Chapter 77: Love

It was surprisingly cold in the monk's sleeping chambers. Which made sense, considering the modern monastery had probably been refurbished at some point to align with modern standards.

But in this time setting?

A single torch snatched from the corridor and placed into a socket on the wall was the only source of light and heat and Izaya found himself shuddering the moment the door closed.

The bed looked anything but inviting either.

Flat. Cold.

There was a mattress on top, but made of what? Hay? Straw? Feathers?

He couldn't quite tell by the way it was wrapped in a tight blanket, but the uneven character told volumes about the comfort it was not going to provide.

At least the blankets were keeping some warmth.

Grasping the rim of the cover hiding his body, Izaya sighed softly. Somehow it was only now that the reality of their current situation caught up with him.

"Should we sleep?" Shizuo asked, blissfully immune to the horrors that this age provided and Izaya nodded with a weak smile.

"Yeah."

Sleep.

Maybe tomorrow would be a better day. Maybe it would change his perspective. His fatigue. Because right now it was a bit much to take.

As if on cue his body decided that a tinge of lightheadedness was all that was missing to Izaya's demise and he sidestepped the floor for a brief staggering moment.

Shizuo's shoulder was what his body met first upon the slight mishap and Izaya sighed, "Sorry-" A word as superfluous as it was the last nail in his coffin.

A soft yelp escaped Izaya's lips as his feet lost their ground.

Hand had slipped behind his knees and before he knew what was going on he was in Shizuo's arms and dropped onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" Izaya complained, rose from the unfamiliar fabric, but quicker than the answer he wished for, he found Shizuo's arms circling his hips from behind.

Calm, soothing and so awfully pleasantly warm.

"We will make it." Shizuo said, as if it were the most obvious answer to Izaya's question and scooped Izaya into a tight hug.

Warmth radiated off the black haired former bartender and somehow Izaya found himself oddly lost.

"Easier said than done," he whispered and closed his eyes. He could feel Shizuo's nose, brushing his ear, his heartips tickling his neck, but most importantly the unjustified confidence radiating off him at all times.

"We will," Shizuo agreed with no shimmer of doubt in his voice and Izaya frowned.

"Where do you take that unrivaled confidence from?" he asked, and turned his head sideways. A strand of hair refused to make way and Shizuo brushed it aside with gentle ease. "From you."

And somehow Izaya couldn't help but snort softly.

From him, huh?

True.

He was the one keeping his calm usually. Shizuo was the one who should be freaking out. And yet- just when had their roles reversed like this?

"Ah, so that's why I'm lacking it today," he concluded, but somehow the joke lacked the usual bite his words held. And he noticed.

"Sorry, I'm a bit out of it," Izaya said softly, and the hold on his body only tightened.

"In what way?" Shizuo whispered and Izaya couldn't help but sigh.

"Every way?" he asked, unsure how to put the chaos in his head into words. "Can't quite stop the rush of thoughts in my head." Roy's ability, what happened back at the monastery in their time, their own abilities, the demon, the times they had fallen into- none of those problems was easy to be solved.

None- And it was frustrating.

"I mean how am I supposed to bring them back?" Izaya groaned and his head turned to face Shizuo.

Frustration was written all across his troubled eyes, and somehow Shizuo understood. Despite lacking most of the content that Izaya was worrying about he understood.

To him the matter was simple. No matter where they were or ended up going to, he just needed to make sure everyone stayed safe. he could do that. Easily.

But only because he knew he could rely on Izaya and his superior thinking to keep the larger goals on track.

It had to be exhausting to always be the one in charge.

And so he smiled.

And a soft kiss was pressed to Izaya's eyelids. His cheeks. His neck.

Perplexion along with a quiet sigh followed in response and Izaya lifted an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" Izaya asked, and Shizuo moved onto all fours, towering above Izaya.

"Serving a distraction?" he explained with a hint of insinuation and Izaya snorted.

"Nice try but that won't work."

He was convinced of that. Really.

But Shizuo was no man to just give up before even trying.

The blankets they had snatched from the monastery were still the only fabric covering their bodies and made it so much easier for Shizuo's hand to glide past the rim and slowly slip his touch along Izaya's thighs.

It was an unexpected, warm and oddly exciting action.

Izaya's back arched in a short reflex and his eyes flickered up to Shizuo's.

"You sure?" Shizuo asked, and Izaya swallowed for a moment as he was unsure of his own desires.

He was exhausted, he was sad somewhat and oddly lost. And yet, the sensation of Shizuo's skin against his was too familiar to perceive as unpleasant.

The opposite was actually the case and for once Izaya wasn't quite sure whether he should be cursing his blood or just himself for reacting the way he did.

Expectant eyes looked at Izaya with every intention to stop or follow through depending on what Izaya's answer was and he swallowed hard.

Sure, huh? He wasn't sure about anything right now. All he knew was that Shizuo's touch felt good even when it shouldn't and so he raised his wrist against his lips.

"Depends."

It was more than enough of an answer for Shizuo to understand and he smiled, before moving his palm further north.

Thighs, so devilishly soft and tempting were bared to the cool air, but before Izaya could even remotely grow cold Shizuo's head had lowered.

Kisses- one after the other trailed up his thigh. Soft. Careful. The hands having moved upwards accidentally brushed against Izaya's dick, now slowly but surely coming to life and Shizuo smiled against his skin.

"Good?" he asked in a whisper seductively low.

A nod was all that was given, and suddenly he was there.

Closer, that head between his legs, and that mouth-

Swallowing a stuttered moan, Izaya closed his eyes as his hand shot forward to grab Shizuo's hair.

Good-

It felt-

Hot heat engulfed his cock from top to bottom and Shizuo's eyes slowly slipped the faint color of black. It was a sight as erotic as it could be and the sensations were too much for Izaya to take.

Quicker than expected for both of them, Izaya's dick jerked and Izaya's palm covered his mouth as he muffled the sound of his own moans as he came.

it had been short, it had been quick, but not lacking in passion in any way.

Chest heaving lightly Shizuo rose from his spot and smiled at Izaya, knowing he had done his job well.

It was then that Izaya's eyes trailed down to Shizuo's own dick.

The cover having slipped off Shizuo almost entirely, it was presented in it all its enormous and hard glory.

"What about you?" he heaved, and Shizuo blinked for a second, obviously confused about what Izaya was talking about. It took him a while three seconds to realize that he was talking about his arousal.

"I'm good," he negated quickly. After all, he hadn't sucked Izaya off in hope to get a lay. He just wanted to get his mind off everything, even if just for a few minutes.

But Izaya seemed more concerned about his libido as he lifted an eyebrow in mild amusement.

"You are hard," he announced and Shizuo snorted. "Your moans are at fault for that."

And somehow something about that reply caused a weight to lift off Izaya's shoulders. Right.

He was the reason for his reaction.

Because Shizuo loved him. He loved him. Always would. No matter what happened, no matter where they ended up or how.

Shizuo was here and he wouldn't leave. He was as much a constant as he had always been and somehow Izaya found himself immensely comforted by that idea.

It was only a second that had passed, maybe two, and Shizuo was fully set on just rolling up next to Izaya and going to catch some well deserved sleep.

But that was not what Izaya had in mind.

Pushing himself up Izaya's hand was quicker to touch Shizuo's cock than he liked.

"Izaya you don't have to-" he started, but a finger was quickly pressed against his lips to shut him up.

And suddenly Izaya smiled.

A real smile, not a fake one.

"You act like I don't love you fucking the living daylights out of me," he whispered seductive, and Shizuo's eyes darkened as his dick jerked.

Before he knew it Izaya had already slipped onto his lap and his cock aligned. "

"Izaya-" Shizuo whispered, but even sure anyone what he was supposed to say, but all words were tossed out of the window when his dick pressed past the ring of muscles-

Moans stifled in Shizuo's shoulder and Izaya's hands clutched his back as he lowered himself.

More-

He wanted more-

Slower than ever but not lacking any of the sensations to be felt Izaya let himself sink onto Shizuo until he was in to the hilt.

Soft pants left his lips and thighs twitched softly as he rose his gaze to meet Shizuo's-

"Izaya-"

"Didn't you say you would distract me?" Izaya whispered, and a smile, so true to his desires, tugged his lips upwards. Izaya truly wanted this and that knowledge alone was enough for Shizuo to move-

Heavy kisses, strong thrusts executed slowly, but so devilishly good started moving Izaya's body up and down.

Eyes were closed shut, his mouth palmed in an effort to keep his voice down as Shizuo grunted into his ears-

"Fuck- Izaya-"

Was it the moment? The action? The way they moved?

Izaya didn't really know what it was that cause him to tipple over as fast as he did, but he did and before he knew it climax crashed into his body with its full flown force-

And Shizuo seemed to be the same as his own erratic movements stilled and the warmth of semen filled his insides.

Hot the pants and the feeling of closeness swallowed them whole and suddenly the cold and empty chamber simply didn't seem as cold and empty as it had before.

A kiss, passionate and gentle was all that was shared after a brief glance to each others eyes as the two remained.

Just like that.

With no regard for anything else in the universe apart from themselves.

Izaya looked at Shizuo and somehow it was suddenly as if the confidence Shizuo had put in him had actually managed to leap across.

Because it was fine.

It truly was, wasn't it?

As long as they were together there was nothing they couldn't manage, right?

And somehow that silly conclusion, induced by the afterglow of sex didn't only elevate Izaya's mood but also caused him to laugh.

Sweetly, with chuckles not made for the situation, and Shizuo snorted. "What?"

"I love you, you know that?" Izaya answered faster and more directly than Shizuo would have expected and he blinked.

"I do-" he replied with all that he could answer, and Izaya's lips merged with his own once more in a gentle kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, "This was just what I needed."

"Fucking the light out of your eyes?" Shizuo laughed, but even he understood that Izaya was talking about something else.

"You," Izaya answered, and his head leant against Shizuo's chest as he pulled him into a tight hug. "That's all I need."

It was right then that Shizuo's dick, still inside Izaya, jerked with no ill intention and Izaya moaned, feeling it right up against his prostate.

"Did you just grow harder?" he chuckled and Shizuo's eyes grew dark.

"Not my fault if you say shit like that-" he whispered and trapped Izaya in a kiss.

Ah.

Truly.

He was right.

A smirk drew across Izaya's lips and without any warning he let his back meet the mattress, but without moving his hips which resulted in an obscenely detailed view of Shizuo's cock inside Izaya. Without batting an eyelid Izaya's palms grazed up his own inner thighs where they were connected.

"Move-" he whispered hotly, his eyes purple and his intentions more than clear.

"But the nuns-" Shizuo threw in, glancing towards the door, but his head was quickly turned by Izaya's hands.

"I'm not a fan of patience," he whispered and glanced towards the torch inside their room.

The flames had stopped moving, just when Shizuo didn't know, but his eyes were trapped elsewhere anyway.

"Fuck me, Shizu-chan," Izaya whispered.

And he did-

Hard, rough, fast-

Nails reaked across skin, screams of pleasure lost themselves in names, called over and over again.

And Izaya eventually found himself overwhelmed by bliss and an orgasm too intense to take.

Hands intertwined with each other and glances of a never dying flame called for no tomorrow.

At least not now, not tonight. And it was fine.

Because it was Shizu-chan and Izaya. And as long as they were together everything was going to be okay eventually.

to be continued~

xD Well, well, well, we do have to regularly charge our main cast, don't we? x'DDD

Now that we got our new settings down and know what we want, let's dive into this new world and the obstacles it provides, shall we? C:

See you next friday~ C: