Quick author's note before you read on (longer note at the end). I've had to up the rating on this due to popular demand for a real sex scene xD So enjoy!

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Ritchie fell back into a routine lifestyle. It was fairly similar to the last one she'd followed, spending most of her time with Izaya – only now it often ended up with them making out and then occasionally leading up to sex.

She sometimes wondered if the attraction was as mutual as she'd thought. Whereas Izaya was generally quite compliant with their physical activities she always seemed to be the one who was instigating them. She felt like this should have bothered her but it didn't. She was getting what she wanted out of the deal. And Izaya didn't seem to have any complaints either.

Their newest 'arrangement' came with a few grievances. Some of the smaller ones being that Izaya was constantly trying to hold her hand and now seemed to think he had the right to keep messing with her hair. This annoyed Ritchie because she knew they were little things he had no interest in. He had some other motive for every move he made and Ritchie was pretty sure that his primary purpose was just to infuriate her further.

A bigger annoyance came about when Sei invited Ritchie out to a nightclub with a group of her friends. Ritchie had happily agreed to it – the last time she'd been out, not including the club she worked at, had been on the bar crawl. She'd concluded that this was far too long ago. Izaya had been taking up too much of her time.

So far she'd had three and a half different guys try to dance with her (the one only half counted because he was so drunk he'd then tried it on with another guy immediately afterwards). This had been awkward to deal with.

She wasn't the most sensitive of girls but she still didn't agree with cheating. Although her relationship with Izaya was hardly an emotional one it was still official whichever way you looked at it. And grinding with some random guys definitely counted as cheating in her opinion.

But it was hard to give these guys a reason to get rid of them in front of Sei – especially since the first two had been really cute – when she still hadn't told her friend a thing about her new boyfriend. She knew that she wouldn't approve. The only thing she'd ever told her about Izaya was from when they'd first met, at which Sei had firmly told her to stay away from him.

Yet funnily enough Sei seemed to be her saviour tonight. Every time some guy had tried dancing with her Sei had either forced her way into the middle or had pointedly dragged her off to the bar.

It was almost as if she knew Ritchie wasn't looking to pull anyone. Ritchie was grateful and didn't question it. If she did she was sure that she'd still end up having to explain why she didn't want any new dance partners.

While they were finishing off their next drinks at the bar Sei was busy texting someone on her phone. "Do you fancy moving onto Pulse after here? Reita's out with some of his friends; he said they could meet us there if we like."

"Sure," agreed Ritchie. Reita was Sei's boyfriend and a hilariously bad dancer. "Sounds like a laugh!"

However, after moving onto the next club and meeting up with Reita's group everything suddenly became very clear. Sei, Reita and most of his group abruptly made excuses and disappeared off to either the smoking area or the bathrooms, leaving Ritchie alone at the bar with one of Reita's friends.

"So you're Ritchie, right?" he asked. "I'm Hanabusa."

Of course, Ritchie thought to herself. Sei was setting her up. That explained why she'd been unwilling to let any other guys near her tonight. She'd already had this planned out. Fantastic… It wasn't like Ritchie could hold it against her friend or this Hanabusa guy either. As far as they knew she was still available.

Annoyingly Sei had gotten Ritchie's type down to a tee. The guy was tall and quite lean with unkempt black hair, dark eyes and a smile that had undoubtedly broken a few hearts already. If Sei had introduced them sooner then Ritchie would have been perfectly happy with the situation.

The worst thing was that she couldn't seem to keep herself from comparing this guy to Izaya. They were both cut from the same build, his hair was virtually the same though maybe a little longer, his eyes were similar to Izaya's, his smile… well Izaya's wicked smirk had probably broken more rules than hearts, but there were definitely still more similarities than Ritchie would have liked.

Did that mean Izaya had been her type all along without her even realising it? Well she knew for certain she'd never tell him that. He didn't need anymore ammo to use on her.

"Yep, that's me," replied Ritchie, resisting the urge to add 'unfortunately'.

Now she was going to have to try and keep the conversation away from the fact that Sei was trying to match-make them. If she had to tell Hanabusa that she already had a boyfriend he would no doubt think she was lying, seeing as Sei was sure to have already told him that Ritchie was single.

Luckily Ritchie managed to keep the subjects of work and favourite clubs going until Sei returned – no doubt to see if her plan was running smoothly.

"You guys having fun?" she asked brightly. "I'm not interrupting, am I? Why don't you guys go and dance and I'll find Reita and the others!"

Highly unsubtle, as always. Ritchie sighed. "Actually Sei, I have something to tell you…" She turned to Hanabusa. "I'm sorry but I already have a boyfriend."

Urgh, she didn't even like saying it. She decided from now on she'd avoid using the b-word. Sei looked completely shocked whereas Hanabusa seemed sceptical. She was right – she knew he'd think it was just an excuse. But she was bagging on Sei's reaction for confirmation.

Her friend didn't disappoint. "Since when?!"

"Erm, I'm not sure…" said Ritchie truthfully, thinking it over. It was hard to tell – her days had seemed so mashed together lately. "About three… or four weeks ago maybe."

Damn. Had it really been a whole month? That was a scary thought. She generally didn't do long-term.

"So is this true or is this just an excuse you cooked up because you didn't like the look of me?" asked Hanabusa bluntly. He didn't seem particularly bothered by the idea but he still looked dubious.

"It's true. I may be a lot of things but funnily enough I'm not much of a liar," confessed Ritchie.

"So it's fine if I go and work my magic elsewhere?" enquired Hanabusa.

Ritchie shrugged. "Go nuts."

"Great. Well it was nice meeting you I guess." Hanabusa gave Ritchie a last parting wave before disappearing amongst the thicket of people on the dance floor. It was a shame really… He was very up front. Ritchie liked that.

She was then left with her friend, who she knew was going to start asking questions. "Plan failed," she said teasingly, in a poor attempt to distract her.

"Never mind that!" Sei waved the comment away impatiently. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend? Who is he?"

Ritchie sighed. "Okay, okay. Just try not to judge me too much, alright?"

But before she could explain she heard somebody shout, "Ritchie-chan!"

You have got to be kidding me, Ritchie thought as she whirled around. Sure enough, Izaya was making his way over to them with a huge grin split across his face.

"What are you doing? Are you following me?!" Ritchie accused.

Nobody had timing that good, unless they were a movie character. Even Izaya wouldn't have been able to time it like that without keeping tabs on where she was. Talk about an invasion of privacy…

"Of course not; this is merely a coincidence," said Izaya airily, casually slinging his arm around Ritchie's shoulders.

"Of course it is," Ritchie echoed, rolling her eyes.

Izaya ignored her and turned his gaze upon Sei, who looked completely lost by the situation. "You must be Seika Ueda. I've heard so much about you!"

"Really? I'm not sure I can say the same," replied Sei.

This was one of the things Ritchie liked about her friend. Sei wasn't quite as blunt as she was but some of Ritchie's attitude had definitely rubbed off on her lately.

"Oh, please forgive me. I'm Izaya Orihara – Ritchie's boyfriend," Izaya introduced.

He was being the figure of politeness – much in the same way as when he'd first met Ritchie. Ritchie rolled her eyes again. It was a complete farce. How could he expect anyone to buy that?

The politeness rolled right over Sei in particular. Her eyes narrowed. "Actually I have heard about you."

"You sound disapproving," noted Izaya. He seemed positively delighted by it.

Ritchie elbowed him hard in the side. "Leave her alone," she said warningly. She didn't want her friend to become involved in this.

"There's no need to be so violent, Ritchie-chan," said Izaya ruefully, pulling his arm away and rubbing his ribs.

"Just go and wait for me by the door," said Ritchie with a sigh. She knew she wouldn't be able to just get rid of him. And from Sei's response she had a feeling that her friend didn't want him around.

Thankfully Izaya obliged and disappeared again. As soon as he was out of sight Sei rounded on Ritchie. "Are you freaking kidding me, Ritch? That guy's seriously bad news – what are you thinking?!"

"I know, I know, I've heard plenty of stories…" Ritchie started but Sei cut across her.

"Did you know he once convinced a colour gang to attack one of Reita's friends because he was getting pally with Shizuo? He was in such bad shape that he ended up in hospital!"

Ritchie wasn't particularly shocked by this. She'd already heard plenty of similar stories regarding Izaya. The thing that was scaring her was that she wasn't really that bothered about it. These stories weren't anything to do with her.

When Ritchie didn't reply Sei continued. "Reita will kill him if he sees him here. He was really cut up when Fuji got hospitalised."

Ritchie shrugged. "Well if Izaya gets himself into trouble then that's his own fault."

"I told you to stay away from him," Sei sighed, bothered by her friend's blasé attitude. "What are you playing at?"

"I don't really know," confessed Ritchie. "It all escalated so fast… But I'm actually okay with it. He pisses me off a lot of the time but we have a good arrangement going on." She wasn't going to admit that to him though.

"Arrangement?" Sei raised her eyebrows.

"Relationship… Whatever you wanna call it," said Ritchie with another shrug.

"Sounds twisted if you ask me…" Sei muttered. "So does that mean you guys have sex and everything?"

"What do you think?" Ritchie said pointedly. Surely her friend already knew the answer to that.

Sei still looked appalled by the idea. She then lowered her voice, as if she didn't want to ask the next question. "Listen, I don't want you to get too deep into this… You're not… in love with him or anything, are you?"

Ritchie stared at her in amazement. The idea was so absurd that she almost laughed. "Bitch, please…" she said jokingly to try and lighten her friend's mood. Sei wasn't laughing though. "You already know I'm not the type to 'fall in love' with anyone… And certainly not with anyone like him at any rate."

Sei seemed a little happier with that answer but she still looked troubled. "Man, I just really don't get you… Aren't you afraid of him? He's done some really twisted things to people."

"Not really," replied Ritchie. She may have been once before but that was out the window now. "I don't think I'll ever get away from him though… Even if I tried."

"You're such an idiot," said Sei, shaking her head. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I can take care of myself," said Ritchie a little stiffly. She'd been able to handle Izaya so far.

"I'm gonna go and see where Reita and the others are," decided Sei, abruptly changing the subject. She seemed bothered by Ritchie's words. "I take it you're leaving with him?"

Ritchie bit her lip. "He'll probably stick around here if I don't."

"Right. I guess I'll see you around then," said Sei vaguely, leaving Ritchie standing at the bar on her own.

Ritchie sighed. She didn't really blame her friend for acting off, especially after what she'd just been told. Damn Izaya… Why had he had to turn up now? He probably just thought it was all in good fun.

"You have really shitty timing," she told Izaya when she found him by the entrance of the club.

"Does your friend not think I'm a suitable boyfriend for you?" asked Izaya, feigning taking offence.

"Can you blame her?" said Ritchie pointedly. "Why did you follow me here?"

"I was bored," said Izaya simply. That seemed to be his excuse for everything.

"Can you not function on your own?" Ritchie asked exasperatedly.

"Of course I can. In case you haven't noticed I was doing just fine before you came along," replied Izaya.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," grumbled Ritchie, feeling nettled.

"Don't be silly, Ritchie-chan. You know how much I enjoy having you around," said Izaya cheerfully. "You are my favourite human after all."

Ritchie sighed, ignoring his twisted compliment. "Can we just go now?"

"You don't wanna stay and dance or anything?" asked Izaya, looking disappointed.

"No, I'm not really in the mood," said Ritchie. The disapproving look Sei had given her was still on her mind.

Izaya sighed too. "You're being boring. Will you at least come back to my place rather than yours?"

"Yeah, whatever," agreed Ritchie indifferently. "Let's just go."

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Her mood didn't improve. Izaya quickly grew bored with her and ended up doing work instead, which left Ritchie to lie on the couch staring at her phone and hoping to receive a message.

She knew Sei was only looking out for her but she still didn't like that her friend was so disapproving of her. She'd never realised just how much Sei's friendship meant to her… She was probably the only person she trusted in this city.

Thanks to Izaya it was now likely to put a strain on said friendship. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd done it on purpose… To try and isolate her from her other friends.

Whether it was true or not (and she definitely wasn't going to put it past him) Ritchie decided she was going to try and make some more friends in Ikebukuro. The situation was making her realise that she could do with some more friends here, especially if Sei ended up not wanting to be around her.

"Are you going to mope all night, Ritchie-chan?" Izaya complained, watching her over the top of his computer. "It's not the same when you're not threatening me every ten minutes."

"You could be a bit more supportive, y'know," grumbled Ritchie, still holding up her phone and staring at it. "My only real friend here is pissed off at me because of you."

He didn't say anything for so long that she thought he wasn't going to answer her. But then she suddenly realised that he was standing right next to the couch, looking down at her. "What about me? Don't you count me as a friend, Ritchie-chan?"

"No," said Ritchie flatly, returning her attention to her phone. "I have no idea what I'd count you as."

Izaya took the cell phone out of her hand – who glared at him but made no move to retrieve it – and placed it on the table, out of her reach. "What about a lover?" he asked with his usual leer.

Ritchie pulled a face. He just made it sound creepy. "I don't like that either."

Izaya sighed theatrically and in one abrupt movement he had suddenly climbed astride Ritchie, straddling her waist. "Well like it or not, Ritchie-chan, that's how it is."

Ritchie couldn't help but feel her interest escalate. Izaya had never really initiated anything before – he'd always just submitted himself to all of her sexual instigations. Did that mean the attraction was more mutual than she'd originally thought?

She grasped at his sleeves to try and pull him down towards her. He obediently bent forwards and pressed his lips against hers. Ritchie deepened the kiss, running her tongue across his lips, all the while pulling him closer so that he all but collapsed against her.

In seconds she'd pulled Izaya's shirt off and her own quickly followed it into a pile on the floor, along with her bra. She was just unzipping his jeans when there was a peculiar jingling noise. It took her a few seconds to realise that it was Izaya's cell phone.

She groaned in exasperation and slumped back on the couch as Izaya sat up and answered his phone. "Hello? Ah, the Blue Squares? Yes, I think I may have some information on them for you…"

Before Izaya could even react Ritchie had snatched the phone from him and meaningfully told the caller, "Actually he's busy." She then clicked the off button and tossed it aside, where it clattered onto the table next to her own cell phone.

Izaya stared at her, taken aback for a few seconds, before his expression turned dark. He casually wove his fingers into Ritchie's hair, then pulled a little harder than he normally would have done. "Did you just cost me a client, Ritchie-chan?"

Ritchie knew he hated her trying to take control from him… But that didn't mean she was going to stop trying. "Well they did just interrupt us," she said pointedly, unfazed by the dangerous tone his voice had taken on. His mood swings were starting to become tiresome, rather than intimidating. "If they want you that bad they'll call back."

Izaya regarded her carefully, his fingers still fisted tightly in her hair. Eventually he conceded and gave her his customary wicked smile. "You're lucky I find you so interesting."

Ritchie took this to be a confirmative answer and went back for the waistband on his jeans. With his help she managed to pull them off, followed by his boxers. It didn't take much longer for her to lose her skirt and her own underwear.

She locked her arms around Izaya's neck so that he had no choice but to bow his head back down to hers. She pushed her tongue against his mouth, begging for entry. He obediently parted his lips and her tongue slipped past them, exploring the inside of his mouth.

Whilst Ritchie was busy tasting him Izaya was positioning himself above her, pressing his hardness against the now warm spot between her legs. They hadn't bothered with condoms. Ritchie had had the rod installed in her arm a few years back so she didn't have to worry about the thought of pregnancy. She was quite negligent when it came to the possibility of STDs – the fact that she hadn't caught anything yet lulled her into a false sense of security.

Ritchie pulled her legs up on either side of Izaya's hips, her arms still locked around his neck. The movement pulled him even closer and she felt herself burn with desire. She nipped eagerly at his bottom lip as he covered her body with his own, propping himself up on his elbows.

But he still withheld from entering her, which brought her desire to a boiling point. The need became almost painful. "Stop teasing me," she whispered harshly, running her hands across his shoulders and still trying to press him closer to her.

Izaya smirked against her lips. "You're so impatient, Ritchie-chan."

"Don't make me bite you," threatened Ritchie impatiently.

Izaya grinned. He didn't look like he believed her. "Is that a threat, Ritchie-chan? You can be so violent sometimes…"

"And don't you forget it," said Ritchie, nuzzling her face down along the side of his neck.

Izaya hesitated, obviously not expecting her to be so affectionate, then she sank her teeth into the soft skin just above his collarbone. He jerked in surprise, his hips ground against hers.

Ritchie grinned to herself. Had she found something that could provoke a reaction from him? She ran her nails down his back in sharp lines. A groan escaped Izaya's lips. Of course… The sadistic bastard liked pain.

She dragged her nails even further down his back, digging them in harder, then without warning Izaya suddenly bucked his hips and pushed himself deep inside her. Ritchie gasped and arched her back up towards him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him in even further.

She continued to claw at Izaya's bare back as he thrust into her, feeling the pressure build up deep inside. He sighed with satisfaction as she dug her nails in deep enough to draw blood. She ran her hands up along his back again and then wound them into his hair, pulling his face towards hers so that she could kiss him again.

It was getting harder to focus now with the sensations that were running through her body. Izaya's was breath was hot, mingling with hers, as this time he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Ritchie groaned happily. She pulled at his hair, rocking her hips against his as he pumped himself into her.

She could feel her need reaching breaking point. She dug her fingers into Izaya's scalp – his breath now coming in short bursts as she still covered his mouth with kisses and teeth marks. He gave one final, hard thrust inside her and everything seemed to break.

A half groan, half cry escaped Ritchie's throat as shockwaves of pleasure shot through her body. Izaya collapsed on top of her, gasping as his seed spilled into her. Once the tremors calmed she ran her hands against his now sweaty back, vaguely fingering the welts she'd scored with her nails.

"Okay… Maybe I am happy to call you my lover…" she eventually admitted between breaths, burying her face in his damp black hair.

Izaya managed a throaty chuckle. "If only I could always get you to agree with me this easily…"

Ritchie wound her arms around him properly. Her eyelids felt heavy as fatigue started to claim her. "Feel free to try…"

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Ritchie was roughly woken up the following day by somebody shaking her shoulder. She tried to roll over and found herself entangled in sheets. Confusion clouded her tired mind – she could barely even remember making it to the bed.

"What is it?" she grumbled, stifling a yawn.

She opened her eyes to find Izaya standing over her, wearing nothing but jeans. He looked disgruntled. "I've got to go and meet a client," he told her shortly.

"Oh… Can I at least shower first?" Ritchie asked.

"No. I've got to be there in twenty minutes."

Ritchie sighed. The walk of shame it was. She reluctantly sat up, looking for her clothes. She then remembered they were down in the living room. "What's up with you?" she asked. "Why are you so grouchy?"

"I'm hardly going to make a good impression looking like this," replied Izaya, still sounding annoyed.

Ritchie was just about to ask him what he was supposed to look like but then she really looked at him and suddenly understood what he meant. There were dark purple teeth marks just below his neck – they stood out vividly against his pale skin.

Ritchie bit back a laugh. With the low-necked shirts he always wore he wouldn't be able to hide it, even wearing his coat over the top. "Well you weren't complaining about it last night."

Izaya just made a non-committal noise and didn't say anything. Of course he was going to blame her for it. As he turned away Ritchie noticed thin red scratches stretching down the length of his back. She smiled to herself. There weren't many people who could say they'd left a physical mark on the infamous info broker…

And she was very much looking forward to doing so again.

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Author's Note!

Super long chapter is super long! And that's officially the first sex scene I've ever done so I apologise if it's a bit shoddy. I originally wasn't going to write a full one but people kept complaining about me cutting the last one short xD

As you can see I have some openings for new characters in the story. I could just invent more myself but I'd like to think it could be more fun if some of you have characters involved too. Now I don't want the trouble I've had with accepting OCs for my Soul Eater fic so my rules are gonna be stricter this time.

I'm only going to accept characters from faithful readers of the story. It doesn't matter if you've been reading from day one or if you've only just discovered the story today – as long as I can see that you really have read it properly. If you are interested then PM me and I'll tell you what I need to know.

I want detailed and realistic characters. I'll also state now that your character will not have a seriously major part – at most they will have a similar part to what Sei's had so far. It depends on how well they fit into the story. If I really like your character they'll recur more often.