'Tis the season to be jolly...or so they say... So I decided to give my wonderful fans a new chapter to enjoy to get into the hollyday spirits! Happy Yuletide everyone~
"Why is this so important to you? And why are you making all this...Eggu-noggu...thing?" Izaya complained to his son.
Because it's Christmas, dad!" Haru said and stared up at his daddy with his best puppy-dog eyes. "And...I had to watch my cousin getting gifts year after year, and I never got any! Why can't I have presents too, daddy?" He said, making sure to choke up a little. Izaya stared at his son, his eyes wide in horror.
"Stop looking at me like that!" Izaya yelped out, but Haru kept up the puppy-dog look. Were they actually getting...bigger?! Izaya backed away in horror. He didn't like this...tugging at his heartstring. He didn't like it at all! "Stop it!" He stumbled backwards over a stack of books and fell to the floor.
"Okay! Okay! You can have your Christmas! And gifts! Just stop looking at me!" Izaya screeched out and ran for his bedroom, unable to handle these scary emotions any more. He failed to see the devious smirk of his son as he shut the door behind him and made a decision there and then to order some western doors, the kind that came with a lock, just so he could escape those horrible, adorable, painful, green gems that he was sure would haunt his nightmares forever!
So it was that a few weeks later, and a lot of strings pulled, Namie was seriously contemplating a carrier change to join the Yakuza, or American chemists...or absolutely ANYTHING that didn't involve standing in a line in KFC to pick up their overrated Christmas special meal for Christmas for her irritatingly insane boss. The absolutely only upside to this was that she would get Christmas off as soon as she was done here, and she got a nice, fat bonus check, with which she had bought THE most romantic gift for her dear brother. She briefly wondered if she could somehow get close enough to that hussy he was chasing after to hospitalise her so he would spend this romantic holiday with her instead.
"Namie~ There's enough food here for four people! Were you going to steal some for your incestuous romantic rendezvous?!" Izaya exclaimed in shock as his secretary picked up her jacket and got ready to leave.
"You ordered the food. I just picked it up." Namie said grumpily, not about to let her annoying employee stop her from her well deserved day off.
"They must have gotten it mixed up. Namieeee~" Izaya whined, much to Haru's amusement.
"Too bad you don't have a dog!" Namie said and slammed the door shut, refusing to spend her precious time off arguing with the managers of a fast-food chain when she was planning to surprise her brother with her beautifully decorated homemade Christmas cake.
"But... What do I do with all this food?!" Izaya yelled after her in despair. Then he sighed and looked at his son, who was trying hard not to laugh.
Just then, a glimpse of gold in the streets below caught Haru's attention.
"Don't worry dad! I know how to fix this!" He grabbed his jacket and keys. "Just play along when I get back, ne?" Haru grinned mischievously.
"What are you..." Izaya narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his son.
"Just play along! You'll see~" Haru yelled back as he ran outside, leaving Izaya to stare at the mountain of food in despair.
"Hey, kid. Didn't expect to see anyone outside today. Freaking cold," Shizuo grunted out and light another cigarette to hide the small smile that threatened to break out when he saw the hyper kid bounce down the street. It always irritated him when Izaya did that, but now he realised how damned cute and childlike it was... He refused to finish that thought.
"Hello, Shizu-c..san~," Haru said, quickly changing the honorifics when he saw Shizuo's eyebrow twitch. His daddy always used -chan, but he supposed his daddy was much closer than he was. It was like they were dating already. A wicked grin threatened to break out on his face as he pondered the possibilities, but he managed to keep it innocent and child-like...suspiciously so. Shizuo narrowed his eyes at him, and Haru almost winced. His dad was right...the man was a walking lie-detector. Or...whatever. It was like he could smell when someone was up to something. He decided to distract him before he could think too hard about his smile.
"So what are you doing all alone on Christmas? I would have thought the ladies were all over someone as strong and handsome as you," Haru said with child-like innocence. Shizuo laughed bitterly, before chocking on the cigarette smoke.
"Nobody wants a monster like me, kiddo. It's not like in the mangas. You'll understand when you're older," Shizuo stated, all too used to being shunned.
"My dad does," Haru said, in a way that made it sound like he was speaking the absolute truth. At Shizuo's incredulous and somewhat sceptic look, he quickly continued. "He won't admit it. Not in a million years. But I've seen the way he looks at you and talks about you! And he keeps a picture of you in his drawer!" Haru said, wide-eyed. Which was true...as of late...even if it was because Haru had put it there, and Izaya was always half asleep when he opened his underwear drawer and didn't notice.
"Sure. And the sun rises in the west," Shizuo snorted. If Izaya really liked him, he had a funny way of showing it. Usually with a knife.
"Nuh-uh. It's true! He's just scared of getting close to someone and being hurt, so he does mean things to scare them away. I think that he thinks that as long as people hate him, at least they won't forget about him, and they can't make him love them and leave him or something," Haru said, his voice filled with conviction. He was totally getting better at this, he decided as he watched Shizuo hesitate just a little. He wasn't buying into the idea just yet, but he was considering it.
If Haru was right, Shizuo needed to believe that there was someone who wasn't scared of him, someone who wanted him. The few days he spent with him, and the occasional other times they had met before made Haru think that Shizuo really just wanted love like everyone else. He supposed that even monsters needed someone to love and be loved by... It was undoubtedly true for aunt Celty. At least from what his dad told him about her.
"Hmm," Shizuo grunted non-committing as he pondered what the kid said. Sure, would be nice to have someone, anyone, that would...well...he'd always longed for a wife and a family, like everyone else. He always wanted just that nice, normal life... He stared down at the happily bouncing kid, wearing a copy of his father's jacket and looking too damned cute for his own good. He supposed...if he allowed himself to think about it, the kid's dad looked pretty cute sometimes too.
He smiled slightly to himself as he remembered the time he had seen some dogs chase him up a light-pole. And his joyful, carefree expression when he balanced on the walls...arms to the side...and when he ate that stinky tuna-roll shit. At least before he noticed Shizuo coming and started ru...he didn't start running, he realised. Izaya always talked to him, like it was nothing. He dodged whatever Shizuo threw at him and then taunted him like Shizuo couldn't have killed him just a second earlier.
He wasn't too sure about what this kid was saying, but he had to admit that it felt kinda...good...to have someone, even an enemy, that wasn't afraid of him. Haru broke him out of his thoughts before he could get any further.
"Oh! That's what I was gonna ask you! Daddy ordered way too much food, I think he did it on purpose...and when we saw you in the streets, he told me to invite you up. Oh, shoot! I wasn't supposed to say that he said it!" Haru schooled his face into a suitably horrified expression. "Please don't tell him I told you! He'll be so embarrassed..." Damn. He still couldn't blush on command, though he managed to look appropriately bashful.
Shizuo felt a strange, warm glow in his chest at the kid's words. Izaya had indeed said that?! He felt a very slight heat in his cheeks and turned away to cough to get rid of the embarrassing lump in his throat.
"Yeah, sure, kiddo. I won't tell."
He smiled and placed a hand on Haru's head and carefully ruffled his hair, pushing the kid down closer to the ground, just a little. He smiled even more as he heard Haru's happy laughter, and he was yet again reminded that those strange Oriharas didn't seem to be afraid of him at all. The small hope in his chest that refused to die, no matter what he told himself, blossomed up in his chest again.
They might not be normal. Heck, his potential 'wife' wasn't even a girl. But... they might be...just maybe...a family...
"Daddy~ Look, I brought Shizuo-san like you told me~!" Haru yelled as they entered the apartment.
Izaya quickly hid the look of incredulity and surprise that fluttered across his face. And just as quickly replaced it with a genuine look of suspicion. He knew his son was up to something, but he didn't know what. Which made him feel butterflies of excitement, and made him look at Shizuo with a gleeful, almost giddy expression that someone with the right expectations...or rather the wrong ones...might mistake for infatuation.
"Why, hello Shizuo~chan~" Izaya chirped, in his usual chipper voice. "We happen to have too much food, it'd be so sad if it went to waste. You'll help us eat it, ne~?" Izaya grinned when Shizuo stared at him with a confused look...as if he'd never seen him before.
He stared back curiously, wondering what the heck his son had told the Monster to make him act so...strange.
"I...uh..." Shizuo looked nervous, which was highly irregular behaviour for him. "Can't let the kid down on Christmas," he settled with.
It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the entire truth. He had always been annoyed by the nickname Izaya had for him. Made him sound like a girl or something, feh. But now, in the light of what Haru had told him...some girls did use -chan on their boyfriends, and he wondered if maybe it was more a term of endearment, or if Izaya just wanted to irritate him enough. So he missed things like that stupid, dare-he-say, longing look on his face.
Oh, he changed expression pretty damned quick, but now that Shizuo knew what to look for, he realised that Izaya was always wearing a mask. An irritating, flea-like mask! But a mask non the less... The kid said he was just scared of being hurt, and he wondered how someone could be afraid of that when they didn't fear a monster like him? It was all making him feel terribly embarrassed, so he sat down and tried to cover it up by changing the subject.
"Ever gonna serve that food or what?!" he demanded, fighting back a blush at being stared at that intently.
"Hai-hai!" Izaya said and chuckled.
He went to fetch the plates, waving Haru over to start putting out the food on the plates that he had already put there while Haru was out.
Shizuo was terrible at hiding his emotions, and yet somehow Izaya could never even begin to guess what he was thinking. It was absolutely fascinating! Er...as a study of a wild beast. Naturally.
He was nothing at all like his beloved humans. Thus he had to study him. Yupp.
That was the only reason!
It had absolutely nothing to do with his good looks and beastly strength, and how the exiting danger he exuded from every pore of his body. Izaya shuddered in excitement at the thought and cursed himself. He might be a coward, but he was terrible at lying to himself. No matter how good he was at lying to everyone else. He accepted himself for who he was and what he wanted. No matter what anyone else said. He refused to judge himself, even if the mere thought was unsettling in so many ways.
In the meantime, Haru finished setting up the table, and then he placed a bottle of beer in front of his dad and a glass of wine in front of Shizuo before they could even protest. Of course, Shizuo still tried to claim he didn't drink, while Izaya amusingly popped the cork off it, using the table for leverage.
"It's traditional," Haru insisted, giving Shizuo his best puppy-dog eyes. Shizuo sighed.
"Alright... Just one glass." Shizuo said and sniffed it sceptically, making a face at the taste. Too damned bitter. But he stopped Haru when he tried to open a bottle of beer for himself.
"Not for kids!" Shizuo grumbled as he swiped the bottle, ignoring Haru's pouting. "Kids drink...milk...or something," he grumbled, much to the amusement of the other two. "Coke rots your teeth," he added when Haru went to the fridge and got out a bottle of said sugary treat, but he made no move to stop him.
It did make him think that he was right. Izaya made a shitty dad, no matter how much he might love the kid. Kids needed someone to teach them right from wrong, and Izaya didn't even know the difference himself!
They shared the meal with what was a surprisingly pleasant atmosphere, and both Izaya and Haru seemed to go out of their way to make him laugh, and talk about things he liked. It was...pleasant. And strange. He felt accepted in a way, not even his best friends achieved. Even Celty disliked his violent rampages, but here was the man who had seen him at his very worst, a man whom he had hurt on several occasions and an innocent child, who should be scared of a monster like him.
Yet they weren't.
They accepted and forgave him for what he was, even his most horrible sins. And he realised that once he put aside his constant suspicions, and Izaya wasn't taunting him, he actually enjoyed their company. Listening to the story Haru told about the one time when his dad ended up helping him ride the lama in the petting zoo, and they were chased by this rabid zoo-keeper, Shizuo couldn't help but laugh joyfully. How long was it since he had felt this carefree and happy he wondered.
Suddenly an image popped into his head about him helping Izaya raise the little hellion. In a short flash, he saw himself reading to him before bed, telling him the stories and legends that his mother told him. The ones that taught him how to be kind to others and stand up for himself. He saw himself coming home after a hard day's work to this very scene; a nice, pleasant dinner and that happy feeling inside of him grew. Was it peace? Was this what happiness felt like? He quickly suppressed the warm smile that threatened to break out on his lips. 'Family'... Huh?
After dinner, Haru ushered them over to the couch, and Izaya turned on the TV. Haru rushed back into the kitchen to fetch the traditional Christmas cake, although Shizuo quickly took away the knife from him, despite his adorable pouting, and went to cut the cake himself. He glanced over at Izaya, but he was busy with putting on some kind of DVD, and probably hadn't even noticed Haru running around with a knife...though on second thought, it was Izaya! He probably didn't see anything wrong with letting his kid play with knives. He glared at Izaya's back. He was not looking at how his perfectly shaped ass was wriggling in the air as he bent over to put in the DVD. Nope, not at all. The slight blush to his cheeks was undoubtedly caused by the wine.
Well, he supposed he would have to come by here more often just to make sure Haru was raised right and didn't play with knives. It was the only right thing to do. That was the only reason, really!
"Oh, dad! You have to give Shizuo your present!" Haru suddenly said and ran for his work desk.
"Haru, what are you..." He stopped himself as he noticed the devious look on his son's face, before wondering how the heck the kid had gotten into his drawers. He always locked them so Namie wouldn't snoop around there. At the same time, Shizuo stared incredulously after Haru.
"Present...?" He blinked, unsure how to react.
Izaya had gotten HIM a gift?! He felt strange...touched. He'd never gotten a present for Christmas before.* Mainly because no woman would ever date him for long, if at all. He tended to scare them away with his freakish strength.
He turned towards Izaya, who was now holding a gift-wrapped box of some kind, and he suddenly got curious about what he could possibly have gotten him...and why did Izaya look so amused? Could he see what he was thinking? Shizuo had a small breakdown at the idea of Izaya realising what was going on in his mind, which in turn made Izaya even more amused, although he had no idea why Shizuo clearly had a panic attack.
"Of course I had to get my favourite monster a little something, something~" Izaya chirped, highly amused by his son's scheme...and a bit curious.
He had to admit that for all his information gathering, he didn't exactly have a file on Shizuo-chan. Although he suddenly felt like he should be making one. It seems like Haru was quite intent on adding the monster to their lives. He mentally sighed. He supposed all children needed a pet. At least this one could feed and walk itself. "Movie premier tickets...?" Shizuo said confused.
"For your brother's new movie. Where he signs autographs and meets with the audience at the after-party!" Haru chirped. "Dad knows how much you love your brother and how you don't get to see him enough!" Haru grinned and nudged his dad with his elbow.
"Happy Christmas, Shizuo-chan~," Izaya said, spreading his arms wide in a pretence of generously.
It was wonderfully amusing to watch how Shizuo's eyes widened, and he looked up at Izaya with a shocked expression. Maybe his son was onto something. Shizuo had such honest expressions. Non of his humans were ever like that, not to the same degree as Shizuo-chan.
"...Those are REALLY expensive!" Shizuo said with wonder in his voice. "And almost impossible to get..."
He blinked back a tear at the thought, money and hard work that must have gotten into acquiring one of those. Even his brother hadn't been allowed to give those away as they were sold to the more wealthy fans as a means to raise money for charity.
"Thank you..." Shizuo said breathlessly, pulling Izaya into a very awkward bear-hug.
He could hear a sharp intake of breath from Izaya as he did so, and he had to wonder, yet again, if Haru might be right about Izaya...liking him. He blushed at the thought and tightened his grip, suddenly wondering if he heard right, as Izaya seemed to breathlessly mutter something that sounded suspiciously like 'oh, god...'
Izaya on his side was mortified. He wasn't used to getting hugs, but this close proximity to the blond beast did something to him. The way he crushed him as he tightened his embrace made Izaya wonder about certain...other things...that beast could do. It didn't help that his blood went straight south, making his pants uncomfortably tight. It was incredibly embarrassing, and he prayed that Shizuo was too focused on the gift to notice his predicament.
Shizuo looked at the tickets again. Tickets...as in plural.
"Izaya...why are there two of them...?" He asked hesitantly. Luckily for Izaya he was good at thinking on his feet and knew how humans usually worked, or this would have been even more embarrassing. That, and he was a hell of a good liar.
"Silly Shizuo-chan~" Izaya rubbed his head, as if embarrassed. "Like I'd let you go alone to a party like that. Somebody has to protect my humans there from a monster like you, ne? And protect you from the vicious women, when they realise you're related to their beloved movie-star," he added thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes at the thought that just now hit him. "You'll steal all the attention from your brother, what with your looks and all," he said, waving his hand dismissively at the backhanded compliment.
But to Izaya, Shizuo really was the one that was hottest. His brother was just so...boring. And weak.
Shizuo stared at him in shock.
"You...think I look...good?" He said in disbelief.
"You look like a monster, don't twist my words!" Izaya said and looked away blushing. "You just look better than your brother, that's all."
Izaya crossed his arms and stubbornly stared at the wall. He didn't want Shizuo to get any ideas. Just because he was hot...and strong...and dangerous...it didn't mean he...liked him or anything. He blushed, even more, when he heard the deep, rich laughter of Shizuo-chan floating through the room.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say Izaya-kun," Shizuo said, a bright smile gracing his lips.
He felt his heart beating in his chest in a strange way that made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. Izaya looked absolutely adorable when he was angry! He was like a cat. He laughed again at the image. It made him want to cuddle him, it really did. But he didn't think Izaya would be entirely...happy...with being treated like a cat. And this kitten had some very sharp claws hidden somewhere on his person. He didn't feel like ruining the good mood.
"Eggnog, people?!" Haru said, bringing over a tray with glasses and a big mug of eggnog in it. Shizuo merely stared at it.
"Yuck! That sweet shit?" Izaya scrunched up his nose in a way Shizuo found adorable.
"I got you beer dad~," Haru said, fetching a whole pack of them, and making Izaya narrow his eyes at him in suspicion. The innocent look on his face merely confirmed it; His son WAS plotting something. He stared at the beer and wondered what kind of plot that required copious amounts of alcohol.
"The hell is that?" Shizuo said, staring suspiciously at the eggnog.
"It's a Christmas drink with milk and eggs!" He answered cheerfully. "It's sweet and yummy!" He looked excited and took a small sip of it. "Yum!" He grinned at Shizuo, who proceeded to taste it.
"It's good!" he said, looking surprised.
Izaya snorted amusedly. Not because Shizuo was acting like a child right now, but because he'd watch his son make it, and he knew just how much alcohol he'd put in it. Which was, from what he could gather, as much as you could put in it without actually tasting it.
He did, however, keep an eye on his son as they were watching the movie and eating cake. He might not be a typical dad, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to let his son drink too much alcohol either. Which is why he swiped his cup before he could get halfway through it and forced himself to drink it, trying hard not to make a face at the horrible sweetness of it.
Izaya much prefers bitter tastes. Just at that point, his son decided to push him in the side, hard enough that he fell into Shizuo's lap. And while he was sure it was for taking away his drink, he had to admit the kid could have some...other motives.
It did not help that Shizuo, who was now more than a little buzzed, placed his arm on him and held him down, making him pounder the proximity of certain...other...sources of bitter tastes. He was suddenly happy his face was less visible to Shizuo from this angel...especially since the man was following the movie, trying to figure out the plot of what was apparently a romantic comedy of some kind. What that movie had to do with the holiday season, he'd never know. Maybe it was the whole fairytale come true or something that his son liked.
The movie had long since past, and Haru had put in what looked to be yet another romantic comedy before claiming tiredness and gone off to bed. Although based on some of the more...adult scenes in this movie, Izaya was liable to believe that Haru had chosen a very opportune moment to leave. But it was becoming difficult to think, his head was getting a bit fuzzy, and he was relaxing and...dare he say it...even enjoying leaning into Shizuo's strong embrace. The blond monster had wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.
In a fit of childish petulance, Izaya decided that if the man was going to insist on holding him, he might as well sit on his lap too, which he promptly did with carefree laughter.
"Woa, care...frul...Careful..." Shizuo slurred as Izaya wiggled into place in his lap.
"Pffft. You deci'ed to hold me, ne? Might as well go all the way, ne~?" He teased him, wiggling his butt. Izaya wasn't even looking at the TV anymore at this point, too pre-occupied with studying Shizuo's face and hair, wondering in fascination about how the light was hitting his hair, and how nice his body was feeling right now.
Shizuo, however, was watching the movie, which was currently in the progress of becoming more adult as the characters were shown doing very naughty things in bed. Even if it covered up all the essential bits. It only made Shizuo all the more aware of how the adorable, and...he had to admit...kinda hot...guy in his lap was rubbing against his private parts, in ways that caused him far too much of a distraction from the movie to really pay attention, other than listening to the moaning in the background, which made his current predicament even worse.
Izaya, in the meantime, was suddenly finding that his comfy seat was not quite as...soft...as it had started out.
"Wha's that...?" He slurred, fumbling around Shizuo's lap with his hand, brushing past him, by now, very hard private parts.
Shizuo tried very, very hard not to moan. And it was all he could do to hold himself back from ravaging the damned tempting little minx right where he was.
'Self-control, Shizuo. Self-control!' he tried to tell himself.
Not that he had much. He always followed his emotions, and he consistently failed to control his anger, he somehow doubted he could control this. Thoughts of rape and jail managed to keep him calm for a short while, however.
"My, my, Shizuo-chan~," Izaya said, having finally noticed his predicament. "I didn't know you wanted me that bad~" he teased, brushing his hand across Shizuo's hard member when suddenly the thought from earlier struck him. Izaya had always followed his whims and fancies, no matter what the consequences. Of course, the alcohol didn't help him in resisting either.
"Ah..I..no..don't.." Shizuo tried to remember just why this was such a bad idea when Izaya decided to unzip his pants and tug down his boxers. "N..s..Ah..." Shizuo lost what little self-control he had when he felt a well-placed lick on his member.
"Tasty~," Izaya said, pulling back to watch how his teasing affected the beast.
Shizuo let go of his resistance and growled in frustration, before pinning Izaya to the couch.
"My, my, Shizuo-chan~ So forcef...mph."
Izaya was abruptly cut off from his teasing as Shizuo's mouth assaulted his own, his s
trong hands pressing him down in a way he just knew would result in bruises...not that he minded. But Izaya wasn't one to surrender without a fight and twisted himself, and Shizuo with him, so they crashed down on the table and broke it, tumbling to the floor, before proceeding to straddle the delightful wild beast underneath him as forcefully as he could muster. At this point, Shizuo was too far gone to even notice when he hit the floor, only thinking about how much he desired to ravage the jumpy little flee as he pushed him over. He only vaguely heard the sound of something breaking, before Izaya moved off him, making him growl in frustration.
"We should take this to the bedroom, don't you think~?" Izaya teased.
"Talk...too...much!" Shizuo growled and stood up to make a grab for him, barely missing as Izaya jumped out of reach. "Gonna shut you up!"
Izaya had to pull himself together to not give in right there an then, a shiver running down his spine at the dangerous, lust-filled tone in his voice.
"You have to catch me first~" He teased and ran off. Instinctively Shizuo ran after him, like he always did, except this time, Izaya allowed him to catch him...once they were inside his bedroom. Shizuo slammed Izaya's slender body into the wall, hard enough to leave a slight imprint on it, and make Izaya gasp at the pain. Yet he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him ferociously back, loving every second of their desirous battle.
"Ah~" They crashed into the wardrobe, almost knocking the door off its hinges.
"Too...much...clothes..." Shizuo said feverishly and grabbed Izaya's sweater, tearing it open, rather than bother with taking it off. Making Izaya gasp and shiver, something that turned him on even more. While Izaya pulled open Shizuo's west and shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
By the time they made it to the bed, the room was a mess, and their clothes were mostly non-existent or in rags which they tore off...Izaya digging his nails into Shizuo's back as they fought for control, fueling the passion of the beast even more.
"Such a beast, Shizuo-chan~" Izaya gasped out as Shizuo ripped away his boxer impatiently, licking his lips in nervous anticipation, before reaching over opening the drawer next to the bed.
"Tch. What's that?" Shizuo grunted as Izaya pushed a tube of lube into his hand.
"I know you're a beast, Shizuo-chan, but I personally would prefer being able to walk tomorrow." Izaya said, rolling his eyes. Really. Shizuo was so clueless sometimes. Then again, he supposed he would have scared away anyone willing to go to bed with him by his beastial 'mating-rituals'... Shizuo might not have noticed the cuts and bruised he inflicted, but Izaya was sure the bed would be stained by his blood before they were over, and...well... he licked his lips and he grasped the lube back and poured out a generous amount, before wrapping his hand around Shizuo's rather impressive member.
"Such a beast~" Izaya said, his voice thick with desire. Shizuo held back a moan of pleasure, and he couldn't help but noticing that Izaya clearly thought it was a good thing, when he called him a beast... If he wasn't already pushed to the brink of what he could take, he would have wondered if maybe Izaya called him a monster as a compliment, rather than an insult, but the thought barely even registrered in his lust addled mind.
He growled and pushed Izaya back on the bed, biting his neck, while his hands ran down the slim and fit sides of Izaya's body.
"Beautiful..." He muttered, as in awe, before his instincts guided him again, and he forced his legs apart, positioning himself between them. He was too focused on his own pleasure to notice the slight play of fearful desire that was written over Izaya's face, before he forcefully shoved himself inside of his warm, tight hole, forcing out a chocked scream from the smaller man.
"Ng...Aaah...~" Izaya forced himself to relax, as much as he could, to minimalize the damage and pain, although he took pleasure in both. He moaned out in pain-filled pleasure and clawed at Shizuo's back as the beast rammed into him with a savage ferocious, again and again.
"Ngh... Fuck!" Shizuo grunted out. Izaya was so warm...so tight... And fuck, how good it felt! Shizuo had never in his life felt anything nearly this amazing! The alcohol had loosed what restraint he had, and he was far past worrying about the consequences of his actions, lost in the red haze of lust...so much like when he lost control of his temper, but still so very different.
"Ah~" Izaya moaned out hotly as Shizuo hit his that sweet spot inside him which made his world dissolve in pleasure, and made him cling to the beast, moving in a steady, breakneck rhythm with him, both chasing after their own pleasure in a intense, almost desperate way.
"Ah... Izaya..." Shizuo growled, biting down on his neck once again, driven by his instincts and the desperate desire for release that he knew, instinctively, would be absolute perfection. His mind was lost to the haze of fucking the delicious, hansom man under him, the one who accepted him for everything he was, and that fueled his desires as well as his emotions. He rejoiced in his every moan and whimper, striving again to hear that note of pleasure in Izaya's voice, as he hit just the right spot...
Shizuo might not have much experience, but passion, along with being observant and responsive to the other man's reactions and emotions made up for alot. Izaya couldn't remember the last time when his every nerve was on fire like this... when he felt so much alive, letting go of the weight of the world and everything else, until only this pleasure and pain and extacy existed...
Shizuo's breath came out in short, gutteral grunts as his pleasure mounted, and he drove himself even harder into the smaller man under him. Izaya moved under him in, wriggeling his hips, forcing them upwards to meet him, and moaning in a way that was driving Shizuo mad with desire. Suddetly Shizuo felt the smaller man tighten even more around him, gasping out, moaning in pleasure.
"Ah, god~..." Izaya's body stiffened up as he felt the oncoming rush of extacy flushing over him, tightening his muscles and clinging to Shizuo's back, his nails digging inn deep enough to draw blood as he moaned loudly with the orgasmic pleasure washing over him in waves, pulling Shizuo along with him.
"Izzayaa..." Shizuo moaned, the tightness and spasms of the smaller man milking him for every last drop of pleasure, making his vision blurr in delight and extacy as he was pulled over the edge himself, lost in a sea of pleasure as he gave one last push inside this man whom he was right now very sure he loved.
"F..fuck..." Was all Izaya managed to say, his eyes unfocused, his hair clinging to his head in a obvious just-been-fucked look that made him look amazingly alluring. "Gods... Izaya..." He breathed out as he finished, looking down with a tender, loving look at Izaya, before kissing him deeply, strange, warm emotions fluttering in his chest. His mind dazed and happy, both from the alcohol and the pleasure, and unable to think much more at all. He suddently felt extremely tired...
"Izzzaya...L'v...y'..." Shizuo said before rolling himself off the beautiful man at his side, and moved to hold him close instead, letting sleep claim him.
Izaya smiled tiredly at his antics, but he was too tired and exhausted to fight it, and he decided he could always push him away tomorrow. There was...always...tomorrow...
In a different bedroom not too far from the desirous carnage, a young boy was lying and struggling to fall asleep himself. He was happy that his scheme had worked out...and just a little traumatized when he thought about the weird things that adults did. But it wasn't like he didn't know how it all worked. He'd read some of Erica's yaoi after all. it just...his dad... ewww...
Still... Haru was pleased. His scheme worked out perfectly, and he was sure that Shizuo-san would spend more time with them and protect his dad. His dad really needed protection, with all the dangerous stuff he was always doing. And Haru really liked Shizuo-san. He was so nice to him, even if he was a monster. And he kinda acted like a second father to him. He liked that. Everyone else had two parents. Haru wanted that too!
He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, surrounded by all the wonderful things his daddy had given him, and he only spared a brief, happy thought of how much his life had changed since he was a helpless little kid in a cupboard, and how amazing his new life was. He looked forward to the future with hope and joy in his heart. And tomorrow it would be another, wonderful day...
* Xmass in Japan is really more like a weird version of Valentine's day than a western style xmass. Gifts between adults are not common if they're not dating.