Disclaimer: I do not own Drrr!

Pairing: Shizaya

Warnings: I think I've already given enough warnings so BoyxBoy should suffice.

A/N: Inspiration is a floating kite. Grip it tightly or you'll lose it. So, I'll just write small chapters from now on. No more A/N's at the end.

Chapter Four

They danced in a swimming, feverish pitch. Waving to one direction or other. Jumping or going down. The lightening was most peculiar, white and blue mixing in the swarm of crowd. Izaya entered through the door at the corner, the security letting him pass and checking another person behind him.

With a smirk, he dodged the drunken people from colliding with him. With fluid steps, he found the person he was searching for and approached him, tapping at his back.

Shizuo, who was previously trying to make the pushy woman in front of him go away felt the steps, and the presence before the tap on his back. With a twitch in his brow, he turned to look at Izaya with a frown. Surprised yet not at all shocked by it, he gave the black-haired man a dangerous glare. This was Ikebukuro's territory, what the hell was he doing here?

"Hello, Shizu-chan." Izaya greeted with a seemingly meaningful smile.

"IZ-A-YA!" He grabbed a man (poor kid was dancing with his girlfriend) nearest to him and threw him at Izaya's direction. Izaya, not impressed by Shizuo's maturity and expecting the throw (though not a person) dodged the kid flying his way with easiness. Displeased that he couldn't very well control this monster's angry tirade even when needed only for a small talk, he thrust forward (using a person's shoulder as his stepping stone) and slashed Shizuo's wrist with his knife in the process.

"I just need to talk." He said when his face was close enough to Shizuo's, speaking in a breath before moving so he could dodge the other's incoming punch. While sliding to the ground and settling himself behind Shizuo, he knelt down on the ground as another punch was charged at his previous position. He could hear the sound of the music's beat as he moved and noticed people watching them from a distance away. With another smirk, he jumped and kicked at Shizuo's shoulder as Shizuo's fist pressed on Izaya's cheek. They both fell away from each other, distancing before Izaya, touching his bruised cheek, smiled in a knowing way and ran the other way (from where he had entered the club).

Shizuo, predictably, chased after him. Shouting obsenities and his name, he ran Izaya's way and out of the club. Their fast footsteps and breathing were the only sounds as they reached an alley. When Izaya decided that this was a fine place to talk, he stopped and turned around. Shizuo punched him in the mouth before he could open his mouth to start.

"Ugh." He fell on the ground with a groan before he looked up at Shizuo's livid face.

"What are you doing here?"

Brushing the dirt off, he stood up. "Looking for you."

Shizuo tilted his head, knuckles bound into fist as he smiled a maniacal grin. "I see. Last time, you ran away. Let's continue, shall we?"

Izaya's face scrunched up as he dodged the fist flying at him, hearing a 'thud' as Shizuo's punch collided with the dry wall. He already knew Shizu-chan was impossible to talk to and it wasn't like he was really here to talk. He wasn't quite sure what he was up to but there was an...experiment he needed to try before his mind could burst with thinking about it too much.

...their unfathomable attraction...

His head burned with the words echoing in his brain and he wished he could burn the words itself. Like a fire that could not go out, no matter what be done, the words stayed.

He whipped his head towards Shizuo, not even fully seeing his face before the man charged another at him.

With gritting teeth and grimacing lips, he took a step and kicked Shizuo on his gut with multiplied anger. The man bounced back in surprise and pain, his back colliding with the wall. While touching his middle with an inscrutable expression, he stared at Izaya and now, Izaya could finally see him.

Shizuo grinned, then. A mocking, winning grin that angered him more than ever. "What? Not running away anymore, eh?"

Izaya grasped the edges of calm, twitching (itching) to hit the man in front of him but knowing that this wasn't his intention at all. This man...he brewed a fury within him in seconds, not even minutes and before Izaya could realize it, he would do something he had never done before. Izaya wasn't truly against fighting. A little action interested him, blood and gore his best scenerios.

But there was something strange about their fight. He wasn't in control. He was, without realizing, forced to lower himself to Shizuo's level of recklessness and when he finally gave in, the man who he only thought was a dumb brute turned out to be an insufferable, mocking and calm person. That was what really boiled his blood. As if, he was turned upside down and simmered in every place of his body without giving permission.

He had urges to kill, to wipe that smirk of victory from earth's face and push it in the dark depths of hell so the man in front of him could burn and suffer in tormented fire. Oh, how he would love to see that. He would kill to to beat this man up just by brute strength but he wasn't going to stomp down to Shizuo's level yet. He was a genius, there was no need to be led by emotions like this. And not for this man. He was the dirt under his feet, nothing more than that.

With a quick snort, a wide smirk formed itself on his face. An idea already forming in his head and unlike the many times that he'd think through his plan before executing it, (it so happened that when it came to Shizu-chan, he was a little too reckless in making decisions) this time the plan was already being acted on without another thought. His conciousness be damned, he knew for sure that the only thing to wipe that smirk off the monstrous man's face would be this. He could already imagine the priceless expression and then, the fury.

He was already laughing inside, enjoying the image in his mind as he went, step by step, both of them smirking at each other (hating one another's smirk at the same time and wanting to wipe it off as badly as the other).

Reaching Shizuo who was standing in front of him, closer than ever, he stood on his toes and swiftly came closer (so that they were only a breath away). Shizuo's eyes showed the wariness and the smirk was already fading but Izaya wasn't going to be happy with just that. No, he wanted a better reaction. So, without thinking, without realizing what the fuck he was doing, he leaned in and meshed their lips together.

...hate one another...

Attraction. He had never thought about it. He'd found humans appealing in all their beauty. He loved a little bloody face, bruised and battered but only for the satisfaction of being proven right. Perhaps, it was his fetish or something that he always liked the beauty of pain and shock. When he first met Shizuo and had sliced his chest with his knife, the "tingle" had shown its pretty face for the very first time and without really thinking much of it, he had shown that tingle a punch and sent his brain a message that all these tingles in his groin were not pleasant feelings, but actually anger.

Because it was disgusting; in the most ambiguous ways.

At that time, there weren't any urges. And even if there were, they were unnoticeable at most. But the "tingles" were noticed, recognized and shoving their petty existence on the bottom part of his body, making him frustrated and disgusted because he'd never had feelings like these in his nether region. He hated the "tingles" and he hated Shizuo more because that's when they showed up. He could not deny the "tingles" for long but he had neglected their presence for a long time. He needn't have to shake hands with the "tingle" to get a point proven because it was as clear as day that it only made itself known when thinking or meeting face-to-face with Heiwajima Shizuo. Even the mention of him was another "tingle" here and there.

He wanted, then. He had desires to shout, beat Shizuo up and do things that only registered later when he thought closely on the meaning.

And now, they were kissing. Well, he was kissing. Shizuo, he could see with eyes cracked open was staring back at him in shock. Izaya strained himself from closing his eyes and feel the full extent of the kiss. He had only initiated it for a prank. An experiment, if one asked.

Because for the last three days (since he saw that woman), his contemplation had strayed to the "unfathomable attraction" he so effortlessly avoided for the past three years since his first meeting with Shizuo. And it was the urge to know what the fuck it was that really broke his resolution (and because for some reason, he could never stay away from Shizuo's perimeter of existence for a long time). It wasn't an inexplicable urge, just a normal, irritating one that had frustrated him to the point that he had come upon wanting to bash his head against a wall.

But since, Izaya was not a person who ever did those kind of things. He did the only thing that came to mind. He found Shizuo's current location and went to meet him.

Thus, this.

He pulled away. He had an urge to frown and say: "What the fuck did I just do?" but before he could go with it, thankfully, Shizu-chan helped him out of it when he said what he so wished to say:

"What the fuck...?" Eyes wide, and clearly looking like he'd just been hit by a bulldozer, he turned his gaze to Izaya and gave him an incredulous look. "What the fuck did you just do?"

Izaya only wished he didn't know the answer now because, he didn't. He so didn't but he had an idea of what it really was. And that was terrifying: seeing a flash of what it meant.

He hadn't recognized it until then but his breath was shallow, his mouth dry and his heart beating fast. That only provided him with proof.

Oh hell no.

With a carefully placed mask of deception, he smirked at Shizuo and spoke: "An experiment, Shizu-chan." He touched his lips with a finger and blew a kiss. "See ya later!"

And then, he turned and ran.

Ran before Shizu-chan could actually run and catch after him.

Ran because he could not deal with his heart or stomach or the "tingles"

He wasn't in the mood anyway.

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