Authors Note: ayooo waddup guys. I'm back again. dutifully updating. ;) One of you did ask me to write a longer chapter, so I did. But let me explain. The past two chapters have been short because I meant for them to be sort of ~preludes~ or ~intermezzos~. anyways. enjoy.

Disclaimer: I dont' own DRRR!. or claim to.

Before Shizuo could speak, before he could even move, Izaya had pounced on him. Orihara Izaya was currently kneeling between his legs while he perched on the edge of the sofa of Orihara Izaya's home. He tried to focus, to grab the situation, but there was nothing he could do. Shizuo was rendered prostate.

And then there was the extremely distracting fact that Izaya was currently baring his teeth, and using them to slyly pull down the zipper of his jeans. The very heat rolling off Izaya warmed his already-hot crotch and he clenched his jaw. Could this man get any sexier?

Shizuo ground his teeth in an effort to keep himself from bucking into his face. He didn't know where this was going, but… what was it that Izaya had said? Steal a little time for him?

That struck a chord within him.

Humans are all beings with jam-packed schedules, and incredibly fast-paced lives. Shizuo felt that in one perspective, it was like music. Some things were rigid, like baroque and classical. You had to strictly follow the beat, no exceptions. But then there was Romantic music. Time was flexible. You could apply rubato to some parts of the pieces, speed up a little here, or slow down a little there, but you'll always return back to normal.

Shizuo sighed. In a way, musicians sure knew their own species better than anyone else.

He felt that he had some more pressing thoughts on this thought, but right then, Izaya had grasped his belt, and unbuckled it slowly.

The air was thick, hot, and tense. Shizuo wished he could call it awkward, but they both knew that it was quiet acceptance. Breaking the silence would once again, tip the balance, and create an unwanted disturbance.

They both wanted this.

Something almost snapped within Shizuo as he watched Izaya slowly slip the button out of its fastened position. What was he thinking?

This guy is such an easy prey. He has no idea that I'm going to dump him right after this. He needs to be more careful.

Or maybe…

What a loser. He's not even sexy. He needs to learn some moves and not just sit there like some limp doll.

He was almost tempted to stand up, with his unbuttoned jeans, and grab Izaya by the shoulders and shake him until he spilled everything that he wanted to know. This frustration needed to stop bubbling up within Shizuo whenever he was near Izaya. It was bloody hell, trying to figure out what the man was thinking all the time.

As usual, Izaya was averting his gaze from his, and Shizuo silently willed him to look him in the eyes, for once. As he parted Shizuo's fly, the blonde blushed furiously as Izaya took in the enormous bulge that was Shizuo's crotch.

Embarrassed, Shizuo grunted softly and slapped a hand over his mouth to hide his blush. Izaya looked up- finally!- and shot him with a boring gaze, and his red eyes darkened.

"Don't be embarrassed." Izaya breathed, and dropped his eyes once again.

A pink blush that matched Shizuo's dark one dusted his high cheekbones, and Shizuo stared.

At least I'm not the only nervous one. It makes me feel like less of a prey.

Then, Izaya slowly slipped a slender hand under the waistband of his briefs and grasped Shizuo's cock. The blonde jerked back at the sensation of Izaya's cool hand along his length.

I can't believe this is happening. Izaya's hand. On my. Cock.

Izaya prayed with his entire soul that his hands weren't shaking. He was positive that the rest of his body was.

Instead, he focused on what wasn't shaking. He grasped Shizuo's manhood firmly and pulled it gently out of its confines. It stood fully erect, and Izaya licked his lips as he studied it.

After all, this could be the last time he would ever see it.

Izaya himself started to feel a sweet heat gathering at his crotch and he closed his eyes and ran his fingers lightly along the sides of Shizuo.

"Ung-" He heard a soft moan bubble up from Shizuo's mouth as he threw his head back and nearly bucked his hips.

Mmm… so big. So velvety.

Izaya almost burst into laughter. His thoughts sounded like he was eating a steak. But this was better than steak. He licked his lips and brought his face forward. His heart pounded in his ears like the bass of a latest pop song.

Oh god. How long have I wanted to do this?

The only sounds in the room were Izaya's and Shizuo's heavy breathing.

Then, he brought his lips close to Shizuo's cock and gave it languid lick from the base to the top. Hearing another moan from Shizuo, Izaya licked the slit where pre-cum was already oozing. He lapped at the liquid like a cat and finally started to envelop the crown with mouth.

He slowly slipped his moist lips over the tip and ran his tongue over the slit a few more times, and then proceeded to move down.

"Mmmph.." Izaya moaned softly as he hollowed his cheeks and took Shizuo in deeper. As his head bobbed up and down, he closed his eyes and tried his best to not cry.

He was doing what he wanted, but he wasn't getting the satisfaction. It was like taking a sip of Coke but only to find out that the bubbles were all gone, and you were just drinking sugary water. It felt like his heart was being wrenched in two, his dick was unbearably hard in his pants, his chest was incredibly hollow, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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