ey guys! Now, updates will be coming faster-I got over my writer's block (which was bad this time around!) and must say another reason I was so late in updating was...Skyrim. Y'know how that is. I wanted to get it up quickly so forgive/feel free to point out any typos, and I shall edit them:D
Here we go; another alt. char installation! And I didn't /plan/ on and DelIzaya, but if it happens, know that it shall be resolved eventually, I promise~
Izaya Orihara walked into his room and flopped down on his bed. What an exhausting night it had been! Going out, dancing, and then meeting up with the monster? What fun!
Izaya closed his eyes as he lay down on his bed, mind still reeling with the excitement of the night. Heh, it was funny, he could almost swear he heard pounding at the door. Wait a minute. That was pounding at the door! He heard the angry voice of one of the Heiwajima men at the door.
"Hey, you bastards! What've you done with my brother?"
Make that Delic, then. Tsukishima's older brother was extremely protective of him—rather like an animal. All of the Heiwajimas seemed to possess certain Neanderthal-esque qualities, actually. None were quite as physically strong as Izaya's monster, of course, but all were above human. He had yet to see from the youngest, though he had heard accounts from certain citygoers—Izaya was an info broker, after all. He decided to have a little fun with Delic first though.
What Izaya had said to Shizuo about the two having hooked up in the past was no lie; back in high school and for a few years after that, Izaya and Delic had been a type of non-friends with benefits. Izaya was a great lay for someone with a libido like Delic's, and Delic wasn't bad himself—Izaya refused to believe his desire to sleep with the man had anything to do with his shockingly similar looks and voice of Shizuo, whom Izaya hated.
So Izaya strolled to his doorway and opened up, barely dodging the fist that was still intend on knocking angrily. The anger in the man's pink eyes was suppressed upon hazing down at Izaya.
"Izaya, I—" Izaya shushed him and wrapped two fingers around his tie, pulling him down slightly closer.
"Now why on Earth would you be pounding on my door at such an hour, Delic?" Izaya lowered his voice to a whisper, bringing his other hand up to stroke the man's face softly. "Perhaps you...missed me?" Izaya leaned closer and breathed in the smell of Delic—quite frankly, he smelled like sex. Like cinnamon and expensive cologne, champagne and strawberries...intoxicating. Izaya wasn't fazed, though. He was here for three possible reasons: info on the Heiwajimas, a possible roll in the sack, and to mess with Shizu-chan.
Izaya brought his lips forward and met Delic's, eyes closing as he drank in the taste of the other man, all of the other's anger apparently forgotten for the moment. There was most certainly a reason seemingly everyone in Ikebukuro was in love with him. He was a good kisser—damn, okay. Even Izaya (who was by no means less than amazing himself) had to admit this man possessed a skill in seduction. His velvety tongue curled to Izaya's, and his lips moved with a skill that couldn't be natural. Izaya had to catch himself to keep from moaning; he had no intention of being the one to succumb to pleasure. He redoubled his efforts, moving his hands through the blonde's hair, pulling ever-so-slightly as they maneuvered from the doorway into the apartment. Izaya opened his eyes only to find a challenge issued in the magenta staring back at him.
Without warning the two pulled apart, both breathing heavily and wearing nearly identical smirks, two masters of seduction that were battling in a realm of their own.
"Missed you, huh? Seems the other way around to me." Delic said as he gave that sexy smile of his.
"Still working around, I see. I don't suppose all—well, any, actually, of your clients are as skilled as I happen to be." Izaya suddenly stepped out of the way of an incoming fist as Shizuo, who had been standing in the doorway with an expression of shock on his face, had sprung into action. Of course Izaya had noticed him, and was rather glad that the protozoan had noticed him.
Shizuo jumped on top of Izaya while he was lost in his thoughts, and now the two were on the floor.
"You fucking flea!" he growled. "I'm going to kill you—and you stay away from my family, bastard!" the bartender's hands were digging painfully into his shoulders, but all Izaya could do was laugh in his face.
"Ne, Shizu-chan, so nice of you to drop by! Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around...assuming I would ever get together with a monster like you, that is~" the blonde blushed crimson and dropped his face in an attempt to hide it before shoving off the man roughly. He got up, and walked out the door, yelling to Delic as he did so.
"I'm waiting here. Figure out if he's here and meet me out in five minutes, bastard." Delic looked out after Shizuo, and them raised an eyebrow at Izaya and whistled a note.
"I didn't know you guys had anything going on. When'd that start?" Izaya stood up and brushed his clothing off before staring straight at the other man.
"I have not nor will I ever engage in sexual relations—or any relations, for that matter, with that protozoan."
"Tch, you guys want to bone so badly I could've cut the sexual tension in here with a knife. Just give it up already," the man stuck his hand in his pocket while Izaya crossed his arms.
"Don't be ridiculous. Now, why in the world did you come to my house at this hour of the morning? I know I'm irresistible, but still." Hadn't the man said something about Tsuki? But why would he come here?
Delic ran a hand through his hair. "Well, your house has this nifty habit of being on Tsuki's mail route. So since he didn't come home tonight or answer his phone, this was the first place we decided to check on his route. He has a bit of a—"
"Terrible sense of direction, I know, Delic-nii-chan." Well, would you look at that! Sure enough, the youngest Heiwajima stepped out of a door, wrapping his scarf around his neck. He looked down at the floor, low voice mumbling as he began to speak.
"I, uh, was delivering a package here when I got some tea on my shirt, and Roppi-san offered to wash it, so I stayed here, and then my phone died, and I figured you guys were out anyway, so I was just going to come home whenever, so...yep."
Tsuki looked up from the floor at Delic, and Izaya noticed a few things astray; the bottom button of his vest was undone, one of his socks was rolled up over his pant leg, and his hair was slightly messier than was stylish. Could Roppi have...?
Izaya resisted the urge to grin from ear to ear, but still fully intended to ask Roppi about it later. He knew about the man's rather kinky bedroom tastes, but couldn't imagine him being interested or even tolerating the innocent, blushing, obviously-virgin man before him. Conversely, he couldn't picture this crimson-eyed Shizu-clone involved in anything risqué at all—in other words, it sounded like something interesting. What a fun night this was turning out to be!
Delic looked over at Izaya and gave a half-smile and small shrug.
"I guess that's that, then. You'll have to excuse me from barging into your house at three in the morning, but hey, you probably deserved it for something—I'll just play karma for the night, then." before Izaya could utter a word of protest, Delic winked and he and Tsukishima were walking out the door.