Summary: “So, what did you think of Shizuo-kun?” Shinra had asked him later as they hung out on the school rooftop.
“He’s a monster.” Izaya had said breathlessly, a huge, manic smile on his face.
Shinra blinked at him, then seemed to realize something.
“Ooh…” He said simply, bringing a hand in front of his mouth to hide the grin that was forming on his face. So that’s how it is. Interesting.
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In which Izaya is horny on main.
Chapter 1
Posted: 01/03/2021
Status: Completed
Author's note: *shrug emoji*
For a long time, Orihara Izaya didn’t think himself capable of feeling attraction to any individual. He loved his humans, but the thought of getting in bed with one of them made him feel neutral at best, and absolutely repulsed at worst. So, Izaya thought it meant he simply did not feel any sort of attraction, and he certainly didn’t complain about that. It made it much easier to focus on scheming, after all.
Then he met Heiwajima Shizuo, and everything changed.
The display of strength from the blond had genuinely impressed him, so before he knew it, he was clapping appreciatively. Then the boy actually faced him, and Izaya felt something in him change.
The boy had barely broken a sweat. His breathing was more labored from the rage he had been feeling moments ago than the actual effort it had taken to uproot a goal post and use it to beat a bunch of beefy upperclassmen to unconsciousness. His rolled-up sleeves let Izaya see arms that looked unassuming at first, yet had proved their incredible force just moments ago. The way those deep, golden eyes pierced right through his being made his lower belly feel warm and… strange.
And that was when Izaya realized.
Ah, so this is the feeling of attraction. He thought, a gleeful smile on his face.
The moment was quickly broken, however, with the boy’s, Shizuo’s next words.
“I don’t like you.” He had said, and then threw a fist at Izaya, which he easily dodged, so focused on him and the movements of those wonderful arms of his that he could predict his next move.
In retaliation, Izaya had cut his shirt (and part of his surprisingly thick skin) open with his flick blade. But it wasn’t out of revenge or even animosity, no. He simply was very keen on seeing that wonderful piece of meat exposed. And damn…that guy had great pecs.
I’d love to suffocate between those . He thought as he was pursued through the streets of Ikebukuro by a raging Shizuo, trash cans, signs, and even vending machines flying through the air and missing him every time.
Izaya wasn’t even mad about Shizuo refusing to even try to befriend him. If it meant he got to see the guy use his strength on the daily, then Izaya would gladly become his greatest enemy.
“So, what did you think of Shizuo-kun?” Shinra had asked him later as they hung out on the school rooftop. They were both looking down to the storm of carnage and violence that was an angry Shizuo, who appeared to have been challenged by students of a neighboring school, who were clearly regretting their decision.
Izaya griped the chain-link fence, sharp red eyes focused entirely on the chaos unfolding below.
“He’s a monster .” Izaya had said breathlessly, a huge, manic smile on his face.
Shinra blinked at him, then seemed to realize something.
“Ooh…” He said simply, bringing a hand in front of his mouth to hide the grin that was forming on his face. So that’s how it is . Interesting .
Somewhere along the way, there had been a clear misunderstanding of Izaya’s intentions from Shizuo, but Izaya didn’t care about that.
Because that monster of a man was focusing all his rage and strength on him, and he honestly could not be any more aroused by that. So, what if Shizuo was constantly calling him an insect and a nuisance and throwing heavy objects at him? It was hot .
Anybody who knew Izaya at least a little knew he had no self-preservation instincts whatsoever.
That little game of Izaya provoking Shizuo to see that amazing strength of his up close continued for almost 10 years.
Until one day, it stopped.
“I’m not fighting you anymore, Izaya.”
Izaya could only stare in stunned silence at the uncharacteristic attitude of his favorite beast. He tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“What?” He asked dumbly.
“I mean just that. I’m not fighting you anymore.” Shizuo’s tone was calm and even. His posture was relaxed, with his hands burrowed in his pant pockets. Everybody else in the park had left in fear of the destruction they were sure would happen. Only the two of them remained, their surroundings becoming a bright orange as the sun was starting to set.
The scene was more dramatic than it ought to be.
“Why?” Izaya narrowed his eyes, still holding his knife in front of him protectively. Shizuo didn’t seem to care about his rival’s apparent wariness and removed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
“I realized something.” He started removing a single cigarette from the pack. “The reason you always come to annoy me, it’s to make me angry, right?”
“Of course, I thought that was common knowledge, Shizu-chan.”
“And, by fighting you, I’m giving you what you want.” He said, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. “So, if I wanna have a peaceful life, I gotta stop giving you what you want. I gotta stop fighting you.”
As Shizuo was about to bring his lighter to the cigarette, he saw a flash of silver, and suddenly the cigarette was gone. His eyebrows twitched, but he forced himself to keep calm.
Izaya had straightened from his previously defensive position and put his knife back in his coat pocket after that last attack on the cancer stick.
“So, no more fighting, that’s what you’re saying.” He said in a flat voice, eyes calculating. Shizuo knew this meant Izaya would double his efforts to force him into another bout of rage, but he held on. He wouldn’t prove Izaya right, not anymore.
He prepared himself for assault, either verbal or even physical (he knew better than to underestimate the flea just because he had put his knife away)… but what happened instead made him pause.
Izaya relaxed, giving him a laid-back grin, then shrugged.
“Can’t be helped then. Truce?”
He gave Shizuo his hand to shake, and the bodyguard stared at it suspiciously, but took it anyway, gripping the small hand tight enough to warn him against trying to cause trouble, but not enough to break his bones. It had to have been at least a little painful, but Izaya showed no sign of feeling anything of that sort.
“So, you’re just gonna give up like that?”
“You’ve made your position on the matter pretty clear. If you’re not going to get angry at me and throw heavy objects at me anymore, then I have no reason to keep this enemy thing going. It’d be too much work, anyway.”
“… If you say so, but… wait.” Shizuo didn’t trust the guy’s words a second, but the way he had worded his answer made him stop. “You mean you were just doing that to get me to throw things at you?” He asked, unsure.
“Yes!” Izaya beamed enthusiastically. Shizuo could only stare at him, deeply disturbed.
“Why…?”
Izaya removed his hand from Shizuo’s steel grip, then got all up in his personal space, their faces only a few centimeters apart.
Was the flea always this short? Was Shizuo’s stray thought.
“Because you’re a monster.” Izaya had said, as if that explained anything.
Izaya had already used that excuse many times, but Shizuo had only ever reacted in anger to it, since he was usually already pissed off by the time he heard that sentence. He never actually observed the flea as he was saying this until now.
Izaya’s smile wasn’t mocking, nor was it disdainful. No, it was enthusiastic. It reminded him of how Shinra would look when he spoke of dissecting him. Yet, it felt different, somehow.
Because Shinra’s eyes weren’t so intense when he looked at him as a test subject, nor did he get so close to him. And his voice certainly never took that low, husky tone Izaya’s had moments ago.
“No way, you…” No, Shizuo realized, eyes widening. When Izaya called him a monster, it wasn’t in the usual fearful or disgusted way, nor was it in Shinra’s clinically obsessed way either. “You’re into this. Me being violent.”
Izaya simply gave him a sweet, yet mischievous smile, completely unembarrassed.
“Perhaps.” He said, bringing his hands up to Shizuo’s chest and standing on his toes to get their faces even closer, now only a breath apart. “What of it?” He whispered as he gave Shizuo’s chest a nice, long squeeze.
Oh, my god . Shizuo thought. He’s really into this .
“So, uh, a-all this time…” Shizuo stuttered.
Izaya hummed, sliding his hands from Shizuo’s pecs to his shoulders, then his biceps. He had no care in the world that they were in a very public place and continued to… pretty much molest Shizuo right here and then.
“Say, Shizu-chan…” Izaya interrupted Shizuo’s awkward comment, pressing their bodies together as much as he could. “Since we’re not going to fight anymore, won’t you listen to this little request of mine?”
He smiled, and Shizuo gulped.
Keep using that strength for me, won’t you? Izaya had said, caressing his cheek, then, just like that, went on his merry way, leaving a very confused and vaguely aroused Shizuo alone in the park.