Title: The Game.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: M.
Warning: Language, innuendos, and sexual themes~
Summary: Hey Shizu-chan, let's play a game. I'll touch you—don't worry! I won't hurt you. Trust me, you'll feel amazing. Anyways, if my touches do nothing to you, I promise to leave Japan. But, if they do, you, Shizu-chan, will be mine. Deal?
With a tired growl, Shizuo pushed himself out of bed.
It was early.
Too early.
If he could, he would've just fallen back onto his comfy bed and sleep the rest of the day. It sounded like a good idea, actually.
Too tired and unable to recall the events from the previous night, Shizuo couldn't think properly. His brain was still pretty much asleep and the thought of going back to sleep was quite tempting.
But he had to go meet Tom so it wasn't like he had a choice. Shizuo respected him, so being late would end up bothering the blonde for a while. Either way, it was still too early in the morning and Shizuo's brain was still half asleep.
Using one hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, he used his other to turn off his ringing alarm clock. Unfortunately, he ended up crushing it with his strength.
"Damnit, that's the fourth time this month…" He trailed off tiredly, looking at the destroyed digital clock. After grabbing the now broken electronic, he walked towards his washroom down the hall from his bedroom.
With the lights off, he entered his washroom and tossed the broken alarm into the trash bin. The only lights were coming from the bright sunlit living room of his apartment. Yawning once more, he closed his eyes and reached to turn on the lights.
"If I keep going to buy an alarm clock like this every single week, the girl who works at the store is going to think I keep coming back to see her." Closing his mouth after yawning silently, he shook his head in disdain. Not to be rude, but she just wasn't his type.
And by that, he meant he wasn't interested in 'women' who needed permission from their parents and the high school they attended to get a job.
Walking over to the shower, he pushed the curtain slightly. With one hand, he turned on the water before stripping off his lightly colored pajama shirt. When he was done pulling the soft fabric over his messy head of bed hair, he quickly pulled off his bottoms and boxers. After he removed his white pair of undies, he stared at his morning wood with tired eyes.
"Guess I'll just take care of that in there." He mumbled to himself sluggishly.
Before getting into the shower, something in his reflection from the mirror next to him caught his eye.
Turning to look at himself, he furrowed his brows wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Is that… a hickey?"
For a moment, he continued to stare at his reflection critically. Just what happened the other night? Despite being half asleep, his tired head tried to think as far back as possible. But when nothing came to mind, he sighed in defeat. Oh well, it'll come to him sooner later.
Besides, it could've always been a bruise or something. He did always end up with bruises he never remembered getting. Being as tolerant when it came to pain as he was, he was only able to remember getting endured severely.
Like being shot, stabbed in a bad area, or something like that. But even then, it did nothing to his inhuman body.
Shaking his head, he absentmindedly placed a hand on the purple mark. Taking a step forward, he closed his eyes and yawned once more as he stepped into his shower. As the water began to hit him gently, he sighed in satisfaction. It was just the right temperature—not too hot, not too cold, it was perfect.
"Ahh..." Using one hand to comb through his blonde head of hair, he used his other to reach for the shampoo bottle he had. But when his hand was met with nothing, he cracked a sleepy eye open.
It wasn't there.
The shampoo, it wasn't there.
What the heck?
That was strange, he just bought a new bottle the other day.
Shizuo turned around. Maybe he placed it on the other side of the shower somewhere. Moving around a little, the water hit his body softly and relaxingly. "Weird, I thought I—"
A botte of shampoo was shoved into his face.
"Here you go, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo jumped in surprise and slipped forward.
With a girlish 'eep', Shizuo collided with the naked figure in front of him, his larger body on top of the much thinner one below. In a scramble of wet, bare limbs, the debt collector stared into the pair of crimson eyes below him. Nonchalantly, Izaya purred. "Good morning, Shizu-chan~"
Suddenly, the memory of the night before came rushing back and Shizuo clenched his teeth angrily.
"IZAYA!" The debt collector growled, shifting to straddle the pale man below him as the water from the shower continued to hit his back. He took one of Izaya's wrists into both of his hands and held them next to the raven's head.
"Mmm, yes, Shizu-chan?" Izaya replied grinning not so innocently.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE—?"
"The front door—"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING—?"
"Being straddled by a loud protozoan—"
"WHY ARE YOU NAKED—?"
"Well why would I wear my clothes in the shower? Silly Shizu-chan—"
"WHY ARE YOU HERE—?"
"To help you take a shower, duh—"
"STOP TALKING—"
"Only when you stop yelling, which I hope is soon. If you keep yelling like that, I'm pretty sure I'll go deaf!"
Ignoring the annoying reply that only made Shizuo's head ache terribly, he glared at the pale face inches from his. If only he were given the power of laser beams shooting from his eyes. Hah. If only.
"I don't see why you're so mad, Shizu-chan." Izaya said, shrugging as best he could. What with their position, small amount of space, water getting into his eyes, and heavy blonde on top of him.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I mean, I did win you, after all, which means you are mine—which means you belong to me." The informant couldn't hold back a devilish grin at the sight of the blonde's scowl. "And since you belong to me, doesn't that mean I have the right to choose what not and what to do with you? Whether you like it or not?"
"But I don't belong to you—"
"Oh really? Then what's this then?" Breaking loose one hand, he brought it up to touch the dark bruise he left on the blonde's neck. "This is proof you're mine—"
"No I'm not! And just because you made me cu—lose doesn't mean anything!" Shizuo blushed fiercely, stumbling on his words a little.
"But it does. Because you lost—I mean, came, hard, because of me, into my mouth, that means you don't hate me as much as you claim to. Just think about it, if you really did, then why would you have cu—"
"Just shut up!" Shizuo yelled menacingly. Like he wasn't pissed off enough.
First, he had to wake up early, which by itself, was already bad enough. Then he broke his alarm clock for the fourth time in one month. When he got into the washroom, he realized he had a problem to deal with below the belt. After deciding to take care of it in the shower, Shizuo stepped into his shower to meet a fully naked Izaya. After realizing he wasn't alone, he slipped and fell on top of the other. And like it wasn't bad enough having him in his apartment, naked, but the flea decides to go run his mouth off.
"And since you belong to me, doesn't that mean I have the right to choose what not and what to do with you? Whether you like it or not?"
He didn't belong to him.
Shizuo didn't, couldn't, and wasn't going to accept that because it wasn't true. He'd have to be crazy to.
"Come on, Shizu-chan~" Izaya's voice came in. The blonde only continued to glare at him harshly. "Being mine isn't that bad, you know?"
"I am not yours—"
"Yes, you are—"
"And sorry, but I fail to see how it isn't a bad thing."
"Well because I basically won you," Izaya said mockingly before continuing, "That means you are mine. And I treat all of my toys nicely."
Shifting from under Shizuo, Izaya sat in between the blonde's legs as the shower continued to soak the both of them completely. Moving forward, Izaya placed a hand on the blonde's toned chest and moved his face towards the other's. "Don't worry, I promise to treat you nicely, Shizu-chan. And to prove that, why don't I help you with that little... or should I say big problem you've got there, ne?"
Using the hand that wasn't touching the debt collector's torso, the informant brought his other to grab the hard member in front of him with slow, long movements with his experienced hand. Immediately, Shizuo's breath hitched and he bit back a shameful moan. Blood rushed to his face and he absentmindedly bucked his hips into the informant's hand.
"Awh, Shizu-chan is so cute when he blushes~" Izaya said, earning an icy glare from Shizuo despite his body temperature rising with each second.
"Why is Shizu-chan scowling at me like that? It ruins the whole 'cute' thing!" Izaya whined before pressing his lips to Shizuo's.
Gently massaging the debt collector's lips, Izaya continued to pump the member in his hand with slow, teasing movements. When his hand reached the top of Shizuo's cock, Izaya used his thumb to tease the slit, causing the blonde to gasp into the informant's awaiting mouth.
Without permission, the raven slid his tongue into the other's mouth. As his tongue began to wander around the blonde's warm crevice, Izaya was surprised when he felt Shizuo's tongue make a move to dominant the informant's easily. Shizuo brought his other hand up to pinch and play with the other's nipples.
Izaya gasped. "Mmm… Shizu-chan—ahh!"
Shizuo moved to take the other's growing erection into his larger hand. Moaning wantonly into the kiss, the informant almost stopped all actions.
Unlike Izaya's slow, even movements, the blonde's were much faster and inconsistent. Though he found it rather weird, Izaya also found the other's ministrations strangely arousing. And soon enough, his cock was fully erect and whimpering just waiting to be released.
As both tongues continued to move and clash against one another, the raven broke away panting for air. Quickly, Shizuo moved to close the space between their lips and nibbled on Izaya's lower lip. With his tongue, he dragged it across the informant's kiss-swollen lips then moved to do the same to the upper one.
Using one hand to balance himself as the other pumped Shizuo's needy length, Izaya found himself moving up to meet the debt collector's hand greedily.
"F-Fuck… Sh-Shizuo—nngghh…" Shizuo forced his tongue back into the informant's mouth. Though he would regret it later, just like everything else he did on impulse, Shizuo didn't care anymore.
All he did care about, though, was getting rid of his painful erection. Fast.
Quickly pulling away, Izaya purred seductively against the blonde's panting lips.
"Hey, Shizu-chan, I have an idea…" He trailed off, panting as he shifted. Taking the hand that was pumping him, Izaya guided Shizuo's hand between his lithe legs towards his wet entrance. "But first, you have to prepare me."
... I'm too young to be writing/reading this kinda thing /Welp. I'm in highschool though so... eh lol. I suck at smut so bad, /smashes head against keyboard ;AAA;
Since a lot of people suggested me making Shizuo and Izaya switch places (which is a really good idea), next chapter will feature both Shizaya and Izuo. Kekeke :3 This is kind of a warning in case people are strongly against Izaya topping.
Thanks for all the feedback and I never knew this would get so many reviews, lol. So please, review? After getting this many, I kinda have eyes set on getting a lot OTL /slapped.
Sorry about the mistakes!