-๑-๑ ஜ ๑-Chapter 31: Charging cable - -๑ ஜ ๑-๑-
They had just had sex- a second time. For no reason.
Something the flea was probably regretting already- maybe that's why he had closed his eyes all along?
Shizuo didn't know.
He just knew his thoughts were racing, and Izaya's mind was in a similar state.
Not having the guts to move he just stayed where he was- attached to Shizu-chan. Arms still around his body, and he dared not to move.
What had he done?
What was this?
Why had he even suggested it in the first place? Hell and why had Shizu-chan not told him to go to hell and agreed instead? Being horny as hell was one thing but still- he couldn't help but frown, those blond bangs of Shizu-chan tickling his forehead in the process.
He could still feel his heartbeat- pressed against him like this.
Slow. Strong. Easing the frown of his brows he let it wash him away. He didn't hate this.
Of course he didn't.
But he was scared of what the blond was going to do now.
Quit their appointments? Say that this wasn't what they had agreed on? He seriously didn't want to disappear again- and going back to Hachiro was no option.
Fuck what if Shizu-chan really wanted to cancel their meetings now?
Izaya had no idea the same worry was plaguing the blond´s mind at the same time.
Fuck- what if Izaya was going to skip on those appointments now?
The thought of Izaya starting to disappear in front of Shizuo like he almost had once returned with its haunting image as his body went stiff.
No. He wouldn't do that again, right?
Of course not as if he would let him-
Hell- Izaya had started this. Why did he have to be the one worrying about the consequences now? Not that he minded, hell he would be lying if he said he minded.
Mere seconds had passed and Izaya was still catching his breath while Shizuo´s mind already went crazy.
No.
And suddenly his head was clear again.
He just wasn't going to play along with the flea´s games.
That's it.
Why make this complicated when it didn't have to be.
Just in time the raven moved and pressed at the blond´s chest.
his mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but the blond cut him short.
"Seems you aren´t the only irresistible one here," Perplex the raven looked at the blond, of all things he had imagined the blond to say now, a joke definitely hadn't been any of the options.
"... was that a compliment just now?" he asked back- still confused.
Had Shizuo not even realized what they had done?
To be honest Izaya felt a wave of relief crash into him at the thought. Maybe he just considered this still as "one" meeting.
Of course Shizuo knew this was nowhere close to what they had agreed on, but hell.
He was not going to even give the raven a chance to draw any "Consequences" to what they had done.
Okay what now?
He managed to cut the flea short on whatever nonsense he was going to say, but knowing that shitty flea he wasn't going to stay quiet for long.
So what else could he say? Talk about? Rant?
"What about that client?" it was the first thing that came to mind, and considering how the flea had been about to grab his pants to hurry to the meeting it was actually a good question.
"What?" Izaya, however, didn't quite seem to get it.
To hell, Izaya usually was unreadable to Shizuo, but right now he was a freaking open book.
It was almost scary to what degree Shizuo was able to tell how he was grinding his gear about what they had just done.
"You didn't turn up for that appointment," he distracted further, hoping the flea would get on that train and stop second guessing their actions.
A moment of silence followed.
A blink, a second one.
"Worried about good old me?" Izaya asked blankly as it was the only response he could think of. His mind was still pretty busy to come up with a viable excuse.
But he had no idea.
"Nah as if, knowing you, your client is probably pissing his pants cuz you didn't show up."
No idea at all.
"I didn't know you thought I was this scary." The flea felt like he was dangling from a cliff, the unavoidable topic approaching with every second that passed.
"As if. Unpredictable as fuck but not scary."
What was he supposed to do?
"That's rich coming from you."
What was he supposed to say?
"Hey I have my reasons, not my fault you don't get them."
Izaya's mind was going ballistic while his mouth just rambled on with what he could do best- but what after that?
"Well, I can move my appointment, so there is that."
The word appointment only caused that cliff to grow even higher as he realized the blond might be bringing the topic up even sooner.
"Going to interrupt that meeting too?" he questioned, a small laugh hollowing in his throat. But it was not really backed up by his conscience.
Shizu-chan shrugged, slipped from the bed and grabbed his pants.
"So about the next appointment-"
Now.
Now he would ask.
He would ask why the hell he had insisted on a second round. Why the hell he hadn't stopped. Why he had been looking at him the way he did. Why he-
"-we can skip that for two days, right?"
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"Huh?"
Confused Izaya looked at the blond, who was nonchalantly adjusting his belt. The seconds he took seemed like they were consuming hours of time until the blond raised his glance against to face him.
"That's what you wanted right? Enough energy to last for two days straight so you can finish that shady business of yours."
…
… yes.
Yes.
Hell, yes, that was an amazing excuse!
The raven couldn't help but feel a grin spread across his entire face at the sudden solution to his problem had been presented to him on a fucking silver palate.
"Wow I didn't think you would be smart enough to conclude that!" he chirped, fast, the blond had to be annoyed by his insult, but hell he was just so relieved.
"Of course, I'm not stupid," Shizu-chan replied, rolling his eyes as he fixed that bow on his attire.
"Well some might argue you are an amoeba, one of the smallest size to be precise~" Izaya rambled on and on and on.
"Yeah, yeah, and a monster, I know your insults flea." Said flea only kept nodding to himself. "Yes a stupid one at that, so I really need to make sure I praise you for your efforts, don't you agree, Shizu-chan?" Honestly it was almost adorable how much of a relieved mood the raven was emitting.
"Sure." He was getting on his nerves, and insulting his intelligence as usual, and hell Shizuo couldn't be more glad about it.
As long as that bastard stopped grinding his gears he could insult him as much as he wanted. Everything was better than the flea freaking out and cancelling their meetings entirely because he had been so out of it he suggested a second round.
"So, in two days, right?" Shizuo confirmed once more, ignoring the rambling that now turned to even more amusing features about the blond.
"In two days, correct," the flea nodded, that grin still all over his face.
Jesus christ it really was adorable after all.
"Don't let that client wait so long, I feel bad about making him go crazy."
And with that he was gone. Slipped out of the door he had come in and left the happy flea rambling to himself as he rolled on top of the bed.
Holy crap that was close.
What the hell had he been thinking?
Hell what had Izaya been thinking?
He understood why the flea had freaked out after their second round, but he had no idea why he even suggested it in the first place.
It caused his stomach to twitch in hope, warmth and confusion at the same time.
Just like his dreams, his shitty daydreams, whatever you wanted to call them.
He had reached the outside of the building.
Quickly flicking out one of his cigarettes he lit the cancer stick as he leaned against the wall.
People were walking by, some eyeing him, some ignoring him. He guessed some of the residents had noticed how often he was standing here to smoke recently.
Exhaling some of the soothing nicotine he let his head thump against the wall.
So.
Again.
What had that been?
Izaya had suggested another round- a request he obviously regretted a minute later. And hell that excuse for charging the flea up for a couple days was something he had come up with himself so the flea didn't freak out.
That's really what he was at the moment.
A charger.
Shizuo that is.
That's what they had agreed on- him supplying Izaya with needed energy to stay alive.
So why the hell was he dreaming about the flea? He had tried to shove the thought aside for a while now. Ever since he first dreamt of the flea he had tried to ignore the thoughts his brain always seemed to travel back to.
And what kind of thoughts?
Thoughts about Izaya.
About their appointments for once thing, sure, but in front of all that about his actions.
His kisses.
His movement.
The way he seemed to be so elegant in everything he was doing. So captivating.
He really started to like these appointments.
He liked meeting up with the flea. He liked their little chats every now and then, before and after their business. Hell he almost liked them more than the sex.
It was scary- but he already looked forward to meet Izaya again.
If he could he would have stayed here even longer, but he couldn't do that.
The flea would freak out and that thought kinda stung a bit.
Of course.
They merely had an appointment.
Nothing more.
And suddenly it was there again. That urge. That overwhelming urge to turn around, run up those stairs and kiss the flea.
Scream at him that this was not merely an appointment.
Hissing softly, the blond tossed the cigarette he had been smoking to the ground. He had ignored it a bit too long and the gliming fire had touched his lip. Brushing over the tender skin he wondered for a second if he was going to get a blister now.
Izaya would laugh at him if he did. He would surely find it hilarious.
And if he asked why Shizuo even burned himself with a cigarette he couldn't even tell the truth.
Because he had been deep in thoughts about the flea.
He wanted this.
The realization came as sudden as the burn to his lips had.
He wanted the flea.
In many ways.
But most importantly in ways he had never considered before.
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What now?
Litting another cigarette despite the danger of missing it again he let his thoughts run wild.
He could tell the flea about it. Right now, he could walk up those stairs and tell him what he felt. Tell him how he wanted to ravish the flea daily, and not because of some appointment. How he wanted to talk with him, just talk. Listen to that smooth voice tell him things he didn't know- just. Be there.
It was an option.
But none he could take right now. The flea would freak out, ask if he was insane, maybe even quit their appointments, return to Hachiro or god knows who-
The thought drove him so mad the people bypassing him took their distance.
What was the other option?
Stay like this. Patiently and wait.
Because he had seen it.
That expression on Izaya's face. More than once by now.
The way he had looked at him-
There was more to these glances than the flea let on.
And honestly the thought elevated the blond more than he liked to admit.
Satisfied by the conclusion he had come to the blond pushed himself off the wall. The cigarette was tossed inside a bin and the package shoved back into his pocket.
To be completely honest, he was already looking forward to that next meeting.
He was a walking charging cable and he would love to be so for as long as the flea wanted him to.
To be continued~
Ufff so the blond finally realized he feels a bit more for the flea than just a "sense of duty" xD
Sooo updating twice a month is starting to work- although I only got 2 of my 5 wished updates done lmao
BUT
I will keep trying to improve xD
With that being said~ see you on 15th of March C;