Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures.

SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAJOR FLUFF AHEAD.

Shizuo's POV

Izaya let out a sound of appreciation as he responded to the kiss. Something that started gentle, caressing, and slow turned much more insistent and demanding as his hands slid down my torso. I shivered at the touch, and drew back from the kiss when I felt his hands tugging at the bottom of my shirt. He quickly slid it up and over my head, flinging it off the bed where it would lay completely forgotten.

His lips were on mine again, his tongue demanding entrance. I gave in immediately, following his example by letting my hands roam over his flesh. I traced my hands down his shoulders, collarbone, and he gasped when I ghosted over his nipples. The lack of substance on his chest definitely did cross my mind, but it was a fleeting thought as I took advantage of his gasp to suck on that sinful tongue. He squirmed against me, his breathing in little harsh pants. I was fascinated as the small nubs turned hard under my touch.

When I finally released his tongue, he nipped at my bottom lip, and then ducked underneath my chin to lick and then bite at the pulse on my neck. I was slightly startled when his hands worked on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

"Last chance to back out," Izaya whispered over my flesh, the words ghosting over my collarbone. His fingers were just barely touching the area right underneath my belly button as a slow, teasing caress. I trembled as I breathed in the scent of his hair, my heart thumping against my chest and my body prickling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"I won't back out," I murmured, moving my hands down to unbutton his own jeans. A happy sigh escaped him. He reclaimed my lips, then, and I was just about to pull his zipper down when his hands grabbed hold of the edge of my jeans and pulled down, taking my boxers in one swift move. I made an indistinguishable sound when my cock was freed, which turned into a moan when one of his hands fisted it, pulling gently. I shuttered as his tongue continued to lavish my mouth, but I found myself distracted my the jeans pooling around my thighs.

I pulled away, and saw panic in Izaya's eyes for a split second. Hurriedly, I kissed his forehead for assurance, and stood to remove my jeans completely. Flustered when I could feel his eyes traveling over my body, I made to get back on the bed as quickly as possible. Izaya was smiling when I crawled back over him, his arms open wide in welcome. Those arms slipped around my shoulders the moment they could, and his legs swung out from under me to wrap around my waist. The movement made his jeans slide down a bit, revealing his navy blue boxers.

I jumped when his jeans rubbed against my arousal. That wouldn't do.

Kissing him tenderly, I shakily used his position to successfully pull down his jeans. He swung his legs back down, shuffling them until the jeans were lying in a heap on the edge of the bed, before wrapping them around me again, pushing his body up against mine.

The soft cloth of his boxers was a lot better.

There was a loud moan. I don't know which one of us it was, probably both of us, as he moved and shifted against me. I could feel him through the cloth, hard and hot.

"This... will not be a repeat... of last time, I hope you know," he breathed against my lips, once again swinging his legs back down. I almost whined at the loss of contact. He gave me a husky chuckle, pushing against my shoulders. I curiously sat back, following his every movement as he sat up. I bit my lip when his hand encompassed my cock again, pumping slowly.

"Don't stare," I managed, abashed by his unwavering eyes. He flashed me a sexy grin and moved again.

"If I can't look, then I get to taste," he said huskily. It took a second or two for my brain to process this, but when it did, my face burned.

"You're gonn-" I inhaled sharply when his mouth surrounded the head of my cock. I hissed when he moved down, engulfing my need in an incredible wet heat, "D- damn. That's..."

He withdrew with a soft 'pop', looking up at me through dancing eyes.

"You like?" He asked, softly kissing the tip before sliding me in his mouth again.

Like he even needed to ask?

I threaded my fingers through his hair as he worked on me, one hand wrapped around the base of my cock as he rocked his mouth, sucking, slurping, and wiggling his tongue against the underside. I was almost sure I had died and gone to heaven, though this would definitely be a sinful way to go.

As I watched my cock appear and disappear around that mouth, and felt that tight ball of lust curling in my stomach, I was suddenly struck with the thought that I didn't want to cum yet. Izaya had always been the one insinuating everything, and that felt wrong. I did like him, I wasn't just going with the flow, and I wanted to make sure he knew that.

"Izaya, stop," I pleaded hoarsely, gently tugging at his hair. He pulled back automatically, tilting his head to look up at me in perplexity. I swallowed roughly at the sight of the string of saliva on the corner of his lips, "Get up."

With one eyebrow raised, he sat up. I loomed over him, capturing his lips. My hands slid down his body until they reached his boxers. Sensing my intent, Izaya shifted so I could slide them off easily. I broke the kiss, my breathing a little heavy, as I stared down at his lithe, but toned body. His ivory skin near glowed in the darkened room, but not as much as his eyes, which were staring up at me with a passionate fervor.

His cock was standing proud, and dripping with precum. I was a little jittery, but did not hesitate, when I wrapped my hand around his arousal. His fingertips dug into my shoulders, and his eyes lazily swept half-mast as he moaned and bucked into my moving hand. His response thrilled me, and I jerked him faster, taking in every expression, every sound, every movement. He writhed under my touch, panting, moving his hips in perfect harmony.

How I ever rejected this man, I now had no fucking idea.

"Hah... ah... ahnn.. mmmghn," were his final sounds, before he went over the edge. I watched, transfixed, as his eyes dilated and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His cock convulsed in my hand, shooting out strings of hot liquid. I licked my lips and continued to slowly pump him as he rode it out. He panted, blinking a couple of times before his eyes focused on me again. He leaned forward, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing the life out of me.

I more than happily responded.

"Shizuo," he breathed, and was momentarily stopped from going any further when my tongue snaked in his mouth. It was a frenzied battle of tongues until we had to move back to breathe. Izaya pressed flush up against me, both of us on our knees, and breathing harshly into each others' mouths, "You gotta wish for some lube."

I blinked.

Oh my God.

"What? That... that..." I said shakily, mortified. Wish for something like that?

Izaya just rolled his eyes and nipped at my jawline.

"Yes, 'that that'," Izaya responded between nips, sliding a hand in my hair, "I want you inside of me."

This guy left me speechless way too often. My lower regions painfully pulsed at the words, and I groaned, leaning down to bury my face in his neck.

"You are damn lucky you're you," I muttered. I felt, more than heard, his chuckle against my chest.

"Well I love that you're you," he replied, lightly caressing my head. It squeezed at my heart, and I kissed his neck tenderly before pulling back, resting my forehead against his.

"You're going to have to guide me through this," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"I will," he replied softly.

"... then I wish for lube," I said, cringing as I said it. Izaya pulled back and laughed, "Don't laugh, damn it!"

"Haha, you're just so funny," Izaya replied, bringing his forehead back against mine. I felt him push something in my hand. I glanced down at the bottle, apprehensive. Izaya kissed me again, slow and sensual. I came to the conclusion I could kiss this man forever.

His hand brushed against my own, and I heard the bottle snap open.

"Just lather your fingers up," he instructed in a calm voice, pressing small kisses over my face. I was reminded of the first night I willingly let him sleep next to me. I squeezed at the bottle, pouring the gel over my fingers. It was slick, and some dropped on the covers, "Sit down."

I got off my knees, sitting down on the bed and watching as he crawled into my lap, one leg on either side of me. I noticed he was already growing stiff again.

He took my arm and maneuvered it behind him.

"Prepare me, okay?" He asked, looking into my eyes. Wow, they were so beautifully bright.

Gah, this was nerve-wracking. I mean... wouldn't this hurt? I thought it would. But I guess this was normal, so...

I timidly wrapped my hand under his backside, kneading at his balls. He gave a light hum of enjoyment, burying his face in my hair. I moved upward, the gel making the movement really easy, and brushed a finger over his hole. He jolted, and hugged himself tighter against me. I went back down on the opening, circling around it. I was amazed to feel it twitch under my administrations, and Izaya's breathing was getting heavier. After taking a deep breath, I pushed one finger in.

"Hah!" Izaya gasped, arching against me and pushing his ass higher in the process. I almost thought my finger would melt, it was so hot. I pushed it in to the hilt, pulling back to see Izaya's expression. My cheeks warmed at his pleasured expression, and I continued watching with calculating eyes as I slowly pumped the finger in and out of him.

"Two," Izaya groaned, rubbing against my arm in a somewhat encouraging gesture. Immediately following his command, I slid another finger in. He panted loudly, and his eyebrows furrowed in the slightest. Not liking any sign of discomfort what-so-ever, I leaned up to kiss him. He lazily kissed me back, though it was broken several times by a moan or whimper. When he started rocking against my two fingers, I slid a third in.

I have never been so turned on.

I could feel his walls contracting around me. He stopped rocking against me for a moment, adjusting to the third finger.

"Nngh, enough already," Izaya spoke huskily, pulling at my arm. My fingers slid out of him.

"You sure?" I mumbled, weightlessly following him when he laid back.

"Positive," he responded with a smile. He wrapped his arms securely around my neck and spread his legs, "Take me, Shizuo."

Just the sight of him, open and waiting for me on the sheets, putting his heart and trust on the line, made me swell with adoration.

I would never, ever regret this.

I would never, ever forget this.

That night, I made him mine.

This fluff is going to kiiiiiiiiiill me you guuuuuuys XD

Chocomintkt: I officially love you for pointing out that this fic would not work with them being completely in character!
Bani: XD! Oh my gosh, I cracked up at the "Every time we touch, I get this feeeeling~"

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