Title: Beautiful Mess
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.
NOTE: Based off the movie Pretty Woman, however, it will have MAJOR changes. And smut.
Shizuo pressed his body flush against Izaya's as he worked, leaning down to place soft kisses and little licks to the raven's mid-back. He shivered when the action pressed his arousal against the curve of Izaya's cheeks, and found himself subconsciously rubbing against the smooth skin.
Izaya wiggled, his control threatening to give way. Already, his cock was straining again for attention.
"Shizuo," Izaya spoke in a breathy voice.
"Hm?" Shizuo answered rather distractedly, gyrating his hips in search for that throb of pleasure every time he moved just right. His tongue licked up the small of Izaya's back, his fingers prodding deeper and curving.
Izaya's eyes widened when his nerve endings exploded in a sudden, blissful moment. He was near devastated when Shizuo adjusted his fingers again and it didn't return.
"Fuck, get in me," Izaya panted.
Shizuo suppressed an answering groan.
"You sure it's okay?" Shizuo asked, quickening his fingers. The man beneath him still felt a little tighter than usual.
"Ye- AH! Hah, aah, aaagn," Izaya quivered in ecstasy when the blond managed to hit that spot again. Shizuo straightened his body, aiming two fingers against that incredible little bundle of nerves and hitting it ruthlessly, "Aaaagn, haah, fuck, mmg, Shi- Shizuo... stop! Aah- I won't... last!"
The fingers pulled out abruptly with a small shlurp.
His body heavy from the pleasure override, Izaya almost felt the need to slump down on the couch. His skin prickled pleasantly, cock weeping.
There wasn't much time to rest, however, before Izaya felt something much bigger and hotter than fingers glide teasingly over his entrance.
"Oh-haaah," Izaya gasped as the hot rod slipped into him. Shizuo's hands ran over Izaya's thighs soothingly as he sheathed himself inside, biting his lip when the tightness begged him to immediately pound into the other. But he just grunted, letting his hands roam over the exposed body until he was nearly in to the hilt.
The blond frowned at the limited room on the couch. Neither could spread their legs very far.
"... I'm gonna move a bit," Shizuo instructed, slipping one foot onto the floor, and keeping his other knee on the couch. He pulled at Izaya's body, until the raven was sitting diagonal on the couch, one foot hanging over the edge. Izaya arranged his arms, one on the armrest and one on the back of the couch, using the leverage to drag his body forward and impale himself on Shizuo's cock again.
Shizuo moaned at the friction.
"M-move," Izaya demanded, doing it again.
Shizuo took control of the situation in a pleasurable haze, hands holding Izaya's hips still as he pushed and pulled in and out of that tight canal. His thrusting gradually increased until he was desperately drilling himself in an onslaught of passion. Izaya shoved himself back into the blond for as long as he could, until the thrusts became too frenzied to keep up with and it was all too much.
Instead, the raven clawed at the couch, eyes half open and searing, staring blindly at nothing. His toes curled tightly.
"Shi- Shizu- o, AHN!"
A shiver raced down Shizuo's spine at the broken sound of his name called from those lips, and gasped when Izaya tightened around him. He angled his hips just right to keep Izaya going wild.
Izaya's vocal volume increased as his body trembled dangerously. Sweat glistened along their skin in the dim blue, flickering light.
Moans, breathy grunts, and the loud slaps of skin against skin filled the musky air around them, until Shizuo slipped a hand underneath Izaya's body and grabbed hold of his leaking cock. The organ was slick with precum and Shizuo had merely jerked it twice before he felt it begin to convulse.
Izaya's orgasm was abrupt and shook him to the core, a quick yell leaving his mouth before the white, sticky fluid shot up in strings onto his chest and stomach. His muscles tensed, insides clamping down harshly on Shizuo's engorged flesh, making everything deliriously hotter and tighter and enough to drive him insane. With one last shove, Shizuo drove himself deep into Izaya and shot his seed.
Izaya hummed, his body feeling like jello as he slumped his head to rest on the side of the couch, the warm fluid flooding his insides. Shizuo stood, encased in Izaya, for a while longer, catching his breath. Waiting for his heartbeat to stop going so damn fast. Making sure he could stand.
When his hazy vision focused, he pulled out, another soft shlurping sound heard. With unsteady legs, Shizuo took a few steps to grab a box of tissues on the table, taking hold of a bundle before holding them up to Izaya's backside and bending to wrap an arm around the man's lean waist.
"C'mere," Shizuo said lazily, sitting on the couch and dragging the raven with him. The tissues caught the cum that poured out when Izaya sat up right.
Izaya couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped because of it.
"Finally learning how to not make a mess and stain everything," Izaya said jokingly, wrapping his arms around Shizuo's shoulders as he squirmed to get comfortable in the man's lap.
"Hn," Shizuo answered with a small smile, wiping at the mess before throwing the tissues away and grabbing some more to give Izaya. The raven worked on cleaning his chest and stomach. Shizuo watched him do so absentmindedly, a little sigh escaping his lips before he placed his mouth on Izaya's shoulder and left gentle, feather-light kisses along the curve.
The move made Izaya falter.
Shying away from the kisses, Izaya threw the tissues into the garbage bin.
"Well, I definitely think I can sleep now," Izaya said with more enthusiasm than he felt, turning to get off the blond's lap.
"Izaya," Shizuo said quickly, wrapping his arms around the escaping man quickly. Izaya reluctantly turned back, almost jumping when Shizuo's hand slid to the nape of his neck and pulled him in.
In all honesty, Izaya wanted to cry when the blond kissed him slowly, capturing his lips over and over in a simple, yet completely sensual way.
Why was he doing this! He already got his fuck! There was no reason to keep shoving pins in his chest!
It was almost like...
Almost like...
...
Izaya pulled back rather abruptly. Shizuo's eyes snapped open in surprise.
"Ahahaha," Izaya chuckled a little, looking off to the side, "What the heck is this? Go out, eat dinner, have sex, and a kiss goodnight? You trying to make this into a date?"
Izaya continued to laugh a little hollowly, his tone joking. He wanted Shizuo to laugh with him, or banter back, or do anything that didn't lead to any serious conversation. He'd hoped his voice hadn't betrayed anything. It was a stupid thing to even say, but he was nervous as hell, and the thought had been on his mind. Taunting him.
Shizuo stared.
Izaya avoided his eyes.
A finger ran down Izaya's forearm, and then a hand slipped into one of his own. Izaya swung his head down to look at the joined hands in both surprise and growing fear.
"... can it be?" Shizuo asked tentatively.
Izaya's snapped up to Shizuo's, his body forgetting how to breathe. The shock on the raven's face flustered the blond, causing him to glance away.
The movie that had been playing ended at that moment, sending the room into darkness. Izaya stared straight ahead, able to make out the blond's outline through the black surroundings.
Silence.
Laughter.
Shizuo's eyes widened when Izaya started laughing. He felt the raven shift and stand.
"Hahaha, yeah right. We're complete opposites, Shizu-chan," Izaya spoke mirthfully, "We'd be at each others' throats constantly if we were actually a couple."
And just like that, it was one big joke.
Izaya busied himself by scuffling around the room, picking up this clothes, painfully aware of the silence.
So painfully aware it physically hurt.
Shizuo slowly leaned back into the cushions.
"... haha. Yeah, guess you're right," Shizuo replied, trying to make it sound like no big deal. Izaya closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm about to pass out, so I'm going to bed. Wake me up whenever it's time to leave," Izaya requested, turning swiftly and walking toward the bedroom.
Shizuo didn't stop him.
Izaya's eyes burned. Instead of going to the bed, he dumped his clothes in the room and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him before allowing hot tears to fall.
It was only the worry of what Shizuo might think that left him with the will to fill the tub and get in it. There was no other excuse to stay locked in the bathroom until he could get a hold on his fluttering emotions again.
Izaya methodically dragged his hand across the surface of the warm water, moist eyes following the suds as they gently floated to and fro.
The tears had since stopped their descent from tired ruby eyes, left to dry in untouched trails down the raven's pale cheeks. They made his face stiff.
Closing his eyes, Izaya sunk down deeper into the warm bubbled water, leaning his head back on the cool surface. He lifted his arms, placing his wet hands on the skin of his cheeks and rubbing them thoroughly, erasing evidence of his plight.
The whites of his eyes were still pinkish, however, and the underneaths of his bottom eyelashes were still a little puffy.
Izaya had leaned rather quickly that it was incredibly hard to cry silently when your body felt the need to fold in on itself.
The entire night seemed unreal. Everything had happened so fast and all at once. Izaya felt so much better thinking it was all a dream, but that fantasy wouldn't last for very long.
The fact Shizuo felt something special for him, no matter if it paled in comparison to Izaya's own feelings or not, could not be erased.
And neither could the horrible way Izaya had side-stepped it.
Date.
A date!
What kind of bizarre question was that? Izaya choked on the mere memory of the blond's flustered face.
So close.
So agonizingly close.
Time had stood still for a single moment when Izaya could have chosen to face his fears and follow his heart.
And he threw it away.
He made it into a joke.
Ran.
After all the encouraging words about taking risks and going after what one wants most, the raven felt like a hypocrite. His chest burned unpleasantly.
He tried to tell himself it was for the best. Shizuo would only be burdened by his presence and Izaya would forever be insecure about their relationship.
Pursuing the impossible.
Why?
Why did Shizuo have to wake up?
'Idiot,' Izaya thought somberly, cracking his heavy eyelids open to stare at the ceiling. He wasn't even sure who he was referring to. Both of them deserved the title.
Shizuo wasn't the only one who let emotions get in the way of business. Izaya briefly wondered if such a thing was contagious, and chuckled humorlessly. It was the same hollowed sound he had made in front of Shizuo in a pathetic attempt to show he wasn't concerned with the topic at hand.
A lie.
Such an ugly lie.
With a heavy heart, Izaya pulled the plug on the drain and stood.
A lie or not, it was reality.
He didn't belong here.
Izaya dried himself off and threw on a pair of sweats, turning off the light before leaving the bathroom to sleep next to Shizuo one more time.
Neither were able to fall asleep right away, but turned away from each other, they pretended.
A throbbing headache accompanied Shizuo when he awoke from his slumber. Even the dull blue lighting of morning hurt when he cracked his eyelids open. With fingers gently rubbing his temple, Shizuo sat up, immediately glancing at the other side of the bed.
It bothered him to think such a move had become habit.
Izaya was still there, back turned toward the blond. By the steady rise and fall of his body under the red silk sheets, Shizuo figured he was still in dreamland.
A quick glance at the clock told him it was almost six-thirty in the morning. How he hated mornings. Especially this one.
Another prick of pain pierced his head and he winced, pulling the sheets off his form. Quietly, and slowly, Shizuo slipped out of bed and padded his feet across the carpet, slipping out of the room. He quickly headed for the medicine cabinet and a cold glass of milk.
Washing the pills down with the refreshing liquid, Shizuo plopped himself down on a dining room chair. Usually he would step outside and grab his morning newspaper, but quite frankly, he wasn't very interested in what was going on in the world right now.
He was more concerned with what was going on in his very hotel room.
Or, more specifically, what had and would happen in this very hotel room.
Caramel irises darted to the couch accusingly. The couch stared back with unmoving innocence.
If only it was that easy to blame an inanimate object for last night's happenings.
Dear God, he'd finally got to feel Izaya's lips beneath his own! His own lips tingled at the thought, and yet, even though it had happened just hours ago, it felt so far away.
Even though the raven was lying in the next room, he himself felt so far away.
Something had been there. On that couch, in the flickering light of the television, where breaths were stolen and gasps of pleasure echoed, something had been there. Izaya kissed him, damn it! It wasn't even the other way around! The man who had slithered away twice, the man who deemed a kiss forbidden due to intimacy, was the same man who had jolted Shizuo awake with that very kiss!
Shizuo was so sure, at that moment.
He'd be thrilled.
Because that meant something. It had to! Even if the raven's feelings did not come to par with his own, there was still more there than friendship.
Or so he'd thought.
Even though the medicine had began taking effect, and his headache gradually slipped away, Shizuo's mind still felt as if it would explode.
It took a lot of courage to say what he had last night. Shizuo knew, and knew very well, the complications of what their relationship would entail under his circumstances.
But he didn't care.
As long as Izaya would be there.
Izaya apparently didn't share the sentiment.
Shizuo was almost bitter. Almost. But if he said that he wished Izaya had not kissed him and screwed with his mind last night, he'd be lying to himself. That moment, with Izaya locked in his arms and lips sealed to his own, was a moment he couldn't bring himself to regret.
But the nagging feeling of being cheated wouldn't leave him.
He just didn't understand.
The fact Izaya kissed him was what made him unable to let go. If Shizuo had started it, and was turned down, he would be able to accept the fact Izaya held no romantic feelings for him.
Or was Izaya really just giving him what he wanted as a parting gift?
… but he should have done that when the blond was awake.
Shizuo slumped dejectedly into the chair.
A low buzzing hit his ears in the silence. Furrowing his brow, Shizuo looked around, eyes finally landing on the jacket hanging on the coat wrack.
'Oh, my cell,' Shizuo thought, standing and walking toward said object. The buzzing had already ceased by the time he dipped his hand in the jacket pocket.
A quick flip through his missed calls pulled a tight frown across his lips.
His father had called twice since last night.
Just seeing his name on the screen made Shizuo's blood boil.
He had disliked his father for years now, for many different reasons. But none of those reasons were good enough to cut ties. None of those reasons were good enough to abandon the sense of security he had being a Heiwajima.
But...
The phone once again began vibrating, flashing a familiar number on the screen.
Leaning against the wall, Shizuo flipped the phone open and put it up to his ear.
"What?" Shizuo asked bluntly. If his father noticed the snippy attitude, he didn't call him out on it.
"I've been trying to call you! Where have you been?" Mr. Heiwajima asked in almost a mirror of Shizuo's own curt tone.
"With Izaya," Shizuo said pointedly, pausing to let that sink in to his father's brain before continuing, "Why are you calling me?"
"... I was calling to inform you that you're meeting with a client from China today. We will be finalizing a new contract," Mr. Heiwajima explained.
"China?" Shizuo asked, confused.
"Yes. And I am stationing you in China with them for a while, to oversee all documentation that will be sent back and forth while this merger is being made. It's called-"
Mr. Heiwajima continued to babble, but Shizuo wasn't hearing a word.
He stared blankly at the carpet. With an unbelieving look, the blond shook his head and 'tsk'ed, a wry grin on his features.
"You're trying to get me away from Izaya," Shizuo accused, almost laughing, "You'd really go this far to get me away from someone completely innocent."
"I doubt he's completely innocent," Mr. Heiwajima jabbed, making Shizuo seethe, "but I would have stationed you over there regardless. I have to make sure-"
"Make sure you are screwing them over properly, right?" Shizuo cut in, slowly making his way back to the dining room table, "By the way, how's that cut on your face?"
There was an angry silence.
All smiles, sarcastic or not, fell from Shizuo's face as he gripped the dining room chair.
"If you ever touch him again, even look at him, I'll make you regret it," Shizuo stated.
"You are hardly in a position to threaten me, boy," Mr. Heiwajima growled unpleasantly, "You need to get out of this little fantasy world you're living in and face reality. You're going to let a good fuck ruin you?"
Shizuo sat down in a huff.
"He's more than that!" Shizuo hissed through his teeth, glancing up at the door to the bedroom, "Ruin me? You mean possibly ruin you. That's all you care about. But you know what? You don't have to worry about me possibly ruining you ever again. I quit."
There was an indefinable stutter on the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself."
"What the hell are you saying? Following in your brother's footsteps? Dishonoring your own family? I thought you were more than that."
"What's complete nonsense is the fact I managed to stay around for this long," Shizuo sighed, running a hand over his face, "I thought you were more than this too, father. Tell mother I'll keep in contact, but until you grow a heart, and maybe a conscience while you're at it, I want nothing to do with you. Find a new successor."
Shizuo didn't wait for a reply, snapping the phone shut. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the phone dangling from his hands. Jittery butterflies swirled in his gut, making him feel sick.
Fuck, he really just did that.
The phone vibrated again.
Shizuo stared at it until it stopped, and then set the cell on silent, pushing it away from him on the dining room table. With his head hung low, he sat perfectly still, willing the tidal wave in his stomach to cease.
PenandPaperlove: D: Yeeeah, that being a dream would not have been nice. Good thing I'm a nice person. xD
PuFFizzLE: ((I was afraid izaya would be like "NO THIS IS TO MUCH I MUST RUN AWAY AND BE LONELY FOREVER" But intead he was like "YES I NEED THIS LUST AND SEXY MAN FOREVER even though I'm a little insecure")) LAWL.
HelloMyFallen: xD! So glad you enjoyed it so much! Kiss scene was re-written a ton of times, zomg, but it looks like the emotion I tried to convey was there :3
Anon: Ahahaha, Ruka? Don't get us mixed up, my dear~ Ruka and I wrote Precious Devotion together, but MistressKiko is this author's story :3
SymmetricalUndo: I would skip Chemistry to read Shizaya too. Probably because I DESPISE Science but.. wait, no, I'm supposed to tell you NOT TO SKIP CLASS. Yeah.
amaya-nights rain: I will do my very best to make the ending awesome 8D
Bani: *slams fists on keyboard* I sweeeear I have a problem with 'passed' and 'past' *cry* But thank you for pointing out :3 A phoenix :o! I'd be fine with being a phoenix 8D Haha, AND, I noticed on other websites of yoooours that you like FrauxTeito and I squealed. No, I'm not a stalker. Hehe~
KuroyuuhiNoKanashii: I didn't make Iza-chan disappear! :)
Allen Nara: The WORLD'S president? 8D That would be quite a dangerous thing, haha!
Giveortake: I don't really have any specific comment here, but THANK YOU for that review 8DDD Was very happy when I read it! Hard scene was hard but made an impact, woo!
KuroRingo: The best? xD Aw, thanks so much, but there are many many other wonderful Shizaya fics out there :3
So much text used on responding to reviews :O I just love you guys that much. xD Ooooooooooooooone more chapter, you guys!
ANYWHERE BUT HERE by SAFETYSUIT. I officially deem this the theme song of Beautiful Mess. 'Cause I'm a sap.
