Sexiest Man Alive

3| Just Sleep With Me

Shizuo held Izaya in his arms. The fallen king was fallen once more. A light blush appeared on Izaya's face. He was obviously remembering the kiss from earlier in the day. Shizuo's eyes lit up with enjoyment. Izaya looked away. The two were caught in an interesting affair. This photo-shoot would be the death of him. How many times were they supposed to meet again? When would this hell be over? Izaya wanted it to end. This costume was too hot. He was much too close to Shizuo.

"That's a wrap," the head photographer said. Izaya pushed Shizuo away and went to the nearest vending machine. His costume was hot as hell and he needed something to drink, pronto. He didn't want any of that cheap water that they had on set. He wanted some chocolate milk. Something sweet. Izaya had a sweet tooth and it needed to be craved. He kept putting in coin after coin and drinking dozens of chocolate milk bottles. He didn't care at this point if anyone was around to see him. He just wanted to satisfy that unquenchable thirst. 

Shizuo hadn't spoken to him once since the two arrived at the location. They hadn't even arrived at the same time. When Izaya woke up, Shizuo was gone and had left a note on top of his (recently cleaned) clothes. Izaya didn't know how serious Shizuo was about the blackmail. He had no idea if he would have to follow through either. Maybe the two would forget everything that happened and move on with their daily lives without mentioning it again. 

"Izaya," Izaya reluctantly turned around to face the guy he'd hoped would never talk to him again. Damnit. "I want to apologize."

"If you're apologizing about that one time," Izaya laughed albeit nervously, "forget it. I haven't been thinking about it at all," he lied and drank the last of what was in his bottle. "Let's just pretend it never happened. It'll be best if we both put it behind us."

Shizuo grabbed Izaya's hand and dragged him into his dressing room. He pinned him against the door and glared. "I can't do that," he said, voice filled with rage. Izaya was once again reminded of the heat of his costume. He was sweating even more now due to Shizuo's sudden anger. Who said this guy was an angel? Clearly they never met him. Shizuo's body heat wasn't helping the situation. Izaya wanted to leave. He wanted to strip too. He briefly thought about stripping right now but realized that should be saved for later. Later? Later when? Izaya tossed those ideas to the back of his mind. His mind that he must be losing if he was thinking about stripping and Shizuo. 

"I need to clear up a misunderstanding," he began, "I didn't record you because I was trying to blackmail you. The truth is, I've been a big fan of yours for a long time. You might not remember but we have worked together before. Ever since then I've realized that," Shizuo paused. 

"Realized that I'm a royal pain in the ass? Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't have time for this," Izaya pushed Shizuo off and opened the door. Shizuo slammed his hand on it and forced it closed. Why was he so strong? Izaya hated it. 

"Realized that I'm in love with you."

Izaya couldn't hide his embarrassment. What? That couldn't be right. He had just spent the last 24+ hours complaining about this guy. He was a royal asshole and Shizuo claimed to love him? What was he missing here? 

"You don't have to love me," Shizuo got down on one knee and grabbed Izaya's hand, "just sleep with me. You can toss me aside whenever you want. I don't care." Well, that escalated quickly. 

Izaya thought about it. He did promise to do anything. He didn't like breaking promises. Izaya sighed. "Let me get out of this costume then take me back to your place," he agreed. Izaya went back to his own dressing room. He sighed again and stripped. Finally, free at last. He didn't care anymore about what Shizuo did. He just wanted to be done with it. Meet, greet, sleep, repeat. That's his motto. Well, not really, but it would be tonight. He couldn't wait to have Shizuo out of his hair. 

"No one has ever confessed to me before," Izaya muttered and stared at himself in the mirror. The wig was gone but the makeup still remained. "I must seem like a real easy bitch to sleep with him after barely knowing him 24 hours," Izaya sighed and then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He will be gone soon, just like everybody else," Izaya zoned out. He thought about all of the people in his life that broke their promises. All of the people that told him lies and gave him false hope. 

"I'm keeping my promise," Izaya rested his head on the vanity set, "but I'm still turning into one of them." He refused to think about it any longer. Izaya needed to get into his normal clothes and hit the road. He was going to make the best of tonight. It's not often that the (previously) sexiest man alive gets to fuck the (currently) sexiest man alive. 

The two stood face to face in the bedroom of Shizuo's apartment. "Just so we are clear," Izaya began, "I will permit you to have those videos this time but they are only for your eyes and if you dare show them to another soul I will personally make your life a living hell," he crossed his arms. Shizuo nodded.

"Great," Izaya smirked and took off his shirt, "let's get to the point," he said while he wrapped his arms around Shizuo's neck. "I'll sleep with you, just this once," he winked.