Title: Catching Sparks
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

Shizuo's POV

"What..?" I questioned, allowing him to drag me out of my seat and around the throng of dancing bodies. For a moment, I was afraid he was going to force me to dance, but relaxed when we passed the dance floor and walked up to the bar.

"Hey Hokuto, give me the key to the hallway," Ruby-Eyes shouted over the music. Many people sitting at the bar turned to look at us newcomers. Said bartender raised a brow and turned his eyes to me suspiciously.

What? Hey, buddy, I had no idea what was going on here. All I knew was that a hand was still locked together with my own, and I was pretty content to let him drag me here and there if it stayed this way.

… I sounded like a fifteen-year-old girl. Not sure how I felt about that.

Fuck it; I liked it.

"Who's he?" This Hokuto person asked. It made me realize I hadn't even given my name. … I still didn't know his name either!

"No interrogations; hand over the key," Ruby-Eyes said bluntly. I was hit with the urge to know his name so I could stop with the ridiculous nickname, though his eyes were most certainly unique.

Hokuto rolled his eyes dramatically and dipped underneath the counter.

"Key?" I bent my head and whispered in his ear. I caught a faint hint of his shampoo, and the clean smell intensified as he craned his head around and stood on tip toes to reach my ear.

"You wanted some privacy, right?" He whispered, and I shivered at the feeling of his hot breath tickling my ear.

Priva-

…

Wait.

What?

Was he... taking me to a back room... alone... to dance... oh my God, wandering eyes were one thing, but alone...!

The thought excited me as much as it scared me.

That kind of situation... I mean... was he expecting more? Did I mind if it turned into more..? If he was going to be all up on me, there was a very slim chance I'd be able to keep my hands off, if I was completely honest with myself.

I watched, conflicted, as Hokuto tossed the key to Ruby-Eyes.

Why were there locked back rooms in this place, anyway? Did the employees here bring people they liked in those rooms all the time?

If that was the case, I was both flattered and disturbed. Girl or guy, I was never the one-night-stand type.

But yet, I didn't refuse. I was compelled to see where this would go, be it curiosity or the attraction I felt for the man leading me around to a door in the back.

"These rooms are usually for when employees have a little too much fun and pass out. This building used to be an office a loooong time ago," Ruby-Eyes explained. He let go of my hand to unlock the door. I was glad there was a reasonable explanation for the rooms.

The music that had been so loud moments before was muffled when he shut the door behind us. It was a simple, bare hallway with four doors. He made to walk again, but I quickly tugged on his sleeve to stop him.

"Uh... can I know your name?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Orihara Izaya," he answered with a grin, "They announced it earlier."

"Oh? Guess I wasn't paying attention.."

"I think you were paying attention," Izaya responded quickly, to which I smiled sheepishly. Yes, I was most definitely paying attention to him, "What about you?"

"Heiwajima Shizuo."

"Shizuo," he tested the name on his tongue, and I was surprised at the bold, automatic usage of my first name. My surprise must have shown on my face, "Do you mind?"

"No, I guess not," I replied. He tugged on my hand and I followed as he led me into the second room. There wasn't much to it. A double bed, a lamp, a chair, and a nightstand.

"Aha! I thought there was a radio in here," Izaya spoke, walking over to the nightstand. Said radio was an older one; it still had a place for a cassette tape. Izaya turned it on, static filling the room before he started playing with the nobs. He glanced my way and waved a hand in the air, "Sit, sit."

In the end, I chose to sit on the chair. I didn't want to make it seem like I had any expectations, but damn if I wasn't already anticipating what was coming next.

My eyes roamed over his figure, taking in his toned legs, those short shorts that hugged his backside just right, the tight black shirt I knew was covering up an amazing body, and those soft raven strands of hair that I really wanted to sink my fingers into.

Izaya...

I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

The static from the radio was finally tuned out, replaced by a song I didn't know, but it had fairly good rhythm. He kept playing with the stations.

".. so what are you gonna do with me?" I asked, sounding a little too innocent to be true. He turned and grinned over his shoulder.

"What do you want me to do with you?" He practically purred. Again, I felt the heat accumulate on my cheeks. Damn, I could never get an edge on this guy!

He ended up going back to the first song before setting the radio down and starting toward me. I straightened in my seat, flickering my eyes from his smoldering gaze to his body and back again, craning my head up when he towered over me.

"No response?" He breathed, bending down and placing a hand on either side of me, "Too bad. I know what I want to do with you."

I was rendered speechless, a shiver coursing through my spine.

Holy fuck- you can do whatever you want to me if you keep looking at me like that..!

I watched, captivated by the sheer seduction laced over his expression. It was like this man not only knew sin, but owned it. Breathing became a chore when those slim hands slowly but firmly slid down by body, over my chest, to my stomach, 'round my hips and down my legs as he knelt on the floor.

Those gorgeous eyes of his never left mine.

His hands, like blazing trails of fire, moved back up, never once breaking contact, dipping into my inner thighs. The heat nearly made me squirm.

A smirk tilted one side of his mouth upward, hands once again traveling over the length of my legs before starting back up again, hooking underneath my shirt. I jumped when his fingers brushed the skin on my sides.

"Let's get this off," he prompted, his voice like dripping honey, hands gently tugging at the fabric. I raised my arms almost immediately, giving him permission to lift the material up and over my body. He flung the article of clothing over his shoulder, raking his eyes over my form slowly and deliberately.

The gaze alone burned my skin.

His hands came back into play, the tips of his fingers rolling down my front in little 'S' patterns that made my abs tremble until they reached the top of my jeans. He playfully pulled against the fabric a bit before standing.

With his hips swaying to the music, he made a show of turning around. It was drool-worthy, the way his body moved in perfect, graceful rhythm. My fingers twitched, desperate to touch him, especially when that jean-clad ass was facing my way. He suddenly dipped down, causing those little shorts to rise and showcase a small crescent of the soft skin they'd been hiding. I shifted in my seat, eyes unblinking, senses heightened, waiting and wanting...

I didn't think I'd ever wanted someone quite this bad, be it female or male.

He straightened again, before shuffling back between my legs and carefully taking a seat. I felt his weight against my thighs, and his hands on my legs as he balanced himself, throwing an alluring look over his shoulder before rolling those sinful little hips. The move made him grind against my upper legs, forward and backward, the motion of sex. He wiggled backwards, so so close to where I wanted those hips to be, but then he switched direction and made his way forward again.

Fuck.

"Tease!" I hissed, loving the little laugh that spilled from his lips.

"Hm? I am? But you never told me what you wanted," he spoke with sugar-coated words, the devious glint in his eyes contrasting greatly, "This better?"

His hands went to the arms of the chair, using them as leverage to propel his body back and sit right on my lap.

"Oh.." I couldn't help the small gasp that escaped when his hips gyrated in small, precise circles that emphasized the tempo of the song floating through the room. Every movement was creating delicious friction against my throbbing groin, and I felt my fingers twitch again, this time more violently, "Can I touch you?"

It was in a breathless voice that I asked.

"Heh. Not yet~" Amusement lined his tone. I would have pouted if my parted lips weren't so keen on staying that way in a sort of stupefied amazement. My God, I was going to go crazy if those hips didn't give me more than these small jolts of pleasure soon..!

I let out the breath I didn't even noticed I'd been holding when he lifted himself off my lap. It felt cold where his body had just been, but he was quick to face me and crawl back onto the chair, one knee between my legs and the other to my left. His hands rested on my bare shoulders, his body just slightly arched toward me. I swallowed when his hands grazed down my arms until they took hold of my hands, moving them to rest on his hips.

"Take it off for me," he dared, rubbing my hands against the fabric of his shirt. I hooked the material between my thumb and index finger, taking advantage of the majority of my hand under his shirt. My rough fingertips on his soft skin felt incredible, running up his body until I had to break contact to remove the shirt. It caught his hair when it came off, putting the front in disarray. I determined the 'just got out of bed' look fit on him, and I hoped I would see it more than once.

He moved forward, coming incredibly close, wrapping one arm around my shoulders.

"You can touch now," he murmured into my ear, lips tickling my skin. In the split second it took for me to snap out of the lusty haze that had taken over my body with those words, he pushed his knee forward, applying pressure to the bulge in my pants and gently rocking against it.

I closed my eyes in bliss. He was still so close to my ear, his hot breath softly puffing against it, and my hips were subtly moving with the motion of his knee.

Damn that felt amazing.

Cracking my eyes open, I looked down at the lean body in front of me, reaching forward to explore. His stomach fluttered when my hands swept across it, and I grinned, sliding them upward and flicking my thumbs against the two pink buds on his chest.

A short, low moan, and then I felt teeth tenderly grazing my ear lobe.

Was this still a lap dance?

Taking deep breaths, I maneuvered my hands around to the small of his back, following the curve until my hands were spread out over the back of those little shorts.

Could I be a little bold?

"The show earlier could have been better if these would have come off," I talked low, like it was a secret between us. He chuckled against my ear before drawing back to stare down at me with darkened eyes.

"We're not a strip joint," he answered in jest, speaking just as low, shifting so both his legs were on the outside of my thighs.

And then the song changed.

The song changed to some overly sentimental love song.

We stared at each other, and then burst out laughing at the same time.

"This... is not sexy," he laughed, hiding half of his face with his hand. I offered a smile, adoring that he seemed to be a little embarrassed for once.

"You don't need music to be sexy," I responded, absentmindedly rolling my thumbs over his bare legs.

"That's true!" He chirped, jumping off my lap. I really hated that cold feeling that washed over me when he did that. It didn't last long, however. All he did was walk over to the radio and turn it off before crawling back in my lap in the same position he left.

His arms encircled my shoulders again, and I encircled his waist, inching him closer until our bodies were flushed against each other; I looking up and he, down. It was somehow comfortable and sweet amongst the surrounding temptation.

"You seem really comfortable for just realizing your sexuality, you know," he voiced, fingers playing with my hair. In the silence, so close together, I could hear our faint heartbeats drum.

"It's not that much different," I replied, incredibly aware of the way he was situated on my lap.

"Well, not that I'm not happy to hear that," he replied, leaning closer still. My eyes darted to his lips and back up to his scarlet irises, and then widened in surprise when he shifted, purposefully grinding himself into my lap, "But there are definite differences."

Yes, yes, I was quickly realizing that.

But the hardness pressing into me only made me hotter.

".. that's fine," I breathed, intrigued when he continued rolling those hips, keeping his face daringly close to my own. Again I was drawn to those lips, remembering how they felt and tasted.. would he let me kiss him again..?

I tilted my head and inched forward.

He drew back slightly.

I repeated my move, and he repeated his, only with quirking lips.

I grinned and raised a hand to the back of his neck so he couldn't get away, pulling him toward me. There was a smile on the lips that met my own, quickly dissipating into a carnal kiss of lips and tongue.

Damn, he was an amazing kisser.

I ran my hands over every bit of smooth skin I could reach, as if to memorize every curve and shape. Be it his thrusting, his lips, or his body; I couldn't get enough. Grabbing at his hips and sliding back against him was all I could think to do.

At the increased friction, he broke away from my mouth suddenly, panting against it. His eyes cracked open, but were foggy and unseeing, deeming him lost in the same dizzying sensations I was feeling.

God, yes, keep doing that.. keep grinding against me like that..

I wanted to kiss him again, but I was an equally panting mess. Still, I made the effort, giving his jaw a small kiss before lapping at his lower lip. His fingertips dug into me, his tongue responding by snaking out and circling my own.

I trembled, he gasped, and our movements turned frantic with the desperation for more...

This was definitely no longer a lap dance.

It was uncoordinated and all the work was making him sweat. I doubt we could have stopped for anything, high off pleasure, getting closer and closer to euphoria with each thrust.

Incredible.

I felt my lower abdomen coil, and tightened my grip on his thighs when I came hard inside my pants. Momentarily dizzy, I slumped in the chair, closing my eyes when my vision swam and sighing contentedly.

He still loomed over me, breathing heavy, and dipped down to talk against my ear.

"Feel good?" He murmured, his hoarse voice making me reopen my eyes. With my body still buzzing from the afterglow, I lifted a hand and ran a finger over the skin right above his pants.

"You still haven't..." I trailed off pointedly.

He placed his forehead on my own, grinning.

"Want to watch?" He asked. I was confused, until he pulled back in the slightest and undid his shorts. I stared, transfixed, as he lowered his shorts and underwear a bit, reaching inside to pull out his member.

I wouldn't deny it was a little strange to think of the sight of another man's cock to be arousing. He was long, not as wide as my own, and pale like the rest of his body, all but the screaming pink mushroom head that was wet at the very tip. Fine black hairs peppered the base and the skin slid easily back and forth when he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a few strokes.

My fingers twitched again.

No, I didn't want to just watch.

"Can I?" I asked, placing a hand over the one curled around his cock. He looked pleasantly surprised, and answered by removing his hand. It was momentarily embarrassing, because I switched my hand position a couple times until I found one that was comfortable. This wasn't like jerking myself off.

I just did what I knew I liked. Firm, slow strokes followed by a few quick pumps, thumbing his slit. I could only base my performance on the soft mewls and the hips bucking into my hand. I paid attention to every little gasp, and then made sure to repeat whatever I did to earn that response. His cock leaked onto my hand, and I smeared what I could over the hard muscle to heighten the sensation.

The scarlet irises were hidden from my view, for his eyes were closed and head tilted back just a bit, those sinful lips parted and his cheeks lightly flushed.

Damn, I was going to get hard again if I kept staring at him.

He groaned when I switched from fast, quick strokes to slower ones again, and cracked his eyes open.

"I want to come," he nearly whined. I smiled, picking up the pace. He moaned again, thrusting into my hand, and by his jerky movements I knew he was about to blow.

I carefully aimed his cock at my chest. I wasn't too sure if I wanted that sticky stuff all over my face.

His body shuddered violently as he came, shooting strings of white against my bare chest. He lowered himself onto my lap, leaning against me with his body bent and head rested on my shoulder as he caught his breath. I nuzzled my face in his hair, loving that scent of shampoo mixed with the musky smell of sex in the air.

And I wondered with mixed feelings, what now?

I didn't want to leave yet.

"Let me get you something to clean yourself," he spoke, pulling back. I was once again stunned by how attractive he was, "I doubt you'll want to walk out there like this~"

"Yeah," I answered, running a finger over his leg. He gave me a small smile before lifting himself from the chair. I grinned when he had to take it slow on those wobbly legs.

When he left, I got up, frowning at the uncomfortable sensation in my pants, and locked the door just in case. I shed my pants and boxers to get rid of that sticky, cold feeling. It would be a chore to get home in that stuff, I knew.

But it was worth it.

The doorknob jingled.

"You locking me out?" I heard from the other said, and chuckled. I quickly unlocked it to let him back in.

"I didn't want anyone else venturing in here," I explained, extremely amused when his eyes moved south and widened, "I came in my pants. It was uncomfortable."

"You're big," he said bluntly, making me blush, "Guess I should have known from your stature."

He handed me a wet washcloth and I took it obligingly, wiping myself off.

He was stealing glances the entire time and I had to bite my tongue from laughing. Despite the humor of it, it gave me confidence.

"Would any of the employees you know by chance be about my size and have an extra pair of boxers?" I asked with a short laugh.

"We change into outfits all the time, so yeah, probably. There's a guy around your size that works tomorrow; I can't get into his locker unless he's here."

"Hm, well that doesn't help," I muttered, resigning my fate to walking home in the soiled underwear.

"... you have somewhere you need to be?" He asked.

"Not in particular."

"Then stay the night," he offered, sitting on the bed and patting the mattress with his hand, "These rooms are technically not for customers, but my bosses love me. They'll make an exception."

"... sure you won't get in trouble?" I asked, walking over to the bed.

"Positive. And these beds are pretty damn comfortable too!" He assured as I slipped under the covers.

"Are you saying you're one of the employees that had a little too much fun and had to crash here?" I asked with a grin. He looked sheepish.

"Only once or twice," he replied.

"I'm sure," I replied sarcastically, with the urge to somehow keep the conversation going.

"Do you want anything else?" He asked, sadly moving the conversation along.

I paused, knowing what I wanted to say, but unsure of it.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" I asked, a bit nervous at the implication. He stared.

"... not in particular," he replied with a questioning gaze.

That's what I wanted to hear. I took a deep breath.

"Then stay?"

Kay, so this is going to be longer than I originally planned. Four parts! xD

Thank you all so much for the reviews, and all of you who wished me well in New York! :3 I'm so excited!