Shiki went back to his room, sighing heavily. Someone will have to pay the consequences of his anger, it couldn't be the informant since he needed him but he would be more than happy to kill Akabayashi with his own hands.
Really taking a shower seemed like a wonderful idea at the moment.
He briefly checked the clothes Izaya gave him to see if they would fit and he stepped under the water.
He had know lost the habit of sleeping at other places, since he was now in possession of his own appartment. Doing so, so many times in the last days, made his mind recall the age when he really was a teenager and constantly hung out with Akabayashi.
After a fight they always would go to his place and tend their wounds, laughing at what just had happened. He had slept there a lot, they had done a lot there.
Shiki smiled at the memory as he washed his hairs, shivering when he felt a certain part of his body stir.
No, there was no way he could get an erection, not in Izaya's appartment of all places. It was embarassing.
He muttered 'Damn, I had forgotten that being a teenager comes with that'
In his office Izaya had switched to screen dedicated to Shiki's room. He had told his faithful secretaries, how he liked to call them, he wouldn't need them for a while and that he would call back when he would.
They all thought something was suspicious but they wouldn't go as far as to come and check. As long as he didn't include them in his plans it didn't concern them.
He was now sure to stay alone enough time to figure out how to use the yakuza's unfortunate situation to his best advantage.
The informant knew that people were the most interesting when they were defenseless, that's why he had a camera inside the shower as well. Not for peeping, but for studying, obviously.
He observed Shiki and quickly saw the reaction of his body. A small "oh" formed on his lips, soon covered by an amused smirk.
"So, now what will you do Shiki-san?"
When the yakuza started to take care of his erection, pumping slowly and cheeks slightly flustering, Izaya thought, 'Such a normal reaction, I'm disappointed in you Shiki-san, but what kind of man would I be if I refused to look at free porn?'
Looking at Shiki's hand moving up and down his cock, each time faster than the previous one, one hand resting on the wall, supporting him, head bending forward and hairs dripping wet from sweat and water, Izaya was mesmerized.
And somehow, very aroused.
"Damn, Shiki"