Title: Tangled Threads
Rating: M
Pairing: Delic x Izaya, Shizuo x Izaya
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme:
"Got this idea from "Demonstration" and "Natural Orders be Damned" (Love those fics!)
Delic is a host and his host name is 'Delic.' (Maybe he has a japanese name but he gave it up) He's Shizuo's cousin who looks a LOT like him.
Somehow he falls for Orihara Izaya, his cousin's enemy. i'll leave that up to the author... maybe it's because izaya's just that damn sexy and smart? and understanding. (or at least he pretends to be)
At first Izaya goes along with it thinking he could use Delic to his advantage against Shizuo or something. Slowly he too starts falling for Delic's advances.
Up to the author if the author wants to include jealous Shizuo, but not necessary.
Also up to the author of the final pairing, either Delic x Izaya or Shizuo x Izaya.
Mostly I want to see suave Delic wooing Izaya, taking him to nice restaurants, elitist parties, Delic having good connections, getting information from the wives of political members etc. Delic and Izaya are both rich so I can see both of them having refined tastes. Delic spoiling Izaya.
And a LOT of groping and smut! (I can't think of a plot for this so sorry. I hope the author can? I just want to see more Deliczaya~)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

SPOILER/TRIGGER WARNING: This fanfic has Non-con elements. Thank you.

Quick author's note:
This is a fanfic with two authors, Rukawagf and Culpaeros. Thank you!

Chapter 1

"A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her." - Oscar Wilde

Shinjuku.

One of 23 city wards located within Tokyo, Japan,

Starless skies too busy drowning in neon lights, a buzzing metropolis and iconic entertainment and business center for foreigners and natives alike.

It was a city filled with restless people.

A city that never slept.

And tucked in between the hustle and bustle of this busy city was one street filled with handsome men in suits, many calling in their clients for a good time; sharing promises of one night they would never forget with each beckon. The scent of sex and alcohol lingered in the air within the building - the scents only flooded out by the distracting reverberation of laughter, the echo of intoxicatingly saccharine vulgarities and the twinkle of various women's wickedly perverted giggles from farther within the club. In the main room, bright glittering lights from the chandelier twinkled as the leading host poured the pyramid of champagne, each glass spilling down into the next like a trickling waterfall as the clients and other hosts cheer and danced the night away. Some couples were hidden in their booths, exchanging expensive glasses between lips and hands, as well as several secret furtive caresses and whispers of less elegant promises that would expire with the rising of the morning's sun. It was just one of many host clubs - the establishment gaudy, perfumed and corrupted with all the magical illusion of the night.

But it was this particular one that an informant named "Orihara Izaya" had chosen to spend his night. For this host club was where the infamous Delic held his stage as Tokyo's number one host. But 'Delic', as he had chosen to be called, was actually a fictitious name for a fictitious identity adopted in an effort to give up his birth name and the weight of his many past failures that have since come to be associated with it. Thanks to that the boy he had once been evolved into a man who had managed to shed his past skin as if it were nothing more than a dispensable cocoon, moving forward in a new, far more glamorous lifestyle of charming women with the magic dust that fell from his feathery wings like a pale moth hidden within the night.

But even a moth as mesmerizing as he was could never be as dazzling as the butterfly. Like how the moon's glow paled when exposed to the sun's brilliant light, it was all just the façade of a man who was everything a gentleman should be but who could never be more than he was - a fake.

Delic for Delicious.

It was an interesting choice of name, without a doubt.

One who could entice others. A man that with just one lick, one taste, was able to drive all women who came to him wild for more. A perfect choice of name for the man who had risen to become the number one host in Tokyo seemingly overnight.

But it wasn't for his towering reputation or for his charismatic company that Orihara Izaya had been enticed to visit him in this Heaven of Desires, or rather this Haven of Desires. No human had ever held that sort of power on the infamous informant of Shinjuku.

Well, no one considered to be 'human' by his definition, anyhow.

No, rather it was for business that Izaya visited, although the host in question did not yet know of this.

When the informant stepped into the establishment, the front desk clerk looked a bit startled. The man hesitated to inform Izaya that only women were allowed to book reservations, yet Orihara did not blink an eye at the stammered apology and instead calmly explained that he should check the reservation under "Nakura" as he was pretty sure that his name had been approved. The young man checked through his computer list and sure enough, to his astonishment, the name "Nakura" had been approved somehow by his supervisors. The young host tilted his head in confusion but went ahead and led the way inside the dazzling interior filled with music, sparkling lights and scandalous giggles and laughter.

He was led to the top floor where the VIP room overlooked the stage. The clerk knocked on the door and went inside first while the informant waited. Izaya could just barely make out the furtive whispers of his guide as he explained the peculiarity of the situation to the awaiting host inside.

"It's just-…This new client…is…male."

Izaya couldn't help but smirk then when he heard the host's words reply to this with an unhesitatingly clear voice, "Oh~? In that case show him in. It's rude to keep a client waiting, you know."

His guide walked back out, even more confused, as their establishment had never before had a male client in all the three years he had worked here. But he bowed and let the informant inside before respectfully closing the door behind him.

The room was filled with roses, a scent that flooded Izaya's senses as soon as he walked in. A spacious leather couch lined up against the walls, the black color a vivid contrast to the white walls surrounding it all save for the very back one which held a one-sided glass so that the people partying below could not see in but he could still see out. And standing in the middle of it all was the young blond host wearing an easy smile to accompany his white suit and pink pinstriped shirt as he held out a single pink rose that perfectly matched his pink shades. The scene was truly picture perfect, as if it were right out of a movie.

"Nakura-san, I presume?" The blond walked over then, his movements carefully timed as though he had wanted to give Izaya a chance to take it all in. His gait was confident but not aggressive, the male still taking his time to prevent Izaya from being overwhelmed. In reply, however, Izaya merely nodded in confirmation.

"May I take your coat?" he continued. His long graceful fingers held onto the shoulders of Izaya's jacket for permission first before sliding the coat off of the informant. Though Izaya wasn't quite used to being treated in such manner, he didn't decline as this was often the normal etiquette for a host and his client. Instead, Izaya merely went ahead and sat down as the host hung his coat on the nearby rack. The informant could feel his body sink instantly into the luxurious soft leather as if its sole purpose of creation was to cushion away all the stress and burden of its occupants..

Unconsciously, Izaya looked behind him to stare down below. It was a sight to behold, a truly VIP seat. Izaya wouldn't mind enjoying this view more where he could watch his beloved humans in all their dirty, disgusting glory as they sank further into corruption and temptation all at once…

"Normally my clients can't take their eyes off of me, you know, Nakura-san."

Izaya turned to face the man speaking but instead of seeing the other's face in front of his eyes was that single rose, the petals delicately colored in soft baby pink.

"I had thought that perhaps I could place this in your breast pocket or in your hair but…" The blond's eyes seemed to shimmer with amusement as he realized that Izaya's coat and shirt obviously had no pockets. "I must say, this is my first time where I am not sure if my client would accept my gift."

"And why wouldn't I want to? Because I'm a man?" Izaya smirked quizzically as his hand half reached delicately for the rose.

"Forgive me if that's what I seemed to imply, Nakura-san, but it's really more due to my own realization that a red rose would have been more suitable for you. I had thought you might be dissatisfied with this pink one, so I'll be sure to choose a more appropriate one next time the chance arises. For now, though, I hope you'll do me the honor of accepting this rose? "

Izaya blinked.

This man was…

smooth as silk.

Izaya could tell instantly that such charm would work wonders on many common women.

The shock flickered away within half a second, though, before Izaya managed to place his mask back on when he grinned like a Cheshire cat, his own ruby eyes twinkling as he accepted the traditional flower gift that Delic must give to all his clients.

"Clever, host-san. But flatteries don't work on me." Izaya placed the rose on the table as he flipped his phone on to go over their negotiation. "Now then, about the business at ha-" The host suddenly sat next to him. Too close for the informant's comfort as the side of their legs brushed against each other.

Delic just grinned innocently, though, his face way too near to Izaya's as he leaned forward with a smile like that of an overeager schoolboy. Izaya ignored him, however, trying to remain 'professional' even now, "Ahem. So as promised, I'm here. Nakura-san in the flesh just as you requested. Now then, your part of the deal was to give me that information I require?"

There was a knowing smile on the host's lips, unperturbed by the informant's blunt and direct words.

"I do believe I have at least an hour with you, Informant-san, and I'm sure we both know that if I tell you what it is you want to know right now, then I will have no guarantee of you staying for the entirety of it."

The host's words were just as direct as Izaya's and perhaps even bolder as he gazed the informant up and down from behind his rose colored shades as if the raven petit man was a delectable cake he was eager to get into.

"Isn't that right?"

Izaya leaned back into the couch in an almost off-hand manner at those words, pretending to weigh the matter. But, in truth, he had no choice other than to agree. He needed this information very badly, but he could not let the host know that.

Their 'business deals' had not been going on for very long.. It had been only four months perhaps since Izaya had first reached out to Delic via email. He was, of course, very hesitant to use Delic - as he was Heiwajima Shizuo's cousin (amongst other reasons) - but that first time there had been information Izaya had to have and he knew that only Delic could provide it for him smoothly without causing unwanted attention. Back then, he had just needed to know if a certain politician's wife would visit him the following Monday. If she was, then the politician would be using that time to go out and conduct a certain deal behind her back that Izaya needed to know for another client of his.

Of course, Delic had flat out refused to cooperate back then, as his client's privacy came first and foremost, but eventually Izaya's persistence paid off thanks to the reassurance he had given Delic that the acquired information would not 'harm' Delic's clients in any way.

After all, what they were after wasn't the politician himself or his wife, but the yakuza that would benefit from that deal. Shiki, the kanbu from the yakuza of Awakusu-kai just wanted to offer a 'better' deal than their rivals and cut the negotiation off before it happened.

With enough money and reassurance concerning the harmless nature of the information provided by simply asking 'when' certain clients were booking him at the beginning, Izaya was able to win Delic over little by little. Especially since, over time, many of the ladies did come back to Delic with the 'good news of their great fortune,' as Izaya led him into believing he was delivering some of the clients even more money than they had before… when really it was the Awakusu-kai and Izaya's other clients who were filling their own pockets.

The number one host continued to accept small jobs after that. Izaya had thought that things were going well between them when suddenly, just as a need for crucial information arose that Izaya needed to provide his client with in twenty-four hours, Delic refused him. Or rather, he refused to provide it unless one condition was met: that 'Nakura-san' come visit him - face to face - at his booth at the appointed time. Delic promised to provide the information he sought then and would not budge on this negotiation.

"Alright, one hour." What else could Izaya say? He only had a few more hours before his client's deadline and was now left with no other alternative source for this information.

"So what have you got to drink? Any suggestions Delic-san? I can call you that, I hope? Host-san sounds so stuffy. "

"You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart." The host smiled warmly before getting up to place an order for their drinks. Izaya's eyes flickered, almost wanting to desperately run away as Shizuo's face smiled back at him with that creepily unnatural expression that had never surfaced before in the presence of Orihara Izaya.

But this wasn't Heiwajima Shizuo, Izaya reminded himself. And yet that had been the second reason why Izaya had wanted to avoid dealing with this man, especially face to face, for so long.

Because Delic, being a true cousin to Orihara Izaya's dearest enemy, held an uncannily identical resemblance to Heiwajima Shizuo.

And seeing the face that had always been perpetually and demonically angry before show such a benign smile was not only unnaturally creepy to Orihara Izaya but, it made Izaya feel like he-

"Heh~ So I can call you 'my little pet' if I wanted to?" Izaya smirked and changed his train of thought before he could continue down that dangerous road.

"By all means~" Delic spread his arms out and shrugged, placing his orders through the phone in his booth, before sitting back down next to 'Nakura-san' again. "In return, though, I expect you to tell me your real name, Informant-san."

Izaya paused from speaking his refute at that request. He had been about to jab at the host for being such a masochist, but slowly the informant was figuring out what Delic's true intentions were for calling him out.

Ah, so Delic had wanted his information as well?

True, Izaya had kept their negotiations strictly to business. He had not told Delic his real name either in case Shizuo had ranted to his cousin about him before. Although Izaya knew that was probably not possible, since Shizuo and Delic didn't seem to be in a close relationship, the informant still wanted to be careful as it was a rather well known fact in Ikebukuro after all that he and Heiwajima Shizuo were not on the best of terms.

He did not want to ruin his chance at obtaining perhaps one of the best freelance information gatherers for the most rich and influential women in Tokyo after all. Delic was a diamond mine of information for a broker.

But to think that… this man was intelligent enough to realize that Izaya wasn't using his real name… his intuition was uncanny to say the least.

At his silence though Delic didn't waver. "Or else I'll be forced to guess your name like how I used to guess what you looked like based on your emails. And - I must say - after how that went, I wouldn't bet on my guesses being close to accuracy."

"Heh~ so your guesses on my appearance were incorrect I take it?" Izaya played along, his fingers lightly twirling the stem of the rose he was given. "What did you expect of me? An older man? A young woman?"

"Actually I was expecting a potbellied, balding man. I'm relieved to find I was wrong", the host had the gall to wink at that and Izaya felt himself snort before bursting out in laughter at the silly image conjured in his head.

"Ahahaha…! Well, I'm glad I exceeded your expectations in that regard. I'm not interested in growing bald any time soon, thank you very much." Izaya giggled, relaxing back onto the couch now.

This man really was amazingly skilled.

Earlier Izaya had been tense and ready to brace himself with a mental wall when the host began to ask him personal questions. But Delic had already smoothly reversed it and made the informant laugh and relax around him.

However, it wouldn't completely work on Orihara Izaya like it did on Delic's other clients. He knew all the tricks that the host was throwing at him since these were things that he himself has done to many silly girls in the past.

"What did you order?" Izaya asked curiously instead, smoothly changing the topic at hand.

Delic placed a finger on his lips at that as if to mime a secret.

"A surprise."

"What if I don't like it?" Izaya frowned softly as if he actually cared when he didn't. Two can play this game, after all.

"I tend to like surprises, don't you?"

"Heh~ Only as long as I can take part in them. Is it a drink you think I would like, Delic-san?"

"If it isn't, I would be a poor host, Informant-san."

"Such confidence…" Izaya whispered amusedly as he couldn't help but find himself staring into those pink sparkling eyes hidden behind his shades of a color opposite of Shizuo's.

"Speaking of things we like, are you unsatisfied with my payment, Delic-san?" Izaya quickly changed the topic back to his interest as the chance arose. They had an hour, but Delic never said they couldn't talk about business for the entire time.

"Not really." Delic sat back and shrugged nonchalantly in that vague manner of his that was slowly starting to frustrate the informant. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Perhaps," Izaya responded flippantly back. If Delic wanted to continue this charade, he could too after all. "Now then, with that on the table, what is it that you truly want instead? Was seeing my face not enough?"

There was a pause that confused Izaya. Delic was regarding him carefully and that made Izaya nervous. It wasn't as menacing as Shiki-san's, but it was still as if a bird of prey was gazing down at him.

"What if I said I want you, Informant-san?"

"E-excuse me?" Izaya did not mean to stutter but he almost choked on his words. Did he want him as a personal assistant? Some information from him? Or… did he really mean it the way it sounded like right now...

"That only sounds fair, doesn't it?" Delic smiled again and it only unnerved Izaya more. No, no he didn't get why it was only 'fair'.

"That's hard to believe considering you made the call before knowing what I looked like~ That and you believed I was a potbellied, balding man." Izaya could feel his eyebrows twitch at seeing the host's grin that clearly said 'I don't see how it's hard to believe' without actually having to speak and interrupt him.

"Unless that is your type, Delic-san. But you had said you were glad you were wrong."

"I guess you can say, back then, I had only felt it fair that I know your face as well as you seemed to know mine."

There was another brief pause as the waiter finally returned with their drinks – the male handing it first to the host to inspect – before walking away again without a word.

"And the fact that I found I actually like it only makes me want to know it in more detail now. Thus why I have decided that I should probably withhold my information just a bit longer than you probably expected."

There was an unspoken threat that hung in the air between them that was clear as day even to Izaya. Delic poured him a glass and set the drink before him with a smile so innocent it would have put kittens to shame. But the look didn't remain long, or rather, it began to counter Delic's actions when he decided to push the boundaries again. Without speaking, he leaned even closer this time, bringing their faces a mere inch apart - while Izaya stared up at him with a glare that could kill.

"Flatteries don't get you anywhere Sh- Delic-san."

Izaya bit his lips. When Delic moved his face so close, his vision blurred and Izaya had seen Shizuo in front of him for that split second. His heart pounded fast at that innocent sounding mistake. But he couldn't let the host know that he-

Delic's fuschia eyes glanced at Izaya's fingers that had nervously tensed up on the glass on the table, then looked back at the informant triumphantly.

"Ah~ But that's where you are wrong, Informant-san."

Oh, good, Izaya had thought. He had not yet noticed that the informant had slipped and almost accidentally called him-

"Flattery gets you everywhere."

Izaya froze as a hand softly caressed his cheek and playfully twirled with his side bangs as those rose colored eyes gently captured him. In that instant, even a skilled socialite as Orihara Izaya could not move, the male bound under the number one host's magic spell cast upon him by those soft kissable lips that held unspoken promises and those ever-knowing eyes that seemed to offer both vows of fulfillment and pleasure beyond anyone's dreams. If the host had wanted to, Izaya wouldn't be able to refuse him at all as that gentle fingertip both innocently and yet devilishly slid down Izaya's cheek and fell with a lingering ghostly touch remaining upon his face.

"And that's why they call me number one."

Izaya could feel two hands slide down to his sides and rest at his hips. Delic leaned forward even more to further close the distance between them so that he could brush his lips against the informant's ear.

"Because you can't ever turn me off."

A shudder rippled its way through Izaya's body at such a seductive allure and shock pulsated through the both of them when he suddenly pushed the host violently to effectively break away from the snake's charm that the small physical contact between ear and lips had cast upon him. Izaya panicked as he quickly stood up then to put as much distance between them as possible. He got his expression under control as quickly as possible, thanks to all his years of experience, as he swiftly patched his expression back into one of superiority.

"Alright Delic-san, either way, your payment. If money isn't what you wish for, what is it that you really want. Come now, you can't mean you want me, seriously. "

"But I do, Informant-san." Delic smiled as he placed his head down onto his arms where they had fallen to rest on the headboard of the sofa by the glass wall. "You've managed to intrigue me."

"All I ask for is one hour of your time. And each time you want me to report from now on, I'll only tell you the information here at my booth. So your payment will henceforth be to spend time with me."

Delic grinned innocently again like that of a mischievous schoolboy. "I only wish for us to get to know each other better, after all."

Why this little sneak…

Izaya's smile twitched at the corners as he tried hard to remain professional while inwardly he wanted to strangle this man.

But the thing was, he had no choice once more.

It had been only twenty minutes and he STILL needed that information by tonight. If he refused Delic this deal, what guarantee did he have that the host would still provide him with what he came for?

Izaya sighed and plopped down onto the couch, as far away from Delic as possible as he placed his arms on the headboard of the sofa too to look out over his beloved humans falling into depravity and further into debauchery.

Honestly, the view wasn't bad.

"Alright. It's a deal."

"However," Izaya added as he faced Delic who clearly looked as if he was to jump in triumphant jubilation, "no touching."

"Oh, well in that case our deal can't work out then," Delic shrugged and leaned back as if that was that.

"... Wait, why?"

"I did tell you I wanted you here, didn't I?" Delic asked, his voice almost genuine in his uncertainty as if he had forgotten if he had or had not told Izaya that while he cocked his head to the side and stared at the client. "Since you'll be coming here, you'll be my client and a host-client relationship isn't limited to simple discourse. Of course, with most clients, sex is off limits during working hours so you don't have to worry too much about that, Informant-san. But the price of physical exchanges will change depending upon what information you desire."

Izaya felt cold as his body stiffened up. Delic was requiring… physical intimacy.

He swallowed hard as he looked down below at his humans partying the night away. It all felt distant, the noise muted through the glass wall.

He never had to stoop so low as to sell himself for information before. Money or even blackmail was enough. Blackmailing was tempting even now but… he wanted to continue to use Delic's services. The host literally was a diamond mine of information… and sure he could own him through dirtier means but… blackmail relationships never last long. Delic would find a way to overcome it.

That and… if Shizuo found out, Izaya could be in serious trouble.

Izaya sighed softly. What was it all for anyway? There was no real reason to not sell his body, right? All it would do was damage his pride… which he could swallow if necessary.

Or so he tried to convince himself.

"I… I'll concede to dates… and such," Izaya heard himself say as he looked out the window, avoiding Delic's intense gaze. "But there are rules."

Izaya turned to look at Delic with serious, determined eyes.

"No kissing. And I mean it. You can touch me however you want. But I don't want you kissing my lips."

"Does that mean I can kiss anywhere but your lips?"

Izaya noticed a teasing note in Delic's voice as if he had just caught onto something the informant was hiding.

"Ah… sure." Izaya hurriedly continued to add the ground rules. Delic had said sex wasn't necessary, but he had a fair idea what other things Delic had in mind if he thought he could kiss him in 'other places.'

"Anyways. There are a few rules. Like I said, no kissing. And no penetrating. Also, you can't order me around. Such as asking me to do something beyond my comfort level or our deals. None of that. You just tell me positions and how... you want it and I'll decide if it's okay." Izaya hoped he covered almost everything.

"...Fine, I won't order you into doing something as long as you are aware that I have to be satisfied with the payment in order for it to count."

"If you ejaculate, you must agree that you have been satisfied." Izaya cringed a bit at his word choice but he had to be very specific and clear.

"I can...agree with that." The host reached forward, hand brushing against Izaya's cheek as he pressed his forehead against the other male's.

"However...there is one more thing I would like to negotiate before the deal can be complete."

Izaya shivered as he noticed Delic's rose colored orbs focus on his eyes before trailing down to his lips.

"My signing bonus."

"... N-negotiate your signing bonus?"

Izaya felt his nervousness transfer to his voice no matter how much he didn't want it to. The more he kept saying he didn't want kissing, it only made it more transparent what things he wanted to hide. But it was important to him. Even if it was clear as day to Delic, it was still important to Izaya to remain firm on this.

"I… I said, no kissing."

"How do you think I seal all my deals, Informant-san?" Delic teased.

"Only one kiss then."

Izaya's eyes flickered as an idea hit him.

"Fine."

And before Delic could react Izaya pushed up and…

….kissed him on his forehead. Then he pulled back with a smirk as he let the action sink in for Delic.

"Done."

Delic paused at that, a bit started at everything that had happened, before suddenly bursting out in laughter, "Ahaha, you cheated, Informant-san. Now you owe me two kisses."

Izaya shrugged nonchalantly with a smile, "You didn't specify where~ to kiss you. So it's still a deal~~~"

"In that case I'll allow it. However, I also didn't specify who was kissing who."

"Eh? But…" Izaya slid back a bit, instantly wary at those words. He had kissed him right? Wasn't that enou-

But already Delic was leaning forward, his arms wrapping behind Izaya's neck and trapping him between the host and the couch just as Delic's lips pressed down softly right beside Izaya's. The informant could feel the heat rising to his cheek at such a seductive yet sweet missed kiss that felt even more intimate than a real one would have been. Involuntarily, a hand moved to cover his mouth even though his lips were not violated as he looked away with a flush he could not keep down. Delic's entire expression seemed to glow in pleasure at the informant's reaction.

"Well, it's been an hour, and… I believe you still owe me my information." Swallowing down his nervousness Izaya pushed lightly at Delic, forcing the host to move to the side so Izaya could get up and out of the intimate situation..

"Ah, has it been an hour already? You haven't even touched your wine." Delic stood as well at that, but he didn't move to follow Izaya. Instead, the cordial host was moving to get Izaya's coat so that he could help the informant back into it. The informant in return couldn't help but frown at being doted on like that, but it seemed at least Delic was letting him go.

"I can try it at another time." The wine was the least of his worries.

After helping Izaya into his coat, Delic produced for him a folded piece of paper from his own jacket pocket that held the information the informant had come for. Without much courtesy, Izaya grabbed at it before turning to leave. Delic had used up all of his patience at this point.

Despite Izaya's rude behavior, however, the host remained amicable as he smiled and bid him farewell.

"Until next time, Informant-san," the host had said as he watched him leave from his room's doorway - his words serving as a reminder that, sooner or later, the informant would come to see him again.

Author's Note:

Rukawagf: Merry Christmas! I was thinking of waiting until Catnip was done before posting this but I wanted a fic that's a bit easier to write while I work on the final chapters of some of my fics ^^; Thank you for still waiting on my other fic updates. This fic will be updated a bit slower while I work on some of others but I really wanted to post Delic x Izaya fic that's been in my head for about 4 years now. I hope you guys enjoy.

Culpaeros: Hi guys! This has been a fic long in the making and we are excited to finally get started on it. Thank you for any and all of your support!