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Amplify Part Two:
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be assigned to this duty. After all, if he were to see Izaya in such a vulnerable state, it could put things into some sort of fucking perspective. Hell, he could even punch the asshole in the face, spit in his mouth, and kick him in the groin. Apparently the flea was almost too weak to move, so what could he do about it? Yeah...Shizuo could make this a good day. He'd just have to keep his wits about him and make sure he didn't listen to any of Izaya's bullshit.
He stalked the streets of Ikebukuro, with a strange and incredibly intimidating smile plastered across his face. There was a sort of determination infused into his brisk stride. Shizuo made it to the apartment complex of his mortal enemy in less than twenty minutes. He stalked through the eerily spotless glass doors, bypassing security. No one bothered to try to prevent him from progressing to the elevators. He pressed in the floor number, perturbed to realize that he had it memorized from past experiences.
In his right hand was a bottle of something thick, and gluey, and chartreuse. Shizuo smirked at the thought of the flea having to choke it down. Maybe he'd even have the opportunity to spoon-feed the dubious concoction to Izaya. He'd sit on the other man's chest, and pry open that slender jaw line, then shove spoonful after spoonful down his throat mercilessly. He could almost visualize the tears welling up in the smaller man's eyes as he struggled not to gag.
Shizuo stopped as he reached the correct apartment number. He was irritated by the jarring noises that issued from just beyond the door, startling him out of his delightful reverie. There was the sound of pacing, with heavy, anxious footsteps across a hard floor, and then there was the sound of something dropping, and a barely muffled slew of curse words. He tested the door handle. It was unlocked, which he would have considered strange, aside from the fact that the fair-skinned man was probably expecting him.
Shizuo skulked into the living room, purposefully channeling an aggressive brand of arrogance. He had agreed to fulfill Shinra's request. He hadn't agreed to do it peacefully, and he intended to at least offend Izaya somewhat before leaving. He wanted to hurt the other man's dignity, like Izaya had done to him on many occasions.
But Izaya was not in the living room. His office chair and couches were both completely barren. He was nowhere to be seen by the bookshelves either. Shizuo briefly stuck his head into the laundry nook and bathroom. No sign of Izaya. So he decided to take a risk, and just stride into Izaya's bedroom. It made sense for the flea to be in there anyway, as he was supposed to be limited to his bed. Shizuo just hoped he wasn't walking into some sort of trap, or that Izaya wasn't changing or something.
He held his breath, squinted his eyes in anticipation and whipped open the door.
'Shizu-Chan!? Get out!'
'W-what?'
'Don't you know it's rude to come barging into someone's room without their permission? Get out!'
That was when Shizuo realized the compromising situation he had walked in on. Izaya's voice sounded slightly husky, and his hands seemed to be fumbling with something in his groin area. Shizuo stared at the other man closely, examining the situation. It took him a while to understand what seemed so atypical about Izaya; so peculiar. And when it hit him, all Shizuo could do was lean against the door-frame and smirk. He could feel the expression slide across his face like a poorly aimed jello shot.
'What are you staring at Shizu-Chan? I realize you find me irresistible and all, but staring, much like forcing your way into someone's room uninvited, is exceedingly impolite.'
'I see bed rest has taken its toll on you.' Shizuo chuckled.
'How kind of you to notice. Leave the meds on the coffee table outside and get the hell out, Shizu-Chan.' Izaya flashed a saccharine smile towards Shizuo, and allowed it to disappear almost instantaneously.
'Why would you want me to leave? Don't you want some help zipping your pants up?' The blonde sniggered. He knew, if this were anyone else he were speaking to, that picking on their physical state after they'd been poisoned was a pretty immoral blow. However, this was Izaya. And Shizuo didn't really give a fuck about morals when it came to the pale runt.
'It's really not as bad as all that, Shizu-Chan. But thanks for your concern. Now kindly remove your filthy self from my bedroom.'
Instead of indulging Izaya's commands, Shizuo chose to further observe the formerly scrawny man's condition. It really wasn't too bad, as he'd stated in defense. Izaya hadn't gained copious amounts of weight, but the weight he had gained was so unexpected on his body that it made itself completely ostentatious.
There was an angry flush on Izaya's face when he next spoke.
'So then what is this fascination I see, Shizu-Chan? Do you have some sort of obscure fetish I should know about?'
Shizuo chose to remain silent. There was something distracting him, nagging at his mind. He allowed his eyes to sweep over all of Izaya's enhanced form. His belly hadn't changed too much, aside from having acquired enough flesh to prevent the man from looking malnourished. His face was just slightly softer, his lips fuller. His thighs subtly strained against the fabric of his pants. The seams looked to Shizuo like they were in bit of danger. Obviously the flea didn't feel open to donning a pair of sweatpants, which would have been the wiser decision. Shizuo allowed himself to admire the swell of Izaya's thighs. He felt a soothing heat begin to accumulate just below his abdomen, and was alarmed to feel a twitch in his cock.
Shizuo snapped his face upwards to see if Izaya had noticed his budding erection, but the man was busy pulling his sweater down over the unsecured fly of his pants and he had his back turned to the debt collector. That was when Shizuo noticed his ass, and his budding erection bloomed into a throbbing hard-on. Shizuo shoved his fist against his lips, stifling a groan of arousal.
Izaya's ass, along with his thighs and plump hips, had probably changed the most. It arched outwards in a soft, perky mound. His pants were tightly stretched against it, and served to highlight the newly augmented bodily feature. Izaya bent over slowly and carefully to pick up his fur jacket from a heap on the lush carpet. Shizuo found himself hoping Izaya's pants would split open and expose his soft, creamy flesh, but they were evidently much stronger than that.
'Why are you still here, Shizu-Chan? Can you not find your way out?' Izaya's voice sounded soft, but malicious and strangely sexy.
This hadn't been the first time Shizuo found himself aroused by Izaya. The flea was actually somewhat beautiful, and it always caught Shizuo off guard. His dark, intense eyes were beautiful; his pale porcelain skin was beautiful; his feathery, ebony hair was beautiful; his body, with his slender, graceful limbs was beautiful. There really weren't any flaws Shizuo could detect that didn't just add a charming dimension to Izaya's appearance. And the added weight only flattered the man's infuriating beauty further. Plus, their fights were usually so invigorating that an unwilling erection was not a rare experience for Shizuo.
Izaya abruptly swung around to face the blonde. 'I knew you were moronic, Shizu-Chan, but I had no idea you had premature hearing difficulties as we-' Izaya halted suddenly. He stared into Shizuo's warm, honey-brown eyes, and then pointedly down towards Shizuo's crotch, where a prominent bulge offensively existed.
'Shizu-Chan?' Izaya laughed mirthlessly, 'I had no idea that this sort of thing would actually turn out to be your kink.'
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