"Hmph. That guy isn't you at all. They're all lovey dovey, makes me sick."
"It also made you horny by the looks of it."
"Shut the hell up. I'm no homo."
Shizuo snarled. Izaya tumbled back in bed and spread out his arms.
"Yeah, yeah. You're the straightest guy this side of the Edo."
"You think everybody wants you."
"Correction, Shizu-chan. I know everybody wants me. Can't blame them since I am hot."
Izaya removed his jacket. Shizuo did not want to notice how the flimsy shirt drew every detail from Izaya's body, hard nipples stood out through the fabric and Izaya pinched them.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting off. If you don't like it, don't look."
Izaya unzipped his erection and proceeded to pump himself, fast and furiously, his left hand roamed his whole body.
"Oh, Shizzy…"
"You're thinking about that loser?"
Izaya turned heavy lidded eyes to him.
"Got a problem with that?"
Shizuo watched him very closely. Izaya slowed down to give him a show.
"Guy's a peace loving pussy."
"Well maybe I don't want abusive borderline legal sex but some sweet lovemaking."
Shizuo humphed.
"Yeah, right. And maybe pigs fly."
"Maybe they do in this world."
Izaya picked up speed, a bit of pre-cum oozing as he squeezed.
"Funny. Haha."
"Shizzy-"
"Shut up with this 'Shizzy' talk! Guy looks like me, it's weird if you say his name-"
"Finally catching up, Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo pounced. He was all over Izaya, kissing, biting, undressing.
"Fuck you, Izaya."
"I was hoping for that."
Shizuo held him down more forcibly than needed. And it was in the same spirit that he lifted Izaya's legs and rammed into him, crushing their bodies together. Izaya hissed at the sudden and painful intrusion. He gripped the covers and held on for dear life. Unceremonious grunts as he set for a fast pace was about as romantic as was his fucking: not at all, but this kind of raw sex was without a doubt Izaya's thing. Which did not keep him from teasing Shizuo.
"Shizu-chan…ever heard of foreplay?"
"Waste of time."
Izaya wrapped his legs around Shizuo's body, feeling bulging muscle just under sweat covered skin. Hot hardness filled him over and over again. There was less bite to his kissing now but Izaya had a vague impression that he was bleeding. Not that he could bring himself to care either way, he was edging closer with each deep thrust.
"You guys can't do that in our bed!"
Shizuo did not even spare a glance at the owner of the hysteric voice screaming at the threshold. Izaya could just partially see the clone couple, Shizzy in front while Izzy hide behind him.
"Well, hi there! We're just borrowing it for a while- fuck, Shizu-chan…"
Izaya always wanted to do this with an audience. It added another thrill to it all. Shizuo, however, hardly noticed any third parties. He pulled Izaya's arms over his head and held both wrists with just one hand. Izaya screamed not so much in pain as with sharp pleasure that heated him from within and then spread outward. He came violently, trembling and splashing Shizuo who came a few short moments later. Shizuo pulled out while Izaya was still enjoying his afterglow. The covers were now a mess.
"My vest's dirty, you bastard!"
Izaya stretched.
"Not my fault you didn't get naked."
Shizzy interrupted this wonderful pillow talk moment.
"I don't know who you people are, where you came from or why you look just like us- but you're trespassing! And doing…stuff in our bed!"
Izaya calmly cleaned himself.
"Ah, you're almost like Shizu-chan when you get mad. Glad to see you're still alive and kicking."
Izzy peeped from behind Shizzy with barely contained curiosity, leaving Izaya to conclude that it took more than alternative versions of himself to take the kink out of Orihara Izaya.
"Shit's messed up."
Izaya did not know precisely what Shizuo was talking about. It did not matter much as far as he was concerned. Shizuo lit a cigarette and his frantic puffing immediately activated the smoke detector and sent showers of water raining on everyone.
"Smoking's been outlawed years ago! What are you doing?"
Shizuo stared at his counterpart, glaring furiously. The water ebbed away but he was already drenched to the bone. Not a happy camper.