Bound by Fate

Let the Games Begin...

Shizuo had never wanted someone so badly in all his life. Izaya continued making sly, suggestive comments as they wandered aimlessly through the streets of the city, just enjoying each other's company. They talked all the while - well, Izaya did most of the talking while Shizuo listened and smiled at the other man's seemingly endless supply of stories.

While walking they kept a careful distance between them, almost unconsciously. It made the accidental brushes and subtle touches all the more noticeable. It was an oddly enjoyable feeling to deny themselves from taking what they both clearly wanted desperately.

Izaya's fingers brushed up against Shizuo's as they waited in comfortable silence for a crossing signal to admit them across the street. At the slight touch, Shizuo shivered and looked down at the brunette at his side. He thought his heart stopped when he was met with a faint blush dusting Izaya's cheeks.

"Shizuo," the shorter man said quietly as finally let himself reach out for the blonde's hand, interlacing their fingers. "I'm having a really good time." Izaya paused to look up at Shizuo with a small, genuine smile before adding: "Thank you."

The bartender stared down into the brunette's eyes and before he knew what he was doing, he was dragging Izaya down the street and pulling him into a side alley. "Don't be so cute, damn it," he said as he pushed the brunette firmly against a brick wall, staring down into his wide, excited eyes. Not scared. Never scared.

"Have you finally snapped, Shizu-chan? I was wondering how much longer I was going to have to accidentally touch you and say subtly inappropriate things before you pulled something like this," Izaya said, grinning impishly up at the blonde before laughing quietly. "You actually lasted a lot longer than I thought you would. And it's interesting what finally pushed you over the edge..."

"Testing my resolve?" Shizuo asked as he leaned down, tilted his head to the side and brought his face a breath away from Izaya's. "You like to play dangerous games, don't you, Izaya? Well then, you got involved with the right man."

"I knew what I was getting myself into, Shizu-chan, but again, you surprised me. You let me talk for much longer than I had anticipated. Even I was getting tired of my voice," the brunette replied, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His tongue snuck out to lick his lips purposefully, watching as Shizuo's eyes dropped to look at his mouth before snapping back to his mischievous crimson gaze. "Why did you let me talk so much? I was hoping you would try to shut me up. I'm impressed by how much it took to make you snap."

"Cheeky bastard," Shizuo said with a grin as he straightened up and let his hands drop to grip Izaya's hips tightly. The other man sighed and leaned his body into Shizuo's touch, earning a chuckle from the blonde. "You seem just as anxious and eager as I am. Maybe I should see if I can make you snap, too."

"Too late," Izaya whispered breathlessly as he looked up at the blonde pinning him against the rough brick, raw need painted on his face. His hands flew up to fist into the front of Shizuo's t-shirt and pull him down to forcefully meet his lips. When an embarrassing moan snuck past the blonde's lips, Izaya took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Shizuo's mouth and slide against his. He caught another of Shizuo's moans before sending one right back as his hands climbed up to the bartender's shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck.

Shizuo felt himself growl at Izaya's bold, borderline aggressive kiss, quickly learning how to fight back against his invasive tongue. The blonde stooped down as his hands slid down Izaya's thighs to hook his fingers behind his knees. He quickly pulled the brunette up off the ground, wrapped his legs around his waist, and shoved his back firmly against the wall.

When Izaya let out a startled squeak, Shizuo pulled back from the kiss abruptly to meet Izaya's stunned gaze. "A-are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Shizuo muttered apologetically, bringing a hand up to cautiously touch the side of Izaya's face. "I don't... I'm... I'll be more careful."