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Pairing: Shizaya

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Chapter Six

Izaya's lips had started to do a strange type of buzzing that wouldn't go until he aggressively dug his teeth on his bottom lip. He chewed on them, paining them so no other strangeness remained. Then, he licked his lips almost unconciously and felt a heat coil in his belly as he thought of where that tongue had been before and the buzzing returned. With his knuckle, he rubbed the wetness and the strange buzzing away, the gesture a failure in its intention.

"Che," He grimaced, holding either side of his hips with hands as he looked down at his shoe while he rubbed it on the surface as if wanting to indent the rock with his frustration. Blowing a heavy breath, puffs of cold air smoked around him in the cold weather. He leaned against the wall tiredly, looking annoyed at the wall opposite to him. With eyes narrowing, he glared intimidatingly as if that wall had done something wrong, something unfair to him. He saw the images right in front of him. Two figures entwined, rolling around in circles at the wall as they crushed lips together and fought dominance. And then, he thought of smoke- the smell of cigrette as it grazed his senses in a pleasant way. He had never hated the scent of cigrettes, for some reason. He heard how people usually disliked the smell but he enjoyed it. It resembled gasoline in essence; not supposed to be a good smell but familiarly exotic in a sense. He couldn't explain exactly what drew him in but perhaps, it was that smell and the taste of tobacco that stuck on his tongue without his permission. It must have been that element exactly since, he couldn't see any other reason why he would walk up to that man and purposely force his tongue down his throat.

It was unthinkable.

He remembered long ago, when he was still a normal kid (well, as normal as Izaya could still be). He had listened to his mother tell him and his sisters a story. At the end or even during it, he had responded with disgust- no, that wasn't the word. Anger? No. Pissed off?- yeah, pissed off worked. He'd been pissed off at people who had been victims of humanly unconditional, illogical, irrevelant, selfish, disturbing, and "what is up with jealousy? Do they have to be such idiots over love? The fuck happened to self-esteem?"

It had been the anger that had gotten hold of him when he had heard stories of martyrs, of love's tenderness and its fucking love-making. Like hell, he'd say in his mind, would I ever end up like that!

Fuming, he had just given up on romance at that time. Romance? Oh, he hated the word.

But it was a positive advertisement- a fucking sunshine in human's eyes so he'd tried to get used to it. To adapt to all the loving that happened around him. He'd pity them in his mind, smiling while giving them his malicious looks and say: "Oh, aren't you lucky, babe?" but inside, love's image had been tarnished by the stain people's ideal of it had left. And it continued to irritate him.

He wasn't an oblivious idiot. The feelings sorting their way out of his little cage bubble had not been exactly noticeable but now that they were in stark view and highlighted with the attraction, the heat on his throat and the warmth on his cheeks (and he wasn't blushing, at all.) were entirely not too hard to decipher. He was a genius for a reason. He didn't take time in deducing because he'd never deny anything even if it was as unpleasant as it could get.

Like, tonight, seeing Shizuo out in the open with street lights lightening his features and shadowing the outlines of his eyes, nose and everything had just taken his breath away. He had tried to be unsurprised by his reaction. He'd never had the wind knocked out of his system like it did tonight. Again, it was unthinkable.

Unpleasant- how those realizations just came to bite at the calmer areas of his brain and turn them just as agitated as the rest of the areas was not something he wanted or enjoyed.

He accepted it, sure since he didn't like killing himself just to deny the ringing bells in his head, but seriously, he wasn't ever going near that person.

Nope, never making that mistake ever again.

-0-

Izaya trusted his luck very much, and with gritting teeth, he sat in his office chair wondering why it had suddenly kicked and betrayed him so openly like that.

He could have guessed that it must have been because of his questionable behavior that Shizuo had felt the need to pay him a visit, but there was no need for that. The man never liked him and just looking at Izaya's face, Shizuo assumed a look that demonstrated pained hatred. Either way, when Izaya saw him enter his office while breaking open the door, a strong, strange and unfamiliar feeling took over his chest. As if blowing breaths near his heart, it kept pressing its prescence deeper.

"Well, this is a surprise." Izaya moved his feet from on top of his office table and shifted in his chair, looking up at the man with an easy smile. "I never thought you'd ever visit me, Shizu-chan. Honestly, I'm honored."

His voice was dripping with heavy sarcasm as he stared hard into brown eyes. Izaya never liked them. They were too assessing in their depth.

"Now, not like I'm refuting to the idea." he says while standing up from his chair, and walking towards Shizuo. "But I feel slightly disconcerted that my door has been ripped apart. Couldn't you have taken the civilian road and knocked?" He tsk'd with a shake of head, noting the clench of Shizuo's fist by his side.

"Izaya," the word wasn't unfamiliar coming from Shizuo but the tone, the voice, the way his name was said; was. Izaya felt exactly as he had mentioned before: disconcerted and not because of the door exactly. Though, it would probably take some troublesome calls, it wasn't the worst for Izaya. This, however, was completely unacceptable. Shizuo never called his name like he was starting a conversation. It just wasn't like him. And he wasn't feeling up to facing the incoming speech - probably because he was a sly coward - and bit out a harsh laugh.

"Seriously, Shizu-chan. I know how oblivious you really are." He remarked with eyes shining mischievously. "But I can't take responsibility for what I might do." He raked his eyes down and up slowly in an obvious motion before he smiled up at the blond, cruelty brimming to the surface. "If you enter enemy territory."

He said the last line dangerously, warningly- in a sweet, acidic whisper that left no doubt of what entailed in the sentence.

Shizuo didn't seem bothered by his words, only raising eyebrows up with a look a distaste or was it deep contemplation? before his hands lifted and clutched Izaya's arms tightly. He held a blank expression on his face, being so quiet and calm, it just seemed so (mesmerizing) curious that Izaya could only stare back in slight surprise.

Then, the blond leaned in; his face so close that Izaya wanted to reach out and touch. "You've entered Ikebukuro territory many times, and have survived up until now. I think entering your territory wouldn't kill me." was said in a low voice that almost made Izaya shiver. He blinked in shock at his own body's responses and scrutinized the man's face, searching for a reason why he was the way he was.

"True," He said, almost failing to quirk his lips up, his voice taking a shaky turn. "Though, there's one problem, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo tilted his head, hands slipping away from Izaya's arms.

Izaya smirked, confident again as he leaned up, eyes roving over Shizuo's jaw before coming to meet those raging, unpleasant eyes. He let his voice go breathy as he whispered:

"You can't run away."

It was at that moment that Izaya recognized the true feelings hiding in those brown eyes as they revealed right in front of him when he finished whispering those words and realized that he wasn't the only big, bad wolf in this office. But before he could think about what he wanted to do with that detail, arms gripped around his waist and held him tight before lips were descending on his own. He tried, he really tried, he had his eyes wide open as he felt the unexpected kiss but the sound that erupted from his chest was too urgent - and unfortunately, too telling as he felt his mouth pressing back into Shizuo's without permission of his mind.

He couldn't help but put hands on Shizuo's shoulders and immediately regret it because they were hard under his palms and somehow, he knew he liked the hardness, the shape of it. His imagination was already running wild as he clawed the shoulder and put caution out the window, pulling both of their bodies closer as he licked at the lips attacking his, he lured them in before delicately putting them back in his mouth and intertwining their tongues together, lapping at each other with a hiss while his hands moved aimlessly. God, he couldn't help it, he wanted more and more.

"Shi-kh!" He pulled away from the intoxicating mouth attaching to his because that just wasn't enough and grabbed at Shizuo's collars forcefully. The damn things were hiding the freaking man's neck. He knew exactly why he wanted to burn these clothes now. They were much too complicated for him to take off on his own. And if Shizu-chan didn't compromise with him, he swore he could rip the thing apart. In fact, he was already ready to do it.

"Be careful."

A hand came up and unbuttoned the first one, agonizingly slow that Izaya had to look up and stare.

The man was fucking calm. Infuriating.

He took the man by his collar and pulled, bringing them closer so he could tilt his head, lift his feet up, and press his lips on Shizuo's. He noticed his breathing wasn't compromising with him and all he wanted to do was cry in frustration at this rather human phenomenon yet it was just as fascinating as any experiment because finally, this was lust. He hadn't ever been a victim of this emotion, hadn't felt the need to find more about it because it was just a sexual reaction, entirely up to the body. And biology wasn't the one that interested him.

But now, he found that if not for Shizu-chan, he wouldn't ever be able to kiss or tongue some other person. These reactions seemed so exclusive, so provocative and much too stimulating that he wouldn't do this with anyone but Shizuo Heiwajima. There was no other way to explain it except for that certain "spark" that humans talked about and right this moment, he couldn't have felt any more human.

Biting, he found was an entirely cruel yet exciting action. When Shizuo bit him on the lip, the sensitive response was him being more turned on than he thought he already was. The heat consumed his belly without a warning, crossing from his groin to the upper regions, making him hot all over. The tinglings were roaming around with his belly with more than a little something and he was too into it that he didn't even notice Namie entering his office, until she coughed.

Shizuo pulled away abruptly when he heard the noise but Izaya couldn't care less about the stupid woman. He was having too much fun right now and he didn't want anyone to disturb them when all he needed was Shizuo's heat.

"Izaya-san, I think our door has been injured." Namie commented offhandedly, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

Shizuo left before Izaya could moan and bitch about his human lust and that was fine. That gave him some time to calm down and not be such a girl. Unfortunately, Namie wasn't finished with her humor yet (which wasn't funny at all, by the way). After she watched Shizuo go, her eyes turned back to Izaya with a pleased smirk.

"I was worried a dog might have intruded on you but, guess I didn't have to worry." She walked inside, putting her purse at a table without looking. Izaya sat back in his chair and swirled it around so he would not face her. "I never knew cat and dogs could get along so much. I always thought cats hated dogs for being disgusting and dogs were just too loyal to their master to associate with cats."

Izaya wanted to glare at her, tell her she was fired but kept it in, fuming inside. "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised. Some cats and dogs get along well sometimes."

"Oh. I've heard about those." she said in an innocent tone before the hint of smirk fell away.

"Shizuo, huh?"

Izaya put his head in his hands, letting some of his urges out with a sigh. "Yes, Namie-san, you don't have to tease me about it. It's very cruel."

"I'm not being cruel, Izaya. I just pity you." She teased. "Like you pity me."

Izaya froze for a moment before a bitter smile slipped on. He swirled his chair and stared at Namie's avenging eyes. "I never pity anyone. I love you all."

Namie just smiled, looking dry and happy (in an evil way). "Of course, me too."

A/N: Why am I stuck? I don't know. I've just never written lemons before and when I do, I suck at it. So, please don't comment on the cliche cut-off. It just had to happen or else, you'd have a LOOONNGG, and dissatisfying chapter.