On A Tuesday Night

The view from one of the highest skyscrapers in Ikebukuro was simply divine. At night, you could really see the city shimmer and shine in all its gritty glamour.


He procured an entire rooftop for this special evening.

The deck was polished until you could see your reflection within the wooden floors. Candles were lit atop a dark marble coffee table, with two comfy reclining chairs situated beside each other. An upper-crust hot tub was installed, complete with all sorts of features: lights that could change to any color of the rainbow, bubble jets, cup holders, the hold shebang!

It certainly helped that he had the right connections.

He may have arranged all this, but Kasuka was paying the bulk of the expenses. He felt a twinge of guilt nagging at him, but his little brother insisted in his own monotonous way.

For the finishing touches, Kasuka had given him a bottle of sake. The brand was among the best and most high-class; Juyondai. The taste known for being elegant, fruity, fragrant.

Looking out to the expanse of buildings and lights, he held the sake bottle in his hand. He read the label about ten times, trying to cope with the antsy feeling nipping at his belly. The final delivery had not yet arrived, nor did the flea.

Out of nowhere, the large black Russian descended from above. Where the hell did he come from?!

It surprised him so much, he was about to fling the bottle right at Simon's head.

"Shizuo! I have your order here. Many sushi platter! Fresh."


"Simon!? You sure took your damn time, didn't you? Don't sneak up on me like that. Could have killed ya."

The Russian simply smiled placidly at the flustered man before him.

"I highly doubt you could, Shizuo. Even you. Say, what is all this? Candlelight, fancy drink, a...jacuzzi? It almost like you are on a da--"

"HAHAHA, Simon!! Thanks. Take the money and go, 'kay? Haha..." Hastily, he shoved a fistful of yen into Simon's hand, carefully taking the assortment of sushi.

After he waved him off, he placed the platter onto the coffee table, setting down the sake as well. With his hands on his hips, he glanced around the area, wondering where he could be. He would be popping up at any second. He gave Izaya the coordinates of where to meet. Since the informant's parkour skills were superior and evenly matched with his own, he knew the other man could skip his way up here with ease.

He was nervous. As Simon suspected, this was a date. His first date. He wanted to go above and beyond, but he was worried that this wouldn't suit the flea's tastes. He wanted to give Izaya a memorable, relaxing, pleasurable evening. He did his best.

Work.
What had once been a hobby had recently become time consuming and it was hard not to feel worn out from the phone blowing up every few minutes.
But this was special.
This was something he'd been looking forward to, and he wasn't about to let anything hold him back from it.
He swore inwardly at himself for being late, but it was better to get everything taken care of...to make sure they weren't interrupted.

He had told Namie before he left, that he wouldn't be coming home that night.
He had let Celty know the inner workings of the city just in case something...unpredictable, occurred.
It was a night of total and utter freedom.
A night he was set to devote to Shizu-chan.

He jumped over the railing carefully balancing with one hand and holding himself up before dropping onto the safe side and smirking at Shizuo.

"Sorry I'm late..."

He hit the off switch on his phone and tossed it to Shizuo.

"Don't get any ideas about going onto the Dollars site and making me look girly." He gave him a joking look before finally taking in the surroundings.

His ears flushed red a bit at what he saw and he looked up at him giving him a genuine smile.

"This is all for me?"

His eyes lit up at the sushi and he tried not to run over to it. He chuckled leaning into him and softly brushed lips against his ear.

"Thank you Shizu-chan."

Out of his peripheral vision, he could see Izaya strutting along the railing. A grin, deliberate and sincere, played on his lips. He turned around just in time to catch the cell phone in his grasp.

"Hmph." -- was the gruff and expedient reply. His faux-scowl faded away, as a look of amusement and complacency took over his countenance.

"Glad you could make it." When Izaya leaned into him, he immediately snaked his arms around his waist to hold him. Due to their differences in height, he was able to rest his chin atop Izaya's hair. Softly, he ran his hands up and down Izaya's back.

He noticed right away where Izaya's attention had been snagged, seeing his crimson red eyes become bright with elation. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself.

Putting an arm around him, he led Izaya to the glorious array of sushi he longed for. He gestured to the whole atmosphere that was reserved just for them.

"Yup. All." Playfully, he grazed his teeth along the outer shell of Izaya's ear, his arms hugging around his thin torso. He pecked tender, feather light kisses down his lover's neck, nuzzling against him.

He shuddered a bit leaning up to happily nip his lower lip before grabbing a piece of Otoro off of the tray and putting it in his mouth looking euphoric.

He blinked looking at the sake and raised a brow reading the label just as he took in how much it probably cost. The realization of how embarrassed Shizuo must have been when he asked Kasuka for help made his ears redden.
A grin drew acrossed his features and he pulled Shizu down beside him nipping at his neck.

"Sake first, or hot tub...? Or both at once?"

He gave a playful grin and held a piece of Otoro up to Shizuo's lips.

"You have to try this."

Admittedly, he had been a jackass, as of late. Even more so than what was typical of him. Tonight, he was going to make it up to Izaya. He was also aware of the increasing workload the informant needed to scuffle through, although he didn't know the details.

Whatever murky business the flea was up to was a mystery to him, but he knew of the strain it had put on the other man. He marveled at how Izaya could handle it all so seamlessly.

That all can be forgotten for now.

A heart string was tugged, as he saw Izaya smile so giddily like a little kid. The happy emotion was contagious; he smiled as well, blushing faintly.

Looking cool and composed, he gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders as he gratefully took the piece of tuna into his mouth.

"Mmm." Delicious. No wonder Russian Sushi was still in business, despite the outrageous prices.

He felt like he was not only the strongest man alive, but also the luckiest. He had Izaya all to himself, and only him could see Izaya in ways that made others envious.

"As long as I can get you out of those clothes--I mean, both. Good combo. The Otoro can come, too. There is this revolving...disk thing that'll hold the plate."

Swiftly, he stole a kiss from Izaya, slightly sucking on his lower lip. Before he got too carried away, he broke away and brought the goodies to the hot tub. He set the platter onto the server, along with the bottle of sake and a traditional sake set for two.

He drawled out a sigh as he lifted the shirt he was wearing off his shoulders, exposing his toned abdominal and chest. He flung the shirt to drape over a chair.

"Hey, Izaya...Ever skinny-dipped before?" He wondered aloud, grinning as he looked over his shoulder.

The words caught him off guard and the usually composed informant flushed red as he tried to cover it up with a laugh.

"Well of course...when I'm alone."


His breath caught a bit as he admired the man in front of him...eyes gazing longingly over the beautifully toned skin.

"Mmm...but, when in Rome...right?"

His eyes lit up, never taking them off of the man before him, and he stripped down to nothing walking passed him as he got in the hot tub.

He gave him a playful smile and looked up at him feeling suddenly giddy with excitement.

"Coming?"

"I don't think that counts." He teased, holding back a bit of laughter.

Grinning with a rugged sort of radiance, he watched with bedroom eyes as the man he desired molted out of his clothing. Izaya's hot; what can he say? That infuriating louse was irresistible in every way.

He raised an eyebrow at Izaya's choice of words, kicking off a pair of tropical swim trunks. Now, he was in all his naked glory. The torrid, bubbly water bit into his flesh as soon as he dipped his foot in the hot tub.

"A-Ahhh, nice..." He droned peacefully, slinking into the warmth. He adjusted to the heat rather quickly.

Letting out another pleasant sigh, he floated to the end of the spa, retrieving the bottle and the twin masu. He handed Izaya a square wooden cup, pouring him a generous amount until sake threatened to spill over the top. After he filled his cup, they clashed their drinks together.

"KANPAI!!" He exclaimed his toast at the top of his lungs.

Not a single fuck was given. If anyone heard them and their risque merriment, too bad. The summer air was vibrant and he had all the company he could ever need right next to him. This date with Izaya was already going well without any mishaps.

He sipped his sake as if he were a king, throwing an arm over his lover's shoulder to draw him in closer. He mused on that the sake's flavor was indeed very fruity and complex, much like the man he was hanging off of.

Oh, and how beautiful that recondite man was. Izaya was always such a sight for his sore eyes, as every day consisted of visiting countless cretins who owed a sum they couldn't conjure up.

Whenever he spotted Izaya skipping through the streets of Ikebukuro, it never fails to spark excitement in his otherwise banal and exasperating life. No matter how busy he'd be, once Izaya was in his line of vision, he did not hesitate to say hello to his longtime enemy and new-found lover.

Of course, Izaya had earned a special kind of greeting. He would shout the informant's name as loud as he could, just to get the flea's attention. He would show off his baneful strength, ripping street signs right out of the cement and heaving appliances that weighed more than him over his head.

It was all out of love, of course. Discreet, destructive love. He assumed Izaya got a kick out of it, too. The bastard.

At the moment, he was staring right into Izaya's ravishing red eyes. It always struck him how alluring they were, like two ruby beacons. He gazed at Izaya's lips, upturned in that conniving smirk.

He inched closer, a bit closer, and just a little more closer...

The desire to kiss those lips was exigent.

He kissed him deeply when his lips moved just inches away. His hand tangled through the blondes hair pulling him closer as he savored the sweet sake off of his lips before letting go to catch his breath.
He chuckled holding the glass to his lips, savoring the aroma with his same usual smirk as he settled against Shizuo.

"Kanpai!"

He sipped the sake, the smile on his lips growing a little wider as in his mind he decided to play his favorite game...'what would make Shizuo flustered'...'what would make Shizuo-san smile'?

There was a reason he always showed up when Shizuo seemed bored or alone. He made a point to find him in those times...

He laughed a bit and finished off the tiny glass of sake before closing the gap between them and straddling Shizuo, sitting on his lap purposefully to reach over his shoulder and grab the bottle behind him. Not moving from his lap he looked into the liquid gold eyes of the other man a devious look appearing in his own eyes as he held up the bottle.

"More?"

Visibly, his ears became red when the distance between them evanesced. Izaya's close proximity and the alcohol could both be to blame for the blush that was darkening his face. Still, he wasn't bothered at all. Well, he wasn't bothered yet. Not quite yet.

However, with Izaya -- a very naked, very wet Izaya -- straddling his lap, it was hard not to become...Well. Hard. With his free hand, he slid his fingertips along Izaya's slim waist, before drifting deeper into the water to playfully give a squeeze to an ass cheek. He rose his cup to meet with the spout of the sake bottle.

"Certainly."

He downed yet another serving of sake, already feeling the tingly buzz spike his system.

The blades of his slender fingers danced up Izaya's lower back, caressing the spine with such a gentle touch. Izaya's skin was smooth and warm. He brought the man closer, until they were nose to nose, chest to chest. He slung his arm around Izaya's neck, gaining purchase of those luscious lips once again.

The moon hanging above them illuminated the night wonderfully, along with the neon city glow that sparkled around all corners of their world. He broke the kiss reluctantly, grinning slightly.

He glanced over to the plate of sushi, picking up a rather large piece of fatty tuna. He dangled the morsel tauntingly in front of Izaya's mouth.

"Ahhh, look what we have here. Want it?"

It was the last of Izaya's most favorite delicacy, Ootoro. Tons of others still scattered the platter: crab, mackerel, shrimp, salmon, tempera. But this lucky tuna wasn't only the lone savior, but also a giant.

He simpered at the look on Izaya's face, watching his eyes glitter with appetite and desperation.

He smirked slyly and took Shizuo's wrist bringing the hand holding the Otoro to his lips he ate it and grazed his teeth over the fingertips, drawing his forefinger to his lips to feel it brush over them before letting his hand go.

He grinned, his red eyes flashing approval as he leaned into the other man his arousal rubbing into the other man as his eyes half closed feeling euphoric at the fingertips on his back.

"Delicious."

He drank another small glass of sake and pressed his lips to the blonde's nipping at his lower lip and sucking at it as he pressed into him.

He pulled away nipping at his neck before he did and then looked him over smirking as he drank in the sight of the tall, toned blond...his eyes looking even more gold in the moonlight.

"You're very sexy Shizu-chan."

Why does he have to say things like that?!

The comment had caught him off guard, Izaya's words making his face heat up. His grin faltered a bit, and he glanced away to hide the blush that had bloomed onto his features. They were still so close together, his arms were still draped around Izaya's shoulders. He gritted his teeth, chuckling softly in embarrassment.

"What are ya sayin'? Me? Aha...Yeah, right."

He flitted his gaze back to Izaya, locking onto him. He undressed Izaya with his eyes--Oh, wait. No need! At any rate, he was smiling in spite of himself.

The colorful lights from the hot tub gave Izaya's translucent skin an ethereal glow. Dark tufts of damp hair still managed to stick up at odd ends. He ruffled Izaya's already stylishly messy hair, stroking the fringe out of those dangerous crimson oculars.

"I don't hold a candle to you...Not a chance." He mumbled gruffly, almost shyly.

I love you was clinging to his tongue. He destroyed the delusive gap between them, crushing his lips roughly against the informant's. He thought this was a better way to express himself, anyway. Especially, when words failed him. He grasped a fistful of black hair, kissing Izaya with raw passion and tender admiration.

Forgetting the masu cup altogether, he let his hands explore all over Izaya's body. He was both so lithe and delicate, so sinewy and strong. Another hand traced over the hollow of Izaya's neck, drifting down his chest. His thumb brushed over a peaked nibble, before his touch descended. His calloused hand grazed over a hipbone, before the rest was obscured under hot fizzy waters.

"Mm, Izaya--...You...are..." He whispered in between kisses, running a single finger along Izaya's hardening shaft.

He moaned a little into the kiss tongue delving into the cavern of his mouth as he wrapped his arms around his neck pulling him even closer. He gasped breaking the kiss only to breathe and nipped at his ear as he felt the hands roam over his body.

His skin, already heightened by the heat and the alcohol was so receptive of his touch that he gasped when the thumb brushed over his peaked nipple and had to bite back a moan as his fingers drifted painfully softly over his manhood.

"Shizu..."

He grazed the hollow of his neck with his teeth sucking at it to leave a faint mark his lips softly roaming over his shoulder. He let his hands drift down from around the blondes neck tracing lines down his chest before softly rubbing his hips.

He smirked slyly kissing his lips as he took Shizuo's erection into his hand and let his fingers drift softly over it, just letting his thumb graze the tip in a teasing way.

The sweet, sultry kiss fogged up his thoughts, making them incoherent. All he knew for certain was the fact that he liked locking lips with Izaya. He liked it very, very much. And the simplest touch sent prickles of pleasure throughout his entire being. Izaya had that prodigious affect on him. He failed to suppress an aroused groan, once Izaya's teeth sank into his neck, sucking until a bruise was left behind.

He let his own mouth trail soft kisses down Izaya's neck, before he nibbled along his clavicle. He bit into the shoulder blade, flicking his tongue out to lap at the faint wound. His tongue then trekked slightly downward to swirl over Izaya's nipples.

Round and round, he twirled his tongue around the rosy patches of flesh, before he tugged at the nubs. He went more downward still, licking a long line from the center of Izaya's chest, to the just above the naval. He murmured erotic eulogies as he tasted his adversary's erection.

"Izaya...You're so hot."

His held Izaya's cock in his hand, peppering light kisses along its length, and slicking a lick underneath.