Shizuo backed away.
"What?"
Izaya saw this as his chance to escape and freed himself from Shizuo's overbearing strength.
"You didn't hear? I said that I used Shizu-chan as a sex toy. That's why-"
"Don't fuck with me!"
Shizuo said this with rage and gripped Izaya's neck. Both men glared, Izaya frowining and Shizuo gritting his teeth.
''How was I a sex toy? It hurt like hell for you!''
Which was correct. Shizuo rememebered his flushed, teary face with an expression of fear while they were fucking each other.
"Ah...that. Were my acting skills that great?"
"Yeah, right. They stink. You're acting right now. And it's obvious."
Izaya sighed.
"Please leave. I have no business with you, Shizu-chan."
"Hey."
"What?"
"Why do you call me Shizu-chan?
The raven-haired man flinched.
"Because you hate that name."
"...I used to."
They looked at each other, Shizuo had an embarassed expression while Izaya's face expressed surprise.
"So? Will you still call me that, even though I don't hate it anymore?"
"..."
In the next few seconds, Izaya pushed Shizuo down onto the floor.
"I know what you're after now. Okay. I'll let you fuck me again. Will you leave then?"
"That's just-"
Izaya pressed his lips against Shizuo and started a series of kisses. He unbuckled the blonde's pants and placed his mouth over Shizuo's cock.
"Has it always been this big?"
He chuckled coldly.
"Hey, flea, stop it.''
''Why?"
With that, Izaya started sucking his length.
"Nng...quit it...mm..."
Izaya released his lips away from Shizuo's cock and a trail of precum fell from his lips.
"What an erection, Shizu-chan."
He continued and as Shizuo was about to cum, he protested,
"I'm not leaving no matter what you do, flea."
This stopped him and he glared at Shizuo.
"Fine. Handle that yourself."
Izaya stood up and walked to the bathroom, leaving Shizuo's dick extremely hard.
"What the...fuck you, bastard!"
Unable to do anything else, Shizuo masturbated until he came. He immediately reached for a tissue box near him and wiped the sperm that ejaculated. Izaya came out of the bathroom and noticed the red-faced bartender.
"Already done? You may leave now."
He smiled.
"Don't give me that fake smile, asshole."
"What the hell, calling my generous smiles fake?"
"Whatever. Hey. ...can I...stay here?"
"What?! Why? ......oh."
Shizuo was ashamed to admit it, but he was useless in America. He wouldn't survive either.
Izaya looked at him with amusement.
"Fine. But that means you listen to everything I say, Shizu-chan."
