Author's Note: I'm just gonna leave this here... *coughs*
It's still dark when Shizuo wakes up to a full bladder and a hard-on the size of Tokyo, rubbing his eyes groggily as he pushes himself into a sitting position and takes a bleary look around the room. The only light seems to be coming from the crack underneath his bathroom door, just barely bright enough for him to notice that the space next to him on the futon is empty; checking the time on his phone, he furrows his brow when he discovers that it's been long enough that there's no reason Izaya shouldn't have come back out by now. Remembering how exhausted he'd looked, it suddenly occurs to him that he might very well have fallen asleep in the bath - sighing, he yawns and gets up to go make sure the flea hasn't accidentally drowned himself (not that he'd shed any tears if he did).
He's just about to knock when a noise from the other side stops him, causing him to frown and press his ear to the door so he can get a better listen. At first, he's not sure what it is he's actually hearing - it almost sounds like the other man is in pain, a shaky groan following a hitch of breath - but then he hears a lewd sort of squelching sound, followed by another, slightly more desperate groan... and that's when it hits him that the flea isn't groaning because of pain, he's groaning because of pleasure. The goddamn little shit is masturbating!
Right, 'cause this is just what I fucking need right now!
Shizuo is usually an incredibly heavy sleeper (Shinra once told him his snoring is the only thing that keeps him from being mistaken for dead and accidentally getting buried alive), but every now and then something happens that affects him enough for it to resurface in a dream the next time he passes out. While the theme of these dreams differ depending on the circumstances, they almost always share one particular detail: Izaya. Ever since he first laid eyes on the other man, he's found it nearly impossible to go a single day without thinking about him; he'd love to blame it entirely on hate (and hate certainly is a part of it), but he also knows that it's not that simple. There are other emotions at play here, too - emotions that do absolutely nothing to help stifle the flames currently burning in his loins, his lips still tingling from Izaya's unexpected (but not exactly unwanted) kiss.
Fuck this.
Not even bothering to knock first, Shizuo (as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Magnolia) enters the tiny bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He turns around, his eyes falling on a very, very, very flushed Izaya; his expression reminds Shizuo of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, his eyes wide and his mouth opening and closing uselessly as he tries to think of a reason to explain to the other man why he's currently sitting on his toilet with his hand down his pants. Before he can, however, he suddenly finds a pair of chapped lips pressed fiercely against his own.
"Mmph!?"
Izaya tastes even better than Shizuo remembers, his pink lips as soft as silk; groaning into his mouth, he cups the other's face in his trembling hands as he slips his tongue inside to taste even more of him.
"N...nnn..." Izaya's not quite sure if this is actually happening or if it's just a very, very, very convincing dream (he's been having a lot of those lately), but the part of him that would normally care about that sort of distinction is too busy being distracted by the monster's warm, wet tongue exploring his mouth. Reaching up to tangle his fingers in the other's bleached hair, he tugs on Shizuo's bottom lip with his teeth hard enough to elicit a low, animalistic growl... he's glad he's already sitting down, because the sound of it alone is enough to make him weak in the knees.
Fuck...
He wraps his legs around Shizuo's waist and kisses him harder, grinding up so that their clothed erections are forced to rub against each other. Shizuo lets out another, deeper growl and shoves him back down, only letting go of him long enough to yank off Izaya's sweatpants - his sweatpants - before shoving the pair he himself is wearing down his narrow hips. "Show me how you touch yourself." He orders breathlessly, holding the other man by the chin so he can't look away. "Go on... do it."
Whether it's the lust-filled expression on his face, his insane strength, or the intimidating tone in his voice, Izaya doesn't know... all he knows is that he has no desire to refuse the monster's demand, his hand shaking as it returns to its resting place between his thighs. "I know it probably defeats the purpose, but... I don't suppose you'd be willing to close your eyes for a few seconds?"
"Not a chance."
"Thought not..." Izaya can't hide the glistening precum that oozes from the slit of his cock, the nigh-overwhelming shame he's feeling only adding to his arousal. Squeezing his eyes shut, he holds his breath as he ever-so-slowly slides his finger back into his eager hole. He can sense how worked up Shizuo is... if he had a tail, chances are he'd be wagging it. Pushing his reservations to the back of his mind, he spreads his legs open wide so that the other man can see exactly what it is he's doing.
"Oh, fuck..." Shizuo breathes, the sight of the annoying, arrogant little flea finger-fucking himself - on his command, no less! - making it incredibly hard for him to fight the intense urge to pin him down and have his way with him once and for all. Unfortunately for him, Izaya has always been particularly good at getting him to lose control, and the current situation is no exception; the moment Shizuo feels Izaya's free hand take hold of his aching erection, he throws caution to the wind and lets his instincts take over.
Izaya lets out a surprised squeak when he suddenly finds himself with his wrists pinned above his head, barely having enough time to register what's going on before he feels something longer, harder, and much, much, much thicker than any of his fingers start to press into him. When he realizes what it is, his eyes widen and he inhales sharply; he's always figured that the beast would be the impatient type, but that doesn't mean he was prepared - physically or emotionally - for things to move this fast. "W...wai..." He begins to say... but the protest dies on his lips, replaced with a strangled moan as Shizuo's cock sinks deeper and deeper inside of him.
"Fuck, you feel good..." Shizuo murmurs against his lips, drunk on the feeling of Izaya's tight heat enveloping him. "So good..." He repeats, nuzzling the other man's neck before latching onto it with his mouth and sucking at it greedily. Izaya can only groan, his eyes fluttering shut as his head lolls back and the overwhelming, painful-yet-pleasurable sensation of being filled pushes him over the edge, his ass clenching down on the other man's throbbing erection. Almost immediately he feels a warmth spreading throughout his bowels; it takes him a second to realize that it's the other man's seed, his cheeks burning in a mixture of mortification and arousal.
The monster's cum is inside me. The monster's cum. Is inside me. Inside me!
Despite having just came, Shizuo doesn't seem to be in any hurry to pull out... and Izaya wouldn't be able to complain even if he wanted to, so overstimulated that just a slight shift of the hips has him convulsing all over again. "A...ahh!"
"You... you okay?" Shizuo asks, his gaze fixated on Izaya's infuriatingly attractive face; he looks even more exhausted than before, his eyes closed and his chest heaving as he pants desperately for air. The sight of it is so positively satisfying that he can already feel himself beginning to grow stiff again - and so can Izaya, a tiny whimper escaping his lips as his tender hole is stretched by the reinflating cock. He forces his weary eyes open, looking up at the seemingly-insatiable beast with an almost pleading look on his face. There's no way he'll be able to handle another round... not when he hasn't even recovered from the first one yet!
Unfortunately for him, Shizuo has either: A) not seen said look; B) misread it; or C) chosen to ignore it altogether; gyrating his hips almost lazily, he leans in for a slower, more sensual kiss, letting his tongue run over the other's swollen lips as he begins working himself towards a second orgasm. Izaya whines impatiently, the other's leisurely pace just enough to build him up but not enough to provide any actual relief...
More... need more...
Grinding down on Shizuo's pulsing cock, Izaya shudders when it rubs against a spot that sends jolts of electricity up his spine. The only thing stopping him from crying out is the other man's lips, moving against his own in a way that makes him feverish. It's still not enough... but he can't even communicate that, because his tongue is being sucked on and he can barely think, let alone speak. He wants relief. No... he needs it, because he feels like he's going to explode and if he doesn't come soon he's going to end up passing out due to lack of blood flow.
Need, need, need, need-
*POP!*
The sound startles Izaya enough for him to instinctively tense up, his thighs squeezing Shizuo's hips and his eyes rolling back as his climax hits him suddenly and violently. There's a buzzing noise, and then another loud pop - and then another, and another, Izaya squeezing down tighter and tighter as the bathroom lights go out one by one, until all that's left for Shizuo to focus on is Izaya's gasps and the feeling of his wonderful, wonderful ass milking his cock. "Fuck..." He breathes, rutting against him frantically as waves of pleasure once more begin to wash over him.
As unromantic as being fucked in a tiny bathroom is, Izaya can't say he's not a little grateful for it - especially when Shizuo finally removes himself, semen immediately gushing out of his freshly-used hole and down into the bowl below. A second later it's joined with another, more steady stream of liquid, which confuses Izaya for a moment until he realizes that Shizuo has started urinating. "Really? You couldn't wait a little bit longer?" He asks, irritated (and for some reason a little turned on) by the other man's complete and utter lack of regard for his comfort or personal space.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"I've been waiting since I woke up - ain't my fault I needed to take a piss, you're lucky I was able to hold it until I was out of you." He finishes relieving himself before wiping himself off and pulling up his pants.
"Shizu-chan is such a gentleman." Izaya comments, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Taking advantage of the absolutely coincidental light outage, he grabs a handful of toilet paper so he can start cleaning himself out without having to worry about the monster deciding he wants to watch.
I could really use a bidet right now...
"Hey, I'm gonna go have a cigarette." Shizuo informs him, pushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. "If you need anything, I guess you can, um..." He clears his throat awkwardly. "Come get me or something."
"What I need is to fall asleep and not wake up until this nightmare is over." Izaya says bitterly.
Unsure how to respond to that, Shizuo heads back into the living room and grabs his phone so he can use it as a light source while he searches for his smokes. When he finds them, he makes sure he has his lighter before opening his front door and stepping onto the porch. It's a decently nice night-slash-morning out; the air is pleasantly warm, with the exception of a slight breeze that feels good against his damp skin.
Please tell me I didn't just make the biggest mistake of my life...
Sighing heavily, he pulls a cigarette out of the pack and brings it to his lips so he can light it and take a deep inhale. The nicotine does exactly what he'd hoped it would do, warmth spreading through his veins as his body immediately relaxes.
Damn, I needed that...
Suddenly, the sound of a car door slamming shut echoes throughout the night, immediately catching his attention. Most of the other tenants that live in this complex are elderly people or people with kids, so it's weird to hear even a little noise this long after curfew... and his suspicion only doubles when he hears the sound of squealing tires, followed by the sight of a white, windowless van with no license plate peeling out of the silent parking lot.
What the hell?
He may not be on the flea's level when it comes to critical thinking skills, but he doesn't need to be to guess that that van most likely wasn't here by coincidence. Remembering the phone call from earlier, a chill spreads over his body when he realizes that the person in the driver's seat could very well be the same, voice-disguised creep that had called him earlier.
Whoever it is, they're lucky I'm too exhausted to try and chase them down... otherwise, I'd make 'em wish they'd never been born.
Pushing aside his worry for the moment, Shizuo finishes up his cigarette and goes back inside.