Can't Get Enough - 5. Arc 1, Chapter 5

Arc 1: Ch.5

A few days have passed since the little incident, and Izaya’s memory lapses worsened. He forgot simple things such as forgetting where he put his keys. He was frustrated, to say the least. His job required him to remember every little detail about everything. If he couldn’t do that, then who was he? The raven wondered if Shinra missed anything. He must have had brain damage. Fed up, he took the subway towards the illegal doctor’s house and went to see Shinra about his problem.

The doctor turned in his chair to look at Izaya. “Okay, so you’re still having memory lapses?” he questioned. He waved Izaya over, telling him to sit so that he could check for any damage to his brain, yet again. He double checked to see if he missed anything or if anything new came up. “I still don’t see anything wrong. Maybe you need a good night’s rest. It could be a cause of not enough oxygen getting to your brain. Have you been feeling dizzy when you stand up too fast or anything? Or maybe you need to drink more water.”

“No, I don’t need sleep. Come on, there must be something wrong. I haven’t been feeling dizzy and I drink enough water, Shinra.” Izaya wasn’t mad at his best friend, but at himself. “Maybe Celty can help. She does have supernatural powers, after all.”

“I don’t think she can help you. Look, I’m not sure what’s wrong. I’ve checked you over a dozen times and nothing was wrong, aside from the injuries I patched up. Maybe you’re stressed? You should take a vacation of some sort and see if that helps. Or maybe start teasing Shizuo again, that always seems to put you in a better mood.”

“I don’t have time for Shizu-chan,” he dismissed the idea, waving his hand. Izaya actually had a lot of time to screw around, but he was afraid that he would do so literally. He spent his time finishing jobs that Shiki gave him, since he didn’t want to go outside. “Besides, even if I wanted a vacation, where would I go?”

“Oh, how about a nice beach,” Shinra sang, “maybe I’ll come along and bring my lovely Celty on the trip.” And there he went, acting like an idiot when it came to talking about his “dearest dullahan.”

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Izaya had enough of talking to Shinra after a couple more hours and headed back to Shinjuku. He kept his head down and his hands in his pockets, thinking about what Shinra said. Maybe he did need a vacation and more rest. The stress of his work never bothered him. His whole life was stressful, from maintaining the highest grades in high school, to starting his job as an information broker.

Shizuo’s honey eyes looked to the other man. Izaya walked towards him without realizing it, and he wasn’t really sure what to say. “Shinra called me, asking me to take you home. He said you were acting weird and though you might get lost on the way back.” The ex-bartender saw that his words startled the raven. He turned back around and headed towards Izaya’s flat. Sadly, he knew were the man lived, the thought made him want to vomit. He liked the image he had before, the flea living in a place for fleas, in a dumpster in an alleyway. He stopped and turned around when he noticed the flea wasn’t following. “Flea, hurry up, or I’ll leave your sorry ass behind!”

Why would Shinra tell Shizuo to walk him home? Didn’t he know that he wanted to stay away from him? He could walk himself home, without anyone’s help…especially not Shizu-chan’s. When Shizuo turned around, he quickly turned and skipped off in a different direction. He stopped when he heard the blonde threaten him. He turned around with a smirk on his face. “Shizu-chan is worried about me? How cute!”

“You’re going the wrong way,” bluntly stated the blonde. He sighed and followed the other man, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid. “I don’t want you wondering the streets by yourself, simple as that. Shinra said you’ve been having memory issues.” He watched Izaya take off into a run and he lowly growled, running after him. The raven quickly turned a corner and that was when he lost him. How the hell did he just lose him? “Fuck,” he cussed under his breath. “Flea, where the fuck did you go?!”

Izaya held down a laugh as Shizuo chased him. It was too ironic and backwards, usually Shizu-chan chased him to kill him. He jumped up on a balcony. “I’m right here, Shizu-chan,” he taunted and threw a few shoes at Shizuo that were lying on the balcony. He continued to climb until he reached the top of a familiar roof. The blood stains were still on the ground below. You’d think that Ikebukuro would have the decency to clean that up by now, huh?

The blonde groaned as shoes hit his head. He climbed up the ladder, trying to stop Izaya from getting away. When he got up on the roof, he noticed Izaya was looking over the edge. “Fuck, finally got to you where you can’t run away from me.” He began walking forward, wanting to catch Izaya before he could run off again. He jumped when the raven turned to face him and walked along the narrow wall. He couldn’t help but notice how feminine Izaya was, watching how he moved with such grace. He felt his face heat up when he caught himself watching the flea’s small ass.

“I wouldn’t try to balance on here if I were you. You don’t have my graceful balance skills. The fall is just enough to…never mind. It probably wouldn’t kill someone like you.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want to test that, be my guest.” He glanced at him. If he saw right, Shizuo was checking him out! How amusing. Izaya finally sat down. “Why are you blushing, Shizu-chan?”

“I’m not blushing!” the blonde retorted, “it’s hot up here, that’s all,” he blatantly lied. He looked away when the raven flashed him one of those familiar Cheshire grins. The blonde found himself quickly covering his nose, feeling a nose bleed coming on. Fuck, what the hell?! It’s as if his body was enjoying watching Izaya’s body. “Why don’t you jump off the fucking building and test it yourself?!” he shouted, not wanting the flea near him. He stumbled backwards when Izaya started walking towards him, but stopped when his connected with the wall. “Stop looking at me with those creepy eyes!”

Izaya grinned at the blatant lie the blonde told. Yet again, the world went black. “Really? Because your nose says otherwise. Who would harass you if I was gone? Ikebukuro wouldn’t be much fun without me! And I thought you liked my eyes, ne?” He pinned him against the wall, hands on either side of his chest.

“I said no such thing!” he retorted, trying to avoid Izaya’s gaze. He let the man pin him against the wall. A hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look straight at the other man. He couldn’t help but stare into the scarlet eyes. He was fixated on them, not noticing that the other man leaned in for a kiss. He snapped out of it when he felt a pair of lips graze his own. But for some odd reason, he wouldn’t fight back. What the fuck? Was the first thing that came to his mind, finding it odd that he wasn’t doing anything. His face heated when he heard himself moan out in pleasure.

Izaya was surprised that Shizuo hadn’t moved. Sooner or later, he knew that Shizuo would give in. He was tempted to ruin the moment, but he enjoyed toying with the protozoan more than he should have. His hand fell from his chin and grabbed a fistful of Shizuo’s shirt. He laughed as he deepened the kiss. The vibration sent shivers down his spine. Who knew that a monster with half a brain could be so interesting? He moved his hips closer to Shizuo’s.

The blonde moaned into the kiss, jolting when he felt Izaya’s hips press against his own. His face flushed as he felt himself harden with the actions of the raven. Izaya continued to rub up against him in a suggestive manor. He looked at the raven in a daze when he pulled away from the kiss.

Not sure what was happening, Izaya leaned in close to the beast’s ear.

He blew hotly into it, chuckling lowly when he heard the blonde moan out his name. “My, my Shizu-chan, I never knew you liked me this much,” the raven teased. A finger slowly traced Shizuo’s strong jaw and a hand slowly crept down to his pants, ghostly running a hand over his arousal.

Shizuo’s legs began to shake; his body wasn’t really able to handle much more of this. He was twenty-four and very much a virgin, so all this is new to him. His breath hitched in the back of his throat at feeling a hand on his crotch. Damn, why the hell was his body reacting to the damn flea? He hated the man with a burning passion; he shouldn’t be turned on by the louse.

Not only was Shizuo not backing away, but his body responded in Izaya’s favor. Izaya pulled away and decided to take things further. His head was spinning and his body moved on its own accord. He took Shizuo’s moans as a sign of approval and tried to unbuckle his pants. He held onto the wall for support with his other hand and bit Shizuo’s neck repeatedly. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Shizuo was a virgin, considering how a lot of girls were afraid of him. No one else could handle Shizuo, but Izaya was confident that he could. He knew everything about the man. Izaya licked along his neck and blew hotly against it. He leaned up to bite his earlobe. Biting probably didn’t hurt Shizuo, which made it even more fun. He could do whatever he wanted to him and it wouldn’t matter. His own pants were painfully tight, as he ground his manhood against Shizuo’s thigh.

The blonde allowed Izaya to kiss along his neck. His brain tried to warn him, but it didn’t seem to be working. His eyes snapped open right when he felt hands trying to undo his belt. His hazel eyes moved to look to Izaya, seeing the sly grin he was so used to. Then it came to him. Fuck, the damned flea was doing it again! “Flea, stop,” he said between the many kisses the raven was giving him. When Izaya didn’t listen to him, he finally broke free of the raven’s hold and threw him down to the ground, pinning him there. “Izaya, fucking snap out of it!” he yelled, trying his best not to hit the other man, but he would if he had to.

Izaya cringes once he hit the ground. He didn’t understand! He thought Shizuo liked what he was doing to him. “Do you really want me to stop?” he challenged and wrapped his legs around Shizuo’s waist. “You were enjoying it for a while.” He leaned his head up to kiss the blonde once more.

That was when Izaya regained consciousness. His lips rolled along someone’s lips as his eyes were closed. He was afraid to open them, to see who he was kissing. Anyone but Shizu-chan, he repeated in his head. He didn’t even care if it was a guy, just not the ex-bartender. Damn it. Why was he even letting this happen? The need for air was overwhelming. He broke the kiss to breathe and immediately tried to push Shizuo off of him. He looked around and noticed that they were on the roof. That was the last place he wanted to be with him. “Why did you kiss me?!” Izaya snapped.

The blonde scrambled away from Izaya, back pressed against a wall, trying his hardest to hide his arousal. “The fuck! Flea, you mean…you don’t remember something like that?!” He blushed, trying to get the thought out of his head. Damn it, ever since high school, he always had small thoughts about being with Izaya. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cussed over and over, “you were just acting like a different person, flea! If you’re that sexuality frustrated, go find a whore!” The blonde took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “Fuck, Izaya, what the hell? Do you even remember trying to have sex with me?”

Izaya’s crimson eyes widened at the realization that he was also hard. Where did that come from?! He desperately tried to remember what just happened. There’s something wrong with me. What the fuck! Shit, what the hell? What was going on? Why did it always have to be the blonde brute? Maybe I am sexually frustrated! Never in Izaya’s life had he ever felt so pathetic. He was always the smartest in his classes, and definitely smarter than Shizuo. “Fine! I’ll go find someone then, can’t be that hard.” He turned around, scared that Shizuo could see the weak emotions behind his eyes. Izaya Orihara was never weak! He climbed the ladder down the side of the building.

The blonde sat there for a few moments, trying to figure something out. “Wait, flea!” he yelled after him and quickly climbed down ladder. He ended up slipping and falling the rest of the way down, but just got up without even being bothered by the fall. “Flea!” he roared, grabbing his wrist before he could take off running. He blushed when he stared at the other man’s face. “What was the last thing you remember?” he asked, slowly releasing Izaya’s wrist. Maybe they were missing something, something that even Shinra couldn’t solve with his doctor shit.

Oh god, I hope he doesn’t like me now. “With all due respect, Shizu-chan, I don’t want to be near you.” For once, in all the years he knew the brute, he really needed the space from him. He sighed and looked away from him. He seriously considered finding a random human to have sex with. It was better than the torture he went through.

“That look…whenever you look at people, you have a look. People call the Chester cat grin, but it changed,” he finished with, clearly stating the wrong name, causing Izaya to stop and to turn to look at him. “When you start to act weird, the look in your eyes change. It looks lustful, unlike your usually catlike gaze.” He smelled the air, something seeming a bit off. Izaya’s scent seemed to have changed, now that he noticed. Fuck, he did it again! He’d always been crept out by the fact that he was able to find Izaya by his scent. He couldn’t help but notice that it was different. “I g-got to g-go,” he said while stuttering and took off in the other direction.

Did Shizuo mean the Cheshire cat? Either way, he was sexually frustrated and something was off, he wanted Shizuo? Since when? Why was he staring at him for so long? “Wait a second, Shizu-chan…I was being serious about staying away from me.”

Shizuo stopped in his tracks at hearing Izaya’s voice. “Don’t have to tell me twice!” he yelled and continued on his way. When out of sight, he ran back to his apartment. Fuck, what was up with that. Yes, he had a crush on Izaya back in high school, but he was sure he got over it. Love at first sight, he didn’t know how to deal with it so he just started to deny the feeling. Would Izaya stop coming into town just to troll with him? “Fuck! Why is he only acting so fucking weird around me?”

Izaya took a deep breath once he saw that Shizuo was out of sight. He turned and rested his hands in his fur jacket. “Maybe that’ll teach him I can walk myself home,” he spoke aloud. Izaya tried to think of the exact moment he blacked out. Enough was enough. His subconscious wanted sex. Who would he do it with? Who could he? The thought rarely occurred. He loved humans, but sex didn’t satisfy him. Ruining and watching lives satisfied him more.

He opened the door to his loft and was greeted by an angry pair of eyes. Namie. Izaya was even desperate enough to consider sex with that evil woman. “Why hello, Namie,” he hummed. “What brings you to my lovely abode?”

“For work, why else,” she answered with, “and to only find my boss isn’t even here.” She watched her boss, watching as he paced for a few moments. “I made sure you got home; people have been telling me you’ve been acting weird.” She sighed when he walked to the couch, moving pieces on the strange board game of his.

Izaya’s crimson eyes narrowed at Namie. How did she know that he was acting weird? Did everyone know that? “I was working, too,” he lied easily, “things to do, people to ruin.” He looked down at the chess board only he knew how to setup. It was his game, something that belonged to him and only him. “Who told you that I was acting weird, Namie?”

“Shinra called me, said Shizuo should’ve brought you home. As the doctor predicted, he didn’t. Obviously if he called and asked about it, something isn’t right.” Why would the town’s monster have been asked to bring Izaya home, even she knew how much the two men hated each other. Then again, who didn’t know about that basic fact? “You ditched him?”

Shinra called her? Damn doctor! “Ah, Namie. That was just a part of my plan! Funny to see that people actually think I am going insane! Humans are so gullible.” He kicked a table with a bunch of neatly stacked papers. “Now, why don’t you do your job and organize those?”

Namie simply sighed and went to put the papers back in order again.