Smoke & Mirrors
The overwhelming stench of cigarette smoke was what roused Izaya from his sleep. It was a smell that he had grown accustomed to over years of being around a certain someone.
At the moment he just so happened to be wrapped around that someone, bare arms and legs flung every which way over a warm, hard body. A body that was currently exhaling a stream of poison into his face.
Fully awake and entirely annoyed, Izaya fanned his hand to disperse the cloud of toxins. "Smoking is disgusting, Shizu-chan."
"Yeah, well you think a lot about me is disgusting, and yet here you are," the blonde responded coolly, reaching over his head and crushing his cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table.
Izaya sighed, eyes closing like a contented housecat as he settled back into a comfortable half-sleep. He could've damn near purred as Shizuo began brushing his bangs away from his forehead before letting them fall back, then repeating the action.
"It's bad for your skin, ne."
"Like I give a shit about my skin."
"Well, unlike Shizu-chan, I don't plan on having premature wrinkles because of your filthy habit." Smiling softly, Izaya mused, "Ne, unless it's your plan to kill me slowly by giving me lung cancer."
Ignoring the last part, Shizuo muttered, "You care way too damn much about how you look."
"Appearance is important, ne? Humans tend to treat attractive people better. My job will be a lot more difficult if I were to become ugly."
Looking at the raven-haired man lying beside him, it was hard for Shizuo to conjure up an image of an old, wrinkly flea. Neither of them were anywhere near old, but Izaya didn't look like he'd changed at all since high school. He released a small laugh. "You? You could breathe my cigarette smoke for the next hundred years and you'd still look like…" he made some confused gesture with his hand that went unnoticed, "this."
Eyes opening, Izaya settled a playful gaze on his favorite monster. "Is that protozoan for 'I think you're pretty', Shizu-chan?"
The smile that stretched across Shizuo's face as he settled down next to Izaya was radiant in its honesty, and Izaya felt his stomach flutter as the blonde leaned in to nuzzle his neck. "Amongst other things, yeah."
Closing his eyes and enjoying the fresher smell of shampoo as he turned his nose into gold hair, Izaya murmured, "Makes you wonder how someone like me is with someone as hideous as Shizu-chan, ne?"
The chuckle against his skin was hot and breathy. "Yeah, but asking why is just gonna piss me off."
"Hn," Izaya grinned mischievously, mouth moving to hover near Shizuo's ear. "Well, it's definitely not because I like you."
Mouth brushing pale collarbones, hands gliding over soft warm skin, Shizuo smirked against the heartbeat thrumming passionately beneath his lips. "Never even crossed my mind."
Author's Note: Hello! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this a little as it's my very first time ever writing for Shizaya. I've always loved this pairing, but they're a little intimidating to write for. I hope I can do them justice. Please review if you have the time, even if it's just to say 'cool' (or 'it sucks...'). Feedback is always appreciated, ne~ Merry
