Title: Precious Devotion
Authors: RukawaGF and MistressKiko (Collaboration! 8D)
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned. Shizuo's POV
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The bed was creaking as we moved frantically on the mattress, the encompassing burst of pure ecstasy hovering just beneath the surface.
"Aaah... haaa...! harder," Izaya gasped, arching his body against me like a cat.
I immediately bite down on his shoulder, delighted at his aggravated yelp. But that yelp quickly turns into a chuckle, and he continues to moan a winded repetition of a horrid nickname, "Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan... ah, now you're going to fast."
Make up your damn mind!
This is what always pisses me off about him. He insists on playing mind games with that brilliant mind of his that I couldn't decipher if you gave me my entire life to do it. He knows entirely too much about everyone in this town, which normally wouldn't bother me, but he just happens to know entirely too much about me.
Like how sensitive my ear is, which is what he was currently nibbling on.
I shudder at the sensation, my heartbeat like drums against my ears as the scraping of his teeth against my lobe and his soft insides clamping down on me drive me over the edge. My hands grip at his thin waist and I wonder, like I do every single time we have sex, why I'm so addicted to him.
How the hell did we even get in this fucked up relationship? It really wasn't that long ago that I switched from throwing a vending machine at him to throwing him down on any available surface and fucking his brains out.
It's a strange, strange addiction.
And no doubt one that was going to kill me one day, because fuck, he was still bouncing on my lap! I wince, the over-stimulation near driving me insane, and I quickly put a stop to it by tightening my grip on his waist.
"Ow, don't be so rough," Izaya whines, bringing a hand down to furiously pump at his erection, "I need to come too, Shizu-chan. Kiss me, please?"
His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth slightly open as he breathes harshly. I nearly groan as I give in immediately, leaning forward to capture his lips in a hot, wet kiss. He mewls happily, and I feel his body tense before his come squirts all over my chest.
Damn it, I did it again.
I curse myself as I pull back from the kiss, frowning at the sticky mess on my body. If there is one thing I hate most about Orihara Izaya, it's the fact I give into him way too easily. Even though I rack my brain, trying to tell myself that absolutely no good is going to come out of being fuck-buddies, I have never once turned down the chance to meet up with him like this.
And it frightens me.
I keep saying, "Next time will be the last."
Then he comes busting through the door with those lust-filled eyes and that sinful tongue and I find myself right back where I started. But I feel like an absolute idiot afterward, every single time. Because I know Izaya isn't suffering anything close to this so-called 'addiction.' In fact, I wouldn't put it behind the bastard to go romping with someone else right after he steps out of my apartment door.
It is a well-known thing around Ikeburkuro. Izaya is a huge flirt, and has probably slept with more than half the town.
I'm jealous. I'm so jealous it hurts sometimes.
But that's why I have to end this. Somehow, someway, I have to push Izaya away. Because if I don't, that brilliant little mind is going to catch on to something that I would rather die than admit.
I observe as he slides off me and unceremoniously collapses on the bed, completely unperturbed about his nakedness, and sighs happily.
"Shizu-chan, that was dreamy," he says with a crooked grin, propping his head up on one hand and using the other hand to trace a finger up my leg, "I want another round~!"
It left a bitter taste in my mouth.
"You say that to all the people you fuck?" I ask coldly. This usually happens. I let my thoughts get to me and end up in a foul mood after sex with him. Though I've never actually called him out on his escapades before.
After rubbing my chest off with the sheets that I'll be washing as soon as he leaves, I grab hold of my pack of cigarettes and lighter from the nightstand. I spare him a glance as I light my cigarette.
He looks almost stunned, before his eyes narrow into accusing slits.
"Care to expand on that, Shizu-chan? What other people?" He asks with a tight voice.
He should be an actor, really.
I blew smoke from my mouth.
"Your other fuck-buddies. You keep calling me up and they might get jealous," I reply, inwardly cringing when I practically described myself.
But he wasn't going to know that.
I watch as he opens his mouth, and then shuts it again. It's actually a strange sight, to see Izaya caught off-guard like this. Does he really think I'm stupid enough to not catch on?
"I don't know what you're talking about, Shizu-chan," is his response, a seething anger lining his words, "I happen to have just one 'fuck-buddy'. And he's this lousy protozoan with anger management problems."
I bent my cigarette in half.
This little shit.
"So you're gonna lie and insult me? Get the fuck out, Izaya," I warn, throwing my ruined cigarette into the ashtray.
He grits his teeth and sneers at me, all of the passion and happiness from earlier completely vanished.
"Oh? So after a good fuck you're planning to throw me out like some cheap whore?" He asks, now sitting up. His back is ramrod straight and tense, his words biting.
He always has to create drama, doesn't he?
"Isn't that what they all do?" I ask, looking at him pointedly.
Izaya's jaw drops for a second before he closes it shut with a snap. He grips onto the bedsheets tightly, scrunching them up in front of him as his body winds up. His eyes practically glow with livid anger.
"First of all Shizu-chan. I believe I've said I only happen to have one fuck-buddy and it's quite unfortunate that I'm landed with you. That being said, if I WERE to have other fuck buddies, I'd make sure they beg for more of me than throwing me out on the streets after one quick fuck. And lastly, you're NOT throwing me out. I'm LEAVING before you do!"
With that, he hastily gathered his clothes and threw them on haphazardly, muttering under his breath the entire time.
The door slammed behind him, and I was left alone.
Izaya never even looked back.
Fuck, was I too harsh?
Did it even matter?
Groaning, I fell back against the bed, and instantly wished I hadn't. His scent still lingered on the sheets.
I knew I was utterly contradicting myself, but I swore it was for the best as I buried my face in those sheets. Izaya's POV
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I drum my fingers and sigh irritably as I stare blankly into my computer screen. The words jumble into meaningless images that float across my eyes. Memories of last night keep rewinding themselves in my head like a film on repeat, looping again and again as I relive those infuriating moments. Shizu-chan has always been unpredictable but last night was more than just 'unexpected.'
"You say that to all the people you fuck?"
I bite my lips as I recall his words. That protozoan head! How dare he? Calling me a cheap whore that gets passed around like some contagious STD!
Alright, I will begrudgingly admit partially blame to a degree on the accusation of being flirtatious. However, one does have a reputation to maintain. Yes, I do flirt with my clients just a bit, 'coy' and 'cunning' are my two middle names, along with several others of course such as 'charisma.' I want to be taken seriously and that's quite hard to do at my age in this business. I need to look sharp yet reliable, trustworthy but dangerous. Someone they will know not to mess with but will still come begging at my door step and grovel at my feet for what measly information I can offer. There's a lot more involved in being an information broker than just delivering the right information all the time.
So if the rumors flow towards benefiting my reputation, I let them flourish.
But I never thought it would come bite me back one day.
Regardless of the circumstances, situations and conditions met last night, Shizu-chan's treatment was beyond despicable! That dumb brute can never truly appreciate my sapient mastermind as I weave my grand scheme of events. He never has!
I sigh once again burden down with heavy agitation. From the corner of my eyes I can see my secretary roll her eyes and snort. I nibble at my lower lips as my eyes revert back to my 'work.'
But I can't focus. Not when I can still recall my ears burning as he yells those spiteful words. Not when I ache in places where his scorching hands mark my body. And not when my muscles still remember how he forces my body to move in tandem with his rhythmic strokes and thrusts.
It's insufferable. It's infuriating! That's what I hate about him! The way he makes me feel so damn good in one moment and then breaks me with those nasty words in the next.
*SLAM*
I blink and turn to look up at my agitated secretary, snapping my thoughts away from that detestable man.
"Here are the files. I hope you did your share of your work," her words are just as biting too.
Shrugging indifferently, I look back to my work, "if I can't finish it, I guess I'll hand it to you tomorrow."
I smirk inwardly as I watch the effects of my nonchalant voice take a toll on my cute secretary.
"Well, I've finished my share for the day so I'm clocking out," she huffed.
I wave my hand without bothering to turn towards her. "Of course, Namie-san. I wouldn't want you to stay too far apart from your love life. I know how you can be with your particular frustrations, so I do hope you can satisfy your needs tonight before you come back to work tomorrow."
Turning away from her, I grab my cold coffee. I hate cold coffee but I sip it anyway for the effect.
I don't even need to see what kind of effects my words have on her to know my results as I could hear those loud clacking high heels march toward the door and slam it shut behind her.
I grin sardonically as I'm left alone in my office once again. It's silent and quiet, without a presence of a single human being. I clutch my chest a bit when I feel that small jab of pain in my heart as I hear not a single sound of breathing in this large office save but for my own.
After a long sigh, I get up to stretch, making a loud clattering noise as I do so to make up for the silence. Walking up to my window, I peer down to see humans busy themselves in the streets like ants, all going from one place to another with a goal in mind.
I place my hand on the large glass that stretches across from wall to wall and lean forward. How I love humans. Their energy and vigor, their spontaneity as well as old unbreakable habits. It vexes me that I love them this much yet I'm still left alone in my office at the end of the day. I don't love one human, true, but they should all love me regardless. It's only fair! I love them more than anyone else could love them. I can guarantee that!
Gritting my teeth I rush forward to grab my coat. The fur fringes nestle around my neck comfortingly with the warmth I yearn for. I turn off my computer. My work can wait. It's time to show those humans that they need to love me back!
Shizu-chan, if you want to play it that way, I'll show you what I'm made of. So you think I sleep around with other men? Fine! Believe whatever the hell you want. Let's see how you'll feel when I do sleep around with those 'other men' and show you some proof that I do love humanity compared to what diminutive affections I have for you. I'll shove it in your face that I sure as hell can enjoy sex with other people more so than with some hot-headed Nethanderal monster!
Hi guys! So.. yes.. RukawaGF and I were talking and she came up with the idea to do a collaboration between us, haha! This is not going to be either of our main projects, so don't expect my super fast updates!
This can also be found on the Kink Meme and it was inspired by a prompt there~
This is a challenge to both us authors, because while I have never written anything non-AU before, Ruka has never written anything in POV before XD But we really liked how this first chapter came out and decided to share~ Just some interesting information: Any dialogue/thoughts by Shizuo are mine, and any dialogue/thoughts by Izaya are hers!
R&R? :D
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