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Ensnared	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8 - Dance With The Devil
By the time he reached his apartment, Shizuo was one step away from collapsing, agonizing sounds of pain squeezing through his tightly clenched teeth from the sheer effort it took to keep standing when his badly trembling knees were close to giving out and sending him plummeting to the cold floor of the building's hallway. He wasn't badly injured, so he guessed that it was more of a psychological thing than anything else, because it was a type of ache that he was not used to experiencing. Orihara Izaya was a nasty pain in the ass, both literally and figuratively. Pulling out the key from his pocket with quivering hands, he struggled to thrust it into the lock, but for some strange reason, he was seeing the key as being Izaya's monstrous cock while the lock was his poor, innocent, virgin ass which got plundered by his enemy's repugnant shaft.
Izaya's dick forcing its way into him...
Izaya riding him like an animal...
Izaya grunting in pleasure...
"Argh!" Shizuo roared and punched the wall, a small crater now adorning the previously flat surface near his apartment's door. "Sunovabitch!" he swore in one breathe and kept on trying, missing his target a couple more times before he finally succeeded in driving the key into the lock. "Finally!" he hissed, exasperated, grabbing the handle a bit too tightly before he pushed open the door, stepped inside, and slammed it behind him.
He immediately started undressing, dropping the clothes onto the living room's floor and heading straight towards the bathroom. By the time he reached it, he was only wearing his briefs, which he made sure to hurl somewhere in the corner before he stepped into the shower and worked the faucets until the water was hot enough to wash away Izaya's filthy touch, but not scorching enough to boil his skin. Now that he was finally alone in the privacy of his own apartment, he allowed his aching body to slid down the shower's wall, and even though it hurt like hell to sit down, it was still better than standing up when he felt like the room was spinning around him.
The damage was nowhere near bad enough to elicit such a response from Ikebukuro's beast, but Shizuo was having a hard time thinking when he was overcome by shame and disgust.
He'd let Orihara Izaya screw him in the ass, and he'd moaned like a whore for the man and even asked for more.
What
the
fuck
have
I
done
.
.
.
?
"You can easily stop me if you really want to, but you don't, right, Shizu-chan?" Izaya's words rang inside his head, and Shizuo stiffened at the memory.
I did want it, he admitted to himself as he bit into his lower lip and glowered at a random tile on the shower's wall. Yes, it had been painful in the beginning ― more like agonizing actually ― but the pain eventually turned into some sort of pleasure that he'd never experienced before, and he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed every second of it, until the part when he realized that Izaya had the audacity to come inside him. Somehow, that disgusted him beyond words.
"'the hell am I doing?" he frowned and tilted his head to the side, staring blankly ahead and looking pensive, until his vision came back into focus and he pushed himself back to his feet.
Yes, Izaya had fucked him, and perhaps the flea was laughing at his expense right that very moment, but mopping around never solved anything, and Shizuo liked to believe that he was mature enough to take part of responsibility instead of blaming it all on Izaya. He could've stopped him any time he wanted, but he hadn't. Because I was stupid, that's why, he added as an afterthought before he picked up the soap and started washing his arms and chest, not yet ready to go anywhere near that part of his anatomy which still held traced of Izaya. He knew for a fact that the water was hot, but the coldness still slowly began to creep up on him the lower his hands went, the chilling thought of going in there almost making him want to curl under a rock and never come out.
"Calm the fuck down," he growled and eventually slipped a trembling finger inside his ass in the hope of cleansing it of whatever was left of Izaya. It actually stung a lot more than he'd expected, but he hurried it up because he didn't want to spend more time than was necessary on something so shameful. He was grinding his teeth so hard against each other that they nearly shattered, and as soon as he deemed himself clean enough, he furiously washed his hands, stepped out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get a towel. He didn't even care that he was leaving a trail of water behind him, his only thought being to get dressed and to forget that his little encounter with Izaya had ever happened.
He muttered an abundance of curses as he got dressed, especially when he had to bend down to put on his briefs and sweatpants, but once he was done he stepped out of the bedroom and slowly made his way towards the couch where he gingerly sat down, picked up the remote control and turned the TV on. His stomach was growling, but the thought of eating almost made him throw up, so instead he laid on the couch on his side to get the pressure off his poor behind and closed his eyes, content to just listen to the sounds coming from TV.
Despite how much he wanted to erase the knowledge of their encounter from his head, Shizuo's traitorous body still clung to the memory of their intertwined sweaty bodies crying out in ecstasy. His cock stirred at the imagine his mind conjured, but he growled lowly and tried to focus on the pain in his ass, because there was no way in hell that he would ever let Izaya and his way too big shaft get anywhere near his hole again. Well, Izaya wasn't that big, not bigger than Shizuo himself was, and he was average, but it was still way too big and it'd hurt like hell. He'd most certainly never let Izaya thrust that thing into him again.
Because if felt damn good, a voice in the back of his head hummed, as if to remind Shizuo just how much he'd enjoyed getting fucked by another man.
Both his hands flew to his heated face and he covered it in shame, but his body tenses and he ended up peeking between his fingers when he heard a soft knock on the door.
"Leave!" he snarled loudly enough so that the person behind the door could hear him, but instead of going away, whoever was looking for him only knocked again.
Shizuo cursed under his breath again as he pushed himself into a sitting position and then stood up, his fingers flexing at the thought of hurting whoever was dumb enough to look for him when he was in such a shitty mood. Normally, he would've stomped there, but as things were, all he could do was gingerly make his way to the door.
"'the hell yo―" he snarled the moment he opened it, but the rest of the words got caught in his throat when he saw Izaya standing there and smiling at him. "You disgusting piece shit," he hissed and raised a fist to punch Izaya in the face, but he stopped it in mid-air when the bastard dangled in his face the plastic bag he was holding.
"I come in peace," Izaya assured him and raised his hands in a placating gesture.
"Huh?" Shizuo stared, dumbfounded.
"I want to make it up to you, so I brought you some caramel pudding and strawberry milk... as well as something that should... help you with the pain," Izaya said with a nervous smile, but he was starting to regret his decision of checking up on the beast when Shizuo growled at him and bared his teeth. "Shizu-chan, please calm down," he tried again, and this time his eyes slightly widened in surprise when the beast's features softened a bit before the blond turned around and walked inside, leaving the door open.
"I thought you'd be celebrating," Shizuo confessed tiredly.
Izaya couldn't help but wince as he watched the beast limp back to the couch, but before Shizuo had a chance to sit down, he shoved a hand into his pants pocket and pulled something out. "Shizu-chan, wait!" he rushed to say in one breath.
Shizuo rotated his head to the side and glared at him over his shoulder. "What?"
"I bought you this ointment. It's supposed to help with the pain, or so I've been told at the pharmacy," Izaya mumbled the last words when he remembered how hot his face had burned when the woman at the counter asked him what he was looking for. When Shizuo's eyes further narrowed into something that Izaya couldn't quite pin-point, he carefully made his way to the coffee table where he dropped the bag, only a couple of steps now separating him from the enraged beast that seemed close to losing it and twisting his neck. "Shizu-chan, listen, I... I messed up. It wasn't what I wanted our first time to be," he reluctantly admitted. "At least take this," he said and raised the hand in which he was holding the small package with the tube of ointment inside.
Shizuo glared for a few longs moments before he turned around and snatched it from Izaya's hands with a long sigh. "You got what you wanted, flea... what more do you want from me?" Shizuo asked, mocha eyes fixed on Izaya's face. He hoped that he could see something in those brown-red eyes, some regret maybe, but Izaya's mask was impenetrable.
"You," Izaya uttered softly as he raised a hand and brushed it across Shizuo's cheek.
"That's not gonna happen again," Shizuo snarled and smacked Izaya's hand away, but the feeling left behind burned his skin like wildfire.
Izaya lowered his head. "I understand," he said, his voice laced with guilt. "I'll go now." He turned around and took a step towards the door, but his arm was caught by a strong hand and he was pulled backwards.
"We're not done talking," Shizuo announced.
Izaya turned to face him again, a small smile gracing his lips. "In that case, I'll wait here while you go... you know... take care of your problem."
Shizuo mumbled something unintelligible as he headed towards the bathroom, leaving his unwelcome guest alone in the living room.
Izaya immediately took off his jacket, placed it on the armrest and plopped on the couch, sighing in relief. He still found it hard to believe that he'd succeeded into fooling Shizuo that he was sorry. He regretted hurting the beast, because pushing him away meant putting an end to his little game, but he had no regrets about finally screwing Ikebukuro's beast. He nearly hummed at the memory of that tight heat enveloping his throbbing shaft, but he knew that it would take a lot of work to get Shizuo to spread his legs for him again. Izaya realized he'd screwed up soon after he left the blond hurting in that alley, but it wasn't until he got home and took a shower that he decided to try to fix the mistake he'd unwillingly committed.
Feeling a bit better now that Shizuo had fallen into his trap, he pulled out the contents of the bag and placed the pudding and the carton of milk on the coffee table. He rotated his head in the direction of the bathroom and snickered to himself at the thought of a flushed Shizuo fumbling with the tube. He would've offered to give him a hand, literally, but he had a feeling that Shizuo would shove the tube down his throat and then beat him within an inch of his life before throwing him out the window. With nothing to do but wait, because there was no way he would pick up Shizuo's discarded clothes lying on the living room's floor, he closed his eyes, images of Shizuo's back arching in pleasure forcing their way into his thoughts.
Inside the bathroom, Shizuo fought to loosen his grip on the sink because he didn't want to end up breaking it. He didn't have enough money to replace it, and besides, he didn't want to give Izaya the satisfaction of getting to him. At least the disgusting insect hadn't lied about the ointment. The thing soothed his aching behind, and Shizuo found himself sighing in relief when he took a step towards the door and noticed that it hurt a lot less than before. He was almost grateful to Izaya for showing up unannounced and bringing such a gift, even if the flea had been the one to ravage his behind and cause the pain in the first place. Shizuo had to keep reminding himself that he too had been a willing participant in their short bout of sex as he made his way back to the living room, because he knew that if he were to forget it for even a second, he would tear Izaya's dick off and then shove it down his throat. He found the insect sitting on the couch, but his eyes somehow ended up glued to the pudding. Without a word, he sat down, unwrapped the small plastic spoon, pulled out the lid and dug into it; the heavenly taste almost made him forget his pain and worries for a brief moment. "So you're sorry, huh?" he broke the silence. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"
Izaya gasped in mock-hurt. "Your words wound me deeply, Shizu-chan. I may be... different? Yes, I believe that's the word I was looking for, but I―"
"The words you were looking for were fucked up in the head," Shizuo interrupted him and took another spoonful of pudding, his eyes almost rolling back in his head when the divine taste caressed his taste buds. He had to give it to Izaya, the pest knew how to pick the best desserts. Then again, it looked like something expensive, which meant that the insect had gone out of his way to buy something nice for him.
"If you say so," Izaya added with a sigh after a few moments of silence. "Regardless of how fucked up in the head I am, I regret hurting you."
"Yeah, whatever," came the gruff reply.
"How about you let me show you just show sorry I am?" Izaya purred and then dragged the tip of his tongue across the lower lip in an obscene motion.
Shizuo nearly chocked on the pudding, a needy sound almost slipping past his lips. Shitshitshit, not again, he bellowed inside his head, but the prospect of having those velvety lips wrapped around his shaft made him want to forget why he wanted to bang Izaya's head into the nearest wall. "I don't care―" he started after slamming the plastic container and the spoon on the coffee table, but the rest of the words got caught in his throat when Izaya took off his shoes and started crawling towards him in a cat-like manner, those almost crimson eyes fixed on his crotch. "Don't―" he tried in a commanding tone, but his voice ended up sounding high-pitched with an undertone of desperate need to have the insect take him into his mouth and make him forget about everything else.
"Shh... I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I'm going to make you feel real good," Izaya cooed and placed a hand on Shizuo's knee, not missing the way in which the blond flinched at the touch.
"We shouldn't do this again," Shizuo tried to convince him, swallowing thickly, but when Izaya's hand moved further up his thigh, he couldn't find it in him to stop him.
"Actually, we should~" Izaya sang and placed a hand on Shizuo's chest before gently pushing him down until the beast was resting with his head against the armrest. Red eyes flickered momentarily to Shizuo's face, and he smirked playfully before turning his attention back to the quickly growing bulge inside the beast's pants. "I thought you didn't want it," he teased and slipped cold fingers behind the waistband of Shizuo's sweatpants and briefs before he carefully dragged them down with a bit of help from the heavily turned on beast who muttered a weak, "shut up," as he raised his hips and allowed Izaya to free his erection. Shizuo's cock was already half-hard, but Izaya chose to neglect it in favor of pushing the blond's t-shirt up his chest and planting soft kisses on one quivering and slightly bruises hip.
Shizuo softly bit into his lower lip to stifle a moan when a few strands of Izaya's silky, black hair brushed against his erection, and no matter how much he wanted to push the insect away and squash him into the nearest wall, his treacherous body chose to forgo that thought and instead enjoy the ministrations. He should've known that he would end up falling into Izaya's web the moment their fight had turned into something sexual that first time when he'd caught him, because Izaya was an indomitable force, and Shizuo doubted they could ever go back to how things used to be before he came to taste those poisonous lips, to gaze deeply into those malicious eyes and to feel the man's body shudder beneath his fingers.
"Shizu-chan," Izaya murmured softly against bruised skin before running his nails down the muscles of Shizuo's strong legs, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make the beast shudder in anticipation. "Shizu-chan," he repeated, and this time he moved lower, until his lips were hovering just above the tip of the erection jutting proudly from between the beast's thighs. He exhaled, and the hot breath hitting the stiff organ made Shizuo shiver and whine with a pathetic, "please," before Izaya decided to finally end his agony and take the throbbing member into his mouth. Shizuo took a sharp intake of air, and Izaya smiled around the cock pulsing inside his mouth before he lazily proceeded to bob his head up and down the length while at the same time using his hands to explore the rest of Shizuo's body. He knew that he was tormenting Shizuo with his slow pace, but he loved to see Ikebukuro's beast squirm beneath him. The blond was at his mercy, just like he'd been earlier that day, but this time he wanted to see and to feel him quiver in pleasure instead of pain. Pulling back with a wet plop, he licked his lips and smirked at a panting Shizuo before he bent down again and planted a kiss on Shizuo's stomach, leaving a wet trail behind as he made his way towards the blond's tense jaw.
"Open your eyes, beast," he ordered and crashed his lips against Shizuo's, the blond's honey-brown eyes widening in surprise right before he gripped black locks with a strong hand and wraped an arm around the smaller man's waist. Instead of lying there quietly and letting him do all the work, Shizuo proceeded to ravage the awaiting mouth, and Izaya allowed him the small victory until the blond pulled away to breathe. He wrapped nimble fingers around the stiff erection poking against his hip and when Shizuo moaned and his grip loosened, Izaya took the opportunity to slide down the hard body and flick his tongue across the tip of Shizuo's erection.
"Stop teasing, you bastard," Shizuo groaned, sounding a bit out of breath.
"One should never rush things, didn't your parents teach you that?" Izaya chuckled and licked the shaft from base to tip before he allowed the head to slip past his lips and he proceeded to suckle on it, more of that sweet liquid spilling on his tongue. Shizu-chan needs to stop eating so many desserts, he concluded, his mind going in overdrive trying to come up with ideas on how to make the beast eat more bitter or salty things.
"H-Hurry it up before I bend you over the armrest and you get to see how it feels like to get screwed in the ass," Shizuo threatened, but Izaya simply laughed, the vibrations making another long moan spill past the blond's lips.
Deciding that he'd teased him enough, Izaya pulled back his other hand and used it to massage Shizuo's balls while he pumped the throbbing erection with the other and bobbed his head up and down the hard length, the beast's feverish moans of ecstasy mixing with the wet sounds of his lips sliding across the thick shaft and forming a shameless, but at the same time erotic tune. A glimpse upwards told Izaya that Shizuo was close, if the beast gripping the material of his t-shirt so tightly that his knuckled had turned white was any indication.
He felt Shizuo tense beneath his hands and heard him gasp right before the beast arched off the couch and bucked into his mouth, liquid spilling down Izaya's throat at the same time that Shizuo cried out his blissful release. After what felt like an eternity, the beast collapsed back on the couch, panting heavily. Izaya swallowed the fluid and carefully cleaned the softening member while Shizuo fought to catch his breath. "Raise your hips," he ordered, but Shizuo was too spent, so Izaya had do all the hard work by himself. It took a bit of struggle, but he eventually succeeded in pulling Shizuo's briefs and pants back up, and after he took a moment to catch his breath, he glided up the beast's body and planted a soft kiss on the other's dry lips. Shizuo's eyes fluttered open, and they gazed at each other for a long time before Izaya pushed himself away from the spent body and move back to his corner of the couch.
"Flea..." Shizuo's voice was rough, and he had to swallow a few time before continuing. "Aren't you going to...?" he asked after having felt the insect's bulge against his stomach when Izaya kissed him.
"Don't worry, Shizu-chan, I'll be fine," Izaya assured him. "This was me apologizing for today's mistake."
"Y-Yeah, okay," Shizuo replied in a haze, still trying to come down from the height of his orgasm. He knew that he should say something, but he didn't know what. Truth be told, he just wanted to sleep, and Izaya must've sensed it because he saw the insect get up and slip his jacket on. 'You going?" he asked tiredly and watched the man walking towards him, bending forward and giving him a chaste kiss on the forehead.
"Good night, Shizu-chan," Izaya whispered beside his ear before he got up and walked out of the apartment, the malicious smirk back into place the moment he'd turned around.
What a simple-minded puppet, he thought once he stepped out of the apartment building. If he'd known that all it took to tame Ikebukuro's beast was a little attention, he would've done it years ago. Better late than never, ne?
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