Kill you, Kiss me
Featuring: Shizuo, Izaya
Written by: Vecker and Gokusangel20
Word Count: 358
Bouncing on his way, Izaya was suddenly caught off guard when a trash can slammed into him from behind. Knocked over, the information trader turned his head to see the infamous bartender towering over him with a smirk on his face.
Izaya smiled, “Oh Shizu-chan, I was wondering when you would show up today.”
“Shut up!” Shizuo snapped.
He reached down to grab Izaya but the information trader was not going to be taken so easily. Summersaulting backwards, he evaded the bartender’s grasp as he rolled away from him. Jumping to his feet, Izaya let out a playful laugh as he began dodging the insistent reach of the bartender.
“C’mere jerk!” Shizuo snapped, becoming more and more furious with each evasive maneuver by his victim.
“Jerk?” Izaya smiled. Taunting he pointed, shaking his finger towards Shizuo in a scolding manner, “Is that any way to get your flea’s attention?”
In Izaya’s pause, Shizuo reached out, finally grabbing the information trader by his coat. Caught, Izaya suddenly felt the bartender’s hands around his neck, choking him in a strangling motion.
“Asshole!” Shizuo yelled, tightening his grip around Izaya’s neck, “Die!”
“Bastard!” Izaya coughed out through his strangulation. Pulling his knife from his pocket, he jabbed it into Shizuo’s shoulder. “Let me go!”
“No!” Shizuo snapped. Feeling the pain in his shoulder his grip loosened slightly. “I’m going to kill you!”
As the bartender’s grip relaxed Izaya leaned up, crushing his lips against him in a deep kiss. The knife still embedded in his shoulder, Shizuo’s hands went from choking to now cupping Izaya’s face tenderly as he returned his passionate kiss.
Slowly removing the knife from Shizuo’s shoulder, the information trader broke the kiss, his lips brushing against the bartender as he spoke quietly, “We better get home if we plan on doing any more of that.” He smiled, his voice remaining soft and subtle, “I wouldn’t want the whole town seeing us having alone time.”
Feeling the knife removed, the information trader’s words echoed through the bartender’s mind. Releasing his hold on Izaya, Shizuo narrowed his eyes. His voice was breathy, intense as he growled, “Start running fucker.”
