“I knew Shizu-chan could do anything once he put his mind to it." Izaya's hand wasn't pushing or tugging any more, just brushing back his hair in order to get a better look-- for both himself and that fucking cellphone. "Aww, try and look happier. Not everyone gets to do this for me," even as he jokes, Izaya's voice is low and rough. Shizuo growls and it makes Izaya's cock twitch, either from the feeling or the sound; he looks up, meets Izaya's eyes and Izaya's hand rubs at the back of his head lightly, as if praising him in a completely degrading way. But that doesn't matter-- fuck, he just needs to focus, needs to get the hell out of here so he can beat the shit out of Izaya with everything he can use as a weapon the next time they meet.
Only half of the allotted time has passed, maybe a little bit more and Izaya is already moving restlessly, fingers starting to press a little harder, hips unconsciously rising. God, Shizuo's almost done-- the faster it's over with, the sooner he can go to forgetting this ever fucking happened.
That's when Izaya looks at his watch and says, "Oh, so sorry, Shizu-chan! Your three minutes are up! So close, yet so far." Shizuo looks up with shock, and Izaya slides Shizuo's mouth off of his dick while he's still wide-eyed. The wet pop brings him back to reality.
"You said five. Five minutes," Shizuo gasps out.
Izaya doesn't even look at him as he stands up, and lies to his face as smoothly as if he were telling the truth, "I definitely said three."
"You fucking said five," Shizuo growls out even though he's knows it's pointless, Izaya is a villain who did whatever he wanted.
"Oh. Well, I meant three. I'm really quite forgetful sometimes," Izaya says with a laugh, fiddling with his cellphone before returning it to his jacket pocket. He moves the stool back to its original position, Shizuo's eyes following him across the room, seeing only red.
"Y-you bastard, you-- you fucking bastard," his face is flushed deep and dark, from hatred and embarrassment and anger mixing together.
Izaya looks at him with pure amusement in his eyes, no longer playing dumb. "Did you really think I would keep my word, Shizu-chan? With you right here, finally trapped and completely helpless?" To be honest, it's a very good question; of course the answer is no! If Shizuo had just thought about it once, he would have known that Izaya doesn't ever play fair, that he does everything he has to in order to win and that Shizuo is his favorite opponent, his favorite victim.
Fuck. Fuck! He'd made a fucking fool of himself-- he'd lowered himself to less than whore actually done his best to make Izaya come-- and Izaya had video proof of the whole thing. Shizuo tries to not let it show on his face, to seem displeased and loathsome, but not nearly as affected as he was. Izaya catches a whiff of that growing shame, self-hate and leans forward, running his fingers down to the buttons of the vest.
"What's so bad about being fucked by me, hmm?" Izaya says in his ear, and Shizuo isn't sure what sounds more damning; the laugh behind Izaya's voice as he whispers, "If it's what Shizu-chan wants, I'll be really nice," or the scraping of plastic and cloth as Izaya deftly strips him of his only and last barrier.
Shizuo swallows hard, tries to pretend that his eyes are stinging with anything but tears and says, "It is."
"What's what, now?" Izaya responds, like he doesn't understand a thing Shizuo is saying.
It pisses him off how often Izaya does this to him, "Just fuck me already! That's what you want, isn't it!? Shit. Where the hell do you get off on shit like this?!"
Izaya looks at him long and hard, smiling widely. Only when he sighs, "This part right here, Shizu-chan," and touches Shizuo's face with his fingers does Shizuo realize that he's crying. At the shocked and flustered expression on Shizuo's face, Izaya patronizingly brushes the tears from his cheeks. "I get it, I'll stop playing around. I'll make you feel really good, alright?" Izaya murmurs, and Shizuo doesn't know if it's merciful or an insult.
Only half of the allotted time has passed, maybe a little bit more and Izaya is already moving restlessly, fingers starting to press a little harder, hips unconsciously rising. God, Shizuo's almost done-- the faster it's over with, the sooner he can go to forgetting this ever fucking happened.
That's when Izaya looks at his watch and says, "Oh, so sorry, Shizu-chan! Your three minutes are up! So close, yet so far." Shizuo looks up with shock, and Izaya slides Shizuo's mouth off of his dick while he's still wide-eyed. The wet pop brings him back to reality.
"You said five. Five minutes," Shizuo gasps out.
Izaya doesn't even look at him as he stands up, and lies to his face as smoothly as if he were telling the truth, "I definitely said three."
"You fucking said five," Shizuo growls out even though he's knows it's pointless, Izaya is a villain who did whatever he wanted.
"Oh. Well, I meant three. I'm really quite forgetful sometimes," Izaya says with a laugh, fiddling with his cellphone before returning it to his jacket pocket. He moves the stool back to its original position, Shizuo's eyes following him across the room, seeing only red.
"Y-you bastard, you-- you fucking bastard," his face is flushed deep and dark, from hatred and embarrassment and anger mixing together.
Izaya looks at him with pure amusement in his eyes, no longer playing dumb. "Did you really think I would keep my word, Shizu-chan? With you right here, finally trapped and completely helpless?" To be honest, it's a very good question; of course the answer is no! If Shizuo had just thought about it once, he would have known that Izaya doesn't ever play fair, that he does everything he has to in order to win and that Shizuo is his favorite opponent, his favorite victim.
Fuck. Fuck! He'd made a fucking fool of himself-- he'd lowered himself to less than whore actually done his best to make Izaya come-- and Izaya had video proof of the whole thing. Shizuo tries to not let it show on his face, to seem displeased and loathsome, but not nearly as affected as he was. Izaya catches a whiff of that growing shame, self-hate and leans forward, running his fingers down to the buttons of the vest.
"What's so bad about being fucked by me, hmm?" Izaya says in his ear, and Shizuo isn't sure what sounds more damning; the laugh behind Izaya's voice as he whispers, "If it's what Shizu-chan wants, I'll be really nice," or the scraping of plastic and cloth as Izaya deftly strips him of his only and last barrier.
Shizuo swallows hard, tries to pretend that his eyes are stinging with anything but tears and says, "It is."
"What's what, now?" Izaya responds, like he doesn't understand a thing Shizuo is saying.
It pisses him off how often Izaya does this to him, "Just fuck me already! That's what you want, isn't it!? Shit. Where the hell do you get off on shit like this?!"
Izaya looks at him long and hard, smiling widely. Only when he sighs, "This part right here, Shizu-chan," and touches Shizuo's face with his fingers does Shizuo realize that he's crying. At the shocked and flustered expression on Shizuo's face, Izaya patronizingly brushes the tears from his cheeks. "I get it, I'll stop playing around. I'll make you feel really good, alright?" Izaya murmurs, and Shizuo doesn't know if it's merciful or an insult.
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