Author's Note: First, thanks for all the reviews, alerts and favourites. And for the constructive criticism. I looked into some of the things you've said and changed the way characters called each other... I was on cloud nine for some time :D Then, I was so euphoric that I forgot to thank you for helping me reach 100 reviews! It's all thanks to you and I'm really glad you were so kind to give me that kind of encouragement...
Now... here is the next chapter for you! Actually, being truthful, I think it's completely and utterly the so called fan service... Because... It's probably pure smut... It just came out like that. I'm starting to think I may be a bit of a pervert ;D Though I'm not sure I've managed to tackle it... Hope you will give me some constructive criticism...
Temposhark – Irresistible
"I'm shameless, you're outrageous
Uh oh, we can't say no
Strange love our new foundation
Now I know we're good to go"
Now that was... That was...
I was quite sure that if they were to use electroencephalograph to read my brain activity it would be none or at least very close to it. A flat line... It was pure shock that stilled all of my actions and sent my mind on strike. For a good moment I was unable to utter a single word. There was just this almost absolute silence that for some time I've associated with Shizuo and our specific encounters. This time it was tinted with awkwardness and incredulity.
Did I hear him wrong? Was my hearing impaired? Was I going absolutely and definitively mad? Or I really had strange suppressed needs that manifested themselves in that unbelievable way... I honestly thought that the 'wishful thinking' was a stupid joke to increase Shizu-chan's blood pressure a bit and nothing else... And here...
"I-Izaya? Are... Are you there? Fuck! Huh... Just... forget that I said anything. I'm going to hang up now, so... Yeah... If you want to come tomorrow, I won't be moving anywhere. Ja... Ja ne..." his voice finally broke the silence and made me come back to my senses. As much as the moment allowed it...
"Wait!" I exclaimed in a hurry, fixed on keeping him on the line. "Don't hung up! You... You can't do it after saying what you've said! Fuck, Shizu-chan! I didn't mishear after all, right? I was just... astounded... You did it without any earlier indication... Why the heck... Wait! It doesn't matter at this point... Repeat it. I want to be sure I didn't go totally nuts and misunderstood your words, okay?" I answered quickly, preying for him to listen and comply this once.
"I... Shit! No way, Izaya... Just... Didn't I say you should forget it? It was nothing... Just a... a slip of the tongue!" he tried to sound reassuring but was nowhere near it.
Poor Shizu-chan and his non-existent acting skills...
"A slip of the tongue? Now really? Is that all you can come up with? You won't win this one, Shizu-chan. And if you try to end this conversation without any further explanation, you're going to regret it tomorrow. I will assure of it... Do you still want to leave it at that? Besides, you acted on your own volition, so no point in denying... Repeat it..." I added in a firm tone.
I wasn't going to let him off the hook so easily. He dug his own grave... There was no place for him to back off his words now... Why was I so desperate to hear it again? Now the answer was far from obvious for me... Yet I kept being insistent. For the greater good perhaps...?
"I-Izaya. I... Why are you so... I... Fuck! I... I asked what would you do if... What would you do if I really did touch myself?" he answered, his voice gradually becoming quieter, to the point where it was hard to hear the end of the sentence.
But I did understand. And was hit by the inconceivability of those words one more time. What was I supposed to answer? Because I should say something, right? It was me who asked him to repeat it, so... There must have been a reason for it, buried somewhere deep inside my reeling mind... Yet, did I really want to verbalise the thought forming in my head? Was it a wise choice? Well, remembering my earlier decision and no matter the absurdity of the situation... It would be a blatant lie to refute me being somewhat aroused by Shizu-chan's shyly uttered words... and a tad bit humoured. The truthful answer should be rather obvious, right? Those were two men in question... And if not that, there was still the fact he was talking to me... I would participate in the conversation even if only to ridicule him in the end...
"Shouldn't you know it by yourself, Shizu-chan?" I asked, automatically lowering my voice to a more sultry one. It was almost like a habit by now, when dealing with the brute in certain circumstances...
"H-How the hell should I know?" he stuttered.
"Through simple logic perhaps? Ask yourself a simple question, Shizu-chan... What would you do in my place, hmmm?" I inquired in a whisper.
"What would... I do? I... The heck! Don't change the subject, Izaya! I asked you that question first! If you don't want to answer it, then fine by me. I won't play right into your hand. After my dead body...!" he exclaimed hotly, probably trying to mask his embarrassment with anger.
"Oi, Shizu-chan... Wouldn't it be a complete waste? Besides, I'm not into necrophilia. Fine then... What would I do, you ask? Well... I would most probably listen to your voice through the phone and, depending on how sexy you would sound, join the activity or refrain from doing it... Now, how sexy do you think you can moan for me, Shizu-chan, ne~? Would it be worth listening to? You think you can arouse me just with your voice...?" I murmured lowly, waiting for the answer.
Was he even there still or was it too much for him? Was I too straightforward?
"Oi, Shizu-chan... Are you too embarrassed to speak? If yes, you should think about the question you ask before actually asking it... Well, you are a shy one after all, it seems..." I said, trying to coax him into speaking.
"N-No... I'm still here... Just... How should I know if you would... Uh... You... heard me the... the last time. You should know if it was... to your... liking." was his quiet, hesitant reply.
Oh my... he certainly was shy, but didn't lack persistence. What kind of a factor was pushing him to continue when he was so obviously insecure and baffled? It couldn't be a suddenly discovered kinky side of his, as his tone didn't matching that kind of picture... I guess the only way to find out was to play along. Not that I dreaded that opportunity... It was... refreshing, seeing that aspect of Shizu-chan's personality. And I was a discoverer at nature...
"Ne~, Shizu-chan... That time it was so sudden that I wasn't able to focus on it the way I would have liked to... Won't you give me a second chance? I promise, I will be all ears... and that I won't forget to return the... gesture..." I lowered my voice another octave.
"I-Izaya. I'm..." he started, but whatever it was he wanted to say transformed into a half-frustrated, half-helpless growl.
"You're what, Shizu-chan? Are you... hard by any chance? Is my voice exciting you? What do you want me to tell you, then? Should I say how much I would love to whisper those words right into your ear instead through the phone? I would make sure to touch it with my lips then– the lightest of caresses – only to envelope your lobe with my hot mouth to feel those sweet trembles of pleasure run through your body at the unexpected move. Would you emit a sound? A hitch of breath, a gasp? What would it be, Shizuo...?" I continued with my teasing.
My words weren't very bold. Yet... But first I wanted to engage him into this little play, not put him off with overly crude and blunt descriptions. That was a totally other level. One that I was sure Shizu-chan wasn't ready to reach for now. Without careful encouragement and right... stimuli at least.
The reaction to my words was mostly non-verbal. Well, maybe not non-verbal, but it certainly wasn't intelligible human language, aside from my name. Somehow, it was more arousing than any other words could ever be...
"I-Iza-ya..." Shizu-chan repeated in a broken voice, a little bit more out of breath than he was before.
The sound of my name was followed by a barely audible sound, which I managed to catch only because being highly focused. It was a quiet rustle. Skin against cloth? Now, it could mean many things. Shizu-chan could have just simply moved in the bed and it was the sound of the covers he was resting under... However... The poorly masked sharp intake of breath told its own story. One very much to my liking...
"Shizu-chan... There's no need for keeping your voice down. We're both alone, aren't we? So there's only me who's listening and I like what I hear very much... Very much indeed. Somuch even, that I can't help but to be turnedon by it..." I breathed to the phone, truthfully feeling stirred by the conversation with Shizu-chan as the shy participant.
"Ahhh... Izaya... Are you... Will you... too?" Shizu-chan muttered between deep, slightly fluttering breaths.
I couldn't say if the way he spoke was the result of his own doings or still the ever-so-present embarrassment of his. Not that it really mattered, as long as I was able to grasp the meaning behind his seemingly intangible words. I was myself for a reason, right?
"And do you want me to? Is that your request? For me to touch myself while listening to you? Should I let you listen to my moans as well? Would you like that, Shizu-chan...?" I asked, trying to sound as tempting as possible.
"Y-Yeah... I want... I want to hear you too." he responded, this once in a more steady way.
Was he finally able to let go of some of his inhibitions? My, my... Was Shizu-chan kinky at heart?
"Now, now... How could I not comply when you're asking so nicely?" I added and without hesitation moved my free hand to the front of my trousers to open them.
In comparison to Shizu-chan, I wasn't a shy one and when he wasn't right in front of me, it didn't feel as intimate and personal, so there was little to make me reconsider my decision to join him.
Slowly, but firmly, I started moving my hand against my arousal. It felt good. And was even better when I could hear the, still slightly restrained, sounds made by the brute. Maybe I should give him a better example, so he would stop controlling his voice to such extent? And to think I was the one who always fought for control...
"Ah-Ahhh" I moaned a bit louder than it was necessary in hope he will follow my lead.
Was it insane? Even if, I didn't care, as long as that meant I could hear Shizu-chan falling into pieces, making him more easy to understand at least for now. By all means possible, right? For the greater good... Ahh... 'Good' was a bit of an innuendo at the moment...
"Iza-yaaa... It's..." he stopped for a second and a broken sigh left his lips. "God... You sound so..." he didn't end his sentence and I could hear the rustling sound much more clear now.
"How? Tell me how do I sound..." I purred lowly, wishing for the answer uttered in that low, raspy voice of his.
This was... surprisingly exciting. More than I first expected it to be. I could feel my own body becoming more and more hot, not only from my own pleasurable touch, but mostly from the vision of Shizu-chan being all hot and bothered on the other side of the line, emitting those sweet, sweet sounds, not to mention his unsure yet strangely stirring words.
"S-Sexy. You sound sexy." he admitted slowly.
There was no place for awe. It wasn't of importance that it was Shizu-chan I was having telephone sex with and that almost twenty-four hours passed since our last heated encounter by which I was more than unsettled. I found it easy to ignore at this point. So easy...
"Sexy? Then I'm not the only one... That low voice of yours, Shizu-chan... Every moan makes me harder than the last one..." A really low rumble could be heard and I laughed in delight, my own voice raspy.
I quickened my motions, bolts of pleasure running down my spine and crotch, breath faster. Groans coming out of my mouth not the least bit feigned. Insane. Insane, but without a 'stop' option. I was too far gone, Shizu-chan as well. Everything else was a technicality not even worth naming.
"Ne~, Shizu-chan... Are you imagining it's my hand touching you? Because I can almost sense that the one on my manhood is yours..." I purred once more.
"F-Fuck! Izaya! Ahhh... How does it... How does it feel?" he asked me, probably not caring for either embarrassment or any resemblance of decency for that matter.
My... The prude really had a daring side to him... How could I forget about that?
"H-Hot and firm. Your thumb is t-teasing the underside and making me writhe from all of the s-sensations attacking me a-at once." I replied, my sentences no longer as coherent as at the beginning of the call, the pleasure getting the best of me.
"G-God... I can feel it... too. So, so g-good... Izaya... I'm...I think I'm..." he mumbled lowly.
I could hear his breath loud and clear, ragged. There was only one thing he could mean this time and it made the muscles in my stomach clench in another wave of pleasure. I could see him with the eyes of my imagination – his sweatpants riding obscenely low on his hips and showing the top of his pubic hair, the hand hidden underneath them moving in a fast rhythm, the red hue covering his face and neck, lips parting to catch the so much needed air, eyes squinted in absolute bliss...
That mental picture tore an unrestrained moan from me, my muscles tensing in pleasure...
"I-Izaya!" he growled loudly and that was it.
I came with a sound that I could no longer classify. It was only pleasure in my mind. Tense. Hot. So hot...
I regained some of my composure after a few moments, slowing down my breathing, letting my eyes adjust to the light that attacked me after opening my eyes, closed at some point. My muscles relaxed, still filled with the rests of that impossible warmth.
Only then I remembered that there was still someone on the other side of my phone. Shizu-chan... Yes... After I focused I could hear him breathing as well, coming down form his high probably.
I tried speculating if I should say something, however my head wasn't as clear as I would like it to be. Despite that small inconvenience, I decided to act. We couldn't stay on line the next twenty-four hours... I had... things to do. Duty called... Though, the enthusiasm wasn't really there if I was to be honest with myself. Still...
"Shizu-chan?" I called out his name in a wearied out tone.
There was no answer for a moment and I was about to repeat myself, when he woke up from his reverie.
"Mhm..." a monosyllabic grunt was all that he graced me with.
Well, better than none...
"I only wanted to say that... what happened was an uttermost and unforeseen surprise that made me re-evaluate some of my views regarding your persona. And abo-"
"Shut it flea... If you want to talk in that fancy way of yours... don't even bother... Normally it's hard to understand. Now it would be... impossible..." he said with a tired sigh.
Huh... He had a point.
"You're saying that... sex phone with me lowered your, already low, brain capacity for understanding proper language?" I asked in a lazy tone, endorphins making all the more amusing.
"Flea...!" he exclaimed distressed.
"Oh! Don't tell me you're going to be all shy again... There's no sense in that. You did participate in it, you know, Shizu-chan? And quite actively if I may add. Should I help you recall it by quoting some of the things you said to me? For example, I remem-"
"Don't. Say. A word. And it's not that at all. You just don't have to spout shit at me every possible minute, you know? Not everyone are born with the same brain as you, flea..." he mumbled a bit angrily.
Now that was more than amusing.
"Oh... Shizu-chan is angry when I point out his intellectual inferiority... Don't worry. I'm well aware that not everyone was blessed with both brains and looks, like me. But you have the looks I guess, so it's not like you're a totally lost case. And there is that... primal aura around you. Some people may find it appealing..." I said laughingly, though a part of my brain told me that if I used that kind of category, I would have fitted into it perfectly.
Not that Shizu-chan had to know it...
"You and your stupid theories, flea! I don't have to listen to it... You're always fucking ruining the mood!" he exclaimed in frustration and I couldn't stop a low chuckle from leaving my lips.
"The mood? Shizu-chan... Such a hopeless romantic... But it was good while it lasted, ne~?" my voice automatically dropping a bit.
"I'm not answering that!"
"No? What a shame... But... What would you do, Shizu-chan, if I told you that I have it all safely recorded and hence, possess an undeniable proof of your pleasure induced confirmation?" I asked innocently.
Why not to piss him off a little when 'the mood' was already gone?
"T-The heck? That's a lie!" he shouted somewhat incredulously, yet with a hint of fear.
"Why are you so sure, Shizu-chan? I had so much time to do it after all... However, I will treat it as a private memoir of the day I made the prude Shizu-chan to step out of the path of 'kinky' innocence... So lucky!" I announced happily.
"I don't believe you! You're doing it on purpose, just to mess with me... You always do that!"
"Ah... I think you will have to do a private search on me the next time you meet me then. Just to make sure, hmm? Another great opportunity to sin, ne~?" I teased.
"You're so getting it, flea! The moment you step into my apartment..."
"Is that a threat or a promise, Shizu-chan...? Wait, don't tell me! I love surprises after all! Ja ne!" I sang almost and finally ended the call, not letting him to have the last word.
I lowered my gaze to my hand covered in cum and started to chuckle. I couldn't even anger at myself. Because, really...? The brute managed to take the cake this time... That was certainly one hell of a phone call...