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Who: Shizuo and Izaya
Where: Plaza area
When: Saturday morning
Style: Prose!
Status: Closed / smut warning

Shizuo had been feeling pretty good as he had walked throughout Vatheon earlier that morning. Training with Serph was going very well and his meeting with Vegeta had left Shizuo feeling extra motivated about his control - making it happen, rather than being, as Vegeta had bluntly put it, lazy. It was working. He felt optimistic, and since it had been a couple of weeks since Shizuo lost his temper, he felt as though he was actually making decent progress.

But progress wasn't as linear of a path as Shizuo wanted to it be. Sometimes there was regression - a couple of steps backward, a reminder of the way things were before he left Ikebukuro. This was one of those unfortunate situations. In retrospect, Shizuo would wonder how he managed to get so worked up when he had sparred with Serph the day before and therefore should not have had so much restless energy ready to be released - but in the moment, it didn't even occur to him.

Shizuo was pissed. Mindlessly enraged in a way that hailed back to his earlier days of fighting with Izaya. He tore a lamppost out of the ground and was fully prepared to swing it like a bat at the local who had managed to tip him so far over into the deep end.

Vegeta had said that sometimes releasing all that strength and energy just felt good, but Shizuo's mind wasn't even on that. It wasn't on anything. His body was seemingly acting on its own volition. Everything else was drowned out.

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Shizuo truly did seem to have improved in mood considerably the last few times that they had interacted. Oddly enough, the informant was all too pleased at how excited he felt for Shizuo. Seeing him grow and evolve made Izaya all the more attracted to the man. It showed his evolutionary skills and the potential to truly change and grow. An impressive feat that not many people were ever capable of obtaining in their lives. Yet Shizuo was. So of course, when he heard the wrenching metal of a lamppost being torn from the ground, he turned his head in honest shock to see who it was. He hadn't, for once, thought it would be Shizuo.

So without even thinking, Izaya made a move.

He had been walking near by, coincidentally, unaware of his boyfriend's presence. He hooked through an ally to get there quicker and popped out in front of Shizuo, his eyes wide in surprise at Shizuo's old-time immense rage.

"Shizu-chan," he said in a quiet, open-ended voice that sounded like a question more than a statement of name. He really didn't think of what he did next. His body moved all on its own accord without thought or mind to consequences of the danger that he was putting himself in by doing what he was about to do. Effortlessly, he moved in to Shizuo's personal space and stood up onto his toes so that they were actually eye-to-eye and cupped his hands around Shizuo's neck, his thumbs pressed down over Shizuo's jawline as he brought his face close.

"Shizu-chan," he hummed, almost in what one could consider to be a motherly tone, and tilted his head close until their noses were touching. His hands were firm but not rough by any means and he brought his body in close.

"Don't be like this, Shizu-chan," he coddled further, surprising even himself with how ...unusually gentle he was being with Shizuo. However, he knew Shizuo better than anyone else did when Shizuo was in this kind of mood. And if there was anything he knew, shouting and yelling and taunting were not ways to make Shizuo settle down. So, Izaya tried a new course of action.

"You're not an animal," Izaya insisted firmly, pressing his forehead in against Shizuo's. "You're beyond that level of mental inferiority. You are just as complex as me and you are just as stable and in control of yourself as I am. Focus."

There was an instant, pre-programmed gut reaction upon seeing Izaya, and it was anger. Shizuo hadn't faced Izaya in such an enraged moment in what felt like ages, and it was almost as though his body remembered their fights more than his mind did. Shizuo's grip tightened instinctively around the post as Izaya stepped in front of him. He did not relax. If anything, he grew more tense. The object of his initial irritation was forgotten, however, and Shizuo only had eyes for Izaya. He stared and grimaced, narrowing his eyes as Izaya moved in close, touching his face.

He might have swung. It was all-too-easy once he was already in such an enraged mode of being. He might have shoved Izaya. Or hit him. Or similarly lost himself to what he felt, thereby making cause for regret.

But he didn't.

That tone - gentle, careful, loving. The way Izaya was talking to him. It managed to get through Shizuo's mental barrier. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders easing, his mind being soothed.

He still help the post up, as though ready to swing, but he didn't move it. Instead, he murmured, "Izaya," and just stared.

Izaya believed in him. That was something Shizuo had needed to keep in mind. More than the belief that Vegeta had in him, more than the trust that Serph had that Shizuo wouldn't truly hurt him, and more, even, than the lack of fear that Zelda showed him, even knowing what he was - all of those things were important, but this was so much more. This was the man who spent years trying to make Shizuo feel like a monster - an animal, a brute, something to be mocked and provoked - this was Izaya. Believing in him. Helping him.

Waking him up, just as he had during the fairy tale curse.

Shizuo focused. His grip slackened.

Izaya knew that he had managed to crack in through his wall a little bit. He knew that Shizuo could have very well attacked him and no, Izaya wouldn't have thrown that in his face like some petty five year old. He would have understood why. He was just glad that Shizuo hadn't and that he had been able to get this close to the man in question. He nodded excitedly when Shizuo said his name and his mouth curved into a bit more of his usual lighthearted smile.

"That's right," he said, his tone still cautious but easy. He wasn't afraid of Shizuo and that much was obvious but he was cautious in which the way he handled the situation.

"You're fine," he encouraged and slid his hands down Shizuo's neck and instead onto his shoulders, where he could feel that immense tension of Shizuo's rage. Yet it had relaxed. That gave him even more hope. Izaya maneuvered his head just an inch and positioned his mouth so that their lips met in a full kiss. It was warm and eluded Izaya of the problem at hand. It was quite the kiss, no less invigorating or encouraging than the kiss he had first given Shizuo due to that fairy tale kiss. He was waking him up again- just this time the situation was a lot less drastic.

Izaya might not have yet shown his belief in Shizuo properly. He might have seemed to come off as a little careless about how well Shizuo was doing in controlling his strength but it was the opposite. He did care. He cared a lot how Shizuo was doing and that kiss was enough to suffice as evidence.

He dropped back down, breaking that kiss and he brought a hand to Shizuo's face.

"As hot as you are when you're mad, I kind of like the calm Shizuo much better," he said, his warm tone having dropped in favor of his more usual tone that he had taken up on using around Shizuo. It was light and taunting but not seriously or condescending as it had once been.

Fine. He was fine. Shizuo repeated that to himself over and over again, and then Izaya was close and kissing him. That jogged Shizuo's brain into remember promises and daggers and that blood-laced kiss that Izaya had given him the night of the ball. It made him remember what he had been working toward, what kept him stable, and what had happened that night to change everything. Izaya was on his side, now. Izaya was urging him back into his normal frame of mind.

In short, it worked. Shizuo woke up. The kiss pushed him back into himself. Reminded him that Izaya loved him - that he loved Izaya. That swinging a lamppost at anyone was too much, and that he could reel himself in, now. He had been working toward it for weeks, and he would do it.

As Izaya pulled back and touched his face again, Shizuo lowered the lamppost, arms relaxing. It made contact with the ground, and then Shizuo let it drop. Then he leaned forward and kissed Izaya again. A further reminder to himself - and in a way, a small confirmation of the fact that he had managed to come back into himself. That everything was okay, Izaya was right there, and the moment was over.

Shizuo ended the kiss, but let his forehead meet Izaya's again. "I like the calm Shizuo better too," he said. He felt better. Lighter. In control. More than anything, though, he felt absolute adoration for Izaya - the one person who had always been able to truly see Shizuo for what he was.

Izaya didn't even flinch at the sound of the lamppost being eventually dropped the rest of the way onto the pavement. He was much too caught up in the fact that Shizuo had come back. He was getting a lot better. Izaya felt impressed but also a tiny bit proud of Shizuo. He was showing considerable growth. Granted, he didn't have Izaya harassing him constantly anymore but this was still something worth noticing. Izaya kissed back, a smile already taking over the kiss because this relationship was solidified and of course he was happy.

He had just made Heiwajima Shizuo calm down. And he had never been able to so much as walk in front of the man without sending him into a blinded fit of rage before.

"See," Izaya said, his hand smoothing back Shizuo's hair from his forehead. Oh. He looked good without bangs. He let the thought go and his eyes rolled down to Shizuo's and he grinned. "You're in a lot more control than you think you are. That monster inside is starting to shrink down a little bit. Soon enough you're going to be so human that it's going to make me sick," Izaya said and in his own unusual way, it was really quite the compliment. He spread his arms up and above his own head before he dropped them down around Shizuo's shoulders.

"Ahhhn! Shizu-chan makes me feel so hot when he shows control~!" he said, practically shouted, but that was only due to the fact that they had naturally drawn the attention of a few Vatheon citizens. That statement was enough to at least get them looking away out of sheer modesty.

"I have an idea," Izaya said in a more regular leveled voice. "We should celebrate. We can get some cake at that bakery you like. It'll be fun," he said and slid his arms off from Shizuo and reached for one of his hands instead. He could have asked what had upset Shizuo but that was just dumb. He knew that it was nothing significant. It could have been some guy having given him the wrong look. Shit. It probably was. Maybe someone had made a comment. It didn't matter. Shizuo was okay now.

He lead him from the scene of the crime and down through an ally way. Something that amused Izaya enough to laugh. Shit, they used to chase each other down these things and now look at where they were. Hand-in-hand and Izaya felt ridiculously human. Yet it didn't make him feel as weak as he had thought it would- being in love. It made him feel more empowered than ever. No one could touch him.

He did it. This really was progress. He had been enraged to the point of no return, and yet had returned. Everything was paying off, and now he had something to show for it. And Izaya to thank for it - Izaya had brought him back.

"I guess I am," he replied. He smiled back at Izaya - a small, but genuine smile. And Izaya was part of that - a source of control. Shizuo would hold onto that. His smile widened, just a little, when Izaya mentioned that he had the capability of being almost too human. He knew it was a compliment, and took it as such.

"Izaya," he chided softly after that outburst. Even if Izaya was trying to chase the onlookers off, that - was not exactly the way Shizuo would have chosen to do it. It made him feel a little flustered. Then again, he'd prefer not to be stared at like some animal, and it was better for Izaya to take care of that than for Shizuo to get worked up again.

"Okay," Shizuo replied. "That sounds good." Really good. He hadn't been to the bakery in a little while. He laced his fingers with Izaya's, and gave his hand a small, careful squeeze. He, too, felt empowered, and happy. Genuinely happy. Even with all the curses, Vatheon wasn't so bad - not if it had allowed for this to happen. For them to happen.

He was quiet as they walked down the alley, but after a few moments, Shizuo said, "I think that I started believing I could do this because of you." Not entirely - he was working hard to train - but when Shizuo thought about it, the transition from enemy to something else had been his starting point. That night when he caught Izaya - and found that he couldn't take advantage of the situation - didn't want to, to such a degree that even his anger couldn't carry him further. That had shown Shizuo that he had the ability, even if it was convoluted. "I don't think it'd be as easy if you didn't think I could do it."

Maybe Izaya hadn't been incredibly open about his faith in Shizuo, but Shizuo remembered every time Izaya had tried to be encouraging. He thought back to Izaya's long text about meditation and streams. No, it definitely wouldn't have been easy if Izaya had maintained that Shizuo was an animal incapable of control.

"Wow, getting sentimental on me, huh?" Izaya said though he was flattered regardless. He had his doubts about that, but if Shizuo said that's how it was, then that's how it was. Izaya had come to the terms of their relationship where he needed to stop being such a complete skeptic and instead believe Shizuo when he said something. It actually made everything a whole lot easier. Besides, at this point, Shizuo had done more than enough to prove himself to Izaya.

"You know, I always was pretty interested in helping you get control. You probably won't believe me but I didn't just always try and rile you up just for the fun of it. Okay, most of the time it was for the fun of it, but I also knew that you had a lot more control than you ever chose to believe yourself. You'd always think you lost all your control when it came to me but really...I knew you didn't. You had a rational sensibility about you whenever it came to me. You didn't just always grab something and whip it at me thoughtlessly like some sort of wild animal. I mean sometimes, sure, but..Aw, I'm rambling, aren't I?" he mused and shut his mouth promptly after that.

In short, he had always figured Shizuo could. He was happy for the man, honestly, and sure he was still a little anxious over what might happen if Shizuo did gain control but not nearly as much as he had once been. He swung their hands idly and held himself close to Shizuo's body. He liked to touch the man. He liked to be near him. That and his heart was still up in his throat a little bit after this particular meeting. It had been a while since he'd seen Shizuo that pissed.

They eventually arrived at the bakery and Izaya swung the door open for Shizuo and dragged him right on inside.

"I wish I could say get anything you want, it's my treat, but hn. I guess the sentiment is still there," Izaya said. He had never adjusted completely well to the no-money thing. After all, money was power for a lot of people and while Izaya had never had any personal use for it, he had had enough of it to bend people to his will since so many people were desperate for cash. He missed that but it also forced him to be a little more creative.

He let go of Shizuo's hand to wander over to one of the tables and took a seat. Well hell, he didn't like cake that much so he'd let Shizuo go all out if he wanted. Regardless, he slouched forward over the table and put his head into his hand to watch Shizuo intently. It was hardly the first time he'd watched after the man but it was still one of the first times that he watched him without any lingering anxieties over being caught.

And he really did love that man. Shamelessly and relentlessly. It was something not many people had the mental capacity to understand but that's what made it so God damn perfect. It almost made Izaya want to pick up on poetry again but those had always been pretty embarrassing. Despite the man's indifferent and rather cynical, philosophical view on life, his poems had always been sweet and love-oriented or appreciative of nature. How embarrassing.

He was being sentimental. Izaya just brought out that side of him - like with the stars. Shizuo had come to enjoy being up on the island (when it wasn't raining), looking at them - and really, thinking about Izaya. His boyfriend just made him feel thankful - happy.

"Why wouldn't I believe that?" Shizuo asked, genuinely feeling that it was something he could accept as fact. Maybe if Izaya had told him months or even weeks ago it would have been different, but like Izaya, he was learning not to be skeptical about what his boyfriend told him. Izaya had been nothing but honest to him - even about the whole Sola situation. Shizuo had no reason to think he was lying. Besides, they had established long ago that things between them back when they were enemies had not been clear-cut hatred. "You weren't very nice, then - I guess I wasn't either - but I like hearing that you thought that way."

Shizuo himself wasn't anxious about the consequences of getting control. In the beginning, he had been a little concerned that it were possible for him to become too human for Izaya - but hearing and experiencing just how much Izaya believed in him made Shizuo feel comfortable with it. Izaya didn't seem to want a monster; he wanted Shizuo.

"It is," Shizuo said, and went to the counter to order. Like Izaya, he too hadn't really grown accustomed to not needing money. It's why he still lived pretty simply, though he was trying to take a little bit more advantage, now. He picked up a couple of movies for himself, and had changed up his wardrobe to include casual attire - little steps toward embracing Vatheon's free lifestyle. He didn't want to get too used to it, though - because surely eventually he'd wind up back in Ikebukuro, having to work for his money again.

Shizuo knew Izaya wasn't as crazy as he was over sweets, but he ordered something for him anyway - a piece of cake that didn't look too sweet. Even if Izaya didn't like it, it was worth a try. He ordered his as well, along with some milk, and then carried everything over to the table, setting them down. "I thought that one looked okay," he said, indicating Izaya's. "You might like it." Shizuo took his seat across from Izaya and gave him an unabashed smile before addressing his cake. He really was happy that they could do things like this - that Izaya was his.

Well Izaya had still loved Shizuo back then. In his own way of loving the man. He realized that it was perfectly deformed. A mutated type of love that people didn't quite understand. Izaya's capacity to love was rare and ambiguous and Shizuo was the only fit for the role. Lust was not the same but at the same time, Izaya really could only imagine giving his body over to Shizuo. He was the only person who, in Izaya's mind, even deserved it. And Izaya definitely thought high enough of himself to believe that. He didn't think it made him any more of a bad person than the next. It was called self-respect.

"Ah? Shizu-chan, you didn't need to..." he trailed off because the idea was still nice. He perked up at the sight of the cake and it really didn't look so bad. Izaya pulled the plate over and poked at it with a fork. Like he was actually expecting the cake to dishevel or explode right into his face. He took a forkful and slid it into his mouth. It was sweet but not too bad, actually, and Izaya chewed through it.

"I guess it's not the worst thing I've had," he admitted before he took another bite. He continued to nibble at his cake, all the while watching Shizuo as intent as ever before. He was still a bit amazed that he had just cooled Shizuo off so easily. And now here they were, eating cake, like nothing had just happened. Izaya reached his hand out towards Shizuo, fork wiped clean of cake when- oops.

He accidentally (...) bumped his hand directly into the milk bottle. And that milk bottle tipped right on over. The white liquid instantly splashed out, slid over the table and dripped down all over Shizuo's lap essentially. Unless of course Shizuo managed to get out of the way in time but. Izaya's eyes widened in surprise and his mouth opened in ...such. Great. Surprise.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed jubilantly, "I'm so sorry, Shizu-chan. I didn't mean to spill milk on you," he said, though his voice was trembling, his mouth twitching a little. Then, there it was, a cracked smirk and suddenly Izaya was slouched over the table, laughing into it as his hand dropped the fork altogether and he put his fingers into the milk lightly, flicking his digits to spray the milk a little bit more onto Shizuo.

This was obviously a total mistake because Izaya would never have made Shizuo dirty his clothes on purpose because what an awful thing to do to your--

Okay, no, he was giggling a bit too hard over this to be totally innocent in this situation. Maybe he was testing waters a little bit. Or maybe he just wanted to get Shizuo a little wet. It was probably a little bit of both but Izaya seemed to be having a good time with it. He stood up from the table and walked around to the other side, kneeling in front of Shizuo.

"I'm sorry," he said, still chuckling as he pulled the hem of his own shirt up and lifted his own body a bit higher so that he could start to dab at the spilled milk with the edge of his own shirt, his mouth still in an amused smile, his eyes bright.

"That was just so clumsy of me," he said, pressing his shirt into Shizuo's leg a bit more, going up a bit higher.

Shizuo was glad that Izaya didn't seem to mind the cake he had chosen for him. He dug into his own piece with his fork, enjoying the very sweet taste. As he ate, he glanced up at Izaya to make sure he seemed to be more or less enjoying himself, even if cake wasn't his dessert of choice. The he looked back down, and it was then that Izaya knocked into the milk, toppling it and getting it in Shizuo's lap. Instinctively, Shizuo backed his seat up a couple of inches, and tried to use napkins to keep the liquid from continuing to stream off of the table.

"Izaya -" Shizuo began as Izaya started laughing and flicking more milk at him. He didn't understand what exactly was going on, here, and that irritated Shizuo a little bit. Maybe not on the level of anger he had been suffering through earlier, but it was still there. Why was this funny? Had he done it on purpose? Why? Shizuo was confused and being confused made him feel stupid.

"I don't think you're sorry," he stated as Izaya knelt beside him. He didn't sound sorry. He looked too happy with himself. The point of what had happened was still lost on Shizuo. He tensed as Izaya began to pat at his leg with his shirt. As Izaya moved upward, Shizuo pushed his hand back.

"Forget it, I'll go to the bathroom and clean it up." Then he stood without really waiting for an answer, and headed at way, still feeling frustrated.

Izaya was still laughing by the time Shizuo stood up to go to the bathroom. He stared after the blond, the laughter eventually fading into a subtle smile. He knew that it had gone over Shizuo's head. But at least Shizuo hadn't thrown a table at him. He pushed himself up onto his feet and walked after his boyfriend, a minor skip in his step. He swung open the bathroom door and came up to Shizuo from behind.

"I'm sorry," he said and this time he sounded to mean it a little more. He stepped up beside Shizuo and slid up to sit onto the counter in front of him.

"You're really bad at having fun, aren't you?" he asked but his tone wasn't condescending. Instead, it was a little more on the gentle side. He scooted across the counter and glanced down at the milk.

"No need to get mad over spilled milk, huh? Anyway, I just wanted the excuse to get you a little wet," he said and perhaps it was a bit crude but that was sort of the point. "Are you pissed at me?" he asked, smiling slightly after as he leaned over towards Shizuo and reached out to grab the back of his head, pulling it close to his own.

"You can get me back if you want," he offered, looking down at the faucet of the sink before he looked back up at Shizuo. "You seem like you've never really gotten down and dirty to have a little bit of a good time. This isn't so bad." He reached his finger out and drew it through some of the wet spot and brought it towards his mouth but didn't lick it. He hated the taste of milk.

Shizuo was using some wet paper towels to try and clean up the milk. When Izaya entered the bathroom, he threw a glare in his direction, then looked back down to his pants. "How is this supposed to be fun?" he asked through clenched teeth. Funny how they had just established Izaya was a good source of control for him, and now Izaya was pushing all the buttons necessary for getting him riled up again.

When Izaya grabbed his head, Shizuo glared down at him and replied, "Yeah, I'm a little pissed at you. I don't get what you were trying to do with this." The amusement was still lost on him, entirely. How was messing up his clothes with milk fun? While milk may have been Shizuo favorite beverage of choice, even he didn't like having it it all over his clothes.

"I'm not getting you back," he stated, pulling back from Izaya and wiping at the spot on his pants again. He wasn't going to try and get Izaya soaked. Besides - water was different than milk. Water dried without leaving a linger odor.

Izaya sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

"Jeez, Shizu-chan, you must've had a shitty childhood or something," he muttered, sliding off the counter. Granted, this really wasn't the first time he had thrown milk on Shizuo. He used to do it in high school quite a lot. Hell, nearly every lunch period he'd grab Shizuo's milk from him and pour it over his head. It had been the most immature method of flirting. Just like back then, Shizuo still didn't get it. Which was just hilarious but he knew that he had already messed up a little.

"You're really hard to flirt with," he exclaimed finally. "I mean. Suggestive words and everything and nothing. We haven't had sex in a while," he pointed out, "Not even when we could read each other's minds. Stop." He finally grabbed the towels from Shizuo's hands and squatted back down in front of him.

"You don't wipe. You press. It soaks it up," he grumbled, pushing the towel into Shizuo's pant leg to soak the milk up instead of spread it around. He stood back up, holding the cloth there before he pressed it against another spot. He rolled his eyes again and pulled his hand back.

"I think they'll be fine." But hey, even if they weren't, it was quite literally a free city.

"This is flirting," Shizuo stated, not without some disbelief. How was dousing another person with milk flirting? He certainly hadn't considered it flirting back in high school. If anything, he thought that Izaya just wanted to piss him off back then, kind of like he was doing now. The only difference being that this time, Shizuo wasn't going to launch something in Izaya direction.

He really didn't try to be bad at flirting. Shizuo was just...kind of inexperienced and sheltered when it came to that kind of thing. As he and Izaya had established, Izaya was the only person he had ever slept with. Hell, Shizuo hadn't even kissed anyone before the fairy tale curse. Maybe he was just a little up tight.

"If you want to have sex, why can't you just say that?" Shizuo asked, deliberately not looking at Izaya. He had never been the kind of guy that liked talking in circles about things. He wanted to be up front, and clear in his intentions, and he expected other people to be do. It was why he managed to get so worked up sometimes - most people just weren't that candid.

Of course he wanted to sleep with Izaya again. That was a given. Shizuo lusted after him more than he let on. He was just still caught up in how new it still felt. Sure, it had been a few weeks since they first had sex, but that didn't change how intimate it was - how it made Shizuo a little self-conscious and unsure. He just didn't want to treat Izaya without the respect he deserved - was that so bad?

He didn't even really care about his pants.

"Okay," he answered as Izaya finished up. "Thanks." He didn't feel entirely thankful, but at least Izaya had made an effort to help.

Edited 2012-03-26 02:07 (UTC)

He stared at Shizuo, his eyes wide before his expression turned into one of being completely unimpressed. He knew that Shizuo was a slow on the whole flirting thing and sexy thing but a part of Izaya had hoped that maybe some natural instinct would kick in. Not that Izaya really wanted or demanded sex all of the time but it was a tad bit ridiculous to think about how glaringly blind Shizuo was. A part of Izaya thought that he was going to have to be the one to always insinuate sex. What a drag.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked and for a third time, rolled his eyes. "God, Shizu-chan." He could be immensely daft.

"A part of the charm of having a sexual relationship is the spontaneity behind it. It's kind of lame if you just bluntly ask for sex out of the blue. Granted it depends on how you go about that but for the most part...That's kind of why it's fun to have something of a build up. You need to relax, okay?" he said and set the paper towels aside to instead place his hands onto Shizuo's broad shoulders.

"I wasn't trying to piss you off. Ahhh. I'm sorry for ruining our- pleasant~ moment." This was strike two for Izaya on the whole seduction scale. Really. First the mind-reading event and now this. He was really starting to wonder how he could ever seduce Shizuo. Naturally. He huffed lowly and patted his hand against Shizuo's chest.

"Come on, let's go finish our cake. If you're not mad at me enough to still eat with me?" he offered, giving up on the sex for now. He slid out from in front of Shizuo and wandered towards the door. Well, there went that attempt. That was fine. Perhaps he was too dirty for Shizuo. Even if he was just as virginal as his boyfriend, his desires were a bit more explicit.

Maybe he was being stupid, but Shizuo still didn't get how pouring milk on him was even remotely erotic. Izaya did have a point though, in saying he needed to relax. He was probably too wound up about the whole topic of sex, but as usual, they had done things backwards. Usually a relationship was a linear progression of getting to know each other, entering the physical realm, and then having sex. But he and Izaya had consummated their relationship with sex after a particularly emotional discussion, thereby sort of skipping the build-up that was supposed to lead to that point. It was hard for Shizuo to make up the difference of what they had skipped.

"I know you weren't trying to," Shizuo replied, shoulders sagging a little. He knew that now, and even before he hadn't assumed the worst, he had just failed to understand. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Now he felt a little badly - he did have a tendency to completely fail to pick up on Izaya's less-than-subtle hints toward wanting to have sex.

But what could he do to remedy that?

"I'm not mad." He wasn't even irritated, anymore. Just confused, and wondering if this was the second among what was going to turn into many failed attempts about being able to play into Izaya's plans for sex - being able to please Izaya.

He caught up with Izaya and grabbed his arm before he could open the door, then pulled him back. Once he had Izaya facing him, Shizuo leaned forward and kissed him. Spontaneity, right? Shizuo made sure it was a passionate kiss, parting his lips and easing his tongue in against Izaya's. Maybe he did a terrible job of picking up on hints, but he could communite his desire this way - show Izaya that he did want him, even if he was just dumb on the subject as a whole.

It wasn't exactly that pouring the milk onto Shizuo was erotic, it was something beyond that. An approach to a sexual invite by bluntly getting onto his knees to clean the mess off of Shizuo, when he could have very easily just offered him napkins instead. It didn't matter now though. At least Shizuo seemed to have cooled off again. Izaya was about to tell Shizuo how happy he was that he wasn't mad because he really shouldn't be but-

Oh Shizuo. You are a quick learner and Izaya will hand you that much. Izaya wasn't about to pout over it like he had the first time to guilt trip Shizuo a bit but this was absolutely fine. His eyes widened up in honest surprise but he was quick to respond appropriately. His body wilted against Shizuo's, submitting to the sudden and intrusive kiss. He accepted his tongue wholeheartedly and began to work his own back against Shizuo's. He had wanted Shizuo rather badly lately so it didn't take too much to spark an interest.

His arms wound around his neck and he pulled himself close and warm, until their entire bodies were aligned. He had missed touching Shizuo so entirely. Maybe Shizuo was an oblivious idiot when it came to sex but it was really okay when he made up for it like this.

He pressed his mouth open a little wider and sucked Shizuo's tongue into his mouth, curling his around it. He felt immaturely flushed over the whole thing. But seriously, they were still just both barely non-virgins so it wasn't that much of a surprise that Shizuo's touch was still a shock to his system like this.

He wondered if this meant what he hoped it meant and broke the kiss to confirm his suspicions.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" he asked, though his eyes flicked over Shizuo's shoulder and to one of the bathroom stalls.

It was difficult for Shizuo not respond so wholly when Izaya's was close against him like that, their bodies touching. Feeling Izaya's tongue move and curl against his made a heat fill his body, and he, too, felt as though his system had been shocked into awareness. Was he supposed to feel embarrassed over feeling such an intense want so easily? Shizuo wasn't sure. He tried not to think about it. Izaya had made it clear that he wanted this, after all, and was behaving in turn. So he'd give in and move his hand to Izaya's hair, curling his fingers in it as he moved his lips against Izaya's.

"Yeah, we can," Shizuo replied a little breathless, but he caught Izaya looking off toward the bathroom behind him. Here - was he thinking about doing this in...public? Well, not that anyone else was in the bathroom with them, but...Shizuo glanced behind him, then back at Izaya.

"Do you want to here?" he asked, tone a little incredulous, but he wasn't necessarily opposed. Just surprised. Maybe a little shy. He wasn't necessarily the adventurous type when it came to sex - but that wasn't out of a lack of desire. It was more from a general lack of experience.

While Izaya lacked just as much experience, he had some faith in his abilities. He was sly with words so why shouldn't he be sly with his body? A persuasive young man in all aspects of the social trade. Yet he still felt a little embarrassed to make such an outstandingly provocative suggestion. To have sex in a public bathroom? He hadn't really thought about it and it was really a very filthy idea.

And yet.

"Unless you live nearby," Izaya said and okay, it did sound like a little bit of fun to do it in the bathroom. Though totally crude. Izaya tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. While he felt riled up, he certainly wasn't totally engrossed in the moment to the point of high demand of sex right now but at the same time...

Why the hell not? He grabbed Shizuo by his arm and pulled him over to the handicap stall, slamming the door shut behind them. He slid the bolt across and glanced around. It was, thankfully, an immaculate bathroom and seemed pretty hygienic. He smiled at Shizuo then and placed his hand against his chest.

"Let me make up spilling milk on you," he said, pushing Shizuo over to the toilet where he all but forced him to sit down. It didn't take a second before he was mounted up onto Shizuo's lap, a leg on either side of him. He slid his finger under his chin and lifted the blond's head so that he could look down at him.

He leaned down in and cupped his hands around Shizuo's face to kiss him. It was as passionate as the kiss shared out in the bathroom but a little bit more slow. A tease more than an upright in-your-face seduction technique. But it was still erotic as the other and it still made Izaya's stomach twist.

Shizuo shrugged. He didn't live far, but they'd still need to walk there, and even if they weren't so overcome by lust that they couldn't wait, Shizuo was trying to be spontaneous, like Izaya had said. Sex in a public bathroom did seem pretty perverse, though. He wasn't really sure which decision would be best in this situation, so he was glad that Izaya decided to go ahead and decide for them both. He allowed himself to be guided into the bathroom stall.

Shizuo was wondering about whether or not someone would walk in and hear them, when Izaya gave him that push and had him sit down. "We should probably be quick," Shizuo suggested, but as soon as Izaya was in his lap, those thoughts faded to the periphery. Maybe they didn't need to be that quick. As long as they weren't loud...

Shizuo returned that kiss, hands on Izaya's hips and then moving down to grab his ass. The slow quality of the kiss made him want even more, and he made a soft noise of encouragement as his tongue eased itself around Izaya's. Shizuo wasn't exactly sure how to have sex in a public restroom work out properly, but that didn't really seem to matter. He grabbed at Izaya's shirt as they kissed, slipping his hands under it to feel his skin.

Izaya might not have had a whole lot of experience sexually but he was pretty sure that having sex in a bathroom stall being dirty and perverted was apart of the point. Getting sultry with your partner was fun and exciting. Now, he was much more apt to taking Shizuo back home and making love on his bed but this had its pros as well. Simply put, it made Shizuo look incredibly more appealing in such a crude way that made Izaya remember the days he thought Shizuo looked good after a hard fight between the two of them.

"Sure," he said, practically laughing because honestly. They didn't need to be that quick and both he and Shizuo knew it. He shifted his hips against Shizuo, sliding his ass down against Shizuo's lap just before his ass was grabbed, then he stilled. He kissed Shizuo back, savoring his taste as he began to work his body against Shizuo's yet again once his ass was free. It was a half-assed lap dance but it gracefully managed to mock movements of sex well enough to spike some burrowing interest in Izaya.

"Ahh. I have an idea," he said, suddenly breaking from the kiss. He slid his thumb under his own lip, his eyes flicked downward between their bodies. With one effortless movement, Izaya was down in front of Shizuo on his knees. He was nestled between his legs and unbuckling the front of his pants and pulling the zipper down.

"I've never given a blowjob," he explained, pressing his palm inside against Shizuo's dick to gauge just how hard his boyfriend was, and began to gently work his hand against him. "But there's a first for everything, ne?"

Oh. He had a seriously good idea brooding here. His mouth twitched up into a smirk and he looked up at Shizuo. This could be a lot of fun. He pulled Shizuo out, hooking his hand around his base completely before he began to stroke him attentively.

Maybe this was a little exciting, Shizuo allowed himself to think as Izaya shifted against his lap. If nothing else, Shizuo enjoyed the way Izaya felt against him, the way Izaya moved - and he supposed he could admit that doing it in relative public was kind of exciting. There was something to be said for the thrill of the possibility of being caught or overheard. And while Shizuo wouldn't necessarily want that to happen, it was a kind of exciting thought in theory.

This time, when Izaya kneeled before him, Shizuo definitely felt more interested than he had with the milk incident. He could already feel his cock twitching as Izaya unzipped his pants. Why had they waited so long to do this again? Izaya was right - of course - and Shizuo really wanted him now.

Those words were enough to send an anticipatory chill up Shizuo's spine, which was exasperated by the fact that Izaya was already working at him with his hand. "Ah - Izaya, that'd be...really good." Shizuo wasn't great at dirty talk, which stemmed from a desire to respect Izaya in addition to lack of experience, but he wanted him to know that the thought of a blow job was really exciting, and he was getting even harder just at the thought of Izaya's lips coming down over his cock alone. He leaned back and pushed his hips outward just slightly - a silent encouragement.

If Izaya had known that Shizuo was partially reluctant to do some of these things out of respect, then maybe he would've approached sex a bit differently. Hell, he'd be almost too flattered. That really isn't the case though and Izaya's perfectly fine with being on his knees in a public bathroom stall. Despite the pornographic cliche, it's much more than he had thought it would be. His usual company before Vatheon was yakuza members and they sure had plenty of vulgar stories to share. Granted, they were all about women and barely held Izaya's attention but he'd heard of this kind of shit.

The only difference was that Shizuo and himself actually cared about one another.

He wasn't worrying about that. He was worrying instead about how long it would take for his jaw to clench up around Shizuo. He had an impressive length and girth and Izaya had to take a breath. Like with anything else he did, he went in with confidence. He bowed his head low, closed his eyes and sucked the head directly into his mouth, instantly bringing attention to the slit with his tongue. Izaya didn't need Shizuo to dirty talk him. Izaya could spit that out for the both of them but talking wasn't really important anymore.

He worked his tongue persistently until finally he began to sink lower and lower around Shizuo, his mouth stretched out around his cock and he focused hard on suckling, licking, and keeping his teeth from skimming down on the sensitive, hot flesh. He wedged Shizuo partially down his throat, but his gag reflex wouldn't let much more past. He started to swallow and bob his head, his nose wrinkled faintly but he seemed to be all too content to keep on up with this.

Shizuo didn't know what was more stimulating - the sensation of Izaya's mouth around his cock, or the sight of Izaya closing his eyes and sucking. He forced himself to keep his eyes open despite the desire to just lay back and relax into the feeling, because he wanted to watch. No one had ever sucked him off before - of course - but even so, he didn't think Izaya felt like an amateur. The way he moved his tongue against the head of his cock - it felt too amazing.

He moaned, a little louder than he would have liked for being in public, but it was difficult to stay mindful of that when Izaya was licking and sucking in a way that made him seem into it as well. The desire to move his hips with the motion was there, but Shizuo did his best to refrain - he wasn't looking to use Izaya like a body - he wanted Izaya as Izaya.

His hand moved to Izaya's head, but not to force - he was very careful not to push down or physically demand more. He just wanted to touch him, in some way, as they were doing this, and so he settled for loosely running his hand over his head.

"F-fuck, Izaya -" he moaned again. Though as amazing as this session was, it made him want to hold out and then take Izaya properly, rather than giving in this way. That was the drawback of being in a public bathroom - he didn't have any lube on hand, and he'd never consider doing it in a way that would hurt Izaya.

Not that he was complaining - this felt amazing, and he'd be able to come, easily, if Izaya continued just as he was.

What Izaya didn't quite expect was for his jaw to stiffen up rather quickly. As he sucked and pulled on Shizuo with his mouth, his jaw began to pinch up from the sheer tension of trying not to bite. It got to the point where eventually, reluctantly, Izaya had no choice but to slide his mouth off with a bit of an obscure slicking sound, his mouth somewhat puffed from the oral. He looked up at Shizuo and grinned apologetically. He would practice that in the future. He had a feeling that Shizuo wouldn't really have any complaints in that department.

A part of Izaya was too happy to get that done and over with. He was starting to ache between his legs a little bit and they had ventured in this stall to get rid of some pent up tension. He stood up from the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he began to unbuckle the front of his own pants. He was naked from the waist down within a matter of moments, carelessly tossing his pants over the door of the bathroom stall to rest there and he set his shoes aside, shifting his legs apart so that he could sit up and straddle over Shizuo, bracing himself tightly as he put his mouth around his own fingers.

No, it sure as hell wasn't lube, but that'd just be fine enough to suffice and Izaya had a hunch that he had something of a masochistic edge. His eyes were dark, smoldering, and he was trying hard not to act as desperate as he actually felt. His cock was swollen nearly purple with how bad he actually wanted Shizuo but he kept a complacent expression on as he slathered his fingers before finally he removed them altogether from his mouth. Hitching his shirt up a bit, he reached between the two of their bodies and between his own legs until he could touch his own hole.

Thankfully, he had been going to town on himself a little bit much the past few nights so he wasn't entirely tight shut. He worked his finger in, resting his head on Shizuo's shoulder as he did so and panted lightly, struggling with the patience. It was hard when his face was buried right into Shizuo and that's all he could smell - was Shizuo. It practically made him drool. He wedged in a second finger and with a grunt, began to work them profusely inside of his body.

It was a little disappointing when Izaya had to stop, but nothing Shizuo couldn't handle. Of course, there was no going back now - not with how hard and ready he was - but he figured that they'd finish each other simply enough and then hurry out of the bathroom before someone walked in on them. He was ready to do just that, but then Izaya stripped and straddled him, sucking on his own fingers. Shizuo watched him, both surprised and a little confused as to what Izaya had planned - and then Izaya started fingering himself.

"Izaya -" It was supposed to be a protest, but it came out more hungry in tone than Shizuo intended. Izaya working himself like that - leaning into him - it aroused Shizuo even more. Hearing him pant like that - it made Shizuo want to be the one inside of him, rather than letting Izaya do it to himself. He wrapped a hand around Izaya's cock and loosely - carefully - moved it up and down as Izaya worked, wanting to do something for him, since Izaya had given him oral.

"I want you so bad," Shizuo told him, keeping his voice low.

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