There's a First time for everything pt.1
Authors Note: There's a time skip, just because I thought the filler chapters i had written out didn't really contribute to anything. Also I have a handful of chapters already written out, So I'll be able to make up for all the delays. Have a good day.
"I have the cameras placed all around your house, and I'll be watching over you at night, ok?" Izaya muttered as he adjusted the camera above Mercy's bedroom door.
"Izaya, you know the five of you are freaking out over nothing." Mercedes sighed, as she leaned on the door jam.
"Mercy, two men broke into your house, and you think that's nothing." Izaya sighed, already tired of her reasoning, and sitting onto her bed. "What if they hurt you?"
"The fact is they didn't." She sighed straddling his legs. "But if they had, they would be in danger. They would have Shyanne, Chandasea, Celty, Shizuo, and you."
She muttered as she leaned into his body, and kissing him tenderly. As their lips parted then met again, Mercy's fingers dug into his hair. All the while she ran her nails, on the other hand, from his neck to his abs. Izaya shivered under her slow-moving hand and kissed her harder, before pulling away.
"Why am I the last on your list?" he questioned, looking deeply into her eyes, almost hurt.
"Because, if they had hurt me, I would have made sure you were the last to know." She smiled, causing her eyes to sparkle. "And even though you were the last to find out, you'd be the first, and worse, person they would deal with."
Izaya bit his bottom lip, enticing Mercy to come closer, and almost wish she was injured in the break in. Mercedes gently kissed Izaya, sliding her right hand to his navel. His breath caught in his throat, as his hand slid down her buttock and pulled her closer.
"If, you go any lower, you'll start something, which I'll have to finish." Izaya growled longingly.
Mercedes smirked, as she pulled her hand up and wrapped both her arms around his neck. She almost laughed when Izaya groaned internally, as if he was disappointed, but she wasn't finished with him, not yet. In response to his groan, Mercy pressed hard against his lower member and shifted her weight. Both parties stopped and looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"You're so beautiful." Izaya muttered, as if in a daze.
"Please, don't," Mercy muttered sounding hurt.
"You don't believe me?" he questioned, staring at her down turned eyes. "If I wasn't attracted to you, I wouldn't want you as much as I do."
Mercedes glanced back at Izaya questioningly, before he forced her hips onto his hardened member. She moaned in response, all fears of rejection drifty off in the wind. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her passionately. As he slid his hands back to her butt, she allowed her hips to move back up, and without her knowledge, he allowed the movement, to help him unzip her jeans. They kissed again, as their hands roamed the other person's body, though Izaya's went to targeted areas. He unbuttoned her jeans as his other hand caressed her lower back.
"Shizuo has great taste in women." Izaya whispered under his breath.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Mercy questioned.
Just a little closer, Izaya thought as his hand slipped under her lacey red panties. He kissed her at the same moment his middle finger penetrated her core. She gasped, closing her eyes in pure ecstasy, as a shiver consumed her body.
"You're so tight." Izaya muttered sliding his finger in her folds. "We will have to work at that."
Izaya smirked mischievously, at the young woman in his arms. Mercedes eyes were closed, and her labored breathing matched his fingers rapid pace. She had never felt anything quite this enjoyable, and she was happier she was becoming one with Izaya. He was the best thing to ever happen to her. As he watched her enjoy the attention, Izaya slowly slipped another finger in her taut orifice. Almost immediately her face contorted into a pained mask, as her pink flesh stretched around his fingers. Her eyes shot open, and instantly met with Izaya's.
"Hush, my beloved," he breathed, kissing her tenderly.
He continued to widen her small core, fully knowing that it would be more painful soon. It only took her a moment, to feel the pleasure building up inside. She dug her nails into his shoulders as her walls squeezed his fingers, before releasing. Her entire body shuddered and her nails released Izaya, as her breathing restored to normal. Her face frozen with mixed emotions both shock and passion as she rested her forehead against his.
"That was amazing." She breathed raggedly.
Izaya chuckled, before pulling his wet fingers from inside her lacey underwear. As Mercedes kissed down his neck, Izaya took the chance to, do what he's wanted to since he met her, finally taste her. She was sweeter than he thought, but she had a taste that could only be described as innocent. Without his noticing, she pulled away, and watched as he licked his finger free of her juices. She slightly bit her lip, tempted to interrupt his enjoyment. Her better judgment lost, as she pulled his hand from his mouth. As she looked deeply into his eyes, she tasted herself on his middle finger. Izaya breathed in raggedly as her tongue ran slowly against him, forcing a small moan from his lips.
"Damn," he breathed, as a wet warm liquid soaked his pants.
Mercy, glanced at him questioningly before glancing down and seeing what she had done.
"I-I'm sorry." She muttered looking at him sadly.
"There's nothing for you to apologize for." He smirked before kissing her passionately.
Mercedes purred into the kiss, tasting herself and the spice of her beloved, dancing around her mouth in the form of Izaya's tongue. Izaya wrapped his arms around Mercy's body, his right arm holding her firmly against his body and his left cuddle her butt. With her securely in his arms, Izaya lifted her just enough, so he could turn, so she was on the bed. His body surrounded hers as he lay between her legs, kissing her tenderly. Her body shivered underneath his, forcing a worry of smothering her, to rush through Izaya's heart.
In response, Izaya pulled away to check Mercedes eyes. One of the many reasons he loved her was because, even though Mercy is a tough girl, with one look into her eyes Izaya could see every emotion she was feeling. There was nothing but joy, lighting up her eyes, like two lighthouses in the distance.
There was a calming feeling that filled Mercedes, as her beloved took off his black shirt, exposing his well-toned body. She breathed a silent gasp of awe, she knew he was toned, but she imagined nothing like this. He was like a stone statue of Hercules, or the other Demi-gods, she couldn't remember at the moment. Izaya smirked as he watched her eyes dance around his body hungrily. He leaned back over her, causing his muscles to flex and move together.
"You can touch if you like." He whispered into her ear.
Her face brightened in a red haze, she didn't think she was that obvious. Izaya gently kissed from her ear, down her jaw line, and down her neck. When he reached the sensitive spot on her neck, she moaned quietly. She could feel his smirk against her neck as he suckled the tender skin. Mercedes allowed her hands to slowly move from his waist, glided against his six-pack, and rested against his chest. His skin was warm, to the touch, and tingled as she slid her hands against him. Izaya bit his bottom lip, as her hand slid back down his six-pack and stopped at his belt. Just a little lower, he couldn't help but think. His member already standing in attention pressed, painfully, eager against his pants zipper.
As if she could hear his vary thoughts, Mercedes hands gently slid his pants off, grazing his member and forcing it to twinge with excitement. He couldn't stop the moan, almost growl, from exiting his lips and dancing across her neck. Her hormones rushed instantly, causing her hands to rub harder against him. In response, Izaya pulled her hands away, and pinned them over her head.
"Don't tease or I'll make you regret it," Izaya growled.
Mercedes eyes flashed with excitement as Izaya continued to kiss down to her collarbone. He stopped where her lacy tank top restricted his access to her skin. Taking advantage of her inability to move, Izaya tied her arms to the bed post, with his usual smirk plastered onto his face. Mercedes glance questioningly at him, as he slid her pants, and lacy underwear down her long legs. She purred quietly as his fingers grazed her inner thigh. A sly smirk light up Izaya's face at her sudden compliance, before he cut the fabric of her tank top.
"Hey," Mercy whined, "That was my favorite pajama shirt."
Izaya carelessly tossed the ruined fabric aside, and continued his path down her body. Reaching her navel, he smirked and allowed his tongue to circle the skin, and then dip into the indention. Before moving on, he smirked at Mercy. As he came closer to her core Mercy couldn't help but moan out her anticipation. A smile formed on Izaya's face, as he kissed her opening. He paused momentarily, to untie her hands. After all, it would be more fun for the both of them. Instantly her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer to her heated core. Izaya nibbled the fragile skin before entering her, with his tongue; the wet muscle parting her pink flesh and rubbing against the slightly swollen walls. He wasn't going to completely satisfy her; no he wasn't that nice, he was just going to bring her to the edge.
Mercy shuddered, already feeling the pressure growing. When he quickly pulled away, she groaned, deeply disappointed. He didn't want this to be too quick, after all, where would be the fun in that? Mercedes opened her mouth to complain, but was forced back into a passionate kiss. Izaya positioned himself at her opening, as he nuzzled her neck anxiously.
"Izaya, wait!" Mercy squeaked, as he started to move, "Okay, I'm sorry, jus-"
"I know, just breath, and everything will be ok." Izaya sighed slightly frustrated.
"Okay," Mercy breathed, "Okay wait."
Izaya paused again, before kissing her tenderly, and trailed down to her sweet spot. During her distraction, Izaya forced his member into her womanhood, forcing a pained mask onto her face. Izaya tenderly caressed her face. He never wanted to see her squirm in pain again, but some pain is necessary. When her body started to relax, he slowly moved his hips back and forth. Each time he pulled further out and met hers again with more force.
Her quiet moans motivated him to move quicker and harder into her welcoming body. When she was ready, Mercy allowed her body to move with his, forcing him deeper inside. He groaned into her neck as her walls tightened around his member. She was close, so much closer now, to releasing her passion. For entertainment purposes, Izaya restrained himself, and slowed the motion of his hips. He needed her hold out just a little longer. Mercy groaned in protest as he slowed down.
To keep from losing his control, Izaya bit down onto her shoulder, forcing a pained moan from her lips. Her reaction didn't help his control issues. In fact, her groan like moan nearly pushed him off the edge. It made him want to claim her as his, and make sure nobody, not even Shizuo, touched her again. Izaya wanted to lock her in his bedroom and keep her for himself. His emotional ties, to her were dangerous, but uncontrollable now.
Another moan exited her throat, forcing him to slam once again into her, and release his seed. Mercy tightened her grip on his shoulders, making blood drip onto her shoulder, as she too climaxed. They both breathed ruggedly trying desperately to catch their breath again. Once he was breathing normally, Izaya pulled out of her and rolled off to her side. Mercedes face light up as she glanced at her beloved, nothing could ruin this moment for her.
"You should sleep love; you'll be very tired and slightly sore in the morning." Izaya said in between kisses.
"Will you be here when I wake up?' she questioned.
Izaya's impish smile returned to his face, as he pulled her against his body. "Of course, now is this close enough for you?"
"For now it is, Izaya, where did you get the string?"
Izaya smiled, before answering her. "It was the string holding the camera supplies; I tossed it over here earlier."
"O, ok, that makes sense. Goodnight my love." She muttered before drifting off to sleep.
The annoying beeping of the alarm clock woke Mercy, hours later. At first, she didn't move, she just watched the flickering lights, content at the moment, until she realized she was alone. Almost instantly her heart fell into her stomach, but she quickly pushed her hurt feelings aside, she had to get ready for work. Normally Mercedes had her cloths chosen and folded in the bathroom, but due to Izaya's extended stay, she didn't set up. Her shower was short and sweet, allowing her extra time to get dressed in her black shorts and khaki tank top. As she pulled up her white tights, she breathed in the sweet smell of bacon and eggs.
Her curiosity forced her from her room, and into the kitchen, where Izaya was busy cooking breakfast. A small smile crossed her face, feeling so much better now.
"Good morning Izaya." Mercy smiled.
"I'm glad you're awake." He muttered, glancing back to Mercy.
"Really now, well, I'm glad you're still here." She muttered sitting on the table. "I was worried when you weren't next to me."
Izaya smirked, as he leaned into her body. "I didn't want to leave your side," He kissed her neck tenderly, "but I also didn't want you to be late, so I made breakfast."
"Aw, thank you love," Mercy smiled.
"You know, it hurts that you would think I left you, when I promised I'd be with you when you woke up." Izaya mocked a sad face, as Mercy started munching her food.
"I'm sorry, for hurting you," Mercy paused, looking Izaya dead in the eyes and smiling. "Maybe later I can make it up to you…"
"Why am I sensing, a, but, in this sentence?"
"Because, I need to go, Shyanne's waiting for me outside." Mercy frowned quietly disappointed.
"Boo," Izaya groaned, trying to conceal his chuckle. "Ok, I'll walk you to her car."
Izaya laced his fingers with Mercy's as he dragged her out to door, with a skip. For some reason Mercy was nervous about her friend, seeing the two of them walking to her truck. She felt almost like a child about to confess something her mother would disapprove of. Feeling Mercy slight shaking, Izaya glanced at her questioningly.
"Is something wrong love?" he asked, pausing at the stairs.
"Not really, I just feel like I'm going to be lectured for some reason." Mercy chuckled quietly,
"Silly huh?"
"Not really, after all, Shyanne doesn't really approve of our relationship," Izaya paused, glancing at the black truck. "You don't regret last night, do you?"
Instantly, Mercedes looked into his eyes in complete shock. "Of course not," she paused to hug him tightly. "Izaya, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm grateful that I shared such a wonderful night with you."
"I'm glad," Izaya smiled, "have a wonderful day at work."
Izaya kissed Mercedes passionately, until the horn of the nearby truck echoed behind them. Mercy quietly groaned, after they pulled away, and leaned into Izaya's body. He gently pulled her closer to his body, before kissing her forehead tenderly.
"Looks like Shyanne, is in a rush to get to work." He smiled. "I'll lock up your house; have a great day at work."
"You too, my love, I'll see you later."
Mercedes smiled as she walked into her cubicle and turned to her computer. She felt new, alive, and almost indestructible. Her desk was neat, like always, but there was a new stack of papers. With an exasperated sigh, Mercedes started working. She never dreamed she would be sitting in a cubicle, editing other people's work, so it could be published; and for some sick reason, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed reading the different author's works, and developing her own idea; she also enjoyed helping others achieve their dreams, even though she has yet to do so herself.
"You're glowing, so I'm expecting a great story." Shyanne breathed leaning over Mercedes wall.
"You will get no such story," Mercy smiled, glad for the distraction.
"Darn it, why can't you be like Channy and the others?" Shyanne whined, "Please can we talk about your night?"
Mercy sighed glancing at her friend, before waving her back in. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to avoid this conversation, so she might as well suck it up and answer all the questions. Shyanne happily sat on Mercy's desk, bubbling with joy. The young blond knew she had won the argument, and was going to have every question answered willingly, though with some distain.
"What do you want to know?"
"I knew you'd come around…" Shyanne cheered, before thinking of what to ask. "Where did you go, after ditching us?"
"Izaya called, and said he wanted to put up security cameras around the house and that he needed me to let him in. So I walked over to his office and took him to my house."
"Good, so far I'm liking this boyfriend of yours." Shy smiled. "So what happened after that? O wait let me guess, the two of you made passionate love and he pronounced he is in love with you."
Mercedes ignored the annoyance that sprouted from her, and looked at her friends dubiously.
"This is not a romance novel." She found herself breathing quietly. "But you got one out of two right."
"O MY GOD," Shyanne shrieked brining more attention to the two girls.
She paused glancing at the others and smiled, as if nothing was going on. Only when the others turned back to their work did Shyanne go back to their secretive conversation.
"You didn't,"
"I did," Mercy breathed nervously.
"Your mother's going to kill you if she finds out." Shyanne whispered. "What happened to waiting till your married?"
"It just happened, I know, but Shy, I've never been this happy in my life." Mercy could already feel a lump in her throat. "I don't know what's going on, but I know that right now, I feel as though everything is right."
Shyanne smiled, truly happy for her friend, but also very worried for her. As motherly and mature Mercy is, she is equally naïve. In her determination, Mercedes ignored the pleasures most girls went through. She has only dated one other man before, and the relationship wasn't exactly healthy. Robert had gotten obsessed, and very possessive of her. When the constant calls and unexpected drop-in's started to scare her, and her friends, she finally broke up with him. It wouldn't have surprised her if Robert was the one who broke into Mercy's house.
"Well then there is only one question left for me to ask," Shyanne smiled, at her friends questioning stair. "Ok make that two."
"What is it Shy?"
"First of all, was he any good at it?"
Mercedes blushed as she quietly looked away.
"I'll take that as a yes, last question, how big is he?"
"I plead the fifth, now; go so I can get work done." Mercy flushed a brilliant red.
"Fine, but I'm telling Chandasea, so I can tell her I'm your favorite."
Before Mercy could say anything, Shyanne ran off to her glass office, and instantly picked up her phone. Mercy sighed fully knowing she was going to get a slightly angry phone call from her friend. Might as well get some work done. She thought as she processed the author's words. Her phone angrily called for her attention.
"Wolf-men and Heart, this is Mercedes." She breathed her overly rehearse answer.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Chan's voice shrieked from the other side of the phone.
"I'll tell you tonight," Mercy glared off at Shyanne's smiling form, across the building.
"Hell to the no, you're going to tell me right now."
"I slept with Izaya, and I'll go into greater detail tonight. Bye Channy."
And without waiting for a reply, Mercy hung her phone up. Hours later Mercy had finished two books, and was ready for lunch. Her phone once again squealed for her attention. Before answer it, Mercy breathed a small sight, to calm her nerves, and answer her phone.
"Wolf-men and Heart, this is Mercedes."
"It's nice to hear your voice."
Instantly Mercy's heart stopped beating, and her voice now caught in her throat. A smile soon reached her lips as she leaned against the back of her chair.
"Same here, you have no idea what kind of day I've been having." She breathed. "How are you Izaya?"
"I'm good, just watching all my planning unfold and you my darling?"
"Better now…" Mercy paused, "It's not like I mind you calling, but why are you calling?"
"O, what are you doing for lunch?"
"Nothing, actually, I haven't thought about lunch yet." Mercy muttered as Shyanne started walking to her desk.
"Good, because you already have plans,"
"I do?"
"Yes, I'm outside, and you're coming with me." Izaya laughed.
"Ok, I'm on my way down love."
Shyanne walked over, and sat onto Mercy's desk, and next to her computer. Mercy sighed and hung up the phone, only to see a smirk on her friend face.
"Yes Shy?"
"Let's go to lunch, I'm starved." Shyanne breathed.
"Why don't you take Channy, I'm going off with Izaya."
"Bu- Wait, who's more important, us or the man you slept with…" Shyanne questioned as she chased her friend to the elevator, "Wait don't answer that."
"I'll see you after lunch!" Mercy said before the doors closed.
The ride down was quiet, as she bubbled with excitement. With each level, the elevator made a small buzzing sound, forcing Mercy to glance at the red numbers. Twelve more levels, eleven, ten, nine, eight… Mercy thought as she counted down, till she was free of the elevator. After a moment the elevator stopped and five other people got on board.
"Finally," she breathed when the elevator stopped in the lobby. "Hello Izaya."
Everybody in the lobby stopped and glanced at the two, in complete shock. Mercedes smiled sweetly before glaring at all the people. She was so tired of people judging her, and others, by who they hang around, and what they look like. Izaya despite his cold exterior is quite the opposite, if one got past his outer shell. Their audience quickly glanced away, before resuming their original obligations.
"And here I thought, I hadn't taught you anything." Izaya laughed.
He wrapped his arm around her small waist, and guided her out of the building. Mercedes glanced at him questioningly, but allowed him to pull her away from the people, and into the busy streets of Ikebukuro.
"So what is bothering you today?" Izaya questioned, still dragging her beside him.
"People are so bothersome," she sighed, "Shy and Chan, found out about last night,"
"They did?" he questioned quirking a brow, with a small smirk plastered onto his face, "How?"
Mercy blushed slightly, before giving him the smallest of guilty smiles, and he knew instantly what happened. It was hard for him to control the small chuckle that begged him to come out; eventually he gave up, and allowed it to trickle from his lips. Mercedes sighed, already knowing he was laughing at her.
"You're such a loving boyfriend." She muttered rolling her eyes.
"I know, but that's why you love me." He smiled down at his annoyed girlfriend.
They finally arrived to the small café he had been dying to take Mercy to, since she told him about her love for coffee. Her face instantly light up making the room brighter, as she glanced at Izaya excitedly. He smiled back down at her, almost proud that he was the reason she was so happy. Their moment was interrupted when his phone rang. Izaya grimaced before answering the phone with a cocky hello. Before the person on the other end could get him too distracted he covered the receiver, and kissed Mercy's forehead.
"Go ahead and order, I'll grab a chair." He smiled. "No, I'm still here."
Mercedes cocked her brow, but ordered two coffee's black with some sugar, never the less. As she waited, Mercy glanced to the rack in front of the register. It was full of books, and magazines, but one book in particular caught her attention. It had a leather cover, and in gold letters it read, "At the end." She instantly grabbed it bubbling with pride; she had edited this book several months ago, and found it was an intriguing read.
"Excuse me, could you add this to my order?" she asked giving the cashier the book.
"Of course, would you like anything else?" the young man questioned.
"No, thank you." Mercy smiled.
Half a minute later, the young man handed Mercy her two coffees, with a pleasant smile. She took them, gently tucking the book under her arm, and thanked the boy. Now all that's left to do is find Izaya, Mercy thought as she walked around the medium sized café. It was truly a beautiful building. The walls were a comforting maroon color with white embellishments. The paintings were modern, which Mercy didn't care much for, but she never did like modern art. Though Mercy couldn't help but gasp in pure admiration, as she looked at the metal butterfly's spreading across the only white wall.