A/N: I think it goes without saying that I rated this story M for a reason… this chapter is (at least part of) that reason so…
Thank you to my wonderful Betas, Blakeyel1ner and LucyValkyrie who are amazing and awesome and have some great stories as well. I couldn't have done this without them.
With that said, Enjoy?
"What the fuck are you doing in my house, flea?" The low, dangerous growl snapped Izaya's drooping eyelids up at once. Standing front and center before Izaya was the very monster causing him such confusion.
Shizuo's hair was a tousled mess, making it appear as though he'd just rolled out of bed. His missing shirt, that gave Izaya a tantalizing view of his well-proportioned torso, added to that I-woke-up-like-this look. Deliciously rumpled jeans that appeared to have been hastily put on completed the image all too well.
"I said, what the fuck do you think you're doing!" Shizuo yelled, clearly losing any patience he might have possessed a moment ago.
Dragging his eyes up reluctantly towards Shizuo's infuriated face, Izaya smirked. "I'm paying you a visit Shizu-chan!" he announced, gleeful even as Shizuo ground his teeth and his anger deepened.
"Like hell you are." Shizuo shot back, voice probably waking the neighbors. He took a menacing stride forward. As the distance between them decreased, the tension in the air grew. Izaya could almost feel it pulling him in, dragging him towards the monster. "What are you really doing here?" Another step forward. If Izaya had stretched his arm out, his fingertips would have almost brushed Shizuo's chest.
"Maybe I don't have a reason." Izaya suggested, fighting the urge to just reach out and give in to his desires now but he couldn't, at least not yet.
"Bullshit." Spat Shizuo, "You always have a reason!" Of course I do Shizu-chan but I honestly can't tell you that. When Izaya didn't respond, Shizuo took yet another step towards him. They were almost nose to nose now, the position testing every bit of the will power Izaya had never possessed.
When Shizuo opened his mouth again Izaya couldn't help but lean backward ever so slightly, expecting the beast to yell again but instead all he got were the whispered words, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Too late to turn back now, ne?
"Because I need this as much as you do," Izaya hissed, face flushing, desire hot and heavy on his tongue as he itched to be closer while at the same time forcing himself to stay still.
"Fuck." Shizuo muttered through gritted teeth. Before Izaya could fully grasp the implications of that single interjection, the monster pinned him to the counter with one hand and with the other dragged his head forward into a rough, demanding kiss.
At once, Izaya gave into the action, tilting his head back and allowing the beast to do as he wished, drinking in every sensation like a starving man. The hand pinning him to the counter moved as Shizuo pulled him closer, claiming the raven as his own. This shouldn't be happening, Izaya thought dimly while the monster sucked roughly on his tongue, leaving the remnants of nicotine imprinted on his mind. But I can't help but let this happen anyway.
As Shizuo trailed ravenous, hard kisses along the informant's neck, nipping and licking at the skin, dipping into the crook of his collarbone to find the mark he'd left the day before, Izaya let his head rest on the brute's shoulder, unable to do more than shudder. He clung to the beast and moaned softly into warm, tanned skin. Each touch of the monster's calloused fingers as they slipped over his abdomen and traced his spine, seemingly unable to get enough, had the raven coming apart, wanting more.
It was so human… The way Shizuo ran his warm hands over every inch of Izaya's skin, like he was imprinting it into his mind, felt so desperate, so hungry. Yet so perfect.
Those wandering fingers brushed against the hardened peaks on his chest, provoking a cry of pleasure as the informant's thin hands wove themselves in the monster's feathery hair. Everything he'd been feeling since that first kiss was spilling out now, translating into quick, shuddering breaths and gasping moans that reverberated around the close walls of the kitchen, intensifying the experience.
He could hear the beast's dark chuckle as he pinched one sensitive nipple and twisted, sending an arching need straight through Izaya that spread like wildfire. As Shizuo found the raven's mouth once more, tangling their tongues together in a desperate kiss, the informant felt his arousal growing, making his jeans too tight and the previously warm kitchen too hot to be comfortable. He wanted -no! Needed, the monster now and this game was only prolonging the inevitable.
"So talkative." Shizuo mocked darkly as he continued to abuse Izaya's chest, seeming to drink in every little whimper and groan it provoked from the lean informant. "Do you ever fucking shut up?"
Despising the self-satisfied tone of the blond's voice, the panting male hissed out, "Sh-shut up Shizu— A-ah!" His words ended on a loud moan that he muffled by burying his face in the brute's shoulder once more, hating himself for acting like this but unable to stop himself.
Swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, Izaya decided that he'd had enough of the teasing. Sliding himself forward on the counter, he wrapped one leg around Shizuo's waist and ground his erection against the blond's, desperate for more than just this game.
Like he'd been repelled by something vile, Shizuo backed up, stumbling slightly over himself in his haste to get away. As Izaya struggled to pull himself together somewhat, he examined the blond's face, confused and frustrated with Shizuo's obstinance. Clearly the beast was torn between wanting more and wanting a way out. Well there was only one answer to that question. The informant had gotten Shizuo where he wanted him and this time, he wasn't going to let him get away so easily.
Drawing swollen and glistening lips into a pout, Izaya narrowed his eyes and, with a slight whine, he asked, "Aw Shizu-chan, you aren't going to leave me like this are you?" Behind his words, there was a desperation he couldn't hide as well as he had hoped. I'm not in control.
"Why are you letting me do this? What the hell are we doing?" Realization dawned on Shizuo's face. "Oh fuck, you came here just to…" He flailed around for the word he was looking for and failed to find it.
"Just to what Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked, flicking a pink tongue across his lips and watching delightedly as the beast's Adam's apple bobbed at the sight. Oh he wanted Shizuo bad, but in this moment, he could afford to play with him for a bit.
"Dammit flea! Why are you doing this to me? I stayed home to avoid you! Why the fuck are you showing up here like this?" The strain on the beast's face was obvious as he clenched his fists, holding himself back. He wants me. Izaya thought, pleased. He just doesn't want to admit to it.
Deliberately, seductively, hoping what he was doing was driving the blond crazy, the raven slipped off the counter and took the two steps to where Shizuo stood, breathing heavily. If you won't give me what I want, I'll convince you then. "Who cares why I came here Shizu-chan. What matters is," Leaning forward into the beast, Izaya gave a slow, torturous roll of his hips against Shizuo's clothed erection and heatedly finished, "I want you."
"You bastard."
The string that had been holding Shizuo back snapped. Instantly he was pinning Izaya to the counter once more, kissing him hard. Victorious, Izaya moaned into the blond's mouth as those oddly gentle fingers found their way to the zipper of his skinny jeans and tugged down hard, brushing against the raven's arousal as they did so. Unconsciously he bucked his hips forward, desperate for more of that delicious friction.
Uncertainty apparently gone, Shizuo's hand dipped into Izaya's boxers and, fingers wrapping around the informant's leaking erection, he started stroking it roughly. If he hadn't been at the mercy of the beast before, the raven certainly was now, arching against his touch as his fingers desperately scrabbled at his broad, tanned back for purchase. This is what I wanted. The warm calloused hand that pumped his arousal was infinitely better than his own chilled palm, just as he'd known it would be.
As Shizuo thumbed the slit at the tip of his erection and was rewarded with a particularly loud moan, the half formed thought of 'more' solidified within Izaya's mind. This melting, boiling, delicious pleasure was addicting and he needed more before the spell was broken and he was shoved back to square one. We're just enemies, he thought unconvincingly as he palmed Shizuo's own erection, earning a groan from the larger man. We're just enemies who happen to turn each other on.
Mouth releasing panted breaths into the blond's ear and hands already struggling to undo the beast's jeans, Izaya desperately demanded, "I-I need you right—ngh, now."
He got a dark chuckle, one that sent arousing shivers down Izaya's spine on its own. "Ask nicely…" Shizuo all but purred into the informant's ear.
Closing his eyes to help fight back the whimpers that threatened to pour from his lips, the raven squashed the last remanence of his pride before snapping his lids open. Lust filled eyes locked on the beast, Izaya practically begged, "Shi-zu-o, please."
With an approving growl, Shizuo flipped the informant around, pinning him to the counter before ridding him of his jeans and boxers in one swift move. Kicking the offending material away, Izaya whimpered as the blond beast took his sweet time in freeing his straining erection from his jeans. The raven's eyes ventured downward and he couldn't help but gulp at the far too alluring sight that met him.
As if sensing his thoughts, Shizuo hooked a finger under Izaya's chin and lifted it so he could look the blond in the eyes. With his free hand, the blond tapped the raven's lips with two fingers, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Suck." He commanded.
With little hesitation Izaya parted his lips and latched onto Shizuo's fingers, sucking on them greedily, thoroughly coating them with saliva. It wouldn't be the best lube but considering the situation they were in, the raven highly doubted Shizuo would have enough patience to find better.
Besides, Izaya didn't have much patience left either.
When he'd deemed his fingers wet enough, Shizuo withdrew them, positioning them at Izaya's entrance. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, a last ditch attempt to throw some common sense into this quite illogical mess.
Impatience getting the better of him, Izaya snapped, "Hmm, I'm standing in your kitchen half naked with my ass in your face. Of course I'm rea- Ah-ah~!" He was abruptly cut off as one of Shizuo's digits pressed into him, robbing him of all mental faculties except those telling him precisely how foreign yet absolutely pleasurable the brute's actions were.
Shizuo started moving his finger, slowly acclimating Izaya to the intrusion in the most gentle way possible he could manage. Izaya forced himself to bite back a moan at the sensations hitting him all at once. The pleasure, the pressure, the slight sting and the unexpected vulnerability he felt. A few seconds ago he'd been to lost to his desire to really think about the implications of what was happening but now, the raven couldn't help but realize he was putting his life in this beast's hands and trusting Shizuo not to hurt him.
Soon, one finger was joined by a second, then a third. Scissoring his digits to loosen Izaya, Shizuo grunted, "God, relax, you're making this impossible," all the while peppering the back of his neck and shoulders with light kisses.
"I'm- Nngh~ Trying you idiot, I've never done this be—" His words were destroyed as Shizuo's probing fingers hit something within him that made him see stars. Moaning loudly, the raven rocked back on the blond's fingers, trying to bring that wonderful feeling back. "I'm ready!" he managed, turning to glare heatedly at Shizuo.
Withdrawing his fingers, Shizuo lined up with his now prepared entrance and caught Izaya's gaze for a moment before sinking into the tight heat. The raven's teeth actually pierced his lip as he bit down on it to keep from crying out in pain.
Seeming to notice Izaya's discomfort Shizuo whispered in his ear, tracing concentric circles in the raven's shoulder blades until he stopped trembling from the shock. Izaya couldn't help but marvel at how such a vicious monster could be so gentle. As he adjusted to the feeling of Shizuo seated inside of him, Izaya turned his head to the side hopefully and was rewarded with a sloppy kiss that tasted far too good.
"C-can I move." Shizuo's voice was strained and Izaya could hear the raw want in it slipping into his mind. His breath skittered unevenly across Shizuo's skin as he nodded, wanting as much, if not more, than his monster did.
Who cares about making good choices anyway?
Shizuo thrust into him and Izaya forgot his name. All his humans, all his games, his masks, his pride, the world, everything was tossed out the window as the entire universe became that one moment. Izaya choked on Shizuo's name as the beast started at a blinding pace that left him weakly clinging to reality. Whatever pain he'd felt at first was quickly and efficiently being wiped away by the ribbons of pure pleasure that streaked through his body, setting him on fire.
Shizuo's name became a mantra, overlaying the sound of sweat soaked skin against skin, rolling together in some sort of desperate dance that left the raven breathless. Tension built in Izaya's abdomen as Shizuo rocked against him, pressing open-mouthed kisses over his neck, shoulders, cheeks, and whatever else he could reach.
If I'd known this was inevitable anyway I'd have come a lot sooner.
Large, calloused hand finding Izaya's own weeping erection, Shizuo pumped him in sync with his own rhythm, sending wave after building wave of pleasure through the raven's slender frame. Speeding up, angling his thrusts differently, the beast hit something inside of Izaya that made him cry out shamelessly, loudly moaning for the blond to do that again which he did, perfectly.
The blood rushed through Izaya's body, the words they were saying were lost to motion, everything coalesced as Shizuo sped up, reaching his end. With a grunt of, "F-fuck!" Shizuo came, filling his insides with white as he bit down hard on the nape of Izaya's neck.
The delicious pain, coupled with the blinding pleasure drove Izaya over the edge after him, moaning his name as white splattered the front of Shizuo's cabinets. His vision almost went black as euphoria swept through him like a tidal wave, drowning any other thoughts Izaya might have possessed.
This is perfection.
The room was suddenly silent, save for their panted breaths and Izaya's satisfied purrs.
As the afterglow faded from Izaya's spent body, leaving only a deep satisfaction, the realization of what position he was still in sunk in and the raven flinched slightly. Moving slowly, probably brought back to reality by his movements, Shizuo pulled out of him and backed away, zipping up his pants and struggling to compose himself as he did so. Still breathing heavily, Izaya just leaned against the counter, content enough that he didn't want to move. Maybe I'll just fall asleep here, he mused drowsily.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The return of that gruff voice after listening to its deeper, more seductive side surprised Izaya enough that he opened his crimson eyes to turn and look at the blond who had uttered them. Shizuo was already lighting a cigarette, probably to calm down.
"Well Shizu-chan, I believe I'm standing half naked in your kitchen." He answered cheekily, grabbing for his discarded boxers with his toes and dragging them towards himself lazily. As he slipped them on, he chuckled slightly at the soft cough his words had earned from the beast.
"Well, you can leave now." Izaya froze in the process of putting on his wrinkled, black jeans. Shizuo had uttered the words in such a cold tone, he was surprised they'd come from the same person. Sure they were supposedly enemies but…
After this? Were they even enemies now? Enemies didn't usually have sex against a counter, right?
Didn't this merit a reprieve?
"Go on flea, get out." Shizuo groused, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring at the informant evenly. Hanging from his mouth casually, the cigarette sent smoke weaving through the room, adding a soft layer of haze to a setting that had suddenly turned cold. "It's not like either of us wants you to be here," he added.
Shaking himself, Izaya ignored the harsh stab of ice that hit him and instead finished buckling his jeans back up before smirking and saying, "I suppose you have a point there, after all, who would want to stick around in a place like this Shizu-chan." Biting his lip for reasons he didn't want to think about, the raven pushed the pain in his chest away resolutely and cocked his head at Shizuo playfully.
"Good. That makes two of us," he snapped. Face unreadable, Shizuo half turned and muttered tersely, "I'd show you the way out, but I think you already know the way."
Izaya couldn't help the look of shock at the continued callousness of the brute's words. He said them so easily, without a second thought, and it hurt. Here the informant stood, totally vulnerable, for once leaving his usual false façade behind and all Shizuo seemed to want was for him to leave. What was I expecting? He asked himself in frustration, hating his own weakness. Do I want him to care?
Maybe I do.
"Don't look at me like that you louse. It's not as if this changes anything. I still don't give a fuck about you." Shizuo spat, foot tapping impatiently as he ground his teeth together around his cigarette.
"I didn't expect you to Shizu-chan. How you feel isn't my problem, ne?" Instantly, Izaya wanted to take the words back. God, why was he acting like this, why did it hurt so much, why was Shizuo looking at him like that when all the raven wanted was for him to just—Just…
Do I even know what I want? he wondered unable to inhibit his own panic.
"So why don't you stop being my problem?" Shizuo growled, eyes flashing. "You came and got your quick fuck or whatever this was to you, now stop infecting my kitchen and get out!"
Quick fuck? Izaya wanted to yell a retort but all he could think about was how little this entire encounter had meant to the beast. I'm one to talk, he thought snidely at his own weakness. This was all just a game, right? A fun game, but maybe I took it too far…
Backing up slowly, the raven pushed off the ground and managed to drag his sore body onto the counter behind him. "Look at you, pretending to be human and everything. I'm impressed Shizu-chan."
"Feh, at least I'm nothing like you," Shizuo muttered, a nasty sneer curling around his cigarette.
"Well, good to know where I stand with you." Crawling backwards towards the open window, Izaya tilted his chin up, unwilling to admit defeat. I'm not defeated! But this felt remarkably like defeat to him.
"I suppose I'll leave then Shizu-chan." And because he had to have the last word, "I hope you enjoy cleaning up our mess."
Izaya's knees gave way beneath his tired body as he landed on the ground outside Shizuo's apartment. Crouching there, a small figure, shadowed by the building above him, the raven gave himself a few minutes respite before gradually rising to his feet. He felt bruised all over, physically and emotionally used.
What a time to throw yourself a pity party. God, this is just disgraceful.
Shaking his head to clear it, Izaya stumbled slightly before getting his balance and walking forward a few steps, dim thoughts of the rest of his day flitting through his head. I just made a mistake, I'm overreacting. It's just Shizu-chan getting under my skin, his words don't mean anything. Running a hand through his hair as if that would actually do anything for him, Izaya chuckled softly. "Only you could be so unpredictable, ne Shizu-chan."
The situation wasn't funny, far from it, but in the end, he'd gotten what he'd wanted, right? Generally speaking, that was really all that mattered. Who cared if Shizuo was pissed at him, that wasn't really anything new. Izaya's adverse reaction to his most recent verbal sparing match with the beast had been tied to the situation he'd been in, that was all. All that was left for him to do now was leave, content with what he'd asked for and nothing more.
"You've always brought out my worst," Izaya muttered, shaking his head and laughing under his breath.
Without looking back, Izaya turned in the direction he knew would take him back to Shinjuku and started walking, deciding to take pleasure in the muffled curses still coming from Shizuo's apartment, rather than regret their cause.
Honestly, he did feel satisfied...
A/N: I know my smut leaves much to be desired but hey, at least I finished it. Starting to feel the delicious angst yet?
*squeals in delight* I love it when a good story comes together. Now to business, the next chapter is already finished and will be posted probably sooner rather than later (just waiting for my betas!).
Until next time, bye bye.