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There was something that flickers in Izaya's eyes. Shizuo doesn't know what to call it, and if he did-he's not sure he would want to give it a name. Those dull, rusting eyes remind him far too much of dying flames or maybe unstable metal. And Izaya is indeed unstable. He had years worth of scars to and receipts of times where he had to pay for public property damage to prove it.
Shizuo knows what those flickers mean, although. There are days where Izaya isn't trying to outrun him but instead fool around. He morphs from parkour into a graceful and seductive dance that he knows is a foreshadowing of their shared secret that happens spontaneously. He doesn't get as angry as much when that happens, he stops raging and the only red he sees is that subtle flicker in the flea's eyes when he pauses just to look at him. "Hurry up," his tone is mocking, but Shizuo knows it's surprisingly explicit. There's no hidden meaning but the meaning it's supposed to give. And frankly, he doesn't get why he's putting up a front when it was obvious that they were in an alley somewhere, somewhere people don't usually come around. "Shizu-chan is just too slow. That's not good." Again, he puts up a front. Instinct tells him that Izaya is tense, he shrugs. "Thought you'd want it easy today." Natural light was fading all around them, and it stopped on twilight. Izaya is beautiful at this point of day.
"Not particularly." Izaya grins. He grabs his wrists, guiding them to snake around his waist. Shizuo doesn't resist, he never does. He chooses this Izaya-needy, violently shy and just a plain nuisance-over the Izaya that has an extreme god-complex. That Izaya was dirty and evil, this Izaya he's holding is merely an annoyance he finds he can tolerate for the rest of his life. "Which apartment are we occupying today, Shizu-chan?"
Izaya is snug between his arms. He lets himself be buried in his raven hair. "I don't know. Maybe yours, I vaguely remember we did it at mine last time." He doesn't 'vaguely' remember, he remembers it all too well. Everytime their truce comes into light after a long chase, Shizuo records how and when it happen ceremoniously. He knows Izaya knows that he knows that he pretend to not know. "Yours it is then." There it is. The flicker.
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Shizuo likes the feeling of Izaya trapped against him. He briefly understands how a part of Izaya works when he's in control. Being in control was nice sometimes, and it was only ever better when it was the flea he was trapping. Normally, being subjected to these alpha urges disgusted him but since it's just Izaya, he lets it take a part of him. He questions himself if ever this truce ends and they both decide to find different stable, and permanent partners to spend their lives with. Would he have urges to control them like he does with Izaya? Would he feel the same adrenaline for his significant other? Probably not. He growls at the thought of being separated from Izaya, he couldn't really think of spending his existence with anyone else. Shizuo presses Izaya against himself even more, until their space was barren between them. It feels right. "Shizu-chan, you're crushing me."
"It's okay. You're okay."
Izaya laughs, a little choked. The laugh was brief and real. It was only for this time and he loved it. "I suppose so, only someone as exceptional as I am could handle a beast like you." He kisses him gently on the lips, indicating he wants to talk first before going though their nightly activities. He was odd that way, not that Shizuo complained. He returns the kiss, savoring the moment of soft lips that wasn't busy tainting itself. He wonders if he could purify Izaya simply by giving him chaste kisses everyday. He pulls away to see the man below him giving him an incredibly mischievous smirk yet, there was that flicker again. Desperation, he guesses. He's tired of that, the alibi Izaya brings around, it always felt like there was a third person with the bed with them, talking to them. Shizuo figures it was the god-complex. "Stop being an asshole." He's not sure who the jab is for. "Can't." The lithe man beneath him replies, "We couldn't have sex if I simply stop being an asshole, Shizu-chan. You never liked to bottom." Cheeky little bastard.
Kisses shared between them became heated, pairs of arms grabbed the other with such intensity, as if the other would vanish if they loosen their grip, even if just for a little bit. Shizuo pants, he finds himself entangled with these complex feelings yet again. Izaya pushes himself to be a bit more closer to Shizuo, but pushes his lips away from his. Shizuo is now directly looking at a pair of dark, rusty red.
"Would you believe me," Izaya starts, "If I say that I wanted to be your God?" Uncertainty, curiosity, and fear were delivered to him as the man beneath curled his fist on his bartender shirt. As if the contact was a bridge of communication, to translate two different ways of speaking through a pale fist that was once a soft ivory hand. Shizuo knows what he means by becoming a God-his God, for that matter. He wanted to become Izaya's God as well. Long before he realized. "Is it funny? An omega, wanting to be God."
He gives him a content kiss. He doesn't know what to say, but he does know what to reply. He presses his lips onto his forehead, his blossoming cheeks, the abused lips, and the spot a little beneath his eyes. It's warmer when he kisses on that spot, as if those red flickers were sparks of a radiating and welcoming flame. Izaya lets his ministrations continue, becoming more and more undone with Shizuo's relentless attacks. He doesn't even stop to notice that both of their clothes were absent, leaving them both naked. Naked, in a sense of not just lost clothes, but lost personalities they've built over the years.
"To control you," Izaya loops his arms once more around Shizuo's neck. "To own you, to let you adore and worship me in every sense, Shizu-chan. Let me have this power over you." Now Izaya's legs pulled him even closer. It's an awfully intimate gesture both of them rarely do, and it was meant only for each other. He strokes Shizuo's already fading blond locks, combing over them with such tenderness he's never used to. "Whatever." He smiles at him, "Not like I have anything to say on this matter."
"But you do." Izaya replies.
"I do." He confirms, "I'm agreeing because you might throw a fucking hissy fit later."
"And I won't let you bang me. I know." Izaya finishes, a little too smugly.
Shizuo looks at his eyes again, the flickers grew even stronger. There was now a raging fire, ready to consume anything (or in this case, a beast) that might stand in its way. Shizuo isn't afraid though, he knows the fire wouldn't do any damage to him, just as he couldn't do any damage to the fire.