Sexiest Man Alive

2| I Want You

Izaya woke up with a splitting headache. He stretched, yawned, and rolled over. "Just five more minutes," he mumbled and closed his eyes again. Wait. This wasn't his home. This wasn't his apartment. Where the fuck was he at? Izaya sat up. He was wide awake. The lighting was dim. His eyes had to adjust. He tried to remember last night. Shizuo took him to a bar. He drank a few drinks. What happened after that?

Izaya rubbed his head. He wondered if that would help the headache go away and give him memory. It didn't. Wait. Why was he naked? Izaya looked under the blanket. He was very naked. Not a single piece of clothing. He looked next to him. Shizuo was also naked. Very naked. He didn't want to check how naked. Izaya refused to satisfy that curiosity. He was probably just as naked as he was. 

"Fuck," Izaya curled up into a ball under the covers. He did not just have a one night stand with the sexiest man alive and not remember a damn thing. That didn't happen. Izaya tried very hard to remember every detail of the night before. Nothing was popping up. 

"You're awake?" Shizuo sat up and rubbed his eyes. Izaya poked his head out from under the blankets. Dayum. He understood why Shizuo was the sexiest man now. Them muscles don't lie. Izaya wasn't that muscular. He was more effeminate. 

"What happened last night?" Izaya just outright said it. He didn't know if Shizuo was going to lie but he wanted and needed to know everything pronto. Details please and thank you. Shizuo grabbed his phone and started playing a video.

"You got very drunk," he said before hitting play.

"Damnit, you can't just enter the industry and think you're hot stuff, idiot," Izaya swished a bottle and drank it all. "I'll show you, asshole," he pointed a finger at the camera and hiccuped. 

"Orihara-san, can I call you by your first name?" Shizuo's voice spoke. He wasn't in the camera's view. Izaya squinted.

"You think you can just be familiar with me? Give me 1000 yen and I'll think about it," Izaya hiccuped again. Shizuo's hand entered the screen with the 1000. "Fine, call me whatever you want, bastard." 

"Thanks, Izaya."

"Don't forget to add at least a '-kun' you uncultured fuck," Izaya glared. 

"What if I give you another 1000 yen? Then can I drop the '-kun'?" Shizuo asked. Izaya paused to think about it but ultimately he held out his hand for the cash. 

Izaya wanted to die. What kind of idiot gets drunk with the person they hate, and then tells them all about how they hate them? What the fuck? Why did Shizuo take videos of him like this? Was he being blackmailed? Why the hell did Izaya accept the drink?

"Why am I naked?" he decided to get right to the point again. 

"I tried to bring you to your apartment but you barfed all over yourself so I just took you to mine," Shizuo was about to load another video but Izaya stopped him.

"I don't need to see myself humiliating myself, thanks," Izaya sighed and sat up. "What do you want from me? I'll do anything to get you to delete those videos," he promised. Izaya wasn't about to let him have blackmail footage. He didn't want those clips of him to be leaked to the press.

"Anything?" Shizuo looked too hopeful. Izaya nodded. The drunkenness must be messing with his mind. He wasn't thinking of all the possibilities. He shouldn't have let the hangover take over. 

Shizuo pushed Izaya down on the bed. "I want you," he said. Izaya thought about it. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. 

"Fuck, what?" he finally was starting to get the idea. 

"Fuck you?" Shizuo grinned. 

"I think the hell not," Izaya kneed Shizuo in the balls and ran to the bathroom. He had no idea where the said bathroom was. He just ran on instinct. He slammed the door shut but Shizuo was running right after him and grabbed the door. Why the hell was he so strong?

"You said anything," Shizuo reminded.  "Do you want me to leak the footage or not?" he used his videos to his advantage. Izaya was now stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't want to have sex but he also didn't want his (self proclaimed) nemesis to have footage to use against him. 

Izaya stared through the crack in the door at Shizuo's body. He looked damn attractive. He should just let it happen. Clearly nature was pulling them together. YOLO, right? Izaya was losing strength in his arms. Shizuo threw the door open. Izaya tried to take a step back but he ended up tripping himself and falling instead. Shizuo caught him. They were chest to chest. Face to face. Izaya was breathing in Shizuo's breath and vice versa. 

"God, I hate you," Izaya muttered. He didn't want to admit that Shizuo was an attractive purple sunglasses wearing bitch. He was starting to understand why people thought he was the sexiest man alive. Part of him wanted to let Shizuo have his way but his reason got the best of him. He was going to push Shizuo away. He was going to. 100% But then Shizuo kissed him. Their tongues danced with each other. Izaya felt strange. He hadn't experienced a kiss like this. He'd never kissed anyone before, not truly. His mind, deluded and unable to refute, allowed Shizuo to kiss him. Reason wasn't working anymore. Shizuo leaned down to kiss Izaya's collarbone. 

As much as he wanted to continue this adventure, Izaya couldn't. He had his job to think about. He pushed Shizuo away. "I'm a model, you ignorant fuck, you can't leave a mark," he snapped and walked back in the direction of the bed. Not today, bastard. You came close but not today. Izaya curled up into a ball and fell asleep. He had no idea where his clothes were or what he would do later in the day. He just decided to think about it all later. He was sleepy. The bed was his lover, not Shizuo.