It was the usual type of morning in Ikebukuro. A monster of a man, weilding a street sign he had plucked from the ground, yelling for the flea he was chasing to 'get back here so I can kill you!'. Yes, this is normal in Ikebukuro. It was a cat and mouse type of relationship, on the surface at least. Shizuo would hurl stopsigns at Izaya, and Izaya would dodge and throw a swipe with his switchblade at Shizuo, who wasn't so quick. Little did anyone know that the two slept in the same bed at night, in the same home, willingly. Yes, they had an undercover love. If someone ever asked, they would immedietly deny it, though they both knew it was true.
"Flea." Shizuo said softly from the fridge, taking out the milk. The louse in question was lying on the couch, in his pj's, which was a gray hoodie and black shorts. He had his eyes closed, laying on his side.
"Hnn..?" The tired male asked from his positon, which wasn't the comfiest, or warmest, but he was too tired to give a shit. Shizuo chuckled, coming over and sitting on the end of the couch where Izaya's feet were. He set them on his lap and drank his milk, then set the glass down on the coffee table. He looked at the informant, who seemed exhausted, and smiled. A soft, yet firm, hand trailed up to Izaya's hip, getting the flea to sit up.
"Whaaaat...?" Izaya whined, "I'm tired..." Shizuo chuckled once again, ruffling the other's hair.
"I know, I know. But why don't you go get in bed?" He asked. Shizuo's pjamas were blue sweatpants and a white tee shirt. Izaya snuggled close to his monster.
"Let's sleep here tonight, okay..." The crow requested tiredly. Shizuo blinked but smiled softly, wrapping his muscular arms around the smaller man, holding him close.
"Just for tonight...We can sleep here..."
(( Author's note: Bleh, I have Shizayaobsessionitis. And I suck at writing fanfics about them XD ))