"What the hell-''
Izaya got interrupted as Shizuo pushed himself inside.
Izaya, being unable to hold him back, hurriedly said,
"Ah, it's okay. I know this Japanese man. Thank you.''
With that, the door slammed shut. The old man left, confused, but decided to shrug it off. Izaya was a man of many mysteries.
"Shizuo.''
"Ah? What is it, bastard?''
"I should be asking that. What are you doing in America when you obviously don't know English?''
Shizuo sighed in anxiety.
"We have unfinished buisness.''
Izaya smirked.
"Now do we?''
Leave, leave, leave, leave, leave.
Shizuo hated this. He hated how he was losing his temper while Izaya still had his calm demeanor. He hated how Izaya left him after that. He hated how he hadn't had Izaya's cell phone number, and he hated how he knew nothing about Izaya. Most of all, he hated why he couldn't understand Izaya one bit.
"We do.''
Both men were now frowning.
"I don't have anything to say. Nothing happened anyway.''
"Damn y-!''
Izaya pulled on Shizuo's arm.
"I'll repeat it only once since you're a simpleton who isn't human. What are you doing here?''
Shizuo removed his arm from Izaya's grip.
"Fuck this. I came for you, damnit!''
The informant flinched and glared at the bartender.
"I don't need it.''
He said this in a harsher tone than usual and Shizuo stepped closer to Izaya.
"What do you mean, you don't need it? You were the one who came to me, begging to be fucked!''
"What the hell? You don't know what once means? And you got hard over me as well! Go home to Japan!''
"Why, you damned bastard...''
Shizuo pushed him against the wall and brushed his fingers over Izaya's lips.
"What are you doi-!''
He pulled in for a gentle kiss, which the black-haired man was unaware the blonde could do.
"Stop it!''
Shizuo said nothing and continued kissing him. He slid in his tongue.
"I said, stop...mmf...ha...''
The bartender pulled away and stared.
"Izaya. Your eyes are wet.''
Izaya hiccuped in surprise and wiped his eyes.
"Heh, sorry. Something was stuck in my eye.
"It was stuck in both eyes while we were kissing?''
"...''
"Hey, Izaya. Just tell me how you feel about me, you flea.''
He lifted his head and glared at Shizuo.
"I used you as my sex toy. That's all.''
