Arms wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him closer as lips caressed his skin, a warmth overwhelmed his whole being. Where last night had been cold, any contact frigid and disgusting, this warm embrace of plush lips upon his features was like the gentle glow of the sun. He felt his eyes hover shut as the other touched him, kissed along his body. This was not how Shizu- Tsugaru- whatever his persona's name with the sword acted. They were like opposites of the same coin.

"Izaya," the name was purred like a fine wine, acting like a drug throughout his system. Rough treatment having been a tutor to Izaya's body, he reacted in a submissive manner. Eyes hovering closed before his arms clung to the other. A mewl, a soft, weak sound escaped him. He looked up at the other with needy eyes, the red hue shining with knowledge of what was to come.

His ass was still sore after all. He couldn't stop the pain, and here Tsugar-Shizuo was trying to add onto that pain. The hands that moved lower down his body sent jolts of a somewhat familiar emotion coursing through his body. He didn't know what exactly to do. His teeth bit down into his lip, the metallic taste of copper filling his mouth as he broke skin.

Shizuo looked down at him, eyes forever elusive towards his true intentions. He moved closer and Izaya found himself preparing for the pain, the sloppy, gruesome kisses that went with being in such an intimate situation with the beast. The pressing of Shizuo's lips to his own was tentative, fleeting, causing his body to yearn and demand more. The second touch of their lips was longer, filled with more feeling this time. With every kiss that the two had, Izaya could feel himself becoming aroused, to his great distain. His body felt warm, his chest going into fits of bubbliness, his erection slowly coming into fruition. He couldn't stop the soft sounds, the pathetic noise that left him.

The blond seemed to feel no qualms in their actions, making the brunet wonder in a vague tangent if the man had always wanted this. The thought was quickly dispelled, cast aside as the feelings began to overflow all thought and reason. He couldn't move away or banish the man from his side if he had tried. His legs, those scratches from the night before, started to hurt less; the pain becoming a twisted pleasure. The hands that ghosted over them sent him into a deeper reverie. He was lost to those hands, to the sensual, carnal desires his human form wanted.

He was broken. In every sense of the word.

"Izaya, lift your ass."

His ass raised without argument, his eyes glazing over from everything, he couldn't… everything was so far gone. Shizuo busied himself with positioning himself at the entrance of the informant. He could feel the end of the erection press lightly against his opening. And with that, the ex-bartender entered him, pushing himself slowly into him.

Of course, no lubricant, no preparation, just right into his very core. It was as though Shizuo was opening him from the inside and messing with his inner workings, he couldn't seem to remember why he hated him, why he was not supposed to be here. He couldn't think, he could breathe and this air was offensive. He yanked the other down to his level, ravishing his mouth as the blond kissed him back with equal intensity. They both could feel one another, Shizuo's hard length within the informant, the informant's tight heat enveloping him like a glove. There was nothing to stop this, nothing to change a thing. Izaya's being submissive beyond all reason, alluring as much as it was strange for the man. Shizuo couldn't stop himself from moving forward, sliding his cock out slowly, just until his very cock's head was almost out, then back in, again, just as slow. In and out, over and over, at that languid and aggravating pace, the informant felt like he was caught in the waves of the ocean, the thrusting in sending an overwhelming amount of pleasure through him. The leaving of the penis leaving him longing for more; he wasn't sure what was worse.

But the pressure continued to build over the course of time, the blond making no other moves to satisfy him, merely thrusting into and out of him. His shaggy mop of blond hair was just visible to the informant as he rested himself atop him. As though he could read the other's mind, those fleeting kisses began again. So soft, so sweet, it made him squirm. This was not how things were supposed to be. The man was supposed to be violent, supposed to be a monster. Monsters and tenderness had no place with one another.

"I thought… you said you were going to fuck me…"

The blond chuckled, eyes flashing, "I like this method of fucking better and you seem to be upset so it must be working."

Izaya went to argue before the overwhelming precipice was crossed, his orgasm taking over him, the blond's name escaping him before he could do anything better.

The man continued now, pounding into him, milking the climax for all it was worth from him. Izaya felt unable to cope, so far beyond all reason. It wasn't until his climax began to slowly dissipate that he realized his insides were being filled. The blond over him, sweating and panting, was cuming inside of him. He groaned, bucking his hips, hips that were latched onto with two of the ex-bartender's hands before the man continued to push him for all he was worth. That strength of his making it impossible to move, to fight; Izaya could only remain in place and moan, moan like a wanton madman.

The other's name was on the informant's lips, over and over being released. "Shizuo Shizuo Shizuo Shizuo," like a computer that was frozen, like a record as the needle tried desperately to find its place, he repeated the blond's name. And Shizuo loved it, it was written upon his every feature. Whether it was the grin that graced his face, the seed that was flowing unendingly into the informant's body, or just the tender kisses given to his body; Shizuo very much was enjoying this.

Izaya felt the final bit of cum enter him before the large brute leaned against him. Pulling out, Shizuo shook his head, laughing a bit. "You are a good lay, Flea."

As though that was a compliment, the informant tried to find words. Words, sentences, paragraphs, pages for a lawsuit against the sexual escapade of the blond. He felt reprogrammed as his body instinctively wrapped itself around the blond. "Shut up," he murmured, "I fucking hate you."

The blond paid his words no heed, laughing them off, before pulling the other close. "I will make up for those cuts, Flea."

"How noble of you," the informant replied, feeling the icy grip of unconsciousness reaching from the depths of his mind to drag him to blissful slumber.

"I mean it."

Of course you do, Izaya thought, feeling the last of his consciousness fade.

A/N: Sorry for the wait.

Delic: She is lazy, look at this, and here I am expected to be having a dirty minded fight with Tsu somewhere while you all waited how long?

PI: ...Shush Delic. You enjoy it.

Delic: Well, I'm not going to argue that.

PI: Review~