Chapter 72: Fire and stove
The glass of wine put onto the railing was the first that caught Izaya's attention in his moment of demise.
He had fucked up.
He truly had.
Grasping the delicate handle he quickly moved towards lord Hebaron. "If you would excuse me," he uttered quickly, pressured, "I will retire for the night."
And his feet moved.
Intended to head back into the hall and beyond. Where to, he didn't know. Just away. Away from here. Away from the balcony. Away from Shizuo-
But that very same Shizuo didn't seem to share this wish as Izaya suddenly felt his wrist being circled from behind.
Shizuo.
Eyes glued to Izaya he had snatched him before he was able to leave and his eyes quickly directed themselves at lord Hebaron.
"I'm sorry my lord, but I think it is my time to take my leave as well," he announced with a voice much sturdier and more collected than Izaya would have expected.
It left not only him stupefied as the poor lord responded with understandable confusion.
"But my king-" he had to assume he had offended Shizuo in one way or another as he was clearly cutting the conversation short. Which was obviously not the outcome he had expected from his small joke pointing back to the time they rested at his place.
But a polite smile was all that Shizuo could offer and suddenly Izaya was pulled closer.
"I'm sure you understand," he announced, and the insinuation was clear. Clear to lord Hebaron that is. He wanted to have some time alone with his wife.
But what was it that Shizuo wanted with Izaya?
"... I do hope to welcome you in my castle again soon." Lord Hebaron smiled, taking the excuse for what it was as he raised his glass for a quick toast.
"Shizuo-" Izaya whispered after finding his voice again, but Shizuo didn't say anything. Instead he moved.
Towards the hall.
All while keeping Izaya as close as he could and Izaya felt his mind go crazy by every second that passed.
"Ah, my king," more people forced themselves into their way with pretty smiles as they were starting to grow interested in the king and his wife. They were buying Izaya time to think. Time to come up with an excuse.
Because had to offer a convincing one.
He had to-
But how could he? With Shizuo's hands all over his body.
How could he, with the sensation of Shizuo's lips on his own and the way he had pulled him closer after the kiss?
His mind ran amok without his consent and suddenly the pictures and wishes he didn't dare think about overwhelmed his mind with full force.
All he could think about was Shizuo. Shizuo's touch. Shizuo's lips. On his own, on Was he crazy?
What was Shizuo about to do?
He said he was drunk too- he had drunken not a sip of alcohol-
"Right, Lady Kururi?"
Startled Izaya lifted his head and faced a lord of unknown kind. A gentle smile rested on his face and he realized with dread that he had been talked to without even noticing a thing.
"Huh?" he gasped softly, and his throat grew tight as he tried to pick up hints of the previous conversation.
Fuck he didn't listen, what were they talking about?
He had to be present at all times-
Acting like this with Shizuo at his side, acting like he wasn't paying attention was ultimately going to tarnish Shizuo's reputation-
And Shizuo noticed.
The way Izaya seemed completely lost.
And it was right then that his patience ran out.
"Sorry," Shizuo announced, and before Izaya knew it he was swept off his feet. Literally and without any warning. Little gasps left the audience in close proximity and Izaya spared an insecure glance into Shizuo's direction. "My wife is feeling a little unwell, I will be guiding her to her room." The king lied on the spot and an array of abashed whispers filled the room within seconds.
Izaya could see them, the women on the side, going crazy with envy over Izaya's position.
No further second was wasted, no more words spoken as the invited guests had nothing more than quick nods to offer and Shizuo left the hall to the side.
Moving to the carriages was an option, but to have someone listen in and watch them? No way.
Down the stairs Shizuo spotted a door leading to unknown terrain and quickly without being seen he slipped into the interior of the rest of lord Karch's estate.
It was a hallway that opened before them. Empty. And lacking any soul present.
The music had faded as well as the servants and there was only the slight sound of chatter to be perceived from afar.
They were alone.
"I'm fine, you can put me down," Izaya cleared his throat as soon as they were, but the hold on his body only tightened as Shizuo refused.
"Who says I want to?"
A random door was opened once again, and the dimly lit sight of a kitchen moved into view. Pans and various utensils were hung up high and the soft glimmer of a quiet flame stirred in the pits of the stove.
It was only after the door was closed and Shizuo confirmed with his own eyes that there was no one present that he finally put Izaya down.
Gently.
A deep unreadable gaze lingered in Shizuo's eyes and rendered Izaya silent.
"Shizu-"
"Why did you kiss me?"
Shizuo's voice was low. Void of any accusation. An honest answer was all he was looking for, without any rush or filter and somehow Izaya's throat constricted at the words he was supposed to say.
"It was a mistake, I am a little bit drunk and I-"
A lie.
A lie.
It was nothing but a lie.
It was not what he thought, not the reason he acted the way he did-
And Shizuo noticed.
Reaching out he captured Izaya's wrist with the softest touch and Izaya's voiced faded immediately.
Raising his face he found himself utterly and entirely lost as he looked at Shizuo's eyes. And suddenly his gaze lowered to Shizuo's lips.
Shizuo noticed and before he knew it he leaned in.
Slowly.
As if he were waiting for a scolding. For words of halt.
But they never came and so their lips met for another kiss.
Soft.
Tender.
Not a shred of resistance was to be found in either of them.
Shizuo was waiting for Izaya's reaction, but there was no sign of reluctance to be found.
It was a light shift in balance that caused Izaya to move a step backwards as he bumped into the counter.
A moment of hesitation drew upon Shizuo's features as the kiss broke, but Izaya didn't want it to end this soon and Shizuo understood as he followed.
Heat. Warmth.
Emotions neither was able to put into words at the moment streamed from every touch and every glance.
"Izaya-" Shizuo paused for a moment, but Izaya was looking at his lips only, telling what he wanted without having to use a single word.
"Shizu-"
Suddenly Izaya found himself on top of the kitchen counter and hands were trailing up Izaya's hips. The insinuation was clear and the room growing hotter by the second.
"This is a bad idea-" Izaya whispered, but sounded far from opposed.
"I love bad ideas," Shizuo breathed against Izaya's lips and his brows arched into the bitter truth of their situation.
"I am a man-" It was an answer. One that should remind Shizuo of the truth of their acts and chase him off as he was supposed to.
But not a shred of hesitation marked his words as his eyes showed nothing but the infinite care Izaya always found in them whenever they looked at him.
"I couldn't care less."
The way Shizuo looked at him, the way he felt- his whole being was screaming yes at every action taken and before Izaya knew it his body was moving.
More kisses were shared, hands roamed his body.
It was when he put his arms around Shizuo's neck and pulled him closer that he felt his hard on pressing against his upper thigh.
Surprise- about both the erection and the fact that it made his own dick jump in excitement filled his eyes and before he knew it Shizuo's touch dipped under this dress and slid up his inner thighs right to his own growing erection.
Shizuo seemed as positively surprised as Izaya to find him hard. Painfully so and Izaya's eyes searched for Shizuo's.
For his lips.
They kissed and before Izaya knew it Shizuo's palm had wrapped around his arousal-
A moan, unfitting and obscene, tripped off Izaya's lips as his grip on Shizuo's shoulder's tightened and Shizuo stilled.
More.
He wanted to hear that again.
Another stroke followed, gentle and slow and Izaya bit his lips in an attempt to keep his voice down. But the effort was spoiled as Shizuo leaned in and captured Izaya's lips in a kiss.
Heat rushed to Izaya's head- he couldn't think, couldn't speak-
He felt too good-
The sensation of having Shizuo this close to his body- touching him in ways he never dreamed of-
It was too intense.
"You know, these dresses really suit you," Shizuo suddenly whispered, and Izaya groaned. "They don-" but he faded out halfway as a muffled moan bubbled forth from his throat.
Just when Izaya's legs had spread unintentionally he couldn't tell, but they had because suddenly Shizuo smiled.
Leaning back he ran his fingers through his hair for a short moment of peace, before Izaya's gown was brushed aside revealing a manly chest, as well as his hardened erection.
Quickly, before Izaya could utter a complaint of embarrassment Shizuo suddenly moved down. A kiss was cast to his upper thigh, a glance thrown towards Izaya's eyes and suddenly it was there-
"Shizu-!" His mouth covered his dick whole and Izaya saw stars.
Hands shot forward to Shizuo's head, trying to force him away from parts that he shouldn't be dirtying himself with-
But it felt divine.
It felt-
Head tilting back, Izaya slapped a hand in front of his mouth to cover the obscene noises escaping his throat.
And Shizuo smiled.
It was then that he remembered Shinra's words and a bottle of actual walnut oil moved into his sight.
Reaching for it he dipped his fingers into the substance and the rich nutty scent quickly proved his hunch right.
All former thoughts of weirdness and odd practice were cast aside as all he felt was unrivaled desire.
Within seconds his decision was made and a careful finger slipped to Izaya's behind.
"What are you-" Izaya gasped, and his body shook at the assault of multiple sensations.
"I'm not sure myself," Shizuo whispered, leaving off Izaya's erection for a second as he smiled.
"Tell me if I hurt you in any way." And Izaya swallowed hard the amount of care put into those words.
And then it was there.
A finger.
A bit tight.
Unfamiliar.
Izaya felt slightly overwhelmed by the sensation- but not bad.
Shizuo's eyes were resting upon every movement he made and every show of discomfort he might reveal.
Pleasant shivers traveled down his spine and eyes lidded as Izaya leant in for a kiss.
Shizuo groaned softly into that kiss and his pants pulled down with a quick hands motion.
Heat on heat his dick pressed against Izaya's in no time- and it slid down. Accidentally really, but moving along the line leading to Izaya's ass Shizuo swallowed hard.
He had to be crazy.
To become this aroused from Izaya's sight and yet nothing filled his chest with more pride than seeing Izaya get hard for him.
And suddenly Shizuo leaned in. Closely.
The words brushed past Izaya's ear in low whispers and Izaya moaned at the way it made his dick jump.
"Please hit me if I do anything you don't like."
And suddenly it was there.
His dick.
Smeared with oil it moved to his hole- softly, slowly, pushing in-
And Izaya's back arched at the sensation.
His eyes grew wide and the feeling was too new to sort out.
The sensation- he had never experienced anything like this-
And so he held his breath for a for a moment as he felt this unfamiliar
sensation going deep inside his body.
He could feel it- the throbs- the radiating heat-
He was being fucked.
Fucked by a man.
By Shizuo- He felt his body, his muscles, his voice mixed in his breath low and lustful, his restraint in every action he executed and his care lingering in his eyes.
And somehow his guts only grew hotter.
More-
He wanted more of this-
It was when Shizuo's hands slid under his thighs keeping them up as he went deeper that a low guttural moan left his lips.
It was weird, but somehow Izaya realized only right there, that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself.
He was doing this to Shizuo, he was making him feel this aroused-
Pride and happiness of no reason suddenly filled his chest to the brim.
And suddenly Shizuo struck a spot.
Izaya didn't know what it was nor why it happened, but suddenly it was there.
Pure pleasure-
A low gasp rendered Izaya speechless as his arms circled Izaya's shoulders.
He felt so good-
So complete-
And it was only when Shizuo's stomach met Izaya's closest as he could that he stilled for a moment.
A soft smile spread across Shizuo's lips and he chuckled as he cast a kiss upon Izaya's chest.
"Say, do you feel like a woman now?" he asked, with a voice too husky and deep for a joke as silly as that.
"Shut up-" Izaya panted with the same smile on his lips and suddenly Shizuo moved-
Out-
In-
Heavy moans ripped off Izaya's lips as his head buried itself in Shizuo's shoulder.
He could feel him- in so many ways-
The heat, the voice, the deep affection in his eyes, the hand in his own-
None of those women had seen this side of him and Izaya's grasp tightened on Shizuo.
Again he moved out and in and
Izaya's feet crossed behind his back, forcing him deeper.
The kitchen was filled with moans.
Shizuo's expression, the raw want, the care on his eyes-
Izaya was making him feel good.
He wanted to make him feel even better-
Head tilted and neck exposed Shizuo took his chance as he saw it and kissed it.
Izaya's skin was pale, his hair disheveled and his voice angelic to his ears.
It was only then that Shizuo noticed Izaya's earrings and the way they sparkled in the dim light of the fireplace.
The crimson red matched his eyes like searing fire and Shizuo smiled.
"You are so gorgeous," he breathed with a perfectly angled thrust.
Izaya's body trembled and his expression churned.
Arms clutched Shizuo's back and his forehead leant against his shoulder.
It felt so good-
And suddenly there was a hand on his dick, stroking-
"Beautiful." Shizuo continued and Izaya gasped.
"Stop saying tha-ah-"
"Mesmerizing."
"Shizu-"
"Captivating."
And suddenly Izaya clawed at Shizuo's shoulder as his body shuddered and Shizuo lost it.
More- faster- harder-
He felt his own erection prickle with release and Izaya's name flew from his lips-
"Izaya-"
Izaya was choking on his breath, pulling Shizuo closer was all he could as his eyes saw stars.
A sensation so intense he was sure he had never felt before wracked his body and Shizuo stilled-
His body shook with obvious desire and Izaya drowned in his guttural moan.
Pleasure of kinds Izaya had never felt before prickled his entire body and he gasped for air.
He stained his own dress along with Shizuo's shirt, but somehow none of that mattered as he drowned in unexplainable warmth and for a moment he is sure the two of them were hotter than the fireplace
Chest heaving he tried to catch his breath after what felt like an eternity and a soft cough left his lips. It was nothing but a quick discomfort in his now very dry throat, but the action quickly caused Shizuo to jerk.
"Are you okay? Should I call for Shinra?" Worry was quick to call to Shizuo's expression and somehow Izaya felt even warmer at the show of concern.
"Right now? That would be a sight to behold," he tried to joke, but Shizuo seemed not in the mood for jokes as he gently cupped Izaya's face.
"I don't care."
Pure care displayed in his eyes and for a second Izaya was utterly lost in them.
"I'm fine," he whispered in quick assurance and a bright smile drew upon his lips. "Really," he emphasized, and glanced at Shizuo's lips.
Another kiss was on his mind and yet there was a remaining question to be answered first.
What had they done?
And why?
"Izaya-" Shizuo whispered as though he wanted to give the answer but voices of unfamiliar bodies talking quickly shut them both up and Izaya froze.
Someone was in the hallway and coming here-
to be continued~
xD I guess this was a little unexpected ahahahah but hey, this fire has been kept small for way too long xD No worries though, there will be loooooooots of time to talk next chapter C: this banquett isn't over yet xDDDD