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“He's a really violent criminal, he's been fighting with the colour gangs for quite some time, and he's also been responsible for a lot of the public damage caused these past few weeks..” spoke out your superior as he ruffled through the files present on his desk. The both of you stood directly outside the interrogation room, and you eyed the man present within it, rather sceptically. You found it hard to believe that a man with such a lean body could hold enough strength to destroy half of Ikebukoro's gangs, and cause so much vandalism.

“Has he showed any signs of resistance?” you asked calmly, walking towards the one way glass to inspect the culprit more closely. Your superior, Daniel, shook his head, raising an eyebrow in question, “That's what surprised us the most, he attempted to fight back at first, throwing quite a few of our officers in the hospital, but he more or less cooperated with us on the way to the station....” he stood beside you, adjusting his glasses, “Also I doubt those handcuffs have the ability to control him, yet he's waiting there rather patiently.”

You shifted your gaze away from the room towards the suspect folder placed on the table beside you. “Shizuo Heiwajima...24..” you mumbled to yourself, quietly reading through the suspect's bio data and offence counts- of which they were numerous. “Did you pick him up from his workplace?” you asked, and once again Daniel shook his head, chuckling a little, “I understand why you'd think that, one of the reasons it was easy enough to find him was because of his uniform. We were told to look out for 'a tall blonde man in a bartender uniform and sunglasses'.”

“I'm guessing our reliable informant gave you this description?,” you closed the folder on Shizuo and glanced at your watch.

Daniel, a bit surprised, spoke out, “Yes, actually we received most of our information from the source. However they wished to remain anonymous, I wasn't aware word of our source had gotten down to the officers.” You smirked slightly, tucking your (h/c) hair behind your ears, “Did you forget I was the one who the informant provided the information to in the first place?”

“I-I wasn't aware that was you, Officer (l/n), I just assumed it would have been the inspector in charge of the investigation.”

“I don't blame you for making that assumption, however,” you pulled out your gun from its holster, reloading it, “while the case might be under someone else's jurisdiction, Shizuo Heiwajima...” you cocked the gun, the loud clink of metal breaking the silence within the confined office, “...is mine.”

Daniel felt a shiver run down his spine at the look of determination within your (e/c) eyes, and spoke out, “I am well aware of your successful interrogation record, however kindly do not resort to violence, Officer.” “Of course, I'm merely taking precautions, this is a dangerous man after all,” you threw him one of your charming smiles and grabbed your cell phone in your other hand, heading towards the interrogation room door. You typed in a code swiftly into the keypad on the door, and a soft hiss filled your ears as the door shifted open.

You turned back slightly to Daniel, “I work best when uninterrupted, so kindly ensure that no officer is allowed within this area of the station, you included.”

Daniel flared up at the order, “I'm afraid that is against protocol Officer, we cannot..” You shot him a dark glare, clenching your fist as you kicked the door open, startling Daniel as well as a certain blonde within.
“You may be my superior, but don't let your ego cloud the fact that I have connections with the Commander.”
Daniel gulped angrily, finally nodding, his eyes bereft with fear and he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Satisfied that you were alone, you walked into the interrogation room, shutting the door behind you. Shizuo sat in a metal chair within the room, his arms hand-cuffed behind, a steel desk directly in front of him. You walked across the room, your heels sharply clicking against the tiled floor. You placed your gun and cell phone flat on the table, and leaned against it, allowing your eyes to sink into Shizuo's form. His blonde hair was messy, probably from being pushed around by the officers who brought him here, and his bangs fell into his deep hazel eyes.

“You certainly like to make a scene..” Shizuo commented, referring to the earlier events of you slamming the door open and threatening Daniel. You leaned your head to your right, your (h/c) hair falling over your shoulder, and met his sharp gaze. “I could say the same about you, Mr. Heiwajima.” You tapped on your phone screen, activating the voice recording of your interrogation, “You've been causing quite a ruckus within the streets of Ikebukoro.” You tapped your fingers on the desk, breaking Shizuo's gaze. You had to admit he was a pretty attractive man, and the way his strange bartender uniform hugged his lean figure confirmed your suspicions about how fit he might be underneath it. “You've been flagged as a public nuisance because of all the infighting and civilian causalities caused due to your little games with the colour gangs...”

“What do you want from me, Officer,” Shizuo spat out angrily, his wrists fighting against the handcuffs, though you both knew he wasn’t really trying, “I already told all you idiots that I WAS FRAMED BY THAT GODDAMN FLEA!”

“Hmm... that is true..” you mused, as you sat down on the desk, filling up his vision. Surprised at your calm reply, Shizuo stopped struggling against his bonds. “Wait.. you... believe me?” Shizuo asked, his gruff voice filled with suspicion. He couldn't pull his eyes away from your face, searching for answers.. he couldn't put his fingers on it.. but it was something about you... he found himself not trusting you one bit.

You pulled out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket and noticed how Shizuo's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of it. “You're quite the avid smoker, aren't you Mr. Heiwajima?” you asked, teasingly removing a cigarette out of the confines of the box, twirling it within your slender fingers. You shifted your gaze to his uncomfortable one. He was leaning forward as much as the chair permitted him to, his fingers almost twitching with unease. “Would you like one?” you asked softly, staring up at the white-washed walls of the room. You pulled a strand of your hair forward, examining the split-ends casually, as your other hand continued to twirl the cigarette playfully.

There was silence within the room for about 2 minutes.

“Tsk.” Shizuo spoke out gruffly, and you found his masculine growl quite appealing to your ears, as he spoke again, “Are you really a police officer? What do you want?”

You smiled, and shifted your position on the desk so that you were seated directly in front of him, the gun and phone beside you. You placed the cigarette the wrong way in your mouth, shifting it to the side and spoke, “What a mean thing to say, I've been working in this department for 2 years, you know.” You crossed your legs, dragging Shizuo's attention, and the pupils in his eyes widened as you leant forward towards him, your face only inches away. Holding his hazel gaze, you dangled the cigarette between your lips, in front of his mouth, raising your eyebrows in question. Shizuo grunted, a slight flush across his face as he leant forward and bit onto the cigarette pulling it out of your mouth. “As for what I want...” you pulled out a lighter from your pocket and lit the cigarette, not once breaking his sharp gaze. You shifted your face to the side of his head, your cold breath tickling his ears, as you whispered in order to not be heard by the recording device, “..it's the same thing you want.. to set you free, Shizu-chan~~.”

Shizuo's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth in shock as you pulled away from him. Suddenly, his eyes regained their sharpness and a look of utter outrage filled his features as he yelled, his voice reverberating against the walls of the confined room, “I KNEW IT, I THOUGHT I SMELT IT ON YOU, YOU'RE WORKING WITH THAT GODDAMN FLEA AREN'T YOU?!!”

You giggled, standing up from the desk, looking down into his accusing glare. “If by flea, you are referring to the informant Izaya Orihara, then yes, I do indeed have connections with him.” You placed a hand on your hip, while Shizuo shook in his chair in almost animalistic rage.

“Who the fuck are you, his girlfriend or something...???!!”

You raised your eyebrows, and burst into laughter, breaking through Shizuo's rage to replace it with more shock. “Oh, I'm sorry that's hilarious... no, I'm not, but you really don't like Izaya huh?”

“What's Izaya's accomplice doing in the police force, interrogating me?” Shizuo demanded, “Do you want to throw me in jail, or kill me like that flea wants to?”

“You really are funny, Shizu-chan..” you place your hands on both sides of his chair, trapping him in your arms as you lean forward again, this time speaking quietly, “Did you not hear me? I'm here to clear you of your offences and set you free..”

“And why on earth...” Shizuo started, biting into his cigarette impatiently. You interrupted him, hooking your finger under his defined jaw and tilting it upwards, causing you both to see eye-to-eye. “Izaya loves to play games, Shizuo.. you should have realised this by now. He has big plans and he can't have the strongest man in Ikebukoro locked up when the war goes down. However, he does loathe you, and so I am entitled with the task of sending the message that..”

You lower Shizuo's head, and seat yourself on his lap, straddling his hips, “Ikebukoro runs under Izaya. If he wanted to.. he could easily lock you up for a lifetime...or worse, have you killed..” you let go of Shizuo's jaw and slowly trail your fingers down his neck, hooking into his bow-tie. You tug at the bow-tie, pulling it off and admire the strong collarbones Shizuo's loosened shirt reveals to you. Shizuo watches mesmerized, as you place the bow-tie on the table, over the phone.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he asked, his face flushed as you wrap your hands around his neck and lean closer. His body stiff in shock, he was utterly confused by your actions. “Tell the flea I don't need his help, ah-a-and...” Shizuo's voice faltered as you moved towards his ear, blowing slowly into it. Shizuo drops his cigarette, mentally slapping himself for stuttering. You absent-mindedly flick cigarette ash from your thigh and shift back to his gaze, smirking slightly.

“Don't touch me, I don't want anything to do with scum who associate with Izaya.” Shizuo spoke out harshly, a stern expression on his face, but he couldn't seem to calm the loudly thrumming heart within his chest, as your right hand continued to move downwards, over the ridges on his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his black pants.

“Shizu-chan you're really an impulsive person aren't you? You just say whatever comes into your head.. regardless of consequences.. though I suppose that's part of your charm.” you smile at him.
“While I am working under Izaya's orders, he's also my rival, you know. I've had my eyes on you for quite some time, so I intended to let you go regardless of whether Izaya wanted me to or not.”

“Rival?” Shizuo's hazel eyes appraised yours, still suspicious but his body loosened its stiff posture.
“That's right, Shizu-chan.. does that make it easier for you to accept me, now~?” you spoke calmly, bringing your mouth closer to his. You tighten your grip around his shoulders and gently pull into his lips, kissing him. Your tongue lightly traces the edge of his lower lip, looking for a weakness it could exploit in order to enter his mouth, but he didn't allow for any. You pulled away, sighing in disappointment, “You're no fun, Shizu-chan...”

“My name is Shizuo Heiwajima...” Shizuo grumbled, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, so that you couldn't see the bright flash of red now across his face. “You know.. I could sue you for sexual harassment..” he growled, shaking the hair off his face and glaring at you, the tips of his ears still red.

Your (e/c) eyes widened and you burst into laughter, wiping off tears from your eyes when you were done, “You really are hilarious...” You bend back into him, and lick the shell of his ear- A visible shudder runs down Shizuo's spine- murmuring into it, “I know you have the strength to break those handcuffs and maybe even that steel-reinforced interrogation door, yet you haven't now, have you?”

“Why are you doing this..?” Shizuo yells, his body shaking as he attempts to control the anger and confusion within him. “Didn't I already tell you? I've had my eye on you for quite some time now..” you speak out seductively, pulling away from him.

“Dammit, I give up!!” Shizuo roars suddenly, pulling his arms violently free of the handcuffs, the loud crash of metal filling the room. He bucks off his chair, pushing you off his lap and onto the table. The metal chair crashes loudly backwards onto the floor, and Shizuo launches his body into yours, pinning you in place on the table, which shakes with the force of his momentum. You pull your arm out from under him, reaching for the gun on the table. He grabs your hand, holding your wrist in a vice-like grip. The phone clatters off the table, landing on the floor, somehow still recording.

“How about you give Izaya a message from me?” Shizuo said, his deep voice rumbling through the room, and he smashes his lips into yours, his tongue easily entering your mouth. You groan into his mouth as his hand grabs your waist, pulling it closer to him. You free your other arm and wrap it in Shizuo's blonde hair, tugging at the roots as he roughly explores every inch of your mouth. You finally manage to pull Shizuo's face off of yours, breaking away as you breathe heavily, your shoulders shaking with the intensity, a string of saliva still connecting you both. You rub your mouth, breaking the string, and smirk slightly, still shaking. You hold his deep hazel gaze and ask, “Is that the message you want me to deliver, Shizuo?”

Shizuo grinned, deeply and uncontrollably, and you could see the true power he had been holding back within his eyes. His voice gruff, he replied, “Oh no, Officer, you're not getting off that easy.. there's...” he hooks his foot around your ankle and in one swift movement pushes your ankle off the ground, catching you as you stumble into him. Kicking your thighs apart with his knees, he leans threateningly over you on the table, “.. so much more I have to say..”

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“So, Shizu-chan is back on the streets again, I'm sorry for doubting the extent of your influence, (f/n)-chan..” Izaya's low voice drawls on the other end of the table. You watch as Izaya pushes the elephant piece on his weird chessboard one step forward. The recording of your interrogation was playing in the background, and Izaya runs a hand through his raven hair, an expression of glee on his face, “It seems Shizuo is finally under my control... the interrogation went just as I thought it would, no longer can he be an unpredictable little...”

Izaya's words catch in his throat as he hears a loud crash from the recording, followed by soft moans. You blush slightly, but only briefly, as the loud sounds of groans and 'OH Shizuo..' start to play in the background. Izaya turns to face you, his red eyes wide with shock and annoyance, which you simply meet with a casual shrug.

“You did not..” Izaya growled slowly, as you picked up the elephant piece from Izaya's chessboard. Grinning widely, you twirl the elephant piece within your fingers, “Sorry, Izaya, but Shizuo's mine to play with...”

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“He's a really violent criminal, he's been fighting with the colour gangs for quite some time, and he's also been responsible for a lot of the public damage caused these past few weeks..” spoke out your superior as he ruffled through the files present on his desk. The both of you stood directly outside the interrogation room, and you eyed the man present within it, rather sceptically. You found it hard to believe that a man with such a lean body could hold enough strength to destroy half of Ikebukoro's gangs, and cause so much vandalism.

“Has he showed any signs of resistance?” you asked calmly, walking towards the one way glass to inspect the culprit more closely. Your superior, Daniel, shook his head, raising an eyebrow in question, “That's what surprised us the most, he attempted to fight back at first, throwing quite a few of our officers in the hospital, but he more or less cooperated with us on the way to the station....” he stood beside you, adjusting his glasses, “Also I doubt those handcuffs have the ability to control him, yet he's waiting there rather patiently.”

You shifted your gaze away from the room towards the suspect folder placed on the table beside you. “Shizuo Heiwajima...24..” you mumbled to yourself, quietly reading through the suspect's bio data and offence counts- of which they were numerous. “Did you pick him up from his workplace?” you asked, and once again Daniel shook his head, chuckling a little, “I understand why you'd think that, one of the reasons it was easy enough to find him was because of his uniform. We were told to look out for 'a tall blonde man in a bartender uniform and sunglasses'.”

“I'm guessing our reliable informant gave you this description?,” you closed the folder on Shizuo and glanced at your watch.

Daniel, a bit surprised, spoke out, “Yes, actually we received most of our information from the source. However they wished to remain anonymous, I wasn't aware word of our source had gotten down to the officers.” You smirked slightly, tucking your (h/c) hair behind your ears, “Did you forget I was the one who the informant provided the information to in the first place?”

“I-I wasn't aware that was you, Officer (l/n), I just assumed it would have been the inspector in charge of the investigation.”

“I don't blame you for making that assumption, however,” you pulled out your gun from its holster, reloading it, “while the case might be under someone else's jurisdiction, Shizuo Heiwajima...” you cocked the gun, the loud clink of metal breaking the silence within the confined office, “...is mine.”

Daniel felt a shiver run down his spine at the look of determination within your (e/c) eyes, and spoke out, “I am well aware of your successful interrogation record, however kindly do not resort to violence, Officer.” “Of course, I'm merely taking precautions, this is a dangerous man after all,” you threw him one of your charming smiles and grabbed your cell phone in your other hand, heading towards the interrogation room door. You typed in a code swiftly into the keypad on the door, and a soft hiss filled your ears as the door shifted open.

You turned back slightly to Daniel, “I work best when uninterrupted, so kindly ensure that no officer is allowed within this area of the station, you included.”

Daniel flared up at the order, “I'm afraid that is against protocol Officer, we cannot..” You shot him a dark glare, clenching your fist as you kicked the door open, startling Daniel as well as a certain blonde within.
“You may be my superior, but don't let your ego cloud the fact that I have connections with the Commander.”
Daniel gulped angrily, finally nodding, his eyes bereft with fear and he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Satisfied that you were alone, you walked into the interrogation room, shutting the door behind you. Shizuo sat in a metal chair within the room, his arms hand-cuffed behind, a steel desk directly in front of him. You walked across the room, your heels sharply clicking against the tiled floor. You placed your gun and cell phone flat on the table, and leaned against it, allowing your eyes to sink into Shizuo's form. His blonde hair was messy, probably from being pushed around by the officers who brought him here, and his bangs fell into his deep hazel eyes.

“You certainly like to make a scene..” Shizuo commented, referring to the earlier events of you slamming the door open and threatening Daniel. You leaned your head to your right, your (h/c) hair falling over your shoulder, and met his sharp gaze. “I could say the same about you, Mr. Heiwajima.” You tapped on your phone screen, activating the voice recording of your interrogation, “You've been causing quite a ruckus within the streets of Ikebukoro.” You tapped your fingers on the desk, breaking Shizuo's gaze. You had to admit he was a pretty attractive man, and the way his strange bartender uniform hugged his lean figure confirmed your suspicions about how fit he might be underneath it. “You've been flagged as a public nuisance because of all the infighting and civilian causalities caused due to your little games with the colour gangs...”

“What do you want from me, Officer,” Shizuo spat out angrily, his wrists fighting against the handcuffs, though you both knew he wasn’t really trying, “I already told all you idiots that I WAS FRAMED BY THAT GODDAMN FLEA!”

“Hmm... that is true..” you mused, as you sat down on the desk, filling up his vision. Surprised at your calm reply, Shizuo stopped struggling against his bonds. “Wait.. you... believe me?” Shizuo asked, his gruff voice filled with suspicion. He couldn't pull his eyes away from your face, searching for answers.. he couldn't put his fingers on it.. but it was something about you... he found himself not trusting you one bit.

You pulled out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket and noticed how Shizuo's eyes immediately lit up at the sight of it. “You're quite the avid smoker, aren't you Mr. Heiwajima?” you asked, teasingly removing a cigarette out of the confines of the box, twirling it within your slender fingers. You shifted your gaze to his uncomfortable one. He was leaning forward as much as the chair permitted him to, his fingers almost twitching with unease. “Would you like one?” you asked softly, staring up at the white-washed walls of the room. You pulled a strand of your hair forward, examining the split-ends casually, as your other hand continued to twirl the cigarette playfully.

There was silence within the room for about 2 minutes.

“Tsk.” Shizuo spoke out gruffly, and you found his masculine growl quite appealing to your ears, as he spoke again, “Are you really a police officer? What do you want?”

You smiled, and shifted your position on the desk so that you were seated directly in front of him, the gun and phone beside you. You placed the cigarette the wrong way in your mouth, shifting it to the side and spoke, “What a mean thing to say, I've been working in this department for 2 years, you know.” You crossed your legs, dragging Shizuo's attention, and the pupils in his eyes widened as you leant forward towards him, your face only inches away. Holding his hazel gaze, you dangled the cigarette between your lips, in front of his mouth, raising your eyebrows in question. Shizuo grunted, a slight flush across his face as he leant forward and bit onto the cigarette pulling it out of your mouth. “As for what I want...” you pulled out a lighter from your pocket and lit the cigarette, not once breaking his sharp gaze. You shifted your face to the side of his head, your cold breath tickling his ears, as you whispered in order to not be heard by the recording device, “..it's the same thing you want.. to set you free, Shizu-chan~~.”

Shizuo's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth in shock as you pulled away from him. Suddenly, his eyes regained their sharpness and a look of utter outrage filled his features as he yelled, his voice reverberating against the walls of the confined room, “I KNEW IT, I THOUGHT I SMELT IT ON YOU, YOU'RE WORKING WITH THAT GODDAMN FLEA AREN'T YOU?!!”

You giggled, standing up from the desk, looking down into his accusing glare. “If by flea, you are referring to the informant Izaya Orihara, then yes, I do indeed have connections with him.” You placed a hand on your hip, while Shizuo shook in his chair in almost animalistic rage.

“Who the fuck are you, his girlfriend or something...???!!”

You raised your eyebrows, and burst into laughter, breaking through Shizuo's rage to replace it with more shock. “Oh, I'm sorry that's hilarious... no, I'm not, but you really don't like Izaya huh?”

“What's Izaya's accomplice doing in the police force, interrogating me?” Shizuo demanded, “Do you want to throw me in jail, or kill me like that flea wants to?”

“You really are funny, Shizu-chan..” you place your hands on both sides of his chair, trapping him in your arms as you lean forward again, this time speaking quietly, “Did you not hear me? I'm here to clear you of your offences and set you free..”

“And why on earth...” Shizuo started, biting into his cigarette impatiently. You interrupted him, hooking your finger under his defined jaw and tilting it upwards, causing you both to see eye-to-eye. “Izaya loves to play games, Shizuo.. you should have realised this by now. He has big plans and he can't have the strongest man in Ikebukoro locked up when the war goes down. However, he does loathe you, and so I am entitled with the task of sending the message that..”

You lower Shizuo's head, and seat yourself on his lap, straddling his hips, “Ikebukoro runs under Izaya. If he wanted to.. he could easily lock you up for a lifetime...or worse, have you killed..” you let go of Shizuo's jaw and slowly trail your fingers down his neck, hooking into his bow-tie. You tug at the bow-tie, pulling it off and admire the strong collarbones Shizuo's loosened shirt reveals to you. Shizuo watches mesmerized, as you place the bow-tie on the table, over the phone.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he asked, his face flushed as you wrap your hands around his neck and lean closer. His body stiff in shock, he was utterly confused by your actions. “Tell the flea I don't need his help, ah-a-and...” Shizuo's voice faltered as you moved towards his ear, blowing slowly into it. Shizuo drops his cigarette, mentally slapping himself for stuttering. You absent-mindedly flick cigarette ash from your thigh and shift back to his gaze, smirking slightly.

“Don't touch me, I don't want anything to do with scum who associate with Izaya.” Shizuo spoke out harshly, a stern expression on his face, but he couldn't seem to calm the loudly thrumming heart within his chest, as your right hand continued to move downwards, over the ridges on his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his black pants.

“Shizu-chan you're really an impulsive person aren't you? You just say whatever comes into your head.. regardless of consequences.. though I suppose that's part of your charm.” you smile at him.
“While I am working under Izaya's orders, he's also my rival, you know. I've had my eyes on you for quite some time, so I intended to let you go regardless of whether Izaya wanted me to or not.”

“Rival?” Shizuo's hazel eyes appraised yours, still suspicious but his body loosened its stiff posture.
“That's right, Shizu-chan.. does that make it easier for you to accept me, now~?” you spoke calmly, bringing your mouth closer to his. You tighten your grip around his shoulders and gently pull into his lips, kissing him. Your tongue lightly traces the edge of his lower lip, looking for a weakness it could exploit in order to enter his mouth, but he didn't allow for any. You pulled away, sighing in disappointment, “You're no fun, Shizu-chan...”

“My name is Shizuo Heiwajima...” Shizuo grumbled, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, so that you couldn't see the bright flash of red now across his face. “You know.. I could sue you for sexual harassment..” he growled, shaking the hair off his face and glaring at you, the tips of his ears still red.

Your (e/c) eyes widened and you burst into laughter, wiping off tears from your eyes when you were done, “You really are hilarious...” You bend back into him, and lick the shell of his ear- A visible shudder runs down Shizuo's spine- murmuring into it, “I know you have the strength to break those handcuffs and maybe even that steel-reinforced interrogation door, yet you haven't now, have you?”

“Why are you doing this..?” Shizuo yells, his body shaking as he attempts to control the anger and confusion within him. “Didn't I already tell you? I've had my eye on you for quite some time now..” you speak out seductively, pulling away from him.

“Dammit, I give up!!” Shizuo roars suddenly, pulling his arms violently free of the handcuffs, the loud crash of metal filling the room. He bucks off his chair, pushing you off his lap and onto the table. The metal chair crashes loudly backwards onto the floor, and Shizuo launches his body into yours, pinning you in place on the table, which shakes with the force of his momentum. You pull your arm out from under him, reaching for the gun on the table. He grabs your hand, holding your wrist in a vice-like grip. The phone clatters off the table, landing on the floor, somehow still recording.

“How about you give Izaya a message from me?” Shizuo said, his deep voice rumbling through the room, and he smashes his lips into yours, his tongue easily entering your mouth. You groan into his mouth as his hand grabs your waist, pulling it closer to him. You free your other arm and wrap it in Shizuo's blonde hair, tugging at the roots as he roughly explores every inch of your mouth. You finally manage to pull Shizuo's face off of yours, breaking away as you breathe heavily, your shoulders shaking with the intensity, a string of saliva still connecting you both. You rub your mouth, breaking the string, and smirk slightly, still shaking. You hold his deep hazel gaze and ask, “Is that the message you want me to deliver, Shizuo?”

Shizuo grinned, deeply and uncontrollably, and you could see the true power he had been holding back within his eyes. His voice gruff, he replied, “Oh no, Officer, you're not getting off that easy.. there's...” he hooks his foot around your ankle and in one swift movement pushes your ankle off the ground, catching you as you stumble into him. Kicking your thighs apart with his knees, he leans threateningly over you on the table, “.. so much more I have to say..”

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“So, Shizu-chan is back on the streets again, I'm sorry for doubting the extent of your influence, (f/n)-chan..” Izaya's low voice drawls on the other end of the table. You watch as Izaya pushes the elephant piece on his weird chessboard one step forward. The recording of your interrogation was playing in the background, and Izaya runs a hand through his raven hair, an expression of glee on his face, “It seems Shizuo is finally under my control... the interrogation went just as I thought it would, no longer can he be an unpredictable little...”

Izaya's words catch in his throat as he hears a loud crash from the recording, followed by soft moans. You blush slightly, but only briefly, as the loud sounds of groans and 'OH Shizuo..' start to play in the background. Izaya turns to face you, his red eyes wide with shock and annoyance, which you simply meet with a casual shrug.

“You did not..” Izaya growled slowly, as you picked up the elephant piece from Izaya's chessboard. Grinning widely, you twirl the elephant piece within your fingers, “Sorry, Izaya, but Shizuo's mine to play with...”