Model: PR 05IV 3/?
anonymous
March 4 2010, 17:11:36 UTC
(not failing this time...)
“Oh, Shizu-chan! How nice of you to greet me without throwing anything, for once,” the man tilted his head a little to the side, making the reflection on the glasses slide from one side to the other, “Any reason for this unexpected honour?”
Shizuo scowled. He didn’t know what to answer. No, in reality he did, but like hell he would say anything like ”Why, Izaya, I simply just adore your glasses! They make you look so hot, I’m having a hard time restraining myself!” to the flea. No way in hell.
“Tch, there wasn’t anything heavy enough nearby…”
Izaya laughed shortly, throwing his head back. Shizuo again watched the light shimmering on the glasses. Seeing those glasses, seeing them on Izaya, and seeing the man’s eyes through them... it was just so oddly captivating.
“I see, I see…” Well, that’s fortunate for me…” the information dealer slowly raised his head up, locking his twinkling eyes with the bartender’s half-shocked, half-desperate ones.
Shocked of the absolutely wicked look on Izaya’s face and desperate for trying to not slam the man against the nearest wall and ravish him.
“…isn’t it, Shizu-chan?”
He knew he had already failed in composing himself, once he heard the whisper leave Izaya’s lips. And even more than that, when Izaya raised his hand and shifted the glasses slightly. It was the absolute last straw. All the ropes holding him back were cut and he took first one experimenting step, then two, three, quickly closing the short distance between them. Izaya, who looked quite interested at his action, surprisingly remained still and waited.
Shizuo grabbed the man by his shoulder, causing his eyes to widen slightly, and almost threw him against the side of the building. Izaya dropped his laptop, whether it was an accident or not, Shizuo didn’t know nor care. He had his damned enemy there, against the alley wall, looking… well not helpless, with the smirk he had, but more defenceless still.
And the glasses, they were the main point.
“You’re relenting to physical violence again?” Izaya asked with a smiling voice, pressing more against wall (unconsciously, probably). Shizuo was out of witty remarks, or pretty much anything smart to say.
“…glasses” as he said it he moved closer, so that he was hovering above the other man.
“Hm? I’ve always had them,” Izaya explained, suddenly feeling a little unnerved because of the lack of space between him and the strangely acting blonde, “I don’t have that good sight when it comes to closer objects”
And for that, Shizuo was glad, at the moment. He lifted his own sunglasses from his eyes, hanging them into his pocket.
“Hmh… never knew.”
Izaya was going to comment that it was because he never asked, nor cared about the dark-haired man’s business, but didn’t manage to. He was cut off before he’d finished the first word by Shizuo’s mouth violently pressing against his own. The sheer pressure of the kiss was enough to bruise his lips and the teeth biting at his lips broke the skin, drawing blood and mixing the irony taste into their mouths.
After recovering from the first shock, he opened his mouth and kissed back with just as much fervour as the other man did, raising the uselessly hanging hands from his sides and burying them into Shizuo’s hair.
The kiss lasted long, but after a while they both had to break away to catch their breath. Panting, (and blushing, though he would deny that) Izaya giggled, if it could be called giggling, sounding so out-of-breath.
“Fhaa, the glasses? Hff… you sure are a weird one, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo growled in disdain. He had the man trapped against a brick wall, with his hands on each side, blocking all escape routes, and still he would laugh? Well, he had always known that the man was mental. And as crazy as he was, he still was damn sexy looking, flushed and glasses out of place. Shizuo swallowed and leaned down.
“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice raspy, grazing his teeth against the rim of the glasses and pressing against Izaya’s body.
“Oh, Shizu-chan! How nice of you to greet me without throwing anything, for once,” the man tilted his head a little to the side, making the reflection on the glasses slide from one side to the other, “Any reason for this unexpected honour?”
Shizuo scowled. He didn’t know what to answer. No, in reality he did, but like hell he would say anything like ”Why, Izaya, I simply just adore your glasses! They make you look so hot, I’m having a hard time restraining myself!” to the flea. No way in hell.
“Tch, there wasn’t anything heavy enough nearby…”
Izaya laughed shortly, throwing his head back. Shizuo again watched the light shimmering on the glasses. Seeing those glasses, seeing them on Izaya, and seeing the man’s eyes through them... it was just so oddly captivating.
“I see, I see…” Well, that’s fortunate for me…” the information dealer slowly raised his head up, locking his twinkling eyes with the bartender’s half-shocked, half-desperate ones.
Shocked of the absolutely wicked look on Izaya’s face and desperate for trying to not slam the man against the nearest wall and ravish him.
“…isn’t it, Shizu-chan?”
He knew he had already failed in composing himself, once he heard the whisper leave Izaya’s lips. And even more than that, when Izaya raised his hand and shifted the glasses slightly. It was the absolute last straw. All the ropes holding him back were cut and he took first one experimenting step, then two, three, quickly closing the short distance between them. Izaya, who looked quite interested at his action, surprisingly remained still and waited.
Shizuo grabbed the man by his shoulder, causing his eyes to widen slightly, and almost threw him against the side of the building. Izaya dropped his laptop, whether it was an accident or not, Shizuo didn’t know nor care. He had his damned enemy there, against the alley wall, looking… well not helpless, with the smirk he had, but more defenceless still.
And the glasses, they were the main point.
“You’re relenting to physical violence again?” Izaya asked with a smiling voice, pressing more against wall (unconsciously, probably). Shizuo was out of witty remarks, or pretty much anything smart to say.
“…glasses” as he said it he moved closer, so that he was hovering above the other man.
“Hm? I’ve always had them,” Izaya explained, suddenly feeling a little unnerved because of the lack of space between him and the strangely acting blonde, “I don’t have that good sight when it comes to closer objects”
And for that, Shizuo was glad, at the moment. He lifted his own sunglasses from his eyes, hanging them into his pocket.
“Hmh… never knew.”
Izaya was going to comment that it was because he never asked, nor cared about the dark-haired man’s business, but didn’t manage to. He was cut off before he’d finished the first word by Shizuo’s mouth violently pressing against his own. The sheer pressure of the kiss was enough to bruise his lips and the teeth biting at his lips broke the skin, drawing blood and mixing the irony taste into their mouths.
After recovering from the first shock, he opened his mouth and kissed back with just as much fervour as the other man did, raising the uselessly hanging hands from his sides and burying them into Shizuo’s hair.
The kiss lasted long, but after a while they both had to break away to catch their breath. Panting, (and blushing, though he would deny that) Izaya giggled, if it could be called giggling, sounding so out-of-breath.
“Fhaa, the glasses? Hff… you sure are a weird one, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo growled in disdain. He had the man trapped against a brick wall, with his hands on each side, blocking all escape routes, and still he would laugh? Well, he had always known that the man was mental. And as crazy as he was, he still was damn sexy looking, flushed and glasses out of place. Shizuo swallowed and leaned down.
“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice raspy, grazing his teeth against the rim of the glasses and pressing against Izaya’s body.
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