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Ikebukuro has always been a lively city no matter the time of day. People gather into the narrow roads and alleyways trying to navigate the hot Tokyo sun to wherever shop or restaurant brings them here. This city is no stranger to peculiar and interesting people, and today is no different. Shizuo is a prime example of peculiar.
To outsiders, Shizuo is a mysterious and dangerous figure. In his own opinion, he is as normal as the next man in a bartender's uniform. Becoming Tom's body guard was the obvious next choice when all others failed him. Anger issues and outbursts have costed him many jobs. Although not his first choice, he is grateful for the opportunity and friendship Tom has given him. However, some of those memories of being scolded by a boss or higher up sting more than others, as it was clearly not his doing.
That man's face burns into his memory. A scar he wishes to forget but refuses to leave him alone. In fact, the scar gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger until it digs so deep he can't take it anymore and it all comes pouring out of him like an overflowing teapot of fury.
Izaya Orihara
As if to read his mind, the all too familiar footsteps creep up behind him and Tom.
"Shizu-chan, you do know this is a non-smoking area right?"
Shizuo looks over his right shoulder to see the sign hung on the lamppost. He genuinely did not notice the sign, likely because he did not even realize he was smoking either; just lit a stick out of habit. Not that anyone would dare try to enforce the rules to Heiwajima Shizuo, maybe except for one person.
"It really is rude, you know", Izaya says with a smirk on his face.
Tom sighs and stares at the both of them bickering as if he was used to this behavior. Although the two's escapades are not daily, they happen more than Tom would prefer. Afterall, it defeats the purpose of hiring a body guard if the body guard needs more protection than the employer. Shizuo looks irritated by the teasing of the shorter man.
"Why don't you just leave this city, Izaya!". Shizuo is practically shouting already, easily provoked by Izayas remarks. "Leave? I work here now". He points behind him. "Don't you remember? It's almost like you want to see me Shizu-chan".
Shizuo barely let him finish his sentence before launching the nearest object towards Izaya's general direction. Izaya quickly darted around the corner without breaking eye contact with Shizuo, taunting him. Shizuo quickly followed suit and ran after the other. Orihara Izaya is quick, cunning, and always manages to stay a few steps ahead of Shizuo. He manages to escalate the situation through manipulation and irritation tactics that never fail to work on Shizuo. The other man, however, has his own way for fighting. It consists of a more aggressive and barbaric style that has much less thought behind it. Their fights demonstrate a point blank brains versus brawns battle.
Izaya turns his head around to see that Shizuo is indeed following behind him. With a swift kick, Shizuo removes a hazard sign straight out of the ground and hangs it over his shoulder. He darts straight towards his rival and attempts to swing a hit on his head, but misses when Izaya ducks and heads directly into a narrow alleyway.
When Shizuo makes it to the alley, he abandons his weapon and carefully enters. He notices Izaya standing on the other end, staring intensely at the other man. They face each other for a moment in silence before the shorter of the two speaks up.
"So, what's your plan, Shizu-chan?" he asks, clearly trying to rile the other up. "I plan to shut you the fuck up". Izaya laughs at this comment.
"You have never succeeded thus far. What makes you think it's going to work now?"
Shizuo has heard enough from him and is getting really irritated. His hands ball up into tight fists and tremble at his sides. The alleyway is very narrow, to the point where both of Shizuo's shoulders are practically touching both ends of the wall. It would be hard to maneuver in here.
Shizuo stomps his way toward the other, but Izaya has other plans. Right before Shizuo can reach him, he heads up the ladder leading to the roof.
"Catch me if you can, Shizu-cha-". He was cut off by a fed up Shizuo.
"You are not going anywhere, you piece of shit". Shizuo leaps up to grab Izaya's long jacket and pulls him off of the ladder, falling backwards onto Shizuo.
Before Shizuo could even process what is about to happen, Izaya crashes into his chest backwards and causes him to bounce his head straight off the wall behind him.
"Ow, fuck! What the hell are you doing?" he barks at Izaya who is currently wincing in pain from scraping his limbs on the fall down. "What are you talking about? You are the one who dragged me down here!"
Stuck wouldn't be the right word to describe their situation, but it is an uncomfortable position. Both of them are sandwiched between the walls with Izaya facing away from the other. Izaya's back is pressed up against Shizuo's head and chest while holding himself up with his legs on the other end of the wall. He manages to slowly crawl himself onto his feet and back onto the ground, but stays put in front of Shizuo.
After a moment of awkward silence, Izaya tilts his head backwards and rests his head against Shizuo's chest, observing the human's reaction.
"Well, you have me at arms length. How do you plan to kill me?"
Shizuo looks down at Izaya, who is clearly trying to edge him on. The throbbing pain in his head slowly dissipated, leaving him with greater mental clarity than before.
Shizuo takes a deep breath in and out before trying to speak. "Iza-"
Before he could finish his statement, Izaya pushes himself off of Shizuo and attempts to book it out of there.
Now, Shizuo is really fed up.
He lunges at Izaya and grabs his throat from behind, dragging him back to their original position. "I am not letting you go. You started this, but I am gonna finish it."
Ikebukuro is a place where peculiar people go, and Izaya and Shizuo are no exception. To most people, seeing these two fight is not extremely out of the ordinary, but the situation at hand is.
Shizuo didn't think he could ever feel this way toward a man until now. Maybe it was the way that his long fingers wrapped around the other's pale throat, or the way that Izaya looked up at him with those vixen like eyes. Whatever the cause was, it made Shizuo stop in his tracks, unable to register any other stimuli other than the man pressed against his body.
Neither of them dared to speak; both completely caught off guard by the position they forced themselves into. Nothing could have prepared them for an interaction like this, not this soon. Not this fast.
Izaya nudges himself around to face Shizuo, who loosened the grip on his throat but refused to let go. Shizuo's hand is now resting on the nape of Izaya's neck. The front of their bodies press against one another, hot from the sun and the chase.
"I'm sorry". Shizuo blurts out. "Oh? Shizu-chan is apologizing? I didn't think that this was all it took to get a monster to calm down". Izaya leans his head forward, bringing his face closer to the other.
"But I don't think you are calm, Shizuo."
Shizuo quickly turns his head away in embarrassment. "Shut up flea! You are sick in the head. Making that face at me!".
Izaya looks confused. "What face?".
'What face? The face you made 30 seconds ago, when your head was forced back to look at me. When my fingers were wrapped tightly around your throat. The way that you never broke eye contact and looked me in the eyes a way I've never seen before. You looked... like you got caught but didn't wanna be let out of the trap'
Now that he thinks about it, there have been very few opportunities to see Izaya close up. If there were any moments, Shizuo was completely blinded by rage to see any type of humanistic features on him. Never in his life did he think a man was beautiful, let alone his arch nemesis. But god does he look good right now.
'There is no way that he just naturally looks this pretty'
Shizuo is at war with himself in his head and doesn't know what to do with this newfound information he learned about himself.
"Don't play dumb with me, you are doing it on purpose". Shizuo is in complete denial. "I really do not understand, Shizu-chan".
But it didn't take Izaya long to figure out what Shizuo meant. Oh. Ohhhhh.
"I can't believe it, Shizu-chan likes boys".
Shizuo is thrown off by his comment and yells at the top of his lungs. "What the fuck are you talking about?!?".
Izaya bursts into a fit of laughter, unable to contain himself. Shizuo is visibly flustered now, blush covering his whole face. Shizuo is done with the teasing for today. He moves his hand around to choke the front part of Izaya's throat, pushing against him harder this time.
"Stop fucking with me!"
Izaya is pinned against the wall unable to move and his hands try and pry Shizuo off of him. He loosens his grip on Izaya's neck to let him speak. Izaya clears his throat and looks up at Shizuo with that same look that drove him insane the first time.
"I'm not fucking with you".
That's all Shizuo needed to hear. Shizuo pulled Izaya toward him and kissed him with everything he had. Izaya puts his hands on Shizuo's chest and accepts the encounter. It was rough, but it wasn't irrational. Shizuo wants to taste Izaya for all he was worth. He was gonna savor the moment because there was no telling if he would ever get an opportunity like this ever again.
They both pulled apart for air and Izaya smiled at Shizuo.
"See, I was right. Shizu-chan does like boys".
"Yeah, maybe I do, but how about you huh? You seem to be enjoying this too". Shizuo questions.
"You know I love all humans right? I don't discriminate."
"That doesn't really answer my question, idiot. Are you saying you would fuck every human too?" Izaya smirks at Shizuo for his remark.
"Are you suggesting that we are gonna fuck, Shizu-chan?"
"If it gets you to shut the fuck up, then I'll try anything".
They both lean in for the kiss this time, and Izaya's hands wander down Shizuo's chest and stop at his belt. He notices this and growls into the kiss, waiting for Izaya to do something more. He fiddles with the buckle, teasing the blond, looking for a reaction. "Fuck you", Shizuo hisses.
"Working on it". Izaya hums. He undoes his belt but leaves Shizuo hanging, removing his hands and bringing them up to cup Shizuo face.
The gentleness of Izaya's touch makes Shizuo queasy. Shizuo didn't think the broker had it in him to be this soft and frankly, it makes him sick seeing someone so vicious feel... normal.
Izaya speaks up. "Shizu-chan? You seem distracted. I hope you are gonna keep your word". This snaps Shizuo out of his thoughts once again.
"Don't worry idiot. I am far from done with you".
Shizuo presses down on Izaya's shoulders coaxing him to drop to his knees, but Izaya has other plans.
"Wait, not here". Izaya grabs Shizuo's shirt sleeve and leads him out of the alleyway. As they walk back out into the crowd, Shizuo becomes self-conscious about their unusual behavior. He hasn't even figured out his own feelings, let alone how he wants other people to feel about it. Shizuo has an idea.
He swipes his arm away from Izaya who promptly turns around to see Shizuo going in for a punch. Shizuo isn't sure if Izaya got the memo, but what he does know is that Izaya returns back to his normal demeanor. Shizuo already misses Izaya's calm temperament. He starts to run after the broker when he is led somewhere unfamiliar.
"Flea, this is not your apartment". They both slow down to a stop. Shizuo is beginning to think they were not on the same page after all.
"Oh, I wasn't taking you there. Namie might still be working. Plus, this will work much nicer for us". Izaya flashes him an evil grin.
Shizuo cannot believe this man.
'A love hotel???'
As if Shizuo couldn't be any more embarrassed of this situation, Izaya doesn't seem to care whatsoever and quickly enters the building with a smile.
"What if someone sees us here together?" Shizuo asks, cautious about his surroundings. "You don't wanna be seen with me, Shizu-chan?". Izaya replies.
"Not really".
Izaya stops at the kiosk and turns around to face Shizuo. "That isn't any way to talk someone you are about to sleep with", he pouts.
Shizuo brings his hand up to his head and shakily runs his fingers through his hair. "I cannot believe that this is happening right now". Izaya smiles and returns to paying for their room. Shizuo stares at the back of Izaya's head. He still cannot get over the surrealism of the situation.
Once Izaya is finished, he leads the two of them to their stay for the time being. The trip there was painfully silent, but the smile on Izaya's face was loud enough. When they made it inside the room. Shizuo could not believe his eyes.
It was a fully decorated room in full love hotel fashion. Warm, red LED lights and a canopy bed topped off with satin bedsheets. The bathroom had a large jacuzzi bathtub that could easily fit multiple people. Izaya wasted no time rummaging around. "Hey, look. Condoms". Izaya holds up a packet.
Shizuo walks in front of Izaya who is now sitting on the bed, looking through the bedside table's drawer.
"So, uh.. what are you doing?". Shizuo asks, still looking down at the broker. "There is no rush, Shizu-chan. Let me explore a little."
But Shizuo is too wound up to wait. He promptly pushes Izaya down onto the mattress and kisses him with a sense of urgency. Izaya is caught off guard but soon after melts into the kiss and moans against Shizuo's mouth. Shizuo breaks the kiss and crawls on top on Izaya on all fours.
"Tell me to stop and I will".
Izaya scrunches his nose and giggles. "Aw, Shizu-chan cares about my wellbeing."
"No, but I am not as heartless as you think I am. I'm serious, Izaya. Tell me to stop and I will". Shizuo repeats.
"Okay, okay I get it. Just get on with it, will you?".
Shizuo moves his hands to take off Izaya's shirt. Izaya lifts his arms above his head to help him out and quickly kicks his shoes off. Shizuo then moves down and slowly undoes Izaya's pants and peels them off of his body, leaving Izaya in just his socks and boxer briefs. He then brings his hands to both of Izaya's thighs and gives them a squeeze. Shizuo relishes in the sight before him.
If he didn't already think Izaya was pretty, he does now. Its obvious that Izaya has thin, long legs because of the clothes he wears, but it is a another story when that man is practically naked underneath you. Shizuo slides his his hands up to Izaya's waist and holds a strong grip on them. Shizuo's hands look massive, or maybe Izaya's waist is small.
"God, you are so beautiful you fucking piece of shit". Shizuo squeezed his waist. "I hate how you make me feel". Izaya spoke no words, but just softly smiled. Shizuo leans down to kiss Izaya on the mouth. This time Shizuo was more rough. Izaya once again yielded and let his explore the inside of his mouth. Shizuo stuck his tongue inside Izaya's mouth to show him who's in charge.
Izaya feels suffocated with Shizuo's grip on his waist and the dominating mouth pressed against his own. Izaya wiggled underneath him, but Shizuo only pressed harder. It was exhilarating.
When Shizuo finally pulled back, Izaya sucked in a generous amount of air. He was a mess; cheeks red and hot, hair disheveled, and eyes locked into the other. Shizuo started to strip himself, freeing his hardened erection of the clothes that hold him back.
"Ready to continue where we stopped?". Shizuo grabs Izaya's wrist and violently yanks him off the bed. "Get on your knees, you fucking whore". He then pushes him down so that he was eye level with his waist. Izaya chose to stay silent yet again and wasted no time going down on the monster in front of him.
Izaya took an experimental lick. The cock that Shizuo possessed was just as large as he imagined, but it still sent a shiver down his spine. Izaya looked up at Shizuo, who quite frankly seemed irritated. Shizuo grabbed handfuls of Izaya's hair and forced him down on his cock.
Izaya choked hard but didn't pull back. He glanced up at the blonde to see his expression but wasn't expecting what he saw.
Shizuo was smiling.
He was looking down at him with wide eyes and a cocky smirk that if it weren't the current circumstances, he would have wiped the smile right off his face and sent him away angry and unsatisfied. Shizuo loved the temporary power he gained. Not in strength, but in a psychological sense. In combat, Shizuo was stronger, but was never able to catch up to Izaya. Right now, Izaya was at his mercy and letting him man handle him like he has always dreamed about.
Shizuo had always had the man power, but never had the upper hand. Now, the tables have turned and it makes him excited in a sick, twisted way.
Izaya doesn't break eye contact while he chokes away on Shizuo's cock. The sounds coming out of him are near concerning, but it only makes Shizuo's grip on Izaya's hair tighter. Izaya holds Shizuo's legs to stabilize himself and grips hard, leaving nail marks on his skin.
"Fuck. I found a use for that annoying mouth of yours." Shizuo begins to thrust gently into his mouth to time it with his hair pulling.
Izaya gags. Tears prickle in his eyes.
"Serves you right, bastard".
Shizuo violently rips away from Izaya, leaving him coughing and shaking on the floor. Shizuo wastes no time picking him up and throwing him on the bed, leaving Izaya stunned and breathless.
Izaya had a hard time comprehending how to feel about the situation. It was odd; not being the one in control. As much as he wanted to think about it, Shizuo gave him no time to process his actions before forcefully moving on to the next one. For once, he felt nothing. It was painful, sure, being handled by an abnormally powerful beast of a human. However, he felt relieved being able to let go and having someone else decide his choices for him. Not that there were many options for him to begin with.
Shizuo spread him open. He found the lube in the cabinet and quickly coated his hand and stroked himself. Izaya took a deep breath in and let it out, staring at what was about to enter him. Shizuo lined his penis up with Izaya's ass and took once final glance at Izaya's face before pushing himself into him.
Izaya gasped, pupils blown and stared at the sight beneath him. Izaya has slept with other men and women before, for "work purposes" of course, but Shizuo made him feel like an inexperienced virgin. He was an unstoppable force that had a goal and he was going to get his prize no matter what it took. Izaya threw his arms above himself and gripped the satin sheets beneath him. He moaned and whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the intense pressure caused by the man on top of him. Izaya's eyes instinctively shut hard when Shizuo starts to thrust quicker. Shizuo moans, and Izaya could hear how aroused he is.
When Izaya finally opens his eyes, he locks onto Shizuo's. He never looked away from him even for a second.
Izaya couldn't help but make pathetic, broken cries when Shizuo strokes his insides like that. His dick was long enough, so it easily hit his sweet spot with every thrust. Izaya parted his lips to speak.
"Shizu-".
A hand flew over his mouth and gripped his jaw before he could finish his sentence.
"Don't speak to me, you understand. Just do as you are told." Shizuo commands.
And Izaya obliged. He frantically nods.
Shizuo moves his hand down to Izaya's neck. "Open your mouth".
Izaya instinctively opens his mouth for him, sticking his tongue out slightly. Shizuo grips his neck to pull himself closer to Izaya's face, but not stopped his thrusts. He spits in Izaya's mouth.
"Swallow it, you dog".
As if under a spell, Izaya doesn't complain and does as he is told. He swallows hard and looks at Shizuo dead in the eyes as his saliva goes down his throat. Shizuo smirks at him with half lidded eyes.
"Good boy".
Izaya whimpers at his praise and Shizuo can't get enough of it.
Shizuo feels himself getting closer and momentarily takes a break to gather his composure. Izaya is less than thrilled at the sudden loss of stimulation and wiggles his hips to milk out any ounce of contact with the other. Shizuo moves to grab something out of his discarded pants on the floor.
A cigarette and lighter.
He pulls a stick out and promptly fiddles with the lighter to catch a spark. Izaya is locked in to the sight in front of him, but says no word. When the fire starts, he throws the box and lighter to the side and inhales like he's been deprived of air for minutes. He releases all the smoke onto Izaya.
Shizuo knows he's close, he wont last much longer. Judging how Izaya looks, he is close as well. Shizuo holds the stick in his mouth so he can free his hands to grab Izaya's legs to line himself up again. The sense of euphoria that Shizuo gets when he enters him is just as good as the first time.
He tries to make it quick. He quickens his pace much to Izaya's pleasure. At this point, the man beneath Shizuo is beyond saving and too far addicted to the pleasure that he has lost all rationality left in him. The noises coming out of him are incoherent and primal, nothing like the man Shizuo once knew.
Izaya comes first. White fluid covers his stomach in perfect, pretty lines. Not once did he touch himself.
"Shiz-"
"Shizuo-Ah".
"Please. please"
"It's- too much".
"Shizu-chan"
Pleads come one after another, but Shizuo has no reason to stop. Right before he finishes he takes one last puff of his cigarette and releases every built up frustration in his body. His orgasm ripples through his body. He empties the rest of his come into the man beneath him. Shizuo doesn't even bother to pull out.
With one swift pull, Shizuo leaves Izaya empty.
"You are,"
Shizuo takes the cigarette out of his mouth and holds it between his fingers. He leans his upper body forward on the bed, folding over to face his temporary partner, extinguishing his cigarette on the mess that covered Izaya.
"just pathetic".
Izaya says nothing.
Shizuo leaves to the bathroom without thought. He opens the door and is greeted to the most over the top, obnoxious looking tub and sink he has ever seen. Once he spots the trashcan, he discards his used cigarette. Shizuo steps forward in front of the mirror. All the events of the past few hours come crashing down on him.
The encounter. The fight. The chase to the hotel.
The sex.
"God, what have I done".
Shizuo grabs a dry towel and darts out the door.
"Izaya!"
He walks toward the bed, where Izaya is slumped over on his side sleeping, still messy from the events of five minutes ago. His face is peaceful, even if it is red and tear stained from over exertion. Shizuo glances over at the bedside table.
We never even used the condom.