Tension

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya's heart only seemed to race faster and faster the closer they got to Shizuo's apartment. He tried to remain alert, at least for as long as they were out on the streets, as long as he had to worry about anyone other than Shizuo being close.

Though it was only a couple minutes, it felt like a lifetime before they were finally at Shizuo's door. Izaya slipped in immediately after Shizuo, and he watched him lock the door, his heart practically in his throat.

Fuck, what was he doing? What were they doing? Izaya almost felt dizzy with the idea of it, that he couldn't remember a time when he felt less prepared, less in control than he did right now. After years of tension and two weeks of sporadic make outs that had only escalated in intensity, Izaya had been invited into the apartment of the man who'd been swearing to kill him for as long as they'd known each other, the man that Izaya had spent nearly as many years fantasizing about...

Shizuo had invited Izaya back to his apartment for... for sex of some variety, Izaya was sure. They hadn't discussed details and Izaya hadn't cared about them for once in his life, because anything that led to Shizuo touching him more was a situation he was all for in the moment, even if there was a touch of nervousness to the arousal and excitement building in him, and a sudden wonder if he should have forced himself to experiment a little more just to have a more concrete level of confidence in anything that was to come tonight.

His breaths felt high in his chest as Shizuo's attention turned to him, as his hand, so unexpectedly gentle, cupped Izaya face, his neck (Shizuo could snap his neck with all the effort of snapping a toothpick, and in the moment, Izaya may have let him). Once more Izaya found himself pressed between Shizuo and a relatively solid object, found Shizuo's hands once again moving to his hips, which was now seeming to enforce a Pavlovian rush of excitement through him, and then found Shizuo leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was just as gentle as Shizuo's hand had been, and it made Izaya's heart flutter strangely even as it washed a sudden wave of... peace over him. He exhaled with a soft, relieved sound, like the sound one might make when sinking into a warm bath after a long day, and his body relaxed a bit more than before as he kissed Shizuo back, matched his pressure and movements as best he knew how--Shizuo hadn't been his first kiss, but he was only maybe his fourth and those other kisses had all been years ago, in high school, before he'd resigned himself to the idea that Shizuo really was the only person he had ever felt anything like attraction towards.

After a moment, his hand slid from Shizuo's chest, up over his shoulders, then looped loosely around the back of Shizuo's neck.

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This damned man was about to undone him completely. Shizuo pressed his fingertips into the flesh of Izaya's hips and pull them against his own.

Grinding slow circled with his hips before he wrapped his palm around and grabbed at Izaya's ass. Lifting the man up to wrap his legs around him.

Pushing off the wall he broke the kiss, kicked his shoes off and carried Izaya from the front door to his bedroom where he set the man on his bed.

Kneeling before Izaya, he looked up and removed the male's shoes. A dark hunger hooded in Shizuo's eyes as he removed both Izaya's shoes.

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Izaya shivered again as Shizuo's fingers pressed into his hips, and he let out a moan as Shizuo pressed into him and rubbed their hips together. The friction was going to his head and to his groin--he'd been right about just how quickly Shizuo would work him up again once they were tucked away in private.

Then, quite suddenly, Izaya's heart swooped in his chest as Shizuo's hands moved to his hips, his thigh and lifted him up off the ground as if he weighed nothing--and fuck, that was hot. It wasn't like Izaya didn't know just how strong Shizuo was, it wasn't a surprise that he could pick Izaya up with ease; the surprise was only in how much Izaya liked it, which was far more than he could have anticipated.

His arms wrapped a little more securely around Shizuo's neck, his legs wrapping around his waist for the moment, helping to hold himself in place as Shizuo pulled him away from the wall and carried him off to somewhere Izaya didn't have the mental capacity to think about. He only released Shizuo once his ass was firmly seated on something soft, taking a minute longer to realize it was, of course, Shizuo's bed.

Fuck, he was sitting on Shizuo's bed. Shizuo had taken him to his bed.

He sat there with a touch of color on his cheeks, his breath huffing, and his half-lidded eyes glued heatedly to Shizuo, looking every bit as aroused as he felt, as Shizuo kneeled in front of him and began to remove his shoes. He moved his feet and legs when necessary to help Shizuo with the process, all too glad to have them gone.

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Shizuo set Izaya’s shoes off to the side then turned to make eye contact. Slowly he stood up to his full height and reached up to loosen and pull his bow tie off. Tossing it off to the side. Moving his hand down to his vest he started to unbutton it before finally shrugging out of it and tossing it to the side. Moving his hands down to his hips he pulled his white shirt up out of his slacks and stepped forward.

Reaching out a hand he caressed his fingers along Izaya’s face then neck and chest before he moved both hands to push the man’s coat off his shoulders as he leaned down and kissed Izaya again. Tugging and tossing his coat off to the side, forgotten.

Pressing the info broker down on the bed, Shizuo crawled in next to him. Kissing him again as he laid on the bed facing him. His hand moved across Izaya’s side to his ass. Resting there lightly a moment before giving it a soft squeeze. Fuck, it felt great in his hand. Soft, yet firm.

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Over the next minute or so, Izaya found that he really couldn't look away. He was used to watching Shizuo, of course, observing him from afar, or paying attention to his movements when they were up close so that he could dodge whatever attack was coming...

But this was different. Izaya wasn't trying to take near-scientific notes or trying to predict Shizuo's next move. He was just watching--watching like he was hungry for Shizuo and the only way to satisfy the hunger was to keep his eyes on him for as long as humanly possible.

The heady look in his eyes may just be the most honest he was willing to be with Shizuo about what he was feeling. Shizuo had so openly told him "I need you," and even just the memory of the words made Izaya shudder, but... he couldn't bring himself to say something so bold, not yet anyway. It was too open, too honest, and it would make Izaya feel like a raw, exposed nerve to admit just how much he'd been wanting this, or anything close to it, for entirely too long.

His eyes stayed glued to Shizuo's hands, his face, as he started to undress. He watched his hands remove the tie, the vest, watched him untug the shirt... before those hands moved to him next. Almost subconsciously, he leaned into Shizuo's sweet touch, before he found Shizuo's hands working on his coat, and he helped him to get it off and toss it aside wherever Shizuo wanted it to land.

He moved as Shizuo pushed him down onto the bed (fuck, he was laying on Shizuo's bed), needing more contact. Once Shizuo laid down with him, Izaya pressed in close to Shizuo, his hand reaching for his neck, fingers sliding up into the hair at the back of his head to draw him in for another kiss. His rolled his hips as close to Shizuo's as he could, eager for the friction that they'd had before--and then Shizuo's hand slid down to his ass and Izaya gasped lips against Shizuo's mouth the instant he felt it, only for the sound to be followed up by an airy moan as he felt Shizuo squeeze.

His hands tightened slightly in Shizuo's hair, and he parted his lips to welcome Shizuo's tongue inside as he had the last several times they'd done this.

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Shizuo rolled his hips forward, pressing against Izaya as he gasped softly. Opening his mouth he pressed his tongue to Izaya’s and deepened the kiss. His hand massaging and squeezing Izaya’s ass as they laid there, pressed together.

He was still waiting for something to happen. Anything really. He didn’t want to think about it too much, He’d been thinking about this since the second time they kissed.

Thinking about the way Izaya felt pressed against him, the soft noise the man made as Shizuo caressed and squeezed his ass. The feeling of their hips pressed close and rubbing together.

Shizuo let his tongue explore Izaya’s mouth, nibbling on his lip and really delving fulling into it.

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Izaya couldn't know what was going on in Shizuo's head, but he could imagine. After all, Izaya had had his own fears about this, about following Shizuo into his apartment, about a trap being set. He was mostly over those fears at this point; he felt that he knew Shizuo well enough to know that he wouldn't trick someone this way. Shizuo was too blunt to be anything other than honest about his desires, and Izaya had a hard time imagining him seducing Izaya just in an attempt to corner him, to hurt him, to kill him. It wasn't impossible, but it seemed extremely unlikely.

Meanwhile, Izaya... well, Izaya wasn't exactly the type to seduce someone to hurt them either (befriend them perhaps, yes, but not seduce them, and certainly not physically like this), but he was less certain that Shizuo would know that. Shizuo had every reason to think poorly of him, and for all Izaya knew, Shizuo was expecting him to shove him away, to laugh in his face, to whip out the flickblade that was perpetually in his pocket to attack him...

Of course, Izaya couldn't desire to do that any less than he could in that moment. Most of what he did to mess with Shizuo was just to get Shizuo's attention--and he had that now, in abundance. He had no reason to lash out when lashing out now would end the very miraculous thing that was happening.

He hummed around Shizuo's tongue as it darted into his mouth, explored, his own tongue glancing back against Shizuo's almost shyly. This was quickly turning into the longest make out Izaya had ever had (and was already the longest one that he had enjoyed so much), and he once again cursed himself a little for being unpracticed and unsure in his movements. It was hard for him to say, but Shizuo seemed to have a far better idea of what he was doing than Izaya did, though Izaya liked to consider himself a quick enough learner.

His hips continued to press to Shizuo's, little shudders of arousal accumulating one by one and making the warm space between their bodies more appealing by the minute, driven forward especially by the strength of Shizuo's hand rubbing his ass.

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Shizuo broke the kiss and slowly trailed kisses down his jaw and neck moving down Izaya’s body. He moved his hands up under Izaya’s shirt and leaned in to press kisses on the flesh under the fabric.

Looking up Shizuo grinned and moved down more. Planting himself in such a way that he was between Izaya’s legs with Izaya on his back. Moving up Shizuo unbuttoned a few of the top buttons on his shirt and pulled the fabric up over his head. Tossing it to join the other discard clothes.

Moving his hands down his own chest and out to the rest on Izaya’s belt buckle.

“May I?” Shizuo asked softly as he sat there panting. Course it was simple, Izaya said no. Shizuo would move back and get off the bed then kindly ask him to leave. If Izaya said yes, well… that was what he was hoping to hear.

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Though Izaya had been perfectly worked up just to have Shizuo kissing him and pressing against him, as soon as Shizuo started to trail kisses downward across his skin, Izaya's heart somehow began to rush quicker.
The feeling was only enhanced as Shizuo's hand crept up under his shirt--something about having Shizuo's hands touching his skin, skin that was very much not used to being touched by anyone other than himself, got Izaya feeling impossibly more heated than before, his breaths huffing a little heavier than before.

His body rolled easily onto his back, happy to be wherever Shizuo moved him to, shivering as Shizuo shifted inbetween his legs and Izaya was forced to spread his thighs for him to fit there. Once Shizuo was a little further away, Izaya's eyes were back to watching Shizuo again, something he was incredibly happy to be doing at Shizuo removed his shirt. Other than little glimpses of skin through tears or cuts, Izaya hadn't even seen Shizuo shirtless before, and his eyes raked over the bared flesh, taking in his toned, lean upper body.

The excitement pumping through his veins only seemed to pulse as Shizuo's hands moved to his belt buckle.

The pause, Shizuo's question, almost threw him, not having expected to be asked anything... but it only took a few seconds to exhale a simple, "yes," in response.

~~~~~~Fade To Black~~~~~~

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***Fade back in***

Getting out of the shower He handed a towel to Izaya then grabbed one for himself. Drying off his hair, body and legs. Hanging the towel before he padded his way out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom getting dressed in a pair of pajama pants. He sighed at the bed and ripped the top blanket off before moving it to the hamper in the corner. Opening the closet, he pulled out a fresh top blanket and laid it out on the bed.

Shizuo looked up as Izaya entered. “Hey. You can stay if you'd like. Or leave. Whichever. If you do stay, there is something to wear.” He nodded up to the pants on the stand by the door. They were old ones, kinda small on him. Mostly short.

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Izaya took the towel Shizuo handed to him, dried himself off, then hung the towel on the towel bar. Far from the first time tonight, he was unsure, unsure about what was happening next, unsure about what Shizuo would do. Earlier in the night, Shizuo had said he wanted Izaya to stay, but had that just been to fool around or...

Once back in the room, Izaya’s unasked question was answered. Shizuo was offering to let him sleep here tonight and... there was something mystifying about Shizuo offering to let Izaya stay, not just to get off together, but to sleep next to each other. Shizuo hated him, Shizuo didn’t trust him, but... he apparently trusted him enough to fall asleep next to him.

Izaya took a few seconds to process the offer, to try to process his feelings about it... and quickly decided that if Shizuo was going to let him stay, he would. Any chance Shizuo would offer him to turn their antagonistic relationship into a less antagonistic one that involved more of the things they’d done tonight, Izaya would take it. He was as aware as he could be, on an intellectual level, that staying the night with someone you’d fooled around with was a common thing, and particularly more common when there was a stronger bond or emotional expectation between the two than a simple hookup.

The idea of anyone having emotional expectations of Izaya was a little terrifying, but that didn’t mean he would back down.

Wordlessly accepting the offer, he grabbed his own underwear from the pants that had been discarded earlier, and then slipped into the pajama pants Shizuo had indicated for him. Afterwards, he dipped into his pocket for his phone (just his personal phone, not the older flip phone he had for business purposes, that could hold a charge easily until tomorrow). He checked briefly at his notifications (finding nothing that couldn’t wait until morning) and then asked, “Do you have an extra charger?”

If he needed to, he’d turn the thing off until morning and charge it back at his apartment, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Besides his phone, he didn't have any other concerns about staying at Shizuo's for the night. He had at least three more days before he was supposed to switch out his contact lenses, and he could shower and change into clean clothes at his apartment in the morning, since he didn't have any appointments until after the lunch the following day.

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Shizuo thought for a moment then nodded. “Uhh yeah I should. Maybe?” He got up and walked over to his closet. Opening the door and walking in he fetched a small box and returned with it.

“Might be something in here you can use.” He said a d set the box down on his dresser. It was a mix of fulk chargers and pieces of other charging devices.

“I'm going to get some water for us.” He said. “Feel free to browse the box” he shrugged and walked out.

He sighed deeply as he headed to the kitchen. Making sure his apartment was locked up first. He grabbed two bottles of water and headed back to the bedroom.

Setting the drinks down, he gathered up the discarded clothes and sorted them and pulled his wallet, smokes, lighter, and sunglasses out and set them on his stand by the bedroom door.

“Did you find something?” He asked as he got out 2 pairs of socks and tossed one to Izaya before sitting in the bed to put the one pair on himself.

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Izaya couldn’t help but grin a bit as Shizuo produced a box of messy assorted cables. That was so... chaotic of him, so disastrous, and yet somehow fit in with Izaya’s image of how Shizuo would live, the sort of carefree approach he’d take to organization (truly not a surprise that Shizuo didn’t have his place in any distinct order, considering that the picture that Izaya had “stolen” by relocating to the back of Shizuo’s closet, had still not reappeared on the nightstand Izaya had removed it from).

As Shizuo excused himself, Izaya began digging through the box, picking up various cable ends to try to find the one he was looking for, and as luck would have it, six cables in, he found the one he needed, with a wall box to match, though he was so curious that he continued browsing, finding charger cable ends that he wasn't sure had been used in at least fifteen years and being amused by it.

His eyes flicked to Shizuo when he reentered the room, setting the box aside and taking his items to the side of the bed Shizuo had not drifted towards, looking for an outlet and getting his phone plugged in. He set it down on the nightstand just in time to deftly catch the socks tossed his way.

“I did,” he said, the grin feeling more natural on his face than it had since he’d run into Shizuo tonight, though it carried only the tiniest hint of teasing it usually had as he sat on the edge of the bed to slide the socks on. “Shizu has quite the collection, it was very helpful.”

He resisted the urge to add the cheerful -chan, as he wasn't feeling that quite confident in Shizuo's desire to change his mind about the invite to stay, but he truly couldn't help the familiar shortening of his name, thinking that should be fine considering that Shizuo had shorted Izaya's name as well earlier.

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Shizuo got up off the bed and nodded. “Glad something worked out.” He said and walked over to pick up the box and take it back to the closet. He slid it back on the shelf and went back to his dresser, grabbed his ash tray and set it with his items by the bed before he sat down.

Pulling the top blanket back he sat down and settled back against the headboard of the bed and gathered up and lit a cigarette. Taking a slow hit he breathed out and looked over at Izaya.

“Look I don’t know if this is a one time thing, and shit returns to you attacking me tomorrow or what. But right now, truce. No murder attempts tonight. I typically enjoy spending the night with my bed partners.” He said and took another long hit before he let it out.

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Izaya adjusted as Shizuo shifted the covers, letting him pull them down, pushing them down himself as he scooted up the bed. He wasn’t quite cold, but judging by the ambient temperature of the room and the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on, there was a chance he may get chilled during the night, so the sooner he got under the blankets the better it would be for him.

He slid back against the headboard as Shizuo did the same. Now that he was mostly relaxed, feeling more at ease than before, he just let his eyes casually scan over the small room.

At Shizuo’s words... damn, Izaya hoped this wasn’t a one time thing. After years of waiting and hopeless hoping, to think that whatever had been building up over the last couple of weeks would taper out after a single night of pleasure... Izaya hated that. He had no idea where this could go, how far they could take this before it reached whatever inevitable disaster it turned into, but he needed it to be more than one night.

And if calling a truce was something that made this more secure to Shizuo, Izaya had no problem agreeing to that. He may not be bold enough to tell Shizuo expressly that he wanted this to happen again, but he’d already decided weeks ago that he wasn’t going to scheme against Shizuo anymore, at the very least not until this had ended.

“A truce sounds good to me,” he said, turning a casual grin towards Shizuo. “Though it doesn’t just have to be for the night, if you want. I’d be happy to make the truce permanent, until otherwise negotiated.”