Bzzzt

Izaya frowned as his train of thought was cut short by the sound of his doorbell. He was just in the midst of sorting through some paperwork that could lead to the downfall of a few very, very important people. Such information could make him a very rich man… well, richer than he already was anyway.

Bzzzt

Groaning, he pressed the intercom button on the desk. So help him, if Namie had forgotten her purse or something equally as trivial… "This better be good."

"A visit from an old friend good enough?" The deep voice on the other end sounded anything but friendly.

"Shizu-chan?" Izaya was momentarily confused. If Shizuo wanted into his apartment he was more inclined to break the door down that use the buzzer. "What are you doing here?"

"Just let me in, flea. You'll find out."

There was a moment's hesitation. "The door's unlocked." Izaya said, pressing another button on his desk. On the other end of the room there was a small clicking noise as the lock turned. The man at the desk quietly palmed his switchblade as the door opened, revealing a familiar figure.

"I must say, Shizu-chan, it isn't like you to play coy." It was strange, even, for his old rival to leave Ikebukuro period. The look on the blonde's face was strange. There was still the familiar traces of anger and disgust, but they were accompanied by an air of what almost seemed to be confidenece. "What's up?"

Shizuo didn't answer, instead casually closing the distance between them, smirking. This was certainly a situation worthy of being a distraction, Izaya thought as he shifted slightly in his seat. Why did Shizu-chan have to be so damn unpredictable all the time?

The former bartender removed a fist from his pocket, and Izaya flicked the still hidden knife open. However, the hand didn't make for his face, but rather slammed down on the desk. When it was removed, Izaya could see two small phone charms lying in it's place.

"My, my, Shizu-chan. I never thought you'd be so thoughtful as to bring me a gift." Of course he recognized the charms immediately, but decided to play dumb for the moment.

"Cut the crap, flea. You know who these belong to."

Izaya kept the same condescending smile. "I know a lot of things."

"Yeah? Well if you ever want to see your sisters again, I think you know that you better be straight with me."

Izaya's eyes narrowed slightly and he rose from his seat. "Really, Shizu-chan. I also know you a lot better than you think I do, and if you honestly expect me to believe that you'd intentionally harm two little high school gi-"

His sentence was cut short by a piercing scream. Shizuo had removed a cell phone from his pocket and was playing a voice recording. The sobs and pleas coming out of it made his blood run cold. There was no mistaking who those voices belonged to.

"Please! Please don't hurt us!"

"Izaya onee-san..."

"YOU SAY HIS NAME ONE MORE FUCKING TIME AND I'LL RIP YOUR THROAT TO SHREADS!"

More sobs and cries, and then the recording ended abruptly. Izaya was sure that the chill running up and down his spine wasn't caused by the air conditioning in his apartment.

"You…" The informant's throat felt dry, and for once he had nothing to say.

"Looks like I have your attention now. Good." Shizuo's face showed an almost deranged smile as he moved forward and threw an uppercut that connected square with Izaya's jaw.

In all his life, Shizuo couldn't recall anything that felt as good as his fist knocking that no good pest off his feet. He watched as the flea hit the ground, momentarily stunned, and then struggled into a sitting position, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"A little warning would have been nice." Izaya muttered. Shizuo noticed that one of his hands was in the pocket of his pants.

"How's this for a warning? I'm going to beat you fucking senseless, until even your own mother won't be able to recognize that disgusting face of yours. And you're going to stand there and take it. Sound good? Now empty your pockets."

Izaya regarded his tormentor with an icy stare, before reaching up and placing his trademark switchblade on his desk. A sleek black cell phone followed. Shizuo was a little surprised at the order in which the possessions were surrendered. He would have guessed that the blade would be the last thing that louse would be willing to part with.

"Do your worst, Shizu-chan."

"If you insist." The informant was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and lifted to his feet. Shizuo brought a knee up and rammed him in the stomach, causing the smaller man to double over. Another elbow brought down upon his back returned Izaya to the floor, this time sprawled on his stomach.

As Izaya was trying to catch his breath, Shizuo took a step and straddled him. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he squatted. To have this much power over the previously untouchable man was exhilarating. If only he'd realized sooner that it would take so little to bring him under his control.

Shizuo sat down on Izaya's back. There was no telling if the informant would change his mind later, and Shizuo didn't want to even give him the option of running now that he had him within his grasp. A small beep came from the direction of the computer, and Izaya's head immediately turned in it's direction. The former bartender entwined his fingers in the other's silky, black hair, pulled up, and then slammed his face into the cold, hard flooring.

"I don't think so, flea. You're getting your ass handed to you right here, and nobody's going to know about it 'til we're through."

"Aha.. haha.." A weak chuckle came from underneath him.

Shizuo frowned. "What's so funny?"

"Could I be so bold as to say that you're a little turned on by all this?"

Shizuo couldn't deny that all this excitement had got him a little… well, excited. Was it really obvious enough for the other man to notice through his clothes, though?

"So what if I am? Just goes to show how much I really hate you, flea." He had been thrown a bit by Izaya's statement, but certainly wasn't going to outwardly show any weakness now that he had come so far.

Izaya chuckled again, this time with a little more vigor. Shizuo could feel his body begin to shake with anger. This little shit should be begging him for mercy right now, not laughing as if he were on holiday somewhere. It was more than infuriating, it was frustratingly confusing. Everything was wrong about this scenario, from the flea's laughing to his erection, and it was causing Shizuo to slowly feel his control slipping away.

"Such an interesting reaction." came the muffled reply from below. "Especially from the guy who claims to hate violence so. Or did you just not want to show the public your perverted fetish?"

That was it. Shizuo immersed himself in the all too familiar feeling of being consumed by his rage.

"Fuck you, you cowardly bastard! Every time we meet you turn tail and run back to your fancy Shinjuku apartment, and you think you know me well enough to go all analytical and shit?" He was pressing the informant's face to the floor so hard it was a miracle his skull hadn't cracked. "Here's a bit of information that you might find useful. Let me show you how terrifying my anger really is."

Izaya was deftly flipped over onto his back. Shizuo wasted no time in pulling out his growing erection, taking pleasure in hearing the other man catch his breath.

"Seems like you've figured out where this is going, flea."

"You can't be serious…"

"Oh, I am. And if you are about ever seeing those sisters of yours again…" He got on his knees drew forward Izaya's upper half by the collar of his shirt. The blonde leaned in close and practically growled the end of his sentence. "… then I'd suggest you suck."