"Haah...''
This guy must be some virgin. He's practically in heaven from one forced blowjob.
"...you sure you guys don't want in?''
"Nah...we're good...''
"Hey, Ryou, doesn't that mean you get turned on by guys?''
"Shut up! Is there a problem?''
They started bickering somehow, and with one quick glide, Izaya began to sprint.
"Ah, fuck! Get him!''
The voices behind him were undoubtedly furious.
He continued to run away, but Izaya didn't know this place. There was no way to afford turning corner after corner when he wasn't too familiar here. The only option was to run back home.
He could feel his stamina dropping as sweat covered his neck. Sure, the black-haired man was used to running since he had Shizu-chan, but it had been a while.
Along one of the streets, he ran straight into a taller man. There was a rather painful sound that seemed to resonate, and Izaya looked up to find Shizuo.
"S-Shizu-chan....?''
The first thing the blonde noticed about his lover was his rope marks on his wrists. The second thing he noticed was the band of people who had been chasing Izaya. The last thing he noticed was the same group of people, now all beat up quite severely. Izaya winced at their conditions and said,
"You didn't have to go that hard...''
"...''
"Um...thanks...''
"...they tied you up?''
The taller man had his face positioned in a menacing scowl that had I'm killing everyone written all over.
Izaya could tell this was one of the worst moods he had ever been in and tried to pacify it.
"Yeah...but they didn't do much, really....''
Rather, the dick shoved into his mouth was disgusting. He wanted to throw up from remembering it.
But when was Izaya so weak that he'd whine about it?
Besides, it would just infuriate Shizuo till the point of insanity.
And so, they walked back to their apartment.
"What were you doing there?''
The question came from Izaya, as it was peculiar that Shizuo would just show up.
"I was looking for you.''
He flinched in surprise and stared for quite a while until the blonde noticed and said,
"What, do you know what time it is? How does someone not get worried?''
Izaya shifted in a seat uncomfortably.
"It's only a little past nine....''
"You usually get home before seven, and my phone calls didn't go through.''
They glared at each other.
"Since when were you my mother?''
"You'd do the same, you know! Or would you not bother?''
"I didn't say that, I just don't like you dictating me and pretending to be my parent.''
Shizuo didn't respond, and Izaya got up from his seat.
"Seriously, we're in our mid-twenties and adults, yet we argue like middle schoolers.''
After several minutes of pissing himself off with his thoughts, Shizuo walked outside the apartment to cool off. Instead, he ended up lifting the street light and throwing it.
"...goddamn it.''
