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Shizuo slowly walked towards Shinra's apartment, ignoring the ache that flared up with every step.
It started the way it always does: a few overconfident idiots— either too brave or too stupid to know better— and Shizuo's blinding fury.
Always, always his fury.
He barely remembered fighting them, if you could even call it that. Most of the gang scattered as soon as Shizuo's punch sent their leader flying; but one particularly stupid member got close enough to stab him, before running away like a coward.
Now he had a knife through his hand, a self-deprecating spiral, and dozens of long-since healed wounds. And right now, Shizuo was feeling all of them.
It was a slow, quiet ache radiated from every cut, bullet wound, and stab mark that littered his body.
Shizuo pulled the knife out and wondered how long this wound would haunt him for.
It was psychosomatic, Shinra said. His brain was tricking him into feeling pain even though his body had healed, a physical manifestation of his own guilt. The pain lingered for days after every fight— reparations, Shizuo thought, for all the violence and pain he had inflicted on others over the course of his lifetime.
The walk was thankfully short, the setting sun cooling down the heat of the day. He marched up the stairs, ignoring the throbbing in his hand as he knocked on the door.
It flung open, and Shizuo tried not to be disheartened by the fact that Shinra didn't seem the slightest bit surprised to see him standing there, with blood on his shirt.
He lifted his hand up without saying a word.
The bespectacled man sighed but opened the door wider for Shizuo to walk through. "Alright, but this will have to be quick. Me and Celty have a dinner date tonight!"
Shizuo walked to the couch and flopped down ungracefully, briefly wondering if Celty just sat there and watched him eat, but figured it might be rude to ask.
Although, it was probably ruder to show up unannounced and get blood all over their couch, but Shizuo wasn't perfect.
Shinra strolled over with his sewing kit, and started stitching his hand without a word. If Shizuo were a normal person, he might have been concerned with the speed and aggressiveness of Shinra’s sewing, but decided he should just be grateful to have someone willing to help him with zero notice, and no charge.
He looked up as Celty's shadow-encased figure walked over to them, holding up her PDA for him to read.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just got attacked by some idiots."
Celty tilted her helmet to the side, fingers flying as she typed on her keyboard.
"I'm sorry, did they say why?"
Shizuo sighed and shook his head. "No, just some punks looking for a fight."
"Hopefully they learned their lesson."
Shizuo could only dream.
Celty excitedly started to tell him about their plans that evening as Shinra finished tying the last knot.
It was nice, the rhythmic feel of Shinra's sewing and the gentle calm Celty always brought. It was the closest Shizuo got to peace these days, and he would’ve enjoyed it for longer if it weren't for a knock at the front door.
Shizuo could sense him before Shinra even let him in the room. His neck cracking from the speed he whipped his head around.
As if he wasn't already having a bad day.
Izaya looked momentarily caught off guard at the sight of Shizuo on the couch, before settling back into his usual smirk. Shizuo couldn't make out what Shinra was saying over the blood rushing in his ears. Izaya's eyes stayed locked onto Shizuo's for as long as he could as Shinra led them into the kitchen.
Shizuo tried to even out his breathing, attempting the useless techniques his court mandated therapist taught him, but that familiar rage began to swell up inside of him.
Izaya hadn't said anything to him yet, but somehow that was worse.
Shinra and Izaya spoke in low voices, quiet enough that Shizuo couldn't make out what they were saying, but Shinra handed Izaya what looked like a medication bottle before the man quickly slipped it into his coat pocket.
Shizuo sat on edge, waiting for some idiotic comment that would inevitably set him off. Every muscle in his body tensed and ready for the fight that would inevitably come once Izaya looked his way again.
He barely noticed Celty frantically moving in the corner of his eye, unable to look away from the flea.
Her PDA was then shoved in his face, "Ignore him."
Shizuo sincerely wishes that was possible.
Izaya turned around and leaned back against the countertop, slowly dragging his eyes from Shizuo's hand up, before locking eyes with him once again.
Shizuo swore he could feel heat like a physical brand wherever Izaya's gaze touched.
The corners of his mouth twisted up into a sleazy grin as Shizuo flushed with anger, his blood pressure rising the longer Izaya looked at him.
Shinra chattered next to the informant, gesturing wildly and almost smacking Izaya in the face with his hands, but those red eyes never blinked.
Celty had told him once that he gets tunnel vision around Izaya, and maybe she was right, because in that moment, they were the only two people in the room.
Izaya wet his lips and Shizuo had to clench his fists to stop them from shaking, or doing something incredibly stupid.
He hardly noticed the pain.
When he couldn’t stand Izaya’s amused gaze anymore, he quickly rose to his feet.
“You piece of shit!"
He didn't see Celty waving her PDA in front of him, or hear Shinra's loud exclamations. Everything was drowned out by gleeful eyes, and a maniac smile.
Izaya looked delighted and whipped out his switchblade, "Shall we?" He purred.
Shizuo picked up the coffee table. He would feel horrible about wrecking Shinra's apartment later, his guilt would eat at him and his skin would ache with the reminders of his misdeeds, but none of that mattered right now.
Just as he went to throw the table, the room burst into darkness. Inky tendrils coiled around his limbs, forcing him to drop the table. He felt them snake around his legs, arms, and torso. He tried to pry them off, but the more he fought, the more they tightened, like a Chinese finger trap.
In a matter of seconds, he was pulled off his feet and slammed into something. He heard someone groan, and then smoke cleared around them.
Shizuo looked down to see it was Izaya he collided with, looking just as shocked as Shizuo felt.
His head was spinning. Disoriented, Shizuo felt the gentle brush of a nose against his before he pulled back in horror.
They were on the floor, pressed chest to chest. Shizuo's arms were pinned behind his back. He had to strain his neck to look up, unable to support himself. Izaya had one arm stuck to his side, the other one pinned between their chests.
Izaya looked up at him, wide eyed and looking as shocked as Shizuo felt. He might’ve laughed at the stupid look on Izaya’s face if he was capable of feeling anything other than horror in that moment. Izaya’s cheeks were flushed a soft pink, the same color as his lips.
Shizuo turned his head, unable to look at Izaya so closely. The coffee table and Izaya's switchblade lay on the ground next to them.
Celty’s PDA was shoved next to their faces, "You two need to learn to control yourselves. We'll be back in a couple of hours. Try not to kill each other."
Shizuo looked at her betrayed, "Celty, you can't be serious."
"You can't keep me chained to this beast, he'll kill me!" Izaya sputtered below him— a fact Shizuo was trying very hard to ignore.
"Don't worry, my shadows will keep Shizuo's arms and hands restrained."
"What about the rest of him! He could rip my throat out with his teeth!" Izaya protested.
Shizuo whipped his head back to glare at the informant. "Trust me, flea, I don't want my mouth anywhere near your throat."
"It's time you two learn to tolerate each other so you can stop causing so much damage!" Shizuo knew she was right, but this wasn’t going to end without one of them in a body bag.
"We'll be back in a couple hours."
Their shouting filled the room until they heard the deafening sound of the door clicking shut, and the room fell into complete silence. Shizuo’s mind spiraled. He could still feel the sharp pain in his hand and the dull ache of his scars, and this position wasn’t helping.
Neither of them dared to speak.
In all the years they'd known each other, they’d never been alone like this before.
Sure they’d been around each other a lot, but most of that was against Shizuo’s will. The closest they ever got was when they chased each other around the city, but even then, they maintained some distance.
Shizuo could feel the blistering heat of Izaya, and the sharp lines of his body against his. The spicy notes of Izaya’s cologne filled the air, and suddenly Shizuo was surrounded by nothing but Izaya.
He’d never been this close to anyone. Of course the first person would be his mortal enemy.
It was a strange sensation, feeling someone else’s chest pressed against his, moving up and down with every breath they took. He could feel Izaya's racing heart against him.
He shifted uncomfortably, Izaya hadn’t said a word since they left. Still staring at the ceiling in shock.
Well, Shizuo should’ve known he couldn’t count on him.
He tested his strength against the bonds, flexing his shoulders and trying to free his arms from behind his back. He had never really felt Celty's shadows before. He knew she could transform them into pretty much anything, but he didn't expect it to feel like this.
They felt sort of like rubber. Solid, but malleable. They were warmer than he thought they'd be, or maybe that was just the feverish heat of Izaya against him.
Shizuo was having trouble focusing on anything other than the man underneath him, who was letting out slow, controlled breaths.
For the first time in a long time, Shizuo was breaking a sweat. He pulled against the bonds, trying to rip his arms out of the chains holding them together. The few times he managed to get his arms free, the shadows snapped him back, tighter than before, as if it had a mind of its own.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt this helpless. The only other person who had been able to restrain him like this was Simon, and that was in high school. Shizuo was much stronger now.
In a weird way, it was reassuring that Celty could restrain him like this. That someone could stop him if he ever got out of control, but not like this. Not with being crushed against nemesis in such an intimate way. He should never know what Izaya’s body felt like underneath him, what his skin smelled like up close, or how soft his hair was.
Izaya's silence put him on edge.
He seemed content to let Shizuo fight their way out of the bonds, but even Shizuo had his limits. He wasn't sure how long he struggled before he had to stop to catch his breath. The energy quickly left him as he realized how futile it was.
He took a few deep breaths and Izaya flooded his senses. He turned his head further so his nose wouldn't be pressed against that dark, silky hair. It was uncomfortable to strain his neck that way, but it was a necessary evil in that moment.
Shizuo didn't think he'd ever been in Izaya's presence this long without hearing one of his smarmy comments and taunts. It unnerved him more than he'd like to admit. His breaths were deep and slow, almost meditative, but Shizuo could feel his heart racing.
Was Izaya actually afraid? Shizuo didn't think that was possible. Somehow, the thought left him uneasy.
He was used to people's fear, it’s all he's known for most of his life. He never realized how much he needed someone's apathy towards his strength until now. Sure Izaya poked and prodded him, constantly called him a monster for it, but he never seemed afraid of him. He actually went out of his way to make Shizuo lose control, like it was a game.
He always hated him for that, but he somehow felt worse at the possibility that Izaya was genuinely afraid like everyone else.
Should he say something?
What else were they supposed to do other than wait it out until Celty released them. He cringed at the thought of making awkward small talk with Izaya of all people. Shizuo felt like he was going insane. If he couldn't feel Izaya’s heart racing, he would think he was completely unaffected.
Beads of sweat formed on the back of his neck and Shizuo tried to think of something to break the uncomfortable silence. His neck ached from turning it so far and he couldn’t help but move it back to where he could feel Izaya’s hair against his cheek.
It was so shockingly soft, something he would never in a million years associate with Izaya. His body was all sharp edges and lithe muscle. The toned kind of body one could only get from years of running and endurance.
Shizuo was jolted from that destructive train of thought when Izaya suddenly started thrashing against him, desperately fighting against the bonds that chained them together.
"Izaya, calm down! Will you just— stop moving!"
Izaya ignored him, he pushed the hand on Shizuo’s chest as hard as he could, causing a few inches of space between them before the shadows tightened again, their heads almost smacking together.
"Will you knock it off! I'm not going to hurt you!” Shizuo was able to pull his head back enough to look Izaya in the eye. “We won't get anywhere if we don't work together.”
Izaya glared up at him, his red eyes seething and defiant. “Forgive me if I’m not too keen on being trapped with a monster.”
Shizuo scoffed, “You think I want to be here? Trust me, no one is more unhappy about this situation than me.”
“I seriously doubt that.” Izaya muttered, almost too quiet for Shizuo to hear.
“Look, let's just calm down and figure out a way out of here.” If Izaya found it ironic that Shizuo of all people was telling him to relax, he didn’t show it. The pit in his stomach grew at how unnaturally serious Izaya was.
It made sense, he supposed. Even Izaya wouldn’t want to get this close to him. He was right, after all, Shizuo could kill him like this if he really wanted to— if he lost control like he always did.
The familiar ache in his old wounds started up again, he hadn’t even noticed that the pain had quieted until it came back at full force.
Silence filled the room again as they both laid there. Shizuo sighed and tried to feel the shadows around them. They were malleable, but restrictive. He tested its strength, trying to move around.
There was enough give for them to shift their limbs a little bit, but not enough for them to create any real distance between their bodies. The first step was getting his arms free from behind his back.
He felt a little insulted that Celty had such little faith in him, but given his track record with Izaya, he supposed that was fair.
He couldn’t help but risk another glance at the man below him. Izaya’s face seemed purposely blank, with a far off look in his eyes, like he was concentrating on something.
Hopefully thinking of a plan to get them out of there.
Shizuo tried to focus on wiggling his arms free, unintentionally pressing his weight down onto Izaya, who let out a shaky breath. He moved his arms a little more forcefully, feeling the slow give of the shadows restraining them.
He managed to shift one arm out enough that he could feel the cool air of the room, before the shadow snapped back in place, bringing his arm to Izaya’s hip.
“Shit.” Shizuo relaxed again, catching his breath. He tried not to breathe so hard against Izaya's ear, but he rarely had to exert himself like this. Most of the time he was in a blind rage and barely noticing the power behind his strength.
He heard Izaya swallow, before taking a shaky breath. "Ok this isn't working. I think I can reach my switchblade if I can get my arm out enough."
“You think a knife can break through this and I can’t?”
“Well we have to try something else,” Izaya snapped back.
Izaya shifted his weight, rolling them so he was on top. He pulled back enough to look over at the blade next to them.
Shizuo, slightly disoriented, could do nothing but look up at the man before him. A distant part of him couldn’t help but note that Izaya looked nice like this— calculating eyes focused entirely on the task before him.
He was always attractive, annoyingly so, but Shizuo had never given it much thought outside of finding it irritating. In fact, he saw it as another negative trait of Izaya’s— another tool for him to manipulate people.
Shizuo had always wondered why girls fawned over him in high school when he barely gave them the time of day. It still happened, and his reputation is worse than ever! What was it about Izaya that made people knowingly throw themselves towards danger?
Shizuo’s eyes traced the smooth, pale line of Izaya’s throat and felt his mouth grow dry. The muscles worked as he struggled to reach for his switchblade.
Izaya had a very nice neck.
Shizuo wondered if it was possible to get Stockholm Syndrome in under an hour.
Izaya’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He carefully stretched his arm, trying to break free of the shadows that imprisoned them. He moved his body down in an attempt to get closer, unintentionally grinding their hips together.
Shizuo’s breath caught in his throat, awareness of how close they were coming back at full force. Izaya was letting out soft noises as he struggled to slip his fingers out of the shadows, which quickly became overwhelming for Shizuo.
He could feel every breath Izaya made and took in the man before him; eyelashes fluttering, face locked in total concentration, and grinding down onto Shizuo’s lap.
This had to be a very special hell designed just for him.
A very real panic seized him as the movements caused his blood to flow south. He tried to swallow down the nausea at the thought of getting hard while trapped against his mortal enemy.
Because of his mortal enemy.
Izaya would never let him live this down. He might actually let Izaya kill him at this rate.
Shizuo clenched his eyes shut, desperately trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the warm body against his. If he wasn’t watching Izaya concentrate on reaching his knife, Shizuo might have thought he was doing this on purpose to torture him.
Sparks of pleasure shot up his spine with every grind. He grit his teeth as Izaya tried to wiggle his arm out enough to reach for his knife. Izaya used all his strength to push through the gelatinous shadows, almost to the blade, but every time he got close, he was sucked right back in.
It was too much. Shizuo panicked.
“Izaya! You have to stop!” His voice was low and rough, a little too out of breath to be considered normal, but Izaya was too focused to notice.
“Shh! I almost got it…” Izaya thrust his arm hard against the shadows, briefly escaping its clutches, but the movement was too much for Shizuo.
He knew the exact moment Izaya felt it. Face flushing when Izaya let out a gasp against his ear. Shizuo desperately wished he could sink into the ground forever.
Izaya's head snapped to his, their noses brushing again before he pulled back to look down at Shizuo’s flushed face.
A grin slowly spread across his stupidevilhandsome face. That manic look in his eyes coming back at full force. His pupils dilated like a predator honed in on its prey.
Shizuo banged his head back against the floor. “Don't you dare say a word." He grimaced.
"Ne, Shizu-chan, what's got you so excited?" Izaya tilted his head and looked between them, as if he could even see anything between their bodies and the shadows around them.
"Wipe that smug look off your face before I do it for you." He let out through clenched teeth.
"No need to get so hostile,” Izaya’s eyes flickered over Shizuo’s face, briefly falling to his lips. “I thought you were enjoying yourself." He let loose a deranged giggle that echoed across the room.
"Don't blame me! You're the one grinding down on my dick and panting in my ear."
Izaya looked affronted. "Are you seriously blaming me right now? You're the one who got hard over a little friction."
"You keep rutting against me!"
"I'm trying to get us out of here!"
"Well it's not working!" Shizuo couldn't even tell if it was the anger or arousal flowing through him at this point, but his blood was pumping. He almost felt light headed.
They just glared at each other for a moment.
God their faces were close.
Shizuo could have sworn he felt the shadows getting tighter. He wondered if it was Celty or if it had a mind of its own. Izaya must have noticed too and looked away.
His eyebrows furrowed and his face flushed again, turning a soft pink. Shizuo had never seen that look on him before today.
He knew he was staring.
It just wasn't often he saw any expression on Izaya's face other than that irritating smirk. He was probably just uncomfortable with being stuck here with his mortal enemy, hard and strapped against him. This had the most humiliating moment of Shizuo’s life.
Surly Shinra and Celty wouldn't leave them alone for that long. What if they actually killed each other?
He was so focused on trying to become one with the floor that he barely noticed Izaya shifting. Then he felt it, the unmistakable feeling of Izaya hard against him.
His eyes flew open and stared at Izaya in shock. "You little shit! You got down on me, but look at you!"
"Shut up, Shizu-chan! I can't help it anymore than you can. Unless you're saying there's another reason you're hard. Could it be? Have you been secretly pining after me all these years?" He crooned.
"In your pathetic dreams, louse." He spit, the smug look quickly falling off Izaya's face. Izaya glared at him, not bothering to conceal the rage in his eyes.
Shizuo tried not to smirk, sick satisfaction that he wasn't the only one in this situation. For a moment there was complete silence, neither moving or speaking.
"I'll try again." Shizuo said.
Izaya didn't argue, avoiding his gaze. Shizuo couldn’t move very well with Izaya on top, so he quickly flipped them over. Careful to avoid putting too much pressure on their hips.
The motion allowed enough room for him to move his arm on the floor, bracing himself directly above Izaya. They both froze as they were face to face once again.
Shizuo looked down at Izaya. His red eyes glittered against the low lights of the room, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His eyelashes were longer than most men’s, the kind girls would kill for. He was almost infuriatingly pretty.
If Shizuo could feel anything other than shock and arousal right now, he would’ve gotten mad about it.
God dammit, focus.
Shizuo ducked his head and looked away, slowly working his other arm out from behind him. This one was a little tricker. The shadows seemed to think they had moved enough because he could only stretch his arm a few inches before it snapped back into place.
He tried to be more aggressive, yanking it harder, but the harder he pulled, the more his body jolted against Izaya. He could feel himself get impossibly hard with every motion he made, and it was getting harder to focus on escaping when sparks of pleasure kept running up his spine.
A small whimper left Izaya’s throat after a particularly rough pull. Shizuo probably wouldn’t have even heard it, had it not been directly against his ear.
He grit his teeth and tried to ignore the heat running through his veins. He wondered what Izaya was feeling right now. Having his enemy strapped against him like this. Having no choice but to lie there as Shizuo struggled against him to find a way out.
“Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s voice was hoarse and shaky. “You have to stop, you’re making it worse.”
He shook his head. “No, I'm getting closer.”
But Shizuo wasn’t sure if that was actually true. He kept accidentally giving short, rough grinds, and he could feel Izaya start to tremble against him. Shizuo wondered if he was getting close. A twisted part of him wanted to see that— wanted to watch Izaya fall apart.
Would he be loud? He seemed to be struggling to keep the soft noises escaping his mouth in. If Shizuo just let go, how would Izaya react?
Shizuo paused and let out a breathy, “fuck.”
That line of thought derailed quickly. Shizuo didn’t realize he was pressing harder against Izaya. His movements had become more intentional; less accidental brushes, and more sharp grinds.
He shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand. Though he didn’t know how he was supposed to focus with the soft noises Izaya kept making in his ear every time he moved.
“Izaya,” Shizuo was close to begging, “be quiet.
“It isn’t on purpose!” Izaya’s hair was sticking to his forehead and his cheeks were red. “Just focus on getting us out of here.”
“Then stop moaning in my ear!” Shizuo needed to stop looking at Izaya. The image of him glassy eyed and flushed is going to be seared into his brain. “You sound like a whore.”
Izaya looked so scandalized that Shizuo would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the ache between his legs.
Shizuo didn’t know how to cope with this. He was so used to feeling pain that even the slightest bit of pleasure had him shaking. The heat between them made it easy to forget that this was Izaya.
He desperately tried to get back to work. The air between them felt sticky, their breaths were coming out quicker, and the room was so unbearably hot.
Shizuo could feel his clothes sticking to him, and imagined Izaya wasn’t faring any better. Shizuo stopped and groaned after a particularly hard thrust. He dropped his head against the crook Izaya’s neck, taking a deep breath.
Izaya let out a breathy moan. He didn’t know how long they’d been there. It could have been minutes or hours. All he could focus on was how good Izaya felt. The fleas scent was suddenly intoxicating to him, he dragged his nose against the contours of Izaya’s throat, resisting the insane urge to bite down.
He wondered if Izaya bruised easily. He never got close enough to see.
Izaya tilted his head back, shivering as he felt Shizuo’s warm breath against the soft skin of his throat.
Shizuo wondered if they both collectively lost their minds.
He was never good at restraining himself. Izaya’s pale skin taunted him. He wanted to bite down on it, and finally taste that heady scent on his tongue.
Izaya didn't say anything as Shizuo grew even closer, his chest heaving. Shizuo paused as his lips faintly touched the soft skin underneath his ear. Izaya said nothing, just slightly tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his nape to Shizuo.
That felt like all the permission he needed.
Shizuo ground down hard at the same time latching his mouth onto Izaya’s neck. Izaya let out a soft cry, involuntarily twitching his hips upward.
Shizuo sucked and nipped his way up and down the smooth line of his throat, leaving trails of bruises in his wake. He could taste the saltiness of Izaya’s sweat, and something sweeter underneath.
He’d give up any pretense of escaping, focusing only on making the man beneath him squirm. He bit down hard, hoping to leave a mark.
“Shizu-chan, ah—!”
If Izaya minded, he didn’t say anything to stop him. In fact, he seemed to blossom under the attention. Unable to stop the sounds of encouragement from leaving his mouth. He clenched his fist against Shizuo's shirt, thrusting his hips up the same time Shizuo ground down.
Everything felt hazy, Shizuo was suddenly furious that the shadows were preventing him from moving his mouth further down.
He wanted to follow the strong lines of Izaya’s body, built over years of running and parkour. To suck on the soft skin between his hips, below his belly button. He wanted to leave bites and bruises in places only Izaya could see.
He felt the desperate need to drag his hands down Izaya’s body and rip that stupid coat off, to strip him down to nothing— woah.
Shizuo barely had time to react to the shock of that thought before he felt Izaya somehow wrapping one leg around Shizuo's hip and pulling him down hard.
Shizuo was feeling lightheaded with how quickly the remaining blood in his body moved down. He bucked his hips back, unable to care why he shouldn’t.
Izaya seemed to share the sentiment, unabashedly moaning and arching up as much as the shadows would let him.
Shizuo swore the shadows got tighter again, pressing them harder together. His hand at Izaya’s side grabbed at his hip. Izaya’s stupid coat preventing Shizuo from touching skin. He could feel it building up in him, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge.
He was so lost in the sensations that he almost forgot how much he wanted to watch the other fall apart. He lifted his face from Izaya’s neck.
Oops, he thought after seeing Izaya’s neck now littered with red and purple bruises.
He couldn’t help but admire the sight before him. Izaya looked like a wreck. His lips were red and bitten raw from trying and failing to hold back any noises.
Shizuo decided the pink in Izaya’s cheeks was his new favorite color.
Izaya looked back at him, glassy eyed but focused on Shizuo. He seemed to zero in on Shizuo’s face the same way Shizuo was doing to him.
With the way Shizuo thrust against him, Izaya’s body moving up and down, it almost looked like he was getting fucked. That thought, and the look on Izaya’s face, sent him over the edge.
He didn’t stop pumping his hips through it all, Izaya following right behind him. He gave a few more slow thrusts, Izaya whimpering from the overstimulation, before he was stopped.
Shizuo could barely hold himself up anymore and collapsed against Izaya, who gave a small groan, but didn’t complain.
Shizuo couldn't hear anything over their heavy panting. He tried to focus on catching his breath, it was almost peaceful until reality came hurtling back at him.
He was scared to lift his head. He couldn’t imagine what Izaya was thinking right now, and the startling realization that he hadn’t felt any pain from earlier, shook him to the core.
"I can hear you overthinking.”
Shizuo lifted himself up enough to look at Izaya. He looked shockingly peaceful— like he didn’t just shake up Shizuo’s entire world. Like they didn’t just grind against each other like animals in heat.
God, he needed a cigarette.
Izaya cracked a smile looking up at him. Not a smirk, or the maniac grin he so often wore, but something small and genuine. He released a small laugh, “Oops?”
For some reason that made the weight on Shizuo’s shoulder lift, he couldn’t help but follow with a chuckle of his own. He stared at Izaya, unable to suppress a grin. He felt the tension of the day leave, feeling lighter than he had in weeks.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. Izaya’s soft gaze made him feel warm, different from the heat that just passed between them. He’d never seen Izaya look so relaxed, it looked good on him.
Without the cruel smirks or manic grins, Izaya almost looked normal, although admittedly more attractive than most guys.
Shizuo never considered his sexuality much. A few crushes here and there, but nothing serious. They were always women, so he never considered he was anything other than straight.
Although, looking back on it now, he supposed he had always treated Izaya differently. There was something about him that got under his skin. Something that caused Shizuo to look for him in a crowd when they were apart.
He thought it was out of anger, to keep Izaya from causing trouble, but after their fights Shizuo always felt lighter. A sick part of him enjoyed them.
At least Izaya always seemed just as obsessed with Shizuo as he was with him.
Izaya’s eyebrows furrowed and he got a strange look in his eye. Shizuo’s heart sped up as Izaya opened his mouth to speak when they heard the sharp click of the door unlocking.
Shizuo watched as the color drained from Izaya's face. He suddenly became all too aware of the sticky mess in his pants, and the incriminating marks on Izaya’s neck. They turned to stare at the door in horror.
“I hope you two are still alive in here! I would hate to have to clean up any bodies after such a wonderful date!” Shizuo heard what he could only assume was Celty smacking Shinra.
The two rounded the corner and looked over the couch to see Shizuo and Izaya still stuck together. Celty started typing something on her PDA before her fingers slowed as she took in the sight before her.
The two men bound together looked at them in horror. If the guilty looks and flushed cheeks weren't enough of a give away, the stark bruises decorating Izaya’s neck definitely were.
Celty stood in complete shock, her fingers frozen mid type.
“Oh my,” Shinra chuckled, “what have you two been up to while we were away?”
The shadows that held them together suddenly evaporated. Shizuo pulled the arm that was stuck behind him forward, and awkwardly propped himself up on his knees.
He hesitated fully standing when he looked down and saw the dark stains on both of their pants. Izaya sat up on his forearms, eye flicking toward Celty and Shinra.
“Nothing to concern yourself with, Shinra.” Izaya’s smile was cutting, eyes daring.
Shinra, with no sense of self preservation, continued, “if I had known all it would take was a couple hours of being forced together for you to get along, I would’ve had Celty do this years ago!”
Shizuo and Celty stared at each other, completely frozen. Izaya stood up with seemingly no shame to the obvious stain on the front of his pants.
Shizuo followed, although with much more mortification.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck and stared at the floor. Celty's PDA entered his line of sight. Izaya and Shinra bickering voices fading into the background.
"What happened when we were gone?"
"Honestly, I have no idea. When you guys left, we tried to get out, but it wasn't working, and then one thing led to another..." he trailed off.
"I'm just... confused? How did this happen, you hate him?"
Shizuo really didn't want to have this conversation while he could still feel the cum drying inside his pants.
"Look, can we have this conversation later? I really need to get home."
Shizuo watched as Celty's helmet quickly dip down, as if seeing him clearly since she walked in. She waved her hands around,
"Yes!! Sorry!!! We can talk later!!"
They both turned and saw Izaya, looking like he was about 3 seconds away from stabbing Shinra.
"... and the sexual tension! I'm surprised it took this long! I thought for sure you guys would end up hooking up in an alley during one of your chases. It always seemed more like really weird foreplay than—."
A tendril of Celty’s shadow shot over and covered Shinra mouth.
"We'll see you guys later. Um... here." Another shadow flew from Celty and wrapped around Shizuo's legs, covering his pants. Izaya just zipped up his coat, that bastard.
Shizuo had never felt more mortified in his life. He heard Izaya snickering and glared at him.
"Yeah... thanks Celty." The two walked to the door. Shizuo wasn't sure what to say and Izaya seemed lost in thought.
They walked down the stairs in silence. Shizuo wondered if they were supposed to go back to normal after this, or if that was even possible.
All he could see when he looked at Izaya now was how he looked when he came. They both lingered after leaving the entrance of the building.
Izaya glanced at him, an unreadable expression on his face. "I'll see you around, Shizu-chan."
He turned around and started walking the other way, before Shizuo grabbed him by the arm and swung him around. Shizuo wrapped one arm around Izaya's waist and the other cradled the back of Izaya's head, before crashing their lips together.
Izaya stood taut in shock before melting into the kiss. He ran his tongue over Izaya’s bottom lip and Izaya sighed, wrapping his arms around his neck and standing up on his toes to meet him better.
Shizuo wasn't sure how long they stood there before they had to break apart to catch their breath.
Izaya’s pupils were dilated, he touched his fingertips to his lips, swollen and shiny. The action immediately drawing Shizuo's attention back down like a moth to flame. He ducked down to capture them again but felt a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away.
Izaya smirked, "I really do have to go, I wasn't expecting to be tied up here this long."
He laughed at the dry look Shizuo gave him.
"When can I see you again?"
Izaya looked surprised, if not a little pleased, by the question. He looked down for a moment, letting out a soft laugh, "I'll text you."
Shizuo was hoping for something a little more concrete than that. If he didn't know better, he would almost think Izaya looked a little shy— wildly opposing everything he knew about Izaya until this point.
He wondered where the Izaya went that boldly stood up in front of their friends, seemingly unashamed of the obvious implications on his neck and pants. Now that the moment had passed, and they were alone, Izaya seemed ready to run.
Good thing Shizuo was used to chasing him.
Izaya looked up from under his eyelashes at him. Shizuo's heart sped up a little bit, and hoped the flush in his face didn’t make him look as big an idiot as he felt.
He cleared his throat, "I’ll give you my number."
Izaya raised an eyebrow at him.
"Right, look who I’m talking to." Shizuo muttered.
"Bye, Shizu-chan." Izaya fluttered his fingers before turning around and walking away.
Shizuo stood there for a minute, watching him leave. He rubbed the back of his neck and fought down a smile as he turned to walk the other way. He must've failed at suppressing it based on the horrified looks everyone gave him as he went home.
He didn't feel any anger despite the stares, his mind too preoccupied with a certain flea.
He still couldn't picture a world where he and Izaya weren't constantly at each other's throats. This whole night had honestly felt like a fever dream. But for the first time in a long time, his body felt light.