Sachi: Um…I have to just say that there's not much use in a warning. Delic is in this chapter so…that's enough said, right? *looks nervously at the grinning blond* So just don't read if you're not into…

Delic: Raunchy-ness? Passionate smut? Bold steamy hot…

Sachi: *Dies*

Delic: On with the story~!

Alternate Sessions Part II

Izaya blinked into consciousness, without being able to see much of anything. The room was still dark, the sun hadn't risen yet. He knew he was being held tightly by the brute, who was entirely out of it at the moment. Gazing up, he managed to make out the features of the sleeping face, all calm and docile. So unlike the blond man. Ah, but he had just been Tsugaru after all.

In all honesty, Izaya had no idea what the two alternates had discussed. As soon as he faded from his own body, that was the end of his awareness. It seemed to be happening a lot lately. Why was he so tired? A lot of it had to do with the fact that he was sharing his body with three other people. In addition, things like this were happening a lot too. He would wake up multiple times in the night, no matter how tired his body was. It seemed since his mind was always going, it just couldn't let him relax enough to sleep. Not that it mattered too much anyway though. Even if he got a good night's sleep, he knew he would still feel worn down from sharing his body. He often wondered how Shizuo managed to be so vivacious during the day, but then again that man had unnatural stamina when it came to everything.

Sighing, Izaya attempted fall asleep again. It was useless as always. Well…in situations like this when he couldn't really move and had no one else to talk to…

"Psyche?" he whispered quietly.

"Iza-chan? Why are you awake so late at night? I gave up seeing Tsu-chan longer so you could rest!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry. What did…you and Tsugaru discuss tonight?"

"Eh? You mean you didn't hear us?"

"No…I was out of it at the time. Enlighten me," Izaya smirked.

"We didn't really have too much discussion about anything helpful to you and Shizu-Shizu. It's kinda private… So I don't think I'll tell you. You'll just get mad at me."

Izaya scowled in the darkness, moving his face closer to Shizuo's chest to better muffle his voice.

"Tell me you didn't let him fuck you," he hissed as quietly as he could.

"Of course not. I'm not Hibi-chan! We just kissed a lot. But the things we said aren't important to you. So go back to sleep!"

"I swear if I could get my hands on you I would snap your neck!" Izaya growled a little too loudly. Shizuo frowned in his sleep, and pulled the informant's body even closer. The raven could hear the man's heartbeat in his ears, and realized just how…human Shizuo could be… No. NO! He was a monster! A little beast who threw stop signs and cars and…could also use the same hands to massage gently and touch in just the right way. Unable to get out of the brute's vice grip, Izaya settled against his solid body, arguing with himself about the definition of what made a human. Eventually, the steady thump-thump from the blond's chest lulled him back to sleep, if only for a little while. He dreamed of a werewolf reverting back into a man.

The morning was rather un-eventful. Izaya had asked Shizuo if he remembered any of Tsugaru and Psyche's conversation.

"You mean you don't remember it?" The blond had asked.

"No, obviously I wouldn't have asked if I had," Izaya had frowned.

"Ah. Well, I don't either then. I was counting on you to know, since you're usually the one that observes things so well," Shizuo had grinned wickedly. Izaya knew then that he did know, and just wasn't telling. How infuriating.

"Don't you have work or something? Your little game is making me angry. I think it would be best if we skipped tonight, Shizu-chan. Give us a rest from each other. We will pick back up tomorrow, ne?" Izaya had suggested.

"Haha, you get so pissed when everyone else has secrets. Fine, we'll pick back up tomorrow. At least that means I can smoke before I sleep tonight." With that, the brute had left.

Now, Izaya sat at his computer trying to take his mind away from where it was. Anywhere else but the topic it was currently on. Shizuo Heiwajima seemed to be the dominant topic on his mind these days, that was a given. But seeing him as a human was just too much. It had rattled the small man to the core, enough to need a day away from him. But…how would he remain stable without his sanity for the night? How would the brute do without his therapy? Maybe he had been too rash… But they would be okay…right?

Taro Tanaka- Ehhh? No one knows what's wrong? I thought you guys paid extra special attention to those two!

Izaya frowned. For once, he had no idea what this online chat was about.

Setton- I saw him yesterday. He looked bad. Don't tell him that.

Hikaru- You mean Orihara right? I saw him yesterday too. He was yelling at someone that wasn't there.

Taro Tanaka- That can't be good. I just know that Shizuo knows something about it.

Setton- But he hates Izaya. Why would he know?

Taro Tanaka- I just think he does. Why wouldn't he have used Izaya's recent state to his advantage yet? It's obvious that there's something going on.

Hikaru- It's actually not that known yet. You guys are the only ones who seem to actually know Izaya well enough to notice he's more off than usual.

Finally, the informant snapped out of his horror induced stupor.

Kanra- Hey guys! What are you talking about?

Taro Tanaka- Hey, Kanra-chan.

Setton- We're talking about Izaya Orihara. You know him at all or just the rumors?

Kanra- I know him from rumors. He seems fine and scary as ever to me.

Taro Tanaka- No, there's something wrong. He's more off than usual.

Hikaru- Yeah, for real. You should've heard him yelling yesterday. It was like a bad screamo song.

Setton- Just keep your eyes open and be careful. There's something fishy about all of this.

-Kanra has logged off the chat room-

They knew. They knew, they knew, they FUCKING knew! How? He had worked so hard to make a name for himself in the city and now… What was he going to do? There was no "quick-fix" for this. He was torn into four separate beings. Was he just supposed to get some duct tape? Super glue? For the first time in a long while, he admitted to himself that things had gotten too far out of hand. Maybe…just maybe…

"Yo," said a voice to his right. Roppi stood at the edge of his desk, absently looking over Izaya's shoulder at some paperwork.

"Why are you manifesting again? I have enough to deal with at the moment," Izaya growled, not bothering to look up at the male.

"Just visiting. You try living with Psyche and Hibiya all the time. It's exhausting. I thought I'd get some fresh air," Roppi stated. "Besides, you look like you're about to have a meltdown anyway."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? So you could stand there and say 'I told you so' right? You and Shizu-chan and everyone else that just knows so much about me! You don't have a fucking clue about anything! Stop staring at me with that expression on your face! It infuriates me to be patronized!" Izaya all but screamed.

"You know, I haven't really even said anything negative yet. You're just in a foul mood. We all heard you snap at Shizuo this morning. Now you're all alone until tomorrow. I honestly don't think you'll make it," said the alternate raven.

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Izaya threw his paperwork at the offending male, standing from his swivel chair. "Just go away and leave me alone! I have work to do and a reputation to fix and…a migraine the size of a planet… Just leave…leave, leave, leave…." he said over and over. He looked up to see Roppi staring at the door.

"Someone just knocked," he said in a bored voice before he disappeared.

Sighing, Izaya stomped to the door, throwing it open. Shizuo stood wearing a white suit trimmed with pink and…pink headphones…oh lord, no.

"Long time no see, Izaya," Delic said calmly, observing the other male's appearance. "You've looked better."

"You're not supposed to be here until-"

"Tomorrow, I know. But I find it rather unfair that you and little Shizuo have a lover's spat and I am damned to wait another night to see my mini-prince. What if I need therapy worse than you think? Do you want me to go insane and throw paperwork around my office?" Delic grinned.

Izaya glared at the man as hard as he could.

"Delic, I really think you should leave. I'm in no mood," he spat.

"I could put you in the mood. It's easy really, just a few strokes, a breath here and there. All too easy. Either let me talk to my prince, or I'll fuck Shizuo's flea," the imp stated seriously. He advanced on the smaller man, placing his hands on either side of his face. "While I have grown fond of golden eyes, I could look into red ones while I ram into you instead. You know, since you're being bitchy and all. It seems fair to me that I can have sex with you, but I doubt Shizuo would like it. Ah well, he's not here right now, is he?" Delic purred before he put his hands under the informant's jacket, trying to remove it. Izaya blushed furiously and tried to get away only to be pulled back. He forgot Delic possessed the same monstrous strength.

"Y-you're really going to try and…You have no shame at all!" he said in disbelief as the blond's hands removed his jacket and slid under his shirt, trying to remove that as well.

"No, I don't. A fuck is a fuck, and right now you're all I have. Since you're being stingy with my prince, I'll take it out on you instead," the wicked man said devilishly.

"Get your fucking hands off him!" Shizuo's voice rang clear in his mind, but he blocked it out.

"Now, now little Shizuo. I only promised I wouldn't fuck Chibiya all the way. You never said I couldn't have Izaya," Delic whispered, successfully getting the raven's shirt halfway off his torso.

"DELIC!" Shizuo yelled again in a furious rage. "Let him go, now!"

"Fine, fine. Touchy, aren't we?" Delic sighed before he let the raven go. Izaya glared at him heatedly before retreating to his room. If the man wanted Hibiya, he could have him. The informant was NOT going back out there as himself, that was for sure. Never again would he yell at Hibiya for losing control. It was hard not to when the man's very being seemed to scream debauchery! He ravaged his closet, looking for the familiar golden items, before he lost himself again. Maybe…not thinking about anything was all he needed right now after all…and having Shizuo's presence in his apartment was calming him down already.

Delic looked up when Hibiya entered the room. He had been sitting on the floor arguing with Shizuo quietly about "personal boundaries" or some shit.

"Chibiya~," he purred looking the raven up and down appreciatively. Hibiya glared at him.

"Don't start that again. And how are you even facing me with no guilt on your face at all you…behemoth! You just made a pass at Orihara!" he hissed.

"Ah, but I didn't kiss him. Nor did I touch anything too private. Besides, I didn't know we were exclusive, Chibiya. And all of you really are just too sexy, even Izaya," Delic said calmly, ignoring the shouts that continued from Shizuo inside his head.

"We're not exclusive! You're just…UGH! Just stay where you are and don't move or I'll have you executed," Hibiya spat, going to find his notebook. He had promised Izaya he would get at least a little bit of therapy in since Psyche hadn't done what he was supposed to. And prince's always kept their word.

"Now talk about something important, you imbecile," he said when he re-entered the room. Delic blinked at him.

"But I can't have a session unless you're in my lap. Those were my conditions," he said simply, leaning back on his hands.

"Change them then. If I sit in your lap you're going to try something," Hibiya said firmly.

"Maybe if you named your own terms, I would know what is and what isn't allowed," Delic countered. Hibiya considered this for a moment.

"I'll sit in your lap if you promise to tell me helpful things. Helpful to Heiwajima, not to you. And you can't remove any of my clothes!" Hibiya said triumphantly. To his surprise, the blond only grinned wider.

"That's all? Alright then, it's a deal." He rose from the floor and settled into Izaya's couch. He pat his lap expectantly. Hibiya mentally groaned, and sat down. Instantly, the imp's hands wrapped around his torso, but didn't try to enter his clothing. Hibiya considered this to be a victory in itself.

"What am I supposed to say?" Delic asked seriously.

"Just whatever you've been thinking about. That's what therapy is," Hibiya answered.

"Alright. So, I've been thinking about fucking you."

"WHAT?" Hibiya tried to jump out of the man's lap, but was forcefully held down.

"Haha! Well I have. Anyway, I've been thinking about life a lot too," Delic said. The prince wrote that down.

"What about it?" he asked.

"Just…how uncertain it is. What are we anyway? I know I'm not meant to exist. But here I am. And here you are, too. I can feel you, taste you, screw you. Doesn't that make us real? What happens to us…when those two get better?" Delic asked genuinely. Hibiya frowned.

"I've been wondering that myself. I have no answer for you, Delic. I can assure you that Orihara is nowhere near better though. He's actually quite the opposite. So that's something to think about," he replied.

"Yeah, I noticed. Everyone's noticing. Especially Shizuo. You should hear him whine all the time about 'the flea'. It's tragic indeed. You're part of him. What's really happening inside that warped little mind of his?"

"I can't really say. He's a mess, though. Just know that much if you know anything. But he's also a proud mess, so he won't be accepting help anytime soon. Tell Heiwajima not to leave him alone for too long. Orihara has anxiety when he's not around. Other than that, I've been forbidden from saying," Hibiya explained.

"Hmm, it's weird isn't it? Shizuo gets better and Izaya gets worse. I wonder what's happening here," Delic sighed, nuzzling his head between the prince's shoulder blades.

"Delic," Hibiya chided. He knew where this was leading.

"I'm outside your clothes. And I've been talking genuinely to you. I deserve a little R&R," Delic huffed, continuing to hold the other man closely. "Besides, all this talk about existence is going to give me some sort of…breakthrough."

Hibiya shivered at those words, remembering their terms from before. If he had to kiss Delic again, that would be the end of it.

"Mmm, no I've already got it figured out. You want to hear my breakthrough?" Delic whispered right into the prince's ear.

"W-What?" Hibiya asked, preparing himself for what he knew was coming next.

"I don't wanna fuck anyone else but you." The impish man grinned before turning his prince's head so their lips could meet. He made quick use of his tongue to part the other man's lips and wasted no time in ravaging him. Hibiya moaned loudly in spite of himself as that skilled muscle moved in his mouth, effectively coaxing his own tongue to play along. They kissed deeply for a moment, before Delic's hands started roaming.

"A-ah you gave your word!" Hibiya squeaked.

"Mm-hmm. And I will keep it. Your clothes will never leave your body," Delic confirmed, unbuttoning fabric as he went.

"That's- you're twisting my words around!" Hibiya snapped, his will beginning to crumble as those devilish hands forced inside of his pants, making contact.

"Hah…ahh…" he leaned back into the touch, his mouth once again colliding with the imp's as he was stroked faster. "This…is what Orihara…did to Heiwajima…ahh…" Hibiya managed to choke out as he thrust his hips further into Delic's grasp, riding on his lap. Suddenly, the hand stopped.

"Ah, right. We can't do the same thing as them," Delic said simply, removing his hand. The raven whined at the loss.

"Now, now, Chibiya. Rest assured I will pleasure you," Delic grinned as he turned the man around in his lap, making the prince straddle him.

"What…can you do…without breaking your…promise?" Hibiya gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

"There's plenty I could do. But…I want this to be intimate, since it's you," Delic said as he held up three fingers, putting them against the raven's lips. Hibiya frowned.

"Y-you're doing that?" he asked in disbelief. Rolling his eyes, Delic forced his fingers inside the man's mouth. The prince glanced at him before he wrapped his tongue around the digits, effectively coating them in saliva as Delic looked on eagerly. Finally, the blond removed them and put his hand back inside the raven's pants. He began to push his finger past the little ring of muscles. Hibiya winced at the intrusion.

"Nnn…Feels…weird," he whined.

"It'll feel good in a little bit," Delic assured him. He placed his finger inside all the way and pulled it out, only to shove it back in with more force. The raven closed his eyes tightly each time the saliva coated finger slammed inside, the edges of pleasure beginning to ripple through him. Delic added another finger, doing the same thing over and over, looking for the spot he knew would have the smaller man clinging to him for dear life. He pushed in again with even more force, curling his fingers upwards when…

"AH! T-there! Touch me there again!" Hibiya commanded. Delic smirked, and added the last finger before he did as he was told. He hit that same spot repeatedly, the man in his lap becoming a hot mess.

"Feel good?" he whispered into the prince's ear. "You don't want me to stop?"

"Ahhh…no…d-don't…stop…" Hibiya choked, riding the digits in spite of himself. It felt damn good. He was beginning to see stars.

"Ah…I want to fuck you so bad right now…" Delic hissed. He remembered his promise to Shizuo, though. Damn his nobleness! Hibiya arched into his hold, smashing their lips together forcefully. The fingers curled up one more time.

"A-ahh, Delic…" Hibiya came, his pants never leaving his hips. The spent man fell forward onto the blond, who held him gently.

"Mmm, Chibiya. I want to hear you say my name like that always. Never anyone else's…"

Hibiya nodded absently, focusing instead on the obvious tent in Delic's white dress pants. Throwing caution to the wind, he undid the imp's zipper, freeing the aroused flesh, before he wrapped his hand around it, tugging gently.

"Ch-Chibiya…being awfully generous aren't we?" Delic gasped. He couldn't believe how bold Hibiya was being.

"I'm…getting back…at you…" Hibiya groaned, stroking faster. The quick breaths from Delic were telling him he was doing a decent job, making his confidence rise. He moved his hand even faster, enjoying how the blond held his waist firmly, his forehead falling onto his shoulder.

"Not too bad I suppose?" Hibiya asked quietly.

"Fuck…feels…amazing…" Delic said breathlessly, holding onto him tighter. His breath came faster and faster as the hand picked up pace again. He placed his mouth against Hibiya's pale neck, sucking at the skin there. Finally, it became too much and the overwhelming sensation of being stroked by his prince pushed him over the edge. Moaning explicitly, he bit down on white skin.

"Ahh…Chibiya…" he managed before they both sank back into the cushions on the couch. Clouded magenta bored into liquid magma, their eyes locked together. Delic leaned forward and kissed him gently, relishing in the fact that it was Hibiya who deepened the kiss this time.

"You're no longer a commoner," Hibiya stated firmly. "A commoner could never touch me that way."

"You saying I'm your princess now?" Delic laughed.

"No. You're my one and only knight. Sound acceptable?" Hibiya looked at him earnestly. Delic smiled widely.

"You just made us exclusive, Chibiya~."

"Which means no more hitting on anyone else," Hibiya scolded.

"Wouldn't even think of betraying my prince," Delic said before he kissed the smaller man again. No matter what happened between Shizuo and Izaya, they were going to make it work somehow. After all, what was a prince without his knight?

Would anyone believe me if I said I wasn't even trying to write all of this? It was just going to be an innocent session but…then this chapter happened…Ah, well. Review for Roppi and Tsuki! They have to have a session too. And I kinda like having Delic around for the postscript. He makes them funny.

Delic: Damn straight! Review and I'll take my clothes off!

Sachi:*hits own forehead*