WARNING; THERE'S A LIME IN THIS CHAPTER...
SO, YAOI!
NO LIKEY, NO READY!
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I hate parties.
And a party was exactly where he was at the moment. Izaya plopped down onto one of the couches. Rubbing his temples, he looked around at the kinds of people that were there.
Stupid High School kids, all of them. But that was to be expected from a party of Masaomi Kida's.
Why was he here, anyway?
Oh, that's right. Celty said Shizuo would be here.
He was looking forward to seeing the blond, but he knew he'd probably get his ass kicked by the end of the night. And he wasn't really looking forward to that.
It was a matter of minutes before Shizuo showed up. He walked straight into the kitchen where Kida was, asking him for beer, and he got some. Izaya wondered how the blond teen had managed to get his hands on it.
Shizuo came back into the living room and sat on the same couch Izaya was sitting. He didn't seem to notice the informant as he sipped his beer. Every once and a while Izaya would glance over, admiring the bartender's illustrious features.
But of course, it was inevitable that Shizuo would finally notice Izaya staring at him. The blond turned his head slowly towards the raven, eyebrow twitching.
"IZAAAAYAAAAA!" He shrieked, hopping off the couch and lifting it up (Izaya still on it). He was about to throw it out the window, but Kida grabbed his wrist.
"C'mon, man, can't you get along with him just for tonight?"
Shizuo, to Izaya's surprise, actually listened, setting the piece of furniture back down. He glared at Izaya for a few moments before walking into the other room.
The informant sighed, happy he didn't get thrown across Ikebukuro. He stood suddenly, realizing he might as well try and do something. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing a Pepsi from the fridge. He wasn't a big fan of alcohol.
He hung out with Mikado for a while, talking about nothing in particular. He grew bored soon enough and walked to the bathroom. He set his drink on the counter and stared at himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair slightly. He exhaled loudly. "Oh Izaya, you're such a loser…" He said quietly, picking up his drink again.
Around an hour later, the party started to die down. People either left or passed out on the floor, either way it was quieter. Izaya was laying on the couch, his eyes closed.
Taking another sip of his soda, he closed his eyes. Something felt…weird. He let out a shaky breath and brought a hand to his chest.
Why was his heart pounding so fast?
He shivered, trying to stand but ended up stumbling. He sat back down, breathing heavily. What the hell is wrong with me? He asked himself, shivering again.
Suddenly he heard a familiar voice. "Izaya, you look like shit."
The informant cringed. "Don't yell!" He looked up at the source of the rather annoying sound. Shizuo.
"I wasn't yelling- damn, you really do look shittier than usual."
"Shut the hell up…" Izaya stood again, stumbling once again, but this time he fell on Shizuo.
The blonde didn't stagger; instead he caught the raven in his arms. Shizuo looked at him, then to the can of Pepsi. "Well you're not drunk, so that means someone spiked your drink. Assholes…" He growled slightly.
"Mmmn, Shizu-chan~" Izaya mused, lolling his head from side to side. "I'm so horny~~"
The bartender felt his eye twitch. "Ecstasy huh…"
"Stop talking so loud!" The informant whined.
"Goddammit, I'm n-" Shizuo stopped himself and sighed. No use getting angry right now. As much as he wanted to kill Izaya, killing him while he was fucked up like this wouldn't be very fair.
"Kida, do you have a guest room or something that I can put Izaya in? He needs to lie down…" Shizuo gestured to the shivering man in his arms.
The blond teen smiled at them. "Of course, you two have fun~" He skipped out of the room, probably to go flirt with girls.
Shizuo scoffed, throwing Izaya over his shoulder and carrying him upstairs. He found a room that he was pretty sure was a guest bedroom and set the raven on the bed.
Izaya giggled, snuggling into the blankets. "Soft…" He murmured.
Shizuo rolled his eyes and started out of the room, but was stopped by Izaya grabbing his hand. "Don't leave me, Shizu-chan…"
The blond's eyes widened when he saw Izaya's expression. His face was flushed, his eyes half-lidded, and his lips were parted ever so slightly... Shizuo stared at him. "Izaya…"
Shizuo nearly jumped on top of the shorter man. He attacked Izaya's mouth, kissing him with extreme fervor. The raven reacted immediately, opening his mouth slightly so Shizuo could slide his tongue in. Izaya fought back, his tongue pushing against the bartender's.
Izaya didn't know what Shizuo was doing, or why he was doing it, but he liked it, and that's all he cared about right then. In contrast, Shizuo was wondering the same thing.
Their kisses slowly grew more heated, a low moan coming from Izaya every once in a while. Shizuo's hand traveled downward suddenly, squeezing the raven's crotch. The informant squeaked, throwing his arms around the blond. "Shizu-chan…" He moaned.
"Tch," Shizuo's eyebrow twitched as he slipped his hand inside the flea's pants, who whimpered.
"Shizuuuu-chaaaan…I need you, come onnn~"
So damn annoying…
Izaya looked like he was about to die from a heat stroke just about then, so Shizuo quickly stripped the younger man of his fluffy jacket and shirt, his pants and boxers following soon after.
The blond stopped before unbuttoning his own shirt. He studied the completely naked informant before him. His chest was rising and falling abnormally fast, his face was a deep red, and he was covering his eyes. The light was probably too bright for him…Before Shizuo did anything else he got up and turned it off.
He realized Izaya was completely at his mercy; that he could do anything he wanted with him. On a normal day he'd just try and kill him, but tonight he felt like doing something…better. His hand shifted down to grab hold of the raven's arousal. He pumped it slowly and Izaya moaned, throwing his head back. "Shizu-chan…it feels so good…"
Damn flea…
The bartender swallowed hard, ogling Izaya almost like a horny schoolgirl. He licked his lips, pumping the shorter man faster. It wasn't very long before the informant cried out, spilling his seed onto Shizuo's hand.
The blond pulled his hand away, up to his mouth to lick it clean. He looked back at Izaya, who had already passed out.
He sighed, pulling the covers out from under the raven. He stripped to his boxers and got back onto the bed, pulling the blankets over both of them. Moments later Izaya rolled over in his sleep, snuggling against Shizuo's chest.
The blond closed his eyes, drawing Izaya into his arms. He sighed once more, silently wondering what he was going to say to him the next morning.
