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Izaya kept his grin on his face, crimson eyes flaring to life. So this was it—the new pattern. This time he could be seriously injured; possibly killed. As much as he should be frightened, his mind and body whirled with excitement. He felt the breath of his ever-so-near opponent on his face, feeling his own breathing speed up in response. Acting on what he thought what must be purely adrenaline and in an attempt to alter this surely harmful pattern, he pressed his mouth against the ex-bartender's. Passion ignited a fire within Izaya's body, heating him from within.
This was no tender, love-filled kiss. This was sinful, full of passion and danger. After only a second, the blonde pulled back, eyebrows knitted together.
"The fuck was that for?" he stood back slightly, blush darkening his cheeks, showing what his shades had hidden. Izaya smiled slightly, enjoying the view of a flustered Shizu-chan. The raven laughed out loud.
"Why, Shizu-chan, that was a prime example of chaos theory in effe—mmph!" His sentence was cut short as his lips were crushed, and the blonde grumbled "you talk too much" against them, and the smaller man smirked. He wasn't quite sure exactly what was going on, but it was much nicer than being dead or injured.
Izaya considered himself both intelligent and talented. As such, he was a devilishly good kisser. His lips grazed Shizuo's lightly before the man responded, capturing Izaya's once again. Izaya brushed his tongue against the blonde's lips, silently demanding entrance, and was rewarded without hesitation. It was now a battle for dominance, tongues exploring each other's mouths as well as fighting, pushing, clashing.
Izaya grabbed Shizuo's bottom lip with his teeth and pulled back slightly, earning a groan from the other man. Shizuo's hands, which until now had held his arms above his head, now gripped his hips and jerked them towards his own. Izaya moaned slightly at the feel of friction against his own growing erection. At this the blonde moved his head to Izaya's neck; biting, sucking, licking, and laving at the creamy skin.
Now, Izaya had his pride, but he also had a rather large masochistic streak that had his head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"A-ah-Shizu-chaaan!" he moaned, hands clawing at the broad shoulders of the debt collector. Izaya ground his hips against Shizuo's, trying to relieve some of the growing pressure. Izaya's nimble fingers made short work of Shizuo's belt, and he pulled it off roughly. He felt the larger man's hand push up his shirt and shivered when the cool night air hit his chest. Izaya began to unbutton Shizuo's pants—So close—when a sudden neigh of a horse and crank of a motorcycle engine startled them both.
Izaya, now stunned, froze in place; mouth slightly agape, eyes and cheeks flushed with lingering lust as well as shock.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shizuo stared at Celty's form at the entrance of the alley. He blushed and averted his eyes, thinking at the picture he'd make—it may have been dark, but Celty had excellent night vision, and there was no hiding what was going on—he had his knee between the flea's legs, hands both pushing up his shirt and pinning him to the wall.
"Ah, I , uh—" he began, but Celty turned tail and sped silently out of the alley. Shizuo wasn't sure what to think—he knew Celty wouldn't judge him, but she would inevitable tell Shinra, and who knows what could happen from there…
"Ahaha; what an interesting day this is turning out to be~!" Shizuo's head snapped back to the brunette man who was still pinned beneath him. Izaya moved, and the movement caused his hips to move against Shizuo's clothed erection, and he hissed in air; both of them were now reminded of what had been interrupted. Shizuo's thoughts scrambled, and he could think of only one thing.
"Turn around," he growled. The smaller man raised an eyebrow.
"How about we go to my apartment? It's actually only about a block away; I mean we are in Shinjuku, after all…" Even in his lust-filled state, some privacy and maybe a bed sounded nice to Shizuo. He took the raven's swollen lips in his own harshly, then whispered into his ear,
"I'll give you a head start, flea. You had better run fast, because if I catch you before you get there…" he trailed off, mouth moving to suck harshly on Izaya's earlobe once before the brunette flashed down the alley and out of sight. Shizuo ran after him, yelling out his mane that was at once familiar and tinged with a completely new meaning.
"IIIIIIZAAAYAAAAA!"