A/N: Hey there! ^.^ I would like to thank those who reviewed the first chapter, it made me very happy! :) Without further ado, here's the next chapter!

I do not own these characters.

This is 18+ m/m fiction.

The pairing is Shizaya.

'But everybody needs to let loose once in a while, right?' Orihara Izaya thought while locking the door of his Shinjuku apartment for the night. He got the older Heiwajima used to a certain pattern of events, like a dog. The dog reacted with confusion when the rhythm was disturbed. But it can't be helped, I run into him inevitably every time. He peeled off his clothes and laid them out to dry. After a hot shower, he went to sleep till morning duties called.

Shizuo got home in less than 10 minutes, unlike Izaya. He had dinner and a shower and was lying in his king-size bed, flat on his back and wide awake. He could not get the image of the foxy brunette in the rain-soaked clothing out of his mind. When he finally did fall asleep, the damn flea followed him into his dreams. Needless to say, he woke up to the morning heat after a restless sleep.

The other man slept considerably better, as he had things figured out and his self-centered nature to boot. He liked seeing the blonde's animated reactions and that's all he saw in it. No way in hell was he thinking too much about him, no sir. He did admit though – the ex-bartender was indeed a looker. Izaya suddenly had an amusing idea. An idea that might just be worth the money. He thought about it during his short commute to work and only became more determined to make it work. He would secretly hire Shizuo. It goes without saying that he'd leave the gorilla clueless until he walks right into his office, and there would have to be conditions to make sure he couldn't get out of it. But for how long? He decided to call Heiwajima's boss to discuss the matter. He said a two or three-week 'vacation' for Shizuo would be nice and they agreed on payment and that he'd start working tomorrow. The brunette almost purred in delight, thinking about how he'll be able to harass his favorite toy for nearly a month in the comfort of his office with no way out. He typed up the paperwork using past contracts to make it faster and faxed it over to Tom-san. Said man stood above the printer as the three-week contract was buzzing out. All of it had been printed, but then a final paper flew out. He caught it in his hand and read 'Thank you~! The money should have reached your account by now~~~'. Slightly disturbed, a guilty feeling started creeping up, so he sent Heiwajima home, perhaps out of mercy for what was to come.

Our dear Shizu-chan, perhaps in an illusion that he deserved it, contentedly went home without running into any nuisance and went to sleep. He had come to terms with the fact that Orihara's wet clothes and perfect skin would haunt him for a while and decided that not thinking too much about it and avoiding the flea would be the best thing he could do now. It did cause an occasional blush or rage, I won't lie. He was sound asleep the moment he hit the mattress. On the other hand, the one occupying his thoughts giggled himself to sleep, confident that this would be interesting, if not fun.

The next day, the bodyguard went to work as usual, but was told by a reluctant Tom-san that he would be running an errand in Shinjuku, since today's debtors were of the less problematic kind. He just shrugged and wrote the address on a piece of paper since the person there was informed and would tell him the details. He was especially lectured to make sure he wouldn't act like a brute because it was a person to whom his boss was indebted and was important for their business as well. He just grumbled that he understood and went off. When he stepped outside the building, he realized that Shinjuku wasn't exactly within walking distance. Not when he had to be there as soon as possible. He was still sleepy and a bit grouchy, so he grabbed a bike from under an unsuspecting passer-by and mumbled something along the lines of an apology and promises of returning it in a few minutes as the person, who happened to recognize the strongest man in Ikebukuro, backed away slowly. He rode the way to the mysterious client's office faster than he would have normally because today's forecast said the heat will get worse. It was already looking pretty bad and it wasn't even 10am yet, damn it.

He found the address quickly since it was on a busy main street. He found a lock on the borrowed bicycle and closed it around the handle of a garbage can in a convenient alley next to the building. 'Now let's see where exactly in here this guy's supposed to be… fifth floor.' He looked at the building quizzically, it hadn't struck him as that tall at first glance. The blonde shrugged and walked inside and took the elevator to the fifth, coincidentally top, floor. It was the only door with the exception of the emergency stairs, so he took a deep breath and knocked. He was going to try to keep a good, professional image so he bowed when the door opened and said "Good morning, I am Heiwajima Shizuo. I trust you were expecting my arrival. Please treat me kindly." His head stayed bowed till the other man spoke: "Well, well, well, Shizu-chan. It seems you've learned good manners overnight!" Said man looked up quickly to find that he is facing the one and only Orihara Izaya. He just stood there, holding his card and staring in disbelief, only a single sound escaping him.

"Eh?" The business card was taken out of his hand and he was ushered in. "Namie~ I brought some help!" Orihara called out, his assistant showing up carrying a stack of files. She looked at her employer suspiciously, then at the so-called hired help that stood there, looking like he was lost and back to Izaya to make sure he was serious. The flawless grin never left his face, so she sighed and introduced herself, adding a friendly "You can start helping by carrying this over on the coffee table over there." Heiwajima nodded and had almost reached said table when he came to and threw the folders to the ground, paper flying everywhere. "Izaya-kun," he growled in a low voice that sent shivers up said man's spine. "What is the meaning of this?" he stated more than asked as he sauntered over to his enemy. Namie was smart enough to disappear when she sensed danger. And Shizuo resembled a lion getting ready to pounce right now. Orihara continued grinning devilishly and shoved a piece of paper in the lion's face. "I'm your boss from today, congratulations~! Aren't you happy to have such a nice and sexy boss, Shizu-chan?" Shizuo tensed and turned a few shades of red and purple before venting these sudden emotions by ripping the paper given to him. "Awww you ruined it! But I suspected you'd act like a protozoan today too, so I made a few extra~ " He wasn't about to get an answer since said brute was suddenly holding him by his collar. Orihara was dressed formally today despite the heat. 'Just don't move, give his brain time to process it,' was his single thought as their faces got closer and it looked like the strong man was going to knock him out again.

A/N: I have more written, but I thought I'd stop here~ :)

I swear it gets better. XD It's all planned out in my head and I write almost every day to keep up. I'm going to be on a short vacation Monday-Wednesday, but I'm taking my laptop along. If the hotel has free Wi-Fi, my vacation doesn't have to worry you in the least. :D I love writing too much to stop on vacation!

Izaya: Wow, but Shizuo really is like a dog in some ways.

Shizuo: What did you say, you parasite? You get compared to cats, so look who's laughing now.

Izaya: And foxes, Shizu-chan. Foxes are canines. Maybe we do share a few traits.

Me: I'm just gonna let you two sort this out while I write a few more chapters. *sudden perverted thoughts*

Izaya: Yeah, yeah ,yeah. You're just a human who writes. And anyway, a picture is worth 1,000 words.

Me: *shows Izaya my fan-art* And with this, I leave you! Remember that I live for your reviews! So please review~!

Error 406: Not Acceptable. Izaya is freaking out and needs to be reset.