Fun at the Warehouse

It was a chilly night in Ikebukuro. The red lit moon peered over the crowd of people that were hastily trying to find their way out of the thick, gray mist that covered the streets. Not even the bright city lights could serve as guides for the Ikebukuro residents, well, all expect for one. Izaya Orihara. His fur cuffed hood and sleeves swayed as he strutted around a street lamp. He had just gotten off the phone with one of his clients and was ready to head home when a red car came swirling past him.

"IIZZAAYAAA!"

Shit.

Shizuo's a few feet away trying to free a stop sign from the concrete underneath it. He pulls on it almost effortlessly and holds it in between his thumb and index finger in his right hand. His eyebrows arch, his waist twists to the right, his arm follows and within seconds, the sign flies after an already fleeing Izaya.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Ha-ha! You think I'm gonna stick around and risk getting hit?"

"Hmph!"

Izaya has no idea where he's going, but he's sure as hell hauling ass. Shizuo's on his trail, flinging whatever he can at him and missing.

They turn here and there and eventually end up near a warehouse that appears to be close to a shipping dock. There's nowhere left to run and Izaya knows it. He reaches in his coat pocket, pulls out his weapon and faces Shizuo.

SMACK~

Shizuo had ripped off a metal door from a tractor and knocked Izaya out.

Hours later….

When Izaya comes to, he finds himself chained by the arms to a hook hanging from the ceiling of the warehouse. His pounding head is riddled with a stream of dried blood, his feet are an inch shy from the floor and his coordination is shot. It took a couple of minutes for his vision to come back and when it finally did, he saw Shizuo standing near a light switch, with his left hand in his pocket and a half smoked cigarette lazily hanging in between his lips.

He flicks the light switch on, pulls his right hand over his face and retracts the cigarette from his mouth. There's only one working light bulb and it just so happens to be located above Izaya. It flickers a few times before it settles to a dim, yellow light.

"This- this can't be happening." Izaya pulls on the chains. Damn.

Shizuo stop before Izaya and removes his shades. He leans in a little closer, puts his left hand on the right side of Izaya's face and smiles. He unzips Izaya's coat, rips his blood stained black shirt in half and takes a long puff from his cigarette.

Tssss~

"Unph!" Shizuo twists his cigarette on Izaya's chest until the last of the embers loose their red-orange glow. A surge of pain and pleasure force Izaya's body to twitch.

"Figures you'd be into shit like this."

"I could say the same for you, Shizu-chan."

Irritation takes over Shizuo as images from what happened last week on the skyscraper flood his mind. His body tenses up as he remembers how good Izaya's body felt against his, how his hips and hands massaged his cock. And for what? He was so close to cumming, but that damn bastard ruined it. All that excitement and lust left with Izaya the moment he jumped off the building. Now it's payback time.

Shizuo shakes his head to rid himself from the incident. He makes a fist and lands a solid right hook on Izaya's gut. His left follows and connects with Izaya's nose. Blood begins to trickle down to the floor. Izaya's head drops as a soft grunt escapes his ruby tainted mouth.

Izaya hangs still for a minute. Shizuo decides it's time to head out. Torturing Izaya for what he had done to him a few days back while he's out cold doesn't sound like much fun.

He turns his back on Izaya and lets out a heavy siiiigh.He lifts his right leg a couple of centimeters forward when he feels a pair of scrawny legs wrap around his arms and waist. The legs press harder, immobilizing Shizuo.

"Now, where do you think you're going? Hmmmm?" The shrill whisper weakens Shizuo.

Izaya's warm wet tongue begins to tickle Shizuo's extended neck. He gradually licks up, gently pressing the hard tip of his tongue behind Shizuo's ear before he pulls away. He continues to do it over and over and over again until his teeth bite down on the ear he's been teasing. Shizuo tilts his head, matches his lips with Izaya's and begins to kiss him.

Their mouths open slightly at first, allowing a narrow space for their tongues to meet and dance around. A string of saliva stretches as they pull away from each other. They stop, take a deep breath and kiss harder.

Izaya's hips begin to move. He kicks off his shoes and starts to use his feet on Shizuo's bulge.

This sends Shizuo over the edge. He frees himself from Izaya's grasp and puts himself in front of him. Izaya's pants fall to the floor.

Shizuo twists the chain Izaya is dangling from around his right arm and tugs. The ceiling breaks, releasing the hook the chain was attached to and flinging the lovers to the floor.

Shizuo props himself on all fours over Izaya. Their lips haven't departed and by the way things are going, they aren't going to anytime soon. Izaya's arms find comfort around Shizuo's neck. Seconds later, Shizuo hides his right hand in the small front opening of Izaya's boxers.

The warmth of his hands sends Izaya's head to the side. Shizuo begins to explore the exposed neck with his tongue, lightly tracing the veins up and down.

Suckle~

"Unph…"

The throbbing muscle in Shizuo's hand gets bigger. He scoots down, his tongue still tracing the flesh above Izaya's hard cock. He pulls down Izaya's boxers, looks up to him, and then buries his head between Izaya's legs. Shizuo parts his lips wide enough to welcome the head in his moist mouth. He pulls away slowly, opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and moves slowly down the shaft. His right hand begins to jerk. He moves faster.

"A-aah…Shh-shizu-.."

Shizuo thought about stopping, but he couldn't. The way Izaya responded to every lick, suckle, and jerk made him want to keep going. So he does.

Izaya's breath quickens. His head turns to the left, his eyes close, his hands clutch at the chains around his wrists.

"Mmmm.. uh!" In a matter of seconds, he finds himself swallowing Izaya's milk.

He gets up, wipes his mouth clean and replicates Izaya's signature smirk. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it and turns. He takes one last look at the shuddering, exposed body laying before him before he walks out.