TBTO

Chapter 8: Because you mean something (Part A)

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"Who is that person?" Izaya asked, nonchalantly leaning over the older man's shoulder, his chest brushing his back.

"None of your business." The coldness from the suited man's voice yielded no bitterness from the other. He was used to it.

"Afraid I'm going to stick my nose where it doesn't belong?" Izaya chuckled softly, his breath caressing the older man's ear, gently.

"I know how you are," Shiki responded, confirming the statement.

Thin lips curved into a frown.

"You know, just because you're friends with my parents, doesn't mean you have to treat me like a kid. I am your boyfriend, after all." Izaya chastised, nuzzling his face into the man's neck.

"I'm not interested." Shiki commented, never taking his eyes off of his work.

"So cruel, Shiki-san~ You're going to ignore me again?"

" Stop acting so needy. I have work to do."

Izaya sighed, staring blankly into the other's neck.

"Don't be like that. You must be thinking about it too, right?" He asked, his crimson orbs shifting to the side, refusing to meet eyes with the other.

A long sigh was heard and the shifting of a chair. "You're still as childish and needy as ever. You never change."

Head hidden within the crook of the older man's neck, Izaya breathed in.

"When are you going to stop using others to cope?" Shiki reprimanded. His tone held no sting.

"This will be the last time. I swear."

Izaya swallowed, thickly. He couldn't meet the other's eyes. They both knew it was a lie.

Bringing his lips up to the soft flesh of the other's ear, he exhaled.

"So," he paused, "let's fuck . . ., neh?"

Flesh glided over flesh, sweet friction causing eyes to bug, until tears began to bead.

"A-aaah, Sh-Shiki!" A breathless Izaya moaned out into the other's ear, nails clenching into the fabric of the yakuza executive's suit.

Reaching up to initiate a kiss from the man, Izaya gasped, as a warning growl sounded, and the high school student was pushed into the surface of the hardwood floor.

He whimpered.

Head pressed into the hard, coldness, as a fist gripped the mess of raven hair, Izaya breathed in a shaky gasp.

"Shiki -san. . ., not so, hngh . . .!, rough!" Izaya gasped, as a hand dived into the waistband of his boxers.

"Shut up or I'll gag you, Orihara." Shiki warned, giving a light, but firm squeeze to the younger's arousal, earning a shudder and an out of breath moan in response.

"F-fuck . . ."

It was messed up. It was childish. It was the wrong way to deal with things.

Pumping his needy cock faster, a guttural moan escaped Izaya at the older man's administrations, drool escaping from between the expanse of his lips. His jeans were uncomfortably tight and his body, becoming heated with need.

F-uck! It's not enough . . .! Why did that have to happen?! Why couldn't I have saved them sooner? I wouldn't blame them if they said they hated me . . .

Suddenly, as if these very thoughts brought him back to the present, Izaya yelled out. "Sh-it! Shiki-san! Fuck, get on with it, already!" He growled, eyes swimming with a mix of different emotions. Lust. Fear. Frustration. Anguish. Desperation.

Momentarily staring each other in the eye, Shiki leaned forwards and . . . unexpectedly kissed Izaya's lips.

The kiss was soft and gentle, very unlike Shiki. Well, kisses at all were rare for Shiki, much less with him initiating them. Confused, Izaya kissed back after a pause of hesitance, and shivered as a wave of vulnerability washed over him. Shiki could always see right through to him, it seemed. It never failed to send a cold feeling of dread throughout the high-schooler. Izaya prided in his ability to appear as a mystery. Although it was a lonely aspect of his life, it meant less trouble for him, since people would often times not see his flaws. But with Shiki, that didn't apply. He'd been around from the start, after all.

Breaking the kiss, Izaya maneuvered his body so that the front of his body was one with the floor, his mouth inches away from Shiki's hardened cock, while the back of his body was raised in the air. He gave a taunting lick to the head of the man's cock, crimson orbs flicking upwards to gauge the man's reaction. . . . It seemed almost bored.

Licking his lips in determination, Izaya almost smirked. He always treated these things as somewhat of a game. Shiki had always been a tough cookie to crack. The challenge was half the fun, really. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Izaya could tell that Shiki was doing this on purpose. He knew that it was a turn on for Izaya, and that it would serve well to distract him from his thoughts, and truthfully . . . it was working well.

With a flick of his tongue, Izaya dragged the soft, pink appendage up the length of the man's cock, slowly, teasingly, and shifted his ass in the air from side to side, as if lightly dancing to an unheard music. His view returned to the focus of the yakuza executive, watching as the man traced his every movement, but unfortunally, not a single change in expression occurred. It seemed he would have to try harder than that . . .

Sensually running one hand down the man's still partly clothed thigh, the other hand dipped partly into the man's pants, so that it could travel down the to the part of Shiki's cock, that was still hidden within the man's clothing. Dipping his head further, Izaya's entire mouth came down over the other man's arousal. Sucking on the tip, Izaya was finally awarded a soft grunt of approval. Grinning, he continued his ministrations, taking in more of the length, as he hummed a tune.

When hands came down to tug at his ink-stained hair, Izaya smirked. Suddenly being flipped over and pinned not so lightly to the floor, Izaya groaned. Before he could recuperate, his pants were pulled down in a second, along with his boxers, and thrown away to the side, somewhere; where exactly, Izaya didn't care.

"Finally! Thought you were starting to get cold feet, Shiki-san," Izaya purred, staring up at him with half lidded eyes.

Glaring, Shiki promptly shoved three fingers into the unsuspecting teen's mouth.

"Mnf!" Izaya fought back a glare of his own, instead focusing his energy on the three digits within his mouth. Rolling his tongue purposefully against them, Izaya played with the fingers a little, before sucking on each one, individually, and making sure each was properly coated with saliva.

Pulling the fingers out of his mouth, Izaya turned his body so that his backside was facing the yakuza executive. Leading the fingers near his heated entrance, Izaya allowed Shiki to take the rest of the lead, as he bent his head, resting it between his arms in the front.

Wasting no time, Shiki quickly thrusted all three digits into Izaya's hole at once.

"Nngh!" A semi pained filled expression blossomed over the teens face, mixed with a look of discomfort. "Neh, Shiki-san, st-op rushing it!"

"I thought you wanted me to get on with it, Orihara." Shiki commented, continuing to thrust the fingers in and out of the high-schooler.

"F-uuck!" Izaya dug his finger nails into his palms, tensing his body at the uncomfortable feeling. It had been a while since Izaya had had sex with anyone, and unfortunally, he failed to remember Shiki's brashness.

Rolling his eyes, Shiki curved his fingers ever so slightly, and dove in.

"AH! Th-there! Right there!" Izaya moaned, as the man hit his sweet spot. It still hurt a little, but the pleasure was far greater. Izaya bit his fist, stifling his moans, as Shiki continued thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that spot at times, while other times, purposefully missing.

"Mnghhh, Shiki . . . san," Izaya groaned, face flushed with pleasure.

Grunting in reply, the fingers were abruptly removed. Izaya shivered at the wet squelching sound, turning his head back, to look at the yakuza executive.

The head of his cock was pointed at the teen's heated entrance, and Izaya shivered, feeling the flesh gliding over his skin, before entering.

He gasped, his insides tightening against the almost foreign intruder, as the stern faced man pushed further in.

Once he was fully sheathed inside, Izaya panted, attempting to catch his breath, as sweat pooled down his body.

Waiting for the teen to adjust, Shiki's fingers curled against his waist. Panting filled the quiet, before Izaya pushed backwards, signaling for the man to continue, silently. It started off slow, before gaining momentum, as Izaya moaned and clawed at the floor; it was all he could do, to hold onto this world.

"Mmmnff! Haaa, mnnnngh . . ." He shuddered and mewled in pleasure, feeling his insides being stretched, fully.

"Hmfff . . . You know, Orihara, you're pretty tight right now. Loosen up, some," Shiki advised, thrusting back in, feeling the heat.

The stuttering reply came back instantly. "E-easy for y-ou to say,you're not the aaahn, one being fucked."

Smirking, Shiki let out a chuckle, sending shivers down the younger's spine. The sound of skin against skin was loud in both their ears, gyrating in a cacophony of out of breath pants. At a particularly hard thrust, Izaya tilted his head back, sweat clumping his bangs to his forehead, as he nearly screamed in pleasure.

"A-aaaaaah! Sh-iki! Th-there!" He managed to bite out, feeling his body shake and convulse sporadically with each and every thrust.

His body felt on fire. He was about to tell Shiki to speed it up a little, when out of the blue, a familiar ring tone went off.

"Ah?" 'Shizu-chan?' Izaya blinked, slow in his reaction, from his lust fogged mind. As Shiki continued to pummel into him, filling him with his hot and needy cock, Izaya felt his insides melting, but still in the back of his mind, he felt something was wrong. 'Shizu-chan never calls . . .' It was true. The man had always been rather somewhat awkward of a person, and calling wasn't his style; he rather preferred to text. Maybe Izaya was looking too much into it, but he couldn't help the sliver of concern creeping into his unfocused mind.

At the continuing of the ringing, he grasped hold of that feeling.

"Orihara, shut that damn thing off," Shiki said with annoyance, a vein popping at his temple.

"A-ahnnnn, w-wait. I think, haaa, it might be something, mmngh, important," Izaya replied, in between moans.

"Tsk, hurry up." Shiki ordered, gripping his nails into the other's back.

Izaya nodded, almost indiscreetly, before reaching for his phone, which was a short distance away, and pressing the answer button, putting the phone to his ear.

"Shizu?" Izaya asked, out of breath.

"Ah! Flea . . ., I, uh . . ." The sound of the older man's voice over the phone sounded hesitant and stressed, as well as surprised, as if he wasn't expecting him to actually answer.

"Orihara . . ." Shiki warned, giving a not too subtle thrust into the younger's body.

"FUCK!" Izaya screamed into the phone, nearly dropping it in surprise, as the intense gratification of his prostate being hit, filled him.

"What's wrong?!" Shizuo yelled in concern, hearing the sudden scream, and becoming worried.

"Ngh, n-nothing. I uh, f-fell," Izaya covered quickly, thinking up a lie off the top of his head, and shooting Shiki a dark look. The man simply shrugged.

"Oh . . ., are you okay?" Shizuo asked on the other end.

"Yeah. Anyway, what's up? You don't usually call." Izaya spoke, driving straight to the point, and masking his state of self.

"I . . ."

Izaya waited for the other to finish, biting into his wrist, as Shiki continued his assault on him, never letting up for a second. But when Shizuo didn't answer, Izaya took things into his own hands.

"Wh-ats, wrong?" He stuttered, feeling disgusted for enjoying himself, while his friend seemed to be in some sort of unexplained emotional stress.

"I . . ., er you know what, it's not important. Just forget about it."

Izaya frowned. How unusual . . . Shizuo never acted so hesitant and timid. He decided that that just didn't sit well with him.

Before, he could respond, another well aimed thrust hit his prostate and Izaya was seeing stars. When he came back too, he refocused his attention on the phone call.

"Are you sure you're okay?! You sound really out of breath and like you're in pain or something . . ." Shizuo voiced, laying out his concerns.

"Don't worry about it. Now you tell me what's going on. St-op, hngh, hiding it!" He retorted, glaring daggers at the phone.

"But! I, it's a lot to ask . . . I just don't feel comfortable about it. I don't even know why I called . . ."

"Bull! I'll be the judge of that! Tell me!"

Shizuo swallowed on the other end, calculating what his response should be. He trusted Izaya, but . . .

He left the thought unfinished.

". . . I gotta go. Sorry, don't worry about it."

Izaya was in shock for a moment, both by the amazingly euphoric sensations riding through him, and by the other's response. The line going dead snapped the other out of his thoughts.

Clenching the phone tightly in his grasp, Izaya bit his lip. He felt like shit and all he wanted was a good time, to rid his mind of bad memories, but he knew he'd regret ignoring his friend. So taking a deep breath, Izaya opened his mouth.

"Shiki, stop."

The words confused the older man just enough, so that he stopped thrusting.

Before he could respond, Izaya cut in.

"I have to go. I know this is a bad time and I was the one who asked for this, but something came up."

Red eyes looked back and met with cold, black ones, gauging a reaction.

Shiki's face was unreadable.

"Shiki."

Sighing, Shiki pulled out, and placed one hand on the other's head.

It was all Izaya needed to know the man understood.

A.N.- Hello guys~ It's been a while, hasn't it? ^_^ I've had a lot going on, honestly, as well as some writer's block. But, I wanted to get this out for a friend's birthday, so here it is. Sorry if the end seems a bit rushed, but I have school tomorrow, so I had to finish fast. Tell me what you all think! Happy birthday, Brittany!

P.S.- This chapter will be split into two parts. This is part A