Izaya's fingers tapped on his phone quickly. He didn't know what was wrong, all he knew was that he had a fever and couldn't really move from his bed. He texted Namie to pick up some paperwork, to which she responded that he was such a lazy ass. Izaya stared at his clock in his dull room.

9:15 am… This is not a good day. Maybe I should call Shinra to drop off some medicine.

He dialed Shinra's number and waited patiently for him to pick up. When he didn't pick up, Izaya yelled out in frustration. He kept trying until he finally got through. Shinra's voice pierced through his head like a knife,

"Hello, Izaya? What's wrong? Why are you calling me? Are you alright?"

"No need to sound like you care, Shinra." Izaya responded as calmly as possible, "I need you to drop off some medicine. I have a horrible fever."

Shinra hesitated but then said, "Yeah…sure. I'll send Celty over."

"Thank you, Shinra." Izaya mumbled, feeling strange to have those words come out of his mouth. Before he hung up, he suddenly desperately called for Shinra not to hang up.

"Shinra!" Izaya yelled, "Do NOT tell anyone I'm sick, except for Celty. I don't want one of my angry clients coming at me with a gun or something."

He heard a small chuckle on the other end of the phone as Shinra reassured him that he wouldn't tell a soul.

That's not a good sign…

After a few minutes, Izaya peeled his eyes open to the knocking at his door. He rolled out of bed and crawled over to the door. His head felt like it was splitting with every movement he made. When he unlocked the door and let Celty in, he suddenly became lightheaded and fainted. If Celty had a head, she would have most likely yelled at the horrible state Izaya was in. She slowly lifted him up and put him back in his bed after forcefully feeding him medicine. Izaya mumbled in his sleep, sweat dripping down his forehead and his clothes sticking to him. He complained about how it was cold but it was hot at the same time. Celty didn't know what to do so she quickly texted Shinra, telling him about the situation. Shinra only responded with, "Help will soon be on the way."

Celty shook her head, feeling slightly disturbed with whatever Shinra was planning.

Shizuo's cellphone rang five times before he got angry and picked it up, "What?" He grumbled. Shinra's voice happily spoke on the other side, "Oh Shizuo! I need you to go check on Izaya after thirty minutes or so."

Shizuo couldn't believe what he was hearing. Him…visit the flea?! He was ready to believe the doctor was insane. Nevertheless, he asked, "Why?"

"Izaya's really sick. He hasn't been able to move for the whole morning and he's got this nasty fever and nothing else! Amazing, isn't it? He's hasn't even…." Shinra blabbered on and on. Shizuo tuned him out for a minute to think about how easy it would be for him to kill the flea, "…and when Celty dropped off medicine he fainted! She had to help him into be—"

"I'll go." Shizuo said and then hung up. He slowly made his way to Izaya's apartment.

Izaya awoke and threw his jacket onto the floor by his couch, then he made his way to his desk. I have to do at least some work… He thought, only to fall over on his desk. His breathing was heavy, his body felt like lead. Never mind… Back to bed I go.

Shizuo saw the flea's apartment and smiled. He couldn't wait to bash Izaya's head in and finally get rid of the little thorn in his side. When he got to Izaya's door, he knocked at first, hoping for Izaya to just open the door in all his fever confusion. There was no response and then Shizuo felt a pang of concern. He shook the feeling away and slowly turned the doorknob. It was unlocked.

Izaya heard the knocking but ignored it and slowly made his way back to his room, tripping over his own feet. He heard his door open and saw the monster of Ikebukuro standing at his entrance. Izaya felt a sense of panic, not being able to defend himself properly. He took small steps back and muttered, "Shizuo… What are you doing here?"

Shizuo smirked and walked towards him, "Shinra told me to come and check up on you. He said that you were sick, and boy was he right. You look like hell."

Izaya didn't have a comment, he just wanted to get back to his room and rest. Something about the way Izaya looked made Shizuo change his mind about killing him. His weak state made him want to take care of him and wait until he was ready to fight him. He didn't want to kill someone when they were defenseless. His expression softened and he lightly grabbed Izaya's wrist, to try and show that he didn't want to hurt him. Izaya's body stiffened, he looked at Shizuo's face searching in confusion as to why he was holding his wrist, then he sternly said, "Let go."

Shizuo didn't say anything or make a move so Izaya tried to pull his wrist away by stepping back. But of course, he ended up stepping on his jacket which was discarded just moment ago and tripped. Shizuo's grip tightened as he pulled Izaya's body towards him and his arms wrapped around his small torso to make the fall less painful for him.

Izaya lay flat on his back with his hands splayed on either side of his face. Shizuo was now on top of him leaning on his elbows so that he wouldn't crush Izaya with his superior weight. Both their faces were brushed with a light pink; Izaya's from the high fever and the embarrassment of being underneath Shizuo and Shizuo's from thinking about how clueless the flea looked underneath him.

Getting caught in the moment, Shizuo decided to slowly lean in, his hair tickling Izaya's cheeks and their lips ghosting towards each other. Izaya looked stunned but while looking into Shizuo's mocha eyes, he found himself leaning up to meet the kiss. When their lips touched, Izaya's eyes slowly closed and he became less tense. His hand held onto Shizuo's shirt for support as if the ground would sink. Shizuo closed his eyes as well and deepened the kiss. He felt Izaya's hot forehead touch his and then he pulled away.

Izaya opened his eyes and was about to ask why he pulled away but he was met with Shizuo's arms pulling him up from the ground and carrying him in his arms towards his room. He gently put Izaya down and left the room. Izaya propped himself on his elbows and watched Shizuo leave. He held his breath.

He exhaled when he saw Shizuo come back in with a wet cloth. Shizuo poked him in the chest and pushed him down so he was lying down. He placed the cloth on his forehead and stroked Izaya's hair then he crawled under the covers to lie down beside him. Izaya pressed himself against Shizuo's chest seeking his warmth and he wordlessly fell asleep.

Shizuo rubbed small circles on Izaya's back and tried thinking about how they even got to this point in the first place. He was ready to kill the flea but now he couldn't feel anything but love towards him. He buried his face into Izaya's hair and drifted off into sleep as well.

A few hours later, Izaya woke up and felt a lot better. He looked up and bumped into Shizuo's chin. Shizuo stirred awake and smiled, "Hey, how you feeling?"

"Better." Izaya whispered. He then felt himself blush as he asked, "About the…um…the kiss…"

Shizuo slowly tilted Izaya's chin towards him and kissed him on the lips as if trying to prove that the kiss before was real and that his feelings didn't suddenly change. Izaya let out a soft moan and pulled Shizuo closer to him. Izaya felt Shizuo's tongue brush against his bottom lip, asking for entrance. When Izaya opened his mouth, the door to his room burst open.

"Izaya! Are you alright? I came to check on you because I sent Shizuo over and I never heard back." Shinra yelled and then he analysed the scene, "Oh…I'll leave now, I can see you're busy."

Izaya quickly got up, "Wait, it's not like that. We're not like…like…f-fu…fuck buddies or anything." He tried to smooth out any misunderstandings.

Shizuo scratched the back of his head and yawned, "Well that's for sure. We can be, but I'm not going to move forward until the flea wants to."

"Shizu-chan, do you really mean that?" Izaya's eyes sparkled, he felt like Shizuo respected his personal space.

"Of course." He muttered, blushing slightly, not knowing that Izaya was able to make a face like that.

Shinra's smile fell apart and he just slowly left the apartment, "This is too weird for me. I shouldn't have set them up."