This chapter took forever to get inspiration for. Here it is though! Let me know what you think!

Izaya couldn't see anything. His emotions were all over the place but the foremost one was need. He wasn't sure what was going on, everything seemed distorted, but the longer he focused the more he could make out his situation. The first thing he noticed was his lack of clothing, he still couldn't see but there was a draft over his skin. He could feel the press of fabric over his eyes indicating a blindfold.

Warm hands trailed along his legs and he sighed through his nose, it felt nice, he let those hands guide his legs apart so he was spread to whoever it was in front of him. There was no indication of who was touching him, the hands were large and rough with callouses but surprisingly gentle as they trailed along his skin. The caress slid down from his thighs to his calves and back up before warm lips pressed to his knee. The kisses trailed upwards as the hands worked down till his ankles were gripped gently and his legs were spread wider as a wet tongue slid up his inner thigh.

Izaya's mouth opened in a heated gasp and his hips twitched. He'd only just noticed the burn of arousal throughout his body but now that he'd noticed it was all he could think about. He let a series of needy noises fall from his lips. He couldn't seem to form words. A low, rumbling laugh rang out and Izaya's whole body buzzed with heat. It was a familiar laugh but he couldn't place it. He had no idea who was touching him right now. The only thing he was certain of was they were male.

The man's hands trailed up to his hips as soft kisses were pressed to his belly. Izaya's hands jerked against ropes he hadn't even know were restraining him as the man licked a slow line up Izaya's body until Izaya could feel the heat of the other covering him completely. He could feel the weight on the bed shifting and the mattress sank down on either side of him. The man was leaning over him and Izaya whined softly, he wished he could see who was touching him.

His thoughts scattered as soft lips pressed to his in a chaste kiss before pulling back. Izaya made a needy noise in the back of his throat and arched his back so he could lean up and re-capture those lips. He tried to lead the kiss towards passion but the other man didn't meet his pace, instead he kept it slow and sweet. To contrast this the man let their hips roll together and Izaya let out a heated whimper. The other man was naked as well and his rather sizable cock was pressed right to Izaya's hip as they rocked together.

The man deepened the kiss and his hands hooked under Izaya's legs to wrap them around the man's waist. Izaya moaned as he lost himself to the feeling of skin on skin. Their hips rocked together sending sparks of pleasure up Izaya's spine. Eventually he pulled away from the kiss with a heated whimper and the man took that opportunity to wrap one of his hands around both their cocks.

Izaya gasped at the increased stimulation and didn't take him long to reach orgasm after that, the man followed quickly after and collapsed on top of Izaya. They didn't move for a long moment but then the man trailed kisses to Izaya's neck. Izaya's head tilted back to give the man room, something clicked around his neck it pressed harder against his jugular as the man pressed a kiss to what Izaya could only assume was a collar.

"Izaya. Love me."

Something sparked against his neck and Izaya's whole body jolted with heat.

"Shizu-"

Izaya woke up in a cold sweat. For one long moment he was too disoriented to recognize where he was. When he did he draped his arm over his eyes, a curse slipping out through gritted teeth. What an awful dream, as if he'd ever let Shizuo do something like that. His body didn't seem to share his opinion but he refused to acknowledge the heat in his groin, instead he got up to slip into a cold shower.

The clock on the wall read 4:47 a.m. but Izaya was almost certain going back to sleep wouldn't be possible at this point anyway. He stepped into the cool water and shivered, he wasn't a fan of cold showers. When he was dry and changed he went to the kitchen to make himself some tea.

He was so tired of the collar ruining his life. He'd never wanted to feel anything but hatred for Shizuo, though if he was being honest with himself he'd never really hated Shizuo in the first place. He'd thought himself long over his high school infatuation with the other man but then fate had to go and ruin everything and make him remember it. He did. not. want. this.

He scoffed in disgust at the whole situation, stomach rolling with all the different emotions flashing though his body. He needed a distraction, anything would do. He took his tea to the main room and turned on the television. He wrapped a light blanket around his shoulders and hoped that the tv would take his mind off things for a while at least the tea seemed to be helping calm his stomach. He flipped the channel till he found a documentary on birds and an hour later he was fast asleep against the arm of the couch.

Shizuo was on his third cigarette in two hours. He had the day off and had decided to spend it at home. His kept spinning the events of the past few days over in his mind. The talk with Izaya hadn't soothed any of his worries, it had even managed to add a few. The bond was controlling them both in different ways, it wasn't a good sign. Shizuo could be optimistic though, all he could do was hope for the best really. Even if it was Izaya the thought that there was somebody meant just for him was pretty nice. He'd always thought he was doomed to be alone forever. If they could ever work past their differences then the bond wouldn't even be a problem after that.

Shizuo scoffed a bit and put out his cigarette. It wasn't going to be easy. He'd never thought of Izaya as anything other than a pest but he was starting to re-evaluate things. If Izaya really was willing to try and make this work then Shizuo would put in the effort as well. Shizuo picked up the book Shinra had loaned him and flipped to the page again to re-read the passage. There was nothing there about the bond controlling both people involved but that didn't mean it didn't happen. There was no telling what could really happen when a supposed legend becomes reality.

Shizuo tossed the book aside with a scowl and reached for his phone. He wouldn't normally do this but he needs someone to talk to about this. He sends a quick text to Kasuka before he can change his mind.

Shizuo: Are you busy right now?

It takes a few minutes but he gets a response.

Kasuka: Yes, but I'll be done soon.

Kasuka: What is it?

Shizuo hesitates a moment, he doesn't really want to get Kasuka involved in this. He needs some advice on this though and Kasuka is his best option.

Shizuo: Can you come over when you finish?

The next text comes quickly.

Kasuka: Yes

Shizuo sighs in relief and lets his phone drop to the couch beside him. His brother always has good advice, he'll know what to do. It'll be good to share it with somebody as well. His gut twists when he realizes that he might have someone to talk to but Izaya doesn't. He tries to shake the thought away, Izaya only has himself to blame if he doesn't have any friends. He forcefully ignores the heavy feeling in his gut and gets up to clean up his apartment a bit before Kasuka arrives. He already feels guilty enough already.

Izaya has a lead on the mole. It's not a big lead but it the first one he's found. He'd so deep in concentration that he actually jumps slightly when his phone goes off. Reluctantly he turns to pick it up. He checks caller ID and frowns as he accepts the call.

"What do you want?"

Shinra laughs a bit on the other end but he sounds strained.

"Is that any way to speak to a friend?"

Izaya's frown deepened.

"I don't remember you doing anything worthy of that title. You must have a wrong number."

Shinra's voice loses its cheery edge.

"Why did you send Celty on such a dangerous delivery?"

Izaya smirks, that didn't take long.

"Celty went of her own free will. She doesn't have to take jobs from me."

A scoff rang out from Shinra's end.

"You didn't exactly warn her of any danger. Well it's not like she would get hurt but you know she's scared of the cops."

Izaya faked a concerned noise.

"I had no idea the cops would even be involved. Did she get away alright?"

Shinra scoffed again.

"She's fine, my Celty is the best!"

His voice dropped a bit deeper.

"Just leave Celty out of your plans if you ever want to rekindle this friendship. If she gets hurt because of you I'll hurt you much worse."

Izaya went cold. There wasn't a shred of humor in Shinra's voice. He was dead serious.

"Fine. I'll leave your precious Celty alone. Happy?"

Shinra cheered right up.

"Very. I didn't think you'd go that far but I had to be sure~ Well I'll let you get back to plotting your 'revenge' now."

Izaya glared as Shinra hung up on him and set his phone on his desk before throwing on his jacket and storming out of the apartment. He needed some fresh air and a distraction from the twisting in his gut.