Shizuo Gains Control
It's been at least two months since he last saw him. Two fucking months and the damn louse hasn't even tried to set up a petty, public fight. "Tch, whatever." The loneliness that surrounded him was becoming unbearable, but it wasn't until after he nearly destroyed his home when he figured the only thing he could do was try to figure out why Izaya started this whole affair. He's kept himself in his house almost every single day since his stay in Shinjuku and only ventures outside when he's run out of cigarettes or alcohol.
The trip from Ikebukuro to Shinjuku was quick, so he wasn't really able to figure out what he wanted to say when he got there. He had paced around for what seemed like hours outside the flea's place, occasionally looking up to see if Izaya was even there. Nothing he recited in his head made any sense, so he sought it best to leave before he wound up engaging in some freak fantasy and headed back to his place.
He unlocks the door, takes an anxious drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips and watches as the cloud of smoke explodes from his mouth and into his crappy abode. He flops on his couch and tries to fall asleep, but everything in his shitty place reminded him of the night he spent in Shinjuku. He tilts his head back, brings the last bottle of beer he owns to his lips and takes a sip. He's not drunk yet, but if the thought of Izaya's warm body against his leeches into his head again he will be. He takes another drink, looks at the bottle and chugs the rest. His arm falls to his side, allowing the bottle to fall into the pile of trash that has collected throughout the last couple of weeks.
There's a sudden knock on his door. Tom has visited a few times, and despite the late hour, Shizuo doesn't consider an alternative. Knock, knock! He picks himself off his couch, opens the door and places his right hand on the door frame to keep his visitor from seeing the condition he's been living in.
"Did you really think you could walk around in circles like a sad, little dog outside my building without me noticing?" The disgust that radiated from the words catch Shizuo off guard.
Where the hell is this coming from? Wasn't it this bastard's idea to fool around in the first place?
Izaya pushes his way inside the dark room. "Look, Shizu-chan…"
"Stop calling me that, you piece of shit."
"Well, you didn't seem to mind when you were—"
Shizuo's hand flies towards Izaya. He wraps his fingers around the collar of his shirt and lifts him from the ground. "What the fuck is going on, huh?"
Izaya doesn't say anything. He just smiles.
"Tch." Shizuo throws Izaya to the floor as hard as he can. He has his back turned on Izaya, focusing on the bottles that decorate the floor and trying to pick one out that may contain a few drops of liquid.
"There's nothing you can do that will erase what we did. You can try to puff away or drown yourself in as many bottles of awamori as you please, but you'll never forget how I made you feel."
Shizuo stops. The hands in his pocket turn into fists. "D'you want to know how you make me feel, flea?" His head slightly turns. "Angry...Annoyed…Sick… Everyday, for the past two months," he pauses and lets out a laugh. "No, actually, for as long as I've known you, I've felt sick."
"Ah." Izaya picks himself up from the floor and dusts himself off. He sticks his hands in his coat pockets and begins to walk towards Shizuo. "Really, Shizu-chan your words won't—" He's interrupted by an array of heavy fists and hate coated words.
"Fucking louse, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that!" Shizuo throws punches left and right. Izaya dodges every single blow; except for the one that lands on his gut, rendering him to his knees.
A kick to the chest pushes the information broker on his back. He lays there for a while, clutching at his pain and staring into the ceiling. Shizuo's face peers into his vision.
He's standing over Izaya. His left hand pulling on the collar of the black shirt in front of him. Izaya's mouth is glistening with blood. "I'm going to kill you." Their heads inching closer as every word escapes from the blonde's lips.
"Ahaha-haha. You can't." A small stream of blood flows down Izaya's chin. "Face it Shizu-chan, you'll never be able to kill me."
Shizuo let's go of the collar, allowing Izaya's head to fall back on the floor. "I'm so tired of your bullshit games, Izaya." He twists to the right, bends his arm at the elbow and throws a punch straight at Izaya's face. His left fist follows. Right, left, right, left, right, left. Small grunts elude from the bruised face. Shizuo doesn't stop.
Izaya's head violently turns left and right. His eyes are beginning to swell and just as he's about to close them, he catches a glimpse of his attacker's flustered face.
Shizuo's jaw is tense. His lips are pressing hard against each other. His head is low and a few yellow strands of hair almost makes it hard to see the tears he's so desperately fighting back.
Why- -why is he crying? Izaya blinks and looks again. "Sh-Shizu-.."
"Tch, die!" He pulls back his right arm and hardens his fist. Izaya shuts his eyes and forces the muscles on his face to form a smirk. If he's going to die, he might as well die with the smile that drove the brute insane.
Instead, the fist lands an inch away from his head, shattering the floor that had been hiding beneath several bottles. He lifts his hand and punches the rubble over, and over, and over again.
"Izaya..." His gaze still low. "Why?"
"Why, what?"
Shizuo clears the trash next to him and sits on the floor. His knees are close to his chest while his left hand covers his eyes."Why are you doing this to me?"
Izaya doesn't move, but begins to speak. "It's a bit arrogant of you to assume that my life revolves around you, ne? Granted I have fun making you jump through hoops, but that doesn't mean anything." He shifts his weight to his elbows and proceeds. "The way you fight against everyone I've sent after you, now that's what I'm really intrigued by. You may not be smart, Shizu-chan, but you sure can put up a fight."
Shizuo removes the hand from his face and locks his eyes on Izaya. "Fucking asshole."
"Ah, that's another story. You see, even though I'm fairly certain you aren't human, the way your body shook for me almost convinced me otherwise."
"You're telling me you had me drugged so you can see whether or not I'm a fucking human?"
"I didn't drug you." Izaya moves in closer, pointing his index finger towards Shizuo. "You took those pills out of my hand and shoved them down your throat."
"But," Shizuo hesitates before he continues, "you kissed me. Y-you fucking started this...whatever this is!"
"And what exactly did I start? Look, whatever happened on that skyscraper, in the warehouse and in my place of business is in the past. It's not like I was hoping you'd ask me to be your lover afterwards." Izaya sits straight when Shizuo drifts his attention to the wall in front of him. "What a display of human-like characteristics! I apologize if I ever led you to believe I wanted some sort of relationship with you, Shizu-chan."
Without having anything to say to the bastard taunting him, Shizuo gets up and marches towards the door. He stands there for a moment, gathers himself and softly whispers, "Get out."
Silence.
"I said ...get...out!" Fueled by an immense sense of frustration and shame, Shizuo grabs at the back of the flea's hood and pulls him up. Izaya's switchblade knife was already exposed and ready to be used. Within seconds, it was being pressed against Shizuo's neck.
The blonde trips and lands on his couch. Shit. Izaya's hovering over him, increasing the pressure of his blade against his flesh. The two begin to struggle. Shizuo manages to snatch the blade from Izaya's hand with his teeth and flings it as far away as he can.
Izaya knows he doesn't really stand a chance without his weapon, so he settles with the only ammunition he has left and plants a kiss on Shizuo's lips.
The blonde takes advantage and flips his position. He pins Izaya's arms against his couch and stares at him with wild eyes. It doesn't take long before their lips meet again, roughly pressing against each other.
Shizuo's hands slip underneath Izaya's shirt, gently massaging the skin with his fingertips. He sits Izaya up and removes his coat along with his shirt and begins to work on the flea's belt. Izaya begins to kick off his pants as Shizuo stands up and rids himself of his clothing.
Shizuo bends over, locks his hand in Izaya's hair and pulls him up. He holds him in close, drowning him in wet, passionate kisses. Izaya lowers himself to his knees and caresses Shizuo's cock with his mouth and tongue.
"Shit...a-ah..."
Izaya places on hand on Shizuo's ass, jerks the moist cock with the other and starts to suck on his balls. Pop! He continues to change his focus between the hard dick and balls until the head explodes with cum. He smears the sticky substance over Shizuo's dick. He's about to lick it clean when Shizuo pulls him back on his feet and bends him over the couch.
The blonde holds him down with one hand and lathers the other with his own spit. He singles his index finger and pushes it inside Izaya's hole. "Shizu-unph!"
Shizuo curves his hand along with Izaya's ass and continues to push his finger deeper inside. Heavy gasps are broken by a low, seductive growl. "Stop teasing and fuck me already."
The finger slowly slips out. Shizuo places his hands on Izaya's hips and repositions the body in a comfortable position before shoving himself in as deep as he can. Izaya's body immediately springs up, allowing the blonde to kiss the nape of his neck. Shizuo pulls out a little, spreads Izaya's ass with his hands and thrusts back in. Short breaths and painful moans begin to echo as the thrusts become rhythmic.
"Uhh- go faster...Shizu-chan..."
Shizuo increases the pace, but is forced to slow down. He can't believe how tight Izaya is and if he wants to make this last, he's got to be able to control himself. So instead, he pulls on his partner's hair and tilts his head enough to secure a few, hard kisses. The same hand then travels along Izaya's side, moves forward and wraps around the erected muscle.
Izaya bends down again, makes sure the bartender has enough room to continue jerking him off and starts to push himself against Shizuo. Out, in; over and over and over and over...
"F-fuck...Izaya..." His eyes squeeze shut.
"Nnn...don't stop!"
Izaya slaps the hand off his cock and begins to jerk himself off. Shizuo places the hand on Izaya's hips and holds them there with so much pressure there's no doubt he'll leave bruises.
The slapping sound that surrounds the room when both bodies slam into each other lingers as their bodies tense up. Shallow breaths beg for fresh air, but instead find themselves clinging on opposite lips. Izaya grinds his lower body into Shizuo's as they both come.
An exhausted Shizuo falls on top of Izaya. They lay there for a while before Izaya decides to break the hug. "Don't go on thinking this means anything that what it actually is."
Shizuo looks at Izaya. "And what is that?"
Izaya reaches for his clothes and begins to put them on. "Nothing."
Shizuo stands behind Izaya and spins him around. "Yeah, right." His hands crawl over the broker's cheeks and forces his lips against Izaya's.
"I'm serious, Shizu-chan. There's no future in this." Shizuo kisses him again. "I'm going to make sure you hate me more than ever after this."
The blonde looks straight into Izaya's eyes and scoffs. "Tch, whatever." He leans in for one last kiss, but decides it best to throw him out of his room along with the dying need to taste those lips again. Izaya flashes him the damn smirk before he turns to walk away.
Shizuo closes the door behind him and sighs. Before tonight, he was positive Izaya was only using him for some weird sex game. And though that's true, he's also become aware of how Izaya crumbles beneath him. If Izaya wants to fuck with him, he can fuck him right back.