Some of y'all have been waiting literally 7 years for this. Shout out to those who have been with me from the beginning but also shout out to everyone reading this because the fandom isn't exactly super active anymore so I'm thrilled to have anyone here at all!

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There really was something to be said about waking up every morning in the arms of the strongest man in Ikebukuro. Izaya pressed his back closer into Shizuo's chest, enjoying the way Shizuo's arms were wrapped protectively around him. Nothing compared to the feeling of security he found in cuddling up to Shizuo like this as he drifted in and out of sleep. He wasn't sure he could ever sleep alone again after knowing what this felt like. The thought was slightly frightening, but at the same time it served as a means of motivation to ensure he didn't fuck this up.

Izaya took a deep breath as he began reflecting on the last few days. His thoughts shifted to the conversations with Anri and Shiki which were a few days ago now. Izaya had begun slowly sending bits of info directly to the Awakusu-kai as well as digging up everything he could find on the two men Anri had infected with Saika.

He didn't have to be subtle about it anymore. It was now his job as a hired informant to find and turn over any and all information that would lead to the downfall of Jiro's operation. He could fully wield the Awakusu-kai's power as his own and nobody would question his motive.

Shizuo's arms tightened around him, pulling him away from his thoughts and back into bliss. He could iron out the details later. For now, enjoying this feeling was what mattered.

Every time Shizuo took a breath he could feel it on the back of his neck along with the steady rise and fall of Shizuo's chest against his back. Izaya lazily traced his finger over Shizuo's hand which firmly held Izaya in place against Shizuo's body. Shizuo stirred at the sensation, shifting just a little and somehow managing to pull Izaya even closer.

The light touch of Shizuo's lips against the back of his neck made Izaya shiver. Shizuo was quickly learning he was sensitive around his neck. He tilted his head up, allowing Shizuo better access, of which Shizuo quickly took advantage. Izaya smiled when he felt Shizuo's hard length press against him from behind. He pressed back teasingly, eliciting a small groan from the sleepy man behind him.

"Damnit, Izaya," he grumbled out, "What are you doing?"

"You tell me, you're the one that's hard as a rock and kissing my neck."

"Oh," Shizuo said sheepishly, "Sorry, I was still kind of asleep I didn't realize."

"Well don't stop now, I was enjoying it."

Shizuo took the invitation, his mouth settling on the junction between his neck and jaw and began lighting nibbling and kissing the skin there. The sensation immediately shot down his spine, stirring his arousal. Continuing his assault on Izaya's neck, Shizuo trailed a hand underneath Izaya's shirt, lightly tracing his thumb over a nipple. Izaya let out a pleased sigh, shifting his hips against Shizuo's cock which was still pressed against his back. When Shizuo moaned in Izaya's ear it went right to his groin. Almost immediately he was hard as well, straining against his clothes.

Shizuo's hand trailed down his abdomen, fingertips just barely grazing his skin as he brought his touch lower. As predicted, he passed over Izaya's straining erection to trace down the inside of his thigh instead, teasing him the way Shizuo seemed to enjoy doing. Izaya couldn't deny he liked it though, despite being desperate to feel that touch on his cock. The building anticipation was exhilarating and Shizuo was very good at driving him near insanity before finally giving him what he wanted.

That hand trailed back up the underside of his thigh, taking a second to lightly squeeze his ass before trailing back down and back up the inside of his thigh again. It was maddening, but Izaya loved letting Shizuo take control and set the pace. His hips were now bucking slightly every time Shizuo came close to touching where he wanted, a small whine escaping his lips as he resisted giving in and stroking himself.

Finally Shizuo went a bit further, brushing over his clothed erection. Izaya gasped, hips pushing towards that hand, but Shizuo was determined to really tease him this time and pulled his hand away.

"Nnnn… Shizu-channn…" Izaya complained, his legs now nearly shaking with anticipation.

"What do you want, Izaya?" he whispered, continuing that light touch over his cock. He dragged his fingers gently up and down the shaft torturously slow, making Izaya's cock twitch every time those fingertips traced over the head through his boxers.

"I want you to fuck me," Izaya breathed and Shizuo paused.

"You sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."

They locked eyes for a moment, Shizuo seemed to be studying him. Whatever he may have seen Izaya wasn't sure, but it made him lean in closer to lock their lips together and finally pull his boxers down to fully wrap his hand around Izaya's cock to give it a long stroke. His eyes rolled back at the combined sensation as he rocked his hips into Shizuo's hand, a heavy moan escaping his mouth only to be caught in Shizuo's.

Izaya made quick work of removing his own boxers and shirt, tossing them aside to give Shizuo better access. Stroking his cock on one hand, Shizuo tipped Izaya's head back with the other, exposing his throat and picking a spot to suck. Izaya's eyes slipped closed in an attempt to focus all of his attention on the sensation. Shizuo was definitely learning fast exactly where he liked to be touched and it was making his heart race with excitement.

When Shizuo began tracing his thumb over the head of his cock Izaya moaned again, hands grasping at Shizuo's arm in an attempt to prevent him from pulling away again. All it took was a few more strokes to turn Izaya into a panting, writhing mess. He needed more.

Izaya begrudgingly broke contact to reach over to the nightstand drawer earning a confused look from Shizuo. He quickly found what he was looking for, pulling out a small bottle of lube and smiling at the puzzled look on Shizuo's face.

"When the fuck did you get that?" Shizuo questioned.

"The other day when we were picking up groceries," Izaya smirked, "Now, did you want to prepare me or should I do it myself?"

"I'll do it," Shizuo said, taking the bottle and giving Izaya a quick kiss. "You just relax, I want to make you feel good."

Izaya watched intently as Shizuo fiddled with the bottle, generously lubricating his fingers and wasting no time lightly rubbing a finger over his entrance. Izaya felt himself twitch in anticipation at the feeling.

"Wait," he whispered hesitantly. Yes, it felt good. And yes, he wanted it. But for a brief moment he also remembered the last person to touch him there did so with the intention of causing pain. In that same moment he wondered if he really was ready for this. Yes, physically he wanted to be touched, but could he really keep his thoughts from interjecting and destroying everything he'd ever wanted? Would allowing someone to penetrate him again send him spiraling down into a panic?

What if he couldn't control his reaction? What if continuing like this opened the door for the memories to come flooding back? Memories of rough hands, forceful penetration, and pain…

But Shizuo's touch was, as always, much different. It was so much more gentle than he'd ever imagined it would be. Undemanding, slow, and responsive to Izaya's control. Even now, Shizuo was waiting, just as instructed. Not pulling back, but not moving forward. Izaya had full control.

"Fuck it," Izaya finally responded, "I'm ready."

Slowly Shizuo continued where he left off, finger tracing around the ring of muscle but not pushing past it just yet. Izaya noticed the way he kept glancing up at him, constantly checking to make sure he still had consent to continue. Izaya was at least thankful he wasn't verbally asking him if it was okay, making it easier to forget why this could be triggering for him.

But it wasn't. There was absolutely no confusing Shizuo's gentle prodding with being painfully forced open. Izaya let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when the first finger finally sank in past the ring of muscle. He closed his eyes again, focusing on relaxing and enjoying the sensation. He couldn't see, but he could feel Shizuo's eyes on him, watching his reaction.

"Keep going," Izaya breathed, "I promise it doesn't hurt."

Izaya bit his lip when Shizuo began moving his finger experimentally in and out. The sensation was familiar, but it was usually from his own experienced fingers. Shizuo was definitely new at this, but as usual he was extremely perceptive, quickly picking up on what Izaya liked.

"More," Izaya moaned, torn between wanting to give Shizuo specific instructions and letting him toy with him as he figured it out on his own. But he needed more and Shizuo was taking too long.

Shizuo added a second finger, slowly pushing inside as deep as he could reach. Izaya threw his head back, gripping the sheets. He was so close to his prostate, just barely missing it as he pulled those fingers out slightly and pushed back in.

"Hnnn Shizu-chan… press your fingers up just a bit mo–oh fuck!" Izaya was cut off when Shizuo did just that, his fingers directly pressing against his prostate now causing Izaya to clench down hard, his back arching as his grip on the sheets tightened.

Shizuo pulled out fast, and Izaya let out a whine at the loss. "Are you okay?!" he asked, clearly thinking he'd just done something wrong.

"Fucking hell, Shizu-chan," Izaya repremanded, "You didn't hurt me, just do that again!"

Shizuo let out a breath, fingers returning to search for that same spot. He found it quickly, pressing his fingers up against it again. Izaya cried out as Shizuo's fingers began moving in a circular motion across the spot, the pleasure bordering on being too much. When Shizuo's other hand wrapped around his cock Izaya almost lost it immediately. The long, slow strokes combined with the stimulation of his prostate from the inside quickly brought him to the edge. The pressure was building, growing more and more intense with each drag of those fingers against that spot inside him and every stroke of his hand on his cock.

"Shizu-hah… Shizu-chan, I'm–"

"Go ahead," Shizuo said softly, "I want you to feel good."

Izaya's orgasm tore through him. He convulsed as the release of pressure flooded up his spine, a pleasured scream forcing its way out of him as he gripped the sheets hard, holding on as if they were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Wave after wave washed over him as Shizuo stroked him through it. He rode out the last moments of his orgasm, wishing it would last forever as his cock continued to spurt out the last bits of semen in short bursts.

When it was over, Izaya was left gasping for breath, barely aware as Shizuo locked their lips together once more as his body shuddered in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his life. It took a few moments as the feeling came back into his limbs to realize he was somehow still hard.

"How was that?" Shizuo asked, his lips brushing against the side of Izaya's head.

"I… fuck… I…" he couldn't even speak properly, it took everything in him to even think of what words he might want to say.

Mind-blowing, incredible, intense–I need more!

Shizuo laughed, clearly enjoying Izaya's current state of speechlessness. "Did you still want me to fuck you?"

"Y-yes," Izaya blurted out. His erection still hadn't gone down and he was already missing the feeling of Shizuo's fingers inside him–he hadn't even noticed when they'd been removed. "I need to feel you inside me," he breathed, finally able to speak again, albeit apparently with no filter.

Shizuo moved to put himself back between Izaya's legs, quickly slicking himself up with more lube before pressing the head of his cock against Izaya's entrance. He hesitated for a moment, carefully dragging the head across the ring of muscle, but not yet pushing in.

"Damn it, Shizuo," Izaya exclaimed, "You aren't going to hurt me, just please hurry up and fuck me!"

Shizuo nodded and finally pressed forward. Izaya felt himself stretch open inch by inch as Shizuo gradually sunk into him. He couldn't stop the groan that came with being so thoroughly filled when Shizuo was finally buried fully inside him. Shizuo himself let out a low moan as Izaya's muscles twitched around him.

"Hah… Shizu-chan I need you to move," Izaya complained, hips shifting in his urgency.

"I know just…" Shizuo's grip on Izaya's hips tightened, holding him still. "Fuck Izaya, I just need a second…"

Izaya whimpered, wanting nothing more than to repeatedly impale himself on the thick, hot length buried inside him. Finally Shizuo moved, slowly and evenly pulling out and slowly pushing back in. Izaya felt every move inside of him, feeling the head of Shizuo's cock drag over his sensitive prostate as he began his maddeningly slow pace.

More… I want more…

"Harder," Izaya demanded breathlessly, "Don't hold back."

"No," Shizuo responded, leaning down to place a kiss on Izaya's forehead. "I want to do it like this."

Their eyes locked and Izaya's chest felt tight. Slowly and evenly Shizuo continued, angling his hips until the head of his cock found Izaya's prostate once again. Once he found that spot that made Izaya crumble underneath him, he began moving in shallow thrusts. His hips found a rhythm now and as much as Izaya wanted him to ram into his prostate as hard as he could, Shizuo clearly had other plans.

For years Izaya had imagined what it might feel like having Shizuo inside him. He'd used toys on himself, imagining it was the real thing. But the Shizuo in his mind was rough and animalistic, fucking him hard and ruthless. He'd never thought fucking Shizuo would be so… gentle. He was definitely holding back, Izaya could tell. But why? He'd already given him permission to go harder. Why was he insisting on being so gentle?

He wanted Shizuo to fuck him in a way that was uniquely his. He wanted him to fuck him hard, slamming into him until he couldn't even remember his own name. But he seemed adamant about going slow… not so much fucking him as…

Making love…?

And it was incredible. The pace allowed him to feel everything. The light touches on his sensitive skin, the way the head of his cock kept lightly brushing against Shizuo's abdomen, the powerful muscles under his fingertips each time his hands dragged over Shizuo's skin… and the heat radiating from the cock that was sliding with ease over his prostate with each movement of Shizuo's hips.

A sudden realization felt like it smacked him across the face. Shizuo somehow knew that this right here was what Izaya had needed. He didn't need a quick fuck just to prove he could handle it. He needed someone he cared about to bring him up and over the edge so he could just lose himself in the pleasure.

He could feel the pressure building in his lower abdomen once again. Shizuo's eyes were still locked on his own as he took him, the pace just fast enough that Izaya could feel his control slipping, but gentle enough that he could still feel every touch. The steady rhythm of Shizuo's cock was bringing him once again close to his release.

"Izaya," he whispered in his ear, "Fuck you feel so good."

Izaya's cock twitched at the words. Shizuo's voice was dripping with lust in a way he'd never heard before. He could tell Shizuo was just as close as he was with the way his cock was now twitching hard inside of him. Shizuo's hand slipped between them, wrapping around Izaya once again. The pace increased but he somehow managed to keep the same tenderness in his movements. Each time his thumb brushed over the head of Izaya's cock he felt that telltale pressure building once again. His breathing quickened, muscles tensing with every stroke of Shizuo's hand.

"Cum with me, Izaya," Shizuo whispered in his ear.

That was all it took. For the second time that evening, Izaya came. His muscles clenched down on the cock filling him. He could feel it pulse as Shizuo groaned in his ear, thrusting shallowly as he emptied himself inside, the sensation drawing out Izaya's orgasm even more as his arms wrapped tightly around Shizuo's shoulders.

They were still for a moment, Shizuo remaining inside him as they both tried to catch their breath. Izaya stared at the ceiling as Shizuo practically fell on top of him and wrapped him in a tight embrace. When Shizuo finally slipped out, Izaya felt empty. That cock had filled him up so well and he couldn't help but feel disappointed when it was taken away.

Shizuo fell to the side, loosening his grip, a hand finding its way into Izaya's hair and gently caressing the side of his head while Shizuo's lips pressed against the other. He'd never been treated with such care before. Something about it was reassuring in a way he couldn't place. Nobody had ever seemed to care about him the way that Shizuo did. He'd certainly never experienced physical affection like this from anyone before.

It was as if something just suddenly snapped in his head. Izaya couldn't think of any reason why he would have wanted to deny himself this feeling in the past. He was overcome with a sudden intense desire to let Shizuo in. He wanted him to know more. He wished he could just rip open his heart and mind and let Shizuo see everything down to his core. He didn't care how vulnerable it made him feel, he just wanted Shizuo to know everything about him so he would never have to hide anything again. It was no longer frightening to think about sharing everything with this man.

But right now he had no words. All he could do was stare mesmerized back into the eyes looking into his own. It was like Shizuo had ripped the floor out from under him. There was nothing to hold on to, but he made no effort to stop falling. He was falling in love all over again, but this time he wouldn't resist.

"I love you," Shizuo whispered.

"I love you, too" Izaya said, but even those words didn't feel like enough to express what he felt towards Shizuo in that exact moment.