Midnight chat

Hush

You slept peacefully in bed, small breaths being released at a steady pace. It was midnight, the darkest hour. Nothing stirred, or nothing should have. Beside you was Izaya Orihara, or at least he should have been beside you. Instead the informant was out of bed. He had gotten up, stretched and wandered downstairs to do some work. He maybe caught an hour or two of sleep but it didn't matter to him. If Izaya was anything he definitely qualified under workaholic. It made sense, he evidently enjoyed his job, there was rarely a moment of when he wasn't working on gathering information.

He typed away on his keyboard looking up various people and their confident secrets. But he stopped once he noticed you appear in the reflection of his computer screen. He turned around to face you as you rubbed your eyes from sleep. You wore one of his black silk robes loosely around you, under you had on an old long grey Tshirt that was also his. You yawned and got on his lap tucking your face in his neck. "Morning." you muttered tiredly.
"Morning." He replied.

"You left again. You're such a workaholic, Orihara." you whined.

He chuckles and rubbed your back, "Guilty as charged."

You pulled back in order to see your lovers face. So handsome, as always. "You need to pay more attention to me rather than that computer you know. Or this arrangement may not work." Yes, an arrangement. What you two had wasn't a relationship, not one anyone would openly state to someone. It was purely physical. That's all. No more and no less. Neither of you cared or bothered to ask about anything else than what it was. If either had a bad day, and felt they needed someone the other would usually be there. Good days would call for celebration and anything else was spur of the moment. Nothing more nothing less.

Izaya frowned at this action to defy him and moved your legs to straddle him, "I'm paying attention now aren't I?" he smirked.

"Ha, nice try, Orihara. But I'm not that easily swayed. I only came down to make sure you didn't die. I'm leaving in a few."

"Aw, so soon? I thought you'd want to go another round once you woke up."

"Nah, I'm satisfied with my care, Mr informant." you wink and get up, walking to the stairs.

"Well what if I'm not satisfied?" he says catching your arm before you started up the stairs.

"Should have thought of that before you went running off to your job." you say slyly. Izaya pulled you to him and began kissing your jawline. "Orihara... Stop."

"Izaya. Try saying my name for once. Maybe I'd be better satisfied if you did." he laughs against your neck.

"Too personal. I thought we agreed to not get too involved."

"Oh, please." he said, roughly pushing you to the wall. "You practically live here. Admit it. You have fallen for me." he hovers over your lips, eager to kiss them. But he wouldn't, he was waiting for you to make him right. Kissing on the lips was another of the personal things you'd never do. But your thoughts wavered, there was several times where you almost broke that rule. And each time, he noticed. Each time, he smirked, he was winning. Yes, it was a game, an experiment per say. How easily can I bend a human to my needs? That was the question he hoped to answer. If you gave up now and kissed him he'd win at 3 months and 2 days. But if you don't he would just have to push harder till he got his way.

You panted as you tried to restrain yourself from being thrust deeper into the informant's clutches. However, despite his wicked ways, his offer is extremely tempting. If you are to give up right now, what would it feel like? What would he do? There is only one way of knowing. You leaned in and finally met his soft lips. Much to his pleasure. He kissed back hungrily and possessively. He drank up every little moan and whimper from the kiss. You were running out of breath but he seemed to be doing fine. He won the game. This was his celebration of victory.