Unattended 2/5
anonymous
March 22 2011, 04:19:22 UTC
Ikebukuro at night had this certain air about it that Shizuo loved. He loved Ikebukuro despite some of the trash that lingered there. He had always loved his beloved city and planned rid it of all the trash.
The first one on the list was that flea.
His temper flared at just the thought of the louse. That feeling of anger made his muscles pulse and jump, he gritted his teeth as he stalked through the night.
He had not been expecting to smell the stench so early in his night. It made his blood boil and his eyes narrow. His senses felt heightened as he stalked the night. He breathed in the air of Ikebukuro, perhaps to catch the offending scent. His eyes watched every movement it caught- just in case its the sight of white fur and red eyes. His ears twitched subtly as they listened for the familiar snicker.
Yes, the trash was in Ikebukuro. He could sense it. And once he found him-
He would kill him.
Shizuo growled as he turned another corner, making his way toward a seedy bar. The scent was there. He cracked his knuckles until he heard the flea's voice from inside an alleyway beside the bar. He grinned and spun on his heel.
“IIIIIIZAAAAYAAA-KUUUUUUN~”
He walked toward the man with confidence. He'd kill the flea today. He would kill him and it would feel so fucking good.
He stepped closer. “What the fuck are you doing in Ikebu...kuro...”
He had stumbled over his words as he realized why Izaya was in the alleyway instead of the bar. He blinked and felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the flea. Those black pants lay on the louses' feet, pooled around those ankles, black boxers hanging on those pale calves. His eyes caught and held on the way that hand jerked and...
He felt his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he watched the head of Izaya's cock slide in and out of sight in his palm, like an exotic peep show. He shuddered as his cigarette fell and hit a puddle with a plop. His eyes finally lifted away from that cock and looked at Izaya's face. The man's face flushed, pupils blown with what could be desire, and his mouth open, a small line of drool seeping out of his mouth.
Shizuo swallowed a lump in his throat as Izaya threw back his head, arched his back, and let out the hottest moan he'd ever heard in his life. The cattish howl made his cock twitch.
The first one on the list was that flea.
His temper flared at just the thought of the louse. That feeling of anger made his muscles pulse and jump, he gritted his teeth as he stalked through the night.
He had not been expecting to smell the stench so early in his night. It made his blood boil and his eyes narrow. His senses felt heightened as he stalked the night. He breathed in the air of Ikebukuro, perhaps to catch the offending scent. His eyes watched every movement it caught- just in case its the sight of white fur and red eyes. His ears twitched subtly as they listened for the familiar snicker.
Yes, the trash was in Ikebukuro. He could sense it. And once he found him-
He would kill him.
Shizuo growled as he turned another corner, making his way toward a seedy bar. The scent was there. He cracked his knuckles until he heard the flea's voice from inside an alleyway beside the bar. He grinned and spun on his heel.
“IIIIIIZAAAAYAAA-KUUUUUUN~”
He walked toward the man with confidence. He'd kill the flea today. He would kill him and it would feel so fucking good.
He stepped closer. “What the fuck are you doing in Ikebu...kuro...”
He had stumbled over his words as he realized why Izaya was in the alleyway instead of the bar. He blinked and felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at the flea. Those black pants lay on the louses' feet, pooled around those ankles, black boxers hanging on those pale calves. His eyes caught and held on the way that hand jerked and...
He felt his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as he watched the head of Izaya's cock slide in and out of sight in his palm, like an exotic peep show. He shuddered as his cigarette fell and hit a puddle with a plop. His eyes finally lifted away from that cock and looked at Izaya's face. The man's face flushed, pupils blown with what could be desire, and his mouth open, a small line of drool seeping out of his mouth.
Shizuo swallowed a lump in his throat as Izaya threw back his head, arched his back, and let out the hottest moan he'd ever heard in his life. The cattish howl made his cock twitch.
“Flea?”
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