SEQUEL
Title: Filled to the Brim Again
Rating: M
Pairing: Shiki x Izaya later Shizuo x Izaya
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: I want a hot smut Shizaya continuation. Is that too much to ask, dear anon-san? ;_;
Uhm... I have a few things in mind..
Cowboy!Izaya, 69, Izaya being forced to call Shizu-chan "master"? ;o;, dry orgasm, Izaya coming without being touched, HAIR PULLING OHGODYES;o; and uh... Iderno. You can add anything you want.
Would it be weird if I asked for some spankies...? /
Author's Note: ... trying to fill all those smut requests resulted in this monster OTL (I don't think I can fill all those in that list but I'm trying to get as close as I can)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.
Izaya stirred, startling Shizuo as he paused from pouring cool water on his back.
"… cold…." Izaya muttered his eyes still closed. In fact his brows squeezed together into a small frown just a little bit as he quivered.
Shizuo let out a small sigh as he smiled weakly. He turned the facet so a bit warmer water poured out. Izaya moaned lightly, as he felt something warm approach him. His arms stretched out, reaching out in a child-like manner and grabbed onto Shizuo's neck when he leaned over to turn the facet.
Shizuo was pulled under gently, though awkwardly as he tried to balance himself without falling head first into the tub. Shizuo's heart pounded loudly in his ears as he wasn't sure if Izaya had heard him or he was acting instinctively to grab anything warm.
"I… don't think we can both fit in, Izaya," Shizuo whispered as his lips brushed his ear. Izaya's weakened grip loosened and Shizuo quickly grabbed him before he sunk into the water.
"Geez you're a handful." Shizuo wasn't sure if this was Izaya's new way of trolling him or…
Shizuo picked up Izaya as he stepped into the tub. It really was a tight squeeze and it wasn't possible for two grown men to be in it, but Shizuo managed somehow, as he placed Izaya on top of him and his legs outside of the tub in an awkward fashion. As he stepped in and sat at the corner end, the water gushed and flowed out of the tub. Shizuo tried to submerge Izaya as far as he could without drowning him. He did stop shivering once the tepid water and Shizuo's body temperature warmed him up.
Shizuo took a handful of shampoo and started to gently massage Izaya's scalp, gathering the suds and lathering his silky hair.
Izaya's head felt fuzzy as his wits muddled in the haziness of the fever. He was burning up and yet cold at the same time. He heard gentle whispers but could not decipher them as his clouded mind remained unfocused and fatigue won over his body.
Izaya moaned when he felt the familiar cool water cleanse him from the itchiness and stickiness that clung to his skin. He reached out to grab that warmth when the cool water no longer cooled his feverish body but rather made him too cold. He leaned into that gentle hand that lathered his hair, enjoying the feel of those strong fingers massage his scalp. It tickled when the fingers brushed behind his ears and he shivered involuntarily against the hard muscular body that supported him from below.
The informant was used to being cleaned by another man while he was tired and didn't think much of it when the water poured down from his head, down to his neck and his back, washing away the dirt and the sweat. He trembled again as he could feel his body turning aroused from being conditioned over the years of having sex while being rinsed by the hands of another.
Izaya leaned forward, seeking for a pair of lips he could kiss, finding it easily as he sucked on them. His hands did not have much strength but he clung to those sturdy shoulders, pushing himself a bit to grind their lower regions together. Izaya heard a low moan, and his clouded mind could not figure out if it was his or his partner's.
The tired man could feel his erection rub against the other's, the friction a welcoming sensation even though his body was sore. A hesitant hand twirled around Izaya's erection before encircling it in his palm and pumped him gently. This time, Izaya did know it was him who was moaning for more.
Izaya shuddered when he felt feathery kisses around his neck, unused to the soft gentleness of any lips on him, as the lithe tongue licked him tenderly. Izaya winced only once when he was lifted and a teeth grazed his nipple before a warm mouth covered it, sucking on his bud that hardened under such delicate care.
Wishing to give back, Izaya held onto both of his partner's cheeks and sought his sweet lips. His mouth was filled with cigarette-flavored scent as he relished in the feel of the smooth tongue that gently consumed him.
When they finally pulled away, Izaya grabbed onto the hand that was pumping him and guided him toward his hole that was begging for attention. He flinched and arched as a finger probed inside, filling him with water as it entered.
Shivering, Izaya called out his name out of habit, used to moaning out the name of his partner.
"Shiki-san…"
The finger that delved inside him stopped and Izaya wiggled his hips impatiently.
"Shiki-san… don't stop," Izaya begged.
The finger moved in again waveringly, unsure of itself. Izaya squeezed down on it, moving his hips to coax it to go in deeper. Izaya was very unused to having Shiki be so gentle and careful with him.
"Shiki-san… I want… your cock,"
There was another pause before a small voice told him no.
"So cruel…. You were always unfair, Shiki-san. And all I ever wanted was you," Izaya said, his words which were repeated so many times when Shiki had teased him that he now said them out of routine.
But the finger did continue to massage him not taking too long to reach his prostate. It rubbed against him just as the other hand continued to pump his swollen cock. Izaya's hazy mind did think something was unnatural but did not complain against such a tender care that Shiki had never shown him before. His body was used to the cigarette flavored kisses and the warm water that cleansed him as he was being fucked, although usually roughly, and though he was still only partially awake, his body knew how to enjoy the practiced ritual.
"Aah… Shiki-san, th… that feels good…
Don't stop… please don't…
…. right… there… aaah…. Aaaah!
Shiki-san…
Shiki-san…
Shiki-san…
I'm… I'm gonna…!"
It didn't take long for Izaya to climax under such saccharine administration. After cumming in several sweet squirts Izaya promptly fell asleep into a deep luscious slumber.
Shizuo woke up to the lights shining through his blinds and an empty bed. That wasn't very unusual but he jerked himself up when he realized that Izaya wasn't there anymore.
Strange sense of loss filled his heart as he looked at the empty space next to him. There was still kitty ears on the floor and a lone maid head gear crumpled near the pillow that told him that the last night did happen.
Shizuo never slept next to anyone after he moved in to his apartment and lived alone. He should be used to waking up daily in his bed by himself but his arms still felt the warm body heat of that other man and his chest tightened as he remembered those weak hands cling to his shoulders with desperate need.
The blond groaned with a light headache and got up to get to work. It looked like he over slept a bit and he didn't have his phone to call Tom-san that he would be late.
When he opened the door to his living room, his nostril was flooded with the smell of breakfast; burnt toasts, and scrambled eggs. Slightly apprehensive and yet with a tint of hope, Shizuo rushed to his kitchen.
Sure enough, there was Izaya, wearing his white shirt that was long enough to cover his bums barely… and nothing else. Or at least it seemed like it was nothing else.
The raven haired young man turned around from the stove with his spatula and smirked, "Good morning Shizu-chan. Sorry I borrowed your shirt. Shiki-san was kind enough to drop me off here with just the maid outfit and only one pair of under garments which are both a bit too wet for me to wear right now," then Izaya went back to his eggs, which were actually over-easy, not scrambled.
Shizuo looked genuinely confused as he sat on his chair in front of his small table. He couldn't help but keep staring at Izaya's bums and those lean bare legs. Izaya had rolled up the sleeves because they were too long. The dress shirt that fit Shizuo perfectly looked about two sizes too large on Izaya as it swished around the edges at the bottom, almost like a dress. The itchy question was burning in his mind and Shizuo couldn't help but blurt out after a long observation of how Izaya's butt kept distracting him, "Izaya… are you wearing anything under that?"
"Alas, your boxers don't fit me, Shizu-chan. Looks like you got wider hips or something. They keep slipping off. And none of your belts have holes where I need them to even borrow your pants," Izaya shrugged, as he remained focused on his eggs. He plopped two slices of butter covered bread on the side to grill them on the pan as well.
"Unless you want me to wear that thong, Shizu-chan?" Izaya leered as he glanced back.
Izaya raised an eyebrow when he noticed that Shizuo wasn't looking at him but seemed to be very pre-occupied with something in the living room. He didn't notice the debt collector's faintly blushing ears.
Izaya shrugged as he placed the two sandwiches on a plate and carried them to the table. He walked back to the fridge to get a large carton of milk to pour two glasses.
"Shizu-chan, you really need to stock up on your food supplies. There's practically nothing here decent enough for any meal. I had to scramble around to find anything. And geez, your eggs are like 3 days before they expire. I prefer my breakfast to be traditional style with miso soup and… Shizu-chan, are you listening to me?"
Shizuo stared speechless at Izaya. When Izaya snapped a finger at his direction, Shizuo came out of his trance. "Err.. yeah."
"Well, whatever. Eat up," Izaya said as he bit into his sandwich. He licked at the yellow driblets of the yoke as they dripped down the side of his toast.
Shizuo slowly picked up his sandwich and still stared at it in disbelief.
"It's not poisoned," Izaya frowned when he noticed that Shizuo wasn't taking his first bite.
"Ah, that's not it," Shizuo paused, not know what else to say. Instead he took a mouthful of the egg and toast sandwich gratefully.
"Mmfm… 'ish good," Shizuo said with a mouthful.
Izaya shrugged nonchalantly, "Of course. I made it after all."
Shizuo's temper did flare up at the comment, but he let that slide for now as he ate quietly.
However the silence was deafeningly as they ate without a conversation. Shizuo, being Shizuo who lacked tact, couldn't help but ask, "Er… so Izaya."
"Yeah?" Izaya bit into his half-eaten breakfast hungrily.
"Do you… remember last night?"
"Of course. You raped me," Izaya drank his milk as he replied casually, as if the topic was as mundane as the weather outside. There was an awkward silence on Shizuo's part. Izaya's face didn't show any glee but he smirked inwardly to see Shizuo fidget uncomfortably in guilt. Good, he deserved that.
"Be grateful I even made you breakfast Shizu-chan. Speaking of which, you still haven't thanked me," Izaya retorted as he went back to biting into his egg sandwich. "Not that I expect one from you."
"Err… thanks for the breakfast," Shizuo quickly added and Izaya took the compliment apathetically.
"But, Izaya… don't you remember anything… else?" Shizuo couldn't help but wonder if Izaya had heard him last night or remembered anything in the bathtub. Though it embarrassed him to ask, he needed to know.
"I don't remember anything else," Izaya shrugged and watched Shizuo's face fall. Izaya enjoyed hurting this man.
"Oh, wait. I do," Izaya added in after-thought. Shizuo looked back up all hopeful.
"You tried to kick me out. I guess I should thank you for letting a poor ravished maiden sleep on your bed so he doesn't get raped as soon as he stepped out the door by goodness knows what other rapist wolves out there. I hope the egg sandwich is a good 'thank-you-for-raping-me-and-letting-me-s
leep-next-to-my-rapist.' Why of course I'm very grateful," Izaya delivered the stab and twisted it inside Shizuo's heart with a perfectly serene smile.
Izaya practically reveled when he saw Shizuo's guilt-stricken face stare at him speechlessly.
Shizuo stammered a reply, "Wait, so… you don't remember me calling Shinra?"
"Did you? I hope you didn't bring him over. All things considered, I'd rather keep this embarrassing event to our selves."
"You're the one who told me NOT to have him over!"
Izaya shrugged. He sort of remembered but sort of didn't. Last night was a blur for him. Either way, he enjoyed goading this hateful man more than he cared about what really happened last night. Shizuo's buttons were really easy to push, and Izaya enjoyed making this man hate him even more. After all, that was the basis of their relationship for many, many years now.
"Don't remember."
"Why you little fucking flea! I took care of you last night!"
"Oh you sure did alright. I remember being fucked senseless at least."
"Not that kind of 'take care of' you fucking flea!"
"Oh Shizu-chan. You. Taking care of me? What else could it be other than violent beatings and chasing me out of Ikebukuro? Oh right, let's add option three to that list, rape."
There was a distinct sound of crunch as Shizuo's hands crushed the edges of the table as he tried his best to keep his temper in check.
Just then, the door bell rang to interrupt both their conversation.
Author's Note:
xYurikyo: haha... awww thank you
Sabathiel: As of now, Izaya doesn't remember the bathtub scene.
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