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?

"Ah! There you are!" Tom waved his hand from his spot on the edge of the large water fountain.

The sun was shining happily and the male sat next to a group of chatting teens. There was a light breeze and Tom watched as Shizuo made his way over to him hurriedly. Closing his phone with one hand, Tom stood up and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Haha, I was just about to call you."

"Sorry, Tom-san" Shizuo skipped greeting the older male and immediately apologized, bowing frantically. The blonde stopped, his eyes were closed and his tense body was still bent in a bow.

After his romp with a certain informant, he had lost track of time. To make matters worse, after they were 'finished,' Shizuo had a terribly hard time trying to kick out the flea. The stupid little vermin insisted on staying and hanging around the blonde's apartment until he got back from work like an old time housewife.

Not only that, when the tall blonde tried to get out of the shower, there was a terribly strong pain that shot from his lower regions. It sent a strain-filled shudder through him. Embarrassingly enough, he ended up stumbling out of the bathroom groaning. Practically tripping into the hallway after exiting the steamy bathroom.

Still bowing, he began to ache once more.

Shizuo blushed, memories of what caused his pain quickly filling his mind. "I'm so sorry for being late—!"

Soon, there was a friendly hand on his broad shoulder.

Cracking his caramel eyes open, Shizuo looked up at his smiling boss. "No problem. But if you were going to come late, you could've called me or something. I've been waiting here for over an hour and let me tell you, there are some pretty weird people here early in the morning."

He patted Shizuo's shoulder, chuckling, and waited for him to straighten himself before moving his hand away to continue, a small chuckle falling from his lips once more. "Haha, why so late, anyway?"

Shizuo, though grateful Tom did not seem the least bit angry, was inwardly panicking. While honesty was always the best policy, that Shizuo did his best to follow no matter what, there were some things in the world that were made to be left unsaid.

When Tom noticed Shizuo's silence, pink face, and deer-caught-in-headlights expression, he dropped his smile and stared at the blonde curiously.

How strange.

"Shizuo?" Tom waved a hand in front of the blonde's face. After a few waves of his hand, Shizuo blinked his eyes as if breaking out of a strong trance.

Bringing a hand up to rub the back of his neck, that had become incredibly itchy all of a sudden, Shizuo stuttered out a weak reply. "Wh-What was the q-question?"

"Why are you so late?" Tom said, unsure if it was best to repeat himself.

Quickly, he regretted asking when more silence drifted its way into their conversation. But before Tom had the chance to take it back, Shizuo decided to speak up.

"Unexpected company came over and didn't want to leave." Shizuo said, his mood and facial expression changing almost instantly. His once panicked eyes were soon consumed by an angry fire and his voice became low.

Tom chuckled once more. Even though a mad Shizuo always lead to trouble, at least he knew the blonde was himself.

Bringing a wrist up to check the time, Tom sighed. "The guy we were suppose to talk to already left his house so we'll just have to wait and find him later. We could always go find him, but considering where he works, it might be a bad idea."

"What do you mean?"

"He works at a daycare so if you two end up getting into a fight, who knows what'll happen to the kids he works with." Tom sighed, causing Shizuo to feel guilty.

That feeling was quickly covered up and taken over by anger towards a certain informant. It was his fault, not Shizuo's. The blonde did nothing but attempt to get ready for work, like he did every day, when Izaya just had to pop up in his shower.

As strange as it was, having a naked Izaya in his apartment, Shizuo still had yet to figure out how in the world he got in. It made sense that an informant would know where he lived, but that still did not explain how he entered without the blonde knowing.

Crafty bastard.

"Oh, Shizu-chaaaan~!"

Speak of the devil.

Turning around, fists clenching and unclenching, Izaya threw his arms around Shizuo's neck. This caused a few heads to turn and Tom's eyes to widen slightly.

"You fucking flea! What are you doing—?"

"I missed you so much~!" Izaya's grip on the blonde tightened when said blonde began to resist. With his hands in between their chests, Shizuo tried pushing the raven off. Unfortunately for him, Izaya was stronger than he let on.

"Let g-go of me!" Shizuo stuttered as he began to use more force. Though it wasn't a lot for someone like him, it was still enough to become concerning.

"But remember?" Suddenly, Izaya's voice dropped into a whisper. His voice was quiet, but still loud enough to find it's way to Shizuo's reluctant ears. "I won our little game and you are mine. You even promised to play by the rules—"

"Fuck off." Stopping all movement, Shizuo glared down at Izaya.

"You promised to play by my rules and I won you fair and square."

"So what?" The debt collector spat back in a loud whisper of his own.

"You want to break your promise? Now what kind of man does that?" Ruby and caramel eyes met. Izaya's eyes twinkling knowingly and mischievously as Shizuo's stared back in an angry glare.

Izaya had him cornered.

This left a bitter taste in the blonde's mouth and he shoved the informant off with one hard shove.

Instead of falling onto his slightly aching arse, he caught himself. Only stumbling back on his feet a little.

"Ahem. Since I see you two are… in the middle of something, I guess I'll just leave now." Both Izaya and Shizuo turned their heads to look at Tom who was already walking away, an uncertani smile on his face.

Just like many others, Tom knew very well what happened when the raven and blonde encountered one another. He knew of the chaos and damage that resulted in the two being around each other. And judging by the way people started to back off, a few running across the street to get as far away as possible, it was practically common sense that the two did not get along.

With a bright smile, Izaya waved. There was a mocking, yet playful tone in pale raven's voice that made Shizuo's temper boil slightly. "Bye, bye, Tom-kuuuun~!"

Immediately after Tom disappeared into the busy hustle and bustle of Ikebukuro across the street, Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrist and tugged sharply.

"We need to talk. Now." Shizuo even surprised himself when he did not end up snapping the flea's thin wrist in his large hand.

"Anything for my Shizu-chan~"

The hand around his pale wrist tightened and Izaya smirked.

Shizuo punched the wall next to Izaya's head in frustration.

Not even flinching or blinking, Izaya yawned sarcastically. The mocking gesture was absolutely infuriating, making Shizuo's already boiling temper sky rocket and flare dangerously. "Why the fuck did you follow me?"

"For your information, Shizu-chan, I did not follow you." He stopped, his evil smirk returning.

As the two, deep within the alley, went completely unnoticed, scarlet orbs twinkled in amusement as Izaya stuffed his pale hands into the pockets of his trademark jacket. "I just so happened to see you walking and go the same way as you."

Shizuo stared.

"For all you know, I could've been on a way to a meeting!"

Moving his abused fist off the brick wall, the blonde took a step back and inhaled deeply. His body was tense and he felt a massive headache coming on. It was way too early to have to deal with the flea.

For a second, he wondered just how his parents put up with him. His musing was quickly interrupted by Izaya's voice that grated Shizuo's ears.

"Come on, Shizu-chan, you've got to relax~" Despite the playful twinkles in Izaya's ruby orbs, his voice was slurred dangerously.

Lifting a hand, Izaya extended a finger to trace imaginary lines up, down, and sideways along the debt collector's cloth-covered chest. "You're so stiff! Why don't we go back to your place, ne? From what I heard, you don't have to be at work right now~"

When Izaya brought a hand up to cup Shizuo's face, he was angrily swatted away. Shaking his hand, he snickered quietly. Oh how he loved the blonde's reactions. Izaya just couldn't get enough of them!

"Don't touch me." Shizuo spat his words out angrily, digusted.

"Funny, you weren't like this this morning." Shizuo scowled immediately.

The debt collector thoroughly regretted his actions and if given the chance, he would have went back in time to make sure he left before anything happened. Because damnit, things between them became a whole lot worse. Just a few days ago, they fought and left Ikebukuro a mess; the streets missing lights and stop signs, with vending machines everywhere.

The two wanted nothing to do with each other and both made it apparent.

Shizuo proved his hatred with the havoc he left in his quake.

And Izaya proved it with every little cut he left on Shizuo's body.

They couldn't stand one another and all of Tokyo knew it. So why did Izaya start the so called 'game' he dragged Shizuo into?

Why?

It made no sense at all.

"Oh, come on, Shizu-chan~!" Izaya pressed himself against Shizuo; his thin frame contrasting against the other's muscular build. As black fabric-covered arms wrapped around Shizuo's neck, the informant playfully lifted a lithe leg to wrap around Shizuo's waist; causing the blonde's face to change into a dark red when their crotches brushed against one another.

With their lips only inches apart, playfully, the raven haired pouted mockingly. "Why are you being so cold to me? You were loving my touch earlier, so why are you acting like you don't now, ne?"

"What are you talking about?" Shizuo hissed vehemently.

"Like you don't know! Just this morning, I had you writhing and moaning under me!" Izaya's words flowed from his mouth clearly and blatantly, making Shizuo rather anxious. What if someone heard and walked into the alley they were in, catching them in such an awkward position?

Izaya snickered. "Who knew the great Heiwajima Shizuo was also a great bottom? I mean the faces you made… I'm getting horny just thinking about it!"

"Fuck you!"

"In an ally during the day? Oh, how kinky of you, Shizu-chan~" Izaya purred, tilting his face upwards towards Shizuo's, his every word making his lips brush teasingly against the latter's.

Doing this just for the blonde's reactions, the raven was left disappointed when all he got in return was a fiery glare from the debt collector. Why wasn't he doing or saying anything? And normally, he would've pushed Izaya away and storm off angrily, probably beating up an innocent passerby. But he didn't.

'How strange…' He pondered a few things in his head before dissmissing his train of thought. 'I've never been able to predict this man, so trying to is futile.'

In a shockingly calm tone, Shizuo spoke with his eye brows furrowed. "Please, leave me alone and never step foot in Ikebukuro ever again. I don't want part of whatever sick, perverted game you've got here, and I am not yours. I am not a prize to be won, got it?"

Izaya 'tsk'd' mockingly. "Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan, you are a prize, and sorry to say this, but that's not how this game works."

His tone was condescending and it made Shizuo's eye brow twitch, feeling on edge and vexed. He was so close to grabbing Izaya by his pale, little neck and throwing him against the brick wall behind him. But he inhaled deeply and remained calm.

"I won, and I want my prize. And my prize is you, of course, as lame as it sounds." Izaya moved his hips against Shizuo's, catching the latter off guard and making the tall male's breath hitch. "So just admit you've lost already—"

"Like Hell I will. I—"

"Let's put it this way," Izaya cut in sharply, surprising Shizuo with the lack of playfulness his voice always seemed to possess.

"I know you a lot, Shizu-chan. Despite you being one of the only beings whose actions I cannot predict, I know for a fact you love your little brother, the wonderful Hanejima Yuuhei. Am I correct?"

Danger raced through Shizuo's veins, making his body heat up at the mention of his brother. There was an uncomfortable turning in his stomach and he started to worry. What was the he planning now?

Izaya caught sight of the blonde's concern and continued.

"And being the informant that I am, I have information on everyone—I can obtain one's weekly schedule and find them if I wanted to. With the connections I have, I can even get my hands on a certain little actor's schedule." There was a twisted, amused tone in Izaya's voice and there was no fear in his being.

He knew very well how touchy Shizuo was when it came to his brother, from past experiences in high school, he learned speaking badly of the younger Heiwajima resulted in an angry Shizuo. But even so, Izaya spoke, his every word pushing Shizuo's sensitive buttons without the slightest hesitation.

He always did that in high school, so why stop just because they were older?

"Don't you dare go near Kasuka, you sick flea." Shizuo growled angrily.

Suddenly, Izaya had a strong hand around his neck, holding him a foot or two off the ground. He couldn't really tell since all he was able to do was laugh as he lifted a hand to hold onto Shizuo's strong arm, preventing himself from choking.

"Oh? And what are you going to do?" Izaya reached into his pocket, grabbed his flickblade, and pointed it at Shizuo's chest. With the sharp tip pointing over the debt collector's heart, Izaya continued.

"It's either you or your dearest brother." He paused, his breathing becoming harsh with the lack of air he was taking in.

The two stared each other down in silence.

Shizuo scowled angrily, his grip tightening dangerously as Izaya smirked devilishly. Both knew Shizuo was cornered and it gave Izaya a sense of power he absolutely loved.

"So, what's it going to be, Shizuo?"

For a moment, Shizuo contemplated snapping the flea's neck in half. He had the strength to, along with dozens and dozens of reason to, so why not?

The informant deserved it and he'd be doing all of Tokyo—All of Japan a favor by getting rid of him!

"Well?"

But still, for some strange reason, he just could not bring himself to do it.

Loosening his grip, he let Izaya go, the blonde's head hanging in shame.

Falling onto his feet, the raven haired stumbled back a little, dropping his knife, leaning against the brick wall of the building behind him as he tried catching his breath.

"Fine. You win. Just stay the fuck away from Kasuka." Shizuo gave Izaya one last, cold, glare before storming off. Leaving behind a satisfied and snickering informant to plan, scheme, and mock the blonde's impulsiveness, Izaya picked up his knife and smirked.

"If you're this pissed off, Shizu-chan, I wonder what you'll be like when you realize I have absolutely no connections to little Kasuka-chan."His sadistic laughter echoed throughout the ally.

"This is great! Haha! Better go get things ready for tonight, Shizu-chan~"

A/N: HEY HEY READERS, HEY HEY READERS~ To make things easier for me, if you review, can you please tell me what you'd like to see happen; Shizaya or Izuo? Or both. *cough* I'll be sure to mention if a chapter will contain Shizaya or Izuo since some readers aren't into the whole Izaya topping Shizuo thing.

So anyway, review? :3

Sorry for the mistakes!