Shizuo couldn't help but want to leap for s newly found joy as the informant in his arms snuggled closer to his chest. The added body warmth caused a settling calmness in the atompshere. What also made the moment much better was the fact that the Russian man believed the two. 'Phew...', he sighed in a mental relief and leaned back comfortably in the black leather seat. The ride passed a little too quickly so far, which made it very quiet and dull. The Russian gave the two curious and questioning glances now and then, but the blonde paid no attention to the man's actions as suspicous. Shizuo would just aimlessly stared out into space, thought's running through his mind. What had hapened? Would the blonde finally get his revenge? Was this Izaya really helping him? Was the raven planning something else? Did the man know how the Russian suspected the two? Did he know what would happen during the kiss? Did he do it just for the act? Why did the kiss seem familiar, yet completely different? Why were those lips so soft? Did Izaya lick his lips before he kissed the other is what made them so wet? Did he use chapstick? Most of Shizuo's train of thought led to the simple kiss that had happened not too long ago. The blonde was tooken out of his gaze into space when something gently touched his face, then lowered to his lips. The blonde looked down at Izaya, simling happily as he saw the small in blood colored orbs. "What's wrong?", he asked the man, his face upturned to a slightly goofy looking smile and a small blush on his cheeks.
Izaya stared and his eyes widened a little-he had lost conscious action to train of thought. cursing mentally, he stared for a second before shyly withdrawing, a small "Ah..." slipping from those flushed lips. What was he doing? Why did he do that? WHY? "It's nothing..." he whispered, a little loudly so that the blonde could hear-he wasn't listening to anything right now, either. What was he thinking about? That was the question he was trying to answer. He missed the gentle shyness in his voice, and the way he averted his eyes without turning his head, and the way his hand withdrew to slide down a strong, breathing chest. "It's nothing..." he said again, lips still slightly open from speaking, he never though about shutting them again. It was ironic too-it was like how he wasn't thinking about pushing the blonde away right now, but rather the strong emotions e would have to deal with...if they were true. Failing, for once, merely for that one issue-to ask why.
The Russian looked out the window as the car slowed to a halt, a man in a suit opening the door for them. He motioned courteously to them both, and, in a rather silly accent, with broken tones and everything, he said, "De ledy ferst..." meaning, 'The lady first'. Sure, it may have been a sort of /ghost/, seeing as to how smoothly and elegantly he Izaya he was watching moved compared to any normal woman, the way they spoke and seethed, vemon dripping in heavy blobs off their voice, but one thing kept The Russian grounded. That blush. No ghost would blush. Well, she was /still/ a ghost, considering that she went missing for three years and is suddenly here now, and...like /that/...she might as well have been a ghost.
Shizuo rose an eyebrow curiously at the smaller man below him. What was he thinking? One moment he seemed so calm and serene. But, the blonde noticed something... Was that a... a blush on those pale cheeks? No. That couldn't be it. It was just a trick of the lighting in the limo, that's all. Shizuo furrowed his brows in slight worry as the man repeated himself twice. 'I got it the first time...', he thought, wondering why Izaya of all people would need to repeat himself. Shizuo knew he didn't know the other man for very long. How many days had it really been? It was strange how the days flew by with Shizuo realizing it. Shizuo jerked slightly forward when the car stopped outside a strange building. The teacher watched as Izaya exited the car and came out mere seconds after him. When the both were outside the car, Shizuo took the man's hand in his and glared at the suited man. Admittedly, his Japanese was horrible and was quiet entertaining, but the blonde knew these men were very dangerous if they were rival's of Shiki. Shizuo turned his attention to Izaya, worry on his features and asked, "What are we doing here?..."
Izaya smoothly exited the car and almost jumped as the blonde's hand held his own fast. Hrmph...well...Shizu-chan was catching onto the act fairly well~! An act. Just and act. Yes. Yes...Izaya looked back as The Russian climbed out of the car after them, the man in the black suit that opened the door earlier closing it now. For a split second-and little did the raven know-he and the blonde shared the same thought. It hadn't been very long and yet...here they were. PFFT-if Izaya were to go back in time, when Shizu-chan grabbed him by the back of his coat and launched him through his own apartment window and Kanra clapped, that he would be holding hands with Shizuo-...Shizuo. He had thought of the blonde by name. His real name. Shizuo. Shizuo...it was weird. But...at the same time-it made sense? Izaya thwapped himself mentally. Anyways, focus on the situation at hand! Ahahah~! Completely unbelievable~! Entertaining, even~! Aaah...he wondered whether anything would ever be as fun as this little game~! It was moving along quite nicely, too~! And soon it would be over-...unbeknownst to the man, worry flashed across his eyes. It would be over if they kept going at this pace. Less than a week maybe.
The Russian cleared his throat, bringing the informant back to reality. "Это - одно из наших укрытий. Не стесняйтесь ждать нас здесь. Я буду полностью наш конец дела. Отсюда, я хочу знать то, что еще мы делаем, ситуация - очень высокая степень риска..." he said.
Izaya smirked and nodded, "Продолжить~" the tune in his voice masking the mad thoughts that went through his head. It was all so exciting~! So thrilling~! And yet...far too soon...he'd have to prolong the game. But...but why? Didn't he want to get rid of both blondes? This Shizuo (he failed to notice he had forgotten the nickname) was far too dangerous to keep around. Imagine, he had to be taken down by both Shizu-chan /and/ Celty~! Ahahahah~!-aah, there...see? He was too much fun to have around! Yes. That was it...that's why...right? He didn't like it when he was like this. When he wasn't sure. When he couldn't theorize, only question. It was stupid! He felt so...out of control! But right now...for now..he needed to be /in/ control. So he smiled and leaned his head on the blonde's shoulder, closing his eyes and saying, "He says we can stay inside this complex while he goes and retrieves a little...guest, for us. It gets so boring here in this city of yours, I just /had/ to invite someone over~!" he chimed, voice peaking in excitement. Oooh...and albeit a rather unwilling guest at that~...but shhh...it was a surprise~! Izaya could just clap his hands in glee~! AHAHAHAHAHA~!
Shizuo didn't take notice of Izaya's movement as the Russian man spoke. It was quite irritating actually, not knowing at all what the two were discussing. Of course Izaya did translate now and then so far, but how would he know the other was speaking perfectly true? The Izaya he knew lied almost all the time, everyday if she could. It didn't bother the blonde then, but now, with Izaya by his side, he didn't really enjoy the fact of things being kept from him. He wanted to know more about this other man, to be able to be with him and nothing to worry about. But, somewhere in the air, or in the pit of his stomach; an uneasiness took over his mind.
The teacher turned his head down as Izaya spoke and rose an eyebrow. 'A guest? Who?...', he thought and nodded to the other. "I guess...", he replied with a slight uncertainty in his voice, "Where's the entrance in this place?" Shizuo shook of his unsettling feelings for the moment and smiled slightly at the other. He had to trust Izaya, whatever the circumstance. Even if it did hurt him in the end.
Izaya grinned, turning on his heel to head to the rather ominous building. He tapped his foot three times, and suddenly, slowly, a heavy piece of concrete off the road, the shape of a rectangle and weighing at about a couple tons due to it's thickness, lifted up. A staircase, descending into the dark underground illuminated with a sort of soft, alien-like glow. "They'd installed these stairs recently, lest the poor humans travelling down trip and fall...it's a long way down, one could /die/~...ahahaha~..." he said, grinning the whole time. He took the blonde's hand tight into his own and skipped along merrily. Oh this was going to be so much fun~! He could just explode and die with happiness, such a fun game to play, such a delicious victim, such sweet love offered to him by-...his mind almost stopped. Sweet...love...? Izaya paused at the first step, thinking. When did he get to realize...to accept that whatever this Shizu=chan felt for him-it was /love/~? As in /love./ Not infatuation-not mere delusion...but love. Oh my. This wasn't good. No, no, no...the informant was simply...confused~! Yes...distracted~! No, all he /needed/ was a distraction. Tch...
"Ahaha...I was going to tell you, about our little guest I mean~..." he said, looking straight as he walked further down, taking the blonde with him, "But then I thought...oh my, it would be so much more enjoyable as a surprise~! For /both/ of you~!" he laughed, refusing to look at the other. There were too many thoughts swimming in his clouded mind. Why did he even /think/ for a second that Shizu-chan loved him? Why...why did it feel odd for him to even /call/ the other that...Shizuo..that name...the proper name...when did it suddenly feel more appropriate? And why? Love. That word. Surely, Izaya still loved his humans~! With all his soul~! Ahahaha-but...Shizuo. Shizuo loved /him/ and him alone. The proportions of such a strong emotion, being channeled for only one person-Izaya himself, just him. Just him. It was...incredible. In the strange way...then the informants thoughts wandered back to the woman Izaya.
It hurt. Something...something small, but piercing and like fire hurt. Somewhere in his chest. Was he sick? Hrm...maybe one too many hits caused something bad to happen internally. It stung. it burned. But only now-only now when he realized that he wasn't the only one whom the blonde had felt this way for did the pain come. ... coincidence-the informant mentally sighed. Yes...it was just...coincidence. He'll have to get home soon to be checked by Shinra. Something was probably wrong with him.
The Russian's cars sped off.
Shizuo stared at the other in complete shock as the stairs appeared. He had never in his life seen stairs that pop out from the wall like that. But the blonde wasn't oblivous to Izaya's words. He had been listening carefully to him lately, so he could find as many slip ups and hints as possible to what the informant was thinking. Wait... When did he start paying attention to begin with? A slight sliver of happiness hit his heart for some reason at his realization. Happy though? Shouldn't he be worried? He knew and could tell this other man was dangerous, but could he completely trust the other with the piece of him Izaya had. Shizuo held the others hand tighter as they fell down along the flight of stairs, his vision seemed to be decreasing by the time they spent going down from the light disappearing behind them. "Izaya... What are ya talkin about?...", the blonde asked warily, "Who are these guys we're dealing with?" Honey colored eyes squinted into the darkness, only seeing the smaller dark mass in front of him. Thank god he was holding the other close, or he'd never find his way down or out. How could Izaya see through all this? Could the man been familiar with the area? And how long had Izaya actually been in Shizuo's world to know where things were and exactly where...? "Have you been here before?", he asked as the thought struck him.
Izaya chuckled and looked back, managing to step straight ahead as he did. Maaah, Shizuo was just so curious today~! Good, good~! That would make the surprise so much more fun~! But it was better if he didn't answer every single question the blonde asked. What fun would revealing everything so early be~? Nothing! so just as he always did, he diverged from the subject. "Well, a guest is a guest, Shizuo~!" he chimed-cringing a little at the sudden realization that he'd gotten used to calling the blonde by name-/Shizu-chan/ or not he was still a Shizu-chan...a monster...ne? Anyways..."But surely, you'd loooove to see /this/ one in particular~!" he said, skipping a little as he looked forward into the dark again, the hallway lighting up gradually as they walked on. Aaah, here it was, the lounge~!
The room was a good size, a coffee table at the centre of it with all sorts of snacks and treats, tea and coffee, with two couches facing it from either side. A good measurement of the room was left empty-for...well, /particular/ purposes. There were no windows, and only a single door at the other end of the room aside from the hallway he had entered from. Izaya at once jumped on the couch, laughing-it was made of real bear fur afterall, might as well enjoy it~! "Come, come, Shizuo~!" he said-it was better not to think about things right now...he'd get Shinra at home to check him later. "It's real fur, real fur, like my coat~! Lovely isn't it~? AhahaHAHAHAH~!' he said, rolling on his side and snuggling into the soft texture.
Shizuo couldn't help but smile happily as the informant bounced into the couch. His expression was so happy and excited. "Well that really doesn't answer my questions ya know.", he replied as a matter of fact, but took his place right next to Izaya. He did notice at how soft the texture of the couch felt under his finger tips as he saat himself. Sure, he could feel bad for the bear... But that bear sure made one hell of a soft couch. Shizuo lied back in it and watched Izaya snuggle his cheeks into the couch, making the other smile bigger. It was very funny actually to watch Izaya act so childish for something so silly. It was interesting, entertaining and quite cute. "...", Shizuo dropped into silence at his thoughts. He... Did not just think... FUCK! Shizuo groaned inside his mind at the thought. He couldn't believe he just called Izaya cute or even remotely thought anything of it. Sure, he knew he liked the other, but not enough to call him cute!
But also, wait, he had noticed something... Izaya had say his name! Not that ridiculous name he gave to that bug he knew, the other Shizuo. This name was unique and was his own. He couldn't believe Izaya called him by his own respected name, which brought light into his heart. Could Izaya finally acknowledge the blonde as a different human, well, slight human than the other blonde? Could Izaya actually like him now?... Had... Had Izaya might have fallen for him?... Shizuo needed to know, he wanted to know, and he couldn't shake the thought out of his head. "Hey... Izaya. Y'know... Before they come 'nd all...", the blonde looked at the other and reached out to place a hand on the others shoulder, completely serious, "Can I ask ya somethin?..."
Izaya almost jumped at the hand, and he would have gladly swatted it away-of it weren't for the video cameras. Aaah, how annoying. He sat up, bringing a fluffy pillow onto his lap and snuggling it. Bliss! He loved fur, and it was useful for keeping him in check, especially now. Afterall, thorough acting was never done half-heartedly by the informant. "Whatever does Shizuo want to know~?" He asked, putting on the most innocent, wide-eyed, cutsie look he could muster-...without being too corny of course. He'd let the blonde ask away. Questions afterall, not only benefitted the inquirer because they coax and answer out of another, but also the person being asked. The nature of the question and thre subject matter, maybe even the question itself, revealed something or other about the one asking. And they had time till their guest arrived, so a little game of twenty questions seemed like a great idea~! Ahahahaha~
"Do you like me?", the blonde bluntly asked. The room he realized went deadly silent. Time ticked way to slowly and the realization of the question dawned on the other. Quickly Shizuo removed his hand and waved his oaken defensively in front. "It's- It's not what y- you think! I mean I- it is but n- not like Uh... Uh...!", the teacher tried to stammer out as many excuses as possible to fly past the question, but nothing came up. 'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! NOT GOOD NOT GOOD!
The question made many things clear, but the most obvious was: Shizuo was serious about...'them'. As in, himself and the blonde. Well, if he wasn't they wouldn't have...had sex...but-It was too disturbing! Utterly disturbing! Beyond absurd, this time! Aha- "Ahahahahahahahahaha! You make such a question!" Izaya choked out as smoothly as he possibly could. He wanted to answer a straight no-...but even now, that answer seemed like a lie. No, but it was less of a lie than saying yes! And so what? The informant was used to lying wasn't he...then, why did it feel so wrong. No, the cameras, the cameras! He needed to keep cool..."Do you even have to ask, Shizuo~? Of course I do, you're simply amusing! The most entertaining little monster~!" Yes, it wasn't a lie and it wasn't truth...he couldn't let on to the blonde just how conflicted he was...
Shizuo looked down sadly, unhappy and unsatisfied with the answer he was given. "So...just a friend...a toy to mess around with. Got it.", he replied, no hint of emotion in his voice. He couldn't let himself get hurt. He couldn't cry. What if that guest came in? No way. He wouldn't take that chance here. "Sorry for asking...", he sincerely apologized and looked forward at the codes table, staring into nothing and only thinking about the answer
Izaya would have twitched-Shizuo wasn't helping the act at all, the idiot! Hrmph...looks like he'd have to be convincing enough himself. Aaah, incompetence...~ "How mean~!" he said, jumping into the other's lap and touching their noses together, "A friend~? A toy~? Surely you don't think I'm /that/ heartless do you, Shizuo~?" he asked with a pout, straddling the other in the process of jumping on him. "And after you were so..." he licked his lips, purring. "Deep inside...you still think I'd let anyone do such a thing to me...~? Touch me like that~...?" the mischief in his eyes flashed in blood-like glow. He didn't think-it was better not to with what he was saying right now. He'd regret it later, or...clarify he was acting. Acting...yes...he was acting. He didn't like the fact that the other had gotten so close...so very...close...more than close...in...inside...
The blush and erupted across the informant's cheeks was something he couldn't control, but he kept grinning. Damn...stupid blonde! It was getting so difficult to be naturally uncaring~! Why? What infuriated him the most is that he had seen him...touched him so freely. So personally. Izaya hated that. He hated it~! And he hated that...he might've liked it. Being so exposed...so open... "So exposed..." he whispered accidentally-damn! He got caught thinking about it~!
Shizuo could have pushed the others words away from his thoughts the minute they escaped, but he didn't. Izaya's words hit him like a thousand and one vending machines rained upon his skull with more questions that needed answers. And their position! What was Izaya doing? Sure! It wasn't that bad... B- But still! Couldn't he had told him from his place on the couch? Not somewhere so suggestive... Plus with Izaya's words... Fuck! 'Don't get aroused! Don't get aroused!', the blonde screamed in his mind. The blonde close proximaty to the other made Shizuo flush at how embarassing the coversation turned around to. The blonde could see every detail of the lilth framed man.
Izaya continued to stare at the other, the burning look never leaving his eyes. What was he thinking now? Would he play along? Would he think this was real? What now? But Izaya knew well that held have to remain careful. "Say something, love~" he cooed, cupping the other's cheeks in a very convincing show of affection. "Ne~? Come now, our guest will be arriving very soon, and I'd hate to keep the subject hanging...~" he purred into the other's ear to hurry things up. Come now! He needed the blonde to play along, just for this to work! They'd be so screwed if the cameras revealed anything incriminating.
"I...zaya... Here..." he said oh so softly, leaning in slowly. Shizuo's lips gently lied on the others. The kiss he gave was like a mere ghost's touch. It was there, then gone the next. Shizuo lied back in the couch and let his eyes drift low. "I...I think I...love you." he said softly, his hand still on the raven's chin and a soft blush on his own features. He confessed... His heart is now open for the other to take. His thoughts were Izaya's to control. He was this man's possession. Izaya was now Shizuo's own personal God.
Izaya wanted to just keel over, right then and there. He wanted to do something, anything to releive the sudden massive amount of stress the very statement poured onto him. "Shizuo.." He said-again, for what may as well be the hundreth time, to call the blonde the dreaded nickname. What was he supposed to say? He didn't kove him back. He knew it for a fact. To say so now would be suicide! Cameras or not! What...what...he swallowed. There was only one thing he could think of under such pressure that wasn't poisonous either way. "Prove it." He said, smiling. Yes...phew. He was saved. He didn't confess, and yet he didn't sound like he was pretending. Alright, alright...good...
Shit. That as /not/ the kind of response he was hoping for. But... He's right. How could the blonde prove he actually had fallen for him? For someone so much like his own? For a man more or less? Shizuo sighed and closed his eyes. He wanted to prove completely to the other. He knew he wouldn't have his feelings returned. He knew it was a long shot the other even cared for him! But that didn't mean anything right? He still had a shot! The blondes heart quickens and quickened as each second ticked on. That does it. He couldn't take it! His heart felt like it would explode! Jeez. He sounded like some lovestruck high school girl! Well... Maybe not the highschool girl part. Shizuo swallowed and placed out all the courage and feelings he had out on a line.
The blonde reached out and wrapped his right arm around Izaya's waist and the used his other hand to thread it's fingers in raven locks. "Izaya... Please... Don't push me away.", Shizuo pleaded and brought the others lips to his own once more. He shut his eyes softly and turned his head slightly, angling it to gain better access. The blonde then slowly inserted his tongue, the wet muscle licking at the others. Shizuo's heart poured into this one kiss. He wanted Izaya to believe him. He wished Izaya to be by his side always. He knew from the beginning he found this man so interesting. He wanted it for himself. He only wished to capture the informants heart for his own. He admits it. He knew it. He loved this man. He had learn to come to love Orihara Izaya once more. No. He came to love this Orihara Izaya. Finally letting what felt like hours to him, where only minutes in the world, he lifted his lips from Izaya's. Their lips still brushed at the closeness and Shizuo whispered ever so softly, "Please... Be mine and... be my God."
Izaya choked on his own words when the blonde moved in close, too, too close! Too close! And ah...that tongue of his...had it been this soft before-memories of where else the wet muscle had probed made Izayas mind /spin/. Fuck. This was bad...bad...BAD! Because...he could feel it. Everything. Literally, he could taste the blonde's heart in this kiss. It...it was so good, so true, so raw! So simply human! It was intoxicating...the informant grew dazed as the minutes passed-it was not a kiss, no way it was a kiss. It was more of a sinful, poisonous martini.
When the blonde and pulled away and spoke again, everything seemed to shatter. This wasn't mere love that he felt for the raven. It was more, more, so much more! It was obsession. The same kind Izaya knew so well! Such...such a request...to be not his lover...but to be his god. Had...had there ever been anyone who so honestly and truly wanted him this way? Sadly, Izaya knew the answer was a no. His humans rarely showed retribution for how much love he poured into them. So then why...why a monster like Shizuo...no. Izaya knew as well as he did everything else, even more so now. Shizuo...was human. Therefore...th-therefore..-before Izaya knew it, he was threading his own fingers through the other's blonde locks and moving in for another lusty round with those perfect-yes. Perfect lips. "Hahh...Shizuo..." His mind was gone.
That was it. The thread had cut loose and everything that Shizuo's mind wrapped around spilled. When the pale man's lips reached his once more it was automatic. Shizuo's blood pounded at each and every movement Izaya gave. His own hands were searching, clinging to Izaya as much as he could.
He finally had his reason. His reason to wanting Izaya. He found love once more. And, even if Izaya did not return it the way Shizuo knew, it was good enough for him. Shizuo gently grazed his tongue over Izaya's teeth, loving the taste of his mouth in his own. A slight sweet sensation came off those sinful lips and the act itself was sin. It drove the teacher crazy! He needed more! He wanted more of what this man gave! He didn't give a fuck of where he was or what he was doing! He wanted this man and- But as Shizuo's hands had somehow landed to slip up Izaya's shirt, exposing a pale thin stomach, a cough alerted it's presence. Shizuo's eyebrows forrowed and ignored whoever was in the room. He continued kissing the other, but only sliding his hands back down. No one would be alowed to have a show of the other. Because Izaya was now his property and he wasn't going to share.
He was drowning. He was most definitely drowning. He was lost in intoxicating, poisonous taste, sensation, touch. All that was this very man he was sitting on. He could feel it, the air turning hot and every touch of tongue on tongue, turning the air wild. Yes, yes! More...he arches into the hand that so bravely touched him-it stopped. Wha-wha...and those sensitive ears of his finally registered the cough from behind them. Izaya could have groaned and whipped out a knife to cut through the thick desire and lust in the air. Tsk...and then he realized something else. He had...oh god. Oh no...he had voluntarilly kissed Shizuo.
The Russian cleared his throat again, yet felt slighty discomforted at the sight. This was one very real person. Without a word, he motioned to his guards to remove the sack off their bound guests head. Awakasu...akane...the notorious heir to the criminal empire. He didn't say anything further. Orihara izaya was the type to do things their own pace...even if they were ridiculously making out on the couch in front of a supposed-to-be-frightened hostage.
