A Private Hobby

It had started out small. A single ring, the look of the ring on his finger made him feel good. It made him feel a little less of a monster. He liked that feeling. And after that single ring... things spiraled out of control, as they often usually did. And now, here he was, pulling up panty hose over his legs. He shuddered as he finished that part and reached for the new skirt he bought, the one he had said to the sales clerk that was for his wife.

He pulled it up, adjusting it before zipping it up in the back. He glanced at himself in the mirror, happy with the image he found. He had spent a lot of money on all of this. The wig, being real human hair, had cost him over a hundred dollars. The bra, with the fake breasts... and then all the dresses, blouses, and skirts he had invested in. It took a long time for this persona of his to fully form itself.

But now, Shizuka smiled to herself as she applied a small sheen of lip-gloss on her lips. It was a shame she couldn't venture out to Ikebukuro. Of course she had thought about going to a different town to show herself off, but right now... it was best to keep herself a secret. No one would understand, after all. So instead she would just enjoy herself in her apartment. She sighed heavily, leaning back against the couch, the feeling of her dress pressing against her legs made her shudder in a secret thrill.

She had been watching the television when the sight of flea on television knocked her out of her persona, feeling Shizuo rage. The flea was being interviewed over something- of course fucking with the man as he laughed and talked animatedly. The scenery was definitely Ikebukuro. Fuck, the flea was in his city! He growled, gripping on the skirt tightly. He wanted to go beat the shit out of the flea... but he rarely got time to himself where he could enjoy his secret hobby. He breathed in and then out... repeated the system until he sighed heavily, a vein throbbing painfully on his head as he glowered at the television screen.

Only Izaya could fuck up his private time.

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Izaya hummed to himself, happy with the interview. He had a lot of fun talking to reporters, who were usually quite gullible and took anything he said as the truth. Though everything he had said wasn't all a complete lie. They had, indeed, asked him about the strongest man in Ikebukuro... and of course Izaya loved to diss on Shizu-chan. Ah, Shizu-chan... such a disgusting monster. He was the only problem in the perfection that was humanity. A wolf amongst sheep. Tarnishing and preying on the perfect white of humanity.

Speaking of Shizu-chan, he hadn't seen him in a while. He vaguely wondered what his favorite(or would that be least favorite?) monster was up to. He snickered and skipped down the street. He grabbed hold of streets signs every now and again and spun on them, ignoring the odd looks he'd receive from his beloved humans. He easily spied Shizuo's apartment and climbed up on the building beside it.

He'd never tell Shizuo this, but he had a lot of fun spying on the blond. Shizuo was one of those people who was dumb enough to leave their curtain wide open with the lights on when it was dark. Even though no one would actually look in from that height, Izaya had found the perfect perch at which he could observe the crazy monster in silence. He pulled out his trust binoculars, whistling as he adjusted them. Shizuo wasn't to be seen right now. The apartment looked as dingy as usual. Nothing less than what Izaya had always expected.

"Ah, here comes Shi-!"

He stopped mid-sentence. Who was that? A woman was in Shizuo's apartment. And for some reason, the thought of that made Izaya's chest throb. It wasn't suppose to happen... Shizuo was a monster, he wasn't allowed to love any particular person! Izaya narrowed his eyes as he watched the woman saunter over to the couch, sitting down gently, her legs clasped together... Izaya slowly examined the woman. Shizuo liked them tall, he noted... well, so did he! A blond, like the blond himself... she also looked pretty strong... quite a masculine face that looked eerily familiar. Izaya felt a throb in his pants as the picture became more clear...

It all made perfect sense now. Of course Shizuo wouldn't fall in love with someone nor would someone fall in love with him. That would be impossible... but now, as he studied the "woman" in the apartment, he knew... oh did he know... and it was doing something he had never thought he would feel for Shizuo. His cock hardened to half mast and he felt a tight coiling in his belly. He wanted to see more of Shizuo in those clothes... more of the man wearing make-up... was he wearing anything under those clothes? Matching bra and panties, perhaps? He shuddered at the thought, grinning to himself as he continued to watch Shizuo through his binoculars.

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Shizuo sighed, reaching for his cigarettes. He was itching for one after he had finished venting over the fact he had seen Izaya's face without even stepping foot outside the house. His brow twitched and lit the cigarette. Izaya was such a pest. He adjusted his bra strap, shuddering at touching the satiny fabric of it. His groin throbbed. Shamefully enough, when he wore these clothes- feeling good isn't the only thing that happened; he often felt aroused... the feeling of such satiny and lacy things over his body... the feeling of being beautiful, it made his heart pound. He licked his lips and used his hands to roam his body, feeling his ribs and moving downward to stroke the top of his skirt.

He purred at the feeling of his hand on his crotch; closing his eyes and letting his mouth drop. He rubbed again... and again. His body shaking slightly as his hand sped up, increasing the friction of the underwear against his arousal. He growled a low guttural growl as he thrust into his hand, feeling ashamed as the precum began seeping out and surely staining his pretty panties.

He continued to please himself, unaware of Izaya's eyes on him. The brunet across the street, sitting on a small ledge watched him with his mouth agape. He had never... never in his life, imagined Shizuo to look so... fuckable. Izaya's cock twitched in interest, fully aroused now. He reached into his pants, stroking his cock in time with the strokes he watched Shizuo give himself through his wobbly binoculars. He cursed softly as he thumbed his head.

This was becoming to teasing... he wanted to feel Shizu-chan for real. But how? If he walked in on Shizuo, the blond would surely kill him. But the sight of that moaning Shizuo, the way those hips thrust licentiously against that curious hand... and oh shit, was he reaching behind himself? That move made Izaya's cock give a painful lurch... demanding more attention; now.

Izaya had always been a master at coming up with ideas on the spot. Now was no exception. His eyes quickly roamed around the building, catching sight of Shizuo's open bedroom window. He grinned. Sure, his reflexes would surely be down with his arousal, but he was a parkour master... he'd surely be able to scale the wall to Shizuo's bedroom and easily sneak in. He pushed himself off the ledge, easily catapulting himself to the other building. It wasn't too far away, after all. He smirked to himself... Shizuo's apartment wasn't too far away now~

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Shizuo shuddered as his skirt was hiked up, a hand fisting his cock through the cloth of the panties while his opposite hand was being adventurous, rubbing his hole. His breath hitched, nostrils flaring as his finger grew bolder, pressing firmly against his opening and slowly rubbing circles. It wasn't like he hadn't done something like this before... but never outside of the bedroom or bathroom. He shuddering as he leaned forward now, falling onto the couch as he stimulated himself. His back arched, faux blond locks falling over his shoulders as his hands sped up.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when another set of hands joined his pressing against the cheeks of his ass and pulling it back. His head whipped around to yell at the person- he saw red when he saw the said person was Izaya. And just before he was about to rip the louse's head off, Izaya's tongue found his hole.

Shizuo squeaked... rather in character for his persona. He shoved his head against the arm of the couch, arching his back and pressing his bottom closer to Izaya's curious tongue. The devious appendage swirled around the twitching skin. Izaya's eyes were darkened with lust, pupils blown as he flattened his tongue and swiped it across Shizuo's opening.

The sounds that were coming from Shizuo went straight to his groin. The gruff sighs and almost feminine moans... it was so sexy and endearing to hear out of someone like Shizuo, but it was surely encouraging. He growled as he lapped at the hole hungrily, closing his eyes as he pointed his tongue slightly, feeling it slowly sink in.

Shizuo's already pink cheeks heated up even more as his head reared back. The feeling of Izaya's tongue inside of him made him cry out. "Fuck!"

Izaya smirked against his skin, pushing his tongue in and out; listening to Shizuo's moans and girlish cries. He felt himself hold back a snicker... Shizuo sounded like such a girl was something he had never expected... but now that it was happening, it suited the blond. The look of tortured bliss- eyebrows arched in a worrying look, mouth hanging open as it spewed out moans, and cheeks a beautiful red.

Ah, Shizu-chan was proving to be quite the bottom~

Izaya pulled away to admire more of his work. Shizuo was gasping for air, his brows becoming knotted as he wondered why Izaya had stopped... but little did the monster know, Izaya wasn't done with him by far.

Izaya licked his lips. "Never knew you were such a pretty girl, Shizu-chan~"

"Sh-Shut the fuck up, you goddamn flea!"

Izaya laughed, reaching around in the drawer of the end table until he finally pulled out a small tube of lubrication, his eyes lighting up when he watched Shizuo flush harder.

"So naughty, Shizu-chan!"

Shizuo opened his mouth to argue with Izaya, but when those wicked fingers rolled gently against his already wet hole, he lost his words and a throaty moan escaped him.

"Look at you, already so wet. Just like a bitch in heat, heh~"

Shizuo wanted to argue that the reason why he was wet was because of Izaya's tongue, but the dirty talk throbbed through him and he moaned lasciviously, rotating his hips with Izaya's finger. That slick finger popped into his waiting hole, causing a shiver to race up Shizuo's spine.

Izaya also trembled at the feeling of the heat encasing his finger. The heat made him want to pump that finger. Shizuo groaned as Izaya moved his finger- in and out... Izaya snickered. "Heh, you should look at your ass, Shizu-chan~ It's acting so greedy!"

Shizuo glanced down and let out another moan as he watched Izaya's finger move in and out of bucking hips... and then another was added, causing Shizuo to toss his head back and moan loudly.

"Mm, Shizu-chan. Do you want more?"

"M-More..."

Izaya's red eyes glinted. "More of what?"

"More fingers..."

"As you wish!"

He pressed another, relishing the high moan that fluttered out of Shizuo's mouth as well as the way his face contorted in aroused discomfort. Izaya leaned down, licking Shizuo's neck. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Hnn... Izaya..."

"Ne, Shizu-chan~ What do you want me to do now?"

"M-Move them!"

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers Shizu-chan?"

"Y-Yes!"

Izaya laughed, pushing his fingers in harshly, curling them slightly. He found Shizuo's prostate easier than he thought he would- watching Shizuo squeal and grunt... his hips rolling in quick recessions and the way that cock twitched... the man was close to coming.

"Not so fast~"

He reached down, holding onto Shizuo's testes and cock in a vice grip. Shizuo let out a growl, eyebrows furrowing. "F-fuck!"

"Do you want my cock, Shizu-chan?"

Those mocha eyes snapped open and the perfect mouth fell open. "I-"

Izaya curled his fingers again. "Do you want me to fuck you with my cock? Fuck you so hard you'll be feeling me there tomorrow?"

"Y-Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck me!"

Izaya laughed, pulling his fingers out. "Such a good bitch."

Shizuo whimpered at the feeling of Izaya's cock-head breaching the ring of muscle. Slow and steady, Izaya inserted himself. The brunet groaned at the feeling of Shizuo clenching on him. Izaya snickered. "You're sucking me in. Like I said, so greedy, Shizu-chan."

"Fuck Izaya! Hmn."

Shizuo clutched onto the side of the couch so hard that the stuffing from the inside was being ripped out. The feeling of Izaya inside of him hurt like a bitch, but it also felt so fucking good. He was torn between begging Izaya to fuck him and kill the louse. But soon, the pain began to subside and the need to be fully fucked filled him. He pressed his hips against Izaya's.

"Oh god... fuck..."

"Fuck indeed, Shizu-chan. Fuck indeed."

Shizuo cried out as Izaya thrust harshly, filling him and then moving back out- only to push back in quickly and with power. The rhythm was set and it was driving Shizuo up the wall.

"Fuck, flea! Fuck! Hnnngh."

"That's right, Shizu-chan. Scream for me!"

"Haa... Aaah!"

Izaya tilted his pelvis, pressing directly into Shizuo's prostate. Those brown eyes widened and he howled. "F-Fuck! Fuck! Haaa!"

Izaya bit his lip, moving his hips faster- the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin resonated through the room. The squelching noises meshing with Shizuo's moans- causing a symphony to Izaya's ears. He reached down to caress Shizuo's neglected cock.

He wasn't surprised when Shizuo came as soon as he touched him.

Just the sight of the other man shooting, coming all over that perfect stomach and the pretty blouse, caused Izaya's gut to clench. He pumped in and out furiously- coming inside of Shizuo. The taller man groaned at the feeling of hot semen pulsating inside of him, and then Izaya pulled out- finishing out on the top of Shizuo's ass and the backside of the skirt.

Izaya panted as he watched Shizuo fall into the couch and turn over finally, completely spent. His blouse a mess- stained with his own essence and bunched up; his make-up smeared; pantie-hose ripped; and to top it all off- his wig was knocked askew, bleached, shaggy locks peeking out from behind the natural blond locks. Those eyes filled with confusion and lust.

Izaya licked his lips and sneered. "I enjoyed this, truly I did, Shizu-chan. But to protect my own life, I do believe I've overstayed my welcome~"

Izaya quickly pulled out his cell, snapping an innocent photo of a loved up Shizuo and quickly pulled up his pants. "Bye, bye Shizuka-chan~"

And with that, Izaya was gone. Leaving a spent Shizuo, lying on the couch in a mess of sweat and cum... wondering what in the hell just happened.