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Characters: Izaya and Shizuo
Location: Shizuo's place
Time: Night
Style: Action cool with you, baaaybe~?
Status: Closed

[This was stupid and this was dangerous. Mostly stupid. Izaya slipped away from Jacob's for a bit. He didn't know why Shizuo wasn't furious with him but he was selfish enough to take it in stride. It was probably apart of the curse.

Also, he was kinda concerned.

Shizuo was never sick. Curse or not- this was weird. But the problem was- Izaya had never really been sick before either so he was kinda helpless.

But he had enough common sense of first aid that he wasn't totally useless. When he arrived at Shizuo's, he had a nurse's hat placed on his head.]

I would've dressed up but I don't think we're at that stage in our relationship.

[He says it with a poker face.

It's a good twenty minutes later and he's forced Shizuo into bed, tucked him in, and is now sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over with a hand pressing a wet towel against his forehead.

He's shoved a thermometer into Shizuo's mouth and has something cooking in the kitchen.]

Can't believe Shizu-chan's sick...

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Shizuo was into this, and as Izaya moved into an even more accommodating position, he could feel his body fill with a heat that had nothing to do with fever. The way Izaya said his name made Shizuo respond and he leaned forward to touch Izaya's face, which looked breathtaking, like that. Since Izaya's shirt was off, Shizuo ran both palms down the flesh there - lightly, as a way of claiming every inch of Izaya.

Izaya's spread legs were offering up something - something Shizuo wanted. And yet, made him pause. What if he did something wrong, somehow? What if he was too slow, too fast, or too strong? What if he coughed all over Izaya in the moment?

He tried to push those thoughts away, and focus instead. His hands wandered all over Izaya's torso, ghosting over the scars, exploring and claiming every inch of him. Dipping downward to his hips, even tracing the outline of Izaya's hardening cock on his boxers.

Izaya seemed to like what he was doing.

Shizuo was nervous and inexperienced, but that wouldn't hinder him. He might not know the way men did it in porn, but he knew that he wanted Izaya - and wanted to communicate that to him. He wanted to show Izaya that he was invested. Devoted. This act would be the proverbial signing of the contract.

He put his hands on Izaya's hips, slipping them under the hem of his underwear, which he pulled over to reveal Izaya's hardening cock. Despite himself, Shizuo made an very soft mmm sound. He shifted himself out of the way, so he could pull the boxers off entirely.

Izaya was completely naked.

Immediately, Shizuo began to kiss every inch of Izaya - from his neck, down to his chest, down to his hip, down right beside his cock - occasionally stopping to suck a little harder. This was his devotion. His offering.

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Izaya was very much naked indeed.

He had never really been exposed like this before. Even during gym class at high school, he had always changed privately behind his locker door. It had never been a matter of body shy as much as it was...modesty. He didn't have the time of day to really worry about it though because Shizuo was on him in an instant.

The closer Shizuo got to his cock, the more exhilarated Izaya felt. A hand automatically went to Shizuo's hair, his fingers just barely touching the tips of the bleached strands.

If this wasn't such a magnetic moment of truth, if it wasn't so serious, maybe Izaya would have been able to crack a smirk and make a crude joke to get Shizuo flustered. Maybe if this wasn't the most revealing and personal thing that he had ever done with someone, he'd be able to laugh and be giddy.

Maybe somewhere down the line.

But for once, Orihara Izaya is speechless.

He can only watch helplessly as he's unwounded by the one man that he thought to be an unobtainable monster. The one devastatingly destructive and unpredictable creature that had always ...Always.

God, Izaya was starting to feel emotional again. A breathy sort of laugh broke out of him and he threw an arm over his eyes, a ridiculous smile on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Shizuo. You really see me, don't you..." he muttered, his voice tight. No, no, no. His voice did not crack. He didn't sound exasperated or on the brink of something.

"Damn it. Come here," he said, seizing Shizuo gently by the air but still firm enough to lead him up along his body if only so they could meet one another's mouths.

He knew that they were supposed to be having sex. He knew that it was supposed to be erotic but his heart was suddenly dribbling out of his mouth and he couldn't not kiss Shizuo. He pushed himself up and up until he was kneeling in front of Shizuo but eventually shifted over onto Shizuo until he was sitting in his lap.

He couldn't really tell where his tongue began and Shizuo's ended. During this little kiss, his naked body began to rotate and slide against Shizuo's lap. Pressing, feeling, touching and pushing down against him. It was a lap dance but it felt a little more than that- their bodies sealed together and only separated by the thin layer of Shizuo's boxers. He could feel him through those.

Man, he really needed to get a hold of himself.

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Izaya's words caught Shizuo by surprise - he looked up at the way Izaya covered his face, still smiling. They shifted positions and then Izaya was in his lap, and they were kissing. This kiss was more important than any other physical interaction that they had thus far, and Shizuo knew it. He could feel it in the way Izaya kissed him. As Izaya's body began to move, Shizuo let out a low moan. Feeling Izaya so close, so against him, separated only by his boxers - why had he left those on?

With the kiss finally broken, Shizuo brought his strong arms around Izaya's body and held him close. Yes, they were supposed to have sex - would have sex - but he wanted Izaya to understand, first. He kissed Izaya again - this one a little more chaste - and squeezed him, gently of course.

"I do see you, Izaya," Shizuo said, and he was smiling a wide, genuine smile. Shizuo wasn't the kind of guy who talked in circles about things. He liked to be straightforward, and what he was about to tell Izaya was the truth, plain and simple. "I see you," he repeated, shifting to put a palm over the scar across Izaya's heart. "And I still love you."

Love was a big word. A scary one. One that Shizuo had previously been unable to think about - to accept as fact. He had been so terrified of believing in Izaya before, so afraid of trusting in him. But now, especially after everything that happened, Shizuo knew Izaya. He might not know his birthday and he might not have seen that picture of his mother - yet - but Shizuo could see underneath everything to the person Izaya was. And Izaya wasn't a good person, he did bad things before and would do bad things again, but even those bad things didn't matter. Shizuo could see Izaya as Izaya. Not the Izaya presented to people. Not Izaya the informant. Not even Izaya the flea. Just Izaya - raw and true.

It might have been too soon to use that word - love - for others. But Shizuo and Izaya have worked through seven years of knowing each other - seven years, and one horrific event. But Shizuo could finally think it, say it, accept it, and mean it.

He loved Izaya for Izaya, and that meant accepting all that came with it.

Shizuo could do that. Would do that - for him, because he knew that Izaya would do the same - for him.

And just like that, it felt as though all of the pieces had finally aligned.

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Then just like that, everything in the world became very quiet and very still. Izaya had never understood the idea of having the sensation of the entire world stopping at one second. Even when he had jumped to his own death, that had never flashed into his mind. He felt like he could hear the water bubbling around the globe of Vatheon. He felt like if he listened hard enough, he would hear the wind up on the island.

His eyes were wide open and his entire body had grown still but not stiff. He was completely relaxed.

The words submerged themselves into him. They sank through his body like calm, warming affect. They pushed into the crevices of his complicated brain tissue and worked through the twisted fissures of muscle and organ that made up his whole existence.

Shizuo loved him.

Like a movie reel, his life whipped through his mind. His life with Shizuo, rather. Every encounter, every fight, every shed of violence. But also every single tender moment, every promise, every emotional explosion that had resulted in this. This relationship that Izaya would literally die for. This relationship that shook him in the way that nothing else would ever be able to.

His king had finally come to stand by his side. Maybe the white and black king wouldn't fight at the very end after all. He was wrong. Again.

There was virtually no other possibility of love for Izaya. He wanted nothing and disregarded all else with an indifferent flick of the wrist. Nothing would ever amount to anything that Shizuo and him held. Not in hate and not in love. He would welcome Shizuo as Shizuo welcomed him- with an entire-armed embrace that swallowed up every inch of Shizuo. The parts of him that hated Izaya, the parts of him that loved him, the parts of him that were an uncontrolled beast, the parts of him that were daft and stupid...Everything.

Izaya hadn't realized that he had even stopped kissing to look at Shizuo instead. He didn't realize that he had cupped his face to stare evenly at his eyes.

"Do you believe in fate, Shizu-chan?" he asked, but he stared up at the ceiling a moment later, his hands slid off of Shizuo's face.

"I never used to."

With that, he languidly fell backwards from Shizuo and landed on the bed with a huff, his legs spread apart on either side of Shizuo's body, arched up at the knee and his arms above his head. He stretched his body out and opened one eye to look at Shizuo.

"But now I do. It all makes so much sense. It's like this entire life of ours was this complicated puzzle and that the alignment had to be forged in order for the picture to portray itself. It's like there was no other possible routine out of this life. This- this was it. Out of all of the astronomical possibilities, this was the one set in the stars for us. I'm not much of a fantastical person, Shizu-chan, but for you? For you I think I can believe it."

It's one of Izaya's usual rambles. But it's so much more now. He reached out and snagged the chain to the lamp by Shizuo's bed and yanked the chain. It left them in a shrouded darkness where the high lights of their bodies were lit up by the street lamps from outside, painting them in blacks and silvers.

Izaya's bright eyes peered up at Shizuo, alluring and aware, and as his eyesight adjusted to the dark, he could once again see Shizuo.

"Take me."

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Shizuo watched Izaya as he spoke. His usual gut reaction was to roll his eyes at Izaya's prattles and tune them out, but he listened, this time. He worked hard to follow exactly what Izaya was saying, to make sense of the analogies - all of which spoke of the two of them, coming together, fitting in the right way, perfectly. Two pieces, meant to link. It made sense. Shizuo could understand.

"I can believe it, too," he agreed quietly, just as they were covered by darkness.

And he would take Izaya. Izaya who was his, wholly and completely - every good part, bad part, confused part, hurt part. Shizuo would take them all.

He leaned over and pulled the lube out of the nightstand beside the bed. The one he bought after finding it in Izaya's bedroom. Shizuo had wanted to be prepared for this. He then slipped off his own boxers, and now they both were naked. Then he leaned over Izaya so they could feel skin-against-skin all over, in all the right places - and kissed him, before sitting back up and using the lube on his fingers.

Urging Izaya's knees back just a little, Shizuo found his asshole and lightly the outside with his lubed finger. In the shower, practicing, he had done that, thinking about Izaya - thinking about how he could make Izaya feel. Then, he slowly moved that find inside of Izaya - very carefully, still mindful of his strength, and began to move it, watching to see if Izaya liked it.

And...suddenly thinking about how it'd feel to put himself in there, rather than just a finger. He took a shaky breath as he watched Izaya's skin move from the short, careful thrusts of his finger - and thought about slipping his cock inside and feeling Izaya all around him.

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There was a surprising difference between the size of Shizuo's fingers and Izaya's. It was an instant acknowledgement and Izaya bit down on the inside of his lip. It didn't hurt. Actually it was more of the opposite. He didn't question Shizuo why in the hell he had lube but he kept it in mind to do so later. Shizuo didn't really seem the type of guy to have that stuff laying around his apartment.

His eyes were focused on Shizuo's chest when suddenly they dropped down and---

"Oh," he suddenly exhaled because Shizuo was-

Big to say the least. The thought of having that inside of him didn't instantly make Izaya cringe out of fear but instead shiver a bit with excitement. It was an honest fantasy he had had for a while and God damn was he ready.

With each little nudging thrust of that finger, it pushed right up against him and had Izaya's body lifting a bit each time to accommodate that finger. He slid down on the bed a bit more, making himself much more accessible to Shizuo. His legs fell apart a bit wider and he closed his eyes, his breathing a bit quicker than it had been only a few minutes ago.

His body clenched up around Shizuo and he started to mouth something- but stopped half way to sounding it out. But it was pretty obvious as to what he was alluding to.

Like Shizuo- he wanted more.

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Shizuo loved the way Izaya's body reacted - moved as though silently begging for more. At some point, Shizuo slipped in a second finger, watching Izaya breathe quicker in obvious pleasure. Izaya was absolutely alluring. There was no other way of putting it. Shizuo wanted him - all of him, all around him. And so, carefully, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lube bottle again, lathering his cock. Then, on second thought, pulling Izaya's hand to his cock and having him help. That brief touch sent a shiver of pleasure down Shizuo's spine - and fuck, he was going to take Izaya.

Once lathered, hemoved closer to Izaya, in between his legs, putting two hands around that accessible butt. This far in, he was no longer worried about things like coughing or being wrong. He felt confident, the only lingering fear being hurting Izaya. But Izaya had faith in him, and so Shizuo would try hard to have faith in himself. He raised Izaya's ass just enough and then pressed his cock against his hole. It was with careful pressure that he eased it inside, stopping if Izaya made any sounds of discomfort.

Fuck, Izaya was tight. Super tight. Shizuo's own eyes fell periodically shut as he entered him, overcome with the feeling of Izaya all around, but he'd force them back open again, wanting to see Izaya's face, to watch him and make sure he was in pleasure and not pain.

Once he was nearly in, he carefully hoisted Izaya up onto him, wanting his lover as close as possible. Then, finally, he was entirely inside Izaya.

"Izaya," he mumbled through bliss and tightness and forgiveness and love and everything else that could be packed into those syllables. Izaya - his, and his alone.

I hope Izaya's riding him or else this post will be awkward :|

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Izaya's mind was mostly a mashed pile of meat at this rate. All he could really coherently think about was how good Shizuo was making him feel. There was no endless list of philosophical wonderment, no doubts seeking the crevices of his mind, no worries or concerns with how much Shizuo really wanted this. He could feel how much Shizuo really wanted this and it absolutely drove him half mad.

He'd finger himself enough to be used to the feeling of it. It still didn't make it feel any less the experience having two fingers.

But two fingers were virtually nothing compared to Shizuo's cock. Izaya's breath was gone the moment that Shizuo slid into his body and for a millisecond, he was frozen out of sheer initial pain. The shock to his system of actually being penetrated- but he was quick to relax, his breath coming out in light puffs as he forced himself to adjust. He only clenched harder around Shizuo and his body only moved when Shizuo yielded it too. It was one steady flow after another and Izaya had his arms around Shizuo, his eyes pinched shut as he tried to take control of himself.

His own eyes popped when Shizuo was up to the brim and he could barely talk.

"Shi-zu-chaaan," he said, no, groaned as he rose himself up only to drop himself back down. It made him tremble, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding himself up. He hugged himself against Shizuo and pressed his face into his neck.

Then his body began to move on its own accord. He wanted this, wanted everything that Shizuo had given to him. Shizuo had made him feel good, had really tried, and now it was Izaya's turn. His body bounced and rotated around on top of Shizuo, pulling up before shaking back down. It was more difficult than he had suspected to ride on Shizuo, his movements surprisingly clumsy for someone so typically graceful but it honestly felt awesome enough that Izaya didn't have the time to feel embarrassed.

He just worked his hips until finally he found an even, steady pace that was relatively easy to keep in.

And more importantly- felt fucking incredible.

Little grunts and groans eased out of him as he fucked himself onto Shizuo's cock, his body warm and already moist from their love making. Izaya knew he wasn't about to last. No way in hell- not with how directly Shizuo kept pumping into him. It would be impossible.

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With Izaya all around him, moving, guiding himself up and back down, it took a lot of effort for Shizuo to remain firm and physically upright. He could feel his cock throb against Izaya's walls, could feel them clench and hold, then release. And when Izaya began to bounce - move around - Shizuo thought nothing of the grace with which he was moving. He just saw and felt pleasure. And having Izaya right there before him - Shizuo couldn't keep his hands off of him. They roamed and tightened in grip, even scratched with the pleasure he felt.

Everything was Izaya. If that hadn't made sense before, it certainly did now.

Shizuo himself was growing close. He wrapped his arms around Izaya and used his lower body to pump into him, deeper and deeper, until there was no such thing as more depth, and he moved and pumped, and even lifted Izaya up a little so he could slam himself right back in. It was absolute bliss - nothing more, nothing less.

Shizuo didn't know much about trying to time his orgasms to occur at the same time at Izaya's, but he could hear those groans and grunts and hoped that meant he was close, because Shizuo himself could barely keep himself contained....

And then, with his arms around Izaya, and cock inside Izaya, and Izaya just completely surrounded by him, Shizuo came. He moaned Izaya's name as he did so, muscles twitching from the strain, his grip around Izaya's body never faltering.