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.
"Orhara-san..." Shiki said as he tried to look through his papers. But it was quite difficult in his position with Izaya sitting on his lap with his belly to the sofa and his legs. He was furiously typing away.
"Why are you here?" Shiki sighed in exasperation. He felt like he was babysitting an immature kid.
"Oh? Am I unwelcomed here too?" Izaya looked up at Shiki disgruntled for a brief second before going back to his texting.
Shiki tried to shift his legs but it was near impossible with the weight of a full grown man on top of him. He leaned back on his black leather sofa sinking in further as he felt Izaya's stomach and the informant's weight shift towards him heavily.
"I didn't send you to Heiwajima-san to have you come back to me rejected."
"Perhaps you should train me further then. Shizu-chan didn't like me very much." Izaya grumbled as he typed away, ignoring Shiki's irritation and how the Awakusu men stood around them awkwardly.
"Orihara-san." Shiki said with a commanding voice. Guilty, Izaya looked up from his cellphone.
"Don't come back here after you get dumped. I'm not going to comfort you."
Izaya's face flushed red with anger.
"I didn't get dumped!"
"Oh? Then why are you here? Rejected by Heiwajima-san? Wanting to be re-trained even though we both know that it was all farce. It's getting old, Orihara-san. Go sulk in your own corner in your studio."
Izaya gritted his teeth and stood up.
"Fine!" Izaya stomped off to the door.
When he swung open, there was Akabayashi, leaning against it as if he was eavedropping. He laughed nervously at Izaya and said a cheerful hello. Izaya glared down at the man with the flaming red hair. Izaya turned back once to glare at Shiki to say, "And I didn't get dumped!"
"Of course, Orihara-san." Shiki nodded agreeably.
With that, Izaya ran out the door.
Akabayashi craned his neck to see the young informant rush out the building, then came inside the room as he closed the door behind him.
"You okay with him leaving like that?"
Shiki shrugged. "He'll come back eventually. But I'm tired of taking care of him whenever he gets injured with small wounds."
Akabayashi laughed heartily as he sat down. "Well, just make you sure keep him in check. He's in your care after all."
Shiki sighed with transparent vexation.
As the cool autumn air hit Izaya's face harshly, he grew even more bitter. He loved humans, but it was terribly irritating when all of them hated him so much.
"It's okay! I love you all ANYWAY!" Izaya shouted to no one in particular. A few people around him looked at him as if he was crazy and continued to walk away from the said-man. Izaya started skipping down the road feeling a bit more cheerful.
"Ah yes humans. I love you all despite how you all hate me. You all hate the truth because truth hurts you. The truth that I love you hurts you. But in the end, truth prevails! Yes, yes, yes..." Izaya mumbled to himself, not caring that his logic made no sense nor that people were giving him weird looks.
Izaya started to analyze his situation now that he had cheered himself up. Heiwajima Shizuo was always a creature Izaya couldn't completely figure out but he was a simple man who walked a straight path. His recent behaviors have changed dramatically and though Izaya couldn't understand any of it right now, it must be something simple to figure out.
So basic, that Izaya was missing the bigger picture.
Heiwajima Shizuo had started to control his anger around him. The fact that Izaya had lost that one control he had over Shizuo was very vexing. Irritating. In fact, it was worse than just a small annoyance. It was like a small thorn that dug in deeply into his heart as time went by.
Why did he lose that one control he had over Shizuo?
Izaya gritted his teeth as he finally reached his building and quietly entered his elevator.
A small ding, and he arrived to his flat. The eerie deja vu hit him once more as the door opened. He almost expected to see Shizuo sitting down on the floor, leaning against the door.
But the hallway was empty, devoid of any human presence.
He sighed glumly as he opened the door to his place. Only silence greeted him.
Izaya generally didn't mind the silence. But that day, a strange loneliness slapped him on the face hard. He could always go online and chat or check out the latest rumors in the dollars boards. But he didn't feel like doing any of these things.
Instead Orihara Izaya did something he had not done in years.
He kicked off his shoes and went to bed early, not caring about what was going on with his beloved humans in Ikebukuro.
Tom fidgeted as he glanced as his tall kouhai.
For several hours he was staring at the sky and sighing.
Last time he was depressed like this was... few weeks ago? When he asked about Awakusu-kai.
That scared Tom quite a bit, wondering if Shizuo had gotten mixed up with something dangerous.
But nothing came out of it so Tom thought it was alright.
However, now Shizuo was back to sighing at the sky as he stared into nothing in particular.
"Shizuo?" Tom asked tentatively, hoping he won't be setting off a time bomb. "Are you okay?"
Shizuo nodded.
"If you want, I can listen." Tom suggested.
Shizuo shook his head.
"Nah, it's okay Tom senpai. I think... I've decided."
"Oh? What did you decide?"
"I think... I'll give up on Izaya."
Tom blinked. Carefully he asked, "Give up... on Izaya?"
"Yeah..." Shizuo blew out the smoke lazily as the hazy film mingled with air and disappeared. "I think it's for the best."
Now Tom was very confused. Last time he had seen Orihara Izaya, he was half-way nude as he clung to Shizuo and shut the door on him.
Tanaka Tom was a reasonable and logical guy. He knew who to trust and where to lay his loyalty. If his kouhai always hated Izaya and since he always knew that Izaya was well renowned for being a troll, it didn't even cross his mind that Shizuo and Izaya had slept together that night. It was obvious to him that Izaya had somehow blackmailed him and/or was creating a blackmail material with Tom as the witness. Or perhaps Izaya had wanted to just make the situation awkward and make Shizuo's life miserable.
Either way, Tom knew better than to trust what he saw or rather, what Izaya wanted Tom to see. He believed in Shizuo and one concrete unshakable fact was:
Heiwajima Shizuo hated Orihara Izaya's guts.
This was suppose to be an irreversible truth. Like how the sun always rose from the east and would set on the west. Like how one could never chase to the end of the rainbow. Like how oil and water could never mix.
But here was Heiwajima Shizuo talking about giving up on Orihara Izaya.
"Give... up?" Tom asked hesitantly. He didn't understand what Shizuo was giving up. Would he give up his hatred for the man? Their twisted relationship where Shizuo would blow up in anger at the sight of him? Or was there something more?
What had Orihara Izaya do that day? Tom could not help but wonder again why that informant was there half nude at Shizuo's apartment and how Shizuo didn't immediately punch him out the door.
And Tom had clearly seen those kiss marks too.
At first, Tom believed they were fake since he believed in Shizuo and wouldn't ever want to betray his trust by believing in Izaya's lies but... now Tom wasn't sure what to believe.
'Calm down Tom. Just be patient and listen to Shizuo. I'm sure he'll eventually tell me the truth.' Tom thought to himself. The worst thing he could do right now was somehow fall prey into Izaya's trap. And he would never do that, especially for his sake as well as his kouhai's.
"Hey, how about we just call it a day." Tom offered when Shizuo was silent for too long.
"We've been taking too many breaks, Tom-senpai."
'Well that's partially your fault...' Tom thought to himself, but he smiled instead and shrugged.
"We'll work harder on getting back those debts tomorrow. I'm starving. How about Russia Sushi? Eh?"
Bakyura-san has just joined the chat.
Setton
Good evening! Ah, wait perhaps it's still afternoon.
Tanaka Taro
Good afternoon Bakyura-san. Yes it's rather a vague time isn't it.
Bakyura
Cheers.
Kyo
Oh look, it's Mr. Playboy who likes his whistle blown.
Mai
Good evening.
Bakyura
Wait, WHY is my whistle STILL being talked about?
Gaki
Good afternoon. Correct terminology would be 'good evening' after 6pm I believe. But I don't believe it really matters.
Bakyura
Ah... thanks? Oh hey who's the new guy?
Kyo
Oh my, Gaki-san truly knows what he's talking about. To be able to say so with such pin-point accuracy and boldness, I say he's definitely making a strong impression of himself in this chat room early on.
Mai
Yes. Smart-ass.
Mai
Ow!
Kyo
Ah, please ignore my sister. She's quite the potty mouth. I will make sure to wash her teeth with soap tonight.
Mai
Mean.
Saika
Please don't fight.
Kyo
Oh we're not fighting. We're just...
"Masaomi is online again? You're such an addict." Saki giggled as she leaned on his shoulder and watched. Kida smiled wryly as he typed into his cellphone.
"I'm just gathering information for Izaya-san."
"Why? He's online. See?" Saki pointed at Izaya sitting on his desk, leaning his chin on his palm as he too stared at his computer screen.
Normally Izaya would have a Cheshire cat grin on his face, but he looked lifeless all day.
Kida sighed.
"Not sure what's wrong with Izaya-san today but he doesn't seem to be feeling well."
"True. He haven't told his sisters to leave the chat huh." Saki chimed in. For a girl who doesn't use the internet much, she always seem to know a lot of information.
"Masaomi-kun." Izaya said out loud. Everyone in the room jumped at the commanding yet bored voice. Everyone was edgy all day because their employer was in a foul mood.
"Saki. And Namie-san. We're gonna go eat dinner." Izaya got up with a finality in his voice.
"Dinner?" Namie asked, while in the middle of organizing the paper works that Saki and Kida had brought in that day.
"Yes. Dinner. I'm in the mood for sushi." Izaya said.
Saki smiled and whispered to Kida, "Guess he wants to cheer himself up with ootoro and doesn't want to be alone."
"I know that shhh!" Kida whispered back. He quickly typed on his phone.
Bakyura
Ah sorry, gotta go! Smell ya all later!
Bakyura-san has just left the chat.
Kyo
Smell us? But that's quite literally impossible over the intern... ah he's left already. Darn.
Kanra-san has just left the chat.
Kyo
Ah? Kanra-san was here too and just left as well?
Tanaka Taro
I didn't even realize Kanra-san was online. Kanra-san was so quiet.
Setton
That's pretty unusual. Usually we can't stop Kanra-san from chattering away.
Mai
Sick?
Kyo
Oooh, the world is coming to an end if Kanra-san loses the ability to gossip with us the latest news of Ikebukuro!
Saika
Maybe Kanra-san just got disconnected... it happens to me all the time.
Gaki
Haha. Saika-san's always so cute...
"OOoh! Shi-Zu-Oh! Frown is bad for customer! No customer, we lose business! No business, then live on the streets! Streets cold! Frown cold!"
"That... makes no sense Simon." Shizuo frowned harder at Simon's 'lame' attempt at Japanese.
"Well, I think it's the rain that's keeping the customers from venturing out to eat today..." Tom noted as he looked out the entrance. Tom and Shizuo were sitting at the bar as they waited Dennis to prepare their sushi. There were barely any customers, but all of them knew better than to sit next to the blond man in bartender outfit. The gloomy skies darkened even quicker with the gathering clouds as the storm started to brew rapidly.
"Even more reason! Frown keep sun away! No sun, no business! Smile Shi-Zu-Oh!" Simon continued his terrible Japanese.
"Thanks but I'm fine." Shizuo waved him off. He broke his chopsticks and frowned when instead of splitting it into two, his fingers gripped it too hard and snapped it into halves.
"Here," Tom said as he quickly switched chopsticks with Shizuo. His own was already broken into a neat set. "You can use mine."
"Thank you, Tom-san." Shizuo said with a sigh which clearly indicated that he was just having an exhaustive bad day.
"Not at all." Tom said as he snapped himself a new pair. He lightly tapped on his green tea cup. It was still scorching hot. Tom was impressed how the boiling liquid hadn't melted the glass yet. Tom half wondered how in the world Simon could even hold them in his hands to place them in front of his customers.
Shizuo remained silent, still brooding over something quietly. Tom gauged his pros and cons as well as figuring out the timing before he finally spoke, "Did you want to talk about it?"
"Huh?" Shizuo half spoke, while his brain was still half listlessly swimming in empty air.
"You said… you were… giving up on… Izaya?" Tom approached the delicate problem like an experienced bomb diffuser.
"Ah, yeah." Shizuo was still staring blankly in front of him, which was just Dennis making their plate of nigiri.
"... care to explain?" Again, Tom asked as lightly and gently as possible.
"Yeah... ...I think I'm tired." Shizuo nodded as he sipped his green tea. Again, Tom wondered where and which planet Simon and Shizuo had come from to be able to drink the boiling lava.
"Tired… of?" Tom knew he was approaching the sensitive topic now.
"Izaya."
"..." Tom forced himself to swallow his sigh. He came back to square one. It didn't explain to him at all why Shizuo was tired of Orihara Izaya. Wasn't he always angry at him?
No. He was always angry at him but that didn't mean he was necessary tired of...
Tom's thought broke once Simon placed their plates of assorted nigiri.
"To-ro, sa-keh, sah-ba, eh-bi, ha-ma-chi, un-a-gi, and…" Simon placed another wooden plate in front of Shizuo. "Ta-ma-goh for Shi-zu-oooh~"
"Ah… thank you, Simon." Tom said as he looked at his plate.
"Uhh, Simon, where's the tako?" Tom asked when he realized, he was missing one. Instead he had a sausage, wrapped in nori, cut into a small octopus shape with a smiley face painted on it with the eel sauce.
"Oo! Tako out! But! No fear! We have special tako today!"
Tom sighed as he picked up his chopsticks to eat. "We're not in grades school anymore, Simon..."
Signing even deeper, he thought how this small piece of sausage will cost the same as a tako nigiri. It was worse than a highway robbery.
But then, Tom had a better idea.
He picked up his tako 'nigiri' and placed it on Shizuo's plate. The blond, in the middle of chewing on one of his eggroll sushi looked over at his senpai, his eyes questioning his move.
"You can have mine. Remember how we used to share lunch up at the rooftop?"
"Oh yeah… I remember you did always have those tako in your lunch boxes… the ones your mother always made?"
Tom nodded. "And you used to always buy melonpan and milk."
Shizuo lightly chuckled in memory, which was a good sign, Tom noted. He was slowly drifting away from that blank look that was on his face. Tom figured if he wouldn't be able to find out what was the problem, at least he could help his kouhai recover from it. Regardless of what it was, the cause and the source was always the same: Orihara Izaya. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't anything good. Tom didn't really feel the need to know the rest and started to focus on making his friend laugh a little. The poor guy was miserable enough as he was.
"I don't know… I don't think Simon's tako is gonna taste as good as your mom's cooking, Tom-san." Shizuo jested as he fingered the nori on the tako. The light grip made the tako pop up a bit as if he was trying to struggle free from the hold.
"Give it a try. Let me know if you feel sick, I'll call for an ambulance." Tom smirked.
"With all due respect, dear sir" Dennis said as he leaned forward and smiled, "I can guarantee that it's fresh and not…"
"Oh Shi-Zu-Oh! No worry! We not use human meat! Authentic Japanese only!" Simon piped up from behind.
"That…'s very reassuring Simon," Shizuo's smile grew to a slightly larger grin as he waved off the bad joke, except Simon didn't look like he was joking.
"But it's true Shi-Zu-Oh! We use only Fresh Japanese!"
Tom groaned, "You're only making it worse Simon." Then he flashed a grin at his kouhai. "So, think your iron stomach can still handle weird sausages?"
"Tom-senpai, your mom's sausages were not that bad." Shizuo grinned.
"They were horrendous, what are you talking about?" Tom made a gesture with his hands.
Shizuo laughed out loud as he remembered how Tom used to do that back in middle school too. Shizuo took the tako bravely and popped in his mouth. And chewed.
Tom looked over incredulously. "Still feeling fine?"
"Mmfmm…" Shizuo chewed slower, tasting the food as his eyes look above him, thinking.
After he swallowed, he said, "it wasn't bad."
"… that means I probably shouldn't have had that. Considering you liked my mom's sausages, I'm worried about the flavor of that sausage you just ate."
Shizuo couldn't help smiling fondly at his kind senpai's grumbling tone as he started to pick on his nigiri. He knew that Tom had gone out of his way to cheer him up and Shizuo indeed did feel better.
"Hey Tom-san…" Shizuo was about to speak when he looked up upon hearing new customers arriving to the Russia Sushi.
Shizuo's face froze as his eyes stared in shock at the fur trimmed hoodie he knew from anywhere.
Izaya stood at the entrance, his face in shock as his little group stood behind him with their backs turned as they shook the water off their umbrellas, not yet noticing the chaotic nature of the situation inside the restaurant that was worse than the upcoming storm outside.
Author's Note:
I think most people should know all the chat people's names but just for reference:
Setton – Celty
Tanaka Taro – Mikado
Saika - Anri
Kanra – Izaya
Kyo – Kururi
Mai – Mairu
Gaki – Akabayashi
Bakyura – Kida
(And yeah I know Akabayashi only joins after Kanra goes 'missing' and Chrome joins but I decided to write it this way. )
blackwingsgreeneyes: WOW. I woke up and saw I had 41 emails today and went WHUT. lol. Thank you so much... i honestly didn't expect someone to read and review all the chapters all from the beginning since it starts off with straight shiki x izaya smut. and i find it cute that you go "MY shizuo-sama but he's not mine" ahahaha... glad you liked it despite the slow start! (And lol at the thought of you reading this fic on your phone IN SCHOOL AND CLASSES AND CAFETERIA and still reviewing? my goodness XD )
Blindsighted : AHAHAHAHA ERM yeeeeah *shifty eyes* You kinda do have to 'stay strong' at first if you are shizaya fan since it starts off with straight up shikizaya smut huh... which is why i'm so surprised to see anyone who even gives this fic a try. (and isn't turned off by the first 4 chapters to read the rest lol) Thank you for giving this fic a try and not giving up. it made my day! hope you do well on your midterms!
Angel of 513 : Welcome back! and yeeeah and now this time Shizuo forgot everything...