"Shiiiiiizuuuuu~~~~ Stoooooopppp~~~!"
The whine was considerably loud, however, there wasn't anyone around that actually cared.
Except Izaya.
But who had actually cared about his opinion?
Now, if you were wondering what could have evoked such a reaction from the information broker, all you would have to do is look around the room, to see the numerous bottles of sake around the living room.
Or you could have looked at the disheveled blonde, that was currently, drunk, and sucking on the drunk man's neck. With quite force I might add. Then again, when was the blonde not forceful?
Why get drunk you would ask?
Well it started out earlier, when the raven challenged the brute to a drinking contest, to see who could stay awake the longest.
Because nothing could possibly have gone wrong with that idea in mind.
The blonde, being who he was, didn't want to, but he didn't back down either.
So now, long-story short, the two were now rubbing against each other like drunk cats in heat, movements clumsy, and quick, but entirably pleasurable.
Now, if only they would realize that they were going to regret this in the morning.
...And the fact that the each of them were pretending to be drunk, so that they could get into the other person's pants.
It isn't pleasant being omniscient, when you aren't a yaoi fangirl now is it?
Because sometimes, Alcohol isn't necessary.
Then again, neither are cliche endings, but it's not like the current Shizaya pairing was complaining about that.
Izaya moaned as Shizuo bit down on his collarbone, and Shizuo smirked slightly, loving how much control he had over the "drunk" informant.
Izaya was about to make a smart remark, about how "drunk" Shizuo was, smirking like he was in heaven, but was cut off as he was picked up and carried off to the bedroom.
Maybe his sarcasm could wait until the morning.
His clothes were slowly stripped from his body, and he shuddered, a sudden wave of submission flowing through him.
Maybe the sarcasm could wait until late afternoon.
Shizuo's hot tongue swept across his navel, slowly sneaking downward.
Fuck the sarcasm. Fuck thinking too.
Maybe alcohol was necessary.