Summary: All it took was a smirk and a few sharp words, and the chase was on. After so many years of the same exact dance, the two most dangerous men of Ikebukuro played their roles to perfection. Shizuo chased, eager to get his hands on that pesky flea and teach him just what happened to those who pissed him off. Meanwhile, Izaya ran for his life, jumping up and down buildings, forever escaping the predator by a mere breath.
That was how it worked. The predator chasing the prey, and the prey always barely getting away.
But not this time.
The Game
Posted: 22/03/2021
Status: Completed
Author's note: Pay close attention to the tags, and enjoy!
All it took was a smirk and a few sharp words, and the chase was on. Street signs flew. Vending machines crashed to the ground, squashed flat as if they were mere soda cans being thrown in the trash. In retaliation, sharp knives darted by, never quite slashing their target accurately enough to do more damage than some cuts in expensive clothing. This only served to anger the feral beast further. After so many years of the same exact dance, the two most dangerous men of Ikebukuro played their roles to perfection. Shizuo chased, eager to get his hands on that pesky flea and teach him just what happened to those who pissed him off. Meanwhile, Izaya ran for his life, jumping up and down buildings, forever escaping the predator by a mere breath.
That was how it worked. The predator chasing the prey, and the prey always barely getting away.
But not this time.
It was a miscalculation, really. Izaya knew those streets like the back of his hand, but the cocktail of adrenaline and exhaustion from the run had somewhat dampened his ability to think for a fraction of a second.
And it was all it took for him to get trapped in an alleyway, with no escape route whatsoever. He froze at the sight of the brick wall in front of him, and at the sound of leather shoes stomping right behind him. He heard a heavy thunk not too far behind himself. No word was spoken, none was needed.
Izaya was caught.
His breath grew heavier as he felt cold sweat trickle down his back. He didn’t dare turn around, hearing the blonde beast step in closer to him, trapping him further between the three walls and himself. There was nowhere to run anymore. Slowly, he turned around, not meeting the dark, almost feral eyes staring right through him. He barely had time to spin his body halfway through that a rough hand immediately slammed him hard into the wall, forcing a pained groan out of him.
“Now now, Shizu-chan,” Izaya couldn’t help but tease, “That’s no way to treat your most esteemed rival, is it?”
Shizuo roughly pressed on his shoulder as a warning, not quite hard enough to dislocate it, but close enough that, were Izaya to misbehave, he would easily do it. Izaya went completely silent, not willing to risk losing his shoulder.
“You’re not in the position to be playing around, Izaya .” Shizuo growled into Izaya’s ear, voice low and cold. He briefly released Izaya’s shoulder, quickly slipping the furred coat off of him, then going for his hands, grabbing them both with a single hand and forcing them up against the wall, making Izaya pretty much defenseless and vulnerable to any attack. Izaya wanted to keep teasing him, to taunt him, ask him what he would do to him, even. However, he forced himself to keep any quip to himself. This wasn’t really the time for jokes.
Shizuo’s free hand went for the hem of his pants, he slipped a thumb inside the dark fabric, and pulled . With a distinct crack and the telltale ‘pop’ of the button being forcibly detached, his pants suddenly went loose, quickly falling to the dirty ground.
Well then . At least he knew what Shizuo had planned for him. Not that it was any reassurance.
He briefly considered calling for help, but who would even answer? For one, he was Orihara Izaya, nobody would ever willingly help him, not with his reputation. And even if some kind soul were to hear his plea for help and not recognize his voice or face…no sane person would ever try to fight against Heiwajima Shizuo.
He was trapped. With the realization, he let his muscles relax in a silent surrender. No use trying to fight and anger the beast. This whole process would be over faster if he complied and just…let Shizuo do what he wanted. So he did just that.
“Good boy.” Shizuo whispered, causing Izaya to have a full body shiver. From fear or something else, it was unclear.
When Izaya’s boxers dropped down with his pants, exposing his sex to the cold air, he stiffened, both from the temperature and from what he knew would happen next. The hand that wasn’t currently holding up his hands grabbed his small but round bottom, then slid down, down, and down until it found his front entrance. One finger slipped in without fanfare, and Izaya sucked in a breath.
“It’s so wet.” Shizuo chuckled darkly, twisting his finger inside him to loosen him up a bit for the ordeal. “You’re actually into this, aren’t you? Slut .” He punctuated that last word by forcing a second finger inside, forcing a strangled sound out of Izaya’s throat. He scissored Izaya, casually pumping the fingers and barely brushing near his weak spot each time. It was maddening.
“T-that’s just the adrenaline, you proto— ah!” A sudden attack on his g-spot with both fingers reminded Izaya of his situation, shocking him with unwilling, electrifying pleasure.
“I didn’t say you could speak.” Shizuo scolded him coldly, and removed the fingers from Izaya.
Behind him, Izaya heard Shizuo fiddle with his belt one-handed, making frustrated sounds. He felt his hands gradually being freed, as Shizuo subconsciously loosened his hold on them while he was focused on trying to open his pants. A little more. Just a little, and…
Now !
Izaya slipped his hands from the loose hold and quickly managed to dodge around Shizuo, not bothering to get his coat back on. Shizuo had been taken by surprise by the sudden action, but Izaya wasn’t able to run far thanks to the pants and underwear still pooling around his ankles. Shizuo easily caught him and slammed him face-down on the ground with a growl. He pressed a knee to Izaya to keep him still, and leaned down.
“Got anything to say, flea?” Shizuo questioned him, intense golden eyes looking down at him. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, Shizuo seemingly waiting for an answer, then…
“Just get it over with.” Izaya sighed in defeat, slumping his head against the concrete. When he took a look at the end of the alley they were in, he could see a vending machine blocking the exit. Well, not like he could have escaped anyway.
“Good boy.” Shizuo looked satisfied by the answer, giving him a wide, sadistic grin.
Now that both his hands were free, Shizuo easily unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He replaced his knee with his left hand, while he used the other one to reach under Izaya and force his lower body up. There was the great Orihara Izaya, reduced to looking like a bitch in heat, bottom half offered to the monster. And of course, Shizuo accepted the generous gift. He pumped himself a few times, then guided his tip to the spread lips, rubbing himself between Izaya’s thighs but not quite entering him, preferring to tease him instead. He could feel him tensing up every time he almost penetrated him, could feel his little pleasured shivers when he rubbed his clit with the tip of his dick.
Then, slowly, he prodded Izaya’s wet entrance, pushing himself in, little by little. Izaya was tight. Or maybe Shizuo just was that big? Either way, it was a tight fit, and Shizuo had no choice but to enter him as slowly as possible, taking small breaks here and there to let Izaya get used to the feel of his massive girth inside him. When he finally bottomed out, Shizuo let out a relieved sigh. As he looked over at Izaya’s face, he could see his eyes were closed, and his cheek were dusted red. His hands were balled up into fists near his head, and his whole body was trembling from the strain.
Shizuo moved his right hand from Izaya’s hip to his thigh in a slow, sickening caress while the smaller man accustomed himself to being filled by Shizuo. When the trembling subsided, Shizuo saw fit to start moving and slowly pulled out, earning himself a trembling breath from Izaya. When only the tip was still inside, he pushed himself back into Izaya’s core slowly, and kept going that way, establishing a slow, torturous rhythm. He could feel Izaya’s walls squeeze around him each time he brushed by his g-spot, and it felt absolutely wonderful.
He gradually upped the pace, sliding in and out, their hips meeting with wet slaps each time. If anybody found them right now, they’d probably think they’d happened upon two beasts mating. It lacked finesse, it was rough, it was filthy. In other words, it was perfect.
And, the faster and harder Shizuo pounded him, the louder the noises Izaya let out became, so unable he was to hold them in thanks to the sheer force of the snapping of their hips. At some point, Izaya’s entire body had stiffened, a broken moan forcing itself out of his throat, and Shizuo could feel himself being squeezed with impressive force by the wet muscles. Even as Izaya went through a forced orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of his head and drool dripping from his mouth, Shizuo didn’t stop using his twitching hole as a glorified sex toy until he reached his own climax with a final snap of the hips, emptying himself inside Izaya’s welcoming womb.
After a few seconds of trying to catch his breath, Shizuo finally released Izaya’s trembling bottom and slowly pulled out, thick cum quickly following his dick to fall on the now wet concrete below them. He sat back to admire his handiwork.
Izaya’s expression was dazed, his whole body overcome by small trembles. Semen was pooling out of his abused cunt, mixing in with the physical proof of Izaya’s own climax in an absolutely filthy cocktail. He looked positively wrecked . Shizuo smiled proudly at the job well done and calmly removed some tissues from his pants pocket, cleaning himself up before putting his pants back up. Then, he went for Izaya’s dripping hole, very gently cleaning him as well with another tissue, making sure not to rub too hard on his sensitive skin. With the basic cleanup done, he made Izaya sit and pulled his underwear and pants back on as well. The pants were a bit too stretched at the hem, threatening to fall back down anytime. Well, it looked like he’d have to lend Izaya his belt for the return trip.
He easily lifted Izaya and moved them both away from the puddle of various sex-induced fluids, sat against the wall, and set Izaya in his lap as he cradled him gently. Izaya moved slightly, leaning his head on Shizuo’s shoulder with a satisfied sigh as he felt his favorite beast kiss his forehead, all the while giving him sweet, soft caresses on his shoulders and back.
“How’d you like it?” Shizuo asked, voice gentle and so unlike the persona he had put on not so long ago.
“Perfect…” Izaya mumbled dreamily, and Shizuo chuckled at that.
Of course, it had been Izaya’s idea, the kinky little shit. To be honest, Shizuo hadn’t been too sure about it at first, but with Izaya’s reassurances that they’d have a safeword they could both use if they wanted to stop for any reason…he had relented and accepted to try this thing out, mostly out of curiosity. They had done roleplay before, different kinds, but this one had been the most extreme form of it so far. In the end, though, it had only been a game, that of a predator and his prey.
He peppered Izaya’s entire face with a bunch of small kisses. No part of his face was left unkissed. His forehead, his temple, his cheek, his nose, and, of course, his lips as well to finish it all, which Izaya returned with his own.
“But you know,” Izaya said after having recovered, “you broke character towards the middle.” He teased his lover.
“I did?” Shizuo blinked at him. He had tried to keep the act up the whole time, but had he slipped up at some point?
“You did.” Izaya said with a soft, but teasing smile. “When you caught me when I tried to ‘escape’, you were waiting to see if I was gonna use the safeword, weren’t you?”
“Ah…” Shizuo scratched his hair, letting out a small, bashful chuckle. “I guess I did. That part wasn’t really planned, so I wasn’t sure if it was okay…?”
“Well, what do you think?” Izaya asked him, satisfaction obvious in his body language.
Shizuo gave him a soft smile and swooped in for another chaste kiss, which Izaya returned with a breathy giggle.
“Looks like it turned out fine after all.”
Later, they were back at Shizuo’s apartment, squeaky clean after a nice, hot (in more ways than one) shower. Shizuo was wearing his pajamas (so, really, just an old shirt and some too-big sweatpants), while Izaya had stolen one of his shirts to use as his own, with only some clean underwear underneath. The latter was holding up his stretched pants in thought.
“Hm. Guess those will have to go to the trash.” Izaya hummed, not too bothered by his ruined pants.
“Ah, sorry about that. Got carried away.” Shizuo apologized, and gave Izaya a hot cup of coffee as a peace offering.
“Oh please, don’t you play martyr with me. I destroy your clothes all the time, it’s not that bad.” Izaya gladly accepted the black coffee after putting the pants down on the couch.
“It’s not good either. Also it shouldn’t be a habit.” Shizuo deadpanned, his own hot chocolate cradled safely in his hands.
“Hehe~” Izaya winked at him with a pseudo-innocent look, so Shizuo poked him in the side.
“Don’t you ‘hehe~’ me you little shit. Drink your coffee.” He told Izaya, and the black-haired, but not black-hearted informant burst out laughing.
Author's note: So yeah, I like the idea of Izaya being super kinky and Shizuo just going with it because 1) he loves him and 2) he's a bit curious ok.