Our Sin
Chapter 12: a somewhat gentle monster
and a somewhat harmless flea
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it
Warning contains: yaoi (boyxboy), sexual innuendos, violence (more playful though), language, and extreme amounts of fluff at the end!
A.N.- Hey guyz! Miss me? I know you probably won't want to hear my excuses, so I'll hurry up and get to the story, but first things first! I need to rant (you can skip this if you'd like)!
I've noticed that imo, this fandom has kinda been going downhill lately with stories. Just my opinion, but I've noticed that a lot of fanfiction writers I enjoy reading from have either left or don't update anymore, while more stories are coming in for this fandom with less enjoyable stories. I'm sorry, but I cannot stand long stories, with no purpose, other than to prolong it. I hate when someone has like 100 something chapters with no real purpose, other than to put tons of fillers, and yet they get all these reviews and good marks, when compared to really awesome stories, they don't get that many reviews, because they take their time to actually keep everyone in character and progress the story from how they think that character would actually react. Another thing that bothers me is when someone updates who has either poor grammar, horrible spelling, or just cannot write in general. I think it's great that they're determined to improve, but I think that they should ask for constructive criticism or practice/look over before uploading. Well, anyway, my point is, I miss the good stories and so I'm encouraging my readers who write fanfiction themselves, to keep at it and keep improving. Don't let this fandom die out! If you're good at something, no matter what comes up, you shouldn't give it up entirely. End rant.
Ps.- I'm not leaving this site, but I may submit to other sites as well later on, so I'll later put up links if I do decide to do so.
(Shizuo's P.O.V.)
Flashback
Blue and cloudless, with a wide open sky, and birds chirping their own tunes; this is what it looked like when glancing out the open window, that the melancholic information broker had opened out of spite. As cheesy and cliche as it may seem, it was the perfect atmosphere. I breathed soundly, with my mocha colored eyes set on the beautiful sight before me, more mesmerized by the troubled expression on the man's face, than by the actual scenery. Sprawled out on the bed, with his legs half folded, and one arm resting against a knee, while his hand touched his cheek, I couldn't help but stare at the unusually subdued Izaya.
It's still so hard to believe all that's happened to us in just a few months. It feels like it's been an eternity, since, and yet it still feels as if it all happened just yesterday. Sometimes I'll admit I have my doubts about us ever being together without some sort of alternate reason, but at times like this, these far too few, rare, and fleeting moments where the informant was merely at peace, with no masks, and no guard up, I found it impossible to feel such things.
Still, even with this moment of peace, I couldn't help but want to be closer. Over the time that I've spent getting to know him, I've realized I'll probably never fully understand him. He's just too much like an unstable switch. One minute he's peaceful and pleasant to be around, while the next he's just a pain in the neck. However, that didn't stop me from wanting to know more about him.
A sigh escaped his lips, snapping me out of my thoughts. When I looked up, though, there was no rusty red to meet my eyes, just the gentle clenching of a fist in the bed sheets, as a light breeze played with his hair. I shifted in my spot, tilting my head to get a better view of his face, but he just smiled, and closed the window, instead, turning his head to face me.
"Is something the matter, Shizu-chan?" He asked, one hand still touching his cheek, as a light smile graced his lips. "Or do you always stare at me like this when you think I'm not aware? Am I really that... captivating?" He purred suggestively, allowing a little of his black sleeve to peel away from his shoulder, revealing creamy white skin.
I rolled my eyes, used to his teasing, but decided to take a more honest route to trick him up, instead.
"I should be asking you that, but since you wanna play...," I drifted off, getting up from my seat at the side of the bed, and abruptly placing a hand on the raven's neck. Leaning in, I lightly pressed my tongue to his cheek, licking upwards. I felt him shiver underneath me, to which I pulled away, calmly. "Who knows? Maybe I like what I see." I spoke from the heart, allowing my breath to ghost against his lips. He swallowed and looked away.
"Sex fiend," He retorted.
I glowered, taking my hand away, and moving onto the bed, next to him. When he didn't respond to this, I moved behind him, before wrapping my arms around his waist, deliberately slow, and resting my head on his shoulder. He allowed this, sighing, and leaning back against my chest.
"What's the matter?" I whispered next to his ear, coaxing forth an answer.
"Ehehe, I was just wondering if there's any going back now..." He answered, closing his eyes.
"You mean going back to our old ways." It wasn't a question, I knew it was what he meant, but he nodded regardless. I hummed in thought, considering it. "Probably not. I think you lost your chance quite a while back, Flea." I answered, to which he shrugged his shoulders, helplessly.
"Shizuo?"
"Hah?"
"Let's go somewhere tomorrow. I'm getting tired of being cooped up in here all the time. Besides, all this laying around is really screwing with my perfectly modeled body!" Izaya teased, lightly, stretching his body out in my lap. I rolled my eyes yet again.
"If you aren't the biggest egoistic louse, I've ever met..." I ended, whacking him in the back.
"Owww! You brute! You don't even know your own strength!" He whined, flinching with minor pain.
I shook my head with a laugh, amused. "Alright, okay?"
He turned his head around and looked at me suspiciously. "What do you mean alright?"
"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, duh. So, that means no more looking out the window like you're depressed or something. Okay?" I answered, coyly.
He muttering out a sentence, surprised. "I never said it had to be a date... But, if you insist, then I suppose you have to treat me extra nice today, kay, Shizu-chan?" He purred, recovering in an instant.
I smirked, placing my lips on his earlobe, and decided to tease him a bit. "That can be arranged...," I whispered in a hush, sneaking my hands up his shirt, and pressing my fingertips into the soft skin of his hips. He jolted at the sudden touch, a gasp escaping him. "I'll be extra nice today, Izaya," I taunted, lightly tracing my finger tips along his ribs and abs. Immediately on touch, goose bumps formed, the younger shivering, as I held back a laugh. "Cold?" I asked, digging my finger pads in gently, and rubbing small circles in random directions.
"Stop being mean, Shizu-chan. Or have you already forgotten your promise to be nice to me today?" He inquired, lips pointed out in an uncharacteristic pout.
"Oh? And here I thought that I was being nice. Don't worry, I'll make you feel extra good..." I replied, biting down harshly on his shoulder, causing a lewd moan to escape his lips.
I chuckled darkly when he tried to get away, and pushed him forwards onto his stomach, being cautious all the same, so as not to hurt him.
"Pervert," he whispered.
"Heh, you like it," I retorted, removing a hand from his stomach, and tracing it down his neck instead. He didn't answer, and so I continued on, moving both hands to his back and pulling up his shirt again. Deciding to actually be nice to him for once, while having my own fun all the same, I slowly traced my fingers down his back, noticing the tension in his shoulder blades, as I went back up.
Forcing my fingers to an abrupt stop, I brought them to his shoulders and began to knead small circles, along with his upper back, before changing tactic, and massaging deeply downwards.
"Mmmn," he groaned, appreciatively, caught off guard by the special treatment, as he arched his back up into my touch.
I chuckled at his antics. "You're just like a cat..." Leaning down, I pressed his back softly back into the mattress and licked a wet trail down his lower back, leaving short, sharp nips in its place, sucking every now and again, while still rubbing the tension out of his back. Practicably melting under my touch, the informant moaned and purred softly.
"See? I can be nice. You're enjoying this, right?" I asked, fixing a knot out of his shoulder, releasing a particularly loud groan, mostly muffled by the informant's arms.
He scoffed at my question, blowing me off.
"Oh really now? You don't like this?" I taunted, drifting my hands lower and lower until they were just above the waistline, and rubbing into soft, porcelain skin.
"Nnngh," he mewled, a tremor going throughout his back.
"Maybe I should stop if it causes you such discomfort," I replied evilly, pausing all movement.
"Jerk," he muttered into his arm. Then with a defeated sigh, he let go of his pride, and opened his mouth. "That felt good, so don't stop."
I blinked and grinned at the honesty, continuing without a word, earning the occasional shiver and a very much relaxed informant.
When I finished, he let out a sound of disappointment, flipping over to face me. I blushed, noticing the charcoal color of his shirt contrasting so visibly with the light tone of his stomach. Noticing my blush, he grinned and leaned up, slowly towards my lips. Complying, I allowed my eyes to drift shut and leaned down. Touching his lips to mine, playful and teasing, I groaned, pressing into him, only for him to pull back in contrast.
I glared at him, causing him to grin, laying on his back now, with both his arms folded beneath his head, like some smug cat.
Slumping my shoulders and sighing, with the hint of a smile on my lips, I whispered something under my breath.
"Neh? What was that, Shizu-chan? Not talking bad about me, I hope." Izaya chided, sitting up.
"Heh, just thinking about how some things never change, is all," I answered, undeterred.
"Neh, what's that supposed to mean? Is that an indirect insult?" He leered, looking up at me expectantly.
"Heh, why would I take that route? I don't dance around the truth like a certain, spiteful flea, I happen to know," I leered back, playfully, grinning.
"What was that, Protozoan? You've got some nerve!" He pouted, poking my cheek.
I shook my head, glancing out the window. He did the same, mirroring my actions.
"Time to leave?"
I nodded, getting up. "See you tomorrow. I'll come get you near 1ish, kay?" I waved my hand, motioning towards the door.
"See you then~"
(Following day, Shinjuku streets)
Shinjuku. I didn't often come here, only when Tom-san and I had to collect debts. Most of our collecting took place in Ikebukuro, however. This was where the flea lived... Sure, we'd done it once or twice at his place, but that was it... I never really cared to look around much. It seemed to be much tamer than Ikebukuro, but still quite similar. I took a draw of the cigarette I held in between my lips, as I walked, smoke billowing past my form. For once I wasn't wearing my usual bartender get up, instead going for a more casual look, just a pair of faded jeans, and a white long sleeved shirt. Izaya had apparently done the same, but with a pair of black jeans and a fitting, scarlet colored, sleeveless shirt, instead. His usual trademark, fuzzy jacket, was amiss.
I was here with Izaya on our date, currently just walking around. We walked close to each other, with him leading the way, chattering to me excitedly about how much he missed the outdoors and how good it felt to be outside. He was like some sort of overly excited child who was just given a piece of their favorite candy. I swear if there weren't so many people in the way, he'd probably be skipping and bouncing around everywhere.
Turning his head while walking, the informant asked me a question. "So where do you plan on taking me, Shizzy~?"
I mentally cursed the nickname. I hadn't heard that one in a while, seeing as he rarely used it.
"Don't call me that and it's a surprise, so you'll find out soon enough." I muttered out to him.
He stopped dead at my reply, causing me to bump hard into him. Taking little notice, he turned towards me with a cheeky smile and slitted eyes. "Awe, how sweet! Is Shizu-chan trying to be romantic~?" He purred, digging his index finger into my cheek.
I glared, smacking his hand away, while he continued to smile, undaunted.
"Just come on, you delusional flea," I muttered, bending my head down in embarrassment, as people began to stare.
Walking along, we passed through many throngs of people and past plenty of buildings and parks. As we continued to walk, with me taking the lead now, I could tell Izaya was getting impatient by the tone of his voice, and how he kept dragging his feet, asking if we were there yet, repetitively. Frankly, I was getting annoyed and fed up. Stopping short, it only took a few moments for Izaya to notice.
"Shizuo? What's wrong?" He asked, walking over to me.
"Izaya." I spoke, waiting until he was within arms distance of me.
"Yes?" He tilted his head, questioningly.
With that, I brought my fist back and with careful precision aimed a punch right next to his head, hitting the wall with a loud sounding, "BAAAAAM!"
Leaning inwards towards a very surprised, wide-eyed, but not at all afraid information broker, I waited till we were nose to nose, before speaking. " ."
He tilted his head even closer, until I could practically feel his breath on my lips, before speaking. "But I thought you liked it loud," he purred, before ducking and running away, laughing like a madman.
"Iiiiizaaaaayaaaaa!" I roared, my face a noticeably cherry red color, after hearing his comment. He ran and ran, twirling and side stepping around people, as he made his getaway, as graceful and fast as ever. Jumping over a trash bin Izaya had knocked over to slow me down, I continued to run after him, picking up even more speed. Today was the day Shinra had said it was okay if he went back to his apartment, yet that still shouldn't give that damn flea the right to skip and prance around like that.
"Izaaaayaaa-kuuun! I'll make you pay, you damn flea!" I roared, over the noise of screaming, panicky voices.
"Oh~? But I bet you will, Shizu-chan, and maybe I'd quite like that~!" He called back at the top of his lungs, causing me to stumble in my haste, as people around me went red faced, while others paled and covered their children's ears, in case anything more inappropriate than that slipped past the lunatic's lips. 'AND HE CALLS ME THE PERVERT?' I couldn't help thinking to myself, as I sped up, to make up for lost time.
After running for quite a while, I noticed the flea starting to slow down, and soon caught up to him. Turning around to face me, he grinned, and fell over into a sitting position against a wall, panting and out of breath, with sweat dripping off of his form. "Hehe, looks like you finally caught up to me, Shizu-chan!"
I smirked, stooping down in front of him. "Tired already? You usually have much more endurance than this," I teased, panting a little, myself.
"Hmph! It's not my fault I've been injured for so long! I didn't get time to go out and run any~ Neh, you should be more considerate to your date, Shizzy! I was just trying to have a little bit of fun and here I am, all worn out and sweaty now, thanks to you!" He rolled his head to the side to further prove his point, then continued in an afterthought. "Therefore," he purred, using his charm, "I think it would serve me some justice if you carried me the rest of the way!"
A vein appeared on the side of my head, as I let out a "cht" sound, shaking my head. "Lazy ass flea, and you were the one calling me inconsiderate?" Nonetheless, I took another drag of my cigarette and turned, waiting for him. Nothing happened. "Well, you getting on or not?" I snapped, at his surprised hesitation. Instantly, his mind went down in the gutter, making me cringe. "Oh~? Getting a bit sexual, aren't we? Want me to ride you that bad, Shizzy~? I forgot public affection turns you on so bad," He teased, narrowing his eyes into slits, shaking with mirth.
"Hey, you're the one practicably coming onto me this time. Besides, you're the one with the sick fetishes. Now hurry up and get on, so we can get to where we're supposed to be, already."
The tired raven haired man merely shrugged with a lazy grin, before obeying.
Gingerly grabbing him by the legs, to steady him, I slowly stood up, with his arms lightly wrapping around my neck for support.
"Let's go."
(Shinjuku, 5:00pm)
"Okay, open your eyes, now." I ordered, letting down a very eager and impatient informant. We'd finally gotten to the place I wanted to take him, but at the cost of just about every person we passed, eyes glued to us. Truthfully, it had been a little embarrassing, carrying him around, especially while he whispered perverted little nothings into my ear along the way. In all honesty, I don't really consider Izaya a pervert, but in reality, I believe he does all these things just to get under my skin, and trip me up, which albeit reluctantly, I must admit works half the time.
"Neh? A skating rink?" He got down off my back and looked up in earnest surprise, his chestnut eyes, taking on a crimson hue, as they reflected the site before them.
"Did I do okay, picking the place?" I asked, tracking every movement of his eyes with a fascinated stare. He shrugged, smiling wanly. "Never been, so I wouldn't know, honestly."
I let out a noise of acknowledgement, scratching the back of my head. "Come on," I urged, leading the way inside.
Instantly upon entering, neon lights met our eyes, along with cheerful laughter. Walking towards a nearby counter, I fumbled for my wallet, bringing it out.
"I can pay, you know." Izaya spoke up, catching my arm.
I waved him off, "It's cool, don't worry about it. You can pay next time."
For a moment, he parted his lips, as if to argue, but instead shrugged in submission, shadowing me as I walked over to collect our skates. I wondered lightly what was going through his mind.
After we'd gotten on our skates, I patiently waited for him to finish tying the laces. Finishing up, I noticed him almost glaring at his skates, as if in distrust. Smirking, I held out a hand, to which he ignored, standing up fast, as if to prove himself. At the continuation of this action, I saw the informant slip, and made a move to catch him.
Falling into my arms, Izaya's hair against my cheek, I grinned, holding him close. Hearing a slight noise of surprise, I glanced down, and noticed his pale ears tint pink. After a moment's hesitation, Izaya spoke up. "Shizuo, you can let go now," he stated, more like a request, than a suggestion. He must've been embarrassed. I relented, stepping away to give him his space.
Our eyes locked then, sporadically captivating my attention. Izaya stared long and hard at me, as if calculating my thoughts. Then, without another moment passing, he took a ginger step forwards onto the rink. Popping around to do the same, I glanced in amusement at the informer. The usually refined and arrogant, graceful flea, had suddenly become a rather awkward and cautious, uncertain mess of shaky legs and flailing arms, trying in vain to balance himself. I held back a laugh, watching him inch his way onwards, instinctively reaching for the wall every few seconds.
I shook my head and skated with ease up behind him. Wrapping my arm around his back, I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Having fun?" Startled, the raven stumbled, caught by my grip. Chestnutt eyes glared with venom in my direction. "Hahaha! Hey, hey, it was just a joke! Take it easy."
His eyes softened just the slightest, giving me hope. I didn't want our first date to be a total drag. I wanted Izaya to have fun with me, rather than me having fun by myself. "Want me to teach you?" I asked, prompting forwards a reply.
He gave me the shoulder, turning his head away. "I'm fine, I can do it myself!" As if on cue, his arms flailed about again, smacking me in the chest, and catching himself with the wall. I arched a brow, not buying it. Ignoring his earlier statement, I started coaching him. "First off, you're not gonna learn anything if you keep relying on that wall all the time." To further prove my point, I pushed him away from the wall, out of arm's reach, being careful not to cause him to fall.
"Shizu-chan!" He whined, tilting his head back, eyes wide in annoyance, as he clutched onto me instead.
I grinned, cheekily, carrying on. "Second off. If you keep taking such baby steps-" I paused to point my gaze downwards in example, "-well then, you're never gonna get better! Skates are for skating, not walking, slash baby steps," I admonished, the impatient raven.
He huffed, but studied the way my legs moved smoothly about, wordlessly. After a calculating analysis, he cautiously attempted what he observed, taking a greater stride, as he moved his hips slightly to put his weight into it. He stumbled. I caught him. Again. He cursed. I steadied him. Repeat. He moved about an arm's distance away, and try as I may to catch him, fell, regardless.
"This is so stupid! Fuck this, I don't wanna do this!"
He seethed, growling with frustration. For once, I wasn't the one losing my temper. I chuckled at the irony. "You're gonna give up after that big talk about how you were fine and could do it yourself?" I teased, poking fun at him. "'Sides, you won't learn properly if you always have me to cling to. You need to learn how to skate for yourself."
He pouted up to me, attracting stares. "But that's no fair! Shizu-chan is just making excuses for not catching me! Why else would you be standing so close to me all those other times?" He countered, looking up at me.
"Hehe, you got a point there, Louse. Here, how about we take a break and get some food. Then we continue?" I suggested, trying to appeal to him. I gaged his expression, watching as the mental gears turned within his head, as if in a deep and intricate thought process.
Finally, he uttered out an "okay", accepting my offered hand.
"But I'm paying this time, Shizzy!"
(8:30 pm)- Shinjuku streets
I breathed out a puff of smoke, my hands in my pockets, as Izaya led us around to wherever he pleased. We had finished our food a while back and gotten done with skating. Izaya never did learn how to skate properly, but it made me happy that he had learned to enjoy himself, despite that. Afterwards we were just walking aimlessly around for a while, turning into any store that caught our eyes. That was quite a while ago though, and now it's currently 8:30 pm. Don't ask me how we'd used up our entire day on one date; It was beyond me, and yet I couldn't say that I minded much. It was nice hanging around with the fleabag like this.
Although it was nighttime, the many lights of Shinjuku lit our path, as Izaya suddenly turned to me. "Shizu-chan!" He yelled excitedly to me. "Let's go up on one of the rooftops and look at all the lights! Then we can go back to my apartment; I promise!" He grinned, another one of those honest smiles. I couldn't say no.
Mirroring his moves, we ran into an alleyway, scaling some walls and vaulting over things, climbing our way up taller and taller structures, laughing at the sudden mood change, along with our fun. Once the raven stopped and looked around, I thought he was content with where we were at, but instead, he backed up after a moment and took a running start, before jumping and launching himself forwards over the ledge of the building we were on. I watched as he sailed through the night air, almost like a fabricated dream, making a successful landing on a slightly taller building before me.
Copying his movements, I made it over the gap, folding into a roll as he did, to soften the landing.
"Satisfied?" I asked with a smile. We'd never done parkour for fun before. It really did feel unreal. It was almost like... flying, in a way. He nodded, motioning me towards him, to a spot, where we could see practically the entire city, proudly.
"It's beautiful... Isn't it?" He whispered, more to himself, than to me, gazing off with a faraway look, at all the bright lights. I nodded and noticed him shiver. "You're cold." I stated, bluntly, to which he "hmmed" in reply.
"I don't have a coat..." I trailed off.
"Then hold me." He asserted, simply.
I did as I was told, wrapping my arms around his stomach from behind, holding him close. He melted against me, keeping his eyes open, to observe the scenery, with his head rested against my heart, my hands rubbing his sides, absently.
"Your heart's beating fast..." He voiced, humming in serenity. "It's weirdly soothing..."
I allowed my mind to stray. I can't help pondering what people would think of, if they found us: two of the strongest people in Ikebukuro, both sharing a hateful past with one another, suddenly acting together in an intimate manner. Heh, it would probably give a person a heart attack. I was at peace. I'm glad that the informant hadn't decided to talk about pointless things like how he'd missed interacting with his beloved humans, or ruining lives. That was one thing I could never get over about him. The way he treated people at times was really disgusting and cruel. It sent my blood boiling. However, that wasn't the case right now.
Lazily dragging my right arm away from his side to travel soundlessly up to his heart, I paused movement.
"So is yours," I whispered, feeling the sporadic "thump, thump" of his heart beat.
He brought his hands up to my hand over his heart, grasping it lightly. Turning around to face me, he let our eyes meet for a mere millisecond, arms traveling back to his sides.
"Touche..." He answered, gaze drifting to my lips, before asking the one question that was on my mind.
"Do you love me?"
This man who I had hated, absolutely despised, and wanted to see dead from practicably square one of our relationship, had now indeed succeeded in enchanting me with his charm. There was just something about him, that I just couldn't get enough of. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of these feelings, and I could feel the infection spreading like wildfire, smoldering my entire body, mind, and spirit. Izaya Orihara. A gem to be held onto with a firm, yet gentle hand. I couldn't ever see myself growing bored of him. Yes, I hated him, and yes I still do. I can't just forget all those past feelings and fighting instincts, and yet... maybe, just maybe I've come to like him just a little bit more than that hate. No..., I take that back. I'm absolutely certain in my judgement, that I absolutely adore this man.
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I love him.
He didn't wait for an answer, perhaps already having figured it out. He was an informant after all, so who knows? Maybe he did know. My thoughts ceased, my hand traveling up to his cheek.
We kissed.
A.N.- Hai guys! Don't ask me what got into me to write something so... fluffy! I just couldn't help it. This chapter was one hell of a bitch to write, but it was so worth it. I know I keep saying this, but I really think this one's my fave. I also think my writing style has changed a bit. Tell me what you all think.
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P.S.- I decided to shorten the story some, which was going to be 15 chapters total, now is most likely going to be 13 chapters, with the next chapter counting as the epilogue (I'll make it a long one). Thanks for sticking through with me to the very end! I appreciate it more than you'll ever know! 3
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