Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya

Rating: M

Warnings: Boy x Boy. Gay sex. Nothing new.

Disclaimer: Wait, why am I writing this? I'm obviously the author of Durarara!

A/N: Uhhhhh. Well this took forever to post up here… This chapter was actually going to be longer, but I decided to cut it in two… But don't worry! I assure you I have not dropped dead in the span of… four months… since I published this. Oh, god…

Amber eyes blinked open, a yawn filling the otherwise silent room. A groan followed shortly after, the rustling of sheets joining the melody as he turned over on his bed, draping an arm over his eyes.

"Good morning, Master!" a cheery voice called from across the room. The voice, not the words, is what first struck Shizuo as odd. The blond peaked from underneath his arm to the other side of the bed, even if he didn't expect anyone to be there. Despite the fact that Izaya had been coming to his house every night for a week to… do things… he had never woken up to the brunet. He would always find the other side of the bed empty, so why the hell was the informant's voice the one to greet him in the morning?

Shizuo's head finally turned to look at the man standing at the door, clad in a very short black maid's dress, complete with a white, frilly apron and black-tinted see-through thigh-high tights.

"I-izaya?" The blond rubbed his eyes furiously, as if the scene before him was just a blurry image he needed to clear up so it would make sense. "What… what are you wearing?"

The brunet giggled, nearing Shizuo until he was standing right by his bed. The blond now caught sight of the duster Izaya had been carrying behind his back as the man brought it in front of him, clutching at it with two of his hands in front of him. "My uniform, Master~"

Shizuo blinked, letting his eyes trail from Izaya's face down his chest, to his torso, down to his legs…In a flash, he imagined those long, skinny legs wrapped around his back as he pounded into hi—

Stop.

He shook his head lightly before sighing. The informant had, after all, been doing stuff like this for almost a week every time he would get home—so why would he be surprised? And to make it worse: he's fallen for it every single time. The blond is fairly sure that if he were to try something out now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

Shizuo looked over at the clock. 8:00 A.M. He had to meet Tom in forty-five minutes.

"Izaya, I don't have time for this…"

A sultry smile appeared across the brunet's jaw, his red, half-lidded eyes trailing down to look at the man's chest which was still covered in dried up semen from the previous night's activities.

"Surely, you'd need to take a shower, Master. I mean, just look at yourself," Izaya said, lowering his voice to a whisper as he scraped his nails slowly down Shizuo's chest. The sensation caused Shizuo to shudder, eyes closing half-way when he felt Izaya's breath at his ear. "You're a mess."

Izaya moved his face so that his lips were only a mere inch away from Shizuo's. Their breaths mingled and eyes roamed their faces before red and amber locked, almost as if fitting together like pieces in a puzzle. The informant's smirk came back, and he slowly pulled away, grin widening when he saw Shizuo's head following his a short distance like a gravitational force was keeping it that way before letting him move away completely.

The informant grabbed the blond's hand before giving it a tug, signaling that Shizuo should get up. Once doing so, the brunet led him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.

"A bath?" The blond blinked, looking at the already-filled tub.

"Well of course! Baths are more relaxing than showers, after all~" Izaya said, putting down the duster prop before rounding the ex-bartender, pushing his shoulders lightly in the direction of the tub.

"Izaya, I—"

"Shh," the brunet interrupted, urging Shizuo to climb in. "Don't worry about anything. Just leave it all to me, okay Master?"

Shizuo's resolve slowly began to crumble, noticing how worn out he was and thinking about how nice the bath would feel. With a shrug, the man stepped into the bath, sinking underneath the clear water. The blond man let out an appreciative sigh, leaning his back further into the side of the tub.

"Is the temperature to your liking?" Shizuo had been caught up in the feeling of the water enveloping his body that he had closed his eyes without realizing, forgetting the world around him. When re-opening his eyes, he looked up to see Izaya leaning next to the tub, a mischievous glint in his ruby orbs and a sultry smile on his face.

The blond man blinked. "Uh, yes."

The brunet's smirk morphed into an angelic yet cunning smile, lifting himself from off the ground. "Good!"

Izaya turned around, making his way over to get the soaps and bubbles Shizuo was sure had not been there before in the lower counter. When the informant bent over, he made sure to exaggerate the motion, giving Shizuo a good view of his ass clad in black, lacy panties.

A blush crept up to Shizuo's cheeks, amber eyes widening at the sight.

"I-izaya!"

The brunet looked over his shoulder, fixing the blond with a look of innocent curiosity. "Yes?"

"W-w-what are you wearing!" The question brought a small smirk to tug at the corner of the informant's lips.

"My uniform. Haven't we gone through this before, Master?" Izaya rectified his stance, placing the soaps on the counter before him.

Shizuo's blush only deepened. "Stop calling me 'master'."

Izaya turned to look at the blond, placing his arms akimbo. "Oh? What would you prefer me to call you, then?"

"What you normally do is fine!"

The raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, teasing smirk appearing over his jaw. "So you prefer what I usually call you, ne?"

Upon realizing what he had implied, Shizuo had to resist all urges to face-palm. "N-no, that's not what I meant-!"

"It's all right, Shizu-chan~" Izaya said, picking up the silver tray with the soaps and lotions from the counter before bringing it over to the side of the tub. The brunet picked up one of the bottles, opening the cap to pour the substance onto his palm before placing the bottle back onto the tray.

After rubbing the soap into his palms, he leaned over the side of the tub and placed both of his hands on Shizuo's chest, leaning over so that his lips were right over the blond's ear.

"Your wish is my command."

Shizuo's face reddened, feeling the brunet's words shoot own straight to his crotch, spurring it to life.

Izaya began to rub slow circles into the blond's chest before leaning forward and licking along Shizuo's jaw, smirk morphing his features as he felt Shizuo grow stiff. After a few seconds of repeating the same patterns on the blond's chest, Izaya pressed his fingers a bit harder against the man's skin, moving his hands to spread the soap down the blond's arms and back.

Shizuo inwardly cursed. He should have seen this coming—now he had a hard-on and no time to take care of it. He forced himself to open his eyes (which he had no recollection of ever closing) in hopes that maybe it'd clear up some of the lustful haze before it completely took over. Before he could open his mouth to protest, however, Izaya's mouth covered his own and began to teasingly nip at his bottom lip.

Of course. Now he wanted more. Great.

After a few more seconds of Izaya running his hands over his skin and biting and licking lightly at his lips, Shizuo figured he wouldn't make it in time anyway, so…

The blond pressed his lips into Izaya's, attempting to deepen the kiss. The man only chuckled, distancing himself until he was just out of reach. If Shizuo continued leaning closer, the man would only repeat the action, making sure he was never closer than a centimeter. Just as the blond was beginning to get incredibly frustrated, a mischievous grin spread across the brunet's jaw. For a split second, Izaya let his fingers brush against the blond's hard arousal, drawing a hiss from the ex-bartender.

"Fucking tease," Shizuo growled, glaring daggers at the informant.

"Oh? I'm sorry, is there something Shizu-chan wants~?"

In one quick motion, Shizuo seized the man's thin wrist and gave it a strong tug, flipping their positions as soon as Izaya had fallen in. Shizuo's knee was now pressed into Izaya's crotch, and his hands pressed down on his shoulders. The man lowered his head so that his eyes bore directly into Izaya's, close enough that their breath mingled and his blond hair tickled the sides of Izaya's face.

"You."

Izaya's lips curled into a provocative smile as his heart went electric (whether it was in anticipation or something else entirely, he wasn't sure).

"Hmm." The informant's lips morphed into a fake frown. "You just wet my uniform. Now I'll have to put it in the washer and then dry it." He closed his red eyes and faked a sigh.

In response, Shizuo only ripped away the tiny black dress, leaving the man in his tights and panties. "There, now you don't."

Izaya's frown deepened. "Ne, Shizu-chan, cosplay isn't cheap, you know? I paid quite a lot of money for that!"

"Who cares about the goddamned dress?" Shizuo growled in frustration. Seriously, the flea talked way too much. "As hot as you may have looked as a maid, I'd much rather have you naked."

The comment was all it took to get the brunet's trademark smirk back in place. "Well, I'm not naked just yet, now am I?" He tugged loosely at the corner of the black, lacy panties, teasing smirk widening when he felt both the underwear and the tights being ripped away.

"Someone's eager today, huh?"

"Same goes for you."

"That doesn't really count, I'm always eager." Shizuo sighed.

"You talk too much." The blond's words dripped in annoyance, crashing his lips into Izaya's strongly, effectively shutting the brunet up. He thrust his tongue into the brunet's mouth, immediately drawing the other's tongue into a battle for dominance. Izaya moaned into the kiss, running the wet appendage along every dip and curve of Shizuo's mouth.

The ex-bartender pulled away and trailed sloppy kisses down the informant's throat, latching onto the junction between his shoulder and neck.

"Ahaaah, Shizu—oooh—" Izaya brought his hands to clutch at Shizuo's blond hair, pulling on it as the man both pumped his arousal and sucked at the sensitive skin.

"Hm, got you to say my actual name, huh?" the blond muttered against the skin, causing Izaya to shiver at the feel.

"Ngh, I wouldn't say I exactly said your full name…" the brunet retorted breathily. Shizuo ignored the comment and moved from sucking on the man's skin to licking the shell of his ear.

"We can fix that," Shizuo answered lustfully before gently biting down on Izaya's earlobe. The informant gasped and loudly moaned when the man began to suck on it. Izaya was drowning in a sea of pleasure and heat as Shizuo continued his ministrations, sucking in a sharp breath as the blond began to grind against him.

"F-fuc—" Izaya was cut off when Shizuo's lips promptly claimed his own. The man moaned appreciatively as the force of the kiss literally bent his head back over the side of the tub. Izaya slid his hands down from Shizuo's blond hair, instead bringing his arms to snake around the man's neck. The brunet harshly pulled the blond down so his top half was covered by Shizuo's.

Tongues and teeth frayed and clashed against one another as lust overtook every remaining conscious thought in their bodies. Izaya didn't wait for Shizuo to request entrance, eagerly opening his mouth so they could finally get on with it.

Izaya didn't even notice he had almost been close to orgasm until the intense pleasure in his lower half stopped when Shizuo decided to stop pumping him and trail his hand down.

The brunet bucked his hips up in protest, sending the water splashing out of the tub. A strong hand came down to hold the man's hips in place, letting Shizuo's other hand's fingers continue to trail the man's skin tantalizingly slow. A shudder ran up Izaya's spine when the blond's fingertips grazed his entrance, letting out a loud cry of pleasure as his fingers pushed through the tight muscles.

Shizuo broke the passionate kiss when he felt Izaya's grip on his neck become more insistent. He sunk his head down to bite at Izaya's shoulder, drawing both a moan and barely a drop of blood from the man. Shizuo began to thrust his fingers into Izaya, careful not to hurt the man too much as he scissored and stretched him properly.

Deciding it was time that the moans filling the small bathroom should not be only his own, Izaya brought a shaky hand to grip at Shizuo's length, stroking the man at a fervent pace in hopes of Shizuo following his speed.

The blond hissed in surprise and pleasure, causing his fingers to curl inside of Izaya—which in turn caused Izaya to arch against Shizuo's torso.

"Hahh—harder," the brunet breathed out, trying to push himself against the blond's digits despite the man holding him down.

Immediately, a smirk snuck itself onto the blond's face. He licked the blood up from Izaya's shoulder and leaned his ear closer to the brunet's mouth. "What was that?"

The informant gulped nervously, feeling both uneasy and incredibly turned on by the way their dominant roles switched when in sex. Izaya liked to feel in control at all times—even if he was bottom, he could easily control the situation, so why did this always play out so differently than from his expectations every single time?

The feel of his aching arousal throbbing effectively cut off his musings, deciding to swallow his pride and repeat himself; "H-harder."

"Hm, now what was it I wanted to hear again…" Shizuo pretended to think, stopping his fingers' movements within Izaya, causing the brunet to groan lightly in frustration.

"Please, Shizuo…" He normally wouldn't give in so easily—but he was horny, godammit. It had already started to hurt.

The blond let out a pleased hum, stretching his fingers once more before removing them, positioning his cock at Izaya's entrance. And just as he was about to push in…

ring, ring!

"For the love of…"

ring, ring! The blond's cell phone was persistent—and even though Shizuo deeply wished he could just ignore it, he feared it might have been Tom.

Tom. Shit.

The spell now broken, the blond half-reluctantly stood up from the tub, stepping out quickly before rushing out to answer his phone.

Izaya, still flushed in arousal, panting loudly and eyes half-lidded, immediately grew agitated. Who the fuck called someone at eight in the morning? With a frustrated sigh, he swung his legs over the tub, getting up and making his way over to Shizuo's room, where the blond was already speaking on the phone.

"I know, I know. I'll be there soon, Tom," Shizuo said to his boss. "No, no, nothing happened… I'm fine, really…"

Izaya moved quietly over to Shizuo before letting out a loud moan.

"Shizu-chaaaaaan~ We can't do it if you're on the phone!" he whined loudly, making sure to get as close as possible, breathing into the phone.

Shizuo blushed, stuttering profusely. Izaya winked, signaling him to follow along. "Shizu-chan, come on, It's starting to hurt," he panted.

Shizuo's eye twitched, not knowing what to do while Tom seemed to be stunned silent.

"Shizu-ch—haaaa, f-fuck," Izaya's wanton voice did not falter once, fake sex noises spilling from his lips naturally.

"Izaya…" the blond finally brought himself to stop him, letting out a low growl.

The informant only smiled, snatching the phone out of Shizuo's hand and pressed it to his ear before speaking breathlessly. "Ne, Tom, if you'd like, we can have a threesome?" He chuckled amusedly before Shizuo ripped the phone from Izaya.

"Stop it, flea!"

"Haaah, y-you're the one who's—" the sentence was cut short by a gasp, leaning closer into Shizuo so that his chest pressed against his while his lips hovered over the phone. A mewl escaped Izaya's lips before breathing harshly into the phone. "Sh-shizu-chan, I—"A gasp. "Didn't know you'd be i-into doing it while you're on the, haaa, phone…"

Shizuo felt his anger rise, tightening his grip on the phone. "Don't listen to the flea, Tom. He's just trying to fuck with y—" Shizuo gasped when he felt the brunet's teeth bite at his neck, purposely getting him to emit noises.

"Flea, I said s-stop i—shit," Shizuo breathed, feeling the warm, still-wet hand grasp his length, pumping it agonizingly slow. Shizuo took in a deep breath, attempting to compose himself enough to speak again.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he finally managed to say, snapping the phone shut before pushing the brunet away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Izaya smirked in response, tilting his head slightly to the side. "What do you think I was doing?" he asked innocently.

The blond glared at the man for a few moments before breathing out a frustrated sigh. After hurriedly putting on his bartender suit, he went for the door.

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The city buzzed around Tom and Shizuo as they walked down the crowded sidewalks of Ikebukuro. The smoke from the blond's cigarette blew up above him, mixing in with the polluted city air. Once the walking sign flashed green, the two followed the throng across the white-striped path.

The cloudy, pale, murky sky above their heads told a pluvious future, the amount of differently-coloured umbrellas gripped in various cold hands further confirming the suspicion. Tom and Shizuo had only met with three people so far, and the obstreperous cacophony of the city was not doing anything to alleviate the blond's headache.

"Fancy seeing you here, Shizu-chan~" The tell-tale sound of the informant's voice warped the calm air between the pair into a tense silence, most likely caused by the memory of the phone conversation had earlier that morning (which Tom had chosen not to bring up).

Despite the activities the supposed enemies had been partaking in for the last week, Shizuo snapped the cigarette in two, feeling the anger rise out of habit. Soon enough, the rabbit chase began—the two jumped over railings and ran past fearful crowds fumbling to make way for them as Izaya dodged the objects thrown his way.

It was almost as if nothing had happened for the past seven days. Almost. Maybe it would have been as if they were switching back to the usual routine had Izaya not been planning something.

The brunet turned a corner into a secluded alleyway, purposely slowing down so he would allow Shizuo to catch up. The blond roughly grasped Izaya's shoulder, spinning the man around before grabbing a fistful of the brunet's lately-absent black shirt.

A smirk etched itself across Izaya's jaw as his face was lifted to level with Shizuo's, feeling the habitual anger radiate off the blond as they breathed the same air.

"I see we're back to our usual routine, huh, Shizu-chan?" the brunet asked teasingly. It was a rhetorical question—Izaya had no intention of reverting back to their old ways. Not unless it mixed in with their newer, much more exciting pastime.

Before allowing the man to answer his question, Izaya dug his nails into Shizuo's chest, forcing himself up onto the very tips of his toes as he leaned in to lick up the blond's jaw. "I was hoping we had already moved on to a more… enjoyable hobby." His mouth now aligned with the man's ear. "Plus… I do believe we have an unfinished game from this morning."

The involuntary shiver the words had brought Shizuo caused a change in mood. His grip on the informant's shirts loosened slightly, but didn't completely let go.

"Not now, Izaya," Shizuo's said, half-reluctant to deny himself what he had been forced to interrupt earlier that morning. "This is hardly the place…"

Red orbs became half-lidded, taunting smirk forming into a sultry smile as he lessened his hold on the blond's shirt, opting to graze his nails down Shizuo's clothed torso. Izaya brought his face mere millimetres apart from the blond's, brushing his lips over Shizuo's teasingly.

"Who cares?" he breathed against them, speaking in seductive, barely-there whispers. "If you're really that worried, though—I assure you this place is pretty secluded. No one will come around." And with that, the brunet's hands finally reached the end of their path, hooking a finger into the hem of his pants as the other hand reached lower to give the blond's growing bulge a firm rub.

This was all the motivation Shizuo needed.

Before Izaya could lean in completely to capture the blond's lips with his own, he was interrupted when Shizuo roughly drove his lithe body into a cold, brick wall, his impatient hands darting to the his pants' buttons. The blond's fingers fumbled with them for a few seconds before ripping open the zipper, harshly pushing the pants down. Seeking lips crashed into others, teeth clashing and tongues dancing, fighting for dominance as they explored each other's mouths.

A muffled moan echoed off rusted red walls, fingers coming up to thread between blond locks. At feeling Shizuo's fingers dip beneath his boxers and pump his already-hard erection, Izaya arched his back into the man's chest, bringing his free hand to slip beneath the blond's shirt to explore the toned muscles.

"Shit." The breathy whisper-moan trickled past the informant's lips once Shizuo lifted his mouth from Izaya's to suck on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He curved his neck towards the blond, granting him better access to the previously-marked skin.

Shizuo responded by giving a hard suck, licking along flushed skin up to Izaya's ear before nipping it lightly.

Another medley of moans slipped past their lips as they both pumped their leaking arousals in hand. The brunet felt Shizuo's head rest on his shoulder for a brief second in attempts to calm his ragged breathing before snapping his head up and once again covering the informant's lips with his own. They nipped and licked at each other's lips until both were swollen, moaning into each other's mouths once in a while whenever one did something the other liked.

Just as Shizuo began to trail his finger down the hot skin to the brunet's entrance, a stuttered cough pierced through the steamy atmosphere. Both heads snapped to the direction of the sound, eyes wide and faces flushing in now-embarrassment (and partial anger).

"… I'll leave…" Tom coughed out, widened eyes averting their gaze as he quickly turned on his heel and walked away from the secluded alleyway.

The two stayed in stunned silence for a few moments before both sighing simultaneously, annoyed about being interrupted for the second time that day.

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A used cigarette fell on the sidewalk right outside of Russia Sushi, a shoe coming down to crush it into the pavement. The shoes then proceeded to step forward into the barely-inhabited sushi shop, bell ringing when two men walked inside.

"Shi-zu-o! Tom-san! Welcome!" Simon greeted upon the two's arrival. The dread-locked man smiled amiably while Shizuo, as usual, stared off almost blankly.

"Hello, Simon," Tom replied, and after a few short words later, the pair was sitting down, waiting for their lunch to arrive so they could go back to working.

"… Be right back," Shizuo mumbled, standing. The only explanation he gave was another muttered word; "Bathroom."

The blond stepped into the restaurant's bathroom only to find a certain informant already inside, washing his hands at the sink.

"The fuck?"

Izaya blinked his red eyes at the mirror, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Shizuo. A slow smirk spread across his face, rich laughter filling the bathroom a second later.

"Shizu-chan," he begins once his laughter dies down. "It seems like fate wants us to continue our game!"

Shizuo's eye twitched, looking at the brunet with a slightly annoyed expression. "Are you following me, flea?"

Izaya's lids lowered half-way, smirk widening. "Don't flatter yourself, Shizu-chan. I was just eating here."

"I don't believe you." Shizuo wasn't so sure why he continued to act angry, even when alone in different scenery. Maybe it was instinct—yeah, that was probably it. This realization caused Shizuo to shift uncomfortably, feeling his anger seep out from him.

Instead, the blond felt uncomfortable. He couldn't stop his eyes from raking the brunet's lithe body, a blush staining his cheeks as thoughts of what they have been spending their time doing instead of their daily game of cat and mouse flooded his mind. Izaya moaning underneath him, panting heavily, perspiration clinging to his flushed skin as half-lidded eyes blankly stared in his direction flashed before his eyes, causing him to avert his amber eyes in embarrassment.

The blond knew the scene never quite played out like that—the information broker is much too prideful to ever be seen that submissive. Izaya would at least make an attempt at making snide remarks, trying to control the situation in any way possible.

Izaya didn't respond to Shizuo's statement, turning so he was leaning against the counter. Shizuo's embarrassment did not go unnoticed to the brunet's vigilant red eyes, smirk widening at the small surge of power he felt from being able to control Ikebukuro's strongest like this.

"Naughty, Shizu-chan," the brunet mocked, gripping the sides of the counter before pushing himself off and inching towards the blond. "This is a public bathroom, you know?"

"W-what? I didn't do anyth—"

"But you thought it," Izaya cut Shizuo off, chuckling when he responded by widening his eyes and looking away once more.

"Tch, shut up, flea. How would you know what I'm thinking?" he muttered.

Izaya took a second to react to the words. He blinked first, a small tug at the corner of his lips before he began laughing. Hands came to clutch at his stomach as he doubled over in his amusement. Shizuo only watched with narrowed eyes, looking up to meet crimson eyes once they reopened and the brunet ceased his laughter.

"Please, Shizu-chan. You're an open book."

Shizuo looked uncomfortable, taking a step back into one of the stalls, and Izaya continued forward, sultry smile painted across his jaw.

The blond gulped. "I thought you used to hate me because you thought I was unpredictable…"

Izaya's smile now held a tint of amusement, eyes sparking at Shizuo's words.

"Used to?" he mused aloud, coming to a stop directly in front of the blond. Shizuo's back was pressed flat against the wall, feeling his heart beat against his chest harder as Izaya leaned in closer so that his eyes bore directly into the blond's. "What makes you think I still don't hate you?"

Words hung in the air, unanswered as Shizuo mulled it over in his head. He knew his conclusion had been the logical one—it was normal to interpret Izaya's behaviour for the past week in a way that suggested he no longer held that deeply rooted hatred they both had shared.

Confusion soon flooded Shizuo's senses, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked into the brunet's swirling crimson orbs. If he still hates him, then why…

Izaya had stopped a breath away from the blond's face, both their lips slightly parted. They could feel each other's breathing as warm air caressed their faces at timed intervals. A small tug was pulling the corner of the informant's lips upward into a half-smirk, still doing his best to look like he always does; mocking, tempting, dangerous.

Shizuo forced himself to ration his breaths, lowering his eyelids half way as he allowed himself to relax.

"It doesn't make sense," he whispered lowly.

Both hearing and feeling the words' wind against his skin clutched at his heart; sent it pounding against Izaya's chest in panic. He couldn't let him even have the slightest idea that he was lying—he couldn't have him know that all those years of hatred were—

No. He'll tell him exactly where he stands.

"Shizu-chan," he starts, smirk fully developing across his face into one as mocking yet seductive as possible, "It's obvious. Though, I suppose I should have known better than to think a brute like you would know that this 'game' has nothing to do with feelings." Izaya laughed for extra measure—a loud, menacing cackle that did nothing but remind Shizuo of how their interactions used to be. It set the blond on edge. He could feel the anger begin to rise back up, every word he had told himself a little earlier about it being instinct slowly swirling away.

Izaya calmed his laughter, leaving him with amused tears brimming at his eyes before continuing: "No, no, Shizu-chan… this is a game of power, of dominance—of control." He narrowed his eyes dangerously at the blond, leaning in even closer until their noses brushed past one another and their lips were millimetres apart. He lowered his voice to a whisper as Shizuo had done earlier, "And so far, you're losing. I've got you wrapped around my finger, Shizu-chan."

As the brunet continued spewing out words, the blond's anger was growing and growing, clenching and unclenching his fists periodically to distract himself from punching the flea, like he usually would—but with those last words, the anger reached its limit, and he snapped.

In one swift motion, Shizuo pushed himself off the wall he was pressed up against, causing Izaya to stumble away from him. Feeling the ex-bartender's anger roll off of him in waves, Izaya did his best to hide the small surge of fear he felt at being trapped in a tiny bathroom stall with the monster.

Shizuo stepped forward and Izaya unconsciously stepped backwards. The blond saw panic flicker in Izaya's eyes—but it was gone as fast as it had appeared, the obnoxious grin on his face never faltering.

"Fucking flea," the blond growled. Izaya took a full step back into the bathroom stall's door, Shizuo following right after. A strong hand came to wrap around the informant's neck, holding him in place as he aligned his lips to Izaya's ear. "I don't know if you have a bad memory or what, but as far as dominance goes; I top. I always do."

This time, Izaya didn't need to force his laughter. He pressed his head back against the door while he shut his eyes and laughed in amusement. "Oh, Shizu-chan. I'm not talking about that kind of dominance. I mean the kind that is emotionally involved. Because I'm above of humanity, I'm not so easily influenced by such things… but you, Shizu-chan… Well I'd say you're governed by your heart. Your emotions along with your monstrous strength are the cause of the damage—if you weren't so easily angered, people probably wouldn't run away in fear at the sound of your name."

"Shut up!" the blond snarled, tightening the grip he had around the brunet's neck. Izaya coughed, choking on his chuckles before bringing his hands to pull at the blond's.

When Izaya finally stopped choking, his smirk was still in place, albeit a bit weaker, which only did to anger the blond further.

"See what I mean?" Izaya managed to say breathlessly, "Whether you love me, hate me, or lust after me—you still can't stop thinking about me. Your emotions are too strong. So, no matter how you think about me, I've still got you wrapped around my finger." Izaya coughed again, concentrating on breathing through his nose once the fit was over. "This is not a game of who cares the most, Shizu-chan. It's a game of who cares less."

At first, Shizuo was rendered speechless. He didn't know how to react to Izaya's words, repeating them over and over in his head. About a minute later, he finally formulated a response:

"Fine. You want a game? I'll play," Shizuo growled lowly into Izaya's ear, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. "I'll show you you're not as indestructible as you think. You're not above the rest of humanity, you're not a god."

Shizuo brought his free hand to slowly caress Izaya's sides much too carefully, almost as if the informant was fragile. Izaya's eyes widened in disbelief, a stronger sense of panic caging his heart. Was Shizuo… mocking him?

The brunet couldn't help but feel paralyzed as he felt Shizuo's tongue lick slowly along the crook of his neck, stopping to suck at a patch of skin gently. He felt Shizuo's hands creep underneath his shirt, brushing his fingers against his skin, tracing soothing, soft circles that felt much better than they should.

Slowly, the blond unwrapped his hand from around Izaya's neck, bringing it down slowly to the hem of the brunet's pants. Hooking a finger into his belt loops, Shizuo tugged, pressing Izaya closer to him, leaving little to no space between their bodies.

Shizuo switched from sucking to planting soft butterfly kisses all over his neck and shoulder. Izaya bit his lip to stop from moaning. His eyes closed involuntarily, letting his head fall back against the door again as Shizuo continued his ministrations.

Fuck. Why did it feel so good? Izaya inwardly cursed himself for craving more of Shizuo's touches. How could he let himself get in this situation? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He felt a pressure building in his chest, and he soon was forced to release his lower lip to take deep breaths. When Shizuo began to rub circles into the skin above his pants with his thumb, a small whimper spilled from Izaya's lips. The brunet felt the small smirk against his skin as Shizuo kissed the top of his chest.

When the blond raised his head to rest his forehead against the informant's, he dipped his hand fully into Izaya's pants and rubbed his erection through his boxers. He grinned at seeing Izaya's mouth part in a silent moan, watching the brunet's face flush a darker shade of pink.

"You'll see, Izaya," Shizuo whispered, bringing their faces closer together until their lips pressed lightly against each other. Izaya opened half-lidded eyes, blurrily meeting Shizuo's gaze.

The blond's next words were spoken against his lips: "You're as human as I am."

Trembling hands pressed on the blond's chest, trying to create enough space for him to breath and try and retort. But just as he gave a weak push, the sound of the public bathroom's door swinging open echoed off the tiled walls.

Izaya's eyes flew open, and the two froze in their movements, unconsciously trying to ration their breathing so they wouldn't be heard. Everything in the room remained fretfully still until a small stirring noise was heard from the door.

"Shi-zu-o! Sushi served for some time, already! It will get cold!" Simon's voice reached their ears, previously stiff faces contorting into confused expressions.

"Cold?" Shizuo whispered to himself in confusion.

When the door slammed back shut, Izaya let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, doing little to take advantage of the slackened hold Shizuo had on him.

"Since when the fuck was sushi hot?" the blond growled lowly. Izaya raised his red eyes to look at his amber orbs glaring at the stall's door, as if it was its fault they were interrupted yet again. He continued to blankly stare at the irritation grow in the ex-bartender's face, trying to recompose his thoughts and figure out what exactly had just happened.

Within a minute or two, his clandestine grin reappeared on his pale face moments before his laughter followed.

Shizuo's already anger-twisted face snapped down so his glare pierced Izaya's face, his laughter irritating him further. "What the fuck are you laughing at now?"

"You," replied Izaya simply, peering at Shizuo through half-lidded eyes. "Have all these interruptions gotten you sexually frustrated, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo sputtered, red growing in his cheeks like it had done before his sudden take in control. Before he could deny it, Izaya slipped away from his grasp, taking advantage of the blond's shocked state to quickly open the stall's door and exit into the sink area. The informant twirled on his feet to lay his gaze onto the still-stunned brute.

"In that case…" the smirk morphed into a mocking smile, "catch me if you can~!" The brunet waved familiar blue-shaded sunglasses at Shizuo, and then he was out the door, Shizuo following behind him not too long afterwards. The people in the restaurant blinked before stumbling to get out of the way, their adrenaline pushing them to move out of harm's way just as the two rushed past.

And the cat chase began again; rushing through the city buzz, dodging the people and fast-paced cars as best as they could. They ripped through like a hurricane, leaving a mess of flying papers, toppled objects, and disoriented people behind.

Izaya would glance over his shoulder every so often, making sure the brute was still following behind, catching his anger-lit eyes for a moment before continuing down.

Shizuo realized how immature he must have sounded when he shouted "Give them back!" Mentally cringing at the fact that they sound like a couple of middle school students… except with a more destructive… and… sexual behaviour…

But the concept was still the same.

Chuckling, the informant rounded a corner, swiftly jumping onto a railing. One foot came down to press against the metal before he was back up in the air, running down a narrow strip of concrete jutting out of the building. He used his arms to balance himself as he jumped a particularly long distance, taking just a brief moment of steadying himself on the neon sign he was currently on before looking down at the blond, knowing he wouldn't have followed him up. The brute's build would not allow him to run the space he just had.

Smirking, he took the glasses back out of his jacket, dangling them over the blond's head. He received a scowl in return, blatantly displaying his annoyance with him. Izaya let out a laugh. "Would you really spend your whole afternoon chasing me just to get these back?"

Shizuo blinked. For the first time since they left Russia Sushi, he looked around at his surroundings, watching the sunset's rose-tipped fingers peak from behind the tall buildings. The normal crowd of people began to disband, and their buzzing energy slowed to a peaceful hum as most prepared to return to their respective homes.

As Izaya lowered himself to sit on the sign, his legs dangling twenty or so feet from the ground, he couldn't help but feel like he has the upper hand. Shizuo is not human. He is an animal. A monster. But just like Shizuo had said to him a few hours back… maybe he does have some human within him after all. Maybe, with a little more effort than what he used on normal people, he could manipulate him, too.

What fuelled his confidence this time around, however, lay more on the fact that he was treading on a more personal emotion. Love. A tricky one, indeed. But effective, if you knew which buttons to press and when.

Izaya's amused chuckle rang clearly through the quickly chilling air, granting him the blond's attention once again. "Shizu-chan… can you seriously say that you'd do that? For a piece of plastic?" He set his half-lidded, mocking red gaze on Shizuo.

The blond's scowl was back, but it looked as if his anger considerably lessened.

Good, thought Izaya, maybe it was working. He pressed on;

"Maybe there's another reason as well…?" he suggested innocently.

"Well, 'course there is, flea," Shizuo growled, hand enclosing around a stop sign. The sound of metal bending filled the air as his grip tightened, "I hate you," and then he uprooted the pole from the concrete.

Izaya laughed. "Such a change, Shizu-chan~! If my memory serves me correctly, a few hours earlier you were actually being gentle with me."

Shizuo scoffed. "And you liked it."

Izaya's mocking gaze turned hard, a frown usurping his lips. "Whether I enjoyed it or not, I don't see how that changes your actions."

A scowl twisted the blond's facial features, gripping the street pole with both his fists, ready to strike when Izaya was close enough. He chose to ignore the red-eyed informant. "Stop being a fucking coward and come down and fight for once, flea!"

At this, the corners of the brunet's lips upturned in slight amusement. "For once?" he echoed to himself, pausing. "Heh."

Izaya pulled himself to stand back up on the sign, his hair covering his face for a few seconds as he straightened himself out. He looked back down with his red-swirling eyes, a smirk once again drawn onto his face. Without another word, his hand dipped into his pocket, quickly taking something between his fingers. As he took the object out of his jacket's pocket, Shizuo barely had enough time to catch a glimpse of it as Izaya swung his arm forward, a glint of metal reflecting in the sun as it rushed towards him.

Shizuo shifted his position only slightly, the blade barely an inch away from his has it zoomed past. The blond took a moment to react before he let out a growl, throwing his own weapon, the pole, at his enemy.

There was a crash, and then smoke filled the general area where it had struck. By the time it cleared, Izaya was nowhere to be seen.

I hope you like the random addition of potential plot! :'D

And, uh. Just a reply to my only anonymous review...

Om nom nom: Thank you~ And haha, well. Who wouldn't, knowing Izaya is waiting for them?

Ok, so... I'll try to update as soon as I can, guys! Finals start on Tuesday, . ; A;