Chapter 51: Drugged
"Shizuo-" again the softest whimper left his lips.
It was excruciating.
Harsh pants of breath only tightened the skin in places it shouldn't have been as Izaya swallowed what little remained of his pride.
Hands roamed to his back, his waist- lips trailed along his collarbone and god that hand-
Feeling his body shudder faster than funny, Izaya suppressed a muffled groan in Shizuo's shoulder.
This situation was a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite stomach. Apart from the humiliation of having to succumb to his genes in a matter even worse than the need for regular sex there was also this soft tinge of pure fear.
Fear of how much of this drug he had taken. Whether it was going to kill him. Whether he was able to uphold the stop of time.
His limbs had grown weak but his body was on fire. Every inch of skin screamed for attention and wherever the blond touched it was doused for a few seconds only to stir a whole load of other emotions on the way.
"Izaya. Everything is going to be okay," again the blond's soft voice resounded in the tiled room. So honest and confident Izaya couldn't help but crack a tired smile.
"How can you be so sure?" The grasp on his was tightened, although not painfully as Shizuo leaned in for a kiss. Soft, long and incredibly calming Shizuo somehow didn't only have a way with words, but also with actions as the raven found himself melting into the touch.
"Because I will make it."
No statement in the world could have seemed more serious than these sets of words at this point in time. Shizuo wasn't asking this drug for permission to get rid of it- he was demanding. It was funny because he obviously had nothing in store to back this idealistic presumption and yet the moment Shizuo said those words Izaya couldn't help but 100% believe them.
Because this was Shizuo.
And Shizuo had always made things right.
Be it when he found out about Hachiro, when he saved Izaya from a second assault by the bastards or the moment Izaya got shot. He had been there.
Always. Like a mountain in the midst of a storm.
It caused the frustration to leave his body to make room for something more pleasant.
For lust, for longing.
Before he knew it his body had already moved and he had climbed into Shizuo's lap.
"More-" hips grinding against Shizuo's sturdy body, Izaya's eyes searched for Shizuo's. "Shizu-chan-" Darkness met his gaze.
Pure black.
And Shizuo unbuckled his belt.
Pants were pulled down quicker than the stuttering breath could leave Izaya's lips as he pushed himself to his knees. One hand safe on Shizuo's shoulder acting as a single source of support, his other was down at Shizuo`s pants before he could even move.
The pulsating rod Izaya had gotten to know well enough by now was pulled from its confines and before Shizuo could even reach out, Izaya pressed down.
Harsh, quick and insanely deep as he took the hard on all the way into his body.
A choked moan ripped in pieces as Izaya's body jerked in an instant.
He had cum again.
Skin searing hot and trembling against the cold of the bathroom, Izaya felt his chest raise with stuttering effort. He felt weak, a bit dizzy as well, exhausted- and yet all he could think about was that dick pulsating and ripping his insides apart so painfully good. His entire body was spasming, his hands losing their grip and when Shizuo moved slightly to the side, merely to adjust himself it was enough to send Izaya's body over the edge again.
White spurted farther than a gardener's water hose on a sunny day as Izaya's body sank against Shizuo's chest.
Hand on his shirt he failed to grasp it for support, but Shizuo seemed to read his mind either metaphorical or literal as he was quick to encircle the raven in a safe hold.
Izaya was exhausted- he was feeling way too much heat but still so horny.
"Fuck, what is this-"
The gentle touch of Shizuo's hand at his cheek brought Izaya's face upwards. The eyes he had apparently closed earlier opened once more to look at a painfully horny, worried and caring stare of gold and black.
"Just look at me. Forget everything else," Shizuo whispered before leaning in for a kiss.
And then he moved- he god damn finally moved-
Everything turned into a haze as Izaya's body spasmed. Once, twice, thrice- Shizuo's hands flailed, to his shirt, his waist, one trailed to his dick and half of what could possibly have been a tear sprang forth from Izaya's eyes as he squeezed them shut.
This drug was definitely illegal.
Apart from a certain prohibition to use something like this on humans Izaya heavily doubted it was allowed to be used on incubi either.
But what was Izaya supposed to do? Tell the officers he had been given drugs for demons?
Everything, the police, this system, it was so fucked up.
Feeling how his strength left his body, Izaya's hips slowed and his frustration rose.
"Shizu-chan-" no more explanation was needed. Within seconds Izaya found Shizuo's vest on the ground and his back resting upon it as he was laid down.
Legs up high, interlocked with high speed as Shizuo hovered over the raven.
Izaya's head fell back as a drawn out moan announced yet another surging orgasm as Shizuo fucked him like there was no tomorrow.
"Shizu-chan-" his hard-on was still thriving despite not even having any more cum to serve as Izaya's palms dug into Shizuo's shoulder.
"Feels good?" A choked yes left Izaya's lips and he quickly nodded.
"Fuck me harder- Shizu-chan-" And Shizuo did- "So deep-"
"Izaya-"
A groan so hot and low it made Izaya's dick jerk into another spasming dry orgasm he felt Shizuo still for a second- emptying himself inside the raven. He could feel it, was it the drug, was it his heightened senses, he didn't know, but he did and despite being in the midst of coming the feeling of being filled caused his body to lock down in another mind blowing orgasm.
A moment lasting no longer than two seconds followed in which Shizuo looked for Izaya's eyes- his own lips were parted for soft pants by now and he swallowed when Izaya met his gaze. The question was clear- were they done?
And Izaya bit his lips as his head shook.
Again.
And so Shizuo moved without a second's delay. Izaya was wheezing, his whole body rupturing as Shizuo fucked him again. Staying inside and just moving he was never been more glad for his undying stamina. Izaya was exhausted and yet it felt too good to be real.
It was funny. This all happened due to the drug and yet at this point in time Izaya almost felt himself enjoying these seconds. The moment Shizuo's eyes met him with that longing gaze. With gentleness defining the emotions he already knew he held towards the raven. The love in every touch he brought and the warmth his voice brought in each whisper and groan. The worry expressed in every careful action made.
At that moment everything was just Shizuo.
Just Izaya and him and nothing else in the entire world. And it made Izaya feel something so big and hot in his chest he was scared it was going to burst if he relished in it for too long.
Exhaustion drained Izaya of every word he wanted to speak until another dry orgasm hit him.
And suddenly he felt cooler.
Less frantic.
And oddly save.
This guy really-
Shizuo managed to do anything.
Who else would he trust to turn this into an enjoyable experience?
"Are you okay?" Shizuo had noticed the change in Izaya's expression and paused. Hot skin was pressed against each other and the hold on the flea tightened softly.
Looking for Shizuo's gaze, Izaya nodded. Hands reached out as he tried to hold onto Shizuo's shirt but they laughable failed to do even that as even his fingers were too weak to grasp anything.
Fuck he felt weak.
So weak.
But oddly happy.
"I think I'm fine now," he whispered between two heaps of pants as he let his head thud against Shizuo's chest. Just a bit. To rest. Just for a moment.
Shizuo was aware of Izaya's exhaustion, he was aware of the way his limbs had grown weak and he definitely was aware of the overwhelming urge to protect Izaya that blinded everything else in the room.
He wanted to take him with him.
Here. Right now. Fuck the police- fuck the bastards that had given him drugs.
He wanted to kill them.
Kill them and leave.
Just kill.
Kill.
Kill-
Something in his body just stirred at the feeling of missing strength as Izaya's hands held onto him with no strength. It was a feeling he hadn't quite felt before. Strong.
Much stronger than his usual strength.
As if he could take on the world and win.
A deep shuddering breath was taken and suddenly Izaya pushed himself away.
"You have to go." The words shattered the peaceful silence worse than any scream could have as Shizuo's stare grew ludicrous. "I don't know how long I can still stop time."
"You can't be serious-" but Izaya was as he slowly pushed himself up. Following with the same action Shizuo quickly extended his hands for a helping stabilization, but was rudely slapped away despite Izaya's staggering balance.
Clothes were fixed, the vest from the ground picked and thrown towards Shizuo.
"Shizu-chan, please, just leave." Izaya's eyes were pleading and suddenly Shizuo heard the door.
It was moving.
Finally falling shut after having been stopped midtime in its motion.
He knew what it meant and he knew what was to come.
Pulling on the vest faster than he thought possible Shizuo straightened his stance. Izaya did as well and their gazes brushed for a second only before the police officer barged into the room.
"Sir, you can't come in here!" Trying his best to recollect the set of events that had taken place before coming in here Shizuo opened his mouth in quick wit.
Right.
Izaya had been pretending to feel sick.
A deep frown, suiting the situation in both ways settled on his forehead as he barked. "My client is feeling sick, do you even have an infirmary here? He is not guilty but treated like a criminal!" The officer in the back narrowed his eyes as the one who stormed over merely scolded.
"Whether or not he is guilty is for us to judge, sir."
"Mr. Itsuka I think I will return to my cell, can we delay this meeting?" Izaya had spoken. Soft, controlled and so perfectly timed.
Even if he seemed sluggish or off, it wouldn't be weird since he said he felt sick.
His poker face was beyond masterful and Shizuo's lips tightened upon each other as he bit back his next words.
He was doing this to get free. To lead a better life with Mairu and Kururi. This was what Izaya wanted. It was what he asked Shizuo to do.
"Of course Orihara-san," he answered and the words tasted like bile on his tongue.
This act. It was the best he had ever seen, and yet- he could hear him.
No, feel him.
Izaya.
The insecurity in his mind. The stress. The exhaustion. No one would notice it but him but he did.
"Hey, you, bring me back to my cell," Izaya asked of the officer and just for a second his steps staggered as he moved. He didn't fall, he didn't show any sign of weakness in front of these men of authority, but it was enough of a hint for Shizuo to know what to do.
"As for you- Hey!" Before the second guard could even start rambling about any procedures to be taken or whatever Shizuo stormed out.
Out of the room, out of the hall, the building, until he stood at the pavement.
His tie was unleashed in a fashion that couldn't have been more violent as he tossed it aside.
Shizuo was mad, mad with this chain on him holding him back from beating this place to a pulp. From being forced to do as Izaya said, to know he couldn't act any other way and just-
Pieces of concrete fell to the ground as Shizuo's fist had connected with a house's fence. Blood seeped from his knuckles, yet he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Is Izaya okay…?" The words came as much of a surprise as they startled him.
He hadn't noticed the car parking in front of the police station, and he certainly hadn't noticed Mairu and Kururi in it.
Gazes of worry were directed at Shizuo's face, then his hand.
Of course those siblings hadn't gone home, what did he expect?
"... yeah, he is," Shizuo brought forth between hard lips and a strained jaw. What else was he supposed to tell these two?
They were worried about their brother.
Of course they were.
But Izaya was okay- at least somewhat… he was okay, right?
Feeling the frustration pile anew Shizuo quickly cast the thought aside as he slipped inside the car.
Closing with much more power than needed the door fell into its hinges.
Right now he was not in the mood to talk.
Not even in the mood to scold.
Glances were exchanged by the girls.
Why were they even here? He wanted to go back into the station. Do something, anything just to to get Izaya out of-
"Here."
Blinking shortly Shizuo looked at the object that had torn him from his thoughts. A pudding. Vanilla. It was extended by the girl sitting at the back, Mairu, while Kururi started the engine and rolled off the street.
"You are hungry, right?" She uttered quickly the faintest hint of a sad smile on her face.
"Eat." Even Kururi agreed as she set the blinker to change the lane.
… they were trying to cheer him up. Obviously.
Sighing deeply, Shizuo brought a hand to his temples.
They knew. They didn't know what had happened exactly, but they knew something had obviously gone wrong during this visit.
Izaya was such a stupid idiot.
What if they drugged him again? He should have stayed there. He should have tried to get him out. Instead he decided to trust him- and he really hoped it was the right decision as he swallowed pure worry.
Worry and rage.
This was not the time to lose his cool. And so he took the object in front of him and sighed. "... didn't I tell you to go home?"
The girls' faces lit up slightly as Mairu shook her head.
"You did, but we had something important to take care of."
As if.
to be continued~
xD Sorry took a while to update this one haha I was outlining the entire plot of what's still to come and somehow didn't quite get to write the newest installment xD Next update will continued with Izaya riiiiight where we left off C:
So see you next Saturday haha