The (Fucking Crazy) Other Half Of You

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<<<<<<<The not so sweet side of Izaya! XD>>>>>>>

Celty was panicking while looking for Shizuo on her motorcycle. "OMG!!! OMG!!! How could I lose a sleeping man?! What happens if he's hurt?! What should I do?! What will....?!" She goes on and on until she sees a man walking down the street with a white T-shirt and blue boxers.

She races over to the man and pulls up on the side of him. The man stops and looks over at Celty. It was Shizuo! Celty was so relived that she began clacking away on her phone as Shizuo stood there in silence. She shows him the phone.

"Are you ok?! What happened?! Why and....HOW did you leave?! You were so sick that you could barely stand?! What has changed?! How are you feeling now?!..." Shizuo throws up his right hand to Celty and gives her the, "I'm not in the mood to discuss this right now lady" look.

She understands and Shizuo mounts the bike. "You can just take me home",said Shizuo. "I know you helped me a lot but I'm ok now. I still have some things to figure out." "Things to figure out?", thought Celty. She complies with Shizuo and begins to head towards his home.

Arriving home Celty types to Shizuo, "Are you sure you're going to be ok?" Shizuo sighs then says,"Yeah I'll be ok. You don't need to be so worried." Shizuo gets off the bike and turn towards home. "Thanks", he says without looking back. He enters his home.

<<Back at Izaya's apartment>>

Izaya awakes to his body stiff as a board. He groans as he tries to muster the strength to get up. "Ow! What...?", asked Izaya slightly confused as to where he was. His eyes then widen. He remembered the night before when he was held tightly by his Shizuo.

He begins to smile creepily. "Hehehehe!! Ahahahahahaha!!", he laughs as he falls back onto the couch. He can still smell the scent of Shizuo on himself and on the covers he was wearing. Izaya became aroused and began to blush. "Dammit!!", he exclaimed as he reached down toward his cock.

"Mmm~❤", moan Izaya as he began to slowly move his hand up and down. He began to pick up pace stroking his now weeping cock even harder. "Oh god!!~❤❤ HA!❤ MMM~!❤❤" He starts to wet his fingers and started on his soft asshole.

"AHHHN!!~~❤ Ha!❤...so good!❤", he moans. He starts to picture Shizuo in his head as his hips began to rock. "S-Shizu-o....❤", he softly says as he continues to finger himself. He remember the first time Shizuo entered him. He remember the time when he was rescued out of that warhouse.

"AHN!!~~💕 That's...not good!!💕💕 I'm...I'm going to cum!~💕❤", moaned Izaya as he remembered the times that Shizuo was gentle with him. The way he touched him. The way he spoke to him. Their body heats mangled while angrily dancing. Izaya spoke; "I...hate...yo...!!❤❤💕💕" Before he could finish his sentence, he feels his body rearing its climax. As images of Shizuo dance through his head, Izaya cries out loud "SHIZU-CHAAANN!!!❤💕💕💕 AHHH!~💕💕"

Cum splatters on the blanket and couch as Izaya tiny body trembles. "Ahhhh~~💕", moaned Izaya as he laid there. He looks at one hand that had cum on it as the other slid out of his tight hole. "Ah!❤" He than began to rise from his couch. He questions why everything was not making sense.  Why he was acting like such a love drunk puppy?! What the HELL is THIS?! Giving a final glance to the situation that he was in, he knew immediately and he knew that this was not true...With that, he frowned and rose from his couch. "I will prove that you mean absolutely NOTHING to me!," exclaimed Izaya. He grabs his phone and storms into the bathroom.

To be continued...

<<<<<I am working really hard on meh book of "I'll Call You... but is taking a much longa time then I thought. I have some other books in the works! I will let you guys know when it is done! Sorry it took so long! *kisses faces then slips on me nose bleed*>>>>>

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⏰ Last updated: May 04, 2018 ⏰

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