Fanfic.
Fanfiction snipet in response to a roleplay log fragment. Hajime/Izaya. Incomplete and in the works.
Hajime takes a seats next to Izaya in a manner he seems to think is discreet. The tension of their conversation from last night lingers. It bothered Hajime more than he would like to admit. Even his team commented on how their captain seemed distracted during practice. That Izaya concerned him enough to interfere with his life, Hajime wouldn't forgive that. Nonetheless, it had to be addressed so this issue would no longer persist. Still looking elsewhere, he places a hand on the other's knee obviously, dropping his act.
"My behavior last night was unacceptable," he says dryly after a deep breath. His gaze wanders to where his hand is, his lips thinning and his eyes narrowing with regret. The wordless tension between them lingers until he reaches out for Izaya's chin and tilts it toward him. His thumb strums along his cheek without hesitation.
"I will definitely make you happier than that man."
He then kisses Izaya. Slowly. Sweetly. Confidently. Hajime breathes into his lover, only enjoying the feel of their soft lips parting over each other. When he pulls away, he rests his bangs against Izaya's. His gaze is remains deep and unwavering.
Inside, Hajime was insecure. Izaya would never love him. Only that man could warrant Izaya's full emotions, all of his hate and love. But it was the first time Hajime was at a disadvantage. And maybe next time he defeated Masamune, he'd have the confidence to tell Izaya that he loved him. For now he seizes Izaya's lips again and breathes against him.
"You're mine."
[LA LA LA Hajime kisses Izaya down his body until he has his pants pulled down and his face wedged between his thighs.]
"So your great idea is to make up with a blowjob?" Izaya rolls his eyes, only shifting his legs apart for Hajime to access his groin more easily. It wasn't everyday that Hajime was the one to offer oral.
"I'm not making up for anything."
Hajime kisses the tip. He takes the head in with his mouth, easily gliding up and down before releasing it with a pop. "I accept the consequence of my actions."
His eyes move away from the erection ghosting against his lips and looks up. Izaya doesn't like that look in his eye. As if he's genuine. "That's why I'll express my feelings for you."
Izaya winces. He digs his hand into Hajime's hair and shoves him down on his penis. Once Hajime's mouth is occupied once more, a small blush covers his cheek.
"...You're so stupid, Haji-chan."