A/N: It's my very first fic. Seriously. So please, don't laugh at me xD

Also, English is not my native language, so there might be some mispells, probably a lot. Ha.

Anyway, if anybody will actually read it ( and I kinda doubt it ) feel free to leave some review, since as I said (wrote) it's my first fanfiction and I'm pretty curious what do you guys think ^^ Alrigh, enough of it. ( I'm all nervous now ) Have fun ;3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. All rights and credits go to the original author.

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The evening was rather calm. No annoying drunkards, no fuss, no quarrels. Heiwajima Shizuo was standing behind the counter of the bar he was currently working at, polishing the cup with a piece of cloth. He wasn't paying attention to his surrandings, lost in his thoughts.

Yeah, it's calm... I like that... He smiled to himself. The bar was nearly empty since it was Thursday. But the following day wouldn't be all nice and easy like that. Shizuo really didn't like his job at the weekends. Lots and lots of people, blabbering about bullshit, telling him their pathetic sob stories. It's all noisy and crowded. But hey, what was he expecting while working as a bartender?

The blond sighed and took another cup to polish it. Shizuo decided that he wouldn't bother himself with thinking about upcoming weekend and would just enjoy the current peaceful moment.

It really was a nice week. Especially because he didn't see the certain someone in a while. The flea was nowhere to be found and Shizuo was glad about that. Every day without that goddamn louse was the blessing.

"Hello there, Shizu-chan~!"

No fucking way...

Speak of the damn devil. Shizuo looked up to see the said louse sitting on the other side of the counter with that fucking smirk of his. He didn't even see him entering the bar. Goddamn fucker. And he thougth that this day would end up without any complications. Yeah, sure, as if that piece of shit would allow that.

"Izaya," the blond narrowed his eyes and almost growled at the informant.

"Yup, that's my name," Izaya sent him the cute smile "How is your day at work?"

"Shut up and get the fuck out of here you goddamn flea."

Izaya faked the gasp and covered his mouth in theatrical way. "Oh my, I don't think that your boss would appreciate you saying something like this to your cus-to-mer, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo took the deep breath and lit one of his cigarettes. The advantage of working at the pub. You can smoke whenever you like. But as much as he hated it, he had to admitt that the louse was right. He couldn't just throw him out if he didn't do anything. Also, Shizuo couldn't beat the shit out of him at his workplace. He would be fired immediately. And he couldn't let that happen. Not when Kasuka was so happy about Shizuo finally settling down.

The bartender was doing his best to calm himself. He looked at the flea, who was still smiling at him.

"There are a plenty of other bars around. How about you just go somewhere else, Izaya-kun?" he tried to smile and ignore the throbbing vein on his temple.

"So rude of you, Shizu-chan! And to think that I came all the way in here just to see you," Izaya put his elbows on the counter and rested his chin on his hand. "What kind of bartender are you? You still didn't even ask me about my order." Another creepy smile.

Shizuo gritted his teeth. Breath in... Breath out... Count to ten... Imagine a cute puppy.

"Fine. Just order your goddamn drink and leave."

"Still not really polite, Shizu-chan..."

His temper was on its edge. Another breath in...

"How can I serve you, sir?" his voice was dripping with malice and venom, he smiled through gritted teeth and clenched his fists under the counter, before he stubbed his now finished cigarette in the ashtray.

"Much better now," the informant smirked at him. "Give me a blowjob."

...

Shizuo blinked. Twice. And then he snapped. "HUH?!" he slammed both of his hands on the counter, already seeing red. Izaya had to lean back a bit to avoid the collision with the blond's forehead, since he suddenly moved closer.

"A cocktail, Shizu-chan! Cocktail!" he laughed and waved his hand. "Oh my, what kind of dirty thoughts had been formed in that tiny brain of yours!" he laughed some more. Shizuo felt the heat invading his face, which didn't escape Izaya's attention. Bastard was indeed having a lot of fun.

"Tch. Shut the fuck up," Shizuo averted his gaze somewhere else. He felt extremely angry and almost equally embarrassed. "Fucking annoying louse..." he murmured under his breath.

"Hmm? Said something, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked with amusement.

"NOT at all..." the blond said as he started preparing ordered cocktail. He took a shot glass and slowly poured Baileys Irish Cream, Kahlua and Amaretto in it. He topped it with whipped cream, and served it in front of Izaya, glaring daggers at him. The flea completely ignored Shizuo's hostile gaze and instead he started to admire the drink in front of him from different angles.

"Eeeh, my, my. I have to admitt that it's surprisingly well made. Looks like Shizu-chan is a pro after all!" he said as he delicately turned the glass with his fingers.

"Whatever, just get over with it and go already," Shizuo answered while folding his arms impatiently, brow twitching.

Izaya chuckled "Sure, sure."

The blond turned his head on the side, his arms still folded. He was perfectly aware of the odd way that this cocktail is supposed to be drank. He wondered why on earth Izaya would order this exact drink, and if he really would drink it in a way it should be done. Nah, probably not. Besides, this was usually ordered by woman, who wanted to impress the guys hitting on them.

Anyway, he stole a glance at Izaya with the corner of his eye. To his horror, he noticed that the flea closed his eyes and leaned down to his drink to lick a droplet running down the glass. Then he ran his tongue over the top of the shot glass, where the cream was placed and licked a little bit of it. Shizuo couldn't help but turn his head fully in Izaya's direction, gaping at the whole action shamelessly. With his eyes still closed, the pest crossed his arms behind his back and took some of the cream into his mouth with his lips, licking them after. Shizuo gulped. That bastard. He started to feel hot. He hated that cocktail. It was all too damn suggestive to his likings. Shizuo also hated himself at that moment. Because he was getting turned on. Turned on by waching Izaya, performing marvels with that damn, little pinkish tongue of his. What the fuck, get yourself together, it's the damn louse. He was just about to turn his gaze somewhere else when Izaya leaned down and put his lips around the glass sliding it deep into his mouth, devouring almost the whole thing, to the base of it. Then he quickly straightened himself in seat, lifting his head and letting the liquid to go down his throat. A single droplet flowed from his lips all the way down to his neck. Izaya leaned back down and placed shot glass on the counter with mouth, with his hands still behind his back. He opened his eyes slowly and locked his half-lidded gaze with Shizuo's, who was intensively staring at him, with his brows slightly furrowed, face reddened and lips parted. A smirk found it's way on the raven's face.

"Enjoyed the show, Shizu-chan?" he said in a playful manner, as he put his arms back on the counter, again resting chin on his palm.

Shizuo felt the furious blush spreading across his face as he turned away with the speed of light. His mouth felt dry and his pants were uncomfortable tight, which he noticed just then with a terror.

"W-who would enjoy it, you disgusting fleabag," he answered and lit another cigarette with shaky hands, almost dropping his lighter.

Izaya chuckled "The color of your face says something else, you know?" he said as he gently ran his finger across the surface of the now empty glass.

Shizuo gritted his teeth, as frustration took him over. He was so embarrased that he felt like lifting the damn counter and throwing it at the equally damn louse. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. Then he cleared his throat. "Now, as you already had your damn drink, there is an exit," he gestured towards the door.

"Really now, it was my first drink and the night is still young, Shizu-chan," he smiled. "Give me another one of those."

Shizuo looked at him almost terrified. Oh no, you don't. No way, not again.

The blond cleared his throat once again "Look, there are a plenty of other cocktails, why don't you pick something else?" he looked everywhere but Izaya.

And that cockroach almost pouted "Eeeh, but why? I simply love doing a blowjobs, I mean, drinking them. To the very last droplet..." his smirk was becoming so wide that it was scary. Another wave of heat ran over Shizuo's body. His fist clenched. He was cursing his imagination so bad. That fucking slutty louse...

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Can't do that one. Out of cream."

"That's obviously a lie, Shizu-chan."

"Really? Too bad you can't prove it then."

Izaya sighed. "Okay then. Sex On The Beach will do." the informant's gaze was piercing and suggestive. Goddamnit, those fucking red, sparkling eyes...

"Stop fooling around."

An innocent smile was sent to Shizuo "I can't see your problem. I just simply ordered a drink," he leaned closer and Shizuo took a step back, even if there was still the counter between them.

"Fine," he said and started to prepare the drink. The faster he would deal with that louse then better. The blond still couldn't get rid of arousal. He dreamed of a cold shower. It was ridiculous. "Here." The now ready cocktail was placed on the counter.

"Thank you! Cheers!" Izaya winked at him. Fucking winked. Then he drank almost half of it at once. "Hmm, good," he slowly ran his tongue over his lips "Shizu-chan really is talented."

"What. Ever. Just hurry up and go," the bartender was trying his best to not think about the way Izaya licked his lips just now. Obviously, he failed. What's with that fucking sexual frustration?! That's true, he didn't get laid in a while. Nobody was brave enough to even approach him in due to his infamous strength. Besides, he himself didn't really want to expand his sexual activity, since he was afraid to hurt his partners in the process. But to be desperate enough to be turned on by Izaya? REALLY? Not only it was Izaya but also a male. Shizuo wasn't gay, for a fucks sake! At least that was what he thought until now.

He stole a glance at the flea. He was humming something happily while sipping his drink. Slender fingers, decorated with rings, were embracing the already almost empty glass. He brought it to his lips again. In the dim light of the pub his long, dark lashes were casting the shadow on his cheeks, which were slightly flushed, probably from the alcohol. The blush was pretty visible, since his skin had the fair, milky color. It also looked really delicate. His raven hair was shiny. Shizuo wondered if it was as smooth in touch as it seemed to be. The blond gulped. Damn, it was undeniable. Izaya was attractive, no matter how shitty his personality was. Shizuo's gaze wandered all over the informant's whole frame. His shoulders were really thin. His silhouette was almost femine. The bartender's eyes stopped at Izaya's slim neck. His collarbones were exposed, since the collar of his shirt was v-shaped. Shizuo felt the strong urge to caress that pale, flawless skin. His breath became faster, along with his hearbeat. Shit, that was going way too far. He lifted his gaze back to Izaya's eyes just to find out that they were locked on his own.

"That's rude to stare so much, Shizu-chan. You make me feel embarrassed," the flea's lips curved into playful smile. "Instead, you could make me another drink," he pointed at the empty glass in front of him.

At this rate, Shizuo was lost. He swallowed hard and didn't even say anything - he just nodded and started to make the drink. Damn louse. He planned it. All of it. He was just screwing with Shizuo's mind. And the worst thing about that was that it was actually working.

He placed a brand new Sex On The Beach on the counter, and watched as Izaya took it and this time drank it all in one go. A little stream of liquid escaped the corner of his lips again. The informant placed the empty cup on the counter with a quiet thud. "Oh my, silly me. Can you give me a tissue?"

"Yeah..." the blond took one of the tissues from under the counter and handed it to the other. Shizuo felt the shiver ran down his spine as their fingers brushed against each other in the process. He quickly removed his hand and turned his head. He was feeling more and more hot. Izaya wiped away the wettness from his face and neck slowly.

"Okay. Another one, bantender-san!" the raven exclaimed cheerfully.

"I-I think you had enough already..." Damn stuttering...

"I'm afraid you're not the one to judge it, Shizu-chan."

"Look, you already-"

"Shizu-chan," he interrupted. "Who's the customer?" Izaya slowly asked with the playful smirk. Fucking louse. Shizuo felt like running away. As far from that flea as it was possible. With every next damn minute his thoughts were getting more and more weird. And it looked like that fucker wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"...Fine. But I'm not dragging your drunk ass out of here later. Another Se... A-another one of these?" he pointed at the empty glass.

Izaya seemed to wonder for a second. "Hmm... Nah. Maybe enough of that Sex." he said with great emphasis at the sex part. "Let's get to the point." he leaned closer to the counter and locked his russet eyes with Shizuo's mocha ones and said in low voice, almost whispering: "Give me The Screaming Orgasm..."

The bartender's eyes went wide as those words traveled straight to his groin. He almost gasped from the intensity of the sensation. You damn louse, I could give you such a screaming orgasm you would fucking forget what your damn name is...

Wait, what?

Did he really just think that?

It was really getting worse and worse. Shizuo felt like burning. He had to struggle with the urge to grab the other and sink his face in that neck, bite those collarbones, kiss those lips...Damnit, damnit, damnit. Fuck! It's Izaya for the fuck's sake, The Flea, the louse, the blood sucker, the damn parasite! Pull. Yourself. Together. He shook his head rapidly and forced himself to look at Izaya. The informant was waching the other with great amusement plastered on his features, obviously having the time of his life. The smirk was never leaving his lips.

"I'm on it..." Shizuo mumbled and proceeded with pouring the liquids to another glass. The task was extremely difficult, since he could feel this piercing gaze on him while the whole time. His face felt hot, his hands were sweating, hell, he was sweating in general.

"Everything is okay, Shizu-chan?" The blond literally jumped and almost spilled the whole drink at the sound of Izaya's voice - mocking tone filled with pure joy. "Your face is really red."

"I'm fine. Mind your own damn business," he said and it required a lot of effort to not stammer. "Here. Drink it and get your fucking ass out of here." He placed another shot on the counter and turned his back to Izaya. It wasn't really safe, he could expect to be stabbed at any moment, but hell, he prefered that than... waching the flea drinking... dipping those lips in his drink... then licking up the remainings of that white liquid from them... Ugh! Damn!

With his back still turned to Izaya, he lit another cigarette. His hands were shaking, so he decided to just hold the cancer stick in his mouth. Alright. The flea will finish his damn drink and go away. That's it. Over. It will be all peaceful again. Yeah. He's just the louse. He might be attractive but he's still the louse. Shizuo decided that once he was back home after that miserable shift, he would just jerk off to some porn. With chicks. Hot chicks. Female chicks. Yeah, female. Not louses. Chicks. Definitely.

He heard the glass being placed on the counter. The flea finished his drink. Finally...

"Shizuo."

After hearing his name, his actual name, not that stupid nickname, he almost flinched. He turned around in order to ask what that louse wants from him now. But when he faced the other, something happened. And it happened fast. Izaya quickly snapped his cigarette out of his mouth. Then, he tugged at his bow tie, really hard, pulling him down, and then he forcefully smashed their lips together. Shizuo stiffened, his eyes went wide, his heart stopped beating for a second. He felt those warm, velvet lips slowly moving against his own, tasting like alcohol and something sweet. The pest's eyes were half-lidded and locked with his widened ones. Just before Shizuo could somehow react, Izaya's lips were gone and he was already moving away. Then he stood up from his seat and sent Shizuo his most charming smile. "Well, thank you for that lovely evening. I had a lot of fun," he winked at him and threw some bills at the counter. After that, he just simply turned around and left, leaving the completely petrified blond behind.

Shizuo just stood there, staring at the doors that closed after Izaya. His heart started to beat furiously. He realized that he wasn't breathing for the while by now so he inhaled deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he touched his lips, that were still heated from the haste kiss. For a moment he wondered what in the ever loving fuck had just happened. But no matter how he looked at it, the conclusion was the same - the flea kissed him. On the lips.

Another wave of heat and arousal struck him. That fucker had kissed him and left. The bartender felt himself grinning. Oh no, you don't, Izaya-kun~ Not after all of that teasing for the whole the time, making me all turned on and shit. You're not getting away that easily.

"IZAAAYAAA-KUUUN, NOT SO FAST, GO BACK IN HERE YOU BASTARD!" he screamed and stormed out of the bar. The blond ran out on the street and looked around just to notice the glimpse of that damn fur trimmed jacket disappearing in one of the alleyways. Oh, he's so ripping it off. Soon. He followed his prey in sprint. "HERE COMES YOUR DAMN SCREAMING ORGASM, YOU LOUSE!" Shizuo's roar echoed in the streets of Ikebukuro. A loud chuckle could be heard from afar. The blond changed his mind. He will not jerk off today. At least not all by himself.

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A/N Let me know if I actually should write some more fics. I would love to try longer stories or some smut but I'm not confident enough for now. See ya!