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Ensnared	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 1 - Something Wicked
Something between a moan, a groan and a surprised yelp escaped Shizuo's bloody lips as Izaya shoved his hand into his pants and started stroking his member to hardness. He tried to push away the flea as soon as the initial shock wore off, but he only moaned louder when the hand on his member tightened so deliciously hard that Shizuo almost doubled over from the pleasure.
"Ah-hah... f-flea, what are y-you..." Shizuo tried to speak but got cut off when Izaya's lips latched onto his neck. He couldn't see the bastard's smirk, but he could feel it against his skin as his most hated enemy ran a thumb over the head of his member, the action making him weak at the knees.
How did it get to this, he couldn't help but wonder as Izaya switched their positions and now Shizuo found himself pinned to the alley's wall with the flea's other hand in his hair and his neck painfully twisted to the side, giving better access to the one who merely minutes before had been his prey.
It started like any other chase, with Shizuo trying his best to catch Izaya, but what was different this time around was that Shizuo succeeded in catching him. It was bound to happen sooner or later, and in the fight that ensued in the alley, he only got punched in the face once before he had a disarmed Izaya pinned to the dirty wall. He was about to smash the insect's brain into the bricks when Izaya started struggling in an attempt to push himself away from the flat surface, rubbing that perfectly round ass of his against Shizuo's crotch. The first moan got stuck in his throat, but he couldn't stop the second from escaping as the bastard kept bucking into him over and over again. The flea stilled then, and Shizuo cursed himself for the slip-up. He heard him chuckle, and without thinking, he removed his hands from Izaya as though he'd been burned.
"Iza―" he said in a shamefully high-pitched tone, the need to justify himself overriding his previous desire of beating Izaya to a bloody pulp. He never got to finish though, because in the next second Izaya's hand was in his pants, and all that Shizuo could do was look at his nemesis with big, wide eyes as that shameful needy sound resonated throughout the alley.
That was how it happened, and no matter how much he wanted to push Izaya away from his person and perhaps break every bone in his body, he couldn't do it, because it felt too good to finally have someone else's hands on him. It wasn't that some women didn't want him, but each time he ended up in bed with one of them, things didn't end up very well for his partner because he couldn't control his strength in the throes of passion no matter how hard he tried. And now here he was, in a filthy alley, with the bane of his existence making him feel all hot and bothered to the point that he couldn't even stand anymore, and he knew that the only reason he was still standing was because Izaya had him trapped between his body and the hard surface behind him.
Knowing that he had to stop this before it went any further, he raised his hand and tried to push the flea away, but then Izaya's tongue was in his mouth and all thoughts left him as his brain turned to mush. Once Izaya was done plundering his mouth he went back to his throat, and the fact that the flea was one incredible kisser was the only coherent thought Shizuo was capable of forming in his mind before the hand in his pants sped up and he had to cling to Izaya's shoulder as a mind-blowing orgasm washed over him.
When he was done coming in his pants, and god, did it pain him to know that he came by Izaya's hand, he closed his eyes in shame, the flea's teeth bitting into his neck in what was an obvious display of dominance. The bastard dared to giggle, and Shizuo barely suppressed another moan when Izaya gave him a couple more strokes and finally pulled out that incredibly soft hand from his pants.
"That was interesting," whispered Izaya into Shizuo's ear, his hand still clenched into dyed locks.
Shizuo shivered at Izaya's words, the hot breath caressing his skin making his knees turn to jelly. He dared to open an eye, and when he saw Izaya's tongue dart out past blood-smeared lips and lick those slender fingers of his oh so sensually, another wave of lust hit him, and he couldn't help but think what a disgusting animal he turned out to be. Not only did he let the flea bring him to completion, but now he was already lusting after the bastard.
His thoughts were however interrupted when Izaya let go of him, and without any support to keep him standing, Shizuo slid down the wall until he was on his hands and knees.
"Fuck," he muttered through gritted teeth as he tried to push himself off the ground, his hands still shaking from the aftermath of their encounter.
"I'll see you around, Shizu-chan," said Izaya in a calm voice, as though nothing strange had ever happened between them.
There were a lot of things that Shizuo wanted to say, but no words came out. All he could do was watch as the man picked up the switchblade from where Shizuo had thrown it earlier, put it back into his pocket, and then walked away without sparing him a second glance.
He wanted to scream in rage and frustration at his own weakness, but he lacked the energy to even do as much, so instead he got up, not without struggling mind you, and hurried back home where he could change his sticky clothes and hopefully wash away Izaya's accursed touch to the point that he wouldn't remember ever having been there.

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He grit his teeth in sheer frustration as the cold water of the shower mercilessly hit his back. Not only did he allow Izaya-fucking-Orihara, the person he hated the most in the entire fucking world, to jerk him off, but now he couldn't even get the bastard out of his head. Was he that desperate for a fuck that he'd even let Izaya do that to him? The answer was an obvious big, fat YES, and Shizuo loathed himself for it. Knowing Izaya, the bastard would use what happened in the alley to blackmail him. His eyes widened at the terrifying thought, and he could almost feel the beginning of a panic attack creeping up on him. The asshole surely did it on purpose, and he was probably laughing his ass off right at that moment while Shizuo wanted nothing more than to erase his own fucked up existence from the face of the Earth. He snarled as he grabbed the sponge and proceeded to rub his skin raw in the vain hope of erasing the bastard's touch. If only I could erase my memories too along with the evidence of our encounter...
But things were never that easy, so when he was finally done abusing his skin, he got out of the bathroom and rushed to his bedroom to get dressed, a sigh escaping his lips at the feel of the clean, soft and most importantly, dry clothes enveloping his body. That didn't last long though, because he ended up cringing at the memory of the sticky ones he had to wear all the way home from that dirty alley where the most fucked up encounter of his life happened. He frowned, seriously considering burning them to nothingness, if only to never see them again. It would've been a good idea, if only he had something to actually burn them in, which he didn't, and since that wasn't possible, he set his mind on discarding them instead. He pulled a plastic bag from one of the drawers in the kitchen and quickly shoved the clothes into it as though they were some kind of hazardous material, and they were, because Izaya was the plague itself, his touch deadly poison that infected everything it came into contact with.
"Fucking flea," he cursed out loud and threw the bag towards the door so that he wouldn't forget to pick it up in the morning, and then turned around and stomped towards the bathroom to disinfect his hands. Once he was done, he went back to the living room where he sat on the couch and turned the TV on. He lit up a cigarette, and another, and another, until he lost track of both time and the number of cigarettes he smoked. When some semblance of sanity came back to him, it was past midnight, and even though Shizuo was sure that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night, he went to bed anyway.
He twisted and turned the entire night, and when morning finally came, he quickly got out of bed and rushed to work, the need to distract his mind with something, anything, almost driving him insane. That day he was particularly violent at work, taking out his frustrations on the poor, unfortunate people that happened to not pay the money they owed.
"Shizuo! Stop!" he heard a voice from somewhere behind him.
"WHY?!" growled the bodyguard, still in the process of repeatedly banging a guy's head into a wall.
"You're killing him!" Tom nearly yelped and grabbed his arm in a vain attempt of dislodging his employee from the now obviously unconscious man.
It took Shizuo a few moments to gather his wits, but when he finally realized what he was doing, he immediately removed his hands from the broken human before him who fell to the ground with a thud, and he stared in horror at the large puddle of blood starting to form underneath the unmoving form. "ShitshitSHIT! Did I kill him?" he asked in terrified voice.
Tom crouched next to the guy and breathed in relief when he saw signs of life. "He'll live, I think, but you need some time to cool off, so take the rest of the day off," said the man and picked up his phone to call for an ambulance.
Shizuo felt as though he was suffocating, so he removed the bow tie standing between himself and the air his lungs desperate needed and shoved it into his right pocket. He unbuttoned his shirt too, an action he immediately regretted when Tom lost his voice while talking on the phone in favor of gaping at his neck like a fish out if its much needed water.
"W-WHAT?" Shizuo nearly screeched, dread quickly starting to pool in his stomach.
Tom winced at the question but didn't say anything and instead went back to talking on the phone.
Shizuo rushed to the nearest mirror, which happened to be in the bathroom, and when he saw his own reflection in it, he had to grab onto sink to steady himself. "KillkillkillkillKILLKILL" he kept repeating the same word over and over again, the sight of his neck covered in hickeys and bite marks making him lose the already fragile control he had over his sanity. He roared then, the edge of the sink breaking underneath his fingers, and he rushed out, not even sparing Tom a second glance. Had he been able to think rationally, he would've realized that he had forgotten to button up his shirt, but since he was way past the point of thinking in general, he failed to notice that one important detail.
He was hunting, that's what he was doing, hunting the flea. It was the only thought occupying his mind, and even though he had no idea where the insect lived, he knew that he would find him sooner or later if he searched Ikebukuro long enough. That bastard could never stay away, and for his sin of fucking with Heiwajima Shizuo, he would pay with his life once and for all. Then, out of nowhere, he got that foreboding which always preceded the insect's appearance, and he knew that he was close to his target.
"Scaaaary~! Shizu-chan is being really scary today," he heard the louse's voice from somewhere behind him just as he was in the process of kicking a car out of his way.
He turned around with neck-breaking speed and zero-ed in on his target, the murderous look in his eyes a warning of what was about to come. Shizuo started to run in his direction, and Izaya barely had time to turn around and flee.
"Shi-shizu-chan?" Izaya rasped through ragged breaths after running for quite some time, and Shizuo knew right then that the bastard was most likely starting to seriously worry about his safety.
At some point, he realized that Izaya was trying to end the chase by losing him through the park, but Shizuo had no intention of letting the flea go, so he only ran faster, expertly dodging all the obstacles in his path just as Izaya himself was doing. But Izaya was much faster than he was, so Shizuo ended up losing him eventually. He wouldn't give up though, he couldn't, so he started looking around, knowing that the louse had to be somewhere nearby because he hasn't seen him flee from the scene. He stomped on a few bushes and flowers, which happened to be in his path, and just when he was about to scream in frustration at having lost him, he heard a voice from somewhere on his left.
"Psst! Shizu-chan!"
It was obviously Izaya's voice, and Shizuo rushed there, not stopping to ask himself why the insect would purposely reveal his location. Shizuo expected the flea to attack him in some way, like a knife to the gut or a stab to his leg, but what he didn't expect was Izaya throwing himself at his feet, and then grabbing his leg with such force that it made him wince. His hand immediately went into Izaya's black, silky hair with the intent of dislodging the bastard from his person and giving him a slow, painful death, but then Izaya's hand was on his crotch, and all he could do was yelp a shocked, "What the fuck?" as their eyes locked and Izaya licked his lips in such a slow, sensual manner that made Shizuo's cock twitch in his pants. "F-flea, w-what the f-fuck are you d-doing," was all he could say before Izaya dragged him down to the ground with him before he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. "FLEA!"
"Shhh! You want people to hear us?" Izaya whispered as he freed Shizuo's erection from the confines of his underwear.
Shizuo wanted to protest, but the words caught in his throat when Izaya lowered his head and took his member in his mouth. A shameless moan escaped his lips when Izaya started licking and sucking, and he had to shove a fist into his mouth to stop himself from crying out. He dared to look down at Izaya and he instantly regretted it when he saw those strangely-colored eyes stare back at him while his cock kept disappearing into that hot and wet cavern that was the flea's mouth. It was wrong, it was so very wrong. Dread hit him then, and it took every ounce of his self control to grab a fistful of hair and pull Izaya away from his cock, a shiver running down his spine at the sight of the flea's flushed cheeks and the saliva that connected those swollen lips and his shaft for only a second before disappearing.
"I said s-stop!" he said, wanting to yell the demand but knowing that he couldn't, least he wanted someone else besides Izaya to hear him.
Izaya smirked, that annoying smirk that made Shizuo want to shove his fist into the flea's face, but the prospect of shoving his dick instead was much more tempting.
"Are you sure you want me to stop, Shi-zu-cha~an?
"YES!" Shizuo said in a last attempt to get away before he lost even more face in front of the flea.
"You know, I'm not exactly into cock-sucking, but I'm willing to make an exception for you," Izaya said and licked his lips again.
Shizuo looked at the flea for a long time, a battle of wills raging on inside of him. His mind wanted nothing more than to beat the bastard to a bloody pulp, but his dick was craving for the bastard's mouth so much that it hurt. He was about to tell him that yes, he was sure about wanting him to stop, when Izaya's hand flew to his dick and started a slow, torturous rhythm of up and down, up and down...
All thoughts left Shizuo's brain, and instead of pushing Izaya away like he had intended to do, he ended up lowering the bastard's mouth onto his dick. Izaya didn't waste any time, and soon enough he was back to greedily swallowing it like one hell of a gluttonous whore. Shizuo didn't really mind, because whatever the fuck Izaya was doing felt good and he had to fight the painful urge to pound into the flea's face. It wasn't like he was concerned about the bastard's discomfort, but he knew that if he let loose, he would really end up killing him; choking on a dick didn't exactly sound like a good way to go, not even for the flea.
He bit his lower lip to keep himself from moaning, and a pleasurable shiver ran down his spine when Izaya shoved a hand under his shirt and started rubbing one of his nipples.
"Ngh!" he moaned a bit too loud and he heard Izaya giggle, the sound of his voice sending vibrations from his cock all the way to his fried brain. "Fuck," he said, and this time Izaya covered his mouth with a soft, warm hand. He felt his hackles rise at the gesture, but he quickly snuffed the murderous intent when he figured that Izaya was only trying to help.
The man was relentless about giving him pleasure, and when Shizuo felt like he was about to burst, he arched off the ground and came into Izaya's mouth, realizing a bit too late that perhaps he should've given the flea a warning and let go of his hair instead of further shoving his dick down his throat. Shizuo unclenched his fist from the black locks once he noticed that Izaya was struggling to get away, and when the man sputtered some of his seed on the ground, he almost felt sorry for him.
"I'm fine," Izaya said in a sarcastic tone as he wiped his mouth, "thanks for asking."
"Sorry," said a breathless Shizuo before froze the next second when he realized that he had just apologized to the flea. He couldn't help but wonder what the fuck was wrong with him.
Izaya's features softened at that one simple word, and Shizuo's eyes widened in shock when the bastard moved towards him for a kiss. "What the fuck?!" he screeched and punched the other in the face, a hiss escaping Izaya's lips as blood flowed freely from his nose. "Don't touch me with that dirty mouth of yours!"
"That hurt," Izaya muttered, and Shizuo had the impression that he saw hurt in those brown-red orbs. "Does that mean that Shizu-chan is a filthy beast?" he asked mockingly.
"Fuck you!" Shizuo spat and then shoved the fucking flea away from his person. He fumbled with his belt several times before he succeeded in righting himself. As soon as he was on his own two feet again, he gave Izaya the strongest murderous glare he could muster and left him there on the grass, behind the bushes, not even bothering to look back, too pissed off at himself for not being able to resist the flea.
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