Looks like it's going to rain soon, the informant thought as he retrieved his phone from his pocket to call a taxi. He dialed the number and-

"IIIZAAAYYYAAA!"

Pain bloomed in his head as he was slammed into the pavement by what he assumed was a vending machine. He could feel blood trickling down from his hairline and passed his eye as he absentmindedly wondered how many stitches he would need this time.

His body protested with every movement as he tried to stand, losing his balance the first time and instead choosing to lean against the brick wall of a building. He was sure that he had a concussion.

"..Shizu-chan.." He blinked a few times to steady his vision. Shizuo had gotten closer and was wielding a stop sign.

"I thought I told you to stay out of Ikebukuro." Shizuo said, his tone seething with rage.

"It's funny you should say that.. I was actually calling a taxi to leave when you interrupted.." He tried to laugh, but winced when it made his headache worse. He let go of the wall, still feeling dizzy but he refused to let a monster win.

Shizuo swung his sign, attempting to slice Izaya in half. Izaya decided that in this state he wouldn't be able to dodge the attack by jumping or ducking so instead he chose to leap backwards out of the sign's radius. Unfortunately, he wasn't completely out of the way. The sign sliced into his upper thigh. The cut wasn't shallow, but it wasn't that deep either. Namie could probably stitch it up for him if she was still there when he got back, however, she would probably make it as painful as possible for him.

Izaya let out a small sound of pain and gritted his teeth. He wouldn't let the monster know that he was in pain. His leg gave out from underneath him, sending him into a kneeling position. He wouldn't beaten, he told himself as Shizuo walked closer, cigarette in hand. He fished his switchblade out of his coat pocket and pointed it threateningly at Shizuo. The blonde didn't react, he just kept coming closer to the informant. Izaya forced his leg to cooperate.

Finally standing, Izaya put all of the strength left in his leg into an attack. He lunged at Shizuo, knife ready to impale him when the blonde caught his wrist, gripping it with enough force to make Izaya drop his blonde then twisted the man's wrist, earning a scream fabricated over the crack of bone, before throwing the informant at the back wall of an alley.

Shizuo made his way down the alleyway, rage filling his veins and mixing in with his blood. He would make the flea pay for everything that he has done.

As he reached the informant, who had hit the wall and then crumpled onto the ground, he furrowed his brows.

"Get up." He commanded. Izaya was always fine. He could handle anything the ex-bartender threw at him. There's no way that a vending machine, a sign, a broken wrist, and getting thrown at a brick wall could stop the flea that always managed to get away unscathed.

The informant didn't respond, so Shizuo grabbed him by his shirt's collar and threw him at the other wall. Not as hard as the first time, but still quite hard. The flea landed with an 'oof' as the air was knocked out of him.

"I said get up." Shizuo picked him up once more. This time, the informant slowly opened his eyes.

"..For someone...who claims to hate violence... you're quite good at it.." Izaya smirked, blood dripping down his chin.

Shizuo growled and forced the raven to his knees, bringing a confused look to the man's face, that was until Shizuo began to unbuckle his belt. The informant's eyes widened before he quickly attempted to put some distance between them, but to no avail as the ex-bartender took a hold of the raven's hair and pulled him back.

"Open your mouth." Shizuo commanded.

"..Monster.." Izaya said through gritted teeth.

The blonde sighed and stepped on the flea's broken wrist, earning a pained gasp. Shizuo took the opportunity to plunge himself deep within the informant's mouth.

Shizuo moaned as he buried his hands in Izaya's hair as he forced himself deeper, while the informant was using his uninjured hand to try and push Shizuo away, though he was no match for the brute's strength when unarmed.

Izaya wanted to puke. To think that even the monster would go this far was just… disgusting. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as Shizuo's grip on his hair became stronger and he began thrusting into Izaya's mouth. He could feel saliva dripping from his lip as the brute's thrusts became more rapid and brutal. A few moments later the beast came inside of Izaya's mouth. He could taste the saltiness and instantly had the urge to spit it out.

Shizuo pulled out and quickly covered Izaya's mouth before he could discard the disgusting substance in his mouth. "Swallow." He growled. Izaya glared up at him defiantly. Shizuo sighed and stepped on the raven's hand, much harder than the last time. The flea's eyes squeezed shut as pain rushed through his hand and he swore he felt something break. Izaya hesitated before swallowing the vile substance. Shizuo watched the muscles in his throat move as he swallowed. The brute removed his hand from the raven's mouth and instead clutched his throat. Izaya's uninjured hand came up to try and pry off Shizuo's, but the beast's hand didn't budge.

"I could kill you." Shizuo said calmly. Crimson eyes continued to glare up at him from under dark lashes.

Izaya's vision started to blur when Shizuo spoke, "But I won't, because I'm not a monster."

Shizuo threw Izaya onto the ground, not caring if the informant didn't get up as he walked out of the alley, taking out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.