Izaya had opened his mouth, perhaps to deliver another protest, but Shizuo had heard enough. He thrust his hips up and pushed the smaller man's head down at the same time. Izaya's words were his last remaining weapon, and Shizuo knew his strength was the only thing that could match them. Though he did have the upper hand, Izaya was amazingly cunning. It was best not to give him too much leeway.
Shizuo grit his teeth as Izaya tentatively took his head into his mouth. The slick tongue slowly moving around it was enough to make his cock fully hard at last.
"Better pick up the pace, I-za-ya-kun. Just remember, the faster you make me cum the quicker it'll all be over." Of course, Shizuo fully intended to prolong the flea's humiliation as much as he could possibly stand. He bucked his hips, engulfing himself suddenly further into Izaya's mouth. He was rewarded with a muffled wimper.
"Oh? I like that sound. Let's make it happen again." Another, deeper thrust. This time the sound was half cry and half gag. Shizuo grinned and grabbed a fistful of Izaya's dark hair. He began to thrust in and out, pushing and pulling the informant's head in rhythm. Izaya was emitting strangled noises, and each one sent a pleasant vibration up into his stomach. Caught up in his own excitement, Shizuo wasn't lasting nearly as long as he'd hoped.
"I'm gonna… hn… come soon, flea. And.. ah.. you better not spill a drop.." he warned, in between pants. A couple more jerks and the blonde surrendered to his orgasm, letting out a throaty cry. Warm semen dripped into the waiting mouth, causing Izaya to attempt to pull away. However, Shizuo's grip was unrelenting. He kept the brunet in his position until he could feel his heartbeat return to normal, only then pushing the smaller man's head away.
Izaya fell to the floor, coughing and dry heaving. Shizuo didn't take his eyes off him, drinking in the sight of the weakened informant like it was a sweet wine. He wondered if he was the first to ever witness Izaya in this pathetic state.
"… what's this?" Despite the drawn shades and dim lighting of the room, Shizuo had noticed a small stain on the floor. "I think you missed some."
Izaya cringed. "I… I tried."
"I don't recall telling you to try, Izaya-kun." Shizuo pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Wait!" Izaya struggled to a sitting position. "Don't do it!"
Shizuo paused, his finger above the send button. Izaya had begun to lower himself again, all the while keeping his gaze on the cell phone. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue, licked the spilled cum off the floor, and swallowed.
"Okay?" he asked, his gaze never wavering.
Shizuo felt a twitch in his groin. It was more than okay. It was better than he could have ever imagined and, quite frankly, kind of hot.
"Well, it's a start." Shizuo said in a restrained manner. In truth, it was taking a whole lot of willpower for him to not pounce on Izaya then and there. The brunet was on his hands and knees, looking up at him with pleading and vulnerable eyes.
"A start!" Izaya straightened up. "Haven't I done enough? What else could you possibly want fro-" He stopped midsentence as his eyes widened in realization.
"Think of it as your second chance, flea. Because I'm such a swell guy and all that other shit." Shizuo reached out and put his hand on Izaya's chest. It pleased him greatly to feel that the man's heart was pumping wildly.
"Shizuo…" Did Izaya's voice just crack? "I have money. Connections. Information. Whatever you want. Just don't do this. I'm begging you."
Shizuo leaned in close, until their noses were almost touching. "And ithat's/i precisely why I'm going to." He pushed, forcing Izaya onto his back. The informant squirmed under his grasp, but Shizuo was already hovering over him.
"The more you struggle, the worse it's going to be." The blonde enforced his point by gripping the waistband of Izaya's black pants on either side of his hipbones and ripping them apart. To his surprise, and delight, once the pressure on his abdomen was removed Izaya rolled over and tried to crawl away. Shizuo let him go for a few feet, before grabbing his ankle and dragging him back underneath him.
"Izayaaa~. What did I just say?"
"You can't expect me to not put up a fight!" There was a note of hysteria in the informant's voice now. His response came in the form of a cell phone shoved up against his ear, with a familiar message playing.
Izaya gave a weak little sob and collapsed upon his stomach, seemingly emotionally spent. Shizuo took this as his chance to discard the torn black fabric that had slid off the other man's hips and pull down his silky, crimson boxers, exposing his smooth and pale flesh. Slowly, he traced a finger down the base of Izaya's spine. The flea's body was much too bony to be considered traditionally beautiful, but Shizuo couldn't help but marvel at his creamy white skin.
A muffled shout brought him back to the task at hand. Izaya had buried his face in his arms.
"JUST FUCKING GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!"
Shizuo thought the tips of his maniacal grin must have been touching his ear by now.
"Well, if you insist." He plunged three fingers at once into the waiting hole, savoring the outcry that followed. Izaya's hips bucked up, and Shizuo wrapped his free arm around the informant's waist, holding him close.
"Izaya-kun, you're kind of hard." The blonde chuckled and ran a finger down the other man's length, causing him to shudder.
"It's just… hn… my body reacting. I'm definitely not ienjoying/i this like you are, you sick bastard."
"Good. I wouldn't have it any other way." In one quick motion Shizuo spread his fingers and pushed himself inside. Izaya had squeezed his eyes shut and was biting his sleeve, but the forced entrance still caused a scream to emerge through his gritted teeth. Shizuo moaned loudly as he was submerged in the tight warmth. He wanted his victim to be fully aware of his pleasure. He pulled out a bit and rammed himself in again. After the flea's first outcry he was doing pretty good job of holding his noises in. And that just wouldn't do at all.
"Ahh~!" Shizuo paused momentarily, before letting out a low laugh and pounding the spot he had just touched over and over again. Having Izaya scream in pain was delicious, but having him scream and cum against his will was a whole new level of torment.
"Shizu-chan… not… don't…" Izaya seemed to be having trouble focusing enough to make coherent sentences. His face was flushed, and each breath was accompanied by a small moan. Whether it was from pain or pleasure Shizuo couldn't tell.
"Dammit, flea." The blond growled through his labored breathing. "You know that I. Hate. That. iName!/i" Shizuo gave a violent thrust with every word, and reached his climax at the final one. He could feel Izaya tighten around him, and the informant released himself as well.
Spent, Shizuo dropped to his hands and knees, releasing the his hold on the other who fell limply to the floor. No witty retort or sarcastic remark came as blood and semen trickled out from between the smaller man's legs. Shizuo smiled victoriously.
"Good job, louse. Guess your sisters will live to see another day."
"… y'know, you can quit acting now."
Shizuo's face dropped immediately. "You call that an act? You saw the evidence."
Izaya laughed weakly and slowly pointed to his desk computer. A message box was on the screen, and Shizuo read the text inside.
iBakyura/i: The twins are safe.
iBakyura/i: Watching tv in their apartment.
iBakyura/i: Also I'm not spying on your little sisters again, you creep.
The messages were dated from over half an hour ago.
It felt as if the proverbial rug had been pulled out from beneath his feet. His head was spinning, as the reality of the situation slowly settled into his brain. Shizuo watched, mouth agape, as the other man shakily rose to his knees and grabbed his cell phone off the desk. He pressed a few buttons, and then held the screen up so that a recently sent message could be read.
iI know where you are. Walk straight two blocks. Turn left. Go one block. Turn right. Look into second window from right on building 459. Report on private chat./i
Izaya Orihara was a man of many talents. And apparently texting really fucking fast without looking was one of them.
"So what did it take for my sisters to put on that awful show for you, Shizu-chan? The promise of two autographs from that ever so popular and talented brother of yours?" Shizuo's face twitched. Yeah, something like that.
"But why…." The blonde's head was starting to throb as his mind grappled for the reasoning behind Izaya's actions. The man may not look like much, but time and time again he had always proved to be more than capable of slipping through Shizuo's fingers. And yet, this time he had allowed himself to be caught.
"Hmm…" Izaya put down the phone and thought for a moment. "Let me put it this way. You're unpredictable, Shizu-chan, and it pisses me off." The informant's red eyes glimmered. "Who knew that you'd actually make the connection in that miniscule brain of yours that throwing vending machines wasn't going to take me down. And then you had the absolute iaudacity/i to come into my domain and think you could outsmart me. ME!" He laughed softly. "You really are too much sometimes, you know that? Well, I thought I'd use this opportunity to teach you a little bit about yourself." Now he had reclaimed the switchblade off the desk, too, turning it over and over in the palm of his hand. Shizuo was still too much in shock to even think of stopping him from arming himself
"Shizu-chan is a monster." Izaya's trademark smirk had returned to his face, though his posture was still a bit too rigid to look natural. "The whole city has witnessed your inhuman strength and violent temper. It's common knowledge by now. What I wanted to know is if what I suspected was true. If the outside reflected the inside. And now we both know the truth. Shizu-chan isn't human… he's a monster to the very core of his soul. This evidence is your punishment for even considering that you and I are on the same level."
"You… you really have so much hate inside you…" Shizuo knew how ridiculous that sounded in light of recent events, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. Mentally pinning the blame on his most hated rival seemed like the easiest way not to turn an eye inward on himself.
"Hate?" Izaya brought the dull edge of the knife up to Shizuo's face, causing him to flinch. However, the cool metal was drawn harmlessly down his cheek, in a sort of twisted caress. "You misunderstand me completely, Shizu-chan. It's the complete opposite, really. You see…" Cool red eyes met his, and for a moment their expression was completely unreadable. "I am a man who is cursed with an overabundance of love."
In an instant, the tip of the knife was lingering at the blonde's throat, pressed directly in the middle of his adam's apple. "Now tuck yourself in and get the fuck out of my apartment, before I call the cops for a crime that you really did commit."