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Chapter 7 - Fever
Shizuo never thought he'd end up feeling guilty for hurting Izaya, and yet it was all he could think about the days following their failed attempt at having sex. It was as though he could see Izaya's hurt expression each time he closed his eyes, and he couldn't stop blaming himself for what happened. His face burned in shame each time he remembered what happened during their last meeting, and he hated himself for changing his mind at the last second. He shouldn't have panicked; it was just sex after all. He was Ikebukuro's beast, not some weak human who could easily get hurt, so he really had no excuse for banging Izaya's head into the wall. Well, he had an excuse, but he found it ridiculous that he would get scared of Izaya's nasty smirk. Izaya couldn't have hurt him even if he'd wanted, at least not without a switchblade, and he was certain there had been no such thing anywhere near either of them, unless the insect had one shoved up his ass, but he highly doubted that. Then again, it was the flea, so he could never really be certain about anything when it came to that bastard.
He stopped to buy some cigarettes on his way home from work, but his whole body tensed the moment he felt Izaya's presence somewhere nearby. He grabbed the pack off the counter at the same time that he dropped a few bills before he rushed out of the store, his eyes darting all over the place to locate the signature fur-trimmed coat that he knew so well. He spotted Izaya not far from where he was, so he crossed the street and sped up to catch up to him.
"Oi, flea," he called out, but Izaya seemed to ignore him, so he captured a skinny arm and turned him around. "Can't you just wait a second?" he asked, but when their eyes met, he couldn't help but flinch at the fury he saw burning in the rusty-red orbs.
"Hands off," Izaya spoke in a surprisingly calm voice just as he smacked away the offending hand.
It was then when Shizuo noticed the stitches on the left side of Izaya's face, and without thinking, he raised a hand to touch it, but before his fingers could reach their target, Izaya had already pulled out his switchblade and pressed it against Shizuo's throat.
"Don't touch me," he warned, feeling completely angry at the stupid brute before him. He wasn't used to having such terrible headaches, but because of Shizuo's vicious blow, the pain refused to go away no matter how many painkillers he'd taken.
Shizuo stared in confusion for a few moments, not used to seeing Izaya show his emotions so openly. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened last time we met." Izaya's eyes only seemed to burn brighter with hate, and Shizuo couldn't help but lower his head and cringe as he felt the man's glare burn holes into his person. "I shouldn't have reacted like that. I... I really want to make it up to you."
Izaya pocketed the switchblade. "Follow me," he suggested and then waited for Shizuo to nod before he headed towards a side street where they could talk in peace. Once there, he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. "If you really want to make it up to me, then how about you magically take away this horrid headache I've been having ever since you almost fractured my skull, hmm?"
Shizuo's paled a little, the guilt he already felt suddenly weighing so much heavier on his heart. "I'm... I really am sorry. I..." he started, but then stopped to lit up a cigarette before continuing. He knew that he was being an inconsiderate bastard by smoking in front of Izaya when he knew how much the man hated it, but he was feeling too guilty about the whole thing and he needed something to calm down before he ended up breaking a wall in a fit of rage. For once, he was furious at himself instead of being angry at the skinny flea before him.
"Well, if that's all you had to say..." Izaya sneered and tried to walk away, only to get his wrist captured by the man he couldn't help but hate and desire at the same time.
"No, wait," Shizuo pleaded and tightened his grip when Izaya tried to free his arm. "Just wait... please." When the other didn't answer, Shizuo took a drag from the cigarette and continued. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. It just happened. I want to make it up to you somehow." He fought a shudder when Izaya's lips settled into a nasty smirk, and it took everything he had to not run away when the insect grabbed his arm and started dragging him through a few narrow alleyways before finally stopping when they could go no further. "Why are we here?"
"You said you want to make it up to me," Izaya answered innocently right before he snatched Shizuo's cigarette, hurled it to the ground, and then roughly slammed Ikebukuro's beast into the wall before he proceeded to plunder his mouth.
"S-Stop! What if s-someone sees us?" Shizuo stuttered as he nervously glanced to his left.
"No one passes through here, so relax," Izaya said sweetly right before he grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and claimed Shizuo's mouth again.
The kiss was demanding and vicious, but at the same time passionate and needy, a true reflection of how they felt towards one another. Izaya's left hand was tightly clenched in Shizuo's hair, forcing the taller men to move according to his will as though the other was nothing more than one of his many puppets. The Informant could hardly believe this was Ikebukuro's beast, but the needy moans and groans confirmed what he already knew. Both of them still wanted the other just as badly as before, and as they grabbed and pulled at each other's clothes, Shizuo's mind had gone so blank that he hadn't even realized his shirt had been unbuttoned and that he'd been pushed towards a few wooden crates until he ended up sitting on one of them, the malevolent insect above him chuckling darkly while roughly shoving his knees apart with his free hand and settling himself between them. Shizuo wanted to protest, but before he could even open his mouth, Izaya was devouring his lips again, one of the man's hands working on unbuckling his belt while the other was still tightly clenched in his dyed locks.
"I never knew that Shizu-chan could be such a hot mess," Izaya's whispered into an impossible red ear right before he bit on its lobe and proceeded to slowly lower his enemy's zipper, dragging the action for as long as possible until Shizuo was trembling with anticipation. He gazed into the beast's honey-brown eyes for a while, enjoying the sight of a flushed protozoan begging to be touched. "I know what Shizu-chan wants," he snickered and ran a finger over the blond's still covered erection, thoroughly enjoying the way in which Ikebukuro's strongest gasped and tightly shut his eyes, small beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He could tell that Shizuo was burning with desire, and even though he enjoyed torturing his enemy, he decided to finally stop teasing him and give him what he wanted. Giggling, he shoved a hand inside the man's underwear and freed his erection, rust-red eyes drinking in the lewd sight before him. He wanted to hear more of those delicious noises he'd heard before, so he wrapped a hand around the other's throbbing member and dragged it up and down, so mesmerized by the sight of Shizuo biting hard into his lower lip to stifle his moans that he couldn't help but hungrily lick his own lips in anticipation, barely restraining the more primitive side of his brain that wanted nothing more than to free his own erection and bury it deep into the obviously willing body of his enemy. Shizuo seemed a lot more desperate to fuck then he was, and Izaya couldn't help but maliciously smile at the needy expression on the man's face.
"Turn around and bend over," he ordered, and he found it interesting how little he cared if the man got ofended or not.
It took Shizuo's brain a few moments to process the request, his eyes opening and then widening in disbelief when he finally figured out what Izaya was asking of him. "No! NO!" he firmly stated, even though he knew that it must've looked ridiculous to protest while his enemy was still pumping his erection. "I'm not some whore that you can fuck in some filthy alley," he growled through clenched teeth, but he ended up whining pathetically when Izaya released his member and simply shrugged before turning around to walk away. Without thinking, Shizuo captured the accursed flea's arm and pulled him back. "Let's g-go to my apartment," he suggested, and he felt the blood freeze in his veins when Izaya raised a hand and gently ran it down his jaw, the man's malicious expression almost making him quiver.
"Oh, no, Shizu-chan, that's not how this works. You're the cause of these terrible headaches, and it's not really helping your cause. If anything, I hate you more than ever." Shizuo's guilty look was priceless, and Izaya took advantage of that moment to run his middle finger across the swollen lips before shoving it inside the beast's slack mouth. As expected, Shizuo frowned and tried to pull away, but Izaya grabbed a fistful of hair and kept him in place. "Think of this as my cock," he said in an amused tone while ignoring the beast's furious glare thrown his way. "Ah, don't be angry." He grasped Shizuo's erection again, the beast's hateful glare immediately turning into one of pure lust. Izaya took advantage of that moment and pulled out his finger before thrusting two into Shizuo's mouth again and again, until the beast finally stopped protesting and instead swirled his tongue around them.
Shizuo's mind was so filled by lust that he hadn't even realized what was going on until he was pulled to his feet and manhandled by the insect into a bent position over one of the large wooden crates. He opened his mouth to protest just as he tried to push himself up and away from it, but Izaya slammed him back down and covered his body with his still fully clothed form. He knew that he could easily push Izaya away and then beat him to a bloody pulp if he so wished, but the bastard's hand was back on his throbbing member and he couldn't drum up the necessary will to stop what he knew would soon happen. He still shuddered when he felt his pants being pulled down and a digit slip into his precious behind, but unlike the first time, he didn't freak out and run away. It's just sex, he kept telling himself. Some guys do it all the time, so it can't be that bad. Just like the first time, it burned a little in the beginning, but the hand on his shaft was enough to distract him from what Izaya was doing to his ass. The position made his face burn with shame, and a part of him still wanted to rebel and murder the flea for humiliating him in such a way, but he wanted to have sex just as much as the bastard laying kisses on his nape and he had no choice but to compromise, at least until he'd learn to control his strength. The soft hand on his cock teased him with slow strokes while Izaya worked on loosening him up, and Shizuo could do nothing but hold onto the crate as if his life depended on it.
Just as he was starting to lose himself to the feeling of getting finger-fucked, Izaya pulled him off the crate and pushed him down on his knees, the insect unbuckling his belt and freeing his erection. "What are you―" he started but he never got to finish, the disgusting flea shoving his member into his mouth with nary a care in the world. He immediately tried to pull away, but Izaya had a firm grip on the back of his head and he refused to let him go. "Mmmm-Hrrrmmmpfff!!" he complained and seriously thought about biting the damn thing off, but when their eyes met, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by those almost red orbs glowing in the dusk, the lust bleeding into them making Izaya look just as desperate as he was no matter how hard he was trying to hide it.
"Shizu-chan, don't run away again," he heard him say, and despite how reluctant he was about the whole thing, he still raised a hand and grasped Izaya's erection at the same time that he wrapped his lips tighter around it and swirled his tongue before pulling his head back just a bit and thrusting forward, all the while trying to fight off the panic he felt at having something shoved into his mouth. He caught a glimpse of Izaya biting his lower lips to stifle a moan, and something inside of him almost despised the pest for depriving him of his reward. He wanted Izaya to be just as messed up as he was, and without thinking, he tried to deep-throat him, only to end up gagging and pull away so fast that he would've fallen if not for the flea grabbing his arm and pulling him back to his feet.
"Know your limits, Shizu-chan," Izaya chuckled darkly before he bent Ikebukuro's beast over the crate and proceeded to unbuckle his pants and free his nearly painful erection. He then covered him with his body, aching to thrust the throbbing member jutting from between his legs into the beast's ass. His hand was surprisingly steady as he guided his erection to the awaiting hole, a part of him thinking that it was a dream because there was no way in hell that Shizuo would let his archenemy fuck him in the ass. He felt Shizuo tense beneath him, but he ignored the obviously nervous beast and pushed in, really enjoying the vice-like grip around his cock as the muscles twitched and tried to push out the invading object. It hurt a bit to force himself into such a tight hole, but the pleasure he was feeling was far stronger than the slight discomfort. It was almost too good to be true, and he was starting to have doubts that it was really happening until he heard the beast's distressed voice ringing in his ears.
"What the f-fuck?! Slow down!! Shizuo begged and tried to get up, but Izaya twisted his arm and pushed him back down. It hurt so much that Shizuo felt like he was being split in two, every inch of the bastard's shaft making agony shoot up his spine. "This fucking hurts, you DICK!" he growled and glared at him from the corner of his eye after turning his face to see Izaya better, but the dark smirk on his enemy's face only grew wider.
"Of course it does without lube," Izaya shrugged and pulled out before slamming back in, thoroughly enjoying Shizuo's surprised screech. "Now shut up and take it like a man," he mocked him in a malicious tone. Using his free hand, he grabbed the beast's shrinking erection, not wanting the stupid brute to lose it and perhaps murder him before he even had a chance to orgasm. "I.hate.Shizu-chan.so.so.much," he confessed, accentuating each word with a deep thrust. "You can easily stop me if you really want to, but you don't, right, Shizu-chan?" Izaya teased as he slammed into him, letting go of the previously captured arm to grab a shoulder and use it for better leverage.
Shizuo was heavily panting beneath him, pained noises slipping past his lips every time Izaya thrust into him. He wanted nothing more than to stop the bastard, but he refused to chicken out yet again. Izaya's hand on his shaft did little to distract him from the pain as he floated through a haze of agony, but at least it seemed to hurt less the more he got screwed, and even thought it served as little comfort to him in such dark times, he was still grateful for it. Izaya was grunting above him, the disgusting insect obviously enjoying himself. In that moment, he vowed to find and murder everyone who ever said that taking a dick up the ass felt good, because Izaya stabbing him with his rock hard shaft felt anything but pleasant. A whine spilled out at a particular vicious thrust, and he didn't realize that Izaya had stopped torturing him until he felt warm fingers caressing his hip in a reassuring manner. He opened his eyes and twisted his torso to look back, his eyes widening in surprise when he noticed the worried expression on his enemy's face.
"Does it really hurt that bad?" Izaya asked in a slightly concerned voice, finally starting to realize that Shizuo wasn't just complaining for the sake of complaining and that he was really in a lot of pain.
Shizuo nodded frantically, his whole body twitching in agony each time he moved because of the cock still buried deep inside him and painfully rubbing against his raw inner walls.
"Raise your torso a bit; use your elbows," Izaya suggested while still caressing the quivering hip beneath his hand, feeling worse and worse by the second for causing so much pain to the man he wanted so much. It was true that he hated him, but when it came to sex, he didn't really want to hurt him. He'd been almost certain that the beast wouldn't feel pain, because he'd never seen him complain no matter how hard he'd been hit before, and yet Shizuo proved him wrong yet again. Izaya waited until the man did as he was told before he wrapped a hand around Shizuo's almost limp member, all the while struggling to not piston in and out of the hot hole he was still buried into. Standing still was pure torture, but feeling the shaft grow in his hand with each new stroke served as a good enough incentive to stop himself from ravaging Ikebukuro's beast. He now knew that just because Shizuo was strong, it didn't mean that he couldn't feel pain, and as much as he wanted to crush the man, he still refused to fall prey to his deepest, darkest desires and truly hurt him. He was woken up from his musing by a delicious moan, and he pulled out slowly and then sank back in, hoping that Shizuo wouldn't be in too much pain this time around. Except for a grunt, there were no other sounds, so Izaya took that as a sign to continue. It was obvious that Shizuo wasn't feeling any pleasure from it, so Izaya changed the angle until he finally found what he was looking for.
Shizuo's let out a surprised sound when Izaya slammed into his prostate, and he ended up with his chest back on the wooden crate, his arms going slack after the short burst of pleasure. He almost cried in delight when the flea's shaft rubbed against the same spot again, his addled mind now enjoying the jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine each time Izaya thrust into him. It still burned a little, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been in the beginning, and he found himself pushing back to meet the insect's thrusts, wanting to get more of that maddening feeling. "Faster," he demanded in a needy voice, not really caring about anything else besides relieving the pressure building up in his nether region.
Izaya lowered his head until his lips were right beside Shizuo's ear. "You're so sexy when you sound desperate," he whispered hotly as he inhaled the beast's wild scent. He pulled out and then pushed back with a hard, deep thrust, Shizuo's back arching off the crate and a keening noise slipping past those beastly lips. This time however the sounds were a melody of bliss instead of agony, and Izaya grabbed Shizuo's shoulder again and proceeded to give it to him hard and fast just like the beast seemed to like it.
If anyone would've told Shizuo that he would one day make such sounds, he was certain that he would've murdered that person in the most brutal way he could possibly imagine, and yet there he was, moaning, grunting and whining each time he got impaled on Izaya's shaft. He finally understood why some guys took it up the ass, and when the hand on his member sped up, he held on tighter onto the wooden crate and came with a cry, eyes rolling into the back of his head and knees going weak from the sheer force of the orgasm rippling through his body. He couldn't remember ever coming so hard, and as he basked in the afterglow, his body kept twitching each time Izaya slammed into him, the insect's hand now moving away from his deflating shaft to seize a hip, the chaotic thrusts and the loud pants above him a clear sign that the flea was close. It only took a dozen or so more thrusts before Izaya slammed deep into him and came with a groan, the flea drilling his ass like a wild, horny rabbit as he rode out his orgasm before finally collapsing on top of him and planting a kiss on his nape.
Shizuo stood there unmoving until Izaya finally pushed himself up to a standing position and slipped out of him, wild shudders wrecking his frame when he felt the flea's disgusting cum seep out of his hole. "YOUSONOFABITCH!" Shizuo roared and turned around, mortified, his plan to bash Izaya's head into the wall miserably failing the moment he tried to take a step forward, excruciating pain shooting up his spine as a result of getting fucked in the ass. His knees gave out and he ended up crumpling to the ground with eyes wide from shock. "You... YOU!!" he growled at Izaya, but his vision was glued to his quivering thighs instead of the bastard who fucked him up in more ways than one. He placed the palm of his left hand flat against the ground and slowly pushed himself up, not expecting Izaya to grab his other arm and help him up. The second he was back on his feet he roughly pushed away the flea, and as much as he wanted to crush the bastard's skull with his bare hands, he now knew that he stood no chance against him when he could hardly walk. Izaya's confused expression only served to further infuriate him, as though the bastard didn't know what he'd done. "YOU FUCKING CAME INSIDE OF ME!" Shizuo cried out, half in bloody rage and half in mental agony. "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU USE A CONDOM?"
Izaya looked at Shizuo as though he was insane; the answer was the most obvious thing in the world after all. "I didn't have one."
"WHY NOT??" Ikebukuro's beast screeched.
"I didn't think you would want to do it after what happened last time," Izaya answered honestly. "Shizu-chan, calm down," he told the other man when he realized that Ikebukuro's strongest was nearly hyperventilating. "It's fine, I'm clean," he assured him and raised a hand to brush some dyed locks sticking to Shizuo's sweaty forehead before taking him into his arms and gently rubbing his tense back. "I swallowed some of yours, remember? And that's much worse than you having mine in your ass, ne?" He felt Shizuo reluctantly nod against him, and he smiled before planting a few gentle kisses along the beast's trembling jaw.
Shizuo couldn't decide whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer, his hate and desire for the man before him mixing into one fucked up need. Whether it was a need to crush him or a need to be with him, he wasn't sure, but what he did know was that the two of them were the two most fucked up people in the whole wide world. The feeling of Izaya's seed trickling down his legs made his nose scrunch up in disgust, and he suddenly felt angry all over again. Giving in to his rage, he pushed Izaya away and shoved a quivering hand between his legs to wipe off the flea's disgusting seed, but when he pulled back his hand and he saw a bit of blood mixed in with it in the dim light, he lost it. "YOU ASSHOLE!!!" he cried out and tried to grab him, but Izaya was already halfway through the alley by the time Shizuo managed to pull his pants back up and take a step in his direction.
"Oops..."
"OOPS? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?" Shizuo raged, seeing red.
Izaya raised his hands in a placating gesture, hoping to calm down the fretting beast. "Spit doesn't work as well as lube does. As for the condom, you should've noticed the lack of one when you were down on your knees trying to deep-throat me and miserably failing."
Feeling the sting of the insult even though he knew that he shouldn't give a damn about what Izaya had to say, Shizuo still flinched at the remark, especially when he couldn't even take a step without more of the bastard's release seep out of his clearly abused hole. Now that the euphoric moment had passed, he truly felt disgusted by what they had just done. "I never want to see you again," Shizuo barked.
"Well, thanks for curing my headache," Izaya chirped before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
Shizuo barely stopped himself from crushing to smithereens the boxes around him, wanting to avoid further aggravating the acute pain he already felt. "That fucking asshole, son of a bitch, piece of shit, disgusting, fucked up, flea, I fucking hate him," he hissed as he worked on adjusting his clothes, trying really hard to not think about the dampness between his legs. Oh god, how could I let him do this to me, he wondered, despairing. Walking was pure torture, but he grit his teeth harder against each other and kept going, wanting nothing more than to get home as soon as possible and take a long, scorching shower to wash away the insect's filth off and from inside his body. His face burned hot each time he caught people curiously gazing at him because of the limp, and he vowed to punch the pest until his skull would cave in.
There was no one Shizuo hated more than Orihara Izaya.
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