On waking, he didn't open his eyes. He let his senses wander to the feel of the short layers of hair tickling his nose, and the smell of the neck just under it, which had been anointed just enough to not smell overwhelmingly like cigarette smoke. His waist felt a point of pressure punctuating a line of what was otherwise a gentle though unforgiving curve. With his own arm hooked lazily over a steadily expanding and deflating cage of bare flesh, fingers able to trace the lines of the man's chest.
He opened his eyes and was nearly blinded by the sliver of light that fell on the blonde head. He turned his face into his pillow to ease his eyes into their task. His fingers lazily explored the hair, how it stuck up around the cotton tied there. He'd done that just to see if he could, whispering words somewhere between boasting and self-deprecation.
…
"No one can blame you for relaxing and enjoying me. Everyone knows I'm evil, and everyone knows I'm inescapable. You can only blame me. You know that once you've caught my eye, you're mine." He'd said drawing the blindfold tight "You don't need to look at me. You don't have to feel that disgust you tell me about every time I catch you. Through me you can have whomever you want, and I get you."
Shizuo, kneeling, with his knees apart and ankles bound, on Orihara's bed, bent backwards to be blindfold to face with his captor. "Is monologing really more fun than kissing me?" He had a smirk that seemed to say he thought he was in charge… that was easily fixed.
Sliding his hands up the man's back before the strain could overcome him, Izaya took Shizuo's bottom lip between his teeth. Feeling Shizuo's teeth do the same he got annoyed, pulling away "shh… you need to be told your place… and I need to know that you remember those words, the ones that end the game."
Shizuo blushed lightly, and why wouldn't he…the words were so random, but sobering to the both of them. Of course they were, that's why Izaya had picked them. "P-pr…" Shizuo stammered, but felt a finger on his lips.
"You remember the words. But silly Shizu-chan forgot that that's not how we begin this."
…
The memory, still vivid enough that it could be almost relived, made him feel a strangely patient warmth spread through him sapping his strength to do anything but nuzzle the bleach blond hair… it was a thought, but so was the reason that Shizuo had been left bound, albeit loosely.
Best not to tempt fate. Not before breakfast at least.
One of Shizuo's arms had loosened itself and had brought itself around to where it could get better circulation while they slept. Izaya had been careful, if the knots used would have tightened at struggling he would have cut it long before they passed out. It would have been a waste to put in all this work just to give Shizu-chan a heart attack.
He considered guiding the arm back before the man woke. What would he do if he realized I only need such weak bindings on him, Izaya thought, He'd give me a challenge, leaving him be, he got showered and dressed, glancing over occasionally, part of him unable to believe that even Shizuo looked peaceful in sleep.
All these new emotions he got to see…
…
Trembling, shaking, whining.
It would have been the perfect reaction, except that it wasn't aimed at him. None of it. It wasn't trembling in pleasure or anticipation, it was fear. Shaking with uncertainty. Whining escaping as stress built up at the knowledge that he wasn't supposed to be afraid, not in front of this person.
Izaya's palm stung. At least the shock had stopped the shaking for a moment. "Stop ignoring me" he said to the vulnerable force of nature.
"I'm… I'm not…"
"Oh really? I could be about to do anything right now, for all you know, I might be about to sacrifice you to the lords of hell, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, and Yet you sit there worrying that you're going to crush me like a little flower."
"That's… awfully specific…"
"shut up. Shizuo, you've tried to kill me every time we met for how many years now? And here I… well… kneel… If you can't get me when you want to, what makes you think I'll let you kill me by accident."
"It's just… I've always worried."
"Acknowledge me. Shizuo. I'm not a flea. I'm not a flower. You can't crush me. Stop making me small and inhuman so that you can destroy me. Acknowledge me. I am strong enough that you don't need to hold back. "
"I… I can't"
"Rude, in that case I'll just have to make you relax, muscle by muscle, before I do anything more fun to you." He whispered, pushing the man in the back with a needlessly dramatic flick of the wrists, gratified at the way the muscles unknotted ever so slightly under his fingers.
The Challenge… to make the peaceful island of silence live up to his name… and then drag him out of it… armed with rope and, dextrous fingers itching to explore the other man, Izaya set to work.
…
He'd been right. This was the best way to keep sincere little Shizu-chan from being trouble. Or at least the most enjoyable way. Seeing him vulnerable like this was almost as attractive as pulling those sounds he was so embarrassed about out of him.
Izaya sprawled in an armchair at the other end of the room poring over a pile of papers. There were worse ways to spend the time than waiting for the beautiful man in your bed to wake up, and abridging reports that you'd need to send to the Yakuza… At least it was an interesting life. Though… he wasn't getting very far. Every time he'd hear a noise his mind would trail away to that voice.
…
"IZAYA-KUN!" the man moaned at such a volume that the neighbours must have thought that something was going to be thrown through the wall… again.
Izaya sat back, frozen at hearing his own name said so… enthusiastically. He laughed forcibly, harshly, thanking gods that he did not believe in for the foresight to deprive the man of sight. "Stupid Shizu-chan, I give you the opportunity to see me as anyone else and you don't take it."
"Moron, if you were anyone else I'd be afraid."
…
He heard grumblings and movement as Shizuo tried to roll over and was instantly aware of his position. Terrified for a split second before the memories of last night came back with the wave of redness that rushed to his cheeks. Shizuo wore his heart, not so much on his sleeve as several feet from his body, and it never ceased to amuse. "Good morning, Shizu-chan? Sleep well?" Izaya piped up cheerfully, hopping to his feet and bending down at the side of the bed to be closer to the now conscious, thoroughly bound man.
"I've slept better. Would have done better if I'd been untied, Izaya-Kun." Shizuo said through clenched teeth greeting Izaya's excitement with anger as per usual. "untie me, Izaya-kun"
"It's just rope. Break it. Or would you rather the intimacy of me undoing the motions of last night so you can relive it all in your imagination."
…
Guiding the blindfold's knot open slowly, Izaya pressed light kisses to the nape of Shizuo's neck, murmuring faint praise. "You did well... I didn't know you could give in like that…" He moved down to the arms, loosening knot after knot before noticing the tenseness that returned with each movement of the rope. "What's wrong? Use your words."
"Don't… don't untie me…" His flushed cheeks screwed themselves up into a desperate attempt at a smirk "I didn't end this thing yet"
"Shizuo, If you fall asleep tied up, your circulation will…"
His voice dropped the attempt at joking and he looked at the ceiling as if it might hold the answer "I don't know how I'll feel about you in the morning. If I wake up before you… I might…"
"Oh understood… in that case…" he fiddled with the knots. Loosening some, repositioning others "Try to move… Okay now try to escape… See, I won't ever let you hurt me."
…
"If I could break it, or escape from it, I would have last night…" Shizuo said, only to be greeted by a raised eyebrow and a pointed glance at Shizuo's free hand. "Oh… What? That's not… How…"
"You think I trust rope, or elastic, or metal to keep you?" Izaya laughed, and when he'd quieted down, looked Shizuo straight in the eye and said "I'm the one binding you. I'm the one you don't want to escape."
Shizuo's rage at being played with flared, and in a moment of strength, tore the knots to shreds, getting the use of his limbs back, tried to pin Izaya to the floor. Tried is the operative word as the sheets had followed him, tangling around his waist and giving Izaya more than enough time to redirect Shizuo's movement, throwing him to the floor and pinning him instead.
"See, Shizu-chan, I win again." He said, before jumping to his feet to avoid a punch and dashing to the window. Throwing open the curtains, he gave an ironic little bow. "Catch me if you can." He said before exiting via the fire escape.
It should give him a certain amount of time, he thought as he let go of the handrail and dropped down onto the escape's level below him, and below that. It wasn't like Shizuo would lose his head so far that he'd chase after him without clothes… though Shizu-chan was always full of surprises. And if he took the time to trash the place, so be it, he'd moved anything that couldn't be replaced out of his private quarters long ago.
He ran down an alley at random and waited, it wasn't that long before he heard Shizuo, still enraged, in the distance, not quite close enough to start running again. When he knew that the trail had been caught he'd start running again… and a guardrail flew past his head… that was too close. Looking behind him he saw how flustered Shizu-chan looked, with his shirt undone and his pants wrinkled from being discarded so quickly the last night… It was amazing what this dance did to the man. More intent to destroy than he ever had been.
And that made Izaya's heart race.
Time to start running again. "I don't know exactly what people expect of this step… Do you feel powerful again?" he called over his shoulder as he scaled a chicken wire fence with barely a thought.
Shizuo tore open the fence "Enough" he snarled, pursuing despite the scratches that the formerly useful fence inflicted.
"You know," Izaya said, dodging a punch "It was really good of you to avoid me for a couple weeks after that first…" jumping over a stop sign that really wanted to be a blade "your hands left these huge purple bruises on my hips, and when I moved my legs I'd relive the whole-Honestly It's like you don't like it when I talk" he said as he threw a knife and dislodged a sign which nearly hit Shizu-chan. "anyways, I would not have been able to move like this after you…"
"Don't talk about it!"
"You want me to be your secret? I think everyone already knows…"
"THERE'S NOTHING TO KNOW" Shizuo roared, with a tremor of uncertainty, like he was trying to convince anyone who happened to be within earshot, knowing that it would fail.
"Now that's just hurtful" Izaya hadn't stopped grinning the entire time. "I'll have to explain, to all the clients who were so patient at my lack of focus, that there was really nothing."
"You were that…"
"It's amazing what people will put up with if you are an eccentric all the time."
"Why would anyone put up with you?!"
"Because I'm pretty… and I know too much." Izaya said dryly "But you know a few other reasons. I haven't lost you yet."
"You keep badgering me! How am I supposed to lose you when you won't leave?"
"Is that all it is? I've given you plenty of opportunities to do me serious damage, yet you haven't taken them."
"What? You never leave yourself open."
"Idiot Shizu-chan, your hands could break my hips to splinters. Your arms could break my back as we embraced. You say you lose control, that your want for me is just an instinct you hate, but do you really? I'm still standing. Is that really the same lack that lets you lift the world?"
"I didn't want to go to jail over you…" Shizuo forced out.
"Cause I'd want to ask the police for help? Riiiight." Izaya said, his head on one side as he headed for the mouth of a dead end alley. "No, this city will sigh in relief when I'm gone. Except for you. In some way, you see me as irreplaceable" he thought for a moment "Or at least useful. I can live with useful."
"how messed up do you have to be to want to be used?"
"Its as close to friendship as I've gotten. Well that, Shinra's support, and your obsession."
Shizuo responded with rage, and being as close to his target as he was, with their features blurring in each other's sight, he should have hit. Izaya stopped dodging and Shizuo's fist shattered the wall. A perfect shot, bungled.
The counter wasn't bungled, or blocked. Izaya's arms wrapped tightly around Shizuo's neck and lips overpowering lips, eyes widening in confusion, and closing in submission. "Accept it, you're mine, and you've never belonged to anyone else."
"… I can't… I Give in…end... endscene…" Shizuo murmured weakly causing the smirk on his lover's face to widen and eyebrows to raise. He flushed bright red, to Izaya's delight. "Pr- property damage fees"
"Enjoy your sushi" Simon said grinning the way he always grinned when dealing with sushi, as he handed platters to each of the seated guests. He handed something else to Erika, it was vaguely rectangular, with splashes of mud on it. "It made Shizuo fight. Fighting is bad. I took it away from Shizuo. Is it yours?"
Erika Karisawa looked at the thing in awe that quickly turned to glee "Yes, It is! Simon thank you! Shizuo had it? This is amazing? Like my very own…"
"Sisterhood of the travelling porn?" Yumacchi chimed in, causing Kadota to blush and shush them.
The book's cover was bent in several points, as if someone very strong reading it had clenched their fists. There were pages that had been torn out and then flattened out and put back out of order. As Erika looked through it there were reactions scrawled in the margins. And a page that had been left blank was covered in words in different hands.
"You should be more careful what kind of ideas you put in a guy's head ;) he might like them" – Izaya-chan
"You flea! I'm going to Kill you if you even think of trying!" (Unsigned)
"To Whoever wrote this,
Please stop. This isn't funny." – Tom
"I took the liberty of getting this out of … Kanra's hands before something terrible happened… I am guiltless in all this. But why do you seem to think these people more interesting to write about than Seiji?" (Unsigned)
"waaaa I can't tell if Izu-nii Orihara-kun is being seme or uke!" – Kyo
"I demand one with us and Yuuhei-chan"- San
"Really, Stop" – Setton
"Well It would make things easier if…." (unsigned)
"Not Faaaaaaair! Why does Erika-chan get the cute girl?" – Bakyuraaaaa (the script trailed away as if someone had pulled the book out of Bakyura's hand)
Kadota knew enough to dread the look that was spreading across Karisawa's face. "You do realize what this little hobby nearly caused?"
"Wonderful things!" She said, engrossed in finding all the little notes left in the margins.
"Silly me. I meant. Please tell me that this is the last any of us will hear of it."
"Hell No. I've only got more ideas now!" she had a look in her eyes that the entire group knew to tread very carefully around.
So that was not how I thought dom-Izaya would react... Now that I think about it though...