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sleepymailman:

xizaya:

“It’s my fault Tsuki, I am sorry..” he mumbled his words as if tried to get them out from the deep of his heart “..maybe I understand how you feel about Roppi…” there was a brief pause after that in which he saw the man stop and jolt slightly at his words as he continued.

“I-I understand because I do feel exactly like you..” Trying to get a clue of his own words, Izaya saw the man quickly turned towards him with a questioning expression written all over his face. Izaya cursed himself mentally, just what he meant to do? giving away his hidden feelings like this, only for his own curiousity to know more? His eyes squinted till they met Tsuki’s ones for the umpteenth time, adamant.

“I guess I am not that nice person you think I am, I won’t stop you from leaving if you want to, I just…” Izaya couldn’t seem to finish off his sentence as he waited for a sign from the man

Tsuki felt horrible because the man sounded sad. His hand rested on the doorknob as he let the man speak, still keeping his back turned. Something had changed in Izaya’s tone and Tsuki didn’t quite understand how to handle it. He was disappointed in himself. He should have never come here. 

“I’m..Sorry,” He turned the doorknob. 

Suddenly something snapped inside Izaya’s mind, the man was about to leave, were all of his efforts useless? He had been honest and yet he was going away? With a mad rush towards the taller man, he pushed the door violently before Tsuki could fully open it, and trapped the man between him and the door.

“No, I won’t let you leave” even though his voice was barely a whisper it didn’t understate its madness. He didn’t matter the man was taller than him, in that moment Izaya seemed to tower over him highly.

“I lied, I just can’t let you go like this” His knee dangerously found its way through Tsuki’s legs and tugged on his crotch as he once again murmured softly on his lips.

“I need to know what happened between you two” The informant didn’t know if what he was doing would have led Tsuki to talk, but as he saw a blush growing into the man’s face, he pushed even further…

Tsuki jumped and let out a small squeak in fear when Izaya slammed the door shut. Yet another change in this man, Tsuki just didn’t know what to expect from him at this point. 

This was one of the many moments where Tsuki wished he was more like his brothers. When it came to physical strength he was just no good. Even if he had the mental capacity to fight someone back he just had no strength to back it up. 
He felt the presence of the other in between his legs and Tsuki started to think that any hope of escape was lost.

“Aah!” He shouted out in fear “I don’t know…I don’t know…why he wanted…to kill himself…but I stopped him…He got mad at me…,”  

Glad of having the man finally starting to talk, Izaya’s gaze became more intense and never left the man as he kept with his ministrations. He could feel Tsuki’s getting harder as he repeatedly moved his knee against his groin. His voice came out a bit slurred this time.

“I bet you know much more than that Tsuki, don’t you?  his tongue perilously ran over the blonde lips again, licking them.

“Have you done something to bring Roppi to do what he wanted to do? Why did he say you are useless?”

Tsuki started to panic, once again he had lost feeling in his legs and he doubted his ability to run away. His blush from earlier returned tenfold as the other continued to touch him

“What..are you..doing,” Tsuki found his eyes captured in Izaya’s gaze again unable to break it. He didn’t want to say it. He truly had been avoiding talking about it all night. Why does this man have so much power over me? He gulped before feeling his voice drawn out

“He wanted..me to kill him…he said that if I loved him…I would do it for him..I couldn’t…I stopped him from…doing it himself…I am..useless,” 

“You are not useless!” 

Izaya shouted as he grew a tad angry, all of his facial features contorted with wrath, he didn’t know if it was over the fact Tsuki was in love with Roppi, or over the fact that he now knew the reason why the man had been called useless. After all, he just wanted to save his lover’s life, and what the man had got at the end was just a deep jab. Izaya however came to the conclusion that he still didn’t know Roppi’s real nature, he never met the man and he didn’t have any idea about him if not through the few words Tsuki had told him; and in order to get into what it seemed a complicated relationship, he had to work more on Tsuki. Izaya was still glued to the man, and he was still rubbing against the now revealed bulge under Tsuki’s pants. The man’s heavy breath tickled the base of his nose, and for an odd reason his mind started to blur out losing momentarily the ability to ask questions. Was the informant himself actually losing control? He slurred on Tsuki’s ear as he brought one hand over his crotch before stopping the shifted movements of his knee.

“You are hard Tsuki..”

Tsuki was genuinely confused. He wasn’t useless? Someone he cared about asked him to do something and he couldn’t do it. Doesn’t that make him wrong? Izayas face was filled with just anger towards it all Tsuki didn’t know hwhat to think anymore. But Roppi had never returned Tsuki’s feelings and that had always haunted him.

“I…loved him…he didn’t…love me,” A chill ran down his spine when he realized why this situation had gone so far. He was living out his feelings for Roppi through Izaya. 

The moment he realized this he felt Izaya whisper in his ear. His face was painted the color red from how embarrassed the not so incorrect statement made him.

Izaya’ brow crinkled in confusion at hearing the man words. Did he just use the past? Why he felt so relieved at it? Was so important to him the fact Tsuki wasn’t in love with Roppi anymore, although he had been? but even so, why did it matter? He didn’t know, all he knew it was that Tsuki was there in front of him, both of them losing control all over the situation. Izaya gently took Tsuki’s hand and pulled him towards the bed again, and the man let himself be lead by him without any resistance. Once they reached the bed, Izaya with a soft move, pushed Tsuki on it, and straddled over him soon after.

“I want you, Tsuki!” He licked at the base of the man’s exposed neck, savouring his skin, maybe for one time the informant actually wanted to lose control and forget about everything…

Having realized what was really going on Tsuki wasn’t sure what he should do. Would it be smarter to leave? Even knowing this he still allowed the man to lead him towards the bed. He felt himself falling backwards onto the bed and before he could readjust his glasses he felt Izaya climb on top of him. Tsuki’s eyes widened with shock when he heard the informant speak, he gasped when he felt his tongue fun across his neck.

“I…I..,” For the upteenth time this night Tsuki had lost his ability to speak. Was it right of him? to live what he felt for Roppi through Izaya? But Izaya said he wanted to, didn’t that make it ok? 

Izaya didn’t quite understand what Tsuki wanted to say, he just heard him mumble something intelligible, but he decided to ignore him. By now it was too late to look back; the informant himself had lost control over the situation and surely looking at a moaning Tsuki didn’t help to refrain himself. Yet both of them knew what they were doing was utterly wrong and in a way, it was like the just fill for the lack of something. Something that maybe they would never had. Izaya wasted no time on unbuttoning Tsuki’s shirt as he ran his hand towards the man’s tan chest before sucking on one of his perky nipples, curling his tongue around it repeatedly as he passed to do the same with the other one. He heard Tsuki’s frantic voice calling his name as his heart pumped with an unsteady pace, and Izaya seemed to get turned on by it even more.

“What is it Tsuki? You want me to stop?” as he asked so, the thought of ‘who is gonna top’ went through the informant’s mind. Sure enough, Tsuki didn’t give the idea of a top, and Izaya in the few relationships he had, he always had been layed…Was it maybe time to try something new? as this thought lingered on the most remote tabernacles of his brain, another evil thought made its way through him. Could he have made Shizuo suffer in shame if he ever knew he had fucked his lovely brother? Of course Tsuki didn’t deserve this, but why not having a little fun by playing a bit with his lovely humans feelings?

A lopsided grin curled into his lips as the the images of an angry Shizuo ignited deep within him.

“I will make you feel good Tsuki, promise” he said as his tongue dangerously ran all over his abdomen.

Tsuki’s nervous heartbeat only quickened as Izaya unbuttoned his shirt. He gasped in shock when he felt Izaya attack his nipple. When he felt the man move on to the other one Tsuki found his voice being drawn out, without him even realizing it, as he shouted

“I-Izaya!” When the other asked him if he should stop Tsuki could only blush. He couldn’t in a million years tell the other to continue but he couldn’t bring himself to say no either. 

Several thoughts crossed his mind that should of happened before he got himself into this situation. For one, how did a simple kind gesture turn into this? Also, how did Izaya convince Tsuki to open up? Did it have something to do with how similar he looked to Roppi? 
By this point though it was too late. He shuddered when he felt his hands drifting freely across Tsuki’s torso. He couldn’t speak but small moans and whines escaped his lips.

Not receiveing any response from the blonde but just soft moans and his name uttered in a rather low tone, the informant  took those as a hint to proceed undisturbed, regarding Tsuki shyly through his dark lashes before speaking with a lustful tone.

“Your moans are turning me on Tsuki!” and indeed there was a bulge revealed form under his pants which hindered his own erection. Without hesitation the raven got rid of his own shirt, his naked pale torso was now revealed in all of its glory, as he went soon after to unbutton his pants finally freeing his throbbing cock. He looked at Tsuki whose eyes had widened at the sight before him, but  Izaya didn’t give him much time to think as a low hiss escaped his lips almost as a command.

“Suck me Tsuki” as he said so his hand pumped steadily Tsuki’s engorged flesh sending the latter completely out of mind.

Tsuki couldn’t help but stare as Izaya quickly undressed. Every inch of him resembled Roppi almost perfectly aside from the fact that Izayas skin was smooth and not scarred. He licked his lips without realizing it. The more he thought about it the more he realized that this was what he had wanted. He had wanted this ever since Izaya killed him.

He felt the others touch and another soft moan escaped Tsuki’s lips. Once again though hearing Izaya’s voice as it were a command Tsuki obediently leaned forward and wrapped his lips around his throbbing cock.  

As soon as Izaya felt Tsuki’s lips on his cock, he jolted slightly and then almost by reflex bucked his hips forward, forcing the latter to swallow his entire hardened lenght. He thrust in his mouth with a steady pace as soft moans escaped from the blonde’s lips. Izaya drew his head back drifting from the pleasure of the moment, and when he looked down at Tsuki sucking him all, he felt like cumming as he saw trickles of saliva coming down from the corners of Tsuki’s lips.

Izaya stopped him as he clutched at his blonde locks and then his hands went down to his face as he whispered slowly on his lips before licking them.

“Do you want me to suck you Tsuki?” he asked as his gaze filled with lust.

He then pushed the aroused blonde down onto the bed and started to use his tongue all over his chest leaving strings of saliva as Tsuki panted heavily. When Izaya reached his cock however, he stopped giving Tsuki a look that clearly stated his need.

As his mouth lingered on his throbbing cock, the informant brought one finger on Tsuki’s puckering hole, teasing it as he asked him.

“Are you still a virgin, Tsuki?”

“It’s my fault Tsuki, I am sorry..” he mumbled his words as if tried to get them out from the deep of his heart “..maybe I understand how you feel about Roppi…” there was a brief pause after that in which he saw the man stop and jolt slightly at his words as he continued.

“I-I understand because I do feel exactly like you..” Trying to get a clue of his own words, Izaya saw the man quickly turned towards him with a questioning expression written all over his face. Izaya cursed himself mentally, just what he meant to do? giving away his hidden feelings like this, only for his own curiousity to know more? His eyes squinted till they met Tsuki’s ones for the umpteenth time, adamant.

“I guess I am not that nice person you think I am, I won’t stop you from leaving if you want to, I just…” Izaya couldn’t seem to finish off his sentence as he waited for a sign from the man

Tsuki felt horrible because the man sounded sad. His hand rested on the doorknob as he let the man speak, still keeping his back turned. Something had changed in Izaya’s tone and Tsuki didn’t quite understand how to handle it. He was disappointed in himself. He should have never come here. 

“I’m..Sorry,” He turned the doorknob. 

Suddenly something snapped inside Izaya’s mind, the man was about to leave, were all of his efforts useless? He had been honest and yet he was going away? With a mad rush towards the taller man, he pushed the door violently before Tsuki could fully open it, and trapped the man between him and the door.

“No, I won’t let you leave” even though his voice was barely a whisper it didn’t understate its madness. He didn’t matter the man was taller than him, in that moment Izaya seemed to tower over him highly.

“I lied, I just can’t let you go like this” His knee dangerously found its way through Tsuki’s legs and tugged on his crotch as he once again murmured softly on his lips.

“I need to know what happened between you two” The informant didn’t know if what he was doing would have led Tsuki to talk, but as he saw a blush growing into the man’s face, he pushed even further…

Tsuki jumped and let out a small squeak in fear when Izaya slammed the door shut. Yet another change in this man, Tsuki just didn’t know what to expect from him at this point. 

This was one of the many moments where Tsuki wished he was more like his brothers. When it came to physical strength he was just no good. Even if he had the mental capacity to fight someone back he just had no strength to back it up. 
He felt the presence of the other in between his legs and Tsuki started to think that any hope of escape was lost.

“Aah!” He shouted out in fear “I don’t know…I don’t know…why he wanted…to kill himself…but I stopped him…He got mad at me…,”  

Glad of having the man finally starting to talk, Izaya’s gaze became more intense and never left the man as he kept with his ministrations. He could feel Tsuki’s getting harder as he repeatedly moved his knee against his groin. His voice came out a bit slurred this time.

“I bet you know much more than that Tsuki, don’t you?  his tongue perilously ran over the blonde lips again, licking them.

“Have you done something to bring Roppi to do what he wanted to do? Why did he say you are useless?”

Tsuki started to panic, once again he had lost feeling in his legs and he doubted his ability to run away. His blush from earlier returned tenfold as the other continued to touch him

“What..are you..doing,” Tsuki found his eyes captured in Izaya’s gaze again unable to break it. He didn’t want to say it. He truly had been avoiding talking about it all night. Why does this man have so much power over me? He gulped before feeling his voice drawn out

“He wanted..me to kill him…he said that if I loved him…I would do it for him..I couldn’t…I stopped him from…doing it himself…I am..useless,” 

“You are not useless!” 

Izaya shouted as he grew a tad angry, all of his facial features contorted with wrath, he didn’t know if it was over the fact Tsuki was in love with Roppi, or over the fact that he now knew the reason why the man had been called useless. After all, he just wanted to save his lover’s life, and what the man had got at the end was just a deep jab. Izaya however came to the conclusion that he still didn’t know Roppi’s real nature, he never met the man and he didn’t have any idea about him if not through the few words Tsuki had told him; and in order to get into what it seemed a complicated relationship, he had to work more on Tsuki. Izaya was still glued to the man, and he was still rubbing against the now revealed bulge under Tsuki’s pants. The man’s heavy breath tickled the base of his nose, and for an odd reason his mind started to blur out losing momentarily the ability to ask questions. Was the informant himself actually losing control? He slurred on Tsuki’s ear as he brought one hand over his crotch before stopping the shifted movements of his knee.

“You are hard Tsuki..”

Tsuki was genuinely confused. He wasn’t useless? Someone he cared about asked him to do something and he couldn’t do it. Doesn’t that make him wrong? Izayas face was filled with just anger towards it all Tsuki didn’t know hwhat to think anymore. But Roppi had never returned Tsuki’s feelings and that had always haunted him.

“I…loved him…he didn’t…love me,” A chill ran down his spine when he realized why this situation had gone so far. He was living out his feelings for Roppi through Izaya. 

The moment he realized this he felt Izaya whisper in his ear. His face was painted the color red from how embarrassed the not so incorrect statement made him.

Izaya’ brow crinkled in confusion at hearing the man words. Did he just use the past? Why he felt so relieved at it? Was so important to him the fact Tsuki wasn’t in love with Roppi anymore, although he had been? but even so, why did it matter? He didn’t know, all he knew it was that Tsuki was there in front of him, both of them losing control all over the situation. Izaya gently took Tsuki’s hand and pulled him towards the bed again, and the man let himself be lead by him without any resistance. Once they reached the bed, Izaya with a soft move, pushed Tsuki on it, and straddled over him soon after.

“I want you, Tsuki!” He licked at the base of the man’s exposed neck, savouring his skin, maybe for one time the informant actually wanted to lose control and forget about everything…

Having realized what was really going on Tsuki wasn’t sure what he should do. Would it be smarter to leave? Even knowing this he still allowed the man to lead him towards the bed. He felt himself falling backwards onto the bed and before he could readjust his glasses he felt Izaya climb on top of him. Tsuki’s eyes widened with shock when he heard the informant speak, he gasped when he felt his tongue fun across his neck.

“I…I..,” For the upteenth time this night Tsuki had lost his ability to speak. Was it right of him? to live what he felt for Roppi through Izaya? But Izaya said he wanted to, didn’t that make it ok? 

Izaya didn’t quite understand what Tsuki wanted to say, he just heard him mumble something intelligible, but he decided to ignore him. By now it was too late to look back; the informant himself had lost control over the situation and surely looking at a moaning Tsuki didn’t help to refrain himself. Yet both of them knew what they were doing was utterly wrong and in a way, it was like the just fill for the lack of something. Something that maybe they would never had. Izaya wasted no time on unbuttoning Tsuki’s shirt as he ran his hand towards the man’s tan chest before sucking on one of his perky nipples, curling his tongue around it repeatedly as he passed to do the same with the other one. He heard Tsuki’s frantic voice calling his name as his heart pumped with an unsteady pace, and Izaya seemed to get turned on by it even more.

“What is it Tsuki? You want me to stop?” as he asked so, the thought of ‘who is gonna top’ went through the informant’s mind. Sure enough, Tsuki didn’t give the idea of a top, and Izaya in the few relationships he had, he always had been layed…Was it maybe time to try something new? as this thought lingered on the most remote tabernacles of his brain, another evil thought made its way through him. Could he have made Shizuo suffer in shame if he ever knew he had fucked his lovely brother? Of course Tsuki didn’t deserve this, but why not having a little fun by playing a bit with his lovely humans feelings?

A lopsided grin curled into his lips as the the images of an angry Shizuo ignited deep within him.

“I will make you feel good Tsuki, promise” he said as his tongue dangerously ran all over his abdomen.

Tsuki’s nervous heartbeat only quickened as Izaya unbuttoned his shirt. He gasped in shock when he felt Izaya attack his nipple. When he felt the man move on to the other one Tsuki found his voice being drawn out, without him even realizing it, as he shouted

“I-Izaya!” When the other asked him if he should stop Tsuki could only blush. He couldn’t in a million years tell the other to continue but he couldn’t bring himself to say no either. 

Several thoughts crossed his mind that should of happened before he got himself into this situation. For one, how did a simple kind gesture turn into this? Also, how did Izaya convince Tsuki to open up? Did it have something to do with how similar he looked to Roppi? 
By this point though it was too late. He shuddered when he felt his hands drifting freely across Tsuki’s torso. He couldn’t speak but small moans and whines escaped his lips.

Not receiveing any response from the blonde but just soft moans and his name uttered in a rather low tone, the informant  took those as a hint to proceed undisturbed, regarding Tsuki shyly through his dark lashes before speaking with a lustful tone.

“Your moans are turning me on Tsuki!” and indeed there was a bulge revealed form under his pants which hindered his own erection. Without hesitation the raven got rid of his own shirt, his naked pale torso was now revealed in all of its glory, as he went soon after to unbutton his pants finally freeing his throbbing cock. He looked at Tsuki whose eyes had widened at the sight before him, but  Izaya didn’t give him much time to think as a low hiss escaped his lips almost as a command.

“Suck me Tsuki” as he said so his hand pumped steadily Tsuki’s engorged flesh sending the latter completely out of mind.

I am being so inactive lately here gomen I have to reply to another rp still dhuuu I will soon e.e 

“What do you mean Tsuki? Why Roppi wanted to end his life? What exactly happened between you two?” as he spoke he reached for the glasses which he had removed earlier from the man’s face and softly laid them again on the bridge of his nose and whispered.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to be scared, you can talk to me” he tried to reassure the shaky man.

Izayas words of encouragement were reassuring and Tsuki was sure that he could trust him but he felt like he might have gone too far.

After Tsuki had his glasses firmly back in place he felt a jolt as he came out of his daze and realized what all was happening. 
“I-I am sorry…I probably should go. He started to back away from the man 

As the man backed away, Izaya realized that somehow his tactic had failed. He had just pushed the man away. What was in the first place the reason why Tsuki made him feel so attached to him? Even though the informant denied it in his mind, he well knew why. It was all that monster protozoan’s fault and unfortunately Tsuki reminded of him way too much. He suddenly put himself in the man’s shoes. How would he feel if someone had done the same to him? Forced him to speak out his feelings? It wasn’t an easy task even for a ‘said heartless person like him,’ much less for someone as timid as Tsuki. His questions were still unanswered. Roppi, Tsuki, their relationship, the reason why Roppi looked exactly like him and the reason why Tsuki looked like Shizuo. What was all that about? The informant slowly turned back at the taller figure in front of him going away, this time he had found himself with no other twisted tactics to rely to. All of his masks were long dropped. All he could do was staring at the man’s back as he hurried to open the door. Sure he could have stopped the man by saying it was late by now to go out in the streets, but to what end? Nothing seemed to really work with Tsuki, and so it was with great fatigue that Izaya decided for the first time in years to be honest.

“It’s my fault Tsuki, I am sorry..” he mumbled his words as if tried to get them out from the deep of his heart “..maybe I understand how you feel about Roppi…” there was a brief pause after that in which he saw the man stop and jolt slightly at his words as he continued.

“I-I understand because I do feel exactly like you..” Trying to get a clue of his own words, Izaya saw the man quickly turned towards him with a questioning expression written all over his face. Izaya cursed himself mentally, just what he meant to do? giving away his hidden feelings like this, only for his own curiousity to know more? His eyes squinted till they met Tsuki’s ones for the umpteenth time, adamant.

“I guess I am not that nice person you think I am, I won’t stop you from leaving if you want to, I just…” Izaya couldn’t seem to finish off his sentence as he waited for a sign from the man

Tsuki felt horrible because the man sounded sad. His hand rested on the doorknob as he let the man speak, still keeping his back turned. Something had changed in Izaya’s tone and Tsuki didn’t quite understand how to handle it. He was disappointed in himself. He should have never come here. 

“I’m..Sorry,” He turned the doorknob. 

Suddenly something snapped inside Izaya’s mind, the man was about to leave, were all of his efforts useless? He had been honest and yet he was going away? With a mad rush towards the taller man, he pushed the door violently before Tsuki could fully open it, and trapped the man between him and the door.

“No, I won’t let you leave” even though his voice was barely a whisper it didn’t understate its madness. He didn’t matter the man was taller than him, in that moment Izaya seemed to tower over him highly.

“I lied, I just can’t let you go like this” His knee dangerously found its way through Tsuki’s legs and tugged on his crotch as he once again murmured softly on his lips.

“I need to know what happened between you two” The informant didn’t know if what he was doing would have led Tsuki to talk, but as he saw a blush growing into the man’s face, he pushed even further…

Tsuki jumped and let out a small squeak in fear when Izaya slammed the door shut. Yet another change in this man, Tsuki just didn’t know what to expect from him at this point. 

This was one of the many moments where Tsuki wished he was more like his brothers. When it came to physical strength he was just no good. Even if he had the mental capacity to fight someone back he just had no strength to back it up. 
He felt the presence of the other in between his legs and Tsuki started to think that any hope of escape was lost.

“Aah!” He shouted out in fear “I don’t know…I don’t know…why he wanted…to kill himself…but I stopped him…He got mad at me…,”  

Glad of having the man finally starting to talk, Izaya’s gaze became more intense and never left the man as he kept with his ministrations. He could feel Tsuki’s getting harder as he repeatedly moved his knee against his groin. His voice came out a bit slurred this time.

“I bet you know much more than that Tsuki, don’t you?  his tongue perilously ran over the blonde lips again, licking them.

“Have you done something to bring Roppi to do what he wanted to do? Why did he say you are useless?”

Tsuki started to panic, once again he had lost feeling in his legs and he doubted his ability to run away. His blush from earlier returned tenfold as the other continued to touch him

“What..are you..doing,” Tsuki found his eyes captured in Izaya’s gaze again unable to break it. He didn’t want to say it. He truly had been avoiding talking about it all night. Why does this man have so much power over me? He gulped before feeling his voice drawn out

“He wanted..me to kill him…he said that if I loved him…I would do it for him..I couldn’t…I stopped him from…doing it himself…I am..useless,” 

“You are not useless!” 

Izaya shouted as he grew a tad angry, all of his facial features contorted with wrath, he didn’t know if it was over the fact Tsuki was in love with Roppi, or over the fact that he now knew the reason why the man had been called useless. After all, he just wanted to save his lover’s life, and what the man had got at the end was just a deep jab. Izaya however came to the conclusion that he still didn’t know Roppi’s real nature, he never met the man and he didn’t have any idea about him if not through the few words Tsuki had told him; and in order to get into what it seemed a complicated relationship, he had to work more on Tsuki. Izaya was still glued to the man, and he was still rubbing against the now revealed bulge under Tsuki’s pants. The man’s heavy breath tickled the base of his nose, and for an odd reason his mind started to blur out losing momentarily the ability to ask questions. Was the informant himself actually losing control? He slurred on Tsuki’s ear as he brought one hand over his crotch before stopping the shifted movements of his knee.

“You are hard Tsuki..”

Tsuki was genuinely confused. He wasn’t useless? Someone he cared about asked him to do something and he couldn’t do it. Doesn’t that make him wrong? Izayas face was filled with just anger towards it all Tsuki didn’t know hwhat to think anymore. But Roppi had never returned Tsuki’s feelings and that had always haunted him.

“I…loved him…he didn’t…love me,” A chill ran down his spine when he realized why this situation had gone so far. He was living out his feelings for Roppi through Izaya. 

The moment he realized this he felt Izaya whisper in his ear. His face was painted the color red from how embarrassed the not so incorrect statement made him.

Izaya’ brow crinkled in confusion at hearing the man words. Did he just use the past? Why he felt so relieved at it? Was so important to him the fact Tsuki wasn’t in love with Roppi anymore, although he had been? but even so, why did it matter? He didn’t know, all he knew it was that Tsuki was there in front of him, both of them losing control all over the situation. Izaya gently took Tsuki’s hand and pulled him towards the bed again, and the man let himself be lead by him without any resistance. Once they reached the bed, Izaya with a soft move, pushed Tsuki on it, and straddled over him soon after.

“I want you, Tsuki!” He licked at the base of the man’s exposed neck, savouring his skin, maybe for one time the informant actually wanted to lose control and forget about everything…

Having realized what was really going on Tsuki wasn’t sure what he should do. Would it be smarter to leave? Even knowing this he still allowed the man to lead him towards the bed. He felt himself falling backwards onto the bed and before he could readjust his glasses he felt Izaya climb on top of him. Tsuki’s eyes widened with shock when he heard the informant speak, he gasped when he felt his tongue fun across his neck.

“I…I..,” For the upteenth time this night Tsuki had lost his ability to speak. Was it right of him? to live what he felt for Roppi through Izaya? But Izaya said he wanted to, didn’t that make it ok? 

Izaya didn’t quite understand what Tsuki wanted to say, he just heard him mumble something intelligible, but he decided to ignore him. By now it was too late to look back; the informant himself had lost control over the situation and surely looking at a moaning Tsuki didn’t help to refrain himself. Yet both of them knew what they were doing was utterly wrong and in a way, it was like the just fill for the lack of something. Something that maybe they would never had. Izaya wasted no time on unbuttoning Tsuki’s shirt as he ran his hand towards the man’s tan chest before sucking on one of his perky nipples, curling his tongue around it repeatedly as he passed to do the same with the other one. He heard Tsuki’s frantic voice calling his name as his heart pumped with an unsteady pace, and Izaya seemed to get turned on by it even more.

“What is it Tsuki? You want me to stop?” as he asked so, the thought of ‘who is gonna top’ went through the informant’s mind. Sure enough, Tsuki didn’t give the idea of a top, and Izaya in the few relationships he had, he always had been layed…Was it maybe time to try something new? as this thought lingered on the most remote tabernacles of his brain, another evil thought made its way through him. Could he have made Shizuo suffer in shame if he ever knew he had fucked his lovely brother? Of course Tsuki didn’t deserve this, but why not having a little fun by playing a bit with his lovely humans feelings?

A lopsided grin curled into his lips as the the images of an angry Shizuo ignited deep within him.

“I will make you feel good Tsuki, promise” he said as his tongue dangerously ran all over his abdomen.