Twilight of peaceful times [11/?]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:00:25 UTC
"It would be nice if you gave me a few compliments, you know. Like, that my skin shines with thousands of butterfly-like sparkles", Izaya said with a laughter hidden in his voice - and before the blond could call him new, creative names, he took Shizuo into his mouth.
At that point, Heiwajima was more than sure he saw some sparkles floating before his eyes.
Shizuo gasped when Orihara started licking him, all tongue and teeth and flesh and warmth. The informant put his both hands on Heiwajima's hips, apparently trying to pin him down with his small body. The blond probably would have found that quite amusing, if he wasn't so desperately trying not to gasp with every movement that Orihara made.
This had to be some kind of a weird, sick dream. Only Heiwajima was pretty sure he didn't want to dream about the informant shamelessly sucking him off.
Not to mention that his sexy fantasies had never felt so damn good. „This... is... way too crazy... to be true”, Shizuo managed to say, trying to stay calm and collected and failing at it miserably.
The informant responded with a moan and Shizuo could swear he was enjoying it too, that bastard-
- and just when the blond thought that it couldn't get any worse - or better - or worse - or whatever, one of Orihara's hands left his hip and grabbed his balls.
A loud moan escaped Shizuo's lips, probably shattering a bit of his pride, but at this point, he didn't care about anything save for the warmth of Orihara's mouth on his cock. Breathing heavily, he looked at Izaya, whose face was bright red instead of usual ivory white - and it actually surprised him to see that the informant really enjoyed it, too. His free hand was rubbing the bulge of his pants, and Shizuo stared with a strange fascination at Orihara's movements.
Izaya unzipped his pants and grabbed his own cock, slowly and sensually caressing it with his thumb. How the hell the louse managed to look so hot while doing it, Shizuo didn't know, but he'd be damned if he admitted it out loud.
Heiwajima moaned when Orihara took him deeper. For a while, he tried to imagine someone else servicing him, like some hot chick or whatever, but all his brain could show him was Izaya in high heels and a very short leather dress.
Well, it did help Shizuo's cock stay straight, just not the way he wanted it to be.
Orihara didn't have to do much more after that, the blond knew he was going to come in a second, and briefly wondered if he should tell Izaya about it - but that would probably be a bit awkward, and -
- no wait, the whole situation was beyond awkward, or maybe something else, Shizuo's inner dictionary was at this very moment kind of lacking.
Heiwajima's head connected painfully with the wall when he finally came; pure bliss flowed through his veins, and his breath caught in his throat, making his head go blank. He wished he could just close his eyes at this point and enjoy the sensation, but all he was able to do was watching Orihara.
The louse came too - a few drops of semen dropped on the bedsheets, some were sticking to his chest, but what caught Shizuo's attention fully was Izaya's mouth, his lips moistened with saliva and a white liquid. He licked it off absently, and the blond's mouth went dry.
Well, that was kinda hot.
No, no. No, just wait a second here, brain! This was not what Heiwajima thought. At all.
Just tell him that when it's all over, he is so dead, Shizuo pleaded - trying not to think too much about the fact that he was now basically speaking to his own brain.
"Where... how... how did you... learn something like this", was all the blond managed to say, too confused and way too hot to come up with something more adequate to the situation.
Twilight of peaceful times [12/?]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:02:21 UTC
Izaya straightened up - and Shizuo briefly wondered how bad it was that he couldn't take his eyes off the drops of semen trickling down Orihara's chest. "My, Shizu-chan, you should know that vampires should be at least good at sucking", the informant whispered in a soft voice, apparently trying to be sexy - and the blond wished he could say something about him failing at it miserably.
"That joke... was so bad... that Kida kid would be proud of you", Shizuo commented, following Izaya's fingers with his eyes; right now, the louse was licking them for some reason unknown to him, and Heiwajima didn't like the effect his movements had on his poor, poor cock.
"Well, my bad... I apologize! I think I should do something to make up for that", Izaya said with a grin, and the blond was now sure he would not like what Orihara is about to say, or even worse - he would enjoy it a lot.
The informant smiled brightly.
"So, Shizu-chan, would you like to fuck me?", he asked in a perfectly innocent voice.
Shizuo kind of expected this question. Really, he did. But even so, he didn't actually expect Izaya the creepy fucker to look so ravishingly submissive while asking so.
„Ravishingly” is probably the most complicated word in your dictionary, and you had to use it to describe the louse, of all people, the smart part of his brain mocked him.
The less smart and bigger part of his brain just wanted to pin the bastard down and fuck him senseless. „Untie me and you will know the answer”, Shizuo growled while still trying to look cool. To Heiwajima's surprise, Izaya reached for his cuffs - with a key in his hand.
Well, would you look at that. The blond thought that Orihara would at least wait for a clearer answer before setting the living Armaggeddon free. How stupid.
Only when Izaya's thigh accidentally touched his cock, he realized he already gave him a pretty clear, visual answer.
Well, shit.
Izaya uncuffed the blond's hands, and for a second Heiwajima wanted to jump to Orihara's throat and make him beg for his life. However, the blond was pretty sure he knew what the louse would offer for his life, so it would end in sex anyway.
Why bother, then?
Orihara freed his legs, and now Shizuo was able to move fully. „What now?”, he growled, trying not to stare too much at the louse, who was now getting rid of his pants. He really was skinny, but at least his body was kinda nice to look at, Heiwajima thought. Shizuo blinked, when Orihara positioned himself on the bed comfortably - the bastard was too relaxed for his own good.
Izaya smiled that goddamn smile of his that made the blond want to murder innocent kittens - and maybe, just maybe, fuck Orihara senseless - before he spread his legs in front of Heiwajima and sensually traced a white line of semen on his chest with a lanky finger.
Okay. Now Shizuo knew, what exactly was so hot about two guys doing it.
Twilight of peaceful times [13/?]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:03:00 UTC
"Not sure what to do?", Izaya teased, still smilling. His free hand reached to Shizuo's chest, and then wrapped around the back of Heiwajima's neck, pulling him closer, until their lips met.
Orihara's kiss was hot and a bit salty - which made Shizuo remember the informer's mouth on his cock, and he shivered a bit, enjoying the sensation. Izaya's other hand slowly reached for the blond's dick as he guided him to lean over his lanky body.
Shizuo hesitated.
"You are so- you know, all bones and skin, and-"
Orihara brightened. "Aww, so you have no problems with tossing vending machines on me, but you are afraid that your big, nasty cock will - what was that line they use in every lame porn movie again? Oh yes, tear me apart? That's so cute, Shizu-chan!"
Ten minutes ago, Shizuo was pretty sure he couldn't possibly turn any deeper shade of red.
Leave it to Izaya to prove him wrong.
"But you know, I like it rough", Orihara added, licking his lips. "And I enjoy taking risks. And right now I love how very, very risky your cock is", the informer said shamelessly - and Shizuo was pretty sure that one more line like this, and he's going to come just by listening to his dirty talk.
And then Izaya would tease him about it for the whole eternity, and then some, knowing the bastard. "I will make you regret saying that", Shizuo growled, and, guided by Orihara's hand, he positioned himself slowly.
"That's funny, I do recall you telling me something about not being gay", Izaya teased, bringing Heiwajima down for another kiss. The blond gasped, when something cold and wet touched his cock at the same time; he figured out it had to be the louse's hand, probably covered with some lubricant or something. They kissed for a while, and the informant used that time to prepare Shizuo's cock with his skillful fingers. Fucking multitasker.
Finally, with a bit of the informant's help, he managed to put his dick in front of the Orihara's opening.
„I'm not gay,” Shizuo reaffirmed firmly - which even to his own ears sounded kinda hilarious, as his dick was already making its way up Izaya's ass.
Orihara gasped, and one of his hands caught a fistfull of Heiwajima's hair. The blond didn't even notice, because he was too busy enjoying the warmth of Orihara's body around his cock. It felt familiar, and at the same time, it did not, or at least that's what his brain was trying to tell him. Right now, Shizuo wasn't sure about anything, save for a few basic facts: one, he was fucking his mortal enemy, two, he was enjoying it, and three, gasping and moaning and blushing Izaya was an incredible turn-on.
After he got used to the new sensation, he slowly started moving his hips; the informant seemed to enjoy himself, and was more vocal than Shizuo had thought he would be. Orihara wasn't even trying to stay silent - he was moaning with every thrust Heiwajima made, and of course, that didn't stop him from talking -
„Shizu-chan's... dick... feels... really nice... but am I... tight enough... for Shizu-chan?”
Twilight of peaceful times [14/?]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:04:04 UTC
Heiwajima answered with a growl; his hand landed on Izaya's chest, and he experimentally pinched the soft flesh between his fingers. A soft moan escaped from Orihara's lips, and the blond thought it was kind of cute - which was probably the last word he would come up with when describing the bastard in normal circumstances.
Heiwajima lowered himself and put his face next to Izaya's ear. „Enjoying yourself, huh?”, Shizuo asked, his warm breath on the informant's neck.
„You seem to enjoy yourself... more... my dear, straight friend”, Izaya commented with mocking voice. Heiwajima gasped, when Orihara's teeth closed on his ear, biting it, but not hard enough to draw blood.
The blond raised his head, and looked into the informant's eyes.
„Why... the fuck... are you doing all this,” Heiwajima asked between thrusts, watching Izaya with interest; the louse was keeping his hands away from his dick, as if he wanted to focus only on the blond's cock inside of him.
„Shizu-chan... gets to... fuck me, so it's only fair... I get... to fuck with you,” Izaya said in a serious voice, which almost made the blond shiver. The cold feeling melted quickly when Orihara pulled Heiwajima into a deep kiss, and then pressed his whole body against Shizuo's.
Heiwajima growled deep in his throat, and easily lifted up the informant. Izaya took advantage of the new position and started moving himself up and down, making the blond gasp in pleasure.
At that moment, Shizuo knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, but to his surprise, Orihara came first. White drops landed on Heiwajima's chest when a scream escaped from the informant's mouth. Izaya mumbled something, and then put his head on the blond's shoulder, shivering with pleasure that flowed through his body.
With a few more thrusts, Shizuo came as well. The second time felt better; he was tired, but in a good way, and he was kind of enjoying the warmth of Izaya's body pressed against his chest. For a few seconds, they were silent save for a few ragged, loud breaths that escaped from their lungs.
It felt good.
Heiwajima almost grumbled with discontent when Orihara's head rose from his shoulder; the informant was still flushed, but his usual, sly smile returned to his lips.
Izaya looked at the drops of semen on his hands. „Weird, it doesn't sparkle.”
Twilight of peaceful times [15/?]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:05:16 UTC
Shizuo felt strange. He was tired, obviously, but also strangely content. It was dawning already; he didn't get much sleep - actually, he was pretty sure he did not sleep at all - not that it bothered him much at this very moment.
He looked at Izaya, who was now playing with his cellphone next to him; the informant was laying on the top of the bedsheets, naked. His body wasn't really that pretty, way too skinny, Heiwajima thought, but he did have nice legs and milky, smooth skin. „Enjoying what you see, Shizu-chan?”, Orihara asked with a laughter hidden in his voice, dark eyes still fixed on his cellphone.
„Maybe. So... what now?”, Shizuo asked, realizing too late that he was probably ruining the mood with his question. Not that he thought there was some kinda mood or something. Obviously, he did not.
Totally.
Izaya smirked. "Well, Shizu-chan, no idea about you, but I'll obviously continue waiting for a new, glorious masterpiece of Miss Meyer's! Have you seen those wild hordes of fangirls Edward has?"
"... You are asking stuff like this on purpose, you louse."
Izaya's hand reached to his chest. "Me? Never! But you see, they are so happy, I feel almost connected to them. I wish I was as talented as Miss Meyer. I have so many interesting ideas, you know. If I were her, I'd name my next book "Daylight outing", or something like that. I'd write that Bella is, in fact, male, which makes Edward not as heterosexual as most of fangirls would like to believe, and -"
"- You are weird."
"Why, thank you."
The blond tensed a bit, when Izaya's finger traced the muscles of his chest. "Don't think you are safe with me now, you louse. I still want to kill you and I will kill you next time we meet", Shizuo growled, but that only made Orihara's smirk more... Well, evil.
"I'm pretty sure you will, Shizu-chan. Oh yes, if I did one wrong move, you would kill me, right? And then you would do it again. And then some more. On a desk. Or against a vending machine. Don't you think that vending machines are nice?", Izaya asked, and then licked his lips.
Shizuo's brow twitched.
As did his cock.
"I changed my mind, I'm killing you here and now.”
Twilight of peaceful times [16/16]
anonymous
May 2 2010, 10:06:03 UTC
Ikebukuro was silent. It felt almost unreal - well, at least for Shizuo, who fully expected another day full of fangirls and screams and squeals and shit. He hummed something under his breath while strolling past stores and people, recalling the events of the last night.
He really, really liked his denial, but he had to admit - Orihara was damn good in bed. Even if the bastard was plotting something (and Heiwajima was pretty sure he was), the last night was pretty much worth the risk.
Shizuo, deep in his thoughts, suddenly realized that someone close to him was sobbing silently. His head turned into a direction of the sounds - and he blinked when his eyes noticed a bunch of crying fangirls in front of a bookstore.
Shizuo, suddenly interested, decided to check the situation out. Something felt out of place; the bookstore was covered with posters that said something about the new dark vampire book coming out - and yet, the fangirls didn't seem really happy. Heiwajima, out of curiousity, looked through the glass that separated him from the bookstore - and his jaw literally dropped.
A stack of books was displayed behind the window. They all had a black cover with some weird symbolic stuff on it and bright, white letters that read „Stephenie Meyer: Daylight outing”.
Shizuo blinked. „Daylight outing”.
”Daylight outing”.
One of the fangirls close to the petrified Heiwajima sobbed. „How could she do something like that to us?! Edward, gay?! That's something I will never accept!”
Shizuo's brow twitched.
„This got to be some kind of a joke! Bella can't be male, I mean, I can't believe that our mistress would be able to come up with something like this!”
And then everything fell into place.
Crying fangirls in front of a bookstore jumped, when a very pissed blond male roared something incomprehensible and put his shaking hands on the glass. This can't be true. Just... No. No. No.
The fucking louse couldn't have done something as crazy as this, right? RIGHT?!
„Shizu-chaaaa~~an!”
Shizuo almost automatically turned around, and his eyes meet the ones of a very, very happy Izaya. His smile was so bright that it almost seemed to scream „oh look, I again trolled someone haaaard~~!”.
One of the fangirls gasped when she realized that the blond man next to her was literally shaking with barely surpressed anger.
Heiwajima took two large steps, coming closer to the informant. „You. Are. That. Meyer. Person”, Shizuo growled, with his finger pointed accusingly at Orihara. „You wrote this crap while pretending to be a woman!”
Izaya's bright, bright smile was enough of an answer.
At that point, Heiwajima was more than sure he saw some sparkles floating before his eyes.
Shizuo gasped when Orihara started licking him, all tongue and teeth and flesh and warmth. The informant put his both hands on Heiwajima's hips, apparently trying to pin him down with his small body. The blond probably would have found that quite amusing, if he wasn't so desperately trying not to gasp with every movement that Orihara made.
This had to be some kind of a weird, sick dream. Only Heiwajima was pretty sure he didn't want to dream about the informant shamelessly sucking him off.
Not to mention that his sexy fantasies had never felt so damn good. „This... is... way too crazy... to be true”, Shizuo managed to say, trying to stay calm and collected and failing at it miserably.
The informant responded with a moan and Shizuo could swear he was enjoying it too, that bastard-
- and just when the blond thought that it couldn't get any worse - or better - or worse - or whatever, one of Orihara's hands left his hip and grabbed his balls.
A loud moan escaped Shizuo's lips, probably shattering a bit of his pride, but at this point, he didn't care about anything save for the warmth of Orihara's mouth on his cock. Breathing heavily, he looked at Izaya, whose face was bright red instead of usual ivory white - and it actually surprised him to see that the informant really enjoyed it, too. His free hand was rubbing the bulge of his pants, and Shizuo stared with a strange fascination at Orihara's movements.
Izaya unzipped his pants and grabbed his own cock, slowly and sensually caressing it with his thumb. How the hell the louse managed to look so hot while doing it, Shizuo didn't know, but he'd be damned if he admitted it out loud.
Heiwajima moaned when Orihara took him deeper. For a while, he tried to imagine someone else servicing him, like some hot chick or whatever, but all his brain could show him was Izaya in high heels and a very short leather dress.
Well, it did help Shizuo's cock stay straight, just not the way he wanted it to be.
Orihara didn't have to do much more after that, the blond knew he was going to come in a second, and briefly wondered if he should tell Izaya about it - but that would probably be a bit awkward, and -
- no wait, the whole situation was beyond awkward, or maybe something else, Shizuo's inner dictionary was at this very moment kind of lacking.
Heiwajima's head connected painfully with the wall when he finally came; pure bliss flowed through his veins, and his breath caught in his throat, making his head go blank. He wished he could just close his eyes at this point and enjoy the sensation, but all he was able to do was watching Orihara.
The louse came too - a few drops of semen dropped on the bedsheets, some were sticking to his chest, but what caught Shizuo's attention fully was Izaya's mouth, his lips moistened with saliva and a white liquid. He licked it off absently, and the blond's mouth went dry.
Well, that was kinda hot.
No, no. No, just wait a second here, brain! This was not what Heiwajima thought. At all.
Just tell him that when it's all over, he is so dead, Shizuo pleaded - trying not to think too much about the fact that he was now basically speaking to his own brain.
"Where... how... how did you... learn something like this", was all the blond managed to say, too confused and way too hot to come up with something more adequate to the situation.
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"That joke... was so bad... that Kida kid would be proud of you", Shizuo commented, following Izaya's fingers with his eyes; right now, the louse was licking them for some reason unknown to him, and Heiwajima didn't like the effect his movements had on his poor, poor cock.
"Well, my bad... I apologize! I think I should do something to make up for that", Izaya said with a grin, and the blond was now sure he would not like what Orihara is about to say, or even worse - he would enjoy it a lot.
The informant smiled brightly.
"So, Shizu-chan, would you like to fuck me?", he asked in a perfectly innocent voice.
Shizuo kind of expected this question. Really, he did. But even so, he didn't actually expect Izaya the creepy fucker to look so ravishingly submissive while asking so.
„Ravishingly” is probably the most complicated word in your dictionary, and you had to use it to describe the louse, of all people, the smart part of his brain mocked him.
The less smart and bigger part of his brain just wanted to pin the bastard down and fuck him senseless. „Untie me and you will know the answer”, Shizuo growled while still trying to look cool. To Heiwajima's surprise, Izaya reached for his cuffs - with a key in his hand.
Well, would you look at that. The blond thought that Orihara would at least wait for a clearer answer before setting the living Armaggeddon free. How stupid.
Only when Izaya's thigh accidentally touched his cock, he realized he already gave him a pretty clear, visual answer.
Well, shit.
Izaya uncuffed the blond's hands, and for a second Heiwajima wanted to jump to Orihara's throat and make him beg for his life. However, the blond was pretty sure he knew what the louse would offer for his life, so it would end in sex anyway.
Why bother, then?
Orihara freed his legs, and now Shizuo was able to move fully. „What now?”, he growled, trying not to stare too much at the louse, who was now getting rid of his pants. He really was skinny, but at least his body was kinda nice to look at, Heiwajima thought. Shizuo blinked, when Orihara positioned himself on the bed comfortably - the bastard was too relaxed for his own good.
Izaya smiled that goddamn smile of his that made the blond want to murder innocent kittens - and maybe, just maybe, fuck Orihara senseless - before he spread his legs in front of Heiwajima and sensually traced a white line of semen on his chest with a lanky finger.
Okay. Now Shizuo knew, what exactly was so hot about two guys doing it.
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Orihara's kiss was hot and a bit salty - which made Shizuo remember the informer's mouth on his cock, and he shivered a bit, enjoying the sensation. Izaya's other hand slowly reached for the blond's dick as he guided him to lean over his lanky body.
Shizuo hesitated.
"You are so- you know, all bones and skin, and-"
Orihara brightened. "Aww, so you have no problems with tossing vending machines on me, but you are afraid that your big, nasty cock will - what was that line they use in every lame porn movie again? Oh yes, tear me apart? That's so cute, Shizu-chan!"
Ten minutes ago, Shizuo was pretty sure he couldn't possibly turn any deeper shade of red.
Leave it to Izaya to prove him wrong.
"But you know, I like it rough", Orihara added, licking his lips. "And I enjoy taking risks. And right now I love how very, very risky your cock is", the informer said shamelessly - and Shizuo was pretty sure that one more line like this, and he's going to come just by listening to his dirty talk.
And then Izaya would tease him about it for the whole eternity, and then some, knowing the bastard. "I will make you regret saying that", Shizuo growled, and, guided by Orihara's hand, he positioned himself slowly.
"That's funny, I do recall you telling me something about not being gay", Izaya teased, bringing Heiwajima down for another kiss. The blond gasped, when something cold and wet touched his cock at the same time; he figured out it had to be the louse's hand, probably covered with some lubricant or something. They kissed for a while, and the informant used that time to prepare Shizuo's cock with his skillful fingers. Fucking multitasker.
Finally, with a bit of the informant's help, he managed to put his dick in front of the Orihara's opening.
„I'm not gay,” Shizuo reaffirmed firmly - which even to his own ears sounded kinda hilarious, as his dick was already making its way up Izaya's ass.
Orihara gasped, and one of his hands caught a fistfull of Heiwajima's hair. The blond didn't even notice, because he was too busy enjoying the warmth of Orihara's body around his cock. It felt familiar, and at the same time, it did not, or at least that's what his brain was trying to tell him. Right now, Shizuo wasn't sure about anything, save for a few basic facts: one, he was fucking his mortal enemy, two, he was enjoying it, and three, gasping and moaning and blushing Izaya was an incredible turn-on.
After he got used to the new sensation, he slowly started moving his hips; the informant seemed to enjoy himself, and was more vocal than Shizuo had thought he would be. Orihara wasn't even trying to stay silent - he was moaning with every thrust Heiwajima made, and of course, that didn't stop him from talking -
„Shizu-chan's... dick... feels... really nice... but am I... tight enough... for Shizu-chan?”
- not that Shizuo was going to complain.
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Heiwajima lowered himself and put his face next to Izaya's ear. „Enjoying yourself, huh?”, Shizuo asked, his warm breath on the informant's neck.
„You seem to enjoy yourself... more... my dear, straight friend”, Izaya commented with mocking voice. Heiwajima gasped, when Orihara's teeth closed on his ear, biting it, but not hard enough to draw blood.
The blond raised his head, and looked into the informant's eyes.
„Why... the fuck... are you doing all this,” Heiwajima asked between thrusts, watching Izaya with interest; the louse was keeping his hands away from his dick, as if he wanted to focus only on the blond's cock inside of him.
„Shizu-chan... gets to... fuck me, so it's only fair... I get... to fuck with you,” Izaya said in a serious voice, which almost made the blond shiver. The cold feeling melted quickly when Orihara pulled Heiwajima into a deep kiss, and then pressed his whole body against Shizuo's.
Heiwajima growled deep in his throat, and easily lifted up the informant. Izaya took advantage of the new position and started moving himself up and down, making the blond gasp in pleasure.
At that moment, Shizuo knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer, but to his surprise, Orihara came first. White drops landed on Heiwajima's chest when a scream escaped from the informant's mouth. Izaya mumbled something, and then put his head on the blond's shoulder, shivering with pleasure that flowed through his body.
With a few more thrusts, Shizuo came as well. The second time felt better; he was tired, but in a good way, and he was kind of enjoying the warmth of Izaya's body pressed against his chest. For a few seconds, they were silent save for a few ragged, loud breaths that escaped from their lungs.
It felt good.
Heiwajima almost grumbled with discontent when Orihara's head rose from his shoulder; the informant was still flushed, but his usual, sly smile returned to his lips.
Izaya looked at the drops of semen on his hands. „Weird, it doesn't sparkle.”
„... SHUT UP.”
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He looked at Izaya, who was now playing with his cellphone next to him; the informant was laying on the top of the bedsheets, naked. His body wasn't really that pretty, way too skinny, Heiwajima thought, but he did have nice legs and milky, smooth skin. „Enjoying what you see, Shizu-chan?”, Orihara asked with a laughter hidden in his voice, dark eyes still fixed on his cellphone.
„Maybe. So... what now?”, Shizuo asked, realizing too late that he was probably ruining the mood with his question. Not that he thought there was some kinda mood or something. Obviously, he did not.
Totally.
Izaya smirked. "Well, Shizu-chan, no idea about you, but I'll obviously continue waiting for a new, glorious masterpiece of Miss Meyer's! Have you seen those wild hordes of fangirls Edward has?"
"... You are asking stuff like this on purpose, you louse."
Izaya's hand reached to his chest. "Me? Never! But you see, they are so happy, I feel almost connected to them. I wish I was as talented as Miss Meyer. I have so many interesting ideas, you know. If I were her, I'd name my next book "Daylight outing", or something like that. I'd write that Bella is, in fact, male, which makes Edward not as heterosexual as most of fangirls would like to believe, and -"
"- You are weird."
"Why, thank you."
The blond tensed a bit, when Izaya's finger traced the muscles of his chest. "Don't think you are safe with me now, you louse. I still want to kill you and I will kill you next time we meet", Shizuo growled, but that only made Orihara's smirk more... Well, evil.
"I'm pretty sure you will, Shizu-chan. Oh yes, if I did one wrong move, you would kill me, right? And then you would do it again. And then some more. On a desk. Or against a vending machine. Don't you think that vending machines are nice?", Izaya asked, and then licked his lips.
Shizuo's brow twitched.
As did his cock.
"I changed my mind, I'm killing you here and now.”
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He really, really liked his denial, but he had to admit - Orihara was damn good in bed. Even if the bastard was plotting something (and Heiwajima was pretty sure he was), the last night was pretty much worth the risk.
Shizuo, deep in his thoughts, suddenly realized that someone close to him was sobbing silently. His head turned into a direction of the sounds - and he blinked when his eyes noticed a bunch of crying fangirls in front of a bookstore.
Shizuo, suddenly interested, decided to check the situation out. Something felt out of place; the bookstore was covered with posters that said something about the new dark vampire book coming out - and yet, the fangirls didn't seem really happy. Heiwajima, out of curiousity, looked through the glass that separated him from the bookstore - and his jaw literally dropped.
A stack of books was displayed behind the window. They all had a black cover with some weird symbolic stuff on it and bright, white letters that read „Stephenie Meyer: Daylight outing”.
Shizuo blinked. „Daylight outing”.
”Daylight outing”.
One of the fangirls close to the petrified Heiwajima sobbed. „How could she do something like that to us?! Edward, gay?! That's something I will never accept!”
Shizuo's brow twitched.
„This got to be some kind of a joke! Bella can't be male, I mean, I can't believe that our mistress would be able to come up with something like this!”
And then everything fell into place.
Crying fangirls in front of a bookstore jumped, when a very pissed blond male roared something incomprehensible and put his shaking hands on the glass. This can't be true. Just... No. No. No.
The fucking louse couldn't have done something as crazy as this, right? RIGHT?!
„Shizu-chaaaa~~an!”
Shizuo almost automatically turned around, and his eyes meet the ones of a very, very happy Izaya. His smile was so bright that it almost seemed to scream „oh look, I again trolled someone haaaard~~!”.
One of the fangirls gasped when she realized that the blond man next to her was literally shaking with barely surpressed anger.
Heiwajima took two large steps, coming closer to the informant. „You. Are. That. Meyer. Person”, Shizuo growled, with his finger pointed accusingly at Orihara. „You wrote this crap while pretending to be a woman!”
Izaya's bright, bright smile was enough of an answer.
Fangirls' jaws dropped.
Shizuo's fingers curled into a fist.
Izaya laughed out loud.
And then the usual happened.
"IZAAAAYAAAA!"
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THIS WAS AMAZINPERFECTFANTASTICSOHOTOHMYGOD
im so glad i decided to check out the updates before i went to bed-
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I love you for this anon. I love you.
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