Disclaimer: I do not own Drrr!

Pairing: Shizaya

Warning: First base, close to second base. Um. Wait. I'm talking about baseball here, guys! Not anywhere close to sex. Nope, not at all. Hey, I'm not giving you the wrong idea, am I? Just- Just that, It will be hot. Okay? Maybe. Hey! Someone tell me what you call this (down there) NO! I didn't mean that. Ugh. Just...just read, okay? It contains... :X

A/N: Feel like it's gonna be a long series. But never know, it may be over before I know it.

If you want me,

I'm not a piece of ass,

A one-night stand,

A storage shed.

Katy Perry, "If you can afford me"

Chapter Five

Messy, was all Izaya could think about the past couple of minutes as he tried to catch his breath and calm his fucking heart down.

This was completely unacceptable. Not only that, it was perfectly human.

Too human that it disgusted him. Now, he was more disgusted by himself than the urge he had or the object of his...lust.

Guh, just thinking about it made him realize how much deeply he had gotten into this.

This was all that kiss' fault. Neither should he have initiated that action for his cocky reason nor would he be as frustrated as he was now.

Izaya liked to call himself a passive animal who had no needs or frustrations (although a certain someone always had been able to stray him from that path, it had not fully taken effect). But to think after making that foolish action he would be falling into a mess he hadn't realized he was going to be taking part in.

It had been two months since then and Izaya avoided Shizuo like the plague he now was starting to be. Shizu-chan also was doing a good job in being at any place where Izaya couldn't potentially be. After that day, Shizu-chan had not confronted him on the meaning of that kiss and that was good only because Izaya had no idea what it was supposed to entail either.

Until now, of course.

He wished he wouldn't have tried. He had resisted for quite a while that it had become easy to forget about. He thought he could avoid the "feelings" accustomed to him by his previously latest action that was the "kiss". He couldn't believe before but as it was, his private parts started acting a little too...hasty.

They came onto him as if to cross all other possibilities in a smack dab punch. Izaya had considered losing his prideful resistance and go and get some action in some club but that dulled in response to the simple stimuli that was imagining, fantasizing and dreaming Shizu-chan's voice contorted in pleasure and the simple curiosity for the real one.

In the first few days when Izaya had to sleep and would lay on bed all night thinking about all things other than Shizuo, he would feel the restlessness (as if a teenager once again) and the coldness. He would feel his will bowing down to the cursed existence of his hard-on.

It was a hard thing to admit. Izaya didn't even want to think about it but the evidence was right there, wet on his underwear as he tried not to grimace.

He took the credit that it was his curiosity that really won out the rest of his resistance but after four weeks and six days, he was itching to put his hands below the waist-band and do something to get over with the discomfort. At first, he had tended to leave them alone. Other times, he had just come upon noticing his knuckles kneading on his hard-on with pants seemingly on (but waiting so much to be stripped off) and would immideately rush to the bathroom to take a cold shower, disturbed that it had come to this so soon.

It wasn't enough that he had a bad day and a bad confrontation with a bad weather but, he had the most vivid of dreams of Shizu-chan that night that he had agreed to delve into the curious feeling bubbling inside him, like a pit of fire. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't blink away the images and the want that accompanied with the dream. To be held so roughly that his teeth, his wrist and lips hurt.

It was pathetic but it was needed and once he started, he couldn't stop.

Maybe, he could if he tried but he had no motivation left and he was in no way inclined to do it.

With eyes closed, under the intimacy of his dark, empty room, he slid his hands down his waist and to the button of his pants. Almost automatically, he unbuttoned it and pulled the zipper down. He kneaded his needy erection for a few moments, wishing it would go away just from that but, to no avail.

Finally, he started sliding his underwear down and once he had touched his own erection for the first time in his life, he knew the pleasure and he knew he wanted it.

He had never felt so disgusted by his own self.

The pleasure was so good at that time. He would cum in his own pants, feeling dirty and soiled and he would like that sensation until the wet cum would dry and he would shower and scrub himself over and over again.

After days of doing this, it became a routine. And as the routine went longer, he realized he didn't feel that previous pleasure anymore. It was now just for the purpose of getting rid of the excitement so he could sleep. It was nothing more than a troublesome thing that just wouldn't leave him done. He wasn't sure why adolescence and sexual needs had to hit him this late. Wasn't he an adult now? His puberty was long gone already. Agreed that he never had any wet dreams or ejaculation in the past. He was sure it was only because he wasn't like the other males. He just had a low interest in sexual encounters. He didn't ever think he was a late bloomer. Even now, he was unconvinced.

Only reason this all had started was because of that kiss. And that urge also didn't derive from a sexual curiosity but from just the pure want to see the monstrous man indignant, if not less.

Tonight, as he lay in bed, still holding his dick in his hand. He realized that this nightly routine wouldn't do anymore. He knew what he wanted. His fantasies had been enough indication and no matter how much he hated the idea, it was still better than pathetically being rejected the release he so needed.

It didn't come to his attention that his feelings were too far gone to be considered sane and passive as he was anymore. This night, he just couldn't handle it. The jerky twitches of his hands and toes and how much he needed that space to be filled in by that man. He couldn't wait.

It had to be done.

So, standing up, zipping up his pants and putting on his shirt, he went and put on his jacket. As unsatisfied as he was, he knew he couldn't just barge in on Shizu-chan's apartment but he had no other choice.

So, with closed eyes, imagining his near-death in the future by just showing up at that aggressive man's door, he opened the door to his room and slipped out.

He couldn't wait.

-0-

Shizuo didn't sleep a wink that night. He tossed and turned but there was just something alarming his senses. His senses told him that tonight was not the night that he should be sleeping without any worries.

So, he stared at the ceiling for a while before getting tired of that, and got up. Wearing his clothes back on, he took his cigrette and lighter outside to the balcony of his apartment.

There, he stayed staring at the moon, bored out of his mind and wondered aimlessly about casual things like grocery and his bodyguard job for Tom-san.

Then, just as he was starting to think about Izaya, the devil showed up himself.

There, he stood. Looking down from the second floor, he stared into the black gaze of that man and felt the stir of feelings bolting through the cage of his body.

Izaya looked just like he did, two months ago but tonight, as he looked up into Shizuo's eyes, he knew he wasn't here just for the heck of it. Shizuo still couldn't get the kiss out of his mind and as he crushed the cigrette pack in his grip, he glared openly at the man.

Izaya just stared, didn't move an inch, a smirk in place at his lips (looking so confident, so devious).

Annoying.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he turned around and went to his lounge, reached the exit door and slipped out with fuming feets.

Annoying. Annoying. Annoying!

-0-

Izaya couldn't help but lick his dried lips when Shizuo finally showed up in front of him. He'd been waiting patiently, knowing that wherever he was, Shizu-chan would always come after him. It was in that man's nerves to follow every little impulse. Izaya wondered if Shizu-chan had rubbed off on him too because to sudddenly show up all of a sudden to where Shizu-chan lived was almost too stupid.

It was midnight for a reason. Too late for there to be any pedestrains or traffic. So empty that his desire was boiling, with bubbles on hot water. Not even the cold water could help him now.

He just wished he could control himself for just a little more because after that, his pride wouldn't be his anymore. He would be sharing it with that man and he hated just the thought of it.

His body was singing though. All this time, his body couldn't help but tingle, clench around his heart and hitch his breathing.

This was it.

"It's been a while, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo was wearing his shirt all buttoned up wrong, his hairs set in awry directions and was glaring daggers on Izaya's head. He could not help the smug smile (excitement brimming beneath).

"Don't call me that." A blink of his brown eyes, Shizuo looked confused and angry (which he always did). "What are you doing here?"

Izaya never broke their eye-contact, not speaking but walking to the place where Shizuo was standing, his gait slow yet determined.

Tall, aggressive, and a hard-smoker with the tendency to want to kill without a reason. Why would Izaya's body desire this man? He could say appearance-wise Shizuo was not bad and Izaya always had recently found that he liked the roughness of his partner. When they forced him, touched him so roughly that he could break...

Although, that was only his fantasy.

Shizu-chan probably didn't even want him that way.

One thing he noticed though, the time he had kissed Shizu-chan, the man had not kicked or punched for the small moment that Izaya was still in front of him. Surely, that should be taken as a sign.

When Izaya was reaching Shizu-chan, he was too busy contemplating so it was completely unexpected when Shizuo punched him, albeit a little lightly.

Izaya, his cheeks stinging, turned to look back at Shizuo, his mouth turned down. Shizuo glared, eyebrows furrowed to show how serious he was. Izaya smiled airily.

"So cruel." He said in a light voice before with ultimate rage showing off his features, he hit Shizuo back (on his cheek). His black eyes showed the dark shadows smoking in.

Shizuo with a grin, a red swell forming on his cheek, turned his neck and looked straight into Izaya's eyes. "Kill-"

With that word said, he charged towards Izaya, using his tightly bound fists while Izaya blocked with his arms and sneered.

"You're still a child." He commented acidly.

Shizuo seemed more offended by that than any other thing Izaya would have ever done in the past because, he had that look on his face. He took a nearby street lamp, separating it from the ground with easiness, and targeted Izaya with his eyes. He threw it at Izaya's place with a growl.

"YAA!"

Izaya dodged, barely. With a smirk still in place, he ran towards Shizuo (any other time, he would be running away from Shizu-chan but tonight was a bit different). And as Shizuo was busy stemming out another street lamp from the ground, he quickly made a jump and reached where the blond-haired man stood, grabbing his white shirt's collar and coming upon a surprised face (his legs still in the air).

The smirk widened as he came close enough to touch Shizu-chan's lips and melded them together again ("Hello, where've you been, handsome?"), pushing the blond man's body to fall or step backward while he entangled his legs around Shizuo's torso.

He could feel the pressure on his groin as his eyes took in the widening of Shizuo's with joy and pleased satisfaction (their lips still securely attached).

This was the most exhilarating feeling he'd ever had.

The take Izaya had on life was much shallower than expected. He just lived life without any fear of religion, ethnics or moralities. His opinion?

Live life happily. He had called Shizuo a child but the mere child in this world was Izaya.

Izaya- with his deviousness and evil was innocently wanting to fulfill himself to the extent of sheer pleasure.

He'd never thought much of sexual advances or its rare kicks because in the end, it had way too many elements for him to consider and not to forget that it looked entirely undesirable, in many ways (naked animals, hairy and so in their lust to ever think about the other partner during their activity).

He wasn't sure what physical attachment entitled. He didn't know attraction to the extent of impulsiveness. He only knew that when their lips met, he was fulfilled. Maybe, he'd like something more than that but at this time, his heart was drumming with easiness and peace but not that at all too because his veins were filled with arousal.

"Ngh." With lips melding like this and the pressure in his groin building he knew this peace would not last longer than a moment but he was alright with that. Right now, the softness attached to his lips was what was so frightening. He bit on Shizuo's lips, licking on the rough act as he wound his arms around Shizuo.

He didn't want to let go. Not now. Not ever.

-0-

Shizuo stood shock-still for a while, assaulted by attacks that he hadn't ever been a victim of and wondering what the hell was going on. A cat- yes, a cat had attached itself on his body and wouldn't let go. It was getting really close to getting its tongue between his teeth and he debated whether to bite down on the offending piece of wet organ but thought better of it because that would mean that the cat would stop and there would be blood squirting in his mouth. He did not feel like wanting to acquaint himself with the red fluid so intimately (especially not this dislikable person's blood).

So he stayed with arms by his side, on his feets while the cat's legs- that had forcefully bound themselves around his stomach- twitched and a hard, very familiar organ started pressing on his waist with great pressure. To be quite truthful, he did not know how it had come to this. Maybe, the first kiss Izaya had ever given him would have been a very close indication but he thought of it as just a joke (a very cruel prank that only Izaya could execute).

But now, that this was happening to him, being tense did not help. So, with shoulders hunching, he grabbed two pieces of flesh (Izaya's hips) roughly, his fingers and nails (hands and muscles flexing) digging simultaneously on the meat covered mostly by Izaya's skinny-tight jeans. A sound gasp was heard from the mouth that was too close to his ears now that he thought about it.

"Shizu-chan." the voice spoke in his ears, all husky and breathless yet dangerous in its warning tone. "You don't want to do that."

Something in Shizuo's veins (his whole body) was moving- traveling quite swiftly to a place that had not been treated quite as preciously as his hands.

He dug harder on the hips in defiance, his face showing conflicting emotions on his face as his head turned a bit in Izaya's direction (his ear red and close to Shizuo's mouth now). "Too late." he grunted.

Fingers on his back twitched and held on tighter, bunching his skin harshly. Breath hitching, Izaya twisted in his hold and bit Shizuo's ear, nibbling on it later.

With teeth clenched together, he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Get. Off. Me."

His voice was dangerous and menacing, a tone that was not playful warning like Izaya's but the serious, ordering one.

Izaya stopped moving around and pulled back; not dismantling himself from Shizuo, just turning his face back so that he could look into the blond-haired man's eyes without being too close for comfort. His eyes were glinting, tinged with something he'd never seen in Izaya's eyes before and he wasn't sure for one second whether he should really hate this person.

But then, Izaya smirked like the mocking asshole he was and Shizuo no longer considered the thought.

"With pleasure." He said, sliding his hands from his back so they were put on either side of Shizuo's shoulders. He gripped them firmly, his smirk a little strained as he pushed on Shizuo again. This time, Shizuo fell with his butt on the ground.

The blond man cursed, "Shi-"

Another kiss interrupted his thought process though, everyone knew Shizuo was not someone who was known for his concentration. He got distracted easily and that tongue really had to stop going in his mouth because the urge to bite it off was too strong now.

Oh, fuck it!

He bit, then. His groin filling with blood as he felt the copper on his mouth and tasted it melting in his tongue. His eyes openly watched as Izaya's own opened slowly to reveal a wary gaze directed his way. He didn't give any apology, he could care less.

Izaya beamed again, pulling away as he watched the saliva connecting their separated lips with more than a little interest. Izaya licked the bloody saliva, eating it all up before rubbing it off from his knuckle, looking Shizuo in the eye.

He laughed. "I should've guessed..." his eyes gleamed. "Shizu-chan has a fetish with blood." the blond man's eyebrow twitched as Izaya chuckled, as if it were most amusing. "Bad boy." He leaned his face on Shizuo's, the street lamps that had luckily evaded being the victim of the blond man's favorite object-throwing habit were lightening Izaya's pale features darkly and he could not believe what he was doing.

He pushed Izaya away before he could kiss him again and with bubbling anxiety entering him, he stared at Izaya.

"Don't." He rubbed at his own lips with his shirt's sleeve, noticing a little redness in it. He looked back at Izaya's blood-dripping lips and almost winced. No, he wasn't supposed to-

"Ah, Ah." Izaya said, rubbing against his lips with his jacket, looking at the blood with a grimace before he stood up. "I guess game's over, huh? Such a pity. I wanted to play more."

Shizuo's eyebrow twitched again, agitation filling up his chest. A game?

"You know, Shizu-chan." Izaya said while brushing off his clothes from non-existent dirt. "You are too hot." He winked his way.

Shizuo felt anger return in his nerves again and pulled himself to stand up.

"IZ-A-YA!" He shouted with a promise for vengeance while Izaya ran, far away from him, again.

A/N: We all know we love this thing called lust.

It's almost impossible to make these two fall in love. How will we accomplish this, I wonder? Ah well. I have some plans in my head. Let's see how this works out.

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