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It was the Sunday after that whole mess with the Flea went down. I hadn't expected any sort of change from the Flea, nothing positive anyway... But that was hopeful thinking, huh? He had this thing now where he would 'accidentally ' bump my shoulder, 'accidentally' run his fingers along my side, because, you know, that happens all the time, right? I wasn't saying it was all that bad. Except, well... he'd pull away as quick as he had started and turn into a whiny bitch like normal, like what he had just done never happened. It bothered me. Made my skin itch and my head pound with a growing headache.
Was it maybe that he was messing with me because I had made it pretty clear what I annoyingly felt? or maybe, I wasn't clear enough... I had that Sunday off so I didn't begin to panic like I would on a work day when I looked over at the stove clock that read '12:37' as I entered the kitchen sluggishly, forcing myself to walk across the cold tile in order to grab something- anything to eat. I opened the fridge and was surprised. Not by the lack of food inside its confines but the lack of any fresh cut otoro among the small amount of food. What the hell was the Flea up to, here? Irritatedly I snatched the gallon of milk from the door roughly, too roughly as the shelf broke off, sending the glass bottle of some sort of sauce crashing on the floor, and my feet. Fuck it all! Ignoring the mess for the time being, I took a deep breath to calm myself and grabbed down a cup from the cupboard. I set it on the table as gently as I could and poured a glass if milk and chugged it. When it was empty I sat in the table and glared at the far wall of the apartment, down the short hall housing both bedrooms and the bathroom. "More." I growled and poured myself another glass, slamming it down on the table -luckily not hard enough to break it- when I emptied it much like the first.
What was I even doing? Was I... Mad that the Flea was also a pervert along with annoying and evil? What did I feel about this new side? In a way, it was... Almost okay... But goddamn it! How the hell do you respond to something like being felt up? Did he expect me to feel him up in return? I headed back to my room and changed out of my sweatpants into black slacks and a white button down. 'Couldn't be bothered with fussing over getting the little buds into the respectful holes so it laid open as I shuffled back it the kitchen and bent down to clean up the brown sauce and broken glass, now that my mind was a little less groggy I sighed frustratedly. There goes a nearly full bottle of ouster sauce. Fuck, that stuff was expensive!
The sound of a door closing drew my attention down the hall while I threw away the dirty paper towel I had used to clean it all up. Izaya was fully dressed, but his hair sticking up in the back gave away that he had just woken up as well. His red eyes lazily shifted to me, staying locked with mine for a full contemplative three seconds before he turned away and disappeared into the bathroom. I glared at the door before turning back to the kitchen. What the hell was that? Whatever. It's not as though I could make anything to eat besides instant noodles with my fridge never fully meeting the standardized amount of food a normal bachelor's fridge should. But... Could it be that in some weird ass way... I wasn't even considered that any longer...? Gah! Fuck! No! "No!" I had to repeat that last one just to make sure my brain knew I meant it. The Flea and I had made out. Yeah, I'm not saying that didn't happen, I'm also not saying I didn't enjoy it. God, was it even possible for lips to be so soft? Delicious pink with the slightest metallic flavor... Shit, I was in deep. I dug my palm into my eye socket just as the devil himself entered the room, eyeing me strangely but amused none the less, I managed to grit out "I need a smoke." Between my clenched teeth as I pushed past him, went through the living room (snatching up the pack laying on the corner of the coffee table) and pushed open the door to the two feet of balcony like any one of the apartments in this building had. Mumbling something along the lines of 'damn red eyed devil' I shoved my finger into the pack to pull one of those bad boys out and light up, but as I leaned against the railing my hand slipped.
The pack went falling to the street below. It had just... Slipped.
With a frustrated scream I yanked at my hair, spotting the plastic lawn chair I had set up out there, I picked it up and chucked it as hard as I could. It smashed through the building across the street forcefully. First the sauce, now my fucking SMOKES!? If the big guy thought this was fucking funny I'd track that cloud of his down and rip him a new one! I stomped back inside and Izaya stood against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room with his arms crossed, watching... But not saying anything. "I'm GOING to the FUCKING STORE!" He didn't say anything, and that just pissed me off more. I snatched my wallet from my room and went for the door. The Flea continued to watch me silently albeit amusement not hidden from his eyes. Arg! Stop staring at me, you freak!
I marched up to him, my height working to my advantage as I glared venomously down at him "Stop that!" He quirked an eyebrow at me, eyes traveling down then back to meet mine "Are you planning on going to the store like that?" I looked down and noticed my shirt still hanging open. Then, a finger flicked my nose back up. He laughed at my shocked expression "You really are hopelessly gullible, aren't you Shizuo~?" And now anger was bubbling up again. "Stop that!" "Hm?" "What the hell is wrong with you, Flea!? You kiss me, then flirt with me all week, now you're acting like it didn't happen- any of it! calling me 'Shizuo' like a fucking NORMAl person would- What the hell, Huh!?" And there was that sharp stare, almost sulking looking at the right angle. He looked down to my hand that at some point during the rant had gripped his shoulder tightly. "How does that have anything to do with going to the store~?" Oh, if you only knew how close I was to just throwing him out of the open balcony door... Fuck it. I yanked him forward and smashed his cracked lips that somehow still managed to stay so soft against my creased ones. He hesitated staying stif against me but when I tangled my hand in his hair he gave in and kissed back fiercely. I forced myself into his mouth and instantly was met with his tongue trying to over power my own. A growl mummer escaped from my throat and I pushed his back agains the six inch section of wall between either side. His hands slid down my bare chest, slowing when they reached my low hanging pants, sinking past the fabric and-
He pulled away with a breathy laugh as I tried to chase his lips, but he had turned his flushed face to the side "Shizu-chan is molesting me~! Aaa~!" I clicked my tongue and nipped at his jaw lightly but his snickering was killing the bulge that had just started to form in the front of my pants. I let go of him and he eyed me the way you might if you had just found out a dirty secret about someone. "I really really hate you." I sighed wryly, my anger was gone but a familiar ache in my muscles from the flex that convulsed through them when my temper flared was settling in it's place. "Asshole." And with that, I left for the store while buttoning up my shirt.
When I got back to the apartment complex the land lady gave me a bright smile in greeting and I nodded politely in acknowledgement. She was a nice lady but god fucking damnit. I was too angry at myself for getting so wrapped up in that fucking Flea... If I attempted a conversation in the state I was in I might've exploded on her for no reason and I liked the fact that she didn't see me as a monster... I wanted to keep it that way. The elevator held a sign: 'out of order' of course. In the amount of time it took me to go to the store and back some fat ass broke the elevator!- no, no... The stairs were fine, peachy even! I started up the steps... This wasn't about the smokes, the stairs, or the sauce bottle... "It's that fucking Flea!"
The door swung open and I shuffled lazily into the kitchen, not even bothering to take my shoes off. "Welcome home, Shizu-chan~!" So that had returned, had it? I scowled at the wall separating the two of us. No, it could stay right there, fine by me. My glare was meant for the filthy freeloader on the other side. But he didn't stay on the other side for long. He rounded the corner and resumed his staring games as I irritatedly put away the food I had bought. "Flea, I swear. I will rip out your creepy ass eyes if you don't stop staring."
He hummed and slid into the room more much like a snake with arms and legs. "Am I making you all... Hot and bothered~?" I ignored him. And he seemed to be a little put out that I hadn't reacted to his words, he thumbed absentmindedly through one of the grocery bags... And he was growing sulky again, the tension in the air between us as we both stood facing the counter with that sink and a small window above it covered by blinds. I growled "Stop that!" Without turning to face him, but I couldn't miss the image of him throwing his hands up in the air with a dramatic sigh as he turned to me from the corner of my eye. "What is it that I'm doing that gives a protozoan such as yourself a hostile reaction? Please, enlighten me, Shizu-chan~!" I turned to him, leaning most of my weight on the elbow resting lazily across the lip of the sink. "You keep sulking like a little kid or something! Every time you almost start to act like you're out of it, you fall right back in! I'm sick of watching it, hearing it, and feeling it!"
There his calculative expression faltered, his eyes shifting to the side momentarily as he took a step back and recollected himself. But I wasn't having none of that mask he was reconstructing. I gripped his wrist tightly and pulled him back and he stumbled a little trying to yank himself free. My eyes narrowed in on him "What the hell are you playing at?" He laughed, but it wasn't an annoyingly amused laugh. It was a tired and slightly resigned chuckle.
"Shizu-chan, I've decided I'm moving out on Tuesday." Wait... What? He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest defensively "Between the sexual tension you've created, and the very tempting urge to cut you into pieces... And I don't need to be here any longer, so I am going back to S-" fucking Flea! I pulled him against my chest roughly, he eyed me warily. His hand holding his switchblade trapped against our chests. "Fine! Fucking leave!" He groaned when my grip tightened even more "I will, so let me go." His glare was sharp, cutting me in place of his blade. And then he was leaning up and kissing me. Was it that fighting with me turned him on...? God, I didn't even fucking care. Because now I had him. A growl rumbled through me and I pushed him against the counter, not waiting any time and shoving my tongue into his mouth, pushing and sucking his defiant one that was trying it's hardest to rule the kiss. But I won the battle for dominance when I lightly bit his tongue and he let out a withering moan. His hands Were traveling down my body again. When he couldn't find the skin to skin contact with my chest as he had had before, he wiggled his other arm free and dragged his knife down the middle of my shirt. The fucking shirt Kasuka had given me! The sound of buttons scattering to the floor drew me back. I glared down at his smirking face, his fingers collecting the blood from where his switchblade had cut more than the shirt and licked it off his finger. That's gotta be bad for you. I picked him up and he stiffened, probably thinking I was going to throw him into the wall like I had done quiet a few times. But at the moment, that was the last thing I had intended. I laid him down on the table top and his grin widened "Are you going to eat me, Shizu-chan~?" Something like that... Er... I should probably take him to the bedroom. This was kinda one of two things a bed was made for after all... I went to pick him up again but he squeezed the front of my pants and I dropped him back down, the table leg cracked, but didn't break. He shrugged and started undoing my belt. I pulled at his jacket and he swatted my hand away "Don't rip my jack!" He pulled it off himself before finishing up with my pants. I let a groan of relief at the release of some pressure and pulled the curious Flea to his feat. Pulling off his shirt quickly before attaching our lip once again in a passion frenzy . His hand slipped into my open pants and tugged roughly a few times, making me break the kiss to swear at the ceiling. He hummed with a slight snicker as he tugged again "I had no idea Shizu-chan had such a big chichi! You must make your family so proud~!"
I tugged at his pants zipper irritably "Why the hell do you wear such tight pants. This is going to be hell to take off..." He winked "But you like the way they look, don't you, Shizu-chan~?" Ookkaayyy, plan B, plan B! I yanked the tight fabric down, forcing myself not to look at his... And turned him around, bending him over the table that settled against the top of his creamy white thighs. His breath was quickening and he tried to turn and face me "Awe~ but Shizu-chaaan~! I want to see your face~!" Damn, if him talking about my... 'Chichi' wasn't enough, telling me he wanted to watch my face ass we- it certainly had my face heating up. "Hold on." Looking around for...something... Ah, but the pack I had gotten as a gag gift from Shinra a few years back were thrown somewhere in my closet. Shit... Kinda shitty that I threw them there, never thinking 'one day, I'm gonna fuck Izaya in the ass, I'll probably need these condoms.' Which now that I think about it, is reasonable. Hell, three months ago- no, one month ago I wouldn't have thought this was going to happen.
Giving up on practicality, I squeezed my eyes shut and drew my hand out in front of his mouth "... Suck, or its gonna be painful." He chuckled but did as I told. The feel of his tongue slipping between my fingers, sucking and coating them with hot liquid. Involuntary shivers ran down my spin. I pulled my fingers back reluctantly, watching the string of spit still connecting them to his panting lips disappear slowly. "Not one for foreplay, eh~?" Foreplay? I paused watching the back of his head "Do you... Want foreplay?" He rubbed his ass back into my dick. Hissing, I dug my fingers into his hips and pushed him more into the table, he gasped as his rubbed into the hardwood surface. "J-just touch me!" His pale, slim body was already so affected by me? I had barely touched him. Hesitantly I reached out, running my dry fingers feather light down the bow his spin. He shivered and looked over his shoulder at me with a pout, whither it was real or not I have no idea. "Shizu-chan is such a tease!" I found myself smirking in response. For once it felt like I truly won. I had caught the Flea, and now... He was going to mine. If not completely, like I wanted, at least in body. I leaned over him, my bare chest pressed into his back. "I'm putting them in now." My fingers, coated in his spit ran around the ring of muscles. He twitch away and softly muttered a curse... This was new to me, and it was obvious this wasn't something the Flea was use to, at all. I mean, did he even let anyone else touch him in anyway? If not I can imagine gentle touches were new and... Exciting.
Slow and as gently as I could, I slid one of my fingers in. His breath hitched. I bit my lip to keep at bay my bewildered and awed expression. The feeling of him clamping down on my finger, then relaxing only to tighten again. "You need to relax." A breathy whisper came from him, but I couldn't hear what he had said, my finger finally knuckle deep I started to pull back and slowly thrust it back in but I slowed immediately when I heard him gasp sharply "Please! Oh Gods! Shizu-chan!" Please could really mean anything right now. What could he be asking for? Does he like the feeling of my fingers pulling back out? No , I realized I um... Had been avoiding a certain section if his body that had grown desperate for attention. Well, it's not like its nothing I've never seen before... Expect... it was. My hand trailed down from where it had been holding his hips still, slowly creeping around the front of his pelvic bone until my fingers brushed the base of something burning hot. Grabbing another guy's dick... I never had thought I'd be doing this after coming back from the grocery store... If I had, damn... I'd be more prepared.
"Shizu-chan~ faster!" He was trying to use that fake high pitch voice but it broke into a moan that he choked on. From this position I couldn't really see what I was dealing with. But from my quickening strokes, I felt that it was wet, leaking down his beautiful soft thighs and on the table top. My knuckles bumped against the edge of the wood on every upwards tug, probably skinning them. Hell, I could have broken them and I wouldn't be able to stop. His moans and desperate breathy laughs every so often as I slid a second finger in behind him were driving me crazy. All of his sounds and feels sending electricity throughout my body and my blood somewhere south of my stomach.
"Izaya... Damn." He laughed breathlessly "I bet Shizu-chan-ah! I-is all neglected-" he suddenly arched his back off the table, his breath even more labored. I kissed his shoulder blade, while ramming my fingers back against whatever the hell I had just hit inside him as my other hand clung tightly to just under the tip, my thumb sweeping over his slit with every thrust. Those delicious sounds...
After less than a minute of that, he suddenly stood straight. I pulled my fingers out and let my hand slip from his member. He turned to me and I gasped. If not for the face he wore, not a mask but all the feeling he was feeling at that moment clearly reflected, it was how fucking sexy he was. The only clothing pushed down to his ankles making me suddenly feel over dressed so I tugged off my shirt. His pink nipples rousingly perked to either the cold or pleasure... And his sex... He bent down, pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. My breathing all together stopped as his face was mere inches from my exposed erection. Then wordlessly he leaned forward and... Kissed it.
"Fuck! What the hell was that!?" He looked up to me, that annoyingly sly smile returning from the pits of hell "Awe~? Did Shizu-chan want more attention than kisses~?" I glared and he rolled his eyes before looking back to my twitching member with a hum. "Fiiinnnee~ I'll make you all wet so it will go in easier. But you really should take off your pants. Don't you know it's degrading to your partner if you expect them to expose themselves completely but you don't do the same~? Honestly, Shizu-chan." He took hold of me with a sigh. Hot air blowing over me, I gritted my teeth together. "And how would you know-... Something like that, Flea?"
It's not as though I was jealous. No. Not at all... I just thought that he was 'too good for humans' or some shit so I was curious. He licked his lips and got down on his knees "If you're getting jealous Shizu-chan, I'll have to spank you~ I'm an informant and a gentleman, I know how to do things even if I never do them. It's better to have the skills before you need it, don't you think~?" So... He hadn't done thins before... He's mouth suddenly came down around me, drawing me out of my thoughts with a hiss. He didn't hesitate, did he? His slick tongue wrapped around me in a way I knew must be a sin. Izaya's hand around the base pumping up as his head thrusted down. I threw my head back cursing the ceiling louder this time and my hand dug into his silky and a little damp black hair. But as soon as he had started, he yanked his head away, his tongue out, a wight spit dripping down his chin. A smirk plastered on his face "My my~ I thought for sure you had started cumming! But you're just leaking a lot~" he poked the sticky tip experimentally and I growled "One can only imagine how much actually comes out when you release, eh~?" I had enough of this.
I dragged him to his feat and laid him out on the table top again, legs spread open with me in between. "There. That was foreplay." He laughed "I'm proud of you, Shizu-chan~! Though, I'd rather be in a position I could ram myself down on you. But I guess this is fine." I took a sharp breath through my nose, trying to push that imagine away for the time being. "Are you done." "I think you mean 'are you ready?'." I groaned "are you ready, then?" He nodded and I sighed in relief. If he had gotten me this close and then decided to back I think I would kill him.
The tip pushed through the ring of muscles, tight heat closing around me. Okay okay, take it slow... Even if this was the Flea I would be mortified if I made him bleed this way. "Shizu-chan..." I looked up from where I was disappearing, to his eyes. They were closed and his eyebrows drawn together, lips parted slightly. He looked a bit flustered when his eyes slipped open and saw me staring down at him. "What?" "I've never seen you make these kind if faces before." He winced in pain but managed a smile "I would hope not."
When I finally made it all the way in we both let out shaky breaths, sweat sliding down us, the heat from the core of our linked bodies making breathing feel impossibly hard. "I-I'm going to move." I pulled back slowly, feeling the shiver that ran down his spin from the movement and thrusted back in with as much restraint as I could manage. He moaned, that was a good sign. I pulled back again and shoved back in rougher, faster. Every time I shoved a little harder, a little quicker. And he gave me the most amazing noises, I never wanted them to stop. At one point, when I had found a certain rhythm, I had leaned down into him, ignoring the sound of the table creaking and attacked his lips, swallowing the sounds and he had taken the opportunity to rake his nails up my back.
He arched off the wood and throw his head back in a gasp, my lips started on his neck with growl. How could anyone make that kind of noise? How could anyone look so... So hot. How could anyone taste so good? Maybe I was become a cannibal because of him. A new and yet familiar kind of heat that had been swirling around in the pit of my stomach now dropped and I knew what was about to happen. I grabbed hold of him, pumping as harshly as my thrusts had gotten and the mewling and moans of that stupid nickname he had given me was it. Thick and hot, more than I had ever gotten from my own hand- spilled into him. Thrusting less forcefully as I rode it out. He came three of four thrusts later with a face I'm sure would be on my mind for at least a month. Beautiful... Handsome... Whatever you wanna use... He was just... I had never realized just how... "God, I love you." Damnit. Why the hell would you say that? This was still Izaya after all. But he didn't looked bothered... Though, was amusement much better? "Shizu-chan loves god~? Or are you referring to me as your god~?" I reluctantly pulled out. Standing naked in my kitchen with a naked man on the table... Seriously... When had I thought that this was a good place to have sex?
"Awe~ don't act like you're the one with the hurting butt, Shizu-chan~ I love you too.." I looked back to him with a bewildered expression and he narrowed his eyes and sat up with a grunt of pain "Don't look into it too much. I don't really believe in the concept of 'love' and-" I kissed him. Not like I had before with force.. But a simple chest kiss... Even if this was a one time thing, if the Flea moved out and never wanted to speak of this again... This one sweet kiss I had managed to not break -like everything else- and Izaya's lips tentatively moving against mine had made it all worth the risk...
Fuck, have I always been such a sap?
Soo~ one more chapter to go! I hope you stick around for the conclusion of this story!