Woo! Another update on the same day! This one is very satisfying. It's in Izaya's POV and it's basically Izaya doing dirty, flea-like things when Shizuo isn't around~
WARNING: As of now this fic is NSFW.
Enjoy!
Izaya
The sun was shining through the small crack between the fold of the curtains and the light blinded me as my eyes fluttered open. I didn't have to check the time to know it was early in the morning. As I laid there, my mind was still foggy and fought the urge of letting the bright rays that seeped through the window wake me up fully. Had I had my way, I could have laid there for days, but it was one of those uncooperative mornings where I found myself unable to drift back again into relaxing slumber.
A soft hum interrupted my semicoherant thoughts, and my bleary eyes squinted into focus the figure laying beside me. Without thinking, I shifted upright immediately, startled at the sudden realization that once again, I was sharing the same bed as the man who had become an even bigger nuisance since we started rooming together.
Not only that, but where the hell was my shirt?! My memory was still groggy from the night before.
I looked to my side and stared at him as he slept, immersed in the deepest of sleeps, unshaken by my sudden movements.
His hair was a mess. He slept with one arm slumped over, hanging off the bed, the other tucked under the side of his cheek. That very hand just so happened to be clutching onto the article of clothing I was missing…
I suddenly felt more bashful, not knowing if it were from sleeping half-naked next to Shizuo, or if it was because I finally remembered just how it had come to this; I wasn't functional enough last night to properly dress myself, and he had only managed to accomplish undressing me, that bastard.
I peered over him to examine him more closely. Only one of his legs was still stuck under the covers, which desperately clung on to the side of the mattress. I imagined he must have pulled them over us sometime in the middle of the night, as I saw that I had a layer of white sheets draped over me as well.
Despite the knowledge of him being an obviously restless sleeper, his face showed the most peaceful expression. His eyes were shut softly, the furrow between his brows was relaxed, and his mouth was slightly parted. His body was still, with the only exception of the occasional rise and fall of his half tucked-in figure to indicate he was still alive and breathing. I had never seen him so calm, I realized, a little surprised. I found that an unknown smile had made its way across my lips, as I watched thoughtfully over the overgrown kid. I immediately dismissed the idea that he could possibly be considered cute and frowned again.
Slowly, I leaned over him, careful not to wake him as my precise fingers pried the dark fabric from his grasp. Thankfully he didn't have his usual death grip on the shirt and it slid out of his hold without tearing the material.
I slipped it back on over my head, feeling better now, being completely covered and willed myself out of bed. I grabbed my phone and the pill bottle that I had set on the nightstand last night and crept into the bathroom, shutting the door softly, not to wake the sleeping beast.
When I looked in the mirror I wasn't surprised to see the fading red mark on the side of my forehead. It could have looked worse, I supposed, but it still sensitive to the touch.
Now that I had some light, I looked carefully at the pill bottle in my hand and studied the ingredients.
As I suspected, there was a high dosage of acetaminophen, along with some other antihistamines that had caused such terrible drowsiness the night before. It was in my better judgement to not test it again.
Damn Shinra and his smuggled drugs.
My phone lit up on the counter and speak of the devil, when I saw that I had received a new message from the very four eyes I had just been mentally cursing at.
"What could he possibly want at this hour..." I muttered to myself, unlocking the device.
Four Eyes: [ When you wake up, come next door so I can check you again :) ]
It was so annoying that I could hear the sing-song voice as I read it again. Rolling my eyes, I clicked the cell's lock button.
After I had brushed my teeth, I walked across the hall and tapped on the door a few times before my ever-cheerful 'doctor' opened it with a bright smile.
"That was fast," he beamed, and it was sickening how someone could be so lively at some ungodly hour in the morning.
"Yes, well, when your roommate snores like a vacuum," I exaggerated, stepping past him, "it's hard to not start the day forsakenly early."
He closed the door quietly, I noticed, probably because Kadota was still laying in his bed asleep.
"He's probably the hardest sleeper I've ever met," he chuckled behind me, assuming he was talking about his own roommate.
I felt the urge to complain about how restless Shizuo slept in comparison, but decided it was best to keep that information to myself.
I faced him. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, step in here," he said going into the bathroom and flicking on the light switch. I followed him. "Sit," he ordered, and I obeyed, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid.
He grabbed his light pen from his black medical bag and shined it in each of my eyes. "How's your head feeling?" he asked professionally.
"Fine," I lied, waving the bright light away.
He eyed me suspiciously, but I gave him a deadpan expression, hoping to get this whole ordeal over with. He started prodding at the swelling, and it was all I could do to hold back a wince.
"Well it's gone down quite a lot, which is good."
"Does that mean I can leave now?" I asked impatiently.
He sighed, expecting that I would be a difficult patient. "Izaya, as your unofficially unlicensed doctor, I highly recommend against going outside today. You need some rest, and you can't risk getting injured a third time.." He continued to rattle on about some other doctorly advice but I was too hung up on those last words.
A third time? How did he know?
Of course I should have expected Shizuo to be such an open book to his best friend. If only he knew the disadvantage he was putting both of us in. Now Shinra would start doing that creepy doctor thing and pry deeper and deeper into Shizuo's and my business.
I sighed. I would have to disregard it for now though, over thinking just made my head hurt.
"—seriously, Izaya, get some sleep, you look awful."
"That's not a very nice thing to say," I said disheartedly.
He rolled his eyes, knowing not to take me seriously as he rummaged through his bag once more. "Ever heard that it's better to be safe than sorry?" he said, and handed me a new pill bottle to switch with him. Hopefully these didn't have more unwanted side effects.
"Funny that I don't remember that phrase existing in my vocabulary," I lied through an innocent smile.
I knew it was for the best, but I couldn't afford to waste a day just lounging around by myself. Nonetheless, I gave him some peace of mind and told him I would think about it as I left to return next door.
"Mornin' flea," the blonde yawned, sitting up, stretching in bed as I walked into the room.
"I suppose it is," I said apathetically plopping down onto the other unoccupied bed.
He scowled at me. "And you said I wasn't a morning person."
"You're not a pleasant at any time of the day, protozoan," I corrected him.
He continued to glare, but changed the subject. "How's your head?"
I turned on my side to face him. "Perfectly fine," I said with a fake smile.
I was thankful he didn't bring up last night, and I most certainly wasn't going to admit that I had caught him cuddling with my clothes when he was sleeping. Even though it was perfect information to have for blackmail, I was fine with Shizuo forgetting last evening's events.
"You're not leaving this room," he decided.
I frowned at that. "So you say." I rolled over, staring back up at the ceiling. "As much as I appreciate your mothering, Shizu-chan, it's quite unnecessary. I'll be fine—"
"You're not leaving."
I felt my eyes narrow, but that only brought more discomfort to my oncoming headache.
We sent each other a death glare for a good minute, neither of us backing down. Doing this gave me enough time to weigh the thought of following the instructions administered to me by both morons trying to control my actions. It was true that I hadn't slept the best or as long as I had wanted the past couple nights...And it was also true that my headache, even on the meds, would only go away if I wasn't exerting myself...
I sighed. "Fine, I'll stay, but not because you told me to," I corrected whatever feeling of accomplishment he might be thinking. "I barely slept last night because of you, you know. Even when you're not shouting like a deranged man, you still snore."
His brow furrowed more at the comment looking appalled. "I don't snore."
I smiled inwardly, thinking I may have triggered a new nerve. He really didn't snore, but it was fun to see what ridiculous reactions I could get out of him with my white lies.
I propped up my chin with one of my hands. "Oh but you do~. It's quite bothersome, really..." My smirk grew even more and my fingers absentmindedly drew patterns in the sheets I was laying on. "I just might prefer when you're screaming my name instead, actually..." I looked directly at him, the words lazily rolled off my tongue.
His lips pinched in a straight line, and of course his cheeks grew a shade darker. "Fuck you," he said getting up and leaving for the bathroom.
I chuckled to myself.
Shizu-chan certainly knows how to brighten someone's morning...
Several minutes later, Shinra sent me another text about eating together. Even though I was 'injured', didn't mean that I couldn't join them for breakfast. He gave me a new ice pack too, which I gratefully took.
At the breakfast table, it was only muscle memory that made me reach for the chair farthest from Shizuo, but today something, or rather someone, stopped me.
"Iza-Iza!" A cheerful voice called out from the other end.
A heard a snort of laughter at the nickname coming from a certain blonde, whom I gave a dirty look before turning to the girl with a smile.
"Yes, Erika?"
"Can you sit with me today?" She pointed to the chair across from her, which just so conveniently happened to be next to Shizuo. His face fell into his signature scowl again.
Acknowledging the pleasant aura that emanated off him just from the suggestion, I brightened. "Certainly."
She eyed me carefully as I sat down, and didn't hesitate to start a conversation.
"So what happened to your head?" She gestured her fork to the ice pack I was currently holding against my forehead.
"Oh you know..." I shot an irritated side glance at the man sitting next to me.
She smiled in a way that screamed she obviously had a good guess, but instead said, "I'm not sure I quite get what you mean," she cooed, smiling wickedly.
"The flea ran into a door," the blonde's non-amused voice interjected.
There was a moment of silence among us.
"Is that so?" I noticed Erika smirk briefly before she took a bite of her pancake.
"Ah, but Shizu-chan, you left out the best part, ne?" There was a playful lilt to my voice. "I wasn't hit hard enough to forget who childishly slammed it into my face."
"Wouldn't have happened if I didn't have to share a damn room with you," he said flatly.
"So mean, Shizu-chan! And here I thought we were friends! I'm wounded," I feigned disdain, clutching my heart sarcastically.
Obviously his protozoan mind had already forgotten about our friendly breakthrough last night. But what else was to be expected?
He simply rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his milk.
"You aren't exactly the ideal roommate either," I said taking a bite of cantaloupe from my fruit salad.
He snorted at that. "Excuse me? I believe you were the one who kept harassing me about wanting to room together," he said irritably, but I could tell it was only half-hearted.
"You should feel honored, I'm a fabulous roommate," I boasted. "You just have no appreciation for great things."
"Tch, great things my ass," he mumbled and courageously stole a cherry from my bowl of fruit. I raised my eyebrow as I was caught off guard by his suddenly tame personality.
He challenged me, cocking a brow of his own, and I felt even more amused by his playful body language clearly asking, 'whatcha gonna do about it?". He chewed on the bent stem that remained between his teeth, as if he could only be calm if he had some sort of oral fixation.
I shook my head and rested an elbow on the table. Setting my ice pack down, I plucked the stem from his lips, giving him a sly look. His eyes widened as I placed the stem on my extended, retreating it back into my mouth.
"You see Shizu-chan, you aren't at all appreciative," I said coyly with occupied lips.
Within seconds I stuck my tongue in his direction to flaunt the stem with a perfect knot tied in the middle, smirking to the best of my abilities with an open mouth.
I took the stem in my fingers, twisted it around to examine it carefully. "And there lies the possibility of missing out on a very—" I shot a brief glance down to my breakfast and flashed my bright eyes back to his with a smug look, "fruitful relationship." I met his gaze, slowly swiping my tongue along my bottom lip.
On the table, his hands balled into fists, his knuckles whitening at the pressure. He should have known by now it was pointless to challenge me, especially out in the open where it would potentially lead to public embarrassment.
We could have glared each other down all day, if it hadn't been for the creepy giggling and clapping across the table.
The blonde and I turned to face our female friend whose expression was contorted into some kind of demented smile. It didn't take long for my brain to register what was probably going through the otaku girl's mind. Let alone everyone else who had caught watch of the situation.
"Wow! It's like something straight out BL story!" she shrieked. "Shizuo is totally a mayadere with his obsession of killing you, and Iza-Iza is the perfect dorodere since he's so twisted but affectionate in his own way! You both have such conflicting personalities, but deep, deep down you have undying feelings for each other and—mphmphmph!"
"I think that's enough of that!" Yumasaki sheepishly smiled in fear to the blonde and I as he covered his friend's mouth.
There was another awkward silence, which I broke with a chuckle. "Ne, that's certainly quite an imagination you have there, Erika...Unfortunately for you, however, this isn't a BL manga." I send the blonde an arrogant smile and continued, "besides, monsters aren't my type~."
He looked at me I'm disgust. "You're one to talk, flea."
There was another squeal from across the table as she fought to pry the hand away from her face to get in her last words. "It's like you're already a bickering couple!" before the other blonde boy silenced her once again.
Instead of pressing the matter further like I normally would have, I decided I had already won and celebrated by sticking my tongue out at him once more, just to rub it in. He in turn scowled back at me.
The rest of breakfast went by and we all returned back to our rooms. To my surprise Shizuo wasn't angry with my behavior from earlier. Annoyed, yes, mad, not really.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, still not liking the fact I was being left behind.
"I'll be back to check on you in a few hours to make sure you haven't done anything stupid," he said looking back at me as he turned the door handle.
I rolled my eyes. "Your concern is heartwarming."
He shot me a final glare and walked out of the room.
"Good riddance," I mumbled, pushing myself off the wall and walking over to my bed.
I looked down at it for a moment, hesitating because I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to be doing something, and napping in the middle of the day wasn't a progressive something.
Well at my current state it probably was, and I knew it was what my body needed, but I was still trying to convince myself otherwise.
I heaved a breath and gave in, crawling under the covers. I rolled over on to one side, then the other, and then back again. It was nearly impossible to get comfortable when I felt wide awake. I closed my eyes, giving up on comfortability and tried to let my mind relax.
It wasn't until ten minutes later, I found myself staring at the blank screen of my laptop.
Unfortunately, I was already up to date with all the jobs I had been assigned, so work was out of the question. I didn't even have a single message that needed responding to either. I sighed in defeat out of maddening boredom and set my laptop on the bed beside me.
I checked the time on the clock at the nightstand. He wouldn't be back to check on me for another couple hours or so...
"Why do things have to be so boring!" I groaned, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.
I got up and walked into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I wasn't too shocked to see the swelling had gone down remarkably fast since I had taken another pill back in Shinra's room, but there was still signs of a visible bump.
Something caught my eye on my designated side of the counter; a small, black, cosmetic bag I had completely forgotten I had brought on the trip. I eyed it carefully for a second before slipping a curious hand in, feeling around a bit.
Selecting one at complete random, I pulled out a small vial, popped off the cap and inhaled a long whiff of the pleasant odor.
Bergamot.
I smiled as I inhaled the citrusy, tea-like oil. It was sweet and fruity, but with a bitter edge. It's other key attribute — besides the wonderful smell — was it's anti-inflammatory ingredient.
I dipped my hand in again, curious as to what I could possibly mix with it. I pulled out a second vile and read the label, causing a smirk to draw cross my lips.
Mint; a natural aphrodisiac, that adds a little unf to your bath time.
I ran some hot water to fill up the rather large tub. Stripped down, I stepped in and slowly lowered myself into the steaming depths that scorched my skin, causing my taut muscles to unwind. I hadn't been all that sore from skiing — I do get a fair amount of exercise in every day — but it wasn't until the scalding water penetrated my flesh, hitting every nerve and muscle fiber, when I realized how tense I really was.
"Mmmm..." I sighed, relaxing as I finally sat down, letting my body adjust to the extreme temperature fluctuation. This was exactly what the doctor ordered...Well, close enough to what Shinra had said, right?
I looked over to where I had set the two small vials on the edge of the tub. Trying not to let them slip from my wet grasp, I carefully dripped a few droplets of each oil into the water. I was feeling a little more adventurous, so I added an extra couple of drops of the mint.
The strong aroma cleared my sinuses and my brain felt numb as I closed my eyes to let loose of whatever control I had over my conscious. Now was not the time to focus on suppressing any thoughts that wandered in from the back of my mind. I was only to relax, to let go.
I laid my head back against the cool tile feeling confident about my choice over sleeping. This was warmer and more comfortable than any bed I had slept in.
Well, that is, if I were sleeping alone.
Shizuo-chan's bed had been warm...Body heat radiating from one to another...Large arms comfortably wrapped around my bare skin...
"Mmm, Shizu-chan..." I slid down the wall slightly to submerge myself more in attempts to recreate that passionate heat. It wouldn't be the same though. His boiling temper was no where near me right now, and even if it was...
What? Even if it was what?
I wonder what would happen if he were to...
No. The blonde wouldn't be fond of containment such as this. He probably wouldn't be able to sit still long enough to enjoy it. And I'm almost certain he wouldn't be gung-ho about bathing with another man, let alone me...
But we can pretend, ne?
Hmm...Shizu-chan...Here, in all his glory... I tried imagining it; a casual bath with the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro. The thought was almost laughable...almost.
Was there a way I could trick him into it? I was dying to know what his reaction would be.
It was near impossible stretch, but then again, I liked to view myself as the master of manipulation; like a magician, trickery was my forte.
I smiled at the image that appeared in my mind. I foresaw how it would all go down...Calmly, of course, if the brute agreed to it.
I opened my eyes leisurely and there he was. Damp, blonde locks of hair clung tight to his forehead; longer strands latching themselves on to his sharp jawline. Water that was too heavy in the steamy atmosphere condensed into tiny droplets which ran down smooth, tawny skin that appeared darker among the glistening, glass tile. His brawn arms spread out on the tub ledges, giving him a relaxed physique. If his dark, caramel eyes hadn't lazily been watching me, I could have sworn he was sleeping.
I sent him a smug look and he gave me a questioning one with a raised brow. I slowly dragged my leg alongside his, up into it's natural bending position. Now having a better view, my eyes curiously wandered from his face down to his bare chest, slowly traveling the length of his body. Biting my lip, I met his gaze once again.
If this were real, he would probably be red as a beet. However in my figment of imagination...
He canted his head and sent me a smirk.
"Do you like what you see?" He didn't have to say it, his body language spoke for him, but in my mind I could hear his gruff, seductive voice asking me.
My mind urged to smirk back, but my body refused. It was difficult to will anything while looking deep into those molten, gold orbs and being in such close proximity to that drop dead body.
My eyes snapped open and a hand reached for my chest. I hadn't realized just how much my heartbeat had sped up. The blood coursing through my veins felt hotter than the water I bathed in. It was definitely the aromatherapy, I told myself.
I looked around, as if to make sure no one was near me, as silly as it was. I knew I was alone.
It's not like anyone can read your thoughts, Izaya, I sarcastically told myself, though it sounded more like Shizuo's voice than my own.
"Perhaps not," I said thinking aloud, "but there are more obvious things that don't need telepathy to know just what I was thinking about."
I looked down at myself. I was incredibly hard. The feeling was a little embarrassing, but not exactly shameful.
I tilted my head back and let out a slow breath. I couldn't remember the last time I had been turned on like this. I didn't usually get hard ons when I thought about people...In fact, I couldn't recall a single time that I had. The idea that it had been Shizuo of all people as my first, didn't exactly surprise me, as annoying as that was. However, at my current state, I didn't plan on just waiting around for my predicament to go away. Who knew how long that would take…
It was stupid to admit that the images from last night flashed through my memory. I was sure the triggering had come from the recollection of the taller male's hands ghosting my skin at the touch as he undressed me. It wasn't an easy feeling to shake off, and the thought of it possibly happening again caused an aching throb in my lower region.
Ah, fuck. What more have I got to lose?
The hand currently resting above my palpitating heart hesitantly trailed down the front of my chest, slowly lowering itself into the water and settling my stomach. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on recreating the scene I had previously been thinking of, but in additional detail.
I tried to recall all the times I had caught glimpse of his body. I imagined him here with me, curious and fully exposed, the idea of our vulnerability just turning me on more.
I slid my hand further down, slowly grazing my erection. I took a sharp breath in as the experimental touch shot through my body, tingling down my spine like electricity. It had been so long since I last did this.
When my breathing had calmed slightly, I hesitantly grasped my length and began to pump myself gradually. My exhaling was a little shaky at first since I hadn't yet rationally made the decision if I was really about to do this whilst thinking about him in this way, but my body's decision had clearly already been made. I settled on a dilatory pace, awaiting my thoughts to give me the need to hasten.
There was nothing half-lidded about the way he looked at me now. He was on high alert this time; those predatory eyes were locked on my naked body like it was the only source of nourishment it had seen in weeks. It was the hunger I saw in his gaze that made my heart accelerate. If looks could eat people, well...Let's just say I felt as though I were devoured.
As if on cue, he sat up and slowly stalked toward my end of the tub. I could hear the disturbance that caused miniature waves to crash into themselves in the water as he waded over. I swallowed the lump that had formed in the dryness of my throat as he lurched over me. A hot puff of air entered my ear, and it sent a trill of shivers down my spine with each of his heavy pants.
"Sh-Shizu-chan...What are you doing?" My voice quavered at his name, as if I had to reassure myself of my desire.
"Don't ask dumb questions you already know the answers to, louse." His voice was rough and grated against the baritone of his low whisper.
Without warning, sharp teeth latched themselves onto my cartilage causing me to whimper out a moan. His heated breath never left my skin as he continued to bite his way down to my neck, sucking gently.
I wanted to pry myself away from the overwhelming sensation, but a large hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards the source.
"Nnngh—!"
The suction of his lips and the movement of his teeth and tongue worked simultaneously at my skin. I could feel the capillaries of my dermis bursting the harder he sucked. My heart was beating out of my ribcage and loud in my ears as he had his way with me. No matter how much I squirmed under the pressure in my efforts to dilute the frenzy, it was no match for his beastly strength. In my struggles, the obvious solution to him was to clamp his teeth down on my shoulder.
I cried out only to be silenced by his lips crashing into mine. His tongue easily took advantage of my gasp, furthering the exploration of my foreign, wet cavern. The way he kissed was the same as how he had looked; hungry. It wasn't just his mouth though, his hands were all over me, caressing the tender flesh of my thigh and the other hand pulling at my hair.
My breath hitched when his palm brushed against my erection. I felt him smirk in the kiss as he did it once more, a little rougher than the first time. My hips bucked and my nails dug into his shoulders, as they had, at some point snaked around his neck for support. My body urged for more.
My reaction was all he needed to further his ministrations, gripping my arousal that so desperately demanded attention, he didn't hesitate to start at a moderate pace.
"Mmmm..." I sighed, biting my lower lip as I concentrated, squeezing my eyes shut.
My grip tightened around my own dick and quickened its stroke. Precum was already starting to seep through my fingers.
As one of his hands jerked me off, the other aimlessly wandered to find a purpose. A finger grazed my nipple as his hand traveled down my chest, causing it to pebble. I suppose he found it amusing because after identifying its location, he gave a tight pinch.
I broke the kiss to throw my head back as my body received the large quantities of stimulation. I could feel as my face contorted into signs of copious amounts of pleasure that I was very close.
I opened one eye to meet his gaze. His cheeks were flushed — though not nearly as much as mine — and his molten eyes swarmed with his own arousal. He stared back at me watching contently, looking determined to finish what he started.
"Say my name," he requested in a stern, gravelly voice.
"Nnngh—!" My breathing was becoming labored as I was reaching my climax. I could feel my muscles begin to twitch in preparation before I would release.
"Izaya..." The low voice insisted again, his hand quickening speed.
"Sh-Shizu-ch-chan-!" The sound barely left my lips in between pants. I felt my toes curl in ecstasy.
"—AH!" I couldn't stop the loud, choked out moan from escaping my lips as I came into my palm. All of my muscles reacted spasmodically, my heart still racing, and mind foggy from the sensual high.
I didn't have much time to recover when I heard the door to the hotel room close and the muffled, tentative voice sound from the other side of the wood that separated me from the very man who had just caused my all-consuming orgasm.
"Flea?"
My blood ran cold and I felt my heart sink.