So the coolest thing is just sitting here and watching the number of views go up as I write this. I squeed a little every time a new number showed up. It makes me so happy~

Anyway...here is the next part. FINALLY.

I must say: this chapter heats up. A lot. So...lemme know how I did:D

DRRR! is not mine.

Izaya took off through the alley, dashing over the crosswalk before the light changed, and shivered when he heard his name called—it held with it a promise of what was to come (quite literally, he might add). Izaya strived to keep his pace fast, not only to get to his apartment fast, but because he was running around in his neighborhood with an erection.

He heard car horns and a thump behind him and figured Shizu-chan must be at the crosswalk now. Izaya pictured the blonde running after him, eyes glaring, cheeks flushed with arousal, and had to struggle no to turn around—he couldn't deny that the other was attractive, his hatred just usually blocked it out. Now that he thought about, how much did he really hate the man? Izaya dashed into his apartment and glared at the elevators—how dare they all be closed! Damn! He glanced over at the receptionist who was eyeing him strangely, no doubt used to seeing Izaya's usual calm yet cheerful self.

"No worries, just shaking things up a bit~"

"I~za~ya~" Shizuo had walked into the building. Perhaps burst was a more apt term seeing as how the door he had placed his hand on was now a pile of shattered glass and doorframe across the room. His voiced dropped even lower "I thought I told you to run." He grinned, resembling some sort of predatory beast. Izaya glanced around –ding!—

Saved by the bell. One of the elevator doors was open and (thank God, not that Izaya believed in him) there were no passengers, so he dashed in, frantically pressing the button or his floor. He heard a growl and just as the doors were about to close, Shizuo stepped in. He immediately pushed Izaya into the wall, ensnaring his lips fiercely once more.

–DING!—

The blonde licked then nibbled on the brunette's earlobe. Izaya heard small moans and whimpers filling the elevator.

-DING!-

They were all his own. He decided to regain control, and attacked the taller man's lips again, taking him by surprise as was evident by the startled groan he let out into Izaya's lips. Damn, Shizu-chan's lips were nice—

-DING!-

The elevator opened up and suddenly there was no floor, only warmth as Izaya realized he was being carried—bridal style no less—towards his apartment. He breathed in and was surrounded by the warm scent of Shizuo—tobacco and chocolate mixed with sunshine and sky. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door being broken open.

"You brute, I have a key!" Izaya complained into Shizuo, but was shut up when he felt hot breath on his lips.

"Don't care" Shizuo growled against Izaya's mouth.

"You'll have to pay for a new lock—mmph!" Izaya's breath was once again stolen as he was carried around his apartment. Suddenly the blonde dropped him, and he landed, sprawled out on his black and gray bedsheets. His eyes narrowed at being dropped but widened when he caught sight of his attacker—Shizuo loomed above the bed; lips swollen, face flushed, eyes blazing. He took off his sunglasses and set them on Izaya's nightstand and then his hands moved to unbutton his vest.

"Stop." Shizuo looked down at the raven on the bed, confused. "I want to do that," Izaya all but purred. The smaller man sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, crimson eyes staring up at Shizuo. Izaya then sat n his knees, kissing up Shizuo's neck, and Shizuo's eyes closed as he tilted his head back to allow the raven better access.

"Izaya…" he both moaned and whispered, and then hissed when the flea bit down right at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Shizuo heard soft laughter from the informant before Izaya whispered against his neck

"Like that, Shizu-chan?" Shizuo could still hear the smirk in the informant's breathy voice as nimble hands unbuttoned his vest and shirt. Shizuo went down to Izaya's mouth again, taking in more of his essence. He tasted like… the closest thing Shizuo could think of was some sort of burnt marshmallows and mint—sweet, sharp (almost metallic, really), and held a tinge of coolness.

His shirt fell from his shoulders onto the floor , and he decided right then that the flea had on entirely too much clothing. Shizuo leaned towards the ravenette on the bed; lips going to ensnare the smaller man's and tongue swiping across his lips before he all but shoved his tongue into the other's mouth. Realizing that pulling the flea's black v-neck over his head would interrupt the kiss, he opted instead to rip it off the smaller man's body. Izaya gasped and shivered at the sudden exposure, then looked up at Shizuo with a mixture of confusion and lust on his face that made his eyes shine attractively.

"Damn, flea" Shizuo muttered under his breath. Since when did Izaya appear sexy? Shizuo wasted no time in once again unbuttoning his trousers, and looked at the still pants-clad Izaya. "Better lose those or they'll end up like the shirt," he almost growled. The brunette's black jeans were off just as soon as Shizuo's were, and he lay on the bed in nothing but black boxers.

The ex-bartender fell on the informant, attacking his collarbones with brutal nips, licks, and sucks. He felt Izaya's hands thread through his hair and then trail lower to claw at Shizuo's shoulders, his back, his ass. The blonde hissed in and moved his mouth lower, tongue trailing until he reached a pink nipple, then taking it into his mouth and tracing his tongue around it before giving a small nibble. Izaya whimpered above him, and the blonde wondered dimly if the smaller man was aware that he was making these sounds.

After a moment Shizuo continued lower, nipping and sucking at Izaya's hipbones, teasing, tantalizingly close to what he knew the brunette need, judging by the rather large bulge in his boxers. Shizuo grinned; moving his mouth to hover oh-so-closely above the brunette's straining hardness, just close enough to where the heat from his breath seeped through the thin material.

"You brute, stop teasing," he heard from above. Izaya's needy voice went straight to his cock, and he growled in response before pulling of the dark-haired man's boxers and going back to his lips, whispering before he kissed him

"You sound like a slut, you know that, flea? A dirty slut." Izaya's response was to lean up and kiss Shizuo, tongue battling for dominance with his own. He stroked the other's wet muscle with his own, getting no sense of surrender from Izaya. This abruptly changed, however, when Shizuo took a hold of the smaller man's weeping length. He started to pump slowly without breaking the kiss, swallowing the moans that were arising from Izaya's mouth.

"Haaah, Shizu-chan, hnngh, I—m'gonna!" the informant managed to get through the blonde's lips. Shizuo felt the man tense up, and abruptly stopped his ministrations, leaving both men panting, swollen-lipped, and achingly hard. Izaya gazed up at him, red eyes clouded over in lust and annoyance.

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