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Burnt marshmallows.

That's what he smelled like. Not just toasted, but burnt. And not beyond recognition, but to the point where you might consider discarding your blackened treat in favour of attempting a more subtly smoky flavour. Izaya smelled like burnt marshmallows. And Shizuo was given a very vivid portrait of that scent as the shorter man made his way towards the blonde.

Shizuo's concern was amplified with every step Izaya took.

'What is it?' Shizuo took a small step backwards, finally exiting Izaya's room like the man had requested.

Izaya gave a deeply martyred sigh. 'You know, I really hate dealing with you. I don't like spending time with volatile, unpredictable fellows.'

'You've said.' Shizuo was fully forced from the bedroom as Izaya proceeded towards him, slyly driving the taller man in the direction of the front door.

Shizuo realized what was happening.

He had two options, as he saw it. The first option would be to throw the medicinal concoction at Izaya and then flee the apartment after aiming a few angry words at the flea. The second option would be to seize Izaya as soon as he had an opening, and bend the little freak over his own office desk, then proceed to hold Izaya down as he forced his aching erection between those two perfect, supple cheeks. Choosing option one would be the wisest course of action. He could abandon both Izaya and his own embarrassing situation with little trouble, return to his humble abode, and spend the rest of the afternoon distracting himself from thoughts of Izaya and Izaya's thighs.

'Well then. If I understand me, and you understand me, why are you still here?'

'B-because...I mean, I'm still here because...' Shizuo was at a loss as to what he could tell the flea. He couldn't very well tell Izaya that he was here because his hormones wouldn't let him desert this fine opportunity. He couldn't tell Izaya that he was fucking horny for the guy because of a little bit of strategically placed avoirdupois. He couldn't tell Izaya what he was about to do next.

'Well? Spit it out Shizu-Chan. I'm a very important person with lots of errands to attend to, and I would appreciate it if you—'

'I'm here because of this.' Shizuo grabbed Izaya around the waist, and flipped him over, on to his belly. Shizuo could barely think straight. He could feel Izaya's body heat emanating through his thin clothing, could smell that burnt marshmallow smell, could feel the vaguely pliable flesh of his ass as he leaned over to sit on it.

'Oh?' Izaya chuckled, feigning amusement, while in actuality he felt something quite different. 'And just what is this, huh Shizu-Chan?'

'This,' growled Shizuo, gently pinching the flesh on Izaya's hips, 'Is something that's going to get you in more trouble than usual with me.'

'Oh? Is that so? How charming. Get the fuck off of me Shizu-Chan.' Izaya's voice remained even, tender, and calm. But Shizuo could feel the informant's breath quicken, and his heart beat just a bit more rapidly.

He struggled underneath Shizuo, bucking upwards in a pitiable attempt to dislodge the uncommonly strong being. With every indelicate thrust of his limbs, he unintentionally fuelled the sweet soreness in Shizuo's cock.

'So where did your knife go, flea?' Shizuo grunted; aiming to divert his attentions from the delicious ride he was receiving, lest he reach his orgasm too quickly.

'Maybe it's already embedded deep into your organs, Shizu-Chan.'

Shizuo gave himself a brief physical examination, easily holding the flea in place whilst doing so. There was no knife implanted anywhere on his body, of that he was certain. Izaya must have forgotten it somewhere, which was highly uncharacteristic. Shizuo almost felt concern for the guy. He must have been rendered greatly ill by that poison, because though Shizuo despised him, he could admit to himself that Orihara Izaya was reliably clever. Too clever to forget to equip himself with his favourite item of defence, especially when he knew a particularly hazardous foe was coming to visit.

Shizuo frowned. 'So...you genuinely forgot to grab it this morning? The knife you made a point of sneaking into school every single day when we went to Raira? The knife you always fucking pull on me? Shit, Izaya. You're really batting zero these days, aren't you?'

'Is that how you see it, Shizu-Chan? You're such a pessimist!' Izaya abruptly ceased his struggling, falling limp underneath the former bartender.

'What the fuck...flea? Flea!'

Shizuo lifted his weight from Izaya, wondering if he'd somehow restricted the informant's breathing. That was when he heard a very ominous sound. It was comparable to the noise that something metallic might make as it cleaves through the air. In fact, that's precisely what it could be identified as. Shizuo leaped off of the other man just in time to dodge a stab wound. As it was, Izaya's knife managed to slice through his black vest. The informant's queer, discordant laughter bubbled up into the space between the two of them.

'Oi, Shizu-Chan...maybe I should castrate you. So dirty.' He waved his knife towards Shizuo, indicating his still-present erection.

'You can try, but I'll only make it really fucking painful for you if you do.'

'What exactly will you make painful?' Izaya raised one slender eyebrow, a confident smirk lounging lasciviously on his lips.

'I'm going to fuck you.'

The smirk dissolved from Izaya's face. 'That's disgusting.'

'I know. I must be really desperate to be horny for someone like you.' Shizuo didn't even know what he was saying anymore. It was like he'd left his mind back at Shinra's apartment and now some sort of repulsive, raunchy gremlin had possessed his body and his vocal chords, making him say and do appalling things that he was sure to regret later.

'And just why do you feel this way so suddenly? And why can't you at least try to be more predictable? You're supposed to be throwing something large and heavy at me right now, not trying to rape me.'

Shizuo, in a moment of pure, impulsive adrenaline and unforeseeable speed, slapped the knife out of Izaya's hand and watched with grim satisfaction as it skittered across the entire length of the apartment, much too far away for Izaya to hope to retrieve. He grabbed the flea's wrists in one firm hand; the other he used to caress the yielding curves of Izaya's inner thighs.

Izaya drew a soft intake of breath. 'Stop it, Shizu-Chan.' He murmured threateningly.

'Can't stop now.'

'Shizu-Chan, you're not really going to do this.' Izaya purred, wriggling his legs away from Shizuo's deviant fingers.

'Mm. Yeah, I am. So shut up. Your voice is annoying.' Shizuo sighed against the heated skin of Izaya's neck. He received a tense shudder from the dark-haired man as a response. Shizuo sniggered, taking the informant's reaction as a sign of involuntary pleasure. However, Izaya had something quite different in mind than corporal gratification.

'Shiiiiiiizuuuu-Chaaaaaaan. You're NOT going to fuck me. It's not gooooooing to happennnnn. So you should just get off of me.'

'Damn, you're irritating. Your voice is worse than nails on a chalkboard.'

'Shizu-Chaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn! How cruel of you to say such things.' The brunette whined, distracting Shizuo enough to squirm just a little bit further away from the blonde's clutches.

Shizuo, however, was having none of it. 'Hey. Get back here,' he grabbed Izaya's subtle, petite love handles, and yanked the informant back into his prior position, 'and you know what? Maybe your voice is the least of my problems. After all, I could just gag you.' He reached down to his foot and tenderly removed a sock, before dangling it in front of Izaya's sensual lips menacingly.

Izaya practically hissed. 'You're really trying my patience, Shizu-Chan. Get that sock out of my face.'

'And if I don't?'

'Why is it that you always have to give in to your every single instinct, Shizu-Chan? Why can't you just stop and think for one brief second. I mean, let's just reflect for a moment here. You hate violence, as you insist on reiterating time and time again; yet, because your brain is so fucking simple, and your emotions so flat, basic, and unhindered, you never fail to lash out at every existing object around you – living or dead – when you become incensed. This causes you to hurt the people you care about, and to drive everyone else away from you. You know this. You how deeply it causes you to hate yourself, yet you can't change. Every time you become angry, you destroy. It's as infuriatingly straightforward as that. And why do you have to be like that? Why? Look at us now. You hate me, almost as much as you hate violence, because in your mind I am linked with violence, with the parts of yourself you pathetically strive to deny. You hate me that strongly, and yet now, because your abhorrent, carnal instincts are telling you to, you're going to try and have sex with me. You're just like a dog in that way, Shizu-Chan. So uncomplicated. It's absolutely dreadful.'

Shizuo was silent for a minute. Neither of the two entities made a move to disturb the momentary stillness between them. Then the debt collector scratched his head. 'You really do talk too much.'

'It's all relevant, Shizu-Chan, believe me.'

'All that stuff you just said. It's what keeps you thinking about me, isn't it?'

'It's what keeps me loathing you with every fibre of my being, yes. A strong emotion like that would definitely keep you on my radar.' Izaya sighed wearily.

'There's stuff about you that keeps you on my radar too. Keeps me hating your guts. I just don't know how to say it.'

Izaya laughed, and astonishingly, the sound was amiable. 'Of course you don't, darling.'

'Darling!? Calling me Shizu-Chan is bad enough!' The blonde snapped.

'It may be a cliché, but you want to know what an emotion very similar to hate is?' Izaya smiled tenderly.

'Huh?'

'Ugh, never mind Shizuo. You wouldn't understand anyways.'

Shizuo grinned, immediately noticing the absence of 'chan' in that last statement of Izaya's. 'You know, you should eat more.'

'Why? So that I can appeal to your salacious desires? No thanks, Shizu-Chan.'

'Well then, I'll just have to force food down your throat. I'll just buy a lot of that tuna stuff you like. You won't be able to resist.'

'I can resist anything you have to offer, Shizu-Chan.'

Shizuo fixed Izaya with a smouldering expression that was part exasperation and part lust. 'Yeah? How about this?' He lifted his hand a little further up the brunette's thigh, and began to massage the succulent curves there.

'See! You're still determined to go through with this aren't you!'

Shizuo raised his hand just a tad bit further upwards, deeper between Izaya's legs, reaching the hot swell of his genitals. The russet-eyed man moaned, and briefly forgetting himself, thrust helplessly into that teasing hand.

'Aaanh, Shizu-Chan...wait...you can't,' Izaya gasped as Shizuo's hand cupped his sac, 's-stop, mmmh, please, Shizuo.'

The debt collector leaned forward to gain a better view of the pleading look in those uniquely beautiful eyes. 'On second thought, gagging you might take some of the fun out of this...'

'Don't you think this a slightly, mmmh, twisted...Shizu-Chan?'

'I dunno. But I gotta do something.'

'No, no, you don't! You could just walk out of here. And st-stop touching me, I mean it.' There was a low growl in Izaya's throat. Deep and animalistic. It sent a sublime surge of pleasure through Shizuo's cock.

'No. Now stop struggling. When do you need to take those meds by the way?'

Izaya groaned. 'Anytime today is fine, but, fuck! Let me go right now, or I guarantee a very troubled future for you!'

'Shut the fuck up.' The taller man was slowly sinking further and further into the caliginous depths of impatience. The only reason he hadn't flung the flea out the window alongside his couch and maybe his fridge, was because he was dangerously and irrevocably aroused. Something sinister, and primordial, and typically dormant inside of Shizuo had been awakened.

Izaya grunted, and then exhaled a soft sigh of withheld breath. He was nearing his climax, Shizuo noted with gentle amusement. There was a very vulnerable expression gracing the brunette's alluring facial features. His cheeks were flushed a subtle cerise, and his pretty eyes were delicately closed. There was the hint of desperate tears shimmering in his long, black eyelashes. Then Shizuo abruptly stopped his ministrations,

'Ah! Shizu-Chan!' Izaya's eyes fluttered open and he turned towards the blonde with a perplexed and displeased look in his sorrel eyes.

'Aw, what's wrong?' The former bartender grinned, and ran his finger up the length of the other man's arousal with one feathery stroke. Izaya bucked against his hand urgently. Shizuo grabbed him by the hips and lifted his groin up and away from any possible contact, much to the informant's dismay.

'Ahhh, you can't do this to me...' Izaya mewled wantonly and struggled to free his hips from Shizuo's bruising grip.

'You're much less aggravating when you're all needy like this.' The blonde leered.

'Dammit, Shizu-Chan, what do you want from me!'

'Fuck my leg. Grind yourself against it.'

'...What?'

'Keep your back turned to me, I'll bend my leg up like this,' Shizuo lifted Izaya up and shifted into a sitting position with his left leg bent and his right leg stretched out indolently. He forced the brunette to bend over the raised leg and rubbed the other man's ass against his knee. Izaya gasped and pressed his face down against Shizuo's un-socked foot, raising his tush high into the air as he frantically rubbed himself against Shizuo's leg.

'It's, ahhh, been too long, Shizu-Chan.'

'Since you last had an orgasm?' Shizuo smiled and pet Izaya's hair as he admired the incredible close-up he was getting of Izaya's perfect, plump rear. The gentle sway and bounce of it as Izaya thrust up against him was making Shizuo harder than he had ever been at any point in his young life. He could feel the wet tip of his erection soak into his dress pants, and revelled in how obscene they must have looked together.

Izaya was quickly approaching his frenzy, as he increased his pace and began making these throaty, primal noises that practically enchanted Shizuo to his own orgasm.

'I had no idea you had the potential to be so fucking seductive, flea.'

'I never tried to seduce you, Shizu-Chan. You can't blame this situation on me.' Izaya panted.

'No, maybe not. But you sure as hell aren't trying to get away anymore.'

'Please. I could stop if I felt like it. You don't have any power over me, so stop acting like you know how to control me. It's terribly unlike you.'

'Oh? You could stop at any time?' Shizuo jerked Izaya away from his leg, taking the opportunity to feel up the informant's ass as he tormented him.

'S-Shizu-Chan! Aa-ahh! Hey! Put me down!'

'You could stop at any time huh? Tell you what. I'll let you back down if you ask nicely.'

'Ha! Don't you wish.' Izaya growled moodily.

'Actually, I'll just tie you up, dick included. And then I'll leave. Sound good to you?'

Izaya whimpered softly, and shifted around, aiming for any sort of stimulation he could get. His cock poked out from his open fly, pink and swollen and throbbing. A gooey, silvery strand of semen leaked from the tip, shamefully.

'...Please.'

It was a sensation Izaya hadn't endured in an exceedingly long amount of time. In fact, he didn't remember ever having felt it. It was something other people were exposed to under his orchestration. For his amusement; for the information he fed upon. Izaya had been entirely unprepared for this day - the day he finally felt some of that immobility induced malaise slip away– to become the day he had his pride momentarily snatched away from him. And it would be momentary. The informant would see to it. Perhaps Shizuo didn't fully comprehend the colossal cataclysm the brunette would soon inflict upon him as retribution for this moment.

For now, the informant realized he had to embrace this ordeal. He had to seize it and make it his; had to regain control. There were condemning circumstances. For instance, the behemoth force the older Heiwajima could use against him. Izaya couldn't alter that. He would never be able to fully match the blonde in that respect. Shizuo was a monster and an enigma. Izaya both hated and admired that about him. However, the element of Shizuo's astonishing physical capabilities ensured that Izaya remain in the debt collector's possession for however long he desired.

Perhaps if Izaya hadn't been so wholly sequestered the past month, he would have been able to efficiently evade the taller man as he had been doing throughout the duration of their relationship. He had lost his touch, and had let himself go. And now, the only thing to do was to deal with it, accept it, abide it, and allow Shizu-Chan to complete his dastardly task.

And, damn, did his cock long to be touched. Izaya wanted to cum. Perhaps it was the nutritional supplement Shinra had added to his own, personal, medicinal potion, but Izaya's body was more sensitive than it had been before he'd been poisoned. More virile, and responsive.

'Please what, Izaya?'

Oh, that's right. If he wanted satisfaction, he'd have to trade in another precious allotment of his dignity. Izaya felt the feverish, exquisite, swirling sensation in his groin, and realized his hips were quivering. And he needed to cum. It was an imperative.

'Please t-touch me.'

'Touch you where?'

'Touch my cock...please.'

'Where do you want me to touch you?'

Izaya withheld a cry of denial. 'Anywhere, Shizu-Chan. Just touch me.' He managed to stay somewhat composed whilst speaking to the other man.

'Doesn't sound like you want it too badly...'

'F-fuck, everywhere, touch me all over, please!'

'All over? Fine. But I won't be the one doing it just yet. Bend over further, and show me your hole. Then finger yourself.'

'S-second drawer to the bottom.'

'What?'

'The lubricant...it's in my bedroom, second drawer to the bottom. I'm not doing anything without it. It doesn't feel good when I'm dry.'

Shizuo contemplated that statement. He honestly would not have imagined he'd care if Izaya got hurt. However, the concept of a slicked up, horny Izaya fucking himself with fingers covered in hot, drizzly goo wasn't entirely unpleasant.

'Fine. But I'm not going anywhere and leaving you here unwatched for even a second, got it?'

'Fine, fine. Just take me along with you. You can use those horrendously strong arms of yours and carry me. Or maybe give me a piggy back ride!'

'You're probably too heavy for even me to lift now.' Shizuo teased.

'I highly doubt that Shizu-Chan. Now. Piggy back ride.'

'Fine. But you have to keep yourself from rubbing up against me. If you try anything before you do what I've told you to, I'll go in you dry. Got it?'

'...Deal.'

'Good boy.'
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