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Ensnared	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 4 - Collision
Izaya could barely contain his malevolent smile as the two of them made their way to his apartment. He knew that showing the brute where he lived was a risk, but it was a gamble that he was willing to take in order to make Shizuo his. He hadn't expected him to agree so easily, but that only meant that the protozoan really wanted to know where he could find him in case he ever decided to snuff his life. Luckily, the brute was desperate for affection, and Izaya was going to give it to him, literally; he would fuck Shizuo until the beast couldn't even walk anymore, making it the best experience of his miserable life, so sweet and addictive that he would seek him out of his own free will. It would obviously not be easy to get the beast to spread his legs for him, but if he made the protozoan desperate for his touch, then Shizuo would end up doing anything for him. Lips set into a sweet smile, he turned towards the one who would soon be one of his many pets if things went as planned. That was not to say that he treated all his pets the same way, because only Shizuo was special. Ah, but Shizu-chan is not human, that's why. Izaya himself was a god, and Shizuo was his opposite, a beast, and because of that it was only natural that only the two of them could understand each other in a way that neither could explain. That was why Shizuo always confronted him instead of believing his lies like all the other humans who blindly trusted him, because they were both above normal humans, each in his own way. "Shizu-chan," he said as he stopped in his tracks, "this is where I live."
Shizuo frowned at the expensive-looking apartment building for a moment before he retrieved his lighter and cigarettes from the pockets of his black pants and went up the stairs and towards the elevator. "A bastard like you must get a lot of money from screwing people over, huh?"
"Shizu-chan!" Izaya admonished and snatched the pack and the lighter from his hands, "You can't smoke inside!"
Shizuo growled and snatched the objects of his addiction from the bastard flea's claws, not failing to miss the way in which Izaya completely ignored his remark. "Fine, you damn flea," he said and headed for the stairs. "There shouldn't be a problem if I smoke in here."
Izaya glowered at him for a moment before putting on a cheerful mask. "Ok, you can smoke one here before we go in," he said and hooked his arm around Shizuo's waist.
Shizuo's head snapped in his direction, cigarette dangling from his lips as he glared daggers at the scumbag known as Orihara Izaya. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"I'm obviously holding onto Shizu-chan because I don't want to let him go." He rubbed his head against Shizuo's shoulder, barely suppressing the giggle threatening to slip past his lips. Will you hold on to me tighter or will you shake me off, hmm? Which one will it be, Shizu-chan? Their eyes locked for a moment, and in the next one he was was pushed away with so much force that he barely succeeded in winning the battle against gravity which would've sent him falling on his ass if not for all those years of parkour he was forced to do because of the brute beside him. "Shizu-chan, what was that for?" he asked in a wounded voice.
Shizuo's brows furrowed in confusion when he realized that he felt bad for what he had just done to Izaya. He never used to have any issues with hurting him before, but he guessed that it was natural for some things to change after that accursed blowjob in the park. He felt his face heat up at the memory and he hoped that he wouldn't stammer too much while answering the louse's question. "You were being a clingy, bastard flea."
"If my memory serves me right, which it does, you seemed to have liked it when this clingy bastard flea sucked your cock," he purred, tongue darting out to lick his lips in a sensual manner as he slinked back towards the beast, his eyes glowing with mischief.
"S-shut up!" he stammered, heat already starting to travel down to his nether region. He shoved the pack and the lighter back into the pockets of his pants and took a drag from the cigarette, the image of his cock repeatedly sinking into Izaya's too hot mouth brutally slamming into his mind as though it was trying to torture him with the sweet pleasure he had felt back then. Shit, he inwardly cursed and glared at Izaya because it was the flea's fault that he was forced to remember such a thing in the first place. "I'm leaving," he said suddenly and then turned around, not expecting Izaya to cling to his arm as though he was his lover or something. Disgusting louse. "Fuck off!" he growled, hoping that Izaya got the message before he'd be forced to bash his head into the too clean wall that was asking to be sprayed with fresh blood.
"Come on, Shizu-chan, don't you want to relieve some of this sexual tension between us?" he whined, hoping that the brute wouldn't push him away again because he was still hoping that he could get Shizuo inside his apartment.
"There wouldn't be any sexual tension if you hadn't shoved your dirty flea hand into my pants that day." He took another drag from the cigarette and blew the smoke into his archenemy's face, the action bringing him a sort of twisted satisfaction knowing how much the flea hated cigarettes.
Izaya released the arm he was clinging to and coughed, the smoke making his eyes water.
Shizuo expected the skinny flea to bitch at him or to at least insult him some more, but instead Izaya's lips quirked upwards in a disturbing smirk.
"So you admit that there's sexual tension between us." Got you now, stupid beast.
"No!" Shizuo hurried to answer, eyes widening in something akin to panic. "There's nothing between us, you goddam bastard!"
"Shizu-chan is so cute when he turns all defensive like this, it makes me want to play with him some more." He watched Shizuo's stricken expression and he barely suppressed the laugh that threatened to erupt from deep within at the way in which the brute seemed to panic from something as simple as an innocent remark.
"Look, I like older women, ok?" Shizuo said, trying to get the son of a bitch to leave him alone.
Izaya chuckled, eyes sparkling as he lightly brushed his fingers along Shizuo's jaw, not missing the shiver that ran through the beast's body the second he touched him. "I like women too, so what's your point?"
Shizuo gave him a confused look. "Then why the hell are you bothering me?"
"Ah, because Shizu-chan is special," he said and moved closer to take a better look into the pale-yellow eyes of his prey. "Shizu-chan is not one of my humans after all."
Shizuo returned the stare, wishing that he could figure the man out. He knew that he wasn't very good at reading people, because he usually wasn't around them long enough to even hold a normal conversation, but Izaya was on a whole different level than the rest of humanity, which was probably why he was able to tell that Orihara Izaya was evil from the moment they first met. The man was obviously not a god, as much as Izaya loved to claim otherwise, but his scheming did set him apart from the rest, and it was that sneaking around that always unsettled Shizuo enough to want to chase the bastard out of Ikebukuro. He hated him, but he couldn't deny how much he had enjoyed those two times when he got intimate with him. It was two times too much, he told himself, his mind set on not repeating the same mistake again. His hand flew to Izaya's throat, fingers tightening with bruising force around a smooth pale neck. "What game are you playing, hah?"
Izaya's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the idiotic protozoan before him. How does he expect me to answer when he's choking me to death? At this point he would usually pull out his switchblade and slash the brute's hand, but he didn't want to make Shizuo angrier than he already was, so instead he glared at him some more and smacked the offending arm a few times until he got the message and released him. He coughed a few times, then spoke in a rough voice. "Ever heard of 'fuck buddies'?" he said, then continued when Shizuo slightly nodded. "That's what I want. Besides, we don't have to do it right now, but we could make out, ne?" he purred out the words as he snatched the cigarette hanging loosely between Shizuo's lips before he put one arm around his neck and went in for a kiss.
Shizuo was too stunned to react, his brain still stuck at the part about the 'fuck buddies', so when Izaya's moist lips pressed against his he didn't even think of pushing him away. The kiss was surprisingly chaste, a contrast to what they had done until then, but it quickly turned into something more when Izaya's tongue slipped into his mouth and Shizuo found himself responding to the assault by trying to viciously dominate the kiss. He wrapped his left arm around the flea's waist while the right one clenched into black strands of silky hair, and he pushed him into the wall, thoroughly enjoying the surprised grunt that Izaya made when his back hit the hard surface. Stupid louse doesn't know what he's asking for, he thought just before he broke the kiss, grabbed Izaya by the arm and pulled him towards the elevator.
"Shizu-chan...?" Izaya asked, unsure of what the protozoan was planning to do now. At least he didn't push me away again.
"You're right, flea, let's relieve some of this sexual tension between us," Shizuo said as he shoved his most hated enemy inside the elevator.
A shiver ran down Izaya's spine, the cruel smile on the brute's face making him wonder if perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to try to play him. Ah, but it might be worth the risk, ne? He pressed the button to his floor, then retrieved the keys from the pocket of his pants and moved to open the door after they got out of the elevator. The second it opened he was pushed inside and slammed against the door, Ikebukuro's beast continuing from where they left off earlier. "Shizu-chan!" he screeched when the brute grabbed his favorite fur-trimmed jacket and proceeded to yank it off his body with no regard towards the precious clothing article.
"Shut up," Shizuo said before he captured Izaya's lips in a rapacious kiss, his free hand snaking underneath the black t-shirt so that he could caress the smooth skin and lean muscles hidden from his view. So what if I hate Izaya? It's just sex after all, it's not like we're ever going to become lovers. He smirked when Izaya tried to push him away and he kept kissing those rosy lips for a long time until he had to stop in order to get some much needed air, the sight of the flea's wet and abused lips making him harder than he already was. He expected Izaya to taste bitter, like the unpleasant bastard that he was, but he didn't, and that was a nice surprise. "What did you eat before you barged into my apartment?" he asked out of curiosity.
Izaya craned his neck and left a peck on Shizuo's lips before brushing them along the other's jaw. "Why does Shizu-chan want to know?" he asked, then proceeded to nibble on the beast's exposed neck.
"Just answer the question!" he said and pushed Izaya away, then watched in surprise when the clingy flea switched their positions before continuing to nibble on his throat, occasionally biting hard enough to most likely leave a mark. He inwardly cursed but kept his mouth shut, not exactly caring about an insignificant hickey when their bodies were rubbing together in the most sensual dance that Shizuo had ever been a part of, his throbbing member desperately seeking the friction that Izaya seemed to provide each time they rubbed their groins together, his question forgotten until Izaya trailed a few kisses up his jaw and murmured softly beside his ear.
"Does Shizu-chan love my taste?" he asked, smirking against the hot, red ear of his prey.
"Mhmm," was Shizuo's only answer, too focused on trying to relieve some of the tension gathering in his nether region to pay any attention to what the flea was saying, his fingers skimming the pale skin as they kissed again.
"Shizu-chan on the other hand tastes horrible," Izaya said, then giggled when the brute growled at the insult. He helped Shizuo out of his jacket without breaking the contact, then proceeded to get rid of their annoying t-shirt that stood between him and the tanned skin he wanted to feel, explore and taste.
Shizuo's whole body jerked in surprise when Izaya's lips latched onto a nipple, and he stared through hooded eyes as the bastard swirled his tongue around it just as he had done with his cock that time in the park. "Fuck," he groaned out loud, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face when Izaya grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to his room, Shizuo's brain too fried to be able to properly notice anything inside the man's apartment except for the king-sized bed which was covered with black sheets. He felt his body heat go up by a few degrees mere moments later, Izaya making him sit on the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees in front of him and proceeded to unfasten his buckle. "Ngh!" Shizuo moaned the second Izaya's smooth skin came in contact with his heated member, grappling with the urge to thrust into that hand which seems to torture him each time Izaya lazily dragged it up and down his flesh.
"Does Shizu-chan like it when I do this?" Izaya asked, eyes glowing with playfulness as he used his thumb to rub the head of the beast's member, the shaft already starting to leak from only a few velvety touches.
"Ye-yeah," he said, breathless, clenching his fists into the sheets next to his thighs in an attempt to fight off the urge to grab Izaya's hair and force his aching cock past those swollen lips.
"Up, up," ordered Izaya as he tightly grabbed Shizuo's cock and forced him to get off the bed.
"What the fuck, bastard?!" Shizuo growled, enraged at the unexpected and slightly painful action.
Izaya ignored him and pulled down the brute's pants before hurling them somewhere to his right.
Shizuo immediately sat back down, scowling. Had the louse tugged a bit harder then he would've bashed his head into the floor as punishment for being a dick, but his murderous thoughts flew out the window the second Izaya's lips wrapped around his still painfully hard and stiff member. He bucked into the hot inviting mouth, hands flexing for a few moments before clutching into black hair and pushing down Izaya's head until his dick was hitting the back of the flea's throat.
"Mmm-Hrrrmmpff!!" Izaya complained, his muffle protest convincing the beast to release him. "W-what was that for?" he whined, and then coughed.
"For you being an asshole earlier," Shizuo was quick to answer. "You're very good at this. How many dicks have you sucked before mine?" he asked, slightly amused.
Izaya pouted and folded his arms in front of his chest, completely offended by the question. "None!"
"Like I'll believe that," Shizuo sneered, then wrapped his own hand around his erection and proceeded to stroke it in front of the flea.
Izaya's eyes fell on the mesmerizing motion of that strong hand slowly going up and down the delicate flesh between the monster's legs. It was a contrast to how the beast usually handled anything he came into contact with, the thought surprising him enough that he ended up staring, not noticing the amused look on the beast's face.
"Liar," said Shizuo and watched as Izaya jolted in surprise the moment he heard his voice, "you knew exactly what you were doing."
Izaya sighed, exasperated. "It's called research, maybe you've heard of it before?"
"Yeah, whatever," Shizuo mumbled before removing his hand and pointing to his aching member. "You gonna continue or what?"
"Oh, I don't know," Izaya said, smirking, "it depends."
Shizuo's brows furrowed in confusion. "It depends on what?"
Izaya unfolded his arms and proceeded to run his hands up and down the brute's thighs. "It depends on how nicely you ask me," he said before he retracted one hand and pointed at the bulge in his pants, "and also on how exactly you're going to repay me for all those times I made you feel oh-so-good."
Shizuo's nose scrunched in disgust and his eyes narrowed in irritation.
"Come now, Shizu-chan, just touch me. Ah, ah, but please be gentle, because I'd prefer not to see you tear off my dick with your inhuman strength. "Quid pro quo, ne?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
Izaya pushed himself off the floor and stood up in front of Shizuo, looking down at the beast like the god that he was. "It means a favor for a favor. I'll give you a blowjob if you give me a handjob."
Shizuo felt his ire rise up a few notches after hearing the request, even though he knew that the flea had the right to demand something in return for the previously offered services. "Then fucking say so instead of trying to sound smart," he said, scowling, before he reluctantly dipped a finger into the hem of Izaya's pants and pulled him closer. He grimaced as his hands slowly unbuckled the belt, trying to decide whether seeing the flea's cock would be a turn-on or a turn-off. I guess I'll find out in a moment, he told himself just before he yanked the black pants along with the underwear from the skinny hips belonging to the man before him who also happened to be his most hated enemy, the hard cock springing to attention the second it was released from its confines. Shizuo felt his mind go blank at the sight, not knowing how to react now that the flea's dick was in view and so close to him. He continued to dumbly stare at it for a while, until Izaya's voice brought him back to the situation at hand, literally, because he had to put his hand on the disgusting louse's dick. What the fuck was I thinking?
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Izaya was starting to get impatient, the stupid protozoan leaving his poor aching erection hanging in the wind, or air, whatever, the idea was that it was pissing him off. Tch! He'd waited far too long for this to have Shizuo chicken out at the last moment. "I promise it won't bite," he chirped, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.
Shizuo reluctantly raised his hand and wrapped it around the flea's erection, making Izaya take a sharp intake of breath at the action. He had expected to be completely disgusted after touching another's man junk, but the flea was not human, because he was merely an insect, so perhaps that was why he didn't think of it as being so bad. In fact, it was kind of a turn-on, especially after seeing the way in which Izaya kept thrusting lazily into his fist, the flea's slender fingers running through his fake blond hair in such a pleasant manner that made him want to nuzzle into the touch. He grabbed his own neglected erection and closed his eyes, not wanting to see those crimson orbs staring at him in such a way that made a pleasurable shiver run down his spine. He unconsciously nuzzled into the warm hand, then opened his eyes in surprise when the hand retracted and Izaya dropped to his knees again, a surprised cry ripping from throat when his cock was once again engulfed in the hot cavern that was Izaya's mouth, the bastard deep-throating him like there was no tomorrow. "F-fuck, flea, slow down," he whined, not wanting to come so soon.
Izaya didn't listen though, because it didn't matter anymore. He got Shizuo to touch him, which was a huge step, so all that was left now was to make the brute come, then fuck him while he was still drowsy from the afterglow of the orgasm.
Shizuo grunted, his body tensing each time his cock completely disappeared into the louse's mouth, his thoughts a jumbled mess as his eyes remained mesmerized by the sight of Izaya's head bobbing between his legs. Fuck, so hot, he thought just before he grabbed a fistful of Izaya's silky hair and yanked him off his shaft, then grabbed him by the throat and tossed him on the bad.
Shizuo was upon him before Izaya even knew what was happening, a surprised yelp slipping past his lips when he found himself pinned down by the beast who had a firm grip on the back of his neck. "Shi-Shizu-chan," he said in a trembling voice, finally realizing what the brute was planning to do.
"Suck," Shizuo ordered as he pushed his fingers against Izaya's lips. "Suck!" he repeated, sighing in frustration when Izaya kept his lips firmly closed, the flea's head shaking in a definite 'no'. Confused, he retracted his hand and ran it down the flea's back, then stopped just before he reached the hole that he couldn't wait to sink his cock into. "Would you prefer I go in dry?"
"NO!" Izaya shouted. "S-shizu-chan, I think you got the wrong idea here," he said, his nervous laugh and the fine tremors in his body most likely betraying how terrified he was at the thought of getting fucked by the beast, his erection instantly deflating at the prospect of his tight virgin ass getting ripped apart by Shizuo's monstrous cock.
"Huh?" Shizuo said none-too-smartly while stroking his already too hard erection, anxiously waiting for the moment when he could fuck the flea into the mattress until the bastard would scream his name.
"I have no intention of bottoming for you! You'd rip me apart!" Izaya said, trying his best not to struggle because he didn't want Shizuo to think that he was scared, even though he kind of was, because Shizuo was a monster who could easily tear him to shreds if he so chose. He wouldn't go down without a fight though.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Shizuo asked, fingers unconsciously tightening a fraction around the louse's neck. "Then what the hell did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking that Shizu-chan would bottom for me." He was Orihara Izaya, and no one ever topped him, especially not his archenemy.
A growl erupted from somewhere deep within and Shizuo had to fight the temptation to wring that frail neck until it'd break with a sickening crunch. No matter how much of a bastard Izaya was, to deny a man sex after getting him worked up was just wrong. "You're fucking crazy if you think that I'd ever allow your disgusting diseased dick anywhere near my ass."
Izaya's eyes narrowed into slits. "You know what, Shizu-chan? Go fuck yourself!" he hissed.
"I think I will," said Shizuo and proceeded to stroke his cock, still not letting go of Izaya.
"Are you... are you thinking of jerking off and coming on my back?" he asked in disbelief.
"Your fucking fault for leading me on all this time," he hissed as well.
"FUCK YOU!" Izaya snapped and started struggling for all he was worth, hoping to get away from the brutish grip and reach the switchblade he always kept under his pillow. "STUPID PROTOZOAN, BRUTE, BEAST, MONSTER!" he growled out the insults in an uncharacteristic way, the sound reverberated off the walls. He was pissed off beyond belief, never imagining that his plan would backfire, but then he was released and he finally succeeded in grasping the object he was fighting to reach, the blade immediately flicking out at the press of a button and slashing at Shizuo's hand that was in the process of retreating. That's what you get for being a brute, he thought as he backed into the headboard, knife poised to attack at the slightest sign of aggression coming from the beast.
Shizuo fixed him with the full force of glare. "I was just messing you, you damn louse, I'm not you to go around screwing people for my own sick pleasure," said Shizuo as he got off the bed, went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him, not before muttering something unflattering under his breath. "Fuck, fucking flea, fucking hate you," he hissed, then wrapped his uninjured hand around his member. It didn't even matter that Izaya pissed him off, or that he got cut and that his left hand was bleeding, because the disgusting insect succeeded in turning him on so hard that he didn't care about anything else besides reaching sweet release. His left bleeding hand slammed into the wall and he used it as a support while he jerked off, a moan ripping from his throat when he remembered how nice it had felt to have Izaya sucking him off. "Fucking bastard," he swore and gripped the edge of the sink just before hot fluid came gushing out of him, drops of his release landing on the sink. He wanted to piss off the bastard by dirtying his too fucking clean and expensive apartment, and a sadistic smile graced his lips when he imagined how mad the louse was going to be after seeing the mess he made inside his bathroom. Not done. He dipped a finger into some of the blood trickling down his arm and wrote a message on the mirror, then walked to the bathtub to clean up and bandage the wound with the gauze he found inside one of the cabinet's drawers. He looked at the message one last time with a smirk on his face before he opened the door and went back to the bedroom. Izaya was still on the bed, but he ignored the way he was glaring at him through squinted eyes as he picked up his clothes and got dressed, those crimson orbs following his every move. Once done he lit up a cigarette and turned towards him. "If I catch you in Ikebukuro again, I will kill you," he threatened, this time intending to keep his word. He waited for a bit to see if Izaya would say anything but when all he got was a smirk he turned around and left the apartment, his mind set on never going back there again.
Izaya watched him leave, then winced when he heard the brute slam his front door with too much force. Stupid beast. He got off the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, then froze in his tracks when he saw the mess inside and the message written in blood that Shizuo so graciously left behind.

YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF TOO!

"Ahh ha ha ha!" he burst into laughter, the beast's 'sweet' message taking him by surprise. "Aww, was Shizu-chan worried about my hard-on?" he said out loud before he proceeded to clean up the mess that Shizuo left behind. "I appreciate your concern, but my hard-on stopped being a problem the moment you thought of tearing apart my precious behind with that monstrous thing of yours," he said in a singsong voice, his previously pissed off mood doing a one hundred and eighty degrees turn. "I won't stay away from Ikebukuro, because there are still so many games we can play together!" he chirped, already starting to plan their next encounter.
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