They are all I can write about. ShikiIza has officially became my OTP. I don't own :D
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Temporal
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They were half way to the bed. Izaya called for a stop.
"Wait…"
He had a hand on his chest and fingers in his hair. They were a breath apart.
"Turn the lights off first."
He could only see this as another one of Izaya's bad jokes. "Are you embarrassed?"
His shoulders stiffened but the words that slipped out were as smooth as honey. He was no longer looking at him. "Sure, why not?"
It was an offhanded comment.
Shiki called for quits.
Reaching down, he tilted Izaya's chin up at him and immediately let go like it burned to touch the flesh. He never thought that it was possible but it was staring at him straight in the eyes. There was self-loathe that glimmered in the red. Izaya was asking for the dark and his top was still clinging to his chest. "What are you playing at?"
The silence turned the impossible into the possible.
Izaya's palm was on his chest. Shiki expected a humorous smirk, a low chuckle, anything but the firm push back. Izaya turned his head to the side, bit his lips and swallowed his pride. It tasted bitter and sweet.
"I don't want you to see me like this, I'm not pretty."
This sentimental side wasn't right. It was a complication they didn't need.
"Girls in mini skits are pretty. You were never pretty."
He could see a trace of a smile. Shiki knew sentiments were not for them but it would be wrong to just let that faint smile of self-mockery stretch on. He tried to make amends, an attempt he never tried on anyone else.
"It's not like I've never seen you naked."
"Shiki-san."
He wasn't stupid. It was always done and gone, more of a release than anything else. He would press him into the bed but they would never have any human contact aside from where they were connected. There may a rough hand on a hip or a quick caress along the jaw. A low moan, a soft pant and then they were finished. They could go without seeing the other for months and then there would be weeks where each night was reserved for the other.
Shiki never tried to see Izaya for who he was while Izaya tried his best to hide himself from the other man.
And now, they have discovered it by chance.
With a small tilt of his head back, Izaya let out an inaudible laugh, there was nothing left to hide. "Do you know how hard it was to keep my face from Shizu-chan's fists?"
There was nothing remotely funny. Shiki pulled back. Izaya continued.
"There is nowhere on my body where I don't have scars."
He slipped out of his shirt and dropped the black material to the ground.
Izaya's skin was pale but the scars were white.
The lights stayed on and Shiki stayed with him until morning.
All the while, they promised themselves that this was all just a temporal phase.
XXX Kuro
Short oneshot for those down from the weather (I am stuck in a house with two sick sisters), like poor Orihara-kun who just needs some love.