"Intimacy with the Enemy"

Izaya's eyes locked onto Shizuo's, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "Shizu-chan, sit in my lap," he said, his voice low and husky, as he reached out to grab Shizuo's waist. Shizuo's face twisted in anger, but before he could react, Izaya pulled him down onto his lap. The larger man's weight caused Izaya to sink into the couch, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Shizuo's waist, holding him in place. "Ah, this is much better," Izaya purred, his breath tickling Shizuo's ear. "Now, let's get to work on that wound of mine." Shizuo growled, his body tense as he tried to squirm away from Izaya's grasp. But Izaya held tight, his fingers digging into Shizuo's waist. "Relax, Shizu-chan," Izaya cooed. "I need your help to clean and dress this wound. You're not going to get out of this that easily." As Shizuo began to work on Izaya's wound, his massive hands gentle as he cleaned and dressed it, Izaya couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He loved pushing Shizuo's buttons, making him angry and flustered. But as Shizuo's hands touched Izaya's skin, something unexpected happened. Izaya felt a surge of arousal, and his body responded in kind. His boner pressed against Shizuo's thigh, hidden beneath his skirt. Shizuo's eyes widened in shock as he felt the hardness beneath Izaya's clothing. His face paled, and he glared at Izaya, his anger and embarrassment warring for dominance. "I hate you, damn flea," Shizuo growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're disgusting." Izaya chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Shizu-chan, you're so predictable. I knew you'd react this way." Shizuo's face reddened, and he tried to stand up, but Izaya held him tight. "Let me go, flea!" Shizuo snarled, his fists clenched at his sides. Izaya's grip only tightened. "No, no, Shizu-chan. You're not going anywhere until we're done here. Besides, I think you're enjoying this as much as I am." Shizuo's eyes flashed with anger, but Izaya could see the faintest glimmer of uncertainty there, too. He knew Shizuo was attracted to him, despite his protests to the contrary. "You're wrong, flea," Shizuo spat, his voice venomous. "I don't want anything to do with you." Izaya laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, really? Then why are you still sitting on my lap, Shizu-chan?" Shizuo's face twisted in a snarl, but he didn't move. Izaya could feel his heart pounding beneath his chest, and he knew he had Shizuo right where he wanted him.