As promised, here's an early release for Kitsuzaya 11~! Thanks to all those who've reviewed my story. -smiles- It really means a lot to me. I've had a few personal issues, and writing this was a way to just get away from everything. I thank you for enjoying reading this so far.

Kitsuzaya 11

(Written (mostly) from the perspective of Heiwajima Shizuo. Shizaya. ShizuoXIzaya, Yaoi. Don't like, don't read don't flame. You have been warned.)

I don't know why, or when it happened. And it's really damn annoying. But today…I woke up to the usual snoring of Izaya's…

And he was normal.

Like…normal, normal.

I…I dunno how to explain alright? But he…he looked like he did back in highschool. No ears. No tail. No nothing. Just that annoying face!

"IZAAAA-!" I started, lifting the table beside the bed as soon as that irritating face of his came into view.

"Mmnyuu…" he mumbled, rolling onto his back and exposing his belly, as he always did.

"…."

"Aanyahh…" he yawned-which would have exposed his fangs, if he still had any, but the fucker didn't.

Shit.

He scratched his belly like he did, in a quick motion, making a weird face, but there weren't any claws. He had normal nails.

…but he still acted like a stupid fox!

Stop, stop, STOP, STOP, STOP!

"STOP BEING SO CUTE!" I yelled, dropping the table.

Izaya sat up, looking frightened before curling into a ball on the bed, fluffy tail missing-he tried to grab at it though and looked shocked when it wasn't there. And then, he spun around, trying to look for his tail, all the while looking more and more frightened, tears welling up in those pitiful eyes. Which, despite everything, were still red.

"Uuu…uu…tail! Tail!" he cried, sitting back on his haunches. "I-I lost my tail! It's cold! It's cold!"

"Ghh-…"

Fuck. That annoying crying voice. That annoying crying face.

…I can't do anything. And I hate myself for it.

"It's cold! It's cold, Shizu-chan! It's cold!" Izaya whined and whined.

I gritted my teth and grabbed my pack of cigs, storming out to the balcony. The city hasn't even risen yet. The sunrise hasn't quite made it, and the sky is still a dark dark blue. But it's quiet out here on the balcony. Well, save for Izaya'as muted whining.

….wait, did he stop?

Before I knew it, I felt those thin, soft arms wrap themselves around my waist, and I stiffened.

Fuck.

"Shizu-chan~…" he purred, rubbing his cheek against my back. "It's cold…"

"Fuck off. Get under the blankets then." I replied, trying not to turn around and punch him square in the face.

…why the fuck was I holding myself back? Damn. Damn him. Damn this flea.

I really wanna kill this guy.

"But Shizu-chan…you're warmer than blankets…" he said, and i could see that arrogant, annoying smile on his face. "It was okay before…"

That's. Fucking. It.

Class wasn't any help either. I smoke three packs in the morning, and was on my way to get yet another. Damnit, all. If that flea just…oh god…I can't take this. I need another cir.

Pushing the coins into the vending machine reminded me of the days I use to toss these at him. He really was like a fox. Crafty. Fast. Annoying. Always running and managing to hide, despite how much he stood out. And…I was always chasing him.

He suddenly disappeared after graduation.

Hurry. Hurry, I used to think. Hurry up and graduate. Hurry up and disappear from here. Hurry up and stop showing your face to me. And eventually I suppose I forgot.

…and then I remembered how quiet the days after graduation were. And I felt sick. And I hated myself even more.

The fact that…those days were lonely…made me sick.

I stuck the cigarette in my mouth and lit it up, staring at the sky above the roof. And for the first time in a long time, it tasted bitter and disgusting.

"Heiwajima-sensei~!" I heard a voice that sort of rang a bell in my head and turned to see who it was.

A group of young girls from my homeroom were all standing together, they seemed to be whispering or something. Whatever, it was it was grating my ears.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Oh! It's him! It's him alright!" she said, clapping her hands. "Wow, Sensei, you're actually quite handsome when you're out of your school uniform."

"Uh."

…okay?

"We were on our way to the Karaoke place." she said, twirling her finger in her hair-I guess it's something girls do when they're bored. Or just because they're girls. I dunno.

I wasn't the type to really care back in highschool, and I suppose I don't really care now.

"Hm."

"E-eto…" she said, looking at her friends a little. "We were wondering if you'd like to come with us?"

"I'm sure I handed out some comprehension sheets I wanted to be done by tomorrow." I replied, puffing out a few ribbons of smoke. "I have papers to grade. I'm surprised kids these days have the time to do this and their homework, eh?"

I turned heel and walked away, heading home, my stomach already feeling the dread for the flea settle in. I could still hear the girl's voices, it's like they weren't getting any farther. But I stared on-what was Izaya doing right now?

Was he still cold? Did he get under the blanket like I told him to? Was he still cold under there? Fuck. Fuck everything.

"-sei~! Sensei~!"

I blinked, realizing my arm felt…a little bit heavier than before. Not a lot, but a bit. And then it was a little more till I realized it was because someone was holding my arm.

"Shizu-chan~!" Izaya smiled up at me.

"Flea you!" I jumped, what the FUCK was he doing outside! "You shouldn't be out here!"

He pouted and whimpered my little fox's whimper. "You left me alone…and it was cold."

Wait…was he shaking?

"Oi. Izaya." I said, grabbing a hold of him.

He really was cold! Even in the sweater he must've stolen from my closet (as many times I fucking told not to look the fuck in there or take anything), he was cold!

"Oi!" I said, actually worried now. "Why're you so cold?"

"I-I told you…" he whimpered, tears brimming at his eyes. "A-and then…you left me alone…all alone…all day…"

Damnit it all. He may not really…well, be fox anymore…but he hadn't changed. Personality-wise, he was still stupid.

My stupid little fox. My annoying headache.

"Let's get you home." I said, grabbing his wrist and heading forward.

"C-cold! Wind! Cold!" he cried out, loud enough to make those around turn their attentions to us.

I groaned and picked him up, holding him close. "Bear with it, you stupid flea."

If I called him an animal now that he wasn't, it'd be fucking retarded.

"Shizu-chan…" he whimpered, clinging onto me, arms around my neck. "W-warm…"

Someone strike me with lightning…just please.

Izaya curled up against my hip, towel on his head and a pair of my warmest pajamas on him. The book I was reading suddenly made a lot less sense as I felt him nuzzle into my hip.

"Warm…you're so warm, Shizu-chan. I like you!" He said.

I swear my heart just fucking stopped.

"You…" I twitched, swallowing and setting the book down as calmly as I possibly could. "What was that?"

"I like you…" he cooed, nuzzling my hip and pulling the waistband of my pants down, licking.

"Oi…" I twitched. "I'm warning you. Stop it."

He purred. "Shizu-chan…warm…I want you to keep me warm~…"

I chanced a look at him and regretted it. The bastard's eyes were smoldering, and I knew what he meant by 'warm' this time. Wait a second…he was part fox right? Well…or was a whoe fox..when I found him?

…is he in heat?

The bed's wooden beams groaned in complaint as I pinned him down. "YOU…IS THAT WHY YOU…"

Those burning eyes weren't changing at all. Not one fucking bit.

"Shizu-chan…hurts…not there…" Izaya crooned, pouting my little fox's pout.

"Fucking-STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" I yelled, swearing that the building shook as I did.

I can't take it. If he looks at me like that…I…can't get a grip on anything.

"Shizu-chaaaan~…" he whined again, his voice dipping in a disgustingly seductive manner.

I didn't think. I bit him. I bit down on his neck so hard he cried and begged for me to stop, at the same time though I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling me closer still. Liar. He was always a liar. Sick masochist.

When I finally let up and licked the blood off my lips I could see an angry bitemark pattern at the side of his neck. He'd be the one needing a scarf to cover that up.

"Fine. You want it?" I snarled against his ear. "I'll give it to you till you're so fucking sick of it you'll be crippled."

I could feel Izaya shiver under me.

Shizuo moved his hands away from the other's wrists, choosing to remove the pajamas, lest he tear them apart in his lust-rage. Izaya's pale chest almost blended into the white bedsheets, pink pert nipple standing out as he shivered against the cold of being exposed.

"C-cold…" he breathed, voice dipping sexily, in contrast to his usual cutesy tendencies.

"You dirty animal." Shizuo growled, leaning down to bite around a nipple, sucking hard.

He was going to teach this fox in heat a lesson.

"Aa-AH!" Izaya cried, arching against the bedsheets. "Shizu-chan! Hurts!"

Shizuo smirked, sucking harder still before letting the nipple go with a pop, this time moving to the other nipple, repeating the same reaction and biting down hard around it.

Tears pricked Izaya's eyes as he cried out again, cock beginning to come to life at the pain. "Sh-Shizu…ahh!"

"You're a pain." Shizuo remarked, biting and sucking up and down the lithe man's body, causing Izaya to arch and grab at the sheets.

"Haa…Ah-! Hurts…!" he groaned, sweat trickling down his shaking form.

"Looks like you're warmed up now." Shizuo grinned.

"Kuu…" Izaya's sharp eyes for the first time, in a very long time, leered into a glare that Shizu-chan at once recognized. "Don't..stop…"

Shizuo's own eyes widened before he snarled and stopped his ministrations to bite down on Izaya's side, just below the ribs and before the hip.

"AAH!" Izaya yelped, before a sadistic grin pulled his cheeky smile wide; his voice peaked in the usual cutesy manner-a mockery of his farce as he whined. "Shizu-chan…always…hurting me…"

"Cause I fucking hate you." he spat, licking the blood that surfaced from the bitemark, before swiftly moving just a inch down and biting down once more.

"Ungh-!" Izaya raised his hips as he teeth teeth clamp down against bone, arching against the pain. "Haa…! Shizu-chan..!"

Shizuo removed himself once more, strings of saliva still connecting his now reddened lips to Izaya's hip. Izaya panted, shivering body lying open for Shizuo's eyes alone to ravish. Shizuo panted, anger now being overtaken by the familiar competitive desire to dominate, to own.

Izaya's eyes flashed with the same desire, just as intense, just as ferocious, feral. Mouths, lips, teeth clashed and meshed against each other in a messy, heated battle. Leaving both lips swollen and tongues bruised. Izayas relented and gave in, smirking against frowning lips. Shizuo could read the intentional loss in his eyes.

"You little…" hebreathed before pushing their lips together again.

The blonde ripped his own pants open, exposing his eager, throbbing erection.

"Mphh…haa…" Izaya's eyes crescent in an unseen smirk.

"I'll…haa…fuck you till you rip." Shizuo growled, taking the man's knees and spreading his legs wide open, revealing everything.

"Then…make…me rip." Izaya challenged.

Shizuo thrust in suddenly, tearing open soft flesh as the body under him stiffened and cried out from pain. Izaya did rip.

"HYAAAAAAAAA!" Izaya screamed, a long, pained scream.

The neighbors shut their lights and went to bed, for fear of what the beast they lived next to was torturing.

"You're too loud." Shizuo grunted, feeling the stench of Izaya'as walls as he adjusted to the size of his abuser. "Kh-…stop that…you're tight…"

Without waiting any further, Shizuo pulled out and slammed back in, earning another choked cry from the former-fox beneath him.

"Ah-! Haa-! AAH! Shizu..chan!" Izaya gasped. "You…really suck…"

Shizuo twitched. "AaaAHH? What was that, you flea?"

Then Shizuo's eyes opened for real. He was having sex with none other than Orihara Izaya. Not some fox. Not some stupid animal-brained version of the flea. But Izaya.

"Shizu-chan…" Izaya smirked, wrapping his arms around the other's strong neck, lifting himself up by wrapping his legs around the blonde's waist. "...you really suck at sex."

It was something only the real Izaya would say.

"YOU-!"

"-AAAH!"

Izaya panted, legs thighs trembling, forced open by the position he was in, Shizuo's massive cock pressing into his insides due to his own weight. He sat, straddling the blonde, hands bound by a shred of blanket. Shizuo lay below him, half-propped up by the headboard of the bed. He grinned menacingly.

Izaya was a sneaky bastard. And Shizuo hated him with everything he had. Punishment like this was barely enough to cover all those years that came flooding back to Shizuo's memory. The teacher grabbed those small, lithe hips, lifting them up and forcing them back down, even further onto his own manhood.

"YA-!" Izaya arched feeling that intrusion inside him press against an inner wall of flesh, not able to go any deeper, tongue hanging out as he panted. "Ah-YAH!"

"You like that don't you? You sick fuck." Shizuo sneered, repeating the action, even lifting his hips to meet the small, rounded ass that bounced on his cock.

"YA-! YA-! AAH!" Izaya continued to yelp, twitching this way and that, "Shi-Shizu-chan!"

His insides had ben torn, stretched and abused repeatedly, wet and dripping with the other's cum. How many times had it been? Six? Seven…? Izaya wondered if he'd revealed himself too early. If the blonde's rage would literally have him fucked to death. His body strained, eyes rolling back in their sockets as he felt yet another climax approaching, body shaking.

Shizuo flinched as he felt those muscles tighten unbearably around him and Izaya's essence of white splatter onto his stomach.

"Haa-…aa…aa…" Izaya panted, unable to even scream his climax another time. "No…more…"

Shizuo smirked his victory. "Who sucks…at sex..?"

Izaya swallowed.

"I haven't cum yet."

Damn. Damn that she-demon. Why had he listened to her? He was going to die. Die, being screwed by a monster.

"You…you do it too fast…" Izaya wheezed, weakened legs managing to lift him up one more time before he slid his sweet, pale body back down slowly onto the other's still rock-hard erection. "You suck…"

Shizuo bit his lip, groaning at the feel of those tight muscles slowly engulfing him, just like the first time he forced himself inside, several nights ago.

Izaya let that cock sit inside him, licking his lips at the feel of it against all his inner walls. Then he moved, not up and down, but back and forth, teasing, sucking the cock with his asshole.

"Hn-!" Shizuo flinched, "You…what are you doing…"

"You like it? It's called gyrating." Izaya smirked, swirling his hips around and around.

Flesh against flesh. Monster against monster. Unbeatable strength against immovable intellect. They didn't match. But that's why it was so wrong. So very sinfully delicious.

Shizuo shuddered against the wet walls bumping into his penis from everywhere, swirling, pressing, sucking. A gentle attack that drove him mad.

Squish, squish, squish.

Filthy noises of soft erotic torture echoed off the walls, louder than any of their moans or screams.

Shizuo snapped. "Enough!"

He grasped those hips and lifted them up, slamming them back down. Izaya felt the flesh inside him give in, Shizuo going in deeper than anyone should ever go. And they both let go.

"….u…aaa….aa…" Izaya gasped almost inaudibly, eyes widened and mouth hanging open, body wracked with nirvana.

Shizuo shut his eyes, biting his own tongue till it bled as he climaxed into Izaya's inner tunnels, his private, precious places. Places he realized now maybe…only he ever entered.

…Izaya truly was, sick.

Izaya slumped forward, exhausted, body now going numb. The last orgasm only brought so much semen, his body now completely drained of everything.

…Shizu-chan really did suck.

Aaah…I…really don't know what I'm doing anymore. This guy…

I glance, panting heavily at the unconscious form against my shoulder. His body was really hot now.

At least the bastard stopped complaining about it being cold.

Shit. It's sticky. Pulling out of him this soon, maybe I should have waited. Fuck. Fuck everything. Fuck Izaya-….damnit.

I lift him off of me, frowning at the wetness now spilling slowly but steadily from inside him. I really filled him up too mu-

Shit. What am I thinking?

This bastard. He lied to me. Somehow…I know he did. That fox thing…those months I spent taking care of him…

He knew it would come to this. He wanted to get to me. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. I sigh and set him down next to me. this guy I hate the most. The guy that hates me the most.

We really do make an awful pair, don't we?

…the morning after that. Izaya disappeared.

Damnit. I hate him. I really do hate him.

…I don't miss him..

Aaaaaand, there you have it for now, everyone! Thanks always for reading and for encouraging me to keep writing! I know, it's a little short, like the last chapter, but I tired my best to make it worth your while. Now...what should happen next? I wont write until I get some suggestions, sorry! D:

I'm also working on several other fics I want to get done, so I'm kind of out of ideas for this one! Help! R&R thanks!

Yours faithfully,

JapFan04