the worst possible hand in poker.
"Looks like I win," Izaya taunted, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands together in his lap, looking ready and willing for the show. I fidgeted, uncomfortable with the thought of baring it all in front of this man.
Though, hell, it's not like this was the first time he's seen, or touched, for that matter.
… was I insinuating that he was going to touch me again?
I just needed to stop thinking and get this over with. I grabbed at the waistband of my boxers, intending to get this over with quickly.
"Uh uh!" Izaya suddenly objected, making me pause, "You're behind the table! Come around where I can see you."
"I'll shove these boxers down your throat," I threatened, to which he just raised a brow.
"You'll gag me? Kinky."
With a frustrated huff, I pulled my boxers down and let them fall to my feet. I didn't move like he told me to, so he decided to stand up and walk around the table.
I crossed my arms, shifting my gaze to the right to avoid his stare, and mumbled, "There. You win. Now can we get our clothes back on?"
He said nothing, just continued to let his eyes roam. Shit, why was I getting turned on by this? He really needed to hurry up and do... something. Anything. Just stop staring.
Out of all the things he could have done, I wasn't expecting him to sigh and stomp his foot like a frustrated child.
"You," he started, coming closer and bending his body so he could reach my lips without coming in contact with any other body parts. His lips brushed mine in a sweet, soft gesture, though it was a little strained, like he was purposefully holding himself back.
He jumped when I returned the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek so he couldn't pull back. My fingers played with the hair behind his ears, softly kneading the flesh.
I felt him take a hesitant step closer, though he still wasn't touching me, and a quiet whine came from the back of his throat.
I had no idea why he was holding himself back, but this submissiveness was making my body hot all over. I was already erect and the kiss didn't even involve tongue!
He tried to pull back, and when he discovered my hand was holding him there, he twisted his face to the side instead.
"Too temping," Izaya said breathlessly, licking his lips. He suddenly ducked and quickly backed away from me, "You better be happy about this, because I am really horny."
He was putting his clothes back on. I shook my head, trying to get out of the daze I had been put in, and confusion set in.
What was he doing? He just had me right where he wanted me!
Fear ebbed its way into my mind, and I plopped back down in the chair, watching him with a heavy heart. I wasn't even thinking about still being there butt naked in front of him.
Was this the end? Was he just waiting for me to willingly submit to him and now he was done?
I was numb as he threw his jacket on, not looking my way until he had reached the door.
My breath was taken from me when he turned around with a brilliant smile.
"This should answer your question!" He exclaimed, giving an over-dramatic wave before popping out of my apartment.
I sat there for a moment, debating over his last sentence, before I buried my face in my arms and grinned. With a burst of happiness, laughter escaped me, and I suddenly wanted to run after him. But I didn't think the neighborhood would be too pleased with a naked guy running down the street.
My last question: Was he just hanging around me to get a one-night stand?
He did have me right where he wanted me. He could have taken advantage of that situation in a snap. He chose not to. All he did was hang out with me and leave, even resisting me in order to prove himself.
I was amazingly giddy, and not even ashamed of the fact.
Damn it, I think I was in love with that guy.
