"What the fuck!?" He gasps, staring back at a stranger. The face looks younger, face blown wide with shock to mirror the way he feels his-this faces muscles pulling.
[Why are you so surprised?!] Celty asks, and his head whips up to stare at her incredulously.
"Maybe becaUSE I HAVE A DIFFERENT BODY!?" He yells, and she quickly holds a finger up to her helmet where a human's mouth would be, silently asking him to be quiet. He takes in a deep breath, shaky and air stuttering down his throat like something is partially blocking it.
[Didn't you notice you looked different? I think you're shorter, too.]
"I-I don't...look in the mirror much." He admits, sighing. It's not that he just doesn't look, he outright avoids it. If he looks he always gets caught up in a shit storm of self-deprecation and he hates it.
"Is everything okay in here?" Shinra asks, finally emerging from the somewhere down the hall. Izaya follows, smiling coyly at him. It makes his stomach twist with unease.
[Don't say anything.] Celty types at him, discreetly. She then "says" something to Shinra and he smiles, glancing at Shizuo.
"How do you feel?" He asks, grin turning sharper. "You must feel great, having an angel at your bedside." He sighs, dreamily glancing at Celty, and she jabs him in the ribs, shadows puffing up. Izaya laughs, in a way that would suggest he was embarrassed if he weren't so obviously not.
"I'd hardly call myself an angel~" He purrs, winking at Shizuo. "I can be very naughty, after all."
'What….what the hell is this?' He thinks, staring hard at the informant. 'Is Izaya flirting with me?!'
"Izaya Orihara, please to meet you." Izaya says, bowing his head briefly. Shizuo nods back, a knee jerk reaction, and bites his lip to keep from saying anything mean. 'He doesn't know it's me, this could be good for me…'
"Can you stand?" Shinra says, and he nods. "Luckily the blade didn't go too deep, and Orihara-kun keeps his knives very sharp." He stands up, head spinning a little and shoulders hunching with the weird way his skin pulls with the stitches. It hurts, but he's likely had some pain meds and he feels better about the whole thing now that he isn't bleeding out on the ground.
"Great!" Shinra chirps. "Follow me to the back room, I'll tell you how to take care of it. Celty darling, would you be so kind and wait for me here? I need to go to the store and I'd be so sad if I had to be separated any longer than I need to!"
[Idiot!] Celty snaps, but sits and waits on the couch for him anyway. It makes Shizuo smile.
He follows Shinra, frowning when he sees Izaya is tagging along. The other man is smiling, glancing at him with sly eyes that make his stomach turn. He knows that look. 'The flea is up to something…'
They reach Shinra's little mini clinic, the pseudo doctor heading to a cabinet and fishing out a bottle of prescription pills. Izaya watches on, smiling wider every second.
"Here, take these when you feel you need them but remember not to push it. If you get hooked don't come to me, I won't be your dealer." Shinra says, smiling at him. He heads for the door, waving good bye. Shizuo goes to follow him out, a little annoyed at being called back here for such a brief interaction, but Izaya's in his way before he can even take a step forward. Shinra shuts the door behind him, and Izaya pushes him towards the medical examination slab.
"Now, now, no need to rush." He purrs, practically shoving Shizuo down on the table. Shizuo glares, fingers itching to grab Izaya's neck but he opts for grabbing the table instead. He's a little shocked when the metal doesn't bend or warp the slightest under his fingers.
'That gypsy…' He thinks, seething a little. "What the fuck do you want?" He hisses, glaring at Izaya. He wonders if his voice sounds different to everyone else, when it sounds the same as it always has to him.
"No need to be so angry." Izaya tilts his head, red eyes observing Shizuo's seated form on the table with a hungry look. "Here's how we're gonna do this," Izaya starts, moving in close. He invades Shizuo's personal space, hands moving to brace themselves on either side of his hips and leaning his head to whisper in Shizuo's ear. Black hair tickles his cheek, and Shizuo hopes this isn't what he thinks it is.
"I've caused you a lot of trouble today…" Izaya whispers, voice low and sultry in his ear. "So I should probably make it up to you, right?" He asks, and Shizuo nods slowly. He wants to hear more, if he's honest, and there's no need to get angry when Izaya doesn't even know it's him…
"Good." A hand slides up his thigh, dangerously close to his groin and it has his heart speeding up right away. "I don't want to know your name. I'm not going to kiss you. I told you my name so you could moan it, but if you speak of this outside of this room you'll pay, okay?" That hand slides to his crotch, and Shizuo finds himself nodding again. That's all Izaya needs, dropping to his knees and smirking up at him.
"Oh, and no touching," he adds. Amazing. Izaya's the one on his knees and ready to please Shizuo, but he's still the one in control. It makes him dizzy, and that much harder in his jeans.
He undoes the button with one hand, then leans his head forward to lick a wet line from the base to top of the bulge. His teeth latch onto the zipper, slowly pulling it down. He's not wearing underwear, so his cock flops out and nearly slaps Izaya in face. He sorta wishes it would, it's kinda hot to think about stabbing him with his dick.
"Oh, my." He looks surprised, but pleasantly so upon seeing Shizuo's new dick. He glances at it himself, curious. "It's so big~" Izaya coos, a hand moving from his thigh where Izaya licks up the bulge in his pants and and starts to stroke him nice and slow. Funnily enough, Shizuo's actually bigger than this body. He wonders what Izaya's reaction would be to his real dick.
He doesn't wonder long when a sinful tongue starts to tease him. This dick has it's foreskin, so Izaya dips his tongue into that and Shizuo's whole body jolts. He's heard men are more sensitive if they still have their foreskin but for fucks sake, not this sensitive!
"Shit," he groans, watching as Izaya wraps his lips around the head and starts sucking very lightly. He's so hard, dick twitching in Izaya's mouth already, and he moans again when he sees Izaya's other hand, the one not holding his dick, stroking himself under the table.
He's already close, hips jolting forward whenever Izaya tongues just the right spot. He reaches out, hand barely brushing raven locks when Izaya pulls away and sits back on his heels, grinning at him.
"No touching, remember?" Izaya purrs, grin evil and eyes dark with lust.
"Or what?" Shizuo challenges, panting. His cock is rock hard, jumping when Izaya's eyes trail over it.
"Or I'll stop, and let you get off alone." He flashes his teeth in a cocky grin, lips wet and hand still stroking his dick to Shizuo's frustration. 'Little fucking sadist!'
"Fine," he hisses, drawing his shaking hands back to the table. Izaya shuffles close again, smirking at his dick.
"Miss me?" He asks, holding it up so he can lick up along the length and tongue the head again. He peels Shizuo's foreskin back, swirling his tongue around the bare head and Shizuo cries out at the feeling. It burns, in the best way possible. Every swirl of Izaya's tongue is making him jolt and shudder and he hardly realizes he's thrown his head back because 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!'
It's even better when Izaya slides down, taking the whole length down his throat and sucking just right. He cries out again, orgasm building and his hands fly up to grab at Izaya's hair or shoulders or anything he can. Unfortunately, the informant pulls off of him before he can, leaving his orgasm to fade.
"No. Touching." Izaya snaps, though he isn't angry. He looks just as turned on as Shizuo, stroking himself fast and smirking up at him.
"You asshole!" He gasps, chest heaving because he was about to fucking cum!
"You know the rules~" Izaya puurs, gesturing at his hands. He pulls them back as expected, gritting his teeth angrily. Izaya smiles and fucking finally leans back in. This time though, he doesn't latch onto Shizuo dick. Instead he closes his mouth around Shizuo's balls.
"Oh, oh fuck!" He's sucking them just right and this time Shizuo's able to get a hand in Izaya's hair before he can even think of fighting the impulse. The informant groans, releasing his balls and glaring until Shizuo let's go.
"Okay, clearly you can't follow even the simplest of rules." He huffs, and Shizuo panics.
"Don't go!" He gasps, hard and desperate. "I swear if you fucking stop now-"
"Calm down." Izaya says, pushing Shizuo back on the table, He climbs onto it, too, though he flips himself around so he can suck Shizuo's cock.
The only problem is, this leaves Izaya's dick in his face. He flushes, licking his lips with the strangest urge to suck it. Izaya has already started working his cock again, one hand holding it and he's slowly going down on it. It's making Shizuo buck, but with this position he can't really move his hips with Izaya's weight pressing them down. He feels helpless and, oh, he's going to cum so fucking hard.
He licks his lips again, and his tongue brushes the tip of Izaya's cock when Izaya's hips have lowered closer to his face. He gulps, letting his mouth fall open and tongue move it lick it again, properly. Izaya moans around his dick, knees spreading by his shoulders. This allows Shizuo to take his cock deeper, Izaya doing the same as a reward of sorts.
It tastes slightly salty, thick and heavy in his mouth and he worries he'll get addicted to this. Izaya's tongue is sliding along the length of his dick as best it can inside his mouth, and Shizuo does his best to copy him.
"Aah, that's good." Izaya moans, thrusting down lightly to slide deeper into his mouth. Shizuo is surprised he doesn't choke. "Just like that." Izaya groans, stroking Shizuo's length with his hand and wrapping his lips around the head again. He starts sucking, and Shizuo is cumming hard into his mouth.
Izaya purrs around his cock, sucking still while he rides out his orgasm and spills weeks of pent up frustration into his mouth. Shizuo is trembling, relief flowing through him and relaxing all his muscles. He hasn't felt so good and boneless from an orgasm in years, but then again, he hasn't been touched by someone else in years either.
And apparently they aren't quiet done, when Izaya kindly reminds him he's still hard by shoving himself down Shizuo's throat. This time he does choke, cheeks flushing in both excitement and irritation. 'Motherfucker.'
He flips them over so Izaya's back is on the table and his body is facing the other goes down on him like that, grabbing and massaging Izaya's balls as he slides his mouth down down down his length. It doesn't take long, the informant is already close, and Shizuo pulls his mouth off when he senses he's close. He finishes Izaya off with his hand, watching the cum spill over as Izaya moans and arches above him.
"Mmm~" Izaya moans, lifting his head to smirk at him. Shizuo reaches for a tissue, wiping off his hand with a grimace.
Which was apparently pointless, when Izaya sits up and grabs him by the hair, kissing him open mouthed and letting Shizuo's own seed slide hot into his mouth. His eyes grow wide, groaning when he has no choice but to swallow it down. 'Fucking asshole!' He thinks, seething when Izaya finally pulls back to laugh at him.
"Sorry," he laughs, obviously not sorry at all. "I couldn't resist. Here's my number, call me sometime." He slips a piece of paper into Shizuo's hand, apparently having found time to jot down his number between sucking a stranger off and shoving his dick down said stranger's throat, and tucks himself back into his pants. He's out the door before Shizuo can even try to hit him.
Shizuo is left alone in Shinra's medical clinic, cock spent and still so frustrated he could scream.
Okay It's a day late because I forgot to update on this site but here ya are! Happy (late) Halloween!