Authors Note: Wow guys. Long time no see. I've gotten older, my writing has changed, and I think I've just gotten more mature as a person. I hope that makes my writing better! Hope that you guys enjoy me continuing this. I felt bad when I saw y'all reviewing when I wasn't even updating! :D

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Even if the apartment burst into flames right at that very second, Izaya doubted that he would even notice. If the television exploded, Izaya wouldn't even see it. If the city had an earthquake, he wouldn't even feel it. Izaya only had his eyes and ears for Heiwajima Shizuo. If Shizuo would let him steal a bit of his time, he would definitely return it in favour.

Inside, a sick and twisted part of him cackled gleefully as he watched Shizuo swallowed and blushed. The normal part of Izaya blushed as well, and grew embarrassed as Shizuo's Adam's apple bobbed once more as he swallowed once more. He could literally see the gears turning in that blonde head.

-What the hell is he saying? Izaya is such a gross homo. I regret coming over. This is disgusting-

Which was probably what he was thinking at the moment.

Izaya deflated as reality kicked in and he looked away. Shizuo was silent for what seemed to be minutes. Finally, Izaya came to a resolution.

Carpe Diem, baby. Izaya was going to live this day to it's fullest, even if that meant giving someone who hated him a blowjob, and forcing himself onto him. He swallowed, and lifted his eyes. Shizuo was still transfixed on a point that Izaya was unable to identify.

Unfortunately, Izaya couldn't get what he wanted. What he wanted was Shizuo to throw him roughly back onto the sofa, to tear off the clothes he was wearing and to fuck him senseless until he couldn't remember his own name.

But what he could get was this.

With his heart pounding in his ears, and his pulse rocketing, he broke the balance of silence and acknowledgement. He tipped the scales.

Izaya grabbed Shizuo's wrist and pulled him towards the sofa. Startled, Heiwajima had no time to react. Despite his unease, Izaya licked his lips deviously and got up off the sofa, and dropped to his knees, between Shizuo's.

"W-what?" Shizuo stuttered.

"Hush." Izaya brought his finger to his lips, had a sudden inspiration, and gave the cut a small lick. That would definitely get him hard.

And getting Shizuo hard was a good idea, because Izaya really had to do something about the rock growing between his legs.