Title: The Game.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: M.
Warning: Language, innuendos, and sexual themes~
Summary: Hey Shizu-chan, let's play a game. I'll touch you—don't worry! I won't hurt you. Trust me, you'll feel amazing. Anyways, if my touches do nothing to you, I promise to leave Japan. But, if they do, you, Shizu-chan, will be mine. Deal?

Note: This is the chapter that leads into the smut so yeah, lol.

It was great.

Wait—no.

It was more than great.

It was amazing no!

Perfect!

Yes. That's what it was.

Perfect.

As Izaya walked the streets of Ikebukuro, he lifted the hood of his jacket over his head, a devilish smile on his pale face. It was around 6 in the evening and the sun had begun to set. The sky was painted in a mixture of blue and orange as the tall buildings casted large, dark shadows.

Turning into an alley, Izaya walked in the shadow of a fairly large apartment. In that shadow, he felt protected. With his abnormally good eye sight in the dark and quiet, swift movement, the informant was invinceable in the dark.

A certain blonde knew that—well, he would.

Izaya would make sure of that.

When he reached the end of the alley and was faced with another side walk, he turned and walked past a group of teenagers. Walking around aimlessly proved to be a rather boring task to most, but to the informant, it was all but boring.

To him, it was an opportunity to interact and walk amongst his beloved humans. Every time he left his loft, it was just another chance to be around said species—another chance to study them.

Unlike his other trips around Ikebukuro, he wasn't interested in studying people.

Suddenly, Izaya spotted a head of blonde hair and bartender outft a few feet away. A fire lit itself within the raven haired and his pace sped up slightly.

He was done with observing everyone for now. Instead, the informant had another goal in mind. And just like his others, he wanted to reach it not matter what.

"I guess that's it for the day. See you tomorrow, Shizuo."

The blonde dropped his cigarette and stepped on it, killing the small bud. "Later."

After the two waved goodbye to each other, Tom turned away and made his away across the street. By the time he was out of sight, Izaya was already a few feet away from the protozoan. The debt collector's back was facing the informant, leaving the latter feeling glad. Because he was't able to see Izaya, it gave the raven haired tons and tons of possibilities—that's when it hit him.

Finally a few inches from the tall blonde, with a tiny snicker, Izaya reached forward.

Immediately, Shizuo whipped his head around to glare angrily at the person behind him.

Who the fuck just touched his ass?

Though it might've been by accident, Shizuo highly doubted it.

Just how does one accidentally grab another's ass by accident—scratch that. It wasn't just a grab. Someone also squeezed his ass cheek.

With his cheeks burning, the blonde turned with hands clenched into tight, rage filled fists.

"Did you just touch my—"

"Why hello there, Shizu-chan~"

Instantly, everything began to make sense. Unfortunately for everyone who was around the blonde, seeing the informant's face only made Shizuo's anger grow.

"Ne~ You're face is all pink~! I bet it was because of me~" Izaya teased, his delight increasing the angrier Shizuo got.

"What the fuck are you doing in Ikebukuro? I thought I told you never to step foot in here ever again!" He growled. Suprisingly enough, the debt collector was able to keep his fists from swinging and punching the informant in the face.

Izaya noted this but doubted it had anything to do with the self control he knew Shizuo lacked. The informant just assumed what kept his body in check was his mind telling him other, innocent people were around. Though he was aware of the way Shizuo lost all sight when angry enough, Izaya knew the blonde enough to know he tried his best not to hurt anyone who wasn't his target.

The target in that situation and in quite a few being Izaya.

Feigning hurt, Izaya pouted. "You're so mean to me! Don't you love me?"

Shizuo snorted. "That's like saying I love having a knife cut me up."

"If my memory proves to be correct, didn't I cut you in highschool?" Izaya said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his flickblade. With it, he sliced the blonde's shirt and vest, revealing the tone chest beneath.

Izaya's eyes soon spotted the scar he left on the day he first met the blonde and he smirked in amusement. "Yet despite having your chest cut, you continued coming after me. And every single time you did, you're always left with a new scar."

The blonde snarled as Izaya continued, his hand moving the knife closer until it poked under the blonde's collar bone. "It's like you wanted to be cut up. So if—"

"Don't twist me words around like that! You sick bastard!" Shizuo ignored the people that stared at him and reached forward. With on hand, he held Izaya by his neck, his hood sliding off to reveal his dark head of hair.

"What are you even doing here, flea?" Pulling Izaya closer, the blonde growled. "And you better have a good reason, none of that bull shit 'I'm visiting a friend' crap you always give me before pissing me off."

Though his smirk faltered due to the lack of air, the informant tried to act unaffected. "My, my, watch your language, Shizu-chan! There are children around!"

When Izaya was rewarded with Shizuo's glare darker, he continued. "Now, before you kill me, hear me out—"

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because," He started, his crimson orbs twinkling mischievously. "It may lead to me leaving Japan."

Shizuo's face became noticeably curious. When he remained silent, Izaya took it as permission to continue. "Before I continue, though, we have to talk somewhere inprivate."

"Hah. You should know damn well I don't trust being alone with you."

"If it helps, just so you know I don't have anything set up, why don't you decide where to go, ne?"

For a moment there was silence. Wordlessly, the two men stared at each other. One smugly and the other scowling. "Remember, Shizu-chan, if you win, I'll leave Japan and we may never, ever see each other again."

And with that, Shizuo's hold on Izaya's neck softened and he dropped the informant on his feet. Taking a hold of Izaya by the collar of his shirt, the blonde dragged him into an nearby alley behind the Russian Sushi place. Though the blonde didn't seem to notice, Izaya smiled evily, mischievious thoughts running through his mind.

Shoving Izaya roughly against the brick wall of the building next to Russian Sushi, Shizuo's scowl remained in place. "So, what do I have to do in order for you to leave Japan?"

They were around two feet apart from each other, and Izaya took a step forward, causing the blonde to take a step back in disgust. "All you have to do is play a game with me."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Play a game? What? Is that it?"

"That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. You just need to win. If you do then I'll promise to leave and never come back."

There was silence and Shizuo thought to himself. Though the thought of Izaya leaving Japan was like a dream come true, he still knew better than to trust the flea. Izaya was known for being a master at twisting his words and going around rules. Even if he won, Shizuo strongly doubted the informant would be going anywhere.

Then again, if he didn't leave, Shizuo would always have the chance to kill the flea—to crush him with his own hands and make sure he didn't cause anyone else in or out of Japan any trouble.

"I'll 'play' with you only if you tell me what'll happen."

"What do you mean, Shizu-chan?"

"You know what I mean! Just tell me what we're going to do!"

A smirk formed on Izaya's face and he took step closer. This time, the blonde stood his ground. "It's simple, you just have to resist me. Or in other words, all you have to do is prove you truly hate me."

Shizuo snorted. "Pfft. I already do that."

"So, I take it you accept my offer to play? If you decline, though, it proves you don't hate me. Who knows? You may even love me without even knowing it!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I hate you! And I'll do whatever it takes to get you to leave."

"So you promise to play and follow the rules?"

Without thinking, Shizuo agreed. It seemed easy enough, all he had to do was prove he hated the flea. Considering the fact he'd been doing so by trying to hurt the informant when he had the chance, Shizuo knew he'd win. "You have my word. I'll do whatever. So now what?"

And with that, the blonde sealed his own fate.

"Now we play, Shizu-chan~"

Taking out his flick blade, the informant sliced the rest of Shizuo's already cut shirt and vest. The black and white fabric slid off his body, revealing his muscled arms and torso. With another swift movement of his knife, he sliced the blonde's belt and button of his jeans, causing the black pants to slide off his hips slightly.

"What the fu—" Shizuo yelled angrily before he was cut off.

As the sky faded into black, the street lights began to turn on. Closing the space between them, Izaya slid his arms around the blonde and pressed their lips together.

Sliding his tongue into Shizuo's mouth, the raven expertly swirled and licked with his tongue. Using the arms he had around the blonde's neck, Izaya pulled him down, deepening the kiss. Uknowingly, Shizuo's cheeks flushed and his body became embarassingly hot.

Quickly, the debt collector pulled away with a menacing glare.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He blushed the second he heard the breathlessness of his voice.

"Simple, the game has already started and we've already begun."

A/N: SOMEONE. STOP. ME. I keep making new fics! /Shot.

Anyways tell me what you think and if I should continue? I still have a lot of other fics to work on so if this get's a good reaction I'll probably update lol. It's late where I am and I'm too lazy to go over this so sorry for the mistakes! If anyone has read my other fics, I'll be updating Down With Love!, Toys, and Substitutions soon~

Btw, I hope you all enjoyed losing the game :3