A/N: There were no new reviews for the second chapter. ;.; *throws third chapter at you*

Reminders:

I do not own these characters.

This is 18+ m/m fiction.

The pairing is Shizaya.

"You know, you're making this take longer than it has to. You can just sit over there and read about it." The grip loosened gradually and the informant dropped to the ground. He recovered quickly and pulled out an identical paper from his desk, shuffling through Shizuo's first failed attempt at following orders and setting it down on the coffee table. He motioned to the still very cautious blonde to sit on the couch. "Tea? Coffee?" "No thanks." Shizuo concentrated on the damn long words and squinted occasionally at an exceptionally difficult sentence. He ignored the glass of iced water placed by his hand and grabbed a sleeve. "It says here you can't call me names, including that horrendous nickname." "Yes, Shizu-ch… I can't call you that. What do you want me to call you?" Shizuo blushed a little and said "Shizuo-san should be fine. Just don't turn it into something shameful." "Mmkay, sounds fine. You can call me Izaya-san then." Sensing the uncomfortable question, he continued: "Well, you're not going to call me fleabag, I hope." He raised an eyebrow and put emphasis on the nickname. Shizuo ignored this and went back to studying the document, since it was important and about him. "You have me here for three weeks instead of my normal job. So I'll be getting a salary from you." "If you earn it," the brunette said cheerfully. "Excuse me for a bit. Now that the formalities are over, I'm going to change. Namie! Clean up this mess! The help isn't for you!" The last part was said in a louder, far less friendly voice than when Orihara was talking to him. Scary. Then what were his three weeks working under the Devil himself for, exactly? He scoured the contract to find an answer, but his foe had written it so well that it was impossible to do anything but guess. The informant had come back, to the former bartender's despair, in a tank top and shorts that were even shorter than those he saw him in yesterday. "Oye, you're overdoing it with shedding the clothes." He tried, weakly, but his employer was in a good mood. "Alright, alright, but just a little." This time he was wearing the white dress shirt over the tank top, his shoulders and arms successfully hidden from Shizuo's auto-focus. "Hey, fl-… Izaya-san - what's my job here?" He waved the ambiguous document to be clear. "Well, Shizuo-san, you're my pet!" Orihara exclaimed, raising his hands dramatically and then he frowned. "I want to call you Shizuo-kun." The pet was rendered speechless for the second time this hour. The other man must have taken this as an affirmative reply because he stretched, yawned and sat down at his big desk. "It's going to be fun," he said cheerfully and put on his reading glasses. Of course the infamous Orihara Izaya didn't need glasses, but he liked how busy and professional he looked in them, so he got a pair with normal plastic lenses just so he could show off and admire his new look. Shizuo finally acknowledged the presence of the glass of water and gulped it down without second thought since the ice had melted with the noon temperatures approaching.

Shizuo sat there, motionless, and thought about this whole absurd deal. The only thing he figured out was that he'd rather be kicked in the family jewels than be here. He fidgeted and moved around on the couch, deciding to lay on it, stomach down, and stare at the floor. He didn't care if he got fired; he never wanted to be here in the first place. He put his arms under his chin and looked around. He decided that Izaya was the only thing in this room worth looking at, so he stared at him. It was a headache to have met the flea in his summer attire already, but two days in a row? And three weeks of this? 'I'm going to die if this goes on.' He still didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do for those goddamn three weeks. What rotten luck. 'But the office is air conditioned, it could be worse.' He admitted, getting up to look around. Namie was kneeling next to a tall shelf full of books and trying to squeeze in one more. When she saw Shizuo, she sent him what had to be the most unfriendly smile in the world. He backed away and wandered around the spacious office some more. 'It's so big he could live here and still have plenty of room to spare. Or maybe not,' he reconsidered when he looked at the shelves and bookcases packed with paper. He found a hallway off to the side and opened the first door. A printer, scanner and other things were blinking and beeping there and there was also a sink, a small fridge and a cupboard full of glasses of various shapes and sizes. The second door was a nice, clean bathroom and the third door was locked. He wasn't surprised and he wasn't really interested either. He laid back down on the couch and wiggled his nose while staring at his boss again. Izaya looked preoccupied with hammering into his keyboard while talking to someone on the phone, so he let his eyes wander. 'What the?! Is that a hickey? It can't be a bug bite, those don't look… like… that.' Shizuo buried his head in his arms childishly to hide his embarrassed expression. It just hadn't occurred to him before that even the flea had a sex life. And an interesting one it seemed, because next to that hickey were bite marks. And that pompous scumbag wasn't even doing anything to hide these… these… things. That's it, I'm out of here.' He had almost reached the door when Izaya called after him. "Shizuo-kun? It isn't lunch time yet." Oh, he had hung up the phone. It started ringing immediately. He continued on his way out into the afternoon sun, quietly shutting the office door because that fox was on the phone again. 'What a fast retreat,' Orihara thought while listening to a boring story on the phone. 'He didn't break anything, that's odd. I'll have to check to make sure.'

A/N: Here we go once again – please review! Of course I'd love it if you follow and favorite the story. But I really like the reader-writer interaction. Reading what you have to say is fun! ^.^

Izaya: Goshdarn it, he broke something, didn't he?

Shizuo: Oye, oye! You're thoroughly prejudiced, aren't you?

Izaya: Yes, Shizu-chan. You wanna know why?

Shizuo: No, I do-

Izaya: Because you aren't a lovely little human. Shizu-chan is a monster. Who wouldn't be prejudiced against a monster?

Me: *crosses arms* Stop right there guys. No fights allowed in the Author's Notes. Or do you want me to write some horrible OOC smut about you? *scary perv face*

Both stared at me in complete horror, the silence sponsored by crickets.

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