Whoops, here come's the "M" rated stuff. =w=

The thin body wrapped in the sheets tossed and turned, tangling itself further into its fabric cocoon. Plagued by unneeded dreams, soft mewls and groans left the informant's lips as he tried to flee the visions swirling in his head.

Lucidly he pulled himself out of his dreams, desperately trying to abscond from the heating tension that was growing in his fantasy. Blinking his puffy red eyes open, the erotic images swirled away into his subconscious, leaving him with the blurred vision of his pillow curled in his arms.

Grunting as forced himself to move, Izaya uncurled himself from around the body pillow and sprawled onto his stomach. Fingers spread outwards and toes curling, he stretched out, sighing as his muscles relaxed.

He frowned into his pillow and stared at the bland colored walls as he felt the pressure of his sweatpants on his lower regions.

Well…that was annoying.

Rolling onto his side, he rubbed his eyes and kicked away the pillow. He was sure he was doing raunchy things with it in his sleep. Damn, he hadn't had a dream like that in a long time.

Vivid flashes appeared in his mind, refusing to let him forget. No matter how desperately he wished he could, he couldn't stop thinking about the heat that he had felt. The pressure he had surrounding him. The sounds of his wonton moans and his name being growled in his ear as the brute continued to…

"Argh no, stop it you idiot!" Izaya yelled exasperatedly, his voice muffled in the mattress. He pulled at his hair as he ran his fingers through, banging his head on the bed. "Stop thinking about it you imbecile. Go take a cold shower."

The thought made him shiver. He hated being cold. But it was worth it to get rid of this aggravating morning wood he had. He forced himself to get out of bed to collect some clothes. He grabbed a burgundy sweater, a pair of sweatpants, and fresh boxers. He groaned uncomfortably as the familiar stickiness clung to him as he shuffled to the door. Before opening it, he froze in front of it as he suddenly remembered last night.

Ahh, yes. Shizuo was sleeping outside. Would he be awake? Izaya glanced down and groaned. Yeah, it was noticeable. No way he could hide that if the brute was awake.

Feeling like a teenager trying to not get caught sneaking back late at night, he opened his door silently. He pulled it open a crack, peering out to see if there were any signs of life.

None. No sounds of anyone else inside his apartment.

He slipped out of his room quickly and rushed into the bathroom, peeking downstairs as he rushed by. The man in question was still asleep on the couch, legs dangling over the edge and hair tousled in just a way that made him look sexy. And the way his mouth was slightly parted…it sent a shiver down Izaya's spine. Izaya stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him and sighed, leaning against it. At least he was safe in there. He proceeded to undress, glancing at himself in the mirror.

He'd say he was a pretty sexy motherfucker. That is, if he wasn't completely mortified at the idea that he got hard thinking of Shizuo, But alas, he was hot and bothered because of that monster in his living room.

A thought crossed his mind for a moment; a very tempting thought. One that made more sense than drenching himself in ice water. He could just…go with it. Just ride it out.

A shiver ran up his spine at the thought and he swallowed. Shit, he really was turned on more than he thought.

Fuck it. He was gonna do it the old fashioned way. The natural and naughty way.

He turned on the shower, letting the rushing water run over his hand until it was a perfect temperature. He stepped inside, hissing as the water slightly scalded him. After a moment, the beating of the water on his back and shoulders soothed him, and he tried to focus on the more important priority.

Like his half hard erection.

Not feeling entirely ashamed with his actions - only at the cause of his actions - he fisted his cock and closed his eyes, willing himself to delve back into that dream. It wasn't difficult.

He could clearly see Shizuo hovering over him, pinning him on the couch. A grin on his face and a lust in his eyes that Izaya could only imagine. A shiver ran down his spine and Izaya bit his lip at the image.

He slowly stroked himself, spurring the blood flow again and sparking those sensations he dreamt about.

Shizuo forced open his knees, slipping himself snuggly in between Izaya's legs. Their clothed members rubbed, causing Izaya to gasp out and grit his teeth. He closed his eyes, turning his head away. He didn't want to admit that Shizuo was making him feel like this, but he couldn't deny how good the brute was.

He groaned softly, hanging his head as the water trickled around him. His hair soaked in the stream and dripped into his closed eyes. He panted a bit as he clenched his hand a tad, increasing the friction.

Sinful lips latched onto his neck, sucking harshly as teeth scrapped the skin. Izaya moaned, arching as Shizuo's hands ran along his sides and up his chest; pushing up the fabric to expose the cream colored flesh.

He fumbled for the body wash in the corner of the shower, Izaya groaned a bit, as he tugged on his fully erect penis. Uncapping the body wash with one hand, he paused his actions to squirt a generous amount of the unscented oil into his palm and lathered himself. He licked his lips, imagining Shizuo sucking him off and groaned loudly, throwing his head back as his cock jumped at the image.

His wicked tongue licked up his neck and suckled on the jaw line before breathing heavily in his ear, "You fuckin' louse, you're turned on by this?"

Precum smeared over the flushed head as his thumb rolled across the top. Izaya groaned, the sound escaping him before he could control it; shuddering as he tugged in just the right way. He leaned against the wall for support as he fluttered open his eyes to watch the tip of his cock peek out over his hand. "Nng…."

With a seductive and possessive growl, Shizuo cupped Izaya's erection, causing the smaller man to mewl. Shizuo smirked, unzipping the informant's jeans and tugging at the erection underneath the cotton boxers, "Tell me what you want, flea."

"Hgnn…Sh..Shizu-chan…" Izaya groaned. He wasn't sure if it was him or his dream self that was saying it, but it didn't matter. The pleasure was too good to worry about those things.

"What was that louse? Gotta speak up." he heard echoing in his head. His eyes fluttered closed as he began to stroke himself faster, feeling himself teetering over the edge.

"Mmnn…ahh…"

His hips jerked as the rough treatment Shizuo was giving intensified. The brute grasped Izaya tightly and pumped him underneath the boxers, never fully releasing him from his confinements. He sucked ruthlessly on Izaya's chest, using his teeth to softly graze his sensitive nipples. "I can't hear you, Izayaaaa~"

"Sh-Shizu-mmphh!" Izaya cried out, biting his tongue forcefully to stop himself from crying out the brute's name. He wasn't going to give in that easily. He could hear the seductive growling in his ear as he came, arching into the invisible touch. Izaya trembled and groaned as the waves of orgasm rushed over him and cum spurted out into his cupped fist.

Panting as he came down from his high, he opened his palm to let the sticky white substance dribble out of his hand and into the shower, watching as the water washed it down the drain. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth and spat out the remnants, watching that swirl away as well.

Izaya rested his head against the tile and closed his eyes, feeling the water beat down on his neck and shoulders. He stood there for a long time, just soaking in the warmth of the water. He ran his now clean hand through his hair, slicking it back out of his eyes.

Damn…this whole helping Shizuo was starting to get dangerous.