Tension

[tossingtrashcans]

“Hm?” Shizuo asked and looked down at him. He'd been staring off at the brick wall behind Izaya. He blinked a few times then nodding having remember what he was saying. “Nothing really.” He muttered with a small sigh.

Shizuo flopped over and pressed his back against the wall next to him. “So what the hell as we supposed to do about this?” He asked and looked over at Izaya without moving his head. He still wondered if the brunette was up to something, plotting.

With a hard huff he bashed his fist against the brick.

“Look if you are toying with me Izaya I swear I will slit you from navel to nose.” he said turning to look at him. He was now leaning against the wall on his side, glaring at the shorter man.

There were a few things that Shizuo didn't take liking, and playing games was one of them. If this was just another one Izaya plans to mess something up, well shit. It was working and he didn't like that.

“Shit.” He muttered then leaned down and kissed Izaya, throwing everything to the wind as he let his lips capture Izaya's. He hummed softly into the kiss, his hand moved up and gripped at Izaya's collar as he pressed him close.

Shizuo was going to regret this. He knew it.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya could nearly roll his eyes at the man, honestly—he didn't, but he very well could have. Starting a thought like that and not finishing it… Shizuo knew one thing, but apparently it was nothing.

Oh well. Izaya had no intentions of dragging out the situation. Let Shizuo be as nonsensical as he wanted, as long as it kept resulting in the man kissing him and making his heart flutter excitedly, Izaya would do anything but complain. Shizuo could do nothing but speak in riddles (Shizuo was often a riddle to Izaya anyway), and as long as he was kissing Izaya, the information broker couldn't give a damn.

Izaya felt the sudden rush of anger hitting Shizuo seconds before it happened, but as Shizuo's fist moved, Izaya knew he was only targeting the wall. The sound of flesh on brick still made him jump a little, but even in his very compromised position trapped between Shizuo and the wall, Izaya wasn't scared. He knew that, for now at least, Shizuo still didn't really intend on hurting him. Even his threat was half-hearted at best, and irrelevant to Izaya anyway, because he was absolutely not toying with Shizuo. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, or what he expected to happen, but he absolutely knew that if anyone's heart were going to be broken at the end of this… well, it probably wasn't going to be Shizuo's.

But, god, these stupid threats were like some perverse sort of flirting for them, weren't they? How else could he explain the threat being followed by Shizuo leaning in to kiss him again?

Izaya's hand gripped lightly at the bit of shirt as he again savored the still fresh taste of smoke on Shizuo's mouth. The feeling of his lips still made Izaya feel wildly frantic, still made him feel helplessly breathless, and his hand tugged Shizuo lightly closer, seeking to remove the slight gap between them.

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Shizuo slipped his tongue in past Izaya's lips. He hummed at the tast of him once agians invading his senses. He whined a little as he flicked the end of his tongue over the roof of Izaya's mouth. He moved his hand up and rested it on his hips, pressing his body against Izaya's.

He moved his leg, letting is rest between Izaya's thighs as he held him there between his frame and the brick wall. His hand squeezed at his hip as he grinding against him a little. Enjoy the way he felt warm against his body.

Once he finally needed air he pulled back, his eyes opening a bit. Looking across Izaya's face.

"Damn it." Shizuo muttered, shifting his legs away from him. He stepped back and whined a little. Damn it he couldnt believe he let himself like it that much.

"I need to go." He stumbled a little then turned around and walked out of the alley. He ran his hand through his hair then reached inside of his vest and pulled out his glasses, placing them on as he walked down the magical tunnel.

Shizuo had to calm down, he was starting to really enjoy it. Way more then he ever wanted to admit. Way more then even his body should have admited it.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya's lips parted for Shizuo's tongue, his breathing picking up again already. The kiss had barely been going on for more than a few seconds, and Izaya was already feeling dizzy with it. It was a sensation he hadn't expected, and certainly not one he'd expected to like, but he couldn't deny that he did.

And then Shizuo's leg moved between his own, and Izaya's heart was up in his throat again as the pressure and heat sent electricity crackling across his skin. Between that and the hand squeezing his hip, Izaya only barely resisted the moan bubbling up beneath the surface.

When the leg pulled away and Shizuo broke the kiss, Izaya felt a little weak in the knees, frankly glad he was propping himself up against the wall--especially as Shizuo backed away from him entirely, leaving him behind in the alley in an almost frustratingly hot and bothered state.

His eyes lingered on Shizuo, glued to his back until he had turned the corner and he was out of sight...

Izaya needed to figure out how to get Shizuo alone again, the sooner the better.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo walked the rest of the way home in a deeper fog than he already had been. What was even happening and why was his body reacting like this. Betraying him in the biggest way honestly. Nothing made sense anymore. He found himself wanting to seek more with the info broker than just kissing, but was he ready for that step. Was Izaya?

Shaking his head as he walked through the door and left his shoes behind, he wondered off to his bedroom, stripping down and getting in the tub. He had to relax and ease the tension.

Later he found himself on his bed fighting sleep. He curled up around his pillow and whined. That damned man had his everything racing. Eventually he found sleep.

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A few days had gone by with no sighting, no skipping and no kissing of Izaya. Shizuo was just starting to feel a bit more relaxed. Starting to ease back into his normal schedule. False sense of security.

Once again, he was on his way home after a long day with Tom and collecting back payments when he stopped suddenly. There was always a way he knew Izaya was close, even when they were young, he was able to feel the guy nearby for some reason.

Shizuo glanced up and down the alley that led him the rest of the way home, not seeing anything directly he narrowed his eyes and reached in his vest to shake out a smoke. Lighting it up as he started to walk again. Maybe he was kidding himself.

Maybe he was just hopeful. It’d been a few days, they’d gone months, damn near a year without seeing one another. So why was he secretly hoping to find the man on his way home.

[UndergroundGod]

Though Shizuo was on his mind a lot of the time anyway, the last few days had been particularly Shizuo-filled. He'd gone home that night and taken to bed immediately, mind running wild on the fresh fuel of Shizuo's legs pressed up against him, his hands on his hips, their mouths pressed together, his fantasies overwhelmingly vivid and the heat over taking him...

He got off three times that night before finally dragging himself to the shower, cursing at himself sporadically and trying to establish more realistic expectations for what was to come (and likely failing).

A few days later, Izaya had still been planning his next move, had been waiting to see if Shizuo would move first (or would perhaps remember that Izaya had "stolen" his precious photo?), when it happened naturally--he and Shizuo wound up in the same area of Ikebukuro.

Izaya, like Shizuo, had felt it immediately, not even sure how to describe the sensation, though his eyes scanned across the crowded streets and immediately spotted Shizuo, the mop of blonde hair on top of the head that already hovered above the average citizen catching his eye quickly. It was the back of Shizuo's head, but he recognized him instantly.

Moving like a flash, Izaya darted down an alley, hopping a fence, darting two blocks up to get ahead of Shizuo, before rushing down another side street and back towards the street Shizuo had been walking down, stopping at the end of the alley and leaning back casually against the wall so that Shizuo could see him clearly as he approached--as he did, Izaya let his head rest back against the brick behind it as he fixed Shizuo with an inviting grin and something akin to desire in his eyes.

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Shizuo rolled his shoulders as he moved the smoke from his lips and breathed out. Walking casually along his usual route. Turning left and then passing the alley they made out before.

He stopped and backed up. Glancing down the alley was Izaya, leaning ever so casually on the brick back of the somewhat small alley. Shizuo’s chest tightened at the sight of him, his heart race quickening. Damn him.

Glancing both ways he growled a little and turned to head down the alley. “You’re not here. It’s my head playing tricks on me.” He said as he walked closer, stalked rather.

Dropping his smoke to the ground he rubbed it out and grabbed at Izaya’s collar. Damn, he was real. He spent every day since the kiss thinking he saw the man in this alley and this was the first time he was real.

His eyes frantically searched his face before he did the only thing keeping him awake for hours at night and kissed him. Firmly pressing their lips together before he brushed his tongue along Izaya’s lips, seeking more. Needing more.

[UndergroundGod]

As soon as Shizuo's eyes fell on him, Izaya felt his heartrate quicken--partially because Shizuo was looking at him, and partially in anticipation. It was hard to wrap his head around entirely, that he really didn't know what he was doing, what he was going to do, what Shizuo was going to do...

Not just tonight, not just in the moment, but... this whole thing. He knew what he wanted, the same thing he'd wanted for years but had never bothered actually hoping for, but he had no insight as to where they were headed on this path, or what Shizuo could possibly want from him or see in him beyond these random encounters that lead to more heated make outs.

Shizuo began stalking closer to him, and Izaya abandoned the useless train of thought. His words make Izaya huff out an amused breath--and then Shizuo's hands were on him, proving just how real Izaya was, and before Izaya knew it, Shizuo's lips were on his again.

Izaya immediately kissed back, relaxing his weight against the sturdy brick wall behind him, and as soon as he felt Shizuo's tongue, he complied. His own tongue flicked against Shizuo's lips before his lips parted to welcome him inside, and his hands moved to Shizuo's waist, resting there lightly and hoping to encourage Shizuo to press their bodies closer together.

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Shizuo easily opened his mouth more and welcomed the deepened kiss. A soft hum escaped him. He removed his hands from Izaya’s coat collar to skim over his body and down to his hips. Pressing closer to him, pinning him between his body and the brink wall behind him.

Moving his body forward as he kissed Izaya deeply. His mouth was warm and inviting. Damn he tasted so good. His senses fogging and his brain pushing him into overdrive. Pulling away he panted softly and moved to kiss along Izaya’s jawline and down his neck. Panting against Izaya’s neck and up to his ear before breathing out. “Damn it, I need you.”

Shizuo framed Izaya and pressed himself as close as he could.

[UndergroundGod]

It didn't take more than a minute for Izaya to get exactly what he wanted. Shizuo's hands moved to his hips (fuck, what was Shizuo's fascination with grabbing his hips and why did he have to like it so much?), and his body pressed in close to him, so close that Izaya was pressed fully back against the wall. The heat of Shizuo's body pressed to him was almost overwhelming, and within a moment of the heat and the kiss, Izaya quickly found himself panting again.

His head tilted as Shizuo's mouth began to travel, gasping a little more noticeably with his mouth now uncovered. Shizuo lips and breath were practically scorching against his skin and his hands gripped at the fabric of Shizuo's shirt. As much as Izaya had fantasized and touched himself... there was no replicating this, having someone's, Shizuo's, face up against his neck while his body held him in place... it was more than even Izaya's vivid imagination could have prepared him for.

The words spoken heatedly against his ear nearly broke him--as a shudder worked through him, a blush splashed across his face and a light moan stumbled past his lips, followed by a breathy, "fuck."

He moved his arms behind Shizuo's back, encouraging the closeness, though it made him feel a little helpless because he knew he could do fuck all to actually keep Shizuo there if Shizuo decided to rip away from him again.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo moaned softly and kissed near his ear and then back down his neck, biting at the base every so softly. Damn, was Izaya getting hot and bothered just as much as he was? The moans traveled straight down to his groin. Fuck indeed.

Pulling back just enough to look at Izaya, eyes hooded dark he swallowed hard. There was no denying the way he felt. Charged with need and desire. This damn guy had him panting for an all new reason.

“Come… come back to my apartment with me.” Shizuo asked as he looked down at the dark-haired male. “Let me show you how much I need you” He whispered as he leaned in and kissed the corner of Izaya’s mouth.

Waiting for a reply, fully giving Izaya an out. He hated the man very much and has for a very long time. However there was no way he was going to skirt around the way their bodies were reacting to one another.

“Zaya…” He said even softer than his question as he brought his hand up and cupped Izaya’s neck and jaw a little in his palm, eyes searching his face. Waiting for the shoe to drop. Because this all had to be a ploy right? Get him all hot and bothered and questioning things. Not his sexuality, he’d come to the terms of being bisexual years ago.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya shuddered even harder as Shizuo moaned back at him, as he continued trailing kisses along his skin and made Izaya grateful about how little work he was doing to support his own weight.

When Shizuo pulled away, looking at him with heat in his eyes inspired by something far different than anger, Izaya felt like he was being consumed by it, and then as if he needed the reminder that he couldn't predict Shizuo, couldn't guess what was going to happen next...

Shizuo... invited him back to his apartment.

Izaya was so aroused that it muted his surprise, though he could feel the surprise mulling beneath the haze. He began the mental calculation from where they were to where Shizuo's apartment was, and it took him a few delayed seconds to realize just how close they were, how little time it would take to get there, and though he only had a vague idea of just what would happened once they were back there... he didn't have to debate the decision at all.

He had to take a breath to clear the heat from his head and force a little strength into his limbs if they were going to travel the few blocks to Shizuo's place. His eyes met Shizuo's as he replied, "Let's go."

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo breathed in and nodded. Wait, what? It took a full minute for the words to completely sink in. Izaya agreed and truly he was trying his best to be casual about it.

Moving his body a step back as he scraped his nails across Izaya’s jawline. He turned to face the entrance of the alley and started walking. Reaching into his vest to pull out his smokes, he shook one out. Bringing it to his lips he lit the end and removed it slowly as he pushed the pack back into his pocket.

Turning back to look at Izaya he took another hit from the cig and then turned his back to Izaya as he walked out of the alleyway and turned to head back toward his apartment.

He overheard Erika and Walker one time talking about this guy in one of their shows that could just disappear and reappear. And suddenly he wished he had that kind of power. Shit, was his apartment clean enough for this? Course it was sorta too late now.

Whatever, if it was what he assumed it was going to be, it didn’t matter if there were dishes in his sink. Not all of them could be info brokers.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya was actually grateful for the long pause. It gave him a longer moment to breathe, to steady himself, to find his legs and calm himself down enough to feel comfortable making the journey. Part of him hated having to shun the rush of arousal and excitement... but another part of him was sure that they'd find it again soon enough once they were securely tucked away inside Shizuo's place.

Soon enough, they were on the move. Izaya stuck close to Shizuo's side, ignoring the people they were passing who gave them apprehensive looks and kept their distance, as if expecting that Shizuo would realize his sworn enemy was just feet away from him any second and would proceed to lose his shit.

As they walked, Izaya's thoughts vaguely wandered over the possibility that this could be a trap. Perhaps Shizuo had finally found a way to trap him and was just leading him on, and once they were locked safely in Shizuo's apartment, Izaya would be right where Shizuo wanted him... but Izaya didn't think Shizuo was even capable of such a devious thing, and then considered that even if he was...

Well, at this point, Izaya was more than willing to risk it.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo ignored everyone as they walked past. He was aware Izaya was following him, however people were not used to it. Honestly he didn’t care what people thought.

He finished smoking his cigarette and put it out with the bottom of his shoe then started to walk again as his building came into view. His palms were clammy and his heart was racing. What was he thinking? Well that was the thing, he wasn’t thinking.

Shizuo walked up the stairs and down the hall to his door, unlocked the door and waited for Izaya to walk past before he followed him in and closed and locked the door behind him. Setting his keys in their usual spot he shifted to face Izaya, took his sunglasses off and set them aside.

Moving his hand up to cup Izaya’s face then down his neck he moved his body forward and pressed Izaya up against the door they just walked though. Framing the male with his body as he moved his hands down to Izaya’s hips under his coat, pulling their hips against his he moved in to kiss him. Softly at first, because who knew. Maybe this is where things would change. Maybe this is where Izaya would cut him and leave him to bleed out, he wasn’t sure.

But he was sure if he didn’t try, he was never going to get it out of his head.