The first Chapter to the new collection! I'm just transferring all the fics I've done on Archive Of Our Own over here so that everybody over here could read them, enjoy!

Part 1

We're so broken

We're so twisted

Sometimes I wonder

That we should have never existed

Red eyes boring into him, like a ghost passing through his soul and stealing shivers from his body. Oh he knew somebody was watching him- and he knew who. But in most cases like these, he mused, people being stalked were terrified and didn't know what to do. Mikado had nothing to be afraid of however, since the stalker was his long time lover, Izaya.

And they were playing a game.

He paused before turning into an alleyway- deliberately of course- and caught the sight of a familiar parka in his peripheral vision. He had to hide his smile as he walked calmly into the dark, dangerous alley to his right- not worried at all.

x x x

" Ne, Mikado-chan~" the older man whined right at the boy's heels, following him like a love-struck puppy. Mikado just kept on walking, trying to find a perfect corner to talk in.

It was sort of like a cat and mouse game, their relationship. Just who was the cat and who was the mouse? And did it really matter?

No, no it didn't.

At some point Izaya limited patience ran out and Mikado was slammed into the nearest wall- lovingly of course. A completely calm Mikado shrugged, ' This spot will have to do then'. And with that Mikado smashed his lips hard against Izaya's loving the sting it wrought. Izaya hesitated, Mikado could tell, and just when he was about to complain Izaya nipped at his bottom lip. With a pleased hum he pulled his boyfriend even closer to his body. Opening his lips and allowing their tongues to struggle together in a dance of lust and want.

They continued to kiss for an amount of time Mikado deemed too short before they broke away from each other. He was about to complain when Izaya's amused smirk caused him to stop.
"What is it? Didn't you come for this...Izaya-kun?" Mikado basically purred and felt satisfied at the slight shiver it wrought from his lover- but it only lasted a second and was barely noticeable. It made his blood boil, even just a little bit.

"You must have read me wrong Mikado-chan. After all today's a very special day isn't it?"

Mikado analyzed the word special, which was a bit hard considering that he himself was a bit hard, and then thought about the date. Something in him was slowly clicking...what was it today...? It clicked in him. 6 years ago today...when he was nearly 11...

Then a breath tickled his earlobe, taking him out of his thoughts and making him shiver instead.

"Ne, do you remember Mikado? Our anniversary, the day I met you. You were so pretty covered in red I just had to have you"

"You were beautiful as well Izaya-kun, more so then me. It was a shame my younger self didn't realize that immediately" Mikado dug his face into his lover's shoulder.

He started to kiss and bite the soft flesh there, hoping to incite Izaya into doing something.

"Too soon Mikado-chan," he said and pulled away," We'll be getting to that part tonight, okay? Just be patient~"

Mikado deflated almost immediately but said no more. It was clear that Izaya had something in plan, and that he wasn't going to budge from his decisions at all.
He still tried his luck, "Not even if we're quick?"

From the amused but firm look Izaya gave him- that was a no.

xxx

He was pretty sure that he was supposed to be hosting this party as well, after all it was his Anniversary party. But Mikado wasn't known for standing out, so he faded into the background and was content with watching Izaya do what he did best.
Shine in the spotlight.

After a long burst of laughter from the people around them- no doubt elicited from one of Izaya's only-funny-if-you're-drunk jokes- the air changed.
Shinra's wife, Celty- a woman Mikado would've without a doubt been friends if he was more outgoing- typed out a question that brought a mix of apprehension and excitement from him.

Izaya loved to tell the story of how they met; Mikado...well those memories were just a reminder of his past self, and all the times he had rejected the love of a man that offered everything to him. It also made him grateful, grateful that Izaya never gave up on him. Mikado couldn't even imagine a life without him.

[How did you guy's meet anyway?] Such a simple question made him somber, and Izaya must have noticed because seconds later he had casually thrown his arms around Mikado, and pulled him closer.

"Well," Izaya cleared his throat and gave the world a blinding smile, "It's an interesting story"