Hito Rabu (Yaoi/ boy x boy)

Chapter 1 : Flare

It was the third fucking time it was happening on the same day and Shizuo was a little more than frustrated.

He didn't even want to admit it to himself, but the insect was doing a great fucking job at turning him on and then leaving him high and dry in the middle of some alley, behind a store or―right at that moment―next to a parked car one block away from his own apartment building.

He knew, of course, that the louse was merely messing with him, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder just how far the son of a bitch would take it―whatever the hell it was―before finally giving up and running back to Shinjuku like the diseased infested rat that he was.

"Hit and run, it's what it is," he mumbled to himself as he fixed his clothes. More like molesting and then running away, an inner voice corrected him, and Shizuo let out a sound of frustration before shoving quivering hands inside his pockets in the hope of stopping himself from smashing to bits the car he was standing next to. He already had things he had to pay for after destroying so much private property during his frequent bouts of rage, so the last thing he needed was to add a whole car to the list of shit he couldn't help but obliterate and then be forced to pay for, though it made sense that he'd need an outlet for his rage since the insect had been repeatedly showing his disgusting self that day.

As he stood there gritting his teeth in a mix of fury and frustration, Shizuo's body thrummed with the need to kill Orihara Izaya. Okay, so perhaps it was more fucking he wanted to do instead of killing, but for either of those two he needed the louse and the insect was nowhere in sight. He'd gotten his hands on him earlier, but the shock of Izaya shoving a tongue down his throat―god, it hurt (in a good way) to even remember that―had startled him, which resulted in Izaya smirking at him and then running away like the little shit that he was. He cursed out loud as a shiver of pleasure raced up his spine at the memory, and perhaps he was thinking about it more than he should've been, but he was kind of horny with a side of frustrated and all he wanted to do was fuck Izaya into the ground. "Shit!"

He still couldn't believe that he was actually thinking about fucking Izaya―it should've been disgusting―and he had most certainly told himself that a thousand times every time his eyes lingered for longer than they should've on Izayan's firm 'buns'―the ones he had the pleasure of squeezing earlier―but he was only human, even though he was a monster, and the flea was like a drug he couldn't help but crave.

"Cold shower, now!"

Izaya was most likely somewhere nearby laughing his ass off while Shizuo himself was agonizing over what the hell he might end up doing if the bastard showed his face in front of him again. Rip his clothes off or tear his head off? It was quite the dilemma, so the best course of action was to go home, obviously lock the door to keep the pest out, and then take a cold shower. His pants felt just a bit tight, and the thought of getting off on thoughts of Izaya pissed him off in ways he couldn't even put into words, so the cold shower was indeed the only solution to his current imbroglio. Hopefully, it would cool down both his anger and the heat his body was experiencing after being toyed with by Izaya.

"Fucking flea," he muttered unhappily as he made his way home. He could still taste Izaya on his lips and inside his mouth, so he retrieved the cigarette packet from his pants' pocket, pulled one out and slipped it between his lips before lighting it up. The thing was almost as bitter as the insect, but he was used to this sort of bitterness as opposed to the other one.

Okay, so perhaps he was somewhat at fault for what was happening, as much as he hated to admit, but that didn't give Izaya any right to molest him. The only thing Shizuo had done was allow his hands to dwell longer on certain flea parts before he proceeded to inflict pain whenever he got lucky and caught the bastard.