A Leap of Fate

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The next time Izaya steps in the cab, he is taken to some rotten bar. There are drunks all around him. And, they are not just any drunks; but, they are the worst type of drunks one can imagine; the ones who are indebted, the ones who sold everything for a quick drink, old men who are creepy, and young girls who have seen better days. Just like the last time when he took the mysterious cab, he is not sure why he is here; but, unlike the last time, he is determined to find out. So, he stays and waits.

There isn't much to do. The humans around him are everything, but interesting; so, as he waits, he decides to take a drink.

There is a reason why Orihara Izaya does not drink. In his mind being drunk is equal to being stupid. His senses are dulled and he isn't as fast as he usually is. But, there is another reason that also does not go well with his job description. Whenever Izaya drinks his control slips so much; he can't maintain any sort of mask; and, even worse, he is painfully honest; he can't lie even if he wants to. Until now he has experimented with drinks only in the safety of his own apartment, but he has seen enough to know that he should not do this.

One drink turns into two; two drinks quickly turn into three; and, before he knows, a mechanical bull in the back corner of the rotten bar seams so appealing that he cannot really resist further. It is a funny thing - he thinks, as he is moving closer to the bull. He wants to do this, he almost feels like he has to.

One time he trolled Celty when he pretended to drive the motorcycle made from thin air. This can't be harder than that - he thinks as he climbs on it. The crowd is cheering for him; and, in his drunken eyes, everything suddenly feels a little less shitty.

The rhythm of music blends perfectly with the movement of the bull; and before he knows he is moving up and down, sliding in the saddle. He moans loudly and when he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine another beast beneath him. His dick starts to get hard and perhaps, he would be ashamed if he was sober; but, now, he just moans harder as he rubs himself on the saddle.

His hands clench the thing so he wouldn't fall. Yeah, everything feels better after a few drinks and imagination can be a powerful thing. He can almost swear that he sees Shizuo in front him in that same shitty bar. He laughs as he says in his most sultry voice: "Shizu-chan, I want to ride you next".

Izaya gets to see firsthand Shizuo's shaking form, his hands clenching and unclenching; his face hot and red, his eyes sparkling with lust; and, when Izaya looks down he can see Shizuo's dick making a tent in his pants. Yeah, Izaya thinks imagination is a powerful thing. He moans again, as he shifts in the saddle, and speaks louder.

"I am horny Shizu-chan, want to fuck me?"

Something seems wrong with his imagination as Shizuo gets even redder in his face. He thinks that his imagination should be better; he knows that the brute should either throw something at him, or take him to the nearest flat surface and fuck him hard. In his dreams, in his fantasizes it is always one or the other. More often than not it is both at the same time. So, Izaya stares at the image in front of him, as he painfully realizes that the person in question is the real Shizuo.

*****

That night Shizuo was walking by when he caught a glimpse of that cursed car that drove him last time to a restaurant where Izaya was. He wants to see the other again; so, he stops the car and climbs up in. He does not say any address and he just waits to be taken where Izaya is. He somehow knows that this is where he should be.

This time the cab takes him to a shitty bar. Shizuo knows what kind of establishment this is even before he walks into it. He remembers going to similar places, if not this particular one, few times in his past with Tom-san, regarding his job. He isn't sure what is Izaya doing here, or why is he here at all. But, as soon as he steps inside his brain turns blank at the familiar smell and at the sight that is almost taken from his dirtiest dreams.

In mere seconds his body reacts. This should be illegal – he thinks as he can't tear his eyes away. In the corner of a bar there is a mechanical bull, and of all people in the world, Izaya is sitting on it, moving up and down. He looks hot. He looks more than hot. His face is a bit red and his eyes are closed. As he slides he moans and the sound travels through the music, through the air; and, it hits Shizuo like a ton of bricks.

His hands are clenching and unclenching; his whole body is shaking and he does not have time to think how all this is wrong on so many levels. The lust fills him so fast that he starts to feel dizzy. He knows his face is red just as he knows that he is painfully hard in his pants. The sight of Izaya has always done that to him, but this time everything is a million times worse as Izaya says "Shizu-chan, I want to ride you next".

Izaya's voice is cutting through him and there is an electric feeling inside his chest. Izaya moans again, as he shifts in the saddle, and speaks louder.

"I am horny Shizu-chan, want to fuck me?"

Shizuo gets even redder in his face and he wants to make those few steps that are dividing them and take Izaya right here and there on the shitty bar counter with all of these people looking. He wants to trace the drop of sweat that slides on Izaya's neck with his own tongue and lick it until there is only his saliva left on Izaya's skin.

He wants to bend Izaya in half, rip off his clothes and fuck him so hard that the both of them couldn't get up the next whole week. But, the look on Izaya's face hits him like a bucket of cold water and Shizuo can see that something shifted in Izaya, that something is different. He looks around and sees eyes ogling Izaya's body, looking at something that is only his to look at, and he moves as fast as he can and takes Izaya down from that thing.

At that moment his mind seems to clear a bit and he thinks about what he is doing. As soon as they are outside, in an alley in front of a bar, he pus the other down. He knows that everything is wrong and he feels so disgusted with himself for having thoughts about another man, about Izaya. He thinks that those thoughts are not normal; that they are wrong; that he is wrong, and not normal, and abominable. He knows it; but he looks at Izaya's flushed face, at his eyes, at his mouth and he just leans in and kisses him so hard that everything hurts.