It wasn't surprising that they ended up here again. Too often lately had Izaya allowed Shizuo to drag him in to his clutches and ravish him. Had he been a masochist (more of a masochist) one would've thought that Izaya enjoyed being ripped in half and bloodied all over by the fortissimo. In a way he did, just not the violent way.

Today though, things were a little different. Shizuo had never once come looking for the informant. Their little, unsavory escapades had always been after a great deal of provoking and ass-wittery. Izaya wasn't even positive that Shizuo specifically knew where he lived until now. Of course, he could've just asked Shinra he supposed. Still, who would've thought that when the brute finally went after Izaya head on, that it would be to screw his brains out on his desk?

Much to Izaya's dismay, he couldn't exactly say he didn't prefer this turn of events. After all, even a God has his needs. He couldn't turn to his humans for these needs though. It would've been insufferable to allow them to see that he could have similar characteristics like them, wants like theirs. Shizuo though, is not human; ergo it was like a small loophole. Izaya could admit that he had been excited when his more faulty logic came to the conclusion that fucking a monster would not degrade his holy status like if he had messed around with his humans. This particular monster was untouchable for humans, something foreign and scary. Who better deserved to be graced with his needs than a being who was also not accepted by humans, but still eons bellow Izaya.

Oh yes, he still firmly held his place alone on his high pedestal even if Shizuo was in a slightly similar boat to his. The difference between them was their power. While both men held a great deal of it, characterized to them, it was the way they could wield it that decided who was superior. Izaya was the one who could take his skills past the limit and control all those who entered his path. He had carved out a mini-empire and a reputation so solid that just his name held sway. Shizuo on the other hand only had fear on his side. Useful indeed, but that wild temper of his made him about as strategically adept as a duck. Izaya didn't mind reminding the brute of that occasionally either.

"AAAHHH!" well that was a little louder than usual. Izaya felt the need to scold himself as an unfortunately loud vocalization of pleaser wailed through his lips. It's not as if Shizuo did anything special, he was just…sensitive. About three months had passed since the two most feared men in Tokyo had let out a little steam through each other and that left them…wanting. Izaya would never admit it but he had been craving the monster's touch for the better part of the moth and that was enough to send him on a sadistic rampage. That just worsened his mood when he realized that just the thought of the brute had created an itch under his skin. Damn bastard didn't have any right to throw Izaya off.

"Izaya…" oohhhh, that was moaned a little too well for Izaya's comfort. The gravelly whisper of Shizuo's voice rasping against his ear sent a chilling wave of goose bumps across his skin.

Wait a second…did Shizuo just moan his name? Izaya could do nothing but moan involuntarily in return. They had never given the other the courtesy of truly acknowledging who it was they were stripping down and violating. It helped keep the illusion that they weren't actually crossing any lines. Then again, could you cross a line you didn't draw?

Any ability left to contemplate the more unwanted aspects of their "relationship" set sail when Shizuo grazed his teeth across a particularly sensitive part of Izaya's neck. "Izaya…" Izaya guessed that the first time his name was called hadn't been instinctual then. What could the brute want to say right now? "I'm going to do something…" what the hell is he growling about? "Something that I hope will break you…" those last two words were murmured into the base of his neck causing Izaya to arch slightly in surprise. The informant spoke to try to counteract his rather embarrassing show of neediness, "You gonna start getting kinky on me, Shizu-chan? I must say I am a little surprised." A very animalistic growl rumbled along Izaya's body in response. God, Shizuo's monstrosity was a turn on.

Shizuo dragged his lips along Izaya's neck occasionally nipping and tasting the skin wherever he deemed appropriate. It wasn't until he reached the hinge of Izaya's jaw that he spoke, mouthing along the sensitive skin and bone, "I'm going to kiss you."

….excuse me?

It felt as if someone had just doused Izaya in ice water and held his head under a little too long. His lungs started to burn: his throat constricted. He felt his nails dig into the rock-like flesh of Shizuo's biceps and more importantly…he felt every ounce of control drain from his body like he was being bled to death.

Izaya wouldn't dare speak it aloud, but he couldn't help the violent, and instinctual, resilience he felt towards Shizuo's statement. While his appearance may appear frozen, his thoughts were a tumultuous chaos of defiance and panic. This was a line that they had very clearly drawn.

Izaya and Shizuo had never directly addressed the fact that they refrained from laying their lips against each other; it just seemed much too personal a thing to do between enemies. Izaya certainly saw the flaw in this logic as one would presume that having a dick shoved up their rear end would be far more intimate, but in their case it wasn't. Sex was another way to fight each other, to dominate each other. It was never a means of exercising pent up emotions or needs. It was just…instinctual.

It was instinct to allow Shizuo to be the only one with the power to force Izaya to submit and in turn, Izaya be the only one who could never shy away from his monstrosity, his force. They were simply accepting each other's evils, not finding sanctuary. So why was Shizuo doing this? Why had he suddenly decided to change their rules? Change them to the point where not even Izaya could predict the outcome.

A deep chuckle suddenly sounded across his cheek, "As pleasing at it is to see your mask fall, flea, I would much rather have you warm and pliant in my arms." Whoah…where did Shizuo learn a line like that?! Izaya could no more help his eyes seeking out Shizuo's than a babe searching for its mother. What he saw when crimson clashed with caramel was a heat so primal that he was sure Shizuo was only doing it for the sheer high of dominating him. His eyebrows casted shadows over his eyes making his pupils nearly glow with their own light. His lips were curved up into a devilish smirk that Izaya couldn't even begin to lie to himself about how pleasantly melted it made him feel. As it turns out, it might've actually made him melt.

In a humiliating display, Izaya felt all the rigidness seep from his muscles as his body molded itself into Shizuo on a whim of its own. He felt his lips part as he watched Shizuo's tongue suddenly appear to swipe across his lips causing a moan to claw its way from Izaya's throat. Shizuo smirked again, more of Izaya turned to jelly. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Shizuo's hands started to smooth up his sides, over his shoulders, and up his neck to cup his jaw. The calluses that scratched their way across Izaya's skin sent a sprinkling of shivers down his spine. His head tipped back on instinct, but never looked away from the predator in front of him. Izaya wondered if this is what being high felt like. His mind was rational enough, he was processing everything that was happening and what would happen. He just didn't think that making any move that would break this trance was possible. The addiction that being dominated created was enough to wipe out any resistance or will to fight in the informant. Perhaps he wasn't as rational as he thought. He certainly couldn't talk back anymore and his limbs weren't responding the way they should be; their only function being to hold Shizuo just a little tighter, pulling him a little close.

These little rebellious actions must've been encouraging because Izaya suddenly had a whole lot Shizuo in a whole lot a places. Their bodies were now flush against each other, the legs tangling as Izaya was forced to lean against the edge of his desk for support. Izaya's hand were tearing through the fabric at Shizuo's sides trying to find something to anchor himself with while his head became lighter and lighter.

"Breath, Izaya…" a sharp exhale sent a wholly different kind of burn in his lungs. When did he stop breathing? How did he not notice? Whilst trying to collect himself, Izaya was conveniently distracted and failed to notice his monster lean down towards him until a sharp nose ran along his own. Izaya froze once again. His body held the same way as prey noticing the locked eyes of its predator. Shizuo's expression had lost most of its deviousness. His eyes were now half mast, his lips parted ever so slightly to take in small gasps of air. The sensual atmosphere that invaded the air sent a molten wave of need through Izaya; the world around him suddenly very hot.

Shizuo's eyes flickered to his own for a mere second before they flashed down to gaze at Izaya's lips; a fierce hunger radiating through the golden hues. The distance between them began to lessen.

A/N…..I'm back :D