Tension

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Shizuo noticed when Izaya disappeared. He was rather glad that he gave up, at least for today. He just wanted to get himself some dinner and head home. Once he was inside of the building he placed his order and waited around for it. Once it was safe in the bag he waved to the man then headed out,

“I’ll see you later Simon.” He called out to the big man then headed home. He’d pick up some milk then go home and enjoy his food.

Shizuo pushed open the door and stepped up inside of his apartment and closed the door behind him. Once his shoes were kicked off he stepped up and inhaled softly. He walked down the hall and dropped the food onto the coffee table. He took off his sunglasses and laid them on the window between the living room and kitchen as well as his bow tie. He popped open a few of the top buttons and padded around the room then sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV and dug his food and milk out.

It was about an hour later that he turned off the TV and got up, cleaning up his mess. Once that was settled he checked the time. It was just past seven o’clock. He moped around the house for a little bit cleaning things up and just wasting time. He tried to stay busy and keep his mind off of things.

He wasted enough time that it was now around nine thirty. He stood up from the floor in the second room and rolled down his sleeves. He had boxes of things from his childhood that he was sorting through. Just odd and end things, some things of Kasuka’s he was holding onto for his brother. He walked out of the room and pulled the door closed. He crossed the hall and opened his bedroom door.

Shizuo was maybe a step into the room when he froze and looked around. “Something… is wrong.” He muttered looking around the room. He glanced over his bed and here and there then stopped, narrowing his eyes on his nightstand.

It was the most recent picture he had of his brother, taken two years ago at his movie premier. Their mother loved that picture, both her boys together. He walked over and looked around the night stand to make sure it didn’t fall onto the floor or anything,

It didn’t take him long before he got up and stormed out of the bedroom. He walked down the hall, grabbed his keys, pulled on his shoes and left.
“IIIIIIIIIZZZZZAAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!” He yelled out into the night before he ran off.

He is going to find that rat bastard and rip him apart. Tear him apart one limp at a time, starting with the smallest one. You just do not go into someone’s house and steal something, you don’t do it. He was enraged. Not just because it was Izaya, but because someone got in and out of his apartment. The fact that it was Izaya just made it worse.

His plan was to find the bastard, get his picture back, and then in the morning he’d start his search for a new place to live. He was not having a repeat of this.

Seeing as he wasn’t some stalker, he had no idea where Izaya lived, thus heading for his office. Once the building was in view he ran for it, he ran into the building, checked the name and darter for the right floor, taking the stairs two at a time.

He ran full charge for his door, bashing his shoulder into it. He moved back and rammed his shoulder once again into it. It was on the third time that he felt the door give and fall forward into the office. He stepped up onto it and walked into the office, turning to look at Izaya as he sat behind his desk.

“ORIHARA.” he said as loud as he could behind gritted teeth.

[UndergroundGod]

It took about twenty minutes before Izaya arrived back at his office. He figured he might have a little while to wait. Though he was sure that Shizuo would notice the missing photo as soon as he went back into the bedroom, he couldn't know how long it would be until Shizuo went there. Honestly, Izaya didn't even know when Shizuo would go home next. He could be out until late if he was working that night.

But Izaya was willing to wait. If he went home, he'd only come back to a trashed office, he figured. When he'd broken in, he knew his efforts might take hours to pay off, but he was willing to put in that time. As he fooled around on the computer, Izaya tried not to focus too heavily on why he was waiting (lest his heart start pounding uncomfortably), though his ear were focused, waiting for the sounds of angry footsteps, the scream of his name, or the pounding on his door that would inevitably follow.

Hours passed.

Izaya actually hadn't been waiting as long as he anticipated when he heard the sound of heavy, running footsteps in the hallway. The information broker was immediately put on alert, and it was only a second later that something SLAMMED against his door hard enough to make Izaya actually jump. He pushed his chair out from under him, moving quickly to get out from behind his desk. He loved that thing and didn't think it should be a casualty of the game he was playing, he moved quickly towards the door to minimize the distance Shizuo would go to get to him, though he remained far enough away that as Shizuo burst down the door, Izaya was out of its way.

He stood about ten feet away, grinning lightly at the raging blond who had just appeared in his doorway, "Ah, it's about time you showed up, Shizu-chan~"

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Shizuo panted then charged for the man. He didn't care what the hell happened her was getting his hands on him one way or another. He'd start by ripping his fingers from his hands. He raised his hands up to grab him just as Izaya had raised up his arms to protect his face. He wasn't picky, he grabbed his forearms tightly and jammed Izaya's back into the wall rather roughly.

“Listen here you little thieving shit. You give that picture back right now. Or I will rip your arm from your body and smack you in the face with it. You got me.” He said pulling back only yo bash him against the wall, his body pressed against Izaya's as his hands gripped into his forearms. He wasn't playing, he wanted that picture back to he could get out of here.

“Now tell me where in the hell you put it.” He growled out between his teeth, nails cutting into the material that rested around his arms.

[UndergroundGod]

It was only a split second later that Shizuo charged at him. Izaya had anticipated that and his arms came up as handles for Shizuo to take hold of.

Shizuo took the bait. He grabbed his forearms as he shoved him back against the wall; the impact forced the air from his lungs and knocked the smile off his lips. Suddenly, Shizuo was completely consuming his vision. He could feel the man touching him everywhere, his body pressed tightly between Shizuo's and the wall. Shizuo's grip hurt his arms, but he could ignore it. With the man breathing heavily against his lips the way he was, the heat of his body on top of him… Izaya could easily ignore the pain.

His face was unintentionally serious as he looked up at Shizuo. All traces of that usual shit-eating grin were gone. His lips were slightly parted as he sucked in a breath and panted softly. For a moment… he just watched Shizuo. He looked at that enraged look on his face that Izaya maybe thought was fading just a tiny bit with each breath he took, He admired his strong jaw and handsome features, and oh god, Shizuo's body was so hot this close, Izaya had never been this close to anyone before and he could hear his heart going thaTHUMP thaTHUMP thaTHUMP in his chest so loud that surely Shizuo could hear it as well.

There was dead silence for a moment after Shizuo's threat that Izaya hadn't been listening to. There was nothing but silence as Izaya leaned forward from the wall, his head coming off of it an inch or so to once again press his lips against Shizuo's.

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Shizuo's eyes were narrowed, his look was firm. The longer he had him pressed against the wall, feeling Izaya's breath on his face the soft his face became. He blinked a few times watching the smaller man as he slowly leaned in.

“Shit is he... doing what... Oh god.” He thought as he then felt Izaya's lips on his. He thought about pulling back but instead found himself relaxing a little, his eyes closing slowly. It didn't take him to long before he started to return the kiss. He puckered up and kissed him then pulled back, blinking.

“Zaya.” He breathed out trying to sound a bit more firm when it actually came out to be. He was breathy and heated and dammit, he wanted to kiss him again. So he did.

Shizuo quickly leaned back in and covered Izaya's mouth with his own. This time it started out a bit messy but he quickly got it together and stayed there. Pressing his body and mouth against Izaya's.

[UndergroundGod]

Shizuo hadn't stopped him as Izaya leaned in to kiss him. His eyes closed, he felt the man freeze up again, like he had during that first kiss… but unlike that first kiss, Izaya had no means of pulling away and using the kiss as an escape route. Shizuo kept him pressed firmly against the wall as he kissed him, though his grip did loosen, the pain fading.

And then Izaya felt something that he couldn't have predicted. He felt Shizuo's lips moving against him.

It was only for a second before Shizuo pulled his face back, using his height to put a bit of distance between their faces. Izaya fully expected the man to leave then. He expected him to jolt, the picture and his anger forgotten and replaced with confusion, irritation, frustration… some emotion that Izaya could understand at the outcome of all this.

Instead, he heard and watched his name fall softly from Shizuo's lips, only… not his name. It was only partially his name, as if Shizuo was too breathless to bother with the first syllable, and Izaya felt a strange heat on his face in the thankfully dim room, as his head moved back to rest against the wall.

As if to prove him wrong in his predictions even further, not only did Shizuo not run… but then his face moved forward, towards Izaya's, Izaya watched his eyes closing as the older man pressed their lips together this time. Izaya's eyes widened, he sucked in a deep breath as his heart leapt into his throat, glad that Shizuo's body was pressed against him because he felt… suddenly weak, like he was shaking for some reason.

Shizuo… Shizuo was kissing him. Holy hell, Shizuo was kissing him.

Izaya felt Shizuo leaning into him as he kissed him softly, the pressure of his body increasing against his. His fingers flexed and unflexed, feeling the tension of Shizuo's hands on his arms. He tried to not let the heat of Shizuo on top of him affect him the way his body wanted it to.

He resisted the urge to push the kiss forward for a few minutes. This was a treacherously unstable situation; Izaya couldn't be sure what would be pushing Shizuo too far, or what would make him run, and the last thing he wanted to do right now was scare Shizuo off. To prevent that, he made the subtlest of moves, parting his lips beneath Shizuo's.

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It didn't take to much longer before he moved his hand from Izaya's arms. Letting them drop down. He did however placed on of his hands flat against the wall right above Izaya's shoulder as he kissed him. Feeling his lips on his again was nice, really nice actually. Course he'd rather be dead then admit that.

With just the slightest of movement he opened his mouth a little as well. He moved his tongue, letting it flick against Izaya's lip. Wondering, almost expecting a knife in his neck at this point.

His left hand moved up and rested on Izaya's hip, as he shifted his body against him. Was this taking it to far? What was to far? Was there a to far? Hell they were both adults, it's not like it mattered... at least in that way. Okay he needed to stop thinking and just enjoy Izaya's mouth on his. Shizuo inhaled and hummed a little, Izaya really did smell nice. Course this was only the second time that he'd been this close to him to notice.

[UndergroundGod]

Soon, Shizuo's arms released his and Izaya wasn't quite sure what to do with them. He lowered then slightly at first, too focused on the feeling of Shizuo's lips and the way his tongue swiped over his own lips to be concerned about what his arms were doing.

Eventually, he found them moving on their own. One gravitated slowly towards Shizuo's chest, the hand resting on his neck over the collar of his shirt, cupping the back of his neck and holding him ever-so-gently in place against his lips. His other hand moved up to Shizuo's cheek again to feel the soft skin. Both were placed to drawn his own focus to the kiss, and the kiss alone, needing to focus on that over the hand that Shizuo had so lasciviously placed on his hip, because sweet god, that just…

Instead, he shifted his focus, and mirrored Shizuo's move, his tongue swiping forward against Shizuo's lips as his heart did a somersault; his own movement was a bit bolder than Shizuo's, but not much so. He didn't want to scare the man away from this, and the situation felt precarious. One wrong move and Shizuo might…

But Izaya was so… he felt so… so blown away, so riled up, but he thought to himself that, no, no, that might be too much, that with Shizuo pressed so tightly against him, none of his reactions were secret, so he just needed to stay calm. He didn't know how Shizuo would react if Izaya had such a reaction to such a soft, innocent kiss, and to the not so innocent placement of his hand hotly on his hip like this and the way he could feel the heat of his entire body, and it was almost too much for Izaya to control, considering, considering…

This was his first kiss. This was the closest he'd ever been with another human being (if that's what he and Shizuo really were), and he wasn't sure where this was going or what was happening beyond that fact that he never wanted it to stop.

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Shizuo gasped and broke the kiss. He pulled back panting softly as his eyes searched Izaya's face. He took a step back but pulled Izaya with him. He moved both his hands around and rested them both firmly on his hips then as he leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.

He pulled his face away from him again, “I don't know what normally happens after that.” He said looking Izaya in the face. The picture was forgotten for the moment. There was a bit more of a pressing need. He needed to know why Izaya kissed him again and he needed to know why he wanted to kiss him again.

“Should we sit on the couch or something?” He asked looking over at the couch that Izaya had in his office. His fingers pressed a bit more firmly into Izaya's hips as he stood there a little bit away from the wall, eye balling the couch before he turned and looked back at Izaya. Staring at his lips, wanting to taste them again.

With that thought he leaned in and bite at Izaya's lower lip softly and tugged a little at it before he let it go and looked him in the eye again.

[UndergroundGod]

The kiss lasted another moment before Shizuo pulled back breathlessly (leaving Izaya equally breathless), pulling him off the wall and towards him, though in all honesty, Izaya hadn't been quite ready to support his own weight fully, so he ended up leaning against Shizuo, his hands still touching him, his face hovering as close as possible, asking for more contact and shivering as Shizuo's other hand moved to his hip as well.

If Izaya had been so… completely involved in all this, he might have actually laughed at Shizuo's confession—not at him, of course, just at the fact that he would admit that. He was so… blunt, so straightforward and ridiculously honest, even when he may have been risking himself to be so. Not to mention that there was something… comforting about Shizuo's statement. Izaya liked the idea that Shizuo didn't know what came next, because if meant that… he's never been this far.

Izaya was perfectly happy knowing that, knowing that he was treading these new waters together with Shizuo; he didn't know what happened next either, though he wasn't as willing to admit it.

Shizuo suggested moving to the couch, but… Izaya didn't know. He wasn't even quite sure what they were doing, how far they were going, or what was happening. The idea of the couch was foreign to him. For him, all that he wanted his brain to process was what was happening right now, in this moment.

And in this moment, Shizuo was kissing him again. The man bit at his lip and Izaya gasped softly, but couldn't keep himself from pressing forward again. He pressed his lips back against Shizuo's leaning up into him as he sucked the man's lower lip into his mouth briefly before swiping his tongue over it again.

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Shizuo gasped as he moved forward and pressed him once more back against the wall. He panted against his mouth, opening it as he leaned in and kissed him. The tip of his tongue caressed Izaya's teeth. He placed a bit of pressure on Izaya's hips and shifted his own up against him.

Once Izaya finally opened his mouth he pushed his tongue inside and groaned, blushing softly. He wasn't used to that loud of a sound coming from him, or the way another mouth tasted. It was good and he could stop, he wanted more from him and from this, whatever the hell this was.

He let his instinct take off and just went with it, kissing was good. It was something he was slowly getting better at and liked doing. He'd just focus on the kissing him thing and the pressing close thing. Since so far that was working, it'd work a big longer.

Shizuo let his tongue explore every inch and space of Izaya's mouth, caressing the roof of his mouth as he moved his hips against him just slightly. Causing a small amount of friction between the two of them. Enjoying it so much more then he ever thought he would, ever.

[UndergroundGod]

It turned out that their time away from the wall was short lived. No sooner had Izaya kissed Shizuo again than the man was pushing him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together again, though this time he had a handle on his hips, now able to hold them closer than before. God, his hands felt so erotic there, Izaya was fighting to breath properly as Shizuo kissed him, not sure whether it should be through his mouth or his nose or…

Before he knew it, Shizuo's tongue had moved forward more, was pushing into his mouth, and Izaya was happy to let him, the taste of tobacco suddenly prominent, though Izaya couldn't say he cared. He'd smoked cigarettes a few times before, thinking with a blush as he'd done so that that's what Shizuo's mouth would taste like… he was prepared for it, anticipated it, and holy fuck, Shizuo's tongue was in his mouth, just thinking about what was actually happening nearly made him gasp for breath again because there was no way this was happening, Izaya must be dreaming or hallucinating or…

But no, Shizuo's tongue was completely consuming his mouth, touching every surface, claiming all of it, and Izaya had never felt so… submissive before, so willing to give in to all of someone's demands from him.

His own tongue coaxed Shizuo's as his hand gripped at the man's collar, tugging at it lightly. He heard Shizuo groan and he swallowed the urge that arose to reply vocally.

There was a problem though. All of this contact, all of this friction, especially the friction that Shizuo was now creating, moving their hips together like he was… it was beyond Izaya's control. He'd honestly been impressed at himself so far, holding back as long as he had when he'd never even had someone to practice how to hold back with. But with Shizuo's hips moving against his in the way they were, Izaya surprised himself with a subtle moan as his arousal slowly made itself known.

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Shizuo had a hard time keeping it all together. He was torn between being heavily freaked out that he was enjoying this so much and just seeing how far it could go. He decided the latter of the two for the moment. He might come to regret that or change his mind. He was allowed to change his mind.

He continued to caress and explore his mouth with his tongue, letting himself be thrown into the kiss. That was till he felt it. There was something that was... was it him? Maybe it was Izaya? He wasn't sure. He shifted his hips a little then mentally cursed, it was both of them. He was feeling himself become rather annoyed with a deeper desire then the kissing was giving him. By the way it felt, he was having the same effect on Izaya. Only thing was, he had no idea what to do. Did he run off or stay and deal with it.

It decided to stay a little longer. He stopped moving his hips against Izaya but did move his hand to his thigh and scratched at it over the pants as he kissed him, caressing his tongue with his own and humming softly here and there. At least he knew he wasn't the only one freaking out at being turned by making out. Or so he thought.

In all honesty, it all felt far to good to stop right now. He just wasn't freaked out enough by them both being mildly turned on.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya had been afraid that Shizuo would pull away at that. Kissing was one thing, but this was something else entirely. Izaya hadn't thought that Shizuo would be… okay with that.

Then again, Izaya never would have predicted any of this. He never would have guessed that Shizuo would be kissing him, holding their hips together, would be just as aroused as he was, if what Izaya felt was any indication. Though that was the one thing about Shizuo that drove Izaya crazy; he could have such a difficult time predicting exactly what Shizuo would do. That first kiss had been an indulgence and an escape. If Izaya had thought that it could lead to something like this… he would have tried it years ago.

His hand moved from Shizuo's face up into his hair, the feeling of the soft strands surprising and wonderful as his finger trailed along his scalp. He felt Shizuo's fingernail raked over his thigh through his pants and he inhaled sharply through the nose, nibbling at Shizuo's bottom lip in retaliation.

How long would this last? What happened next? Not just next tonight, but next tomorrow, next next week? More importantly… how exactly was this going to end?

Izaya tried to force the questions from his mind and just focus on the man pressed up again him, invading his mouth with his tongue. He was sure he would have plenty of time to overthink the situation later.

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Shizuo gasped against the kiss as he wrapped his arm around Izaya’s lower back. He felt another groan buddle up and escape his lips. It was getting really hot in here and he was getting more and more turned on each time they shifted their heads and kissed more.

It wasn’t too much longer before he felt his pants tighten a bit too much. He pulled back rather quickly and blinked looking at Izaya as he stood there breathing hard. His issue a little obvious, given the pants he was wearing.

“Shit… shit… NO. This… is not happening.” Shizuo muttered and stepped back trying to remember why he was even here. Something to do with his brother, “Next time I see you… I want my picture back.” He muttered walking back some more.

“Shit.” He said then turned around and ran out of the door to his office. He fell back against the hallway wall and gasped trying to think of anything else. Anything, at least till he got home.

It took him about five minutes before he relaxed enough to walk home, where he planned on attending to things that came up during his meeting with Izaya.