Author's Note: This is just a filler chapter tonight, no real addition to the plot, just a little bit of sort-of smutty goodness to keep us all going until the next update.

I'm also in the middle of writing my own sort-of original work too! Well, it also fits in the 'Harry Potter' genre as it's set 'at Hogwarts' but all the characters and plot mentioned in them – aside from professors etc – are my own. Maybe some of you will like to read it when it's posted? I'm still not sure whether to put it here or on FictionPress – what do you all think?

One reviewer also asked me about my Tumblr, so I thought I would mention it here too. There are links to both of my blogs on my profile, though 'angryghosts' is more active than the other. You should send me a message or s/t and have a chat sometime!

Well, on with the update. I have something big planned for the next update, just you wait guys, just you wait. It's going to be good! ;-) /Kiwi out/

"A-ah!" Izaya couldn't rein in the little cry that twisted from his mouth. It seemed that lately he had trouble reining in anything when it came to the blonde monster now flush against him.

Shizuo had brought their lips back together again when their words had disappeared into the dark, the two clashing with that delicious pressure that Izaya delighted in. One hand had snaked its way up to Izaya's hair, fingers clenching around the raven strands and tug, tug, tugging, sending tingles burning down the informant's spine. This all seemed so natural now, touching him, kissing him, feeling that heat pressed tightly to his cool skin. Izaya wondered why they had never fallen into this before, this world of heat and touching and feeling, especially when it felt so fuck—

Izaya didn't really care how they were making their way through the apartment; all he cared about was getting more of that heat, of reaching the bedroom and falling into the sheets with the monster fused to his skin. His hands had slipped themselves under Shizuo's arms, reaching up towards the blonde's back, tugging at his clothes, digging in his nails. Izaya didn't really care when he felt the two of them bump against the doorway on their way into the bedroom; the stinging of the hard contact was lost to him, the trivial pain merely adding to the tingles firing across his skin. It was entirely different to what life had been like with Shiki, entirely different to what he had felt with his other lovers; it was dizzying, intoxicating, beautifully monstrous. There was no way he was letting anyone else have a piece of Shizuo again, this was his now, it all belonged to him.

"I don't remember you being this good before," Izaya chuckled, sprawling across the bed. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling in some erratic manner that seemed to match the patter of his heartbeat, "Have you been practicing just for me?"

Shizuo merely rumbled out a little growl in response, practically crawling up the bed after the raven to hover over him. Izaya laughed at that, he couldn't help it, but the husky little sound was promptly cut off by Shizuo's mouth pressing insistently onto his again. There was a roughness to his kiss, one that was distinctly Shizuo, one that Izaya knew he would always remember. It was hard and it was commanding, and yet there was that little hint of uncertainty too. It was something that told the raven that the brute still wasn't sure if he was doing this right, still wasn't comfortable with his abilities. If Izaya had been anyone else, or more truthfully if his pride had been less stubborn, he'd have sung Shizuo's praises until the sun rose if only to get the blonde to realise that he had some talent, that he knew just what to do to get his blood boiling, his trousers tightening.

The raven threw his arms up and around Shizuo's neck, letting out a series of pleased little mewls when lips that had been fused with his suddenly started trailing a line of heated kisses down his throat and jaw, nipping at the skin. His fingers curled tightly around the material of Shizuo's shirt collar, the sound of the blonde's low chuckle reaching his ears. Nothing else mattered outside of that world and those lips moving so deftly against his skin. The blonde's hands had started moving too, roaming down and under that flimsy fabric against Izaya's chest, and one cheeky little nibble at his neck had the lean man arching up from the mattress and into Shizuo's chest. The blonde seemed to find that really fucking funny, that chuckle ghosting into Izaya's ear again. The two of them rose then, moving up into a little seated position. Izaya tucked himself into Shizuo's lap, his arms still wrapped tightly around the blonde's neck.

Izaya slipped his other down between their bodies, fingering the buttons of Shizuo's waistcoat, his shirt. The blonde let out a little mutter of a moan of his own when lithe finger brushed against the exposed slither of his chest. Izaya couldn't help but find it a little amusing that their positions could switch so easily; Shizuo was the stronger one, he was the one to force Izaya down to the bed and take him, but Izaya knew what he was doing, he was the one who had to guide Shizuo through this little dance. Shizuo liked to think he was in charge, did he? Izaya would just have to show him and Shiki too, that no one kept him penned down. He was in control of himself, of everything he did. No one put Izaya Orihara in the corner, not even Shizuo Heiwajima and that smouldering kiss of his.

His hands rose to Shizuo's shoulders once all of the buttons had been opened, and slipped the shirt off of his shoulders, dragging it down his back and off, off, off of the blonde. He couldn't stop the little smirk that tweaked at his lips on spotting that all of his little marks still peppering Shizuo's neck, staking his claim. They varied in shade; the older ones had already started to fade, and yet the ones from just the previous day still stained his skin, standing out against the cool hue of the blonde's neck and collar bones.

"My, my, my! Look at all these dirty little marks," Izaya snickered, his tongue trailing a little path along the blonde's throat. "Well, I hope this will serve as a reminder to you Shizu-chan, you belong to me now~"

Shizuo didn't seem to like the sound of that, because he growled again, his brow crinkling in a little scowl. Izaya found the low rumble and vibration against his skin more attractive than he probably should have, but who cared anymore? It was mad, it was love, and he didn't care anymore. His lips were still twisted into a smirk, quickly mirrored by the feral grin now taking over Shizuo's face.

"You're the woman in this relationship," came the low response, "Damn louse,"

Izaya laughed again, and the two kissed once more, as if it were just the natural way of the world, just the way things were meant to be now. The blonde wasted no time in discarding the rest of their clothes after that, his hands and mouth moving with a new sense of urgency. It seemed like time crashed together when Shizuo's hands had lowered between his legs, when they kissed again, when he'd felt Shizuo himself fuse with him, joining him, completing him. They just flew through that world of heat and lust and delicious passion. Shizuo was rough, unbridled, and Izaya was quickly beginning to thrive on the low grunts and dirty chuckles that he managed to bring out of the blonde. The raven was sure that he'd be feeling it for days, his muscles aching with that delightful burn, littered with nips and bites and bruises. But Izaya wasn't complaining, not when the brute managed to tug mewls and moans and sharp cries from his mouth, not when he seemed to have all of his body figured out, not when he seemed to know just how to set it on fire over and over and over. He wasn't sure how long they'd moved together, how long they'd grinded and panted and cried for each other. Nothing outside of that world mattered anymore.

Well, if Shizuo kept giving him this heat, these lingering touches, that hard pressure against his leg, then Izaya didn't give a damn what he was in this relationship. Just so long as this feeling never went away again.

"U-Uhn!"

Shizuo knew it was late when he finally hit the mattress, rolling from where he had fallen onto Izaya, breaking their connection and sliding out of the raven's heated body. The city lights had lit up by now, streaming into the bedroom through the window where the curtains still lay open, and the sky outside was as dark as the hair of the man in bed beside him. He wasn't sure how late it was, how long they'd been at it, but the blonde quickly decided it didn't matter either way. It wasn't as if he had to be anywhere later, or even tomorrow. The weekend seemed to have rolled around at the perfect time.

His whole body sang with satisfaction, each muscle and fibre of his being was sated and tingling with that liquid gold, hot and content. The flushed face of the raven beside him seemed to say the same, and Shizuo couldn't help the little smirk that tugged the corners of his mouth at the site of the lean body beside him, eyes flickering shut. He half wondered how it had come to this, how he was suddenly so okay with something like this. Those thoughts didn't linger for too long, quickly pushed from his mind by the forceful approach of sleep that was rapidly claiming him.

Mere moments away from the comfort of sleep, the blonde wrapped his fingers around one of Izaya's slim wrists, tugging the other man into his chest and pressing a light kiss to the cool fingers. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was just some cliché notion of what lovers are meant to do, maybe it was because he wanted that body against his, maybe that didn't matter. The raven didn't say anything, or if he did, it was lost to Shizuo as he finally tumbled headfirst into a world of beautiful dreams.

Whoever would have thought it would come to this one day? Shizuo wouldn't have, but then, there always is a first time for everything, even for a monster like him.