Nothing belongs to me except for Ryuu Akihana, Kanta Akihana, Ichirou Arata and the story itself. All rights go to Ryohgo Narita! Enjoy!
Shizuo couldn't stop his left eyebrow from twitching if he wanted to. For almost two hours since returning to his office with Izaya in tow, Shizuo had been aware of the rusty red eyes that remained on him and couldn't seem to leave him alone. To be honest, it was taking the blond a lot of self control not to throw his desk chair at Izaya right then.
"Exactly how long do you plan on staring at me? If there's something you wanna say, then spit it out before I get angry!"
Izaya flinched in response to Shizuo's demand while internally commenting on how Shizuo always seemed angry. Izaya couldn't even recall a time where he'd ever seen the older man smile. Izaya would usually earn an amused smirk, but never a true, content smile. Izaya recalled how relaxed Shizuo seemed when talking to the woman on the motorcycle, and burrowed further into the fuzzy blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders.
Up until this point, the two men had been silent. Shizuo was at his computer, occasionally picking up a document from a pile before setting it down in a different pile while Izaya changed into a too large, grey t-shirt and flared, black sweat pants borrowed from Arata once he had been dropped off. The teen had put in contacts provided by Arata that morning, but decided to wait a bit longer before taking them out.
Once changed, Izaya made his way to the couches to do his homework and text Ryuu that he had returned to the yakuza base safely. Throughout all this, however, Izaya couldn't keep his thoughts from occasionally trailing towards Shizuo, his eyes following suite. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Shizuo was aware of the silent attention he had garnered and was growing annoyed as it went on unchecked.
Not sure how to answer the blond's outburst, Izaya dwelled on how he didn't want to involve himself any further in the yakuza's dealings than he already found himself. Yet, his lips moved before his thoughts could catch up.
"I-I just…who was the woman. F-From before, I mean."
Shizuo momentarily seemed taken aback by the question before scoffing at the teen in annoyance and returning his attention to the tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. Silence returned to the room with a tense atmosphere accompanying it as Izaya waited to see if the blond would answer him. After a small period of continuous tapping, Izaya sighed in defeat. It was clear Shizuo had no intention of indulging his curiosity.
Deciding a break from his homework wouldn't hurt, Izaya rose from the couch with the warm blanket still wrapped around his shoulders. The heavy fabric trailed behind him as he made his way over to the large window behind Shizuo's desk, and looked out to see how different colors seemed to dance across the sky. The sun was still in the process of setting, so very few stars were able to peek through the glowing horizon, but Izaya took pleasure in admiring the mix of yellows, pinks and blues that made up the scene of early evening, a small smile making its way onto his face without his notice. Strangely enough, Izaya's smile brought the notice of the only other occupant in the room instead.
"Is looking at a bunch of grey buildings fun for you, or something? What's with the creepy-ass smile?"
Not expecting to be addressed so suddenly, Izaya turned to Shizuo in surprise. A light blush colored his cheeks at realizing he'd been caught doing something embarrassing; but the teen couldn't help defending himself anyhow.
"My smile isn't creepy. Anyway, I wasn't looking at the other buildings. I was admiring the sky."
Shizuo huffed out a laugh, but turned in his swivel chair to fully face the raven with his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his lips.
"What's the use in that? Does it remind you of some long, lost memory or some shit?"
Izaya's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned in annoyance. He would normally ignore comments like Shizuo's since his thoughts were his own, but he couldn't help feeling the need to hold his ground against the man. Turning back towards the view displayed at the window, Izaya crossed his arms to match Shizuo's.
"I just think it's pretty to look at."
A sudden bout of laughter caused Izaya to jump and redirect his sight to the older male hunched over, gripping the edge of his desk for support as he struggled to breathe. Izaya's cheeks grew hot as he demanded the yakuza boss to explain to him what he found so funny.
Wiping his eyes of the mirthful tears that accumulated, Shizuo rose his head up to face Izaya once more. To say it was a sight to behold would be an understatement to the raven. The teen's angry expression turned slack with wonder when he was given full view of Shizuo's wide, joyful smile as the yakuza struggled to calm himself down. Izaya almost wished he could see the blond's laughing expression all the time, even if it was at his own expense.
All to soon, however, the radiant smile turned into an amused smirk once more, Shizuo gazing at Izaya as though he was the only one unaware of some cryptic secret.
"You're probably the only person I'll ever meet who looks at the sky because it's 'pretty'. Next you'll tell me you sing your plushies to sleep at night."
Izaya's expression turned sour, insulted at being indirectly compared to a child. Words flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself long enough to think about who he was speaking to.
"At least I'm not some neanderthal dog who's only known command is fetch!"
Realizing his mistake too late, Izaya found the back of his head hitting the polished wood of Shizuo's desk in the next instant. One of the yakuza's larger hands held his wrists high above his head as the other one held Izaya's face so he could see the blond's enraged facial features clearly. Izaya was almost sure he could see the fires of hell in Shizuo's eyes if he looked closely enough, but the sensation of callused fingers moving from his face to his neck took precedence over Izaya's mind.
"You little shit. Where do you think you get off talking to me like that? Do you even recall who you're speaking to, or why you're here in the first place? Don't get so cocky!"
Izaya squirmed under Shizuo to try and find a way out from under him, but with how his arms were kept above his head and his legs trapped on either side of the larger man, there was no way for him to push the yakuza away. Izaya's breathing grew uneven as he gazed up at Shizuo in fear, tears threatening to spill as the pressure on his neck grew heavier with every passing second.
"I-I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean-!"
"Shut up!"
Flinching at the blond's harsh tone, Izaya's eyes burned as his vision grew blurry and he clenched them shut to try and keep his tears at bay. Izaya wished he had been quicker to stop his words. He wished he had reminded himself that even if Shizuo treated him somewhat decently, the older male was still a part of the yakuza. Shizuo wouldn't hesitate to use violence as a way to get his point across. It was just as Arata said: all yakuza were monsters.
"Boss, there's trouble down at-!"
The hard slamming of the office door against the wall, and the loud exclamation of urgency from a suit-clad grunt worker broke the heavy atmosphere between Izaya and Shizuo. Both looked towards where an unfamiliar man stood at the threshold of the office with a slack-jawed expression and a slight blush covering his cheeks. Shizuo growled lowly at the man, his angry gaze having not been diminished in the slightest.
"I'm busy! Get Tom to deal with it!"
Turning his head sideways and locking his gaze to a random point on the wall, the grunt mumbled his apologies for interrupting and how he would come back later before promptly exiting the office, the door closing shut behind him.
Izaya was confused by the man's strange behavior upon entering the room until he looked back at his situation. Imagining how he and Shizuo might have looked, his face turned bright red at the realization of how their current position could be perceived by outsiders. With how Shizuo held Izaya down to the desk and how Izaya's shirt rode up from all his squirming, it wasn't hard to decipher what the grunt assumed the two men were doing before he had walked in.
"Idiot. Don't bother me if it's not that urgent."
Izaya's attempt to tug his wrists from Shizuo's grip brought the blond's attention back to the teen under him. The sight of the young male held under him, red-faced and teary-eyed with his clothes riding up his body brought a seductive smirk to Shizuo's lips as a cluster of heat made its way to his cheeks.
"That's quite an expression you've got there, kid. Pretty dangerous if you ask me."
Izaya gulped when the hand that had been squeezing his neck moved lower, the teen's breath hitching when Shizuo's fingers made contact with the skin exposed around his navel.
"W-What are-! Don't-"
Shizuo's smirk grew at the raven's barely audible protests. The skin beneath the man's fingers jumped as the pad of Shizuo's thumb caressed the spot above the hem of Izaya's sweats where it rested almost mindlessly. Shizuo observed how the raven clenched his eyes shut at the sensation, breaths steadying to a slow, heavy tempo. The blond could tell the actions he was performing on Izaya were foreign to the teen, a strange uprising of pride at being the first to touch the younger male so intimately.
"You're sensitive, aren't ya? All I'm doing is touching you a little and your melting."
The heat on Izaya's face increased tremendously at Shizuo's words. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. On one hand, Izaya wanted to push Shizuo off of him and hide away to calm his beating heart, but at the same time Izaya didn't want the yakuza to stop. Shizuo's touch was almost addictive.
"I…I-I'm not-AH!"
While Izaya had been at war with his thoughts, Shizuo's hand ventured back upward from beneath his shirt. The blond's fingers brushed over his left nipple as they continued past it to reappear from the neck of the shirt, his hand caressing over Izaya's neck until Shizuo held the smaller male's chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"If only you could see your face right now. You look as though you're begging for me to ravish you."
Shizuo wasn't lying. Izaya's face was completely red up to his ears, his eyes half-lidded as his mouth hung slightly open with his heavy panting. Shizuo was finding it hard to keep himself from kissing the teen then and there. Leaning forward, Shizuo watched as Izaya's eyes remained focused entirely on him as their lips came closer and closer together. Bypassing the raven's mouth to caress his cheek, Shizuo's tongue slipped out out to trail towards Izaya's right ear. Sucking on the the younger male's ear lobe earned Shizuo a light moan from the boy beneath him as he pulled at it with his teeth before releasing the piece of skin entirely. Shizuo kept his breath hot on Izaya's ear as he spoke lowly.
"Don't anger me again."
Izaya was confused when he was suddenly released from the blond's grip, his body left cold with the heat of Shizuo gone from him. Blinking twice, three times to get his bearings, the teen sat up from where he lay on the desk to find Shizuo back in his black, leather swivel chair. The man's fingers flew across the keyboard once again as he moved the mouse occasionally. Izaya was left stumped as to what just happened.
"S-Shizu-"
"I'll send someone out to your apartment for some clothes tomorrow. I'm sure you'd rather not keep borrowing Ichirou's. Anyway, I'm sure you have homework, right? Better get on that. You start on that pile over there once you're done."
Izaya felt a bit dejected when Shizuo hadn't even bothered to look back at the teen as he spoke. He glanced to where Shizuo pointed to find a small stack of papers at the corner of the desk. They were slightly askew thanks to the the two men's previous actions, but they remained in a identifiable stack nonetheless. Not knowing what else to say regarding what had transpired, Izaya simply nodded in affirmation and made his way back to couch on shaky legs. He stopped briefly to retrieve the blanket that had fallen off of him when Shizuo grabbed him before continuing on.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shizuo watched Izaya rewrap himself in the blanket and sink into the couch. After a few moments of little to no movement from the teen, Izaya grabbed the remaining pages of homework he had left and continued as he was before; his eyes no longer diverted towards the blond as he worked.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Shizuo returned his gaze to the computer screen and held a hand over his face to cover the blush rising over his cheeks.
Shizuo didn't know what had come over him. At first, the blond had every intention of punishing the raven for insulting him before that employee of his walked in. Yet, when the tension was broken and he looked back to see Izaya laid out on the desk below him with an embarrassed expression and his clothes unkempt…
Shit. This could end up being more trouble than it's worth.
Looking back towards the boy who had made himself comfortable on his couch, Shizuo couldn't help thinking how attractive the teen looked with a look of concentration, and a slight blush left over from their antics only minutes before. After some thought while gazing at the raven's profile, a sly smile adorned the blond's face. An idea had popped into his head that was becoming more appealing the longer he thought about it.
Then again…when have I ever had the sense to leave well enough alone?
Afterstory Monologue:
Momo: Okay! I know! I'm sorry! I promise, I really meant to get more done than I did before school started up! I'm repenting, so take this steamy chapter as a token of my regret, ne~?
Izaya: Pathetic...
Momo: I know.
Shizuo: Did you have to make me into a bit of an asshole?
Momo: Kind of the point of your character in the story, so yeah?
Izaya: I would just like to point out that I do NOT cry.
Shizuo: [Muttering] I think the you of last night would disagree...
Momo: Details? For research purposes of course!
Izaya: Shizuo, if you so much as utter a syllable, I swear...
Momo: Fine! Buzzkill... [Turns to Camera] Anyway, sorry again for the really late update! Back to school time is the busiest time of year for my job, and I'm trying to earn a lot of credits so I can graduate quickly which means taking on class with a high workload. I'm jotting down what I can, when I can, so thank you for understanding and remaining patient with me. [Bows] Other writers that I admire who actually have a schedule of when they update are basically god-like beings to me. As much as I would like to have steady update schedule, my current situation prevents me from creating one. [Sighs]
Regarding the Wattpad idea, I'm thinking of going through with it, but I am unsure when. I'll keep you updated of when that will happen, so stay tuned! To wrap this up, please leave reviews of what you thought of the chapter and the direction it's taking! Since we're still early in the story, I couldn't give you a full smex chapter or else it would have felt too fast paced. Forgive me for that. As always, constructive criticism is more than welcome! I love you all and hope you have a good day/night! Ja-ne~! [Turns Camera Off]