When Izaya was casually observing Shizuo in the bathroom months ago and saw the length of his unerect penis that was one thing. One unforgettable, confusing, and kind of discouraging thing.

Feeling Shizuo's unfairly large erection grinding into his backside while he's trapped in Shizuo's arms having the back of his surprisingly sensitive ear mouthed at is an entirely different matter Izaya doesn't know how much more he can take.

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Shizuo is back in that dark, hot space. He still can't move and much like last time the Izayas don't seem to mind him any more than a piece of furniture and they tangle around each other - locked in a heated kiss with all of their pale skin on display.

As much as Shizuo wants to kiss them, being ignored is so strangely appealing that he doesn't want to do anything more than keep his mouth shut.

The Izaya on the left only humors the Izaya on the right for a bit before completely dominating the kiss, jostling the Izaya on the right's glasses and probably smudging them horribly. He deepens the kiss, sucking the other Izaya's bottom lip to coax them apart before dipping his tongue in.

Shizuo's attention slips from their beautiful faces by more movement from the Izaya on the left. He slides both of his hands up the Izaya on the right's sides, bringing out a shiver Shizuo couldn't have missed if he wanted to, before rolling his thumbs over the Izaya on the right's nipples. The reaction is instantaneous.

The Izaya on the right gasps and keens, arching his back to create a dangerously enticing curve. The Izaya on the left breaks the kiss just enough to whisper:

"Aw, Iza you're sooo cute. It's really a wonder how Shizuo's refrained from fucking you senseless all this time. It wouldn't be hard…" he breathes over Iza's lips before glancing up to make searing eye contact with Shizuo as he licks over Iza's lips long and slow.

"All it would take is a little touch and you'd be all his…" he purrs into Iza but maintains unsettling eye contact with Shizuo.

He turns his attention back to Iza, pinching his nipples hard to turn him completely boneless and easing him onto his back - a squirming mess that reminds Shizuo of the time he had caught Izaya months ago.

With Iza pinned under Izaya, whimpering and helpless to his roaming hands Shizuo can't decide who's place he'd rather take in the erotic scene.

Then, Izaya dips down to take Iza's cock in his mouth and Shizuo tries but he just can't see it - and Shizuo knows whose place he wants to be in.

Shizuo just can't crane his neck enough to see the entire picture the pair make, or maybe it's the inky haze of the room. Either way the tease of not being able to see enough is unbearable. Iza is nearing his climax while Izaya undoubtedly does wicked things with his mouth and Shizuo has to see it but the haze is getting too strong and Iza's face isn't even clear anymore - but the sounds are. The sounds are so clear, so real they hardly seem part of the dream. Each and every little moan sounds like it's being sung just for him.

And then Izaya fades into the background as Iza squeaks out "Shizuo!" small and desperate, and Shizuo is lunging forward through the darkness.

Only to find Izaya's already in his arms.

"Iza…?" Shizuo mumbles, voice rough with sleep, half of his brain still chasing his dream when he huffs a hot groan into Izaya's ear.

"Is everything okay?" He grumbles, feeling worry deep through the hazy edges in his mind when he feels Izaya shaking like a leaf in his arms.

He loosens his hold to pull back enough to look at Izaya's face but the moment he has enough room Izaya shoots out of his arms like a tight rubber band that's been released. Shizuo sits up in response, feeling the beginnings of panic creep down his spine.

Oh no, did I hold him too tight when I was sleeping? Oh god, I hurt him, didn't I-!

"I- I'm fine, it's just… I- just-"

It was then that Shizuo noticed the aching hard on straining against his pants.

"Fuck, Izaya!" Shizuo exclaims, equal parts mortified and afraid. His hands fly to his crotch to press down on his angry erection so hard it hurts - but not enough to make it go away.

"Izaya I- I'm so sorry! This isn't- I promise I'm not tryin' ta-!"

"It's okay," Izaya tries to laugh it off. "I'm a guy too. It happens. I get it." But his voice is shaking and his laugh sounds forced.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Shizuo knows apologizing won't erase what happened but he doesn't know what else to say. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or-"

"Shizu-chan. I told you it's fine." Izaya cuts him off, clipping his words short as he gathers his bag. "I, I have to go. I just remembered I have a test today anyway."

It's obviously a lie. Izaya doesn't even sound like he's trying to make it a good one. He runs out and Shizuo doesn't stop him, because this would be the worst possible time to be stubborn and barricade Izaya in the closet with him.

Shizuo can't exactly run with the state he's in and the fact that Izaya can makes it all the more embarrassing.

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Izaya can run because he does not have an erection. He does, however, have a terribly uncomfortable, sticky stain on his pants.

At the very least, he can be happy he wears dark clothes.

He feels an all-too-familiar shame as he rushes to the bathroom, and a little guilty for running from Shizuo like that.

But he absolutely could not allow Shizuo to see his pathetic state.

Absolutely inexcusable.

He locks himself in the nearest stall and berates himself.

Or tries to.

But Shizu-chan wasn't playing fair! It's all that beast's fault - I hate him!

What was I supposed to do?! I was trapped and he was groaning in my ear and it was so low and… and it was so hot and it's not my fault I didn't know my ears were so sensitive!

Izaya buries his face in his hands, feeling a familiar hatred for his body's sensitivity sting his eyes.

The bastard even had the audacity to touch my chest!

Izaya had already been aroused from his ears and the deep baritone of Shizuo's sleep voice that when Shizuo had unconsciously tightened his hold on Izaya and he accidentally dragged his fingertips and the fabric of Izaya's shirt over his nipples. That had been enough to send Izaya spiraling off the edge, accidentally squeaking out Shizuo's name and waking the brute up.

Oh god! Izaya bites his lip at the memory. I could feel the outline of his… and he was grinding into me!

Izaya has to admit to himself that it was good that he woke Shizuo up when he did, even if it was embarrassing. If Shizuo had continued Izaya would've been stuck and likely forced into overstimulation.

The idea of being held down and forced to take pleasure until Shizuo is satisfied aches more terrible heat stir in his abdomen, so Izaya chokes the thought down and locks it away.

After a long time of deep breathing and trying to clear his head, Izaya finally decides it's time to give up on today and head home. He has no idea how he'll face Shizuo tomorrow, has half a mind to try and avoid him, but Izaya knows he'll just be more miserable without him.

All he wanted was to enjoy some quiet time wrapped up in Shizuo's and his favorite blanket, maybe nap if sleep decided grace him while licking the bitterness of dark chocolate and almond pieces from his mouth. Courtesy of Shizuo's surprise Valentine's Day gift. Izaya hadn't even realized what day it was until Shizuo shoved a convenience store, heart-shaped paper box of candy into his hands.

Izaya hadn't thought to get Shizuo anything. He offered some of the cheap chocolates to Shizuo, who accepted but didn't seem to like them.

Izaya wonders what he's supposed to give Shizuo on The Most Awkward White Day Ever, but whatever it is, Izaya knows he has to give Shizuo something because Shizuo is almost certainly basking in self-loathing right now. Maybe even planning to avoid Izaya as a form of repentance.

Izaya will not allow his monster to hide from him.

A cliche box of strawberries dipped in white chocolate will be necessary.