#shizuo

Spookyrarara day 3 - Pumpkin.

Shizuo x Izaya

A/N:Thank you @dirtpie39​ for the request☕!art insp. as was requested. For further inspiration I checked Izaya’s trivia section on his wiki page and wah I didn’t know he is canonicallyticklish? Omg!

Summary:Just a typical Sunday morning in the domestic life of Shizuo and Izaya. Of course ‘typical’ means wild and chaotic as always. (Also on Ao3)

Word Count: 2125

“Hey Shizu-chan. Are we out of fatty tuna?”

“……….” 

“:).” 

“Flea.” 

“Yes?”

“I’m on the toilet. You’re seriously asking now?” 

Izaya looked at Shizuo who, indeed, sat on the toilet. Comfortably, he must say. Newspaper in his hands, pants down at his feet, and though not the case right now, the man might as well have lit up a cigarette while he was at it. He looked that comfortable.

“I am seriously asking,” Izaya confirmed, smirking at the person he generally disliked but happened to spend almost 80% of his time with anyway. 

He enjoyed to see Shizuo grip the newspaper so tightly in frustration, his teeth clenched together as he made a low grumbling noise that sounded like it came from deep within. “Get out of here while I ask nicely,” he grunted, not sounding nice at all. 

Izaya smirked even more and crossed his arms. “Or else?” He casually leaned against the door - which hadn’t even been locked to begin with so this was all on Shizuo himself.

“Can’t do much while you’re pooping,” he added, ignoring the observation he was making as he sniffed the air in the bathroom that kind of told him Shizuo wasn’t really pooping but just chilling peacefully - a moment he loved to disturb. 

“Oh you bet I can,” Shizuo said, lowering the paper on top of his legs and glaring at Izaya.

“You’re gonna get your ass out of here right now, or you will regret it. Last. Chance.” 

Ohoooo. Izaya did enjoy being threatened by Shizuo on the loo. He grinned and stuck his chin in the air.

“Yeah?” he said, provoking him even more by wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah. You’re outta here in 3… 2… 1….” Shizuo squinted his eyes. 

“Still here~” Izaya said, casually playing with his clothes and not minding at all that Shizuo tried to boss him around. 

“Zero,” the frustrated blond said, still with clenched teeth. Izaya looked at him, completely unimpressed.

“Nothing’s happening. Well, since you’re such a bore. I’ll leave you and your shit~” Izaya finally said, turning away and walking out again. However, the moment he had his back turned towards Shizuo he heard the terrifying sound of the toilet flushing. Oh.

The sound had never sounded so thrilling before, and before he realized it, he found himself sprinting through their apartment, seeking refuge in the kitchen which was furthest away from the bathroom. 

“Heeheehee!” he giggled, but then he heard the sounds of Shizuo casually washing his hands while humming a melody. Ooh. Izaya felt disappointed that Shizuo wasn’t provoked enough for a chase and a fight, and he leaned against the kitchen counter while waiting for Shizuo to show up.

When he finally did, Izaya spoke: “So, now that you finished your shitty business. Care to tell me what happened to– HAAA!” Aaaaai. Never underestimate… a beast. 

One moment, Shizuo was walking towards him from the bathroom, calmly drying his hands by rubbing them against his clothes. The next moment he suddenly dashed. 

While yelling out loud, Izaya turned around and out of pure instinct he reached for any knife he could grab - which ended up being a lousy butter knife with some leftover sticky marmelade on it.

“Eh..” He sheepishly held up the knife and accepted his upcoming defeat already as Shizuo came at him with incredible and terrifying speed. Oh here goes. Shizuo’s tackle made the impact he thought it would as he was shoved forcefully against the counter, with Shizuo’s knee positioned between his legs but not in a lewd way. Still, he did try to grind agaist him, smirking wickedly as he huffed a little.

“What’s wrong? I did leave you didn’t I? You finished your thing,” Izaya said, smirking at the beastly man despite his situation.

“I warned you to get out in three seconds.” Shizuo brought his hands to Izaya’s sides, instantly sliding them underneath the fabric and tracing his cold - still partially damp and freshly washed fingers along his bare skin. 

“Which you didn’t,” he finished before he dug in finally. Izaya let out a shrieky cackle and he bucked against Shizuo, his hand bringing the useless butter knife towards him even though he knew it wouldn’t do anything, but before it could even land any ineffective blow, Shizuo already caught the knife in his fist. 

“You’re so dead,” Shizuo hissed, throwing the knife away forcefully and licking the marmelade off his fingers - looking, ahem, hot. He then instantly went back to Izaya’s lower sides and clawed forcefully, his hands moving up and down his torso so he could also torment his delicate ribcage, and Izaya let out a loud laughy scream in terror.

“SHIZU-CHAHahahahan!” he roared. He reached for Shizuo’s head and grabbed his hair, pulling and tugging, but the moment Shizuo’s fingers climbed further up his ribcage he already staked that attempt at putting up a decent fight again and settled with the logical reflex to flee. 

Izaya swung his body towards the kitchen counter, loud roaring laughter escaping his wide open mouth -  “Bwhahaahaha you’re sohohoho lahahahame!” - while his arms waved and flailed violently around, knocking a bunch of items off the kitchen counter that had remained there after their late breakfast.

“Fucking useless flea,” Shizuo huffed when one of those items was one of their ‘I Hate NY’ mugs with some leftover coffee in it that had gone cold, which had now fallen to pieces in the midst of their struggle, and Izaya was unfortunate to stumble into said cold coffee with his socked feet. His toes curled in displeasure when he felt the cold liquid under his soles. 

“Stahahahahap tihihickling mehehehe and fihihihight me like a mahahahan!” Izaya scolded hysterically, his body twisting in every direction, even after making such a mess of their kitchen already.

Shizuo’s hands were already buried under his arms by now and wiggled mercilessly against his sensitive armpits which Izaya failed to defend. 

“Like a man? Says who? May I remind you that you’re the least manly here, I mean just look at you,” was Shizuo’s careless reply as he continued to rub his fingers under Izaya’s arms, making him indeed cackle in a way he wouldn’t categorize as manly.

“HAHAAHAH!” He would’ve liked to discuss Shizuo’s Sunday morning habit to pee like a girl, but found no opportunity to do so. He was bent over their kitchen counter - again sadly not in a lewd way - with Shizuo trapping him from behind and tickling his armpits.

Scrap that. He quite suddenly switched to clawing up and down Izaya’s ribs and sides before reaching for his hips, hands like claws squeezing and pinching him there mercilessly and making Izaya shriek.

“Anything you wanted to say?” Shizuo asked when Izaya made an incoherent whining noise the moment he felt Shizuo’s thumbs dig into his hips. His entire body shook and bucked, and he shook his head wildly.

“NAHAhah! I hahahahate you!” he roared.

“Good.” Izaya gasped when Shizuo started pulling him away from the kitchen, but definitely not without a fight. He grabbed anything he could grab even if it wouldn’t be able to save him from his upcoming predicament, so eventually the broken coffee mug on the floor was joined by some more items such as cutlery, towels, the salt and pepper mill, and a roll of biscuits. 

Izaya landed in the middle of that mess when Shizuo forcefully lowered him to the floor while shoving his hands under Izaya’s shirt to tickle his bare belly and sides. 

“GHAHAAHAH! You beheheheast whahahaha!” Izaya squealed hysterically. Shizuo was indeed a beast, not even budging no matter how much he kicked and flailed.

“You knew you had it coming when I warned you, didn’t you? I’m just giving you what you wanted,” Shizuo panted, making Izaya blush a little since deep down he knew there was some truth in that. Still, that didn’t stop him from flailing his arms and closing his fingers around the pepper mill the moment he felt it within his reach, and he tossed it against the tickle monster’s head.

This move earned him a grunt - sexy grunt, oops - from Shizuo and he clawed fiercely at Izaya’s lower torso, making him spasm and jump.

“HEHEHEH! Shizu-chahahahaan!” 

Shizuo continued to huff and grunt like a beast, resuming the onslaught on him. “Ready to beg for mercy, flea?” he asked.

Izaya shook his head. “Nehehehever!” The blond merely rolled his eyes in response.

“Have it your way then.” Shizuo sounded way too excited and Izaya shared that excitement because he knew what was coming. However the moment Shizuo brought his face to his bare stomach, instead of a vibrating raspberry, a little bit of pain shocked Izaya when he gnawed at the bare flesh on his tummy like a monster.

“AHAHA that huhuhurt you son of a–EEEEHEHEHE!” The raspberries came after and somehow especially after that nasty bite, the tickles were only more welcomed despite his body’s reflexes to struggle and twist away from the sensations that chased him everywhere. 

In the middle was Shizuo blowing raspberries on his tummy. On the sides of his torso were his hands, clawing and squeezing mercilessly at Izaya’s worst tickle spots. 

Shizuo’s knee pressed on top of his legs, pinning him down and keeping him firmly in place. There was nowhere to go, and Izaya hated that he loved every second of it.

But even though he would never surrender by calling out the pathetic word ‘mercy’ as Shizuo would like him to, he did start to think that it was getting harder to breathe and function, so he was trying to think of something nice to do after several failed attempts of breaking free from Shizuo’s iron grip.

“SHIZU-CHAHHAAN!” he continued to laugh while overworking his exhausted mind. And then he saw his opening. Just when Shizuo raised again after a few more raspberries, Izaya literally stomped against Shizuo’s leg, the body part he mainly leaned on since his hands were busy tickling all over Izaya’s sides and ribs. 

Shizuo literally lost his balance and came crashing down again, and this time Izaya’s sweaty little hands were there, ready to catch him and he caught him by the face. Literally grasping both his cheeks, cupping them and causing his lips to pout a little, and he dragged him towards his own lips to kiss him. Ew, but necessary alright.

Funny thing was, it worked. Shizuo’s fingers on Izaya’s sides slowly stopped tickling and he felt how the man started to kiss him back. Izaya smirked. Got him there. He felt how he slowly got more control over the situation and he dared to push Shizuo’s shoulder to shove him to the side, flipping his large body under him so they could continue kissing. Shizuo approved and didn’t protest.

Now on top of him, Izaya devoured those pesky lips and definitely added in a sneaky bite and nibble here and there, but other than that, he could call this one of the healthier kisses they’d shared recently.

Shizuo responded to those bites with a few firm pinches and squeezes on Izaya’s waist, making him jump slightly, but soon he would relax again and lean more into Shizuo rather than move away from him.

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Shizuo huffed finally after they broke apart, having kissed long and passionately, and he squeezed both Izaya’s butt cheeks through his pants. Izaya chuckled and wiggled his ass.

“You seem to be quite fond of this pain in the ass though, whether you like it or not,” he sighed, and he kissed Shizuo again. 

“Ugh. Can’t help it you’re so overly clingy you can’t even leave me alone to take a piss,” was Shizuo’s answer, but not without some more lustful kisses in between his words.

“No but seriously. Are we out of fatty tuna?” Izaya finally asked, in between the many kisses they continued to share.

“….You’ll get your… stinkin’ tuna tonight, alright?” Shizuo murmured.

Izaya blinked and pulled back, staring blankly at Shizuo upon the realization that he just pronounced tonight as tunight. 

“Was that a pun?” he asked.

“And what if it was?” He felt Shizuo’s hands position themselves on his sides again, and he already tensed up in surprise, giggling nervously.

“Wehehell, I just wouhouldn’t think you had it in you to-hahahaa AHAHAHA SHIZU-CHAHAHN WAIT!” 

“Damn worthless flea…” were the words Shizuo muttered before already restarting his tickle torture on Izaya, but at the same time he continued the kissing and honestly? Izaya didn’t mind all that much…

“Tunight,” he hummed in between breathless giggles and gross kissing noises, and that was the last he said before he completely gave in to Shizuo’s passionate side. Fatty tuna could wait!