GOOD EVENING EVERYBODY. The time has come...The moment you have all been waiting for!

Shizuo

I often thought about sex.

What it would be like, who it'd be with, when my first time would be — if ever...That was something teenage boys thought about, right? That was normal?

I mean sure, after taking Sex Ed freshmen year, hearing about it from my classmates, and it playing a huge roll in almost every romance novel or TV show nowadays, I knew the concept of it how it worked...But actually doing it…

As much as I did think about it, I never quite planned for...

"Shizu-chan!" he gasped, putting his hands on my chest, allowing some distance between us where we had, in the midst of our making out, slid to the floor. His face was flushed, probably more so from the alcohol he had consumed, and he was short of breath...Well, we both were. His lips, a little swollen, were parted slightly, as he looked up at me with need in his crimson eyes, breathing heavily.

I tried swallowing the lump in my throat as I looked down, my face most likely as equally red.

Yeah...I can't say I ever expected this.

"Bed. Now," he demanded impatiently, attempting to stand on his own.

I pulled him into another kiss.

Before he could protest, I scooped him up, his legs instinctively wrapping around my hips and hands clasping securely behind my neck. He was weightless in my arms, of course, but the feeling of his bare chest being pressed against my own made me stiffen.

He was still kissing my lips and along my jawline as I carried him to our tempurpedic destination. The cool, silk sheets of the nearest bed gave way as I placed him gently onto the fabric. My hands sunk into the soft mattress above both his shoulders as I hovered over him. Looking down at him now, I was able to take in all the detail of his features.

The only light source came from the curtains drawn from the window, casting a blue hue from the full moon in the clear night sky. The luminous, cyan, glow outlining his features in turn, cast dark shadows from the strands of hair framing his face and the remaining dark clothing he was still wearing. The silhouettes from curves of lean muscle and bones were accentuated on his torso, neck and chest in the lambent lighting.

He looked up at me, russet eyes full of lust and desire, focusing from my lips, to my eyes, to my lips again.

I knew in my mind, that this was all unfamiliar to him as well, which was slightly more relieving...This particular situation, with this particular individual — whether Izaya intended for it or not — was something that both of us would have never, ever, even thought plausible in the past. Almost indefinitely, because either of us would have been so disturbed and disgusted by the idea, anyone who would have dared to mentioned it, would have earned themselves a reasonable black eye or a slit throat. Something about that made me smirk inwardly.

"What on earth could you be finding humorous right now," he said, cocking an eyebrow, ignoring his own words as he grinned deviously back at me.

"I just...never would have guessed…"

"Guessed what? That you'd get laid on your birthday?" he taunted. "I can't say that I'm not surprised, though."

"I mean...with you…"

"Ah, but I'm the only one capable of handling a monster, after all~," he said playfully. "You can't break me, Shizu-chan."

"You say that now, because you're drunk," I added.

"Only slightly, but trust me, Shizu-chan, I'm consenting to this," he said, rolling his eyes. "If that's what you're worried about, then stop." He brought himself forward, propping himself on his elbows until our faces were inches apart. The mischievous glint that was usually apparent in his crimson eyes was different now. Serious, but softened as he spoke. "You're going to have to trust me when I say, I want this."

He brought up a hand to caress my cheek before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. He stayed there for a moment, then backed away to face me again. I took that as enough of a signal to proceed.

My hands anxiously searched for the belt of the raven's jeans blindly in the dim light. I could only gauge my perception by feeling the bulge grazing under my knuckles as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, causing him to let out a libidinous sigh when he was freed from their confines.

"Damn, Izaya...You're really hard," was the first of many things I would regrettably blurt out this evening.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual predator-like slits.

"I didn't expect you to be the type to make such lewd commentary, Shizu-chan," he said in his most syrupy voice. "Even if it is elementary."

"What did you expect?" I could hear my own voice shaking as I spoke, and I was certain the flea had picked up on it too, but thankfully made no comment.

I leaned back on my heels between his legs as I fumbled for my own belt. The jingling felt a hundred times louder than it ever had, but he didn't seem phased until I had slid down my pants enough so that shape of my arousal was prominent under the thin fabric of my boxers. Then his expression changed at once.

"My, my, I knew you were big, Shizu-chan, but this is impressive," he said boldly, staring wide eyed at my lower region.

My face instantly turned a deep red, and I almost covered myself again when I felt him gently nudge me with his foot.

"No need to be shy about it, Shizu-chan, you should be proud, ne? Ah, how lucky I am t'night~," he relaxed into the sheets he continued to caress the fabric of my clothing, head tilted to the side with a slight slur to his words.

The thought of him feeling me twitch under his 'friendly' gesture completely changed my tone.

"D-Don't say things like that so casually! And enough with the foot job," I said embarrassingly, shooing it off my lap.

He chuckled and sat up on his knees too, closing the space between our bodies to look at me directly. Just two shirtless men in their underwear talking carelessly with their jeans rolled down to their thighs. Perfectly normal, I thought.

"Tell me, Shizu-chan...What kind of kinks does a sadistic monster like you, have?" he whispered seductively as he leaned by my ear.

I felt his cool fingertips just barely brush my abdomen, causing an almost inaudible gasp to escape my lips. His nails dragged lightly against the surface, tracing my stomach muscles, slowly trailing down to the waistband of my underwear. I could feel a single fingertip ghost the space between the material and my skin, but not budging any further south. Instead, he held it there, probably for dramatic effect, to heighten my anticipation for his next course of action.

"Enlighten me," he said, forcing his warm breath past the locks of hair that lay over my ear.

"I...don't know...and I'm not sadistic," I corrected him grimly, turning my head away.

"Oh, right, right. How could I have forgotten…?" As he spoke he deliberately tried piercing my skin again with his fingernail. "You're a masochist."

"If anyone here is into that S&M shit, it's you," I retorted, gazing down at him accusingly.

"Hmmm...but wouldn't you say that the relationship we've acquired over the years is similar? We've both wanted to kill each other for so long...It wouldn't seem out of our nature to torture the other to make it as agonizing as possible, ne? I think a lot of that can also correlate with our sexual interests and fetishes...Maybe to a slightly less degree," he chuckled, "but you get what I'm saying," he shrugged, returning a smirk as he started to move his hand downward again, slipping into the fabric. My breathing quickened as my heart rate started to pick up again.

"But ah, how fortunate we are, ne? We have all night to discover your inhumane libido...Right, birthday boy?"

As soon as I was going to correct him about those being just his fetishes, his cool fingers laced themselves around my shaft, and I couldn't help but let the soft noise escape my lips.

Each time his hand moved up and down — at a snail's pace, might I add — I could feel myself getting harder in his palm. I couldn't look at him directly, and when he caught on, he forced me to face him. It amazed me how he could keep such a cruel smile while doing something so intimate.

"It's better for the both of us if I see your reactions," he said, without his usual cynical tone. He reached up with his other hand to tilt my chin upward, directing my gaze to meet his unbreaking one. "All of them."

At that moment, he rolled his thumb over the head, causing my hips to jerk a little. I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks, as I sat mortified, that my body reacted so honestly. On the other hand, Izaya was no longer looking at my face, but down as his hand. For that I was thankful, but couldn't help but chew my lower lip nervously. He faced me again, coyly of course, repeating the action. This time I tried controlling myself, but it only somewhat worked.

I stiffened when he leaned in, feeling his hair tickle my jawline. I felt something warm and wet drag itself along the exposed skin of my neck; it's slow pace, matching that of his hand, drew damp circles along the joint where my collarbone and shoulder met. The next thing I felt, was the tight pinch of his teeth nip at my skin, followed by more slow lapping of his tongue. I almost found it soothing; the steady pace of his wrist moving and his mouth planting butterfly kisses along the tender skin.

However, that bliss was short lived when there was another sharp pinch right below my jaw, feeling the flea's lips and tongue sucking hungrily at my neck. I could feel the capillaries bursting and I knew he was purposefully trying to leave a mark. Especially when he pulled away to admire his work, snickering to himself.

"Hey, so you can get hickies!" he exclaimed, effervescently.

"Stop it! Now I'm gonna have to wear a fucking scarf everywhere!" I flicked him (as gently as possible) on the side of the head.

"I'm sure, knowing how your body works, it will be gone in an hour or so," he said rubbing his temple. "But just to be on the safe side—"

He leaned in once more, repeating the action on the other side of my jawline, this time sucking more aggressively than the last.

"The fuck flea?!" I said pulling away.

"There," he released me with a loud popping sound that seemed to echo off the walls. "Now we can test our theory more accurately." He smirked back at me. I had been so distracted, I had forgotten that his hands had returned back to him, now offering himself in surrender. "Feel free to reciprocate the action."

My brows knit together, as I was for once, at eye level with him.

"You think I don't know you'd be more than happy showing off your hickies? Because yours would last weeks."

He simply shrugged and rolled his eyes not denying the fact.

I smirked back. "Or maybe I should give you some, so that when you wake up hungover and look in the mirror, you'll be annoyed at the nasty dark spots tainting that 'flawless' skin of yours," I scoffed, already hearing it in my head. "But I won't do that, because I don't want to hear you complain more than you already do."

"So you do admit I'm flawless, then? I'm touched," he put a hand over where his heart was supposed to be.

"Narcissistic bastard," I muttered, rolling my eyes. Now I felt even more inclined, but I knew better.

Snapping me out of whatever confident attitude had risen within me, he pulled on waistband of my boxers further to sit halfway down my thighs. The sudden rush of cool air and sense of exposure almost had me flinch back and his quick movements — obviously not wanting to delay his objective.

That's when he moved himself back on the bed to remove his own pants and undergarments in one fluid motion, not at all phased at being the only one completely naked. He got back on his knees again, this time with one palm on the sheets and one to continue what he had started. It was when he lowered his head, that I realized—

"W-Wait! Flea—!"

He looked up at me as if he had expected my reaction.

"Do you not want me to?" he raised an eyebrow at his question.

"I...I don't want you to feel like you have to—"

"I want to." And without another word, his head bowed again and I didn't protest.

"…"

I could have been — must have been dreaming, when I felt something warm and slick flicker across my skin. It experimented again, then again, testing the spots that were the most sensitive, and I didn't dare look down.

Oh god, flea's going to—

I stiffened at the thought.

I felt soft kisses being gently placed up and down my shaft, the other hand supporting it circled gently over the head like before. It was soon replaced with something even hotter, slimier; the same muscle dragging longley, sucking libidinously.

I could feel myself start to sweat even more than I already had been. This was, to say the least, better than anything I could have done by my own hand — obviously. Even the times I had imagined this being done to me before (not with him, but) weren't nearly as amazing and intimate as what I was feeling now. I couldn't help but let my head roll back towards the ceiling.

My breathing faltered every time I felt him go down and my fingers would occasionally twitch at certain motions as he experimented with his angling. As much as I tried to keep any sudden movements to a minimum, it was hard to sit perfectly still. Then again, I suppose it would be rather awkward if I did.

The other thing that bothered me, was the pang guilt in the back of my mind that I wasn't doing anything...to him.

My hands, which had been laying at my sides, tightened anxiously.

I should be doing something too…

It's just that...I didn't know what to do. It didn't surprise me that Izaya already knew exactly what would feel good — I mean, I honestly figured that he was into...this stuff, long before...Of course, he would have a better idea.

"It feels better if you think less, you know," he said without looking up.

"H-How do you—"

"Because I'm me, and I always know," he said catching my glance, with a smug look.

Purposefully making eye contact at that moment, his tongue lolled around the tip. I knew if I looked away he would be unsatisfied and stop, so I kept a steady, but very bashful watch.

Things were a lot more intimate by doing this...Watching his head bob up and down; wet traces of saliva shining in the dim light between his knuckles. Sometimes he would moan and the vibration would nearly throw me over the edge.

That was around the time I saw his other supporting hand make it's way towards his thighs...Judging by the rolling movements of his left shoulder I only guessed that…

Before I followed through with that idea, a new one must have popped into his, and he stopped what he was doing altogether. It was all I could do to hold back the soft noise of a complaint that threatened to sneak past my lips.

He sat up and turned to the night table to reach out and grab a small container, or vial, rather.

"What's that?" I was surprised at my own voice for sounding weaker than expected, but Izaya paid no mind.

"This, Shizu-chan, is the key element of making that," he said half pointing at me, half unscrewing the lid to the little bottle, "fit; as I'm sure you are fully aware that we are both virgins here."

Another one of his blunt remarks had my face completely red again, and I was glad he was distracted and continued:

"Thankfully, I took time to research and prepare to...hopefully" he said eyeing me over once more, wearing the mixed expression of reconsideration, "make this as...comfortable as possible."

"So, lube. You brought lube. Do you, y'know...always carry that stuff around with you?"

He gave me an over the top eye roll. "No, Shizu-chan, I don't always carry a lubricant on me. I do however bring essential oils with me on trips that are 'multifunctional'."

"...is that that aromatherapy crap you were on about? It better not smell weird," I grimaced at the memory.

He let out a sigh and gave me another dramatic eye roll, before carefully pouring a generous amount into the palm of his hand without making a mess. He then handed it off to me.

Something, I don't know what, compelled me to bring the little flask close enough to get a waft of it's scent. Thankfully, it wasn't the same concoction as the last time I walked into the room. This one was definitely milder and more pleasant.

He shifted his way back to lean against the headboard of the bed, slowly spreading his legs. He rubbed the oil around his hands, saturating his fingers, before he began to stroke himself.

I swallowed hard, sitting there with probably the most dumbfounded expression on my face. He tilted his head back against the board, eyeing me with his usual, self-satisfied smirk. He shifted, bending and spreading his knees to sit in a more suggestive position. Slowly, he brought his dominant hand towards his entrance, circling a few times, before the tip of his middle finger disappeared. Gradually his finger sunk deeper and deeper as he teased himself with both hands; the other working at his shaft.

I felt my own dick twitch, as I sat mesmerized by the knuckle that kept sinking inside of him, pulling out slowly to repeat the action.

"Fuck," I heard him moan as his eyes fluttered shut, his brows knitting, obviously from the amount of stimulation.

There it was again; his façade faltering, looking more human now, than ever. His erotic facial expression still remained, but opened his eyes again and his mask returned, smirking back at me.

"Don't tell me Shizu-chan is bored now? And here I am, trying to entertain…"

Even I caught on that his voice lacked the same egotistical attitude he had outside the bedroom.

"Go on, no need to be shy here. After all, we're both men~," he chuckled.

"That's easy for you to say…" I turned to avert his gaze.

"Hmph, suit yourself. I'll just be over h-ere—!"

My eyes snapped back at his sudden hitch of tone. His expression relaxed once more, still looking drunk on the stimulation, he smiled.

"—enjoying myself, pretending this is you…"

He closed his eyes again in concentration, and the room fell silent...Take away the wet sound of Izaya's fingers.

Without much thinking, inclinatorily, my hand found its way to my own arousal. I couldn't not admit what the flea was doing really turned me on...And that I did wish it was me. And the thought of him wanting it to be me also really turned me on.

Goddammit, flea.

I uncapped the vial again and poured a plentiful amount into my own hand, setting the bottle aside.

I may be completely unfamiliar with all this, but I at least had decency to know that this stuff probably didn't feel good cold, so I lathered my fingers to warm the liquid until I felt like it would be remotely comfortable.

I crawled over to where the flea still sat, eyes squeezed shut on an otherwise relaxed expression. His toes curling, as of now, two fingers were pumping in and out of him a little faster.

He was startled when I reached down to still his hand, obviously not feeling me creep up on him. His eyes widened in surprise. His hand stop moving and I soon replaced it with my own, testing the tip of my finger to make sure it was okay.

He took initiative and guided my finger, pressing it deeper into the warm cavern. He squirmed for a moment, and I thought that I must have hurt him, but by the soft moan he let out, I took that as permission to try to move my finger. I started slowly at first, out of my own hesitation, but I didn't think he was in any mood to rush me. His eyes were still closed and his mouth would occasionally twitch depending on how I bent my finger.

My first inclination, was to peck him gently on the lips, followed by more tenderly placed kisses along his cheek and neck. I still kept a moderate pace, but I think when I breathed too close to his ear, was what caused him to shudder. I experimentally did it again, just to receive the same reaction. I found it kind of amusing, and decided to barely nibble on the cartilage of his ear. His breath hitched, and I felt him tense around my finger. I let out a low chuckle, feeling pretty prideful and accomplished for this being my first time.

"M-More," he whispered, and his hand held the one I was currently fingering him with, suggesting I add another. Very slowly, I did so, remembering that two fingers of his is barely bigger than one of mine.

He adjusted quickly though, and I was able to make some kind of scissoring motion — basing this purely on instinct and what I thought to be the most logical. A little while passed before I added the third, making sure it was well lubricated. I could tell it wasn't pleasant at first, and I muttered a "sorry", not knowing what else to say in comfort. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him.

"It's okay, Shizu-chan," he said quietly — the first full sentence he spoke in over ten minutes. "I have to be well prepared for you, ne?"

My heart fluttered a little bit at the 'for you' part, as if I needed the reassurance that I was indeed, about to have sex with my ex-arch-nemesis.

After a while, my fingers seemed to fit smoothly in, and he showed no signs of discomfort.

"Okay...I think...it's time," he said, face completely flushed.

"O-Okay…"

I slid my fingers out and there was a loud wet noise, in which my face immediately lit up. He didn't seem to care and waved for me to move down lower on the bed so he could lay on his back.

"Missionary seems to be the best way to go about to doing this."

"What-inary?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes, and a little more of the Izaya I knew showed through.

"Missionary, as in the sex position, Shizu-chan. Just how sheltered were you?"

My brows lowered, as if the blissful moments of intimacy were gone again, and we were back to being ourselves temporarily. But for once, I couldn't actually complain.

"This should be the most comfortable and easiest position for both of us."

I started to sweat more nervously now, getting on my knees between his legs almost lining myself up before he stopped me.

"Before you do anything, make sure you're completely hard."

"Fle-!"

"Make. Sure." he eyed me carefully.

I let out an embarrassed sigh, balancing myself on the one arm that was flat on the sheets around the flea's shoulder. I reached my free hand down to pump myself rather awkwardly, lathering up with the lubricant once more.

The raven's trademark smirk returned again, eyeing me with his usual smug expression. My brows furrowed, but he simply took in the eyeful and smiled evilly.

"Just enjoying the show~."

I huffed a breath and when I felt myself completely erect, I ever-so-lightly placed my hand on the raven's thigh. The last thing I'd want to happen is for us to get this far and me break his limb. How would we even answer those questions…

I shook my head and lined myself up like before.

Of course the first touch felt like an electric current had just run through me, but I remained concentrated. The cool wetness from the oil helped as I very slowly pushed myself against the raven's entrance. He was also steadying his breathing meanwhile. I felt myself sinking into him; warm, wet, and still really tight.

If Izaya was good at one thing, it was masking his emotions. But even now, I could tell, that he couldn't completely cover up the discomfort on his face. He opened one eye to meet my gaze, as I had stopped to let him adjust.

"I'm fine…'m just not used to it," he said between his teeth.

The idea came to mind that maybe I could help coax him a little to relax. My hand currently resting on his thigh moved to his own erection, where I began to pump him gradually. His shoulders slouched, a little more relaxed, and he was able to open his eyes.

After a minute I tried moving again, rolling my hips slowly, which seemed to help as well. By the time it was all said and done, I was fully in him.

He let out a long breath he had been holding, gathering himself for a moment.

"Is it okay…?" I began.

Understanding what I meant, the flea gave a little nod as permission for me to move.

I budged an inch at a time as he loosened up. Sliding became easier, and he moved his legs after a while to allow me more access. His expression seemed to relax after a bit from the gentle wave of thrusts. I started slow, knowing that if I tried anything else, it could cause him a lot of pain.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had enough control not to hurt someone. I was able to be soft and handle with care. I was doing something someone actually liked. Something that could be considered fragile, even. I was still hesitant, but after a while of slow, drawn out movements, he finally moaned:

"Okay, Shizuo...you can fuck me now."

Heating up instantly, I gave a nod of reassurance, pecking his lips. Experimentally, I pulled out about halfway before sheathing myself again. I did that a few times, gradually, thrusting shallower and changing my angling. By the look of it, I could gauge which felt the best to the man under me by how his face contorted libidinously at the stimulation. He let out faint gasps and moans, which I heard in between my own.

Everything felt so damn good, but knowing that I could do even something like this — pleasure somebody without hurting him, made it significantly better. The fact that he was asking for more was amazing, needless to say.

The next thing I knew, I was speeding up, going deeper, even more so when the raven wrapped his legs around my hips.

"Shi-Shizu-...feels...good—!" he panted.

"Fuck, Izaya...you're so tight," I growled rather animalistically, rolling my hips faster.

"You're such—ah! A barbarian!" he whined, gripping the sheets until his knuckles paled.

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at that, because at the moment, I didn't mind his insults.

"Hey," I said slowing down some.

He looked up at me dazed.

"You said," I panted, in between breaths, "you wanted to know what I was into...right?"

He nodded quickly, brows still furrowed from pleasure.

I paused to grab both his wrists, using one hand to pin them against the headboard, and move a little too quickly.

"Aaah—! Th-There!" he nearly screamed, instantly.

I smirked inwardly and repeated the action — having found a sweet spot — a little rougher this time. It resulted the same, with his legs squeezing around my hips tightly, bucking his own for more in return.

Honestly, I had only put him in that position because he had mentioned those kinks before, but I could see now, that maybe somewhere down the line I would be willing to be more experimental. I felt my heart race as I gazed down at the raven in the most submissive position I could have once only imagined. His lips and cheeks were dusted pink. Even his chest was flushed, small nipples pebbling upright in arousal. It was too tempting to pass by the opportunity to lean in and roll my tongue over one of them.

"F-Fuck!" I felt his legs tighten around my hips.

"We already are," I chuckled out of breath, teasing him more, as I continued to thrust into him at that particular angle. I licked him again, framing my lips over his nipple once more to give a gentle pinch between my teeth. His skin was sweet, but salty with sweat.

"Shizuo-!" he whined, grinding his hips against me. There was a mantra running under his heavy breaths begging for more.

I studied his face; the expression he wore was unmistakably honest. It was the vulnerability in his features, no mask or sadistic grin, that remained. Purity and bliss. It was something I'd consider to be beautiful.

He was moaning loudly, and I hadn't even taken into consideration if the neighboring rooms could hear us, but at the time, didn't care. The only thing going through my mind was the look of absolute ecstasy on the other man's face.

Damp, black strands of hair, matted against his forehead; skin flushed bright pink; and the sounds that escaped his lips that he tried to hold back, was almost too much for me. I felt myself throbbing more and more frequently inside him.

I moved too quickly before my mind could process my actions.

"Wha—?!" he was about to say, until something compelled me to grab the flea and pull him up into my lap and ram into him. I think I might have knocked a little bit of the wind out of him, which I quickly stopped and apologized for.

"S-Sorry! I didn't—!"

"Don't worry about that, dammit, keep going!" he shouted, out of breath.

Slightly bewildered, I continued to thrust up into him, balancing myself on my heels as I sat back. His legs wrapped around my waist and his hands gripped my shoulders so hard I could feel his nails breaking the skin as I carried the rapid momentum. All I that was registering, were that my movements were becoming less and less rhythmic and more and more frantic.

He quickly pulled my face upward, taking me by surprise when he began to kiss me. This time, the kiss was different from all the others. It was completely intimate, like we needed each other. Like the other was the only thing in the world that mattered. Yes, our kiss may have also been frenzied and sloppy, but the most important thing was feeling the other person in complete euphoria.

Our lips were still pressed together when Izaya spoke to me.

"I'm g-gonna—!"

"M-Me too," I heaved, throbbing almost painfully inside him.

It didn't take long for the flea to wrap his hands almost suffocatingly tight around my neck, burying his face in the crook, repeating my name.

"Shizu—'m gonna c-cum! More!"

He was shaking as I felt a warm liquid run down my stomach, about the same time I had released into him.

My movements slowed, then stilled; arms still cradling his backside, bodies close.

"F-Fuck," I sighed, registering my finish and coming out of my daze.

We waited for our breathing to even before he spoke up.

"Well," he seemed to have (almost) returned back to his regular self. "That certainly beats chasing each other around aimlessly, don't you think?" he remarked, still out of air.

"Uh...Izaya…" my voice was lower, and raspier from being winded.

He looked down at me, surprised I didn't address him as 'flea' or 'louse'. I figured now of all times it was best to not use petty nicknames. Although to my recollection, I don't recall ever saying his name so soft spokenly.

"Um...can you...or should I…"

"Oh, yeah…"

We awkwardly got each other's memo's and very awkwardly (and messily) disconnected ourselves.

"Shizuo."

"Yeah?"

"Towel."

"Right."

I got up and hurried to the bathroom grabbing one of the fresh, nicely folded towels on the rack, wetting down a corner and bringing it back to the bed, where the flea lay sprawled out.

"Thanks." he said, taking it from me as I handed it to him.

I stood there, still clothesless, staring at him as he wiped his stomach down, reminding me of my own predicament.

I snatched a set of boxers out of my drawer, walking back by the bed and asking if I could take the first shower. He nodded, shooing me off, as I locked myself in the bathroom.

I leaned back against the door, not caring at the 'thunk' it made when I hit my head against it.

My body was still on an adrenaline high, and the reality was starting to weigh on me of what happened just moments ago.

I just fucked Izaya Orihara.