Arc Two, Chapter Thirteen
"Fucking stop jumping to fact that I'm not enjoying it, just because I freak out or something. It's called progress, damn it!" Shizuo yelled as he stabbed the cooking knife into the cutting board, slicing the poor board in half. Not like he'd ever done it before. Sure, had sex once, but that didn't really count. Izaya wasn't in the right mind.
Izaya laughed at Shizuo getting so angry over his accusations. Really, he only did this to piss off the blonde, which never failed to work. He stood up in silence, grabbing the butter knife on the coffee table, and walked up slowly behind Shizuo. His hands felt better when they were bandaged properly, especially holding a knife in his pale hand.
The ravenette wrapped his arms around Shizuo's chest from behind him and leaned up to kiss the back of his neck. "Have you always been this experienced with cutting, Shizu-chan?" Izaya slipped the knife under the front of the man's shirt and cut the fabric. "You call it progress, I see no progress." He bit the back of his ear.
Shizuo's breath hitched when he felt Izaya's lithe arms wrap around his chest, and he muttered incomprehensible words when he felt the kiss to his neck. Fuck, he knew he should've picked up the damn butter knife when he had the chance. "My shirt!" Depression rising; he really liked the v-neck shirt, they looked nice on him. "I don't know, okay. We'll do it when it feels right. You're just more confident than me. I fucked up once before, I'd rather not go through that again. Look, before you lost your memory, I did something really fucked up. You even tried to take my damn cat as a way to mess with me."
"Well now, you haven't mentioned that bit before. It would've made a huge difference. You can't hide that from me, I'd figure it out eventually. And what was this unforgivable thing Shizu-chan did?" They already hated each other, Izaya was rich, and he was the one who always fucked over Shizuo. So, what could possible make Shizuo gain the upper hand? He lowered his hands to Shizuo's belt and unhooked it with the knife, feeling Shizuo tense. "That's in the past. When I return my memories, I'll think of this...now." He raised his other hand, cupping Shizuo's neck.
"Izaya, just don't," the blonde pleaded before he pushed the flea off of him and redid his belt. He finished touching up the soup and closed the lid to let it simmer. "You can't just…force yourself on the other and think it's fine. It doesn't work that way. I'm saying no, and that means no, I'm fine with how everything is."
Izaya rolled his eyes. He began to wash the dishes, thinking how unfair Shizu-chan was being. He barely paid any attention to him, and if he did, he had to force him. If only Shizuo wasn't stronger and indestructible, he could finally get what he wanted. But, that's what made Shizuo unique and lovable. "You can't tease me and expect me not to react." The ravenette pouted, washing the dishes angrily, almost breaking a few plates and cups.
"I wasn't teasing you; I was kissing you! And don't you forget that you're the one that stuck your tongue in my mouth, not the other way around. I don't have an issue with kissing; it's when you want more than that!"
Izaya ignored the beast, still reluctant to understand what the big deal was; kisses and sex didn't leave a big impact on him. "You say that you don't have much confidence. Why, Shizu-chan? Don't I always tell you you're entertaining?" Entertaining was the equivalent of a compliment to the informant.
The blonde slumped down into a chair, staring at the ground. He needed a damn drink; talking to Izaya was like talking to a fucking wall. "Fuck it, calling me entertaining just makes it sound like I'm a fucking toy of yours that you can throw away when you're bored with it."
Izaya smirked. "You're acting like a little kid. I never said that's my definition of entertaining." He finished cleaning the dishes and put them away in the cabinets. The raven walked over to Shizuo and sat down beside him. "You're not my toy, Shizu-chan. I have too much fun with you to throw you away. I could predict Donnie, but I can't predict you." He leaned down and rested his head on Shizuo's lap. "Why are you so afraid of hurting me?" He asked, besides the fact that he recently cut himself in the bathroom.
Hazel eyes looked over to stare into a pair of auburn eyes. "I always hurt people that I care for. Did it with Kasuka, Shinra, my parents, it's something that I'm scared of. I'll always be." He reaches a hand and gently touched Izaya's soft lips with a finger. "Just keep forgetting how fragile people can be."
"Humans are fragile, aren't they?" Izaya kissed his finger. He reached up to cup Shizuo's cheeks and brushed the light hair out of his eyes. His heart beat so fast, every time he was lucky enough to share these moments with Shizu-chan. How was it that Shizuo was the only person who could make him feel this way, the same man who hurt him the most.
The bodyguard's face heated at the simple kiss. "I don't understand why you're so willing to give yourself up. I mean, you've only been living in my place for a bit, maybe a month. It's not really enough time." He sighed loudly before leaning back into his chair. "Flea, you make everything harder than it has to be," he complained.
Izaya giggled. Shizuo was so mad! It was hilarious. Or maybe he was more confused than angry. "Is that you're sweet and hot not a reason that will suffice?" He moved from his own chair onto Shizuo's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Besides, where is the fun in not having a 'louse' around to terrorize you?"
The blonde reluctantly wrapped his arms around the slender torso. "You tire me out," he muttered, "you run around, have all this energy, come bouncing around to terrorize me, prank me, boss me around. We're not even married and you act like my damn wife." The blonde moved down, burying his face against Izaya's stomach.
Izaya looked down at Shizuo cuddling against his chest and ran his hands through his hair. "Maybe we should get married then." Izaya joked, although somewhere deep inside himself, he was completely content with the idea. He closed his eyes and brought one arm over them to block the lights. "Maybe you're too used to Mairu and Kururi, because I don't think all wives act like me. If they did, cities would be in chaos. Could you imagine?"
"No, women are worse. I've seen how Namie acts; she nags and nags you to do your work, and you give her a hard time, and she starts yelling at you. I don't think I can deal with all that nagging like you can." The blonde inhaled deeply before he sat up and gently pushed Izaya off of him. "I'm going to get a drink; I'll come back when I buy a bottle of whatever I'm in the mood for. Soup will be done in a bit, if you get hungry," he enlightened as he slipped on his shoes and wandered out the room.
Izaya shrugged. Anger amused him, same with any other human trait. He was Namie's boss, so in the end, she'd listen to what he had to say. "And you are the one calling me the lush?" Izaya muttered when Shizuo left. He wasn't in the mood to eat anything. Actually, it was rare when he was willing to eat anything besides ootoro. "But nevertheless," he waved his hand, talking to himself, "go buy your booze." He stood up and walked to the bedroom to undress himself, throwing the silk robe in the hamper, "it's a shame that blood stains."
Shizuo returned to the hotel room after he picked up two bottles of rum and coke, something hopefully Izaya would drink. He looks around for the flea, stopping when he heard the shower running. He set the bag down on the dining table before making his way to the bathroom, just wanting to check on the other man. The blonde walked in without knocking, and his face turned beat red at the sight. He forgot the showers used clear glass instead of a plain curtain. The bodyguard couldn't help staring, but the poor man quickly ran out when he felt a nosebleed coming.
Izaya guessed what just happened by the way the door opened and closed abruptly. He laughed, finishing the shower and dried off somewhat before changing into one of Shizuo's shirts, and nothing else. His shirt was as long as the robe, except it was more baggy and there were sleeves on it. He walked out to find Shizuo holding a paper towel to his nose. "Aaah Shizu-chan, we're both bleeding. Can you bandage me again?"
"Give me a sec," he told him. He checked to see if his nose was bleeding anymore and tossed out the tissue when he saw it wasn't. That problem was embarrassing; he never even knew he got nose bleeds until he met Izaya. He turned to face the raven, nearly spitting out his drink at what Izaya was wearing, or more like not wearing. He was damn lucky that his shirt was long enough to cover him up, at least. He led the other man to the couch and cleaned the wounds once more, bandaging them afterwards. His hazel eyes slowly looked down as he wrapped the small hands, snapping his head back up. Okay, it only covered when he was standing, not sitting. The blonde promptly stood after he finished the job, pouring two bowls of soup.
Izaya smirked as Shizuo cleaned his hands; he was so gentle, it was unexpected coming from a monster. "What's wrong, Shizu-chan? Is this too revealing? I'll change into something more... concealing." He skipped off to the bedroom to find a leather outfit that he packed in his suitcase. Oh, thank the imaginary lord he didn't forget it. He was beginning to wonder if the only clothes he packed were sensual ones. Oh well! It was fun. He kept the white shirt on, wrapped a black tie around his neck, and buttoned a leather jacket. He slipped on leather gloves over his bandages hands, and latex shorts. For the accessories, there was a short whip and a black PVC hat. "Shizu-chaaaaan, is this better?" He strode towards him, biting a part of the whip as he went.
The innocent man made the mistake of taking a bite out of his soup when he turned to look over to the voice, and it sure didn't take him long to spit his food. "What are you wearing!? That's worse than being naked!" He wasn't sure if he should've punched the man, threw something at him, or change him into something that didn't have a sex appeal. Why couldn't Izaya wear a fucking shirt and track pants, was that too much to ask? He was torn between the choices on what to do...To be honest, he was more tempted to strip the man naked. No, second thought, that would only give Izaya what he wanted. "Go change...if you don't, I'll strip you myself."
"Ohhh is that a threat or a promise Shizu-chan?" He tied the whip around Shizuo's neck and lead the man into the bedroom, like a dog on a leash. "Strip me naked then. You don't expect me to sleep in these tight, uncomfortable clothes do you? That's just cruel! Or would you like me to get the handcuffs?" Izaya was serious about the handcuffs, he brought those along too. "Seriously, I'm bored and tired. Plus my hands hurt so I can't exactly get this off myself."
"Seems like a personal issue." Shizuo grinned, "if your hands hurt that much, then you wouldn't have been able to put this on in the first place." He breathed out in surprise when he was pushed back on to the bed. His hazel eyes stared up at Izaya, their eyes locked as the flea hovered over his body. "You are one determined bastard," he said out loud. His breath hitched when he felt the flea rub up against him.
"And you're one will-powered brute." Izaya countered as he ground his hips against the frame below. He slipped his hands under Shizuo's shirt and massaged along his muscles. "Enough of this...I want you, and I don't care what my old self has to say about it. You even said that I'll probably go back to hating you, so why would it matter?" His tongue darted along Shizuo's jaw line.
Shizuo shook his head, not wanting any part in this. "Look, I'll undress, but I'm not doing anything more than that." It would seem that wasn't really enough for Izaya. The blonde sat up, pushing the flea away from him. "Just stop it, okay. You try so fucking hard, when you don't need to. I don't want you, and sure as hell not in these dumbass outfits. I'm a simple guy." He stared at the raven-haired man and sighed. "Come on, I'll help you out of the outfit," he offered on his own will. At first, he had no idea how Izaya got the damned outfit on in the first place. He took the top off first, being careful not to catch the bandages on the hands.
To his demise, he undid the tight shorts, being careful not to rub against Izaya's crotch. The blonde looked away so he wouldn't have to look at his flea naked, and the man scrambled off to go get him something to wear. He comes back and handed Izaya his only pair of pajama pants he brought for the trip. "Here, you wear this; they'll be a bit big, but at least you'll be comfortable in them," he informed him and turned his head when Izaya went to put them on. He thought about it for a moment before he slips his shirt off and hands it over to the other man. "It gets cold at night, so a shirt would do you some good."
Instead of the heartbreak Izaya felt originally, he realized the amount of love Shizuo displayed. Even when he undressed him, he demonstrated the care through his actions. Izaya threw his gloves, hat, and whip to the side, and pulled the shirt over his head. "You didn't need to strip for me, Shizu-chan," he attempted to lighten up the mood for once, "your body can keep me warm, ne?" He held on to Shizuo's strong forearms and dragged him down to lay beside him. The info broker quickly and peacefully fell into a deep sleep.
As he fell, he fell deeper, and darker in his unconscious mind. Izaya had realized emotions he kept locked away for the past few weeks, hidden by an innocent man. The feelings of love, hate, rejection, and the god complex he had completely forgotten came rushing back. He knew more about humans than most. Yes, he had studied them every day, watched their every move. That's right; he saw who they really were. Everyone, every single human being was capable of destroying someone's life. There came a point in everyone's life where they altered another, even by the most simple comment. Humans were rotten, it made their juicy drama interesting. They never ceased to bore him. The informant was now aware of the demon locked inside himself. He remembered the way he destroyed humans, even by the click of a button.
Oh, the internet! What a beautiful piece of technology! It's what he specialized in, watching drama spiral out of control from the sidelines. He always considered himself the closest thing to god. Whatever twisted version of a god that was...more like a puppeteer, or the king on a chess board.
Yet, there was one man who always stood in the way of all his precious plans. He spent years trying to crack this blonde. The brute was insanely stupid and easy to anger, but somehow, he never managed to trap him in any situation. For that exact reason, he could not love this man. Man? No, Shizu-chan was a monster. He thought so even after days he spent with him, unaware of these memories. What kind of puppeteer loved his pawns anyways? Blood red eyes stared at Shizuo's sleeping face. He contemplated slitting his throat right then and there, but he had a better thing in mind: emotional pain. With that, the ravenette packed his bags and left.
AN: First of all, sit down...it's not the end of the story, LOL. I've been extremely busy lately and I got a job at Walmart. They give crazy hours, even when I asked for part time. Anyways, there are a bunch of chapters coming up. Thanks for sticking with the story!