Chapter 36: Prey

"I'm a demon." Shizuo repeated, this time more firm as if he had realized his earlier mishap. But the damage had already been done and Izaya's conclusion proved, with no way for simple excuses.

"So I heard." Izaya replied, denying each syllable spoken with a mere glance.

Quite like a hound driven into the corner, Shizuo glowered at Izaya in an attempt to scare him off.

"You know I can set you on fire, right?" He tried, but no threat in this world was going to douse the burning curiosity in Izaya's veins.

"You already did."

And so he leaned in once more, with no care for regret.

The kiss should have been nothing but a simple touch of skin on skin, and yet it was so much more.

Somehow it felt as though he was remembering something he shouldn't.

A craving he couldn't put in words and a heat he wouldn't dare to explain.

Longing.

Wishing.

A desire for closeness, so intense he didn't know what to do.

He was expecting a shove at this point. A harsh one too, with power backing it up.

But that shove never came and instead Shizuo's gaze softened to something he shouldn't show and a hand trailed to Izaya's back, almost as if to make sure he wouldn't run away.

"Izaya, this is a bad idea," Shizuo whispered in a second of breath, but his actions and words couldn't have been any more contradicting.

Izaya somehow knew he was right.

It made no sense.

They made no sense.

They had known each other for barely a few days and yet he couldn't deny the attraction pulling towards this demon.

And somehow Izaya found himself abandoning all reason as he slipped into Shizuo's lap.

Palms were brought to Shizuo's cheeks, cupping his face with an amount of care that shouldn't be needed for a demon as strong and sturdy as him, and he whispered,

"Definitely," before casting another kiss to his lips.

And Shizuo couldn't move. Couldn't resist.

Not when every part of his body agreed to Izaya's action with so much craving. Not when every fiber in his body spoke of nostalgia and the sole wish to claim this human as his own.

It was when his horns started to glow and his dick hardened that Shizuo softly pushed at Izaya's chest.

"Izaya, I'm dangerous," Shizuo repeated, and it almost looked like he was regretting his own words whilst speaking.

But there was no hesitation to be found in Izaya's eyes. "I know," Only understanding. "And somehow I feel like I know better than you."

It was weird.

It made no sense.

And yet Shizuo found himself agreeing with Izaya's words.

Why?

"Iza-" he tried to warn, but Izaya didn't listen.

Hand trailing past Shizuo's black cloth he palmed his already hardened erection with no intention to stop.

"Throw me off. I know you can," he dared easily, with eyes so lustful Shizuo felt they should be banned.

Izaya was aware of how stupid his actions were, how dangerous and unbelievably nonsensical.

Shizuo really could smash him into a nearby wall. Any minute now.

But wasn't that the thrill?

"Why do you even want this?" Shizuo's brows furrowed and all movement stilled for a brief moment.

And Izaya- Izaya searched for a reason. Any reason, really. But nothing came to mind. Nothing that would even start to explain this overwhelming desire.

This craving of Shizuo's skin, Shizuo's words, Shizuo's glance-

"I don't know," he replied truthfully and his lips curled into a bitter smile. "I really don't. It's you. Somehow it feels as if it's always been you," he tried to put the mess in his head into words. He knew he made no sense and yet it was all he could reply. "I hear your voice and I feel like I have heard it a thousand times before. I see your face and it looks more familiar than my own," Izaya tried, well aware that he had to sound like a maniac by now and his expression fell. "Don't ask why because I have no idea. I feel like I am possessed, really."

And he expected Shizuo to laugh. To get mad. To not believe his words because they resembled nothing but bullshit even to his own ears.

And yet that was not what he received as Shizuo's expression was wiped blank for a second.

Because he recognized it.

The sensation Izaya had described.

The longing.

The intense craving of just being near without any substance proving ground. And Izaya laughed, even though there was nothing funny to be amused by. "I know I'm not making any sense right now but-"

He anticipated a shove. If not before, then now.

But instead he got a kiss.

A kiss, lustful, passionate, and close.

As if he had chosen just the right words, Shizuo's arms wrapped around Izaya's body and pulled him into his own as he met Izaya's gaze.

"No, you do," he breathed, their foreheads meeting for a brief touch and his gaze holding flames of a millenia suddenly seemed more alive than they ever had. "You really do."

Because it was the same.

What Izaya had described was the same kind of despair that Shizuo felt. A kind of fear that made Shizuo's guts clench and wonder just what it was that he feared so much.

As if Izaya were going to disappear the second he let go of him.

"I must be cursed or something," Shizuo groaned and Izaya snorted.

Relieved-

"Make that two." -and incredibly horny. "But even if it's a curse, I can't say I dislike it," he whispered and his hands moved before he could order them to.

He wanted more. More of this closeness. More of Shizuo.

It was stupid, but somehow the closer they got the more he felt like he was close to remembering something he should have never forgotten.

Fingertips trailed up Shizuo's skin only to anchor on his shoulders as the demon moved in similar ways. Izaya's shirt was shoved up quickly and Shizuo's tongue, literally devilishly long, traced his chest. It was hot, it was smooth and caused shudders to travel down Izaya's back.

Eyes glanced up with the slightest hint of insecurity. Shizuo wanted to check whether it was still safe to continue, and Izaya gave the answer quickly with a muffled moan.

The pants he had been wearing ever since arriving in hell were pulled down with not a shred of effort and before Izaya knew it he found himself in Shizuo's lap and his rod gliding against his skin.

As suspected Shizuo wore no underwear underneath that dark gown and for a second Izaya swallowed at the sheer size of his cock.

It was huge.

Hot.

He could feel it pulsate with longing right against his skin. Shizuo visibly swallowed for a second and Izaya could literally see the restraint in his eyes. The way his muscles tensed to stone, and his every action seemed to brim with raw strength.

He could rip him apart so easily-

That thought should evoke nothing but a healthy dose of fear, should trigger a set of human survival instincts maybe, but instead all Izaya felt was the incredible sensation of thrill.

And so he moved- and Shizuo jerked.

"Wait-" Much more gentle than expected Shizuo's hands grasped Izaya's hips and kept him in place. "I don't want to hurt you."

Disappointment was written all across Izaya's expression as he showed an amused smile.

"Afraid to tear me apart?"

Bull's eye.

"I heard humans tend to die during intercourse with a demon," Shizuo whispered awfully quietly and his gaze trailed away from Izaya's face. Almost as if he were afraid of his reaction.

But Izaya's response couldn't have differed more from his expectations. Leaning forward all that Shizuo was met with was a kiss. Hands on his face, cupping his cheeks and a glance serving not a single shred of fear.

The strength Shizuo mentioned, the strength he had no control over, he should be afraid of it, and yet somehow-

"Then protect me," Izaya whispered slowly, alluring, "Just like before." And with that he moved, and sank down.

It was the tip that came first- awfully pleasant and fluid- a short glance earlier had revealed Shizuo's dick to not only be huge, but also quite pretty. A slight pattern of purple, forming patterns of intertwined swirls was decorating his flesh like a well chosen tattoo, and Izaya's body spasmed the second that pretty rod slipped past his ring of muscles.

His lip was bitten before he even realized and Shizuo's expression warped into a mixture of pleasure and concern.

His eyes were locked on Izaya.

On every breath, every motion, every sound-

Closing his eyes for just a second Izaya tried to concentrate on the sensation as he moved. Slowly.

More and more of Shizuo disappeared inside his body, and as if to tease him visually he could see the actual length by the way the patterns of swirls disappeared as he slid in deeper.

He was barely halfway in and yet Izaya's body already felt like it was on fire- he moved. Up and down- For a few seconds of strain of restriction- and suddenly the discomfort was gone.

Pleasure took over what proved to be a challenge and suddenly he craved more-

More-

It was an accident that they had set up themselves when Izaya kneeled on a leaf, large enough to fit his knee. And suddenly he slipped- and the entirety of Shizuo rammed inside his body-

Too much-

Izaya's eyes rolled back in the short assault of pure pleasure and a moan ripped from his mouth as his body jerked-

Fuck-

"Izaya-" Shizuo called with concern, but Izaya only met his gaze to reward it with a kiss. Deep. Lustful. And suddenly he moved as his hips grinded against Shizuo in order to force him deeper.

More-

He wanted more-

Every fiber of his body was on fire-

"Shizuo-" and he glanced up only to convey as much with his burning gaze.

And Shizuo understood- and moved-

Out then in, with an agonizingly slow pace, and Izaya's breath staggered. He could see it, the way his stomach bulged in the place Shizuo's dick ended. He should have been worried, should have restrained himself more-

But more- more was the only word on his mind as he moaned-

It was too good, too intense-

And suddenly Shizuo's wings were there. One torn, one spread out behind Shizuo's back as if to shield them from any outside view and Shizuo's horns glowed in the same purple that colored his dick in swirls.

"Izaya-" Shizuo moaned and met his gaze, and suddenly Izaya felt it.

That length, deeper-

A chocked moan died on Izaya's lips as his limbs twitched and his head forced itself against Shizuo's chest. Hands having held onto Shizuo's shoulders clutched his skin and nails wreaked across the demon's back.

The sensations were too intense.

Too deep-

Too good-

But also rough, fast and just so- complete-

It felt as though it weren't the first time he was being held like this.

And it was there, Shizuo's palm.

Touching his stomach in the place Izaya could see it bulge he touched his skin with a quick whisper of ancient words.

Streaks of gold formed diamonds on his body connected by strings of nacre.

It was just a second of confusion that the action brought, before Shizuo moved again and Izaya felt himself being filled to the brim with each movement- An unexplainable void filled his stomach the second Shizuo pulled back, only to deliciously be filled again as he entered him.

Izaya's body jerked in pleasure- he didn't know what to do anymore, what to think, to think at all- all he could do was drown in the onslaught of pleasure, of adrenaline as SHizuo moved-

Harder- Quicker-

Faint sounds of pleasured grunts were breathed into his ear.

He was close-

"Fuck-" His arms clung around Shizo's neck. He felt the tension in his muscles, the restraint, the hot breath, but also saw his eyes, clouded in pure pleasure.

He was trying his best to be gentle, but nothing about this was- it was rough, it was hard, his moves faster, more intense by the second and Izaya felt his own orgasm approach the second Shizuo's moaned in ecstasy.

Cum- he could feel it inside his body- so much- searing hot and overflowing-

And it was too much to take. The way Shizuo kept him close, pressed him down in place and Izaya's eyes rolled back with a choked breath at the sensation of literally being filled to the brim and his own body shook-

Waves of pleasure ruptured through his body, and for a second Izaya perceived nothing but his own voice and the ringing sensation it caused in his ears.

Loud- he had to have been in order to cause this phenomenon, but none of that was spared any thought as he caught his breath in this never dying heat.

His body twitched in places he didn't know it could and his tight grasp on Shizuo faded to a laughably weak touch.

Fuck-

This had been too good. Too good to make sense of the mess in his head yet. Too good to find his voice to speak.

And it seemed Shizuo was the same as his body heaved with heavy intakes of breath.

No word was spoken as nothing but bliss wrapped around them like an early morning's blanket.

It was when Izaya caught enough air to actually breathe instead of stutter that his face twitched softly. He was exhausted. But blissfully exhausted. It was the kind of sensation being felt after a long but rewarding workout.

But goddamn he would suffer one hell of sore muscles later.

"Izaya-" Snapping out of his daze Shizuo had spotted his sign of mild discomfort. Almost immediately his dick pulled out and Izaya muffled a groan as he saw the reappearing patterns of purple.

That had fit inside him?

It was fucking huge-

But nothing except heavy concern ruled Shizuo's face and Izaya quickly calmed his breath with an assuring smile. "Told you I would be fine."

Fine-

Looking at his human, Shizuo wasn't entirely sure whether fine was the correct term for his current state, but at the same time he was incredibly relieved.

It felt amazing- Izaya felt amazing-

And Izaya felt the same.

Just looking at Shizuo made him feel as though he never wanted to let go of this demon ever again.

He felt complete.

Like he never had before.

Taking a deep breath Izaya tried to reactivate his still working brain cells, because right now he was anything but present in the moment.

It was when his hands moved to Shizuo's chest and Izaya looked down for a second that he spotted what he had failed to address earlier.

Patterns of gold.

Small diamond shaped patterns had sneaked onto his skin right below his navel and glowed every so lightly when he moved.

"... what's that?" It looked undoubtedly pretty, especially by the way the nacre lines formed what appeared to be a set of twigs intertwining around the crystals.

A hand was lifted to Shizuo's face, as if to hide his expression in an assault of shame as he avoided Izaya's gaze.

"Sorry. I was worried I would hurt you-"

Now this was a first. A demon becoming embarrassed?

Feeling a teasing smile etch onto his face Izaya hummed. "Do I want to know?"

To be continued~

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