The beginning of the next week or should it be said the beginning of the true game began with a phone call. Izaya had called Shizuo to officially congratulate Shizuo on winning the game. They had set up a time to meet as the start of Izayas' slavery under Shizuo was to begin.
Izaya was both thrilled and nervous never had he put the reins in someone else's hands before. Not without already knowing the outcome of course. Now he had done just that, and it thrilled him even more not knowing what was going to happen next.
Shizuo, on the other hand, was trying to come to terms with what exactly he was planning to do. Since they had planned to meet in one of the night clubs that practically took over the streets of the Roppongi district, he knew that Izaya had at least planned for something that required such a place. He was left to wonder about whether to go through with his plan. He wanted to surprise the flea wanted to shake him up, make him lose that kingly facade and show the true face that lay beneath his harlequins' mask.
Izaya was the first to leave, not being one to show up late. He always left early for most appointments or dates. Not that he went on many dates' seeing as people weren't very fond of him as it is. Especially if they know about his reputation. Take that along with the fact that Izaya hasn't ever really gotten any sort of sexual cravings for another human being male or female, and you get a recipe for a 25-year-old virgin. However, over the last week, he found himself feeling strange, different from usual.
Izaya never thought that just one human being. Wait no, he never thought that the monster of all people could ever take over his train of thought so thoroughly. No matter what he was thinking about or doing somehow it always led back to that stupid protozoan. This irked Izaya a bit seeing as he was supposed to always be in control of everything including himself, but somehow that damn Neanderthal always managed to fuck it all up, which is the main reason for Izayas' hatred of the man. With a sigh, Izaya pushed all his nagging thoughts to the back of his mind and just focused on keeping up his perfect mask as he made his way to club GasPanic.
Shizuo left quite a bit later around 11-o-clock. As he waited, he probably went through at least a pack of cigarettes in the last 4 hours, mainly because he kept breaking them between his fingers every time the image of Izaya half-naked beneath him popped into his head. Sure he liked the image, but he would have preferred it to be someone other than the louse. He was now forcing himself out the door at the last minute, which meant he would most likely show up late at least that hadn't changed.
Izaya stood against the bar as he waited for Shizuo to show up. Holding his fourth drink in his hand, he swirled the contents absentmindedly feeling a slight floating feeling. Like clouds in his head.
"I hope this helps" he muttered to himself before chugging it down and placing it on the coaster next to him.
His nerves were going to get the best of him if that damned monster didn't show up soon. It had been over an hour since Izaya had gotten there which meant Shizuo was already running a good 30 minutes late. How very typical of the Neanderthal. Izaya thought as he looked up at the door to see if the damned brute had arrived yet. Only to have his crimson eyes widen as a very tall blond man walked through the doorway wearing a tight-fitting open-necked light blue dress shirt that exposed a very well-muscled honey-toned chest and a pair of tight-fitting black jeans that perfectly showed of the man's well-formed ass. His long fingers slipped into the pockets at his hips. Honey yellow eyes flickered across the dance floor before landing on Izaya a slight grimace pulled at the man's thin lips. The very sexy giant made his way towards Izaya. Weaving through the crowd of dancing bodies stopping just as he reached the raven.
As he towered over the flea Shizuo took a moment to look him over, noticing how the thin fabric of Izayas' t-shirt clung to the very subtle muscles of the smaller man's chest. He gave an appreciative grunt as he leaned down setting his right hand on the counter behind the wide-eyed raven. His other hand resting on his hip. Letting his eyes drift further down to the tight dark gray skinny jeans that perfectly showcased the fleas' round firm ass and long thin legs.
"Sorry to make you wait so long," Shizuo said noticing the slight dust of pink on the informant's cheeks.
"it's alright … Master" Izaya said blinking a little surprised by their close proximity.
"Master?" Shizuo drawled letting his left hand raise up to gently grasp the fleas chin.
"Yes… Master, I am yours starting today." Crimson eyes darted to the side in feigned embarrassment.
With a chuckle, Shizuo backed off grabbing a hold of the louses' wrist pulling him to a more secluded part of the club.
"Master?" Izaya questioned warily. This wasn't normal behavior for the brute and Izaya couldn't help the was his heart began to beat faster against his ribcage and hopped it was just the alcohol going to his head.
Shizuo let out a sigh once they'd reached a secluded corner of the club. Pulling Izaya up against his chest. It really did make the flea seem so very small and fragile when they were this close. The vulnerable look in those crimson eyes as they gazed up at him had to be on purpose. Was the damned louse purposefully egging him on? Well if the flea wanted it. He certainly wasn't going to refuse. Leaning down and grabbing the fleas chin he crushed his lips against Izayas in a bruising kiss. Tasting the sweet tang of alcohol on his tongue. Izayas' fists beat deftly against the brute's chest his body twisting slightly in a failed attempt to get free.
Shizuo slid his free hand around Izayas' waist and up under his shirt. Letting his fingers caress the supple warm flesh of the fleas' lower back. His tongue pressed against Izayas' rosy lips asking for entrance. When it wasn't granted he pinched at the ravens' hip causing him to gasp in pain. Allowing Shizuos' tongue to enter and explore this newly opened part of the slender raven. Izaya almost bit down on the blondes' tongue but the feeling of the brutes' large rough hand sliding into his jeans grasping one firm globe and needing it stopped that plan dead in its tracks. Izaya gasped at the pleasant sensation. Giving in with a pained whimper. Izaya let his body relax. He knew that there was no way out of this since the damn brute had set his mind to it.