Title: Truce
Author: ShizuoIzayaBulletproof
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: Sadly I own none of these characters, but if I did, there would be alot of Shizaya going on DRRR. ;3

Summary:

Shinra and Celty attempt to get Shizuo and Izaya to form a truce, but it ends up being far more than a truce.

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

This is my first DRRR fanfiction so don't hate me if they're out of character or if I'm not spot on with everything. I've just been reading lots of Shizaya, SebbyxCiel, AxelxRoxas fanfics and I've wanted to write one with my favorite yaoi pairing - SHIZAYA! *Grins wide.* Yeah, it's rated M for some smut later on that will happen multiple times.

Damn, I'm a bit too young to write this - thank god for my maturity level or I'd kill myself while writing this seeing how I have to search up a few, toys for a later chapter. *Twitches.*

Shinra's POV

Shinra clutched Celty's arm and pulled her out of the vending machine's path. It had been hurled at Orihara Izaya by Heiwajima Shizuo. Celty quickly typed on her PDA and thrust it in Shinra's face, "What the hell was that? I thought you were supposed to get them to make a truce!"

"Celty, if it were only that easy." Shinra had placed his hand on her shoulder, his face creasing into a frown. Even though her head had been severed she could easily tell his face held a worried expression. Her fingers worked frantically at the keyboard. "Hey! I have a plan. Get the two idiots over to our place tomorrow!" She held the device out and Shinra could only imagine what she had planed. Celty was, quite unordinary other than the fact she was hundreds of centuries old and had no head.

Shizuo's POV

Oblivious to Shinra and Celty, Shizuo clenched his white-knuckled fists at his side and let his most hated enemy's name escape his lips in a tight scream. "IZZAAYAAAA!" Shizuo's angry shout was followed with a deafening crash as the vending machine collided with the pavement not even two inches from Orihara Izaya's feet.

"Shizuo-Chan~ Why so serious?" Izaya said mockingly tilting his head, shoving his hands in his coat pockets; a smug smirk along his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

The smirk that creased along Izaya's lips inflamed pure hatred within Shizuo. In a blind furry he lunged at Izaya only to be dodged and have a sharp blade rip at his cheek. "Damn flea!" He spoke in a hiss as he touched his finger tips to the bleeding cut.

Leaning against the wall of the alley-way Izaya pointed his blade towards Shizuo, closing his eyes momentarily. "Well, Shizuo-Chan~ I thought you –. " He was cut off as a hand clamped around his neck lifting him up off the ground.

'Kill him, kill him, kill him, you can kill that damn flea – right now right here!' Shizuo slipped a sly grin as his thought raced through his head. He had the flea by the neck, at his mercy, he could – "Sh-sh iz uo Ch-an…" The sputtered words snapped his attention back to the informat. The flea's face was pale and his eyes half-masked; his lips barely moving. Shizuo loved seeing him like this.

"Ca-can't wait to g-get your hands on me Shizzy?" His words were scoffed at by the blonde brute. Shizuo then tossed him to the ground grumbling and a second before Izaya could think to react he ran up to him, kicking him full-force in the ribs. Izaya went flying and hit the alley wall with a thunderous thud. Shizuo chuckled when the informant hit the wall and fell.

When the flea didn't move or even make an attempt to rip out his blade Shizuo began to worry. "Flea?"

Wait, when did he give a fuck if the raven was okay? He LOATHED Izaya.

Maybe because deep down you –

"NO WAY IN HELL!" Shizuo screamed out before turning on his heels to leave just as he stopped himself. Even if he hated that vermin he could leave him there and have someone else finish him off; that was his right, no one else's. He knew if he didn't, then someone would because there were plenty of people Orihara screwed over, Shizuo himself were a victim.

He quickly went over to fling the raven haired man over his shoulders just as he caught a glimpse of him sleeping. Shizuo's gaze locked on him. Izaya's hair stuck to his sweaty face, his chest falling and rising slowly. He looked so peaceful and vulnerable, not his usually fox-like self and that stupid, grin. He looked, dare he think it, cute.

Shaking the though from his head his phone went off.

'Meet me at my place, Celty's cooking and I can't eat it all by myself!' He read the text from Shinra and replied with a huff.

'Planned on heading over there anyways. Fucking flea can't take a hit.' With a quick click of his phone he jammed it back in his pockets before he scooped Izaya up bridal style and lugged him to Shinra's.

Looking at the flea he noticed the informant stir only to grab Shizuo's tie and cuddle it like a child. Shizuo huffed, amused or not, he liked Izaya like this. More then he liked seeing his hand around his neck.

Stupid flea, I swear I'll kill you one of these days, just, not today…

Short chapter I know. Sorry, but I had been working on it for two weeks and kept getting interupted, so I cut it short.

Tell me how I did. Was it good, did it blow your mind that a 14 year old (Two months until my b-day! :D) wrote this? Keke.

If there are any tips you have let me know, I'm more than happy to hear you out.

NOW HURRY BECAUSE THE MORE REVIEWS I GET, THE FASTER THE SMUT WILL COME!