Thank you for the reviews. x3

Firstly - I am not a fan of your average story where they have sex right after they confessed. I believe gay people like the feeling of waiting too, right? If you don't agree with me, it's alright. We all need a story like that sometimes. So I'm sorry if I disappoint any of you with my side of the story. Believe me, I had so much fun writing this.

Secondly - yes, I divided the smut into two chapters. Trust me, the last chapter will be long and awesome. I had a beta reader and she said it was amazing. xD I hope you guys will like it too.

Thirdly - I FUCKING LOVE HOW IZAYA'S SO STRAIGHT FORWARD. XD There might be typos and stuff, but I will correct them if I see them.

Ah, if we reach 300 reviews for this chapter and the other - I'm sure we can agree on a bonus chapter. 8D

Disclaimer: don't own it.

Sitting with a group of your friends on your one month anniversary is NOT such a good idea when you're dating Izaya Orihara.

The night we got together I refused having anything intimate except for kissing. I figured Izaya and I were hurt too much by life to drown in feelings at that second. I wanted to take it slow.

Izaya, however, was absolutely disgusted by the idea I wanted to contain a normal relationship.

"Seriously, Shizu-chan?" he asked me three days after. "How am I supposed to get up in the morning when I know I won't have hot and steamy sex with my –"

"SHUT UP, FLEA," I would shout at him, whenever he started the topic of sex.

I managed convincing him, though. After all, waiting for the right moment was what I craved for. Izaya drove me nuts before we got to an agreement. Day after day he would try and provoke me into sex. Once, he even dressed as a woman.

It took every ounce of my will-power to not jump on him. I mean, that skirt was unbelievably short and well fuck –

Anyway, as we were having lunch at his house (we somehow agreed that moving in together was far too dangerous for now) I touched his hand and he smiled.

"Sex," I said.

He almost choked on his food. "What?" he said after he got control of his throat.

"I know you're fucking obsessed with the idea of sleeping with me, so why don't we make a deal?"

He cocked an eyebrow up. "Listeniiiiing~"

"Alright, I need your full support on this," I said, looking into his crimson eyes. I was momentarily distracted how beautiful he looked to me now that we were together. I could absorb him in every way and not be ashamed of it. "One month anniversary. And I give in."

A huge smile erupted on his face. But he coughed into his hand and calmed down, putting a serious mask on. "Can I trust you?"

"Definitely."

He brushed his hair back. "Can't we just have sex now? I'm tired of dreaming about it all the time –"

"SHUT UP, FLEA."

The point was I still haven't told him I loved him. Not even once. Izaya was a patient boyfriend, that I could assure. After all we went through that was the least I could expect from him. The only problem was that he wanted us together on an entirely different level. Okay, I admit I wanted him and badly, but I still had that stupid soul-mate view in my head.

Izaya was a guy, okay? He was not a woman. I'm sure I can just go ahead and make love to him, but I still thought of him as a girl. We were in a serious relationship, so why dive into it so quick?

When I proposed this solution, our life changed. Izaya stopped provoking me. We lived only on kisses and innocent touches.

And now, when we were sitting amongst our friends, I was wondering why the fuck didn't I have sex with him when I had the chance, for I didn't know to what heights Izaya would go to prove I was his.

"Shizuo and I are getting it on tonight!" he announced after standing up and throwing his hands up in the air.

I couldn't lie – I smacked him in the ribs and he fell on the floor. I continued eating my ramen.

Shinra laughed. My face was flushed, obviously. Izaya slowly got back to his seat, holding the place I hurt.

"Did you have to be so harsh?" he said. "I don't mind you doing that when we bang –"

"SHUT UP, FLEA."

Kida and Mikado were laughing their butts off. Kadota and Erika were sitting across the table. Shinra and Celty were engaging us in conversation. Tom and his wife were gladly laughing at Shinra's jokes. The place was fairly crowded, so I was sure every living soul here heard what I was about to do tonight.

"Just let Izaya do whatever he wants," Shinra said, smiling. "You know simple violence won't help."

"I might as well punch his consciousness out of him," I grumbled.

Izaya leaned to me and I felt my heart flutter. He was dressed in a black shirt and an entirely new marble colored jacket. His jeans were…. Nevermind. Not suitable for children under 16.

"Shizu-chan, can we go?" he asked, his lips curving into the cutest smile I have ever seen.

I exhaled. "Sure," I said.

He squealed and jumped up. "Sorry everyone, but not sorry. We have stuff to do!"

"Yeah yeah, just go get dressed, will you?"

He winked at me and licked his lips. "I'd surely love it if you said the opposite."

"Flea."

"Going."

I grabbed my wallet to pay for everyone's meals (Izaya and I shared a bank account, since he insisted he wanted to share the money now that we were having a relationship) but Tom stopped me midway.

"It's your anniversary," he said. "I'm paying."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. Go ahead," he said. "Also, tomorrow you can take a day off."

I lingered for a second before I understood why exactly he gave me a day off. Once again, my cheeks flushed in that deep Izaya crimson. "Good-night, everyone."

We left the restaurant in a hurry, Izaya clinging to my hand and singing some stupid songs along the way. He insisted we took a cab straight at his apartment.

"Why your apartment?"

"Because I have more space."

"We only need one place –" I started saying but shut up completely, for it was too direct for my already raging hormones.

"Ah," he looked at me and I could totally see his mischievous smile hiding somewhere. "I don't plan on using only one particular space."

"FLEA –"

"Shizuo," he stopped and held both of my hands. We were standing very close to one another. "You know I can't get enough of you even if I wanted to. You're mine tonight and always. If it means I can have you to myself, alone? Why the hell not. I have a lot of stamina, mind you."

"S-stamina –" I mumbled and waited for him to call a cab.

The ride home was fairly a nerve attack for me. I was holding his hand, my other arm shivering mad. I couldn't look at him or else I would've died right there and then.

I wasn't a virgin. Sure, I haven't done this with a guy, but look, when you have a person you truly love, everything becomes a first time. Izaya told me I didn't have to worry so much, it wasn't at all different. In fact, he said it was even hotter. The day I found out that Izaya was very openly gay was the day I understood I didn't know him at all.

I was lost in my thoughts when I felt a hand on my thigh. I nearly jumped when I heard Izaya's quiet shh.

His eyes were drowning in mine. He ran his fingers up my thigh, slowly caressing, not going too far and making me melt inside out. Shinra once said that having sex with your soul-mate is rather amazing, because of the hormones attached to your clock.

I coughed and looked at the taxi driver, who was minding his own business.

Izaya huddled closer to me. I then understood that he did it so the driver wouldn't see what he was doing.

And fuck, I was about to let it happen.

I felt the unmistakable need hurrying in my stomach to my loins. Izaya wasn't even touching me in the right place, but hell, did it feel nice. He was teasing me, going up and down my thigh. It was slow and agonizingly good.

I shifted into a better position, so he could reach out where he wanted to. I felt his hands hesitate for a second before he caught on to my approval.

He carefully unzipped the zipper, barely touching. I held my breath in. And then his hand was on me, through the boxers, shifting from one place to another. I held in a growl in my mouth and turned to my right to kiss his cheek. It was a longing kiss. But the next time I tried doing that, he turned fully and kissed me with passion.

He stroked me through my boxers, the fabric teasing me in ways I didn't imagine. I was getting hard and fast. His touches were nothing I've ever experienced. I could feel a smile forming when we kissed. Then, I thought, yeah, this wasn't at all different from being with a woman. I could do the same.

I ran my hand down his chest and stomach until he drew back and stared into my eyes. His hand stopped, but I didn't. I slowly pushed through the fabric of his jeans and caressed the tip, earning a flutter of his eyelashes.

Look who's harder than me.

I chuckled and he smirked.

He didn't wait any longer. He retrieved his hand and climbed on top of me, kissing me hard and fast.

"Hey, you two!" the driver said. "Mind taking this somewhere else?"

Izaya exhaled a ragged breath and smiled. "He sounds just like Namie."

"We have all night," I whispered into his ear. "Just sit tightly and wait like a good boy."

He nodded, but refused climbing out of my lap. I could feel the heat from his crotch against me. It was driving me mad. I couldn't wait until we reached his apartment.

The ride was long and unbearable. When the car came to a stop, Izaya threw the money and dragged me out. I thanked the driver, who drove off with a shake of his head.

See, everyone in Ikebukuro knew the two monsters were soul-mates. I couldn't believe the shit I heard about myself in this past month. Eventually, the talk will die out, but not today. Apparently, we were still a sensation.

Izaya still held my hand while searching for the keys. I laughed at his unusual jumpiness.

"Izaya, stop hurrying," I said, wrapping my hands around his torso, which made him suffer from not finding his keys even more.

"If you don't stop touching me, I promise you, I will not care what my neighbors saw me do to you on this door mat." He stopped searching and glared at me.

I lifted my arms off of him and scratched my head. He mumbled a thank you and finally found his keys.

He opened the door and almost instantly dragged me inside.

His mouth was on mine and we were ravishing each other.

I couldn't understand what was what. His hands were in my hair. I lifted him up and he didn't hesitate wrapping his legs around my hips. I kissed his neck and earned a deep moan from him.

Oh shit, this was so sexy.

I didn't know I wanted this as badly as him. Unfortunately, I did.

I pushed my shoes off and carried him to his bedroom. Izaya had an amazingly large bed for himself. We weren't prepared for the consequences, since he and I couldn't wait any longer. Izaya humphed and jumped off of me, quickly wrapping his fingers around the fabric of my shirt, yanking it above my head. I helped him with it and soon our mouths were against each other once again. I couldn't care less about his clothes. I fucking ripped his jacket and shirt off. He drew back and looked at me, his eyes full of surprise and lust.

"I didn't know you had this in you," he said.

"You never asked."

He pushed me lightly to the bed and I fell down. Izaya followed, climbing on top of me.

I had time to cherish this moment. His skin was unbelievably pale. It illuminated him in the darkness, causing me to shut everything off in my head. I admired him. I loved him.

I wanted to hear him moan and scream my name through the night.

Now I knew what Izaya meant when saying he had space.

Shizuo: Apparently, I am gay.