Chapter 3: Found Affections Delicious Concoctions
The sunlight poured into the small apartment making Shizuo squint as he tried to adjust to the bright assault. His killer headache was enough discomfort now he had to deal with the constant brightness of the sun.
He groaned groping around his bed in search of his sunglasses, hoping they would provide some relief. He came into contact with something soft, something, that was not his pillow.
Shizuo turned to see what this mysteriously soft object could be and his eyes doubled in size as he took in the sight of what his hand hovered over. He gaped at the sleeping Izaya that lay next to him, his hand just above the informant's raven hair.
He pulled back his hand slowly recalling the events of the previous night. Izaya's confession, their agreement for the night, and how the raven haired informant had reacted to him. The proximity of their faces, the heat that had emanated off the flea when Shizuo had held him close, and the way he had embraced someone he had so desperately tried to kill countless times before.
"Da fuck was I thinking?" Shizuo whispered shielding his eyes with his arm. Shizuo had been completely inebriated last night but he knew who he was holding, he knew what he had been saying, and he knew who had been undressing him. So why did he let it happen? Why did he not do those things himself? "I wasn't even that tired damn it, so why the fuck did…why did I let him do that?" He asked himself glancing over to the sleeping male beside him.
Izaya looked peaceful almost sweet in his sleep, he was completely defenseless right now unconscious in Shizuo's bed. The blonde would definitely have the advantage here, if he wanted to harm the flea. But he didn't want to harm him; Shizuo just gazed at the sleeping man beside him. Izaya stirred under Shizuo's stare sighing, no, more like muttering something in his sleep.
"Shizuo...Hmm." Izaya mumbled a shade of red creeping into his cheeks. Shizuo flushed what could he be dreaming of? Shizuo moved closer to the informant's flushed ear and whispered to him.
"Hey Izaya what am I doing to you?" Izaya responded with a small moan making the blonde flush a deeper shade of red. Shizuo really had to know what was going on in this guy's subconscious now, so he tried again. "Tell me what I'm doing Izaya." He growled into the latter's ear again. This time Izaya spoke.
"Shi..Shizuo is so.." Izaya moaned in his sleep but that didn't answer much, so Shizuo tried another approach.
"Tell me what I'm doing or I'll stop Izaya-kun." Izaya whimpered, shaking his head slightly in protest. Whatever the blonde was doing to the informant in his dream he didn't want it to end. Shizuo couldn't help but blush and smirk at that fact. "Well then," he cooed. "Properly tell me what I'm doing."
Izaya moaned again his face flushed. "Shizu...Shizuo is so deep inside. Shizuo is fucking Izaya and it feels so go..good." Izaya moaned quietly, he looked so pleased, he was enraptured by this dream and Shizuo was full blown tomato red by what he'd just heard.
The blonde couldn't believe it he, rose from his bed and headed for the bathroom. He'd need a cold shower to cool off. He entered his bathroom greeted by his red reflection and brushed his teeth quickly; he turned on the cold water and jumped in. The sudden cold rush made him flinch but it was a welcome sensation, just what he needed.
"Fuck, flea really?" He cursed letting the icy water wash over his body. He looked over to the door and noticed he'd forgotten to close it. If Izaya woke up anytime soon he'd have a clear view of the blonde's naked state. Shizuo blushed "You'd have a fucking field day if you could see me now wouldn't you Izaya?" Shizuo smiled to himself, whatever, he could provide some service if necessary but doubted his guest would want to wake from that dream anytime soon.
When he was finished with his shower he wrapped a clean towel around his waist and walked back into his room. He searched through his drawers for some underwear and a white beater as he dried his hair with a smaller towel. He was so glad he had a day off today he could just sit around and watch one of Kasuka's movies.
His dropped the towel from his waist letting it pool at his feet as he pulled up his boxers to replace it. He slipped on his white beater and turned to find a very red informant gawking at him. Shizuo blushed, he'd had almost forgotten Izaya was even in his apartment. Izaya was silent just staring at the monstrous man of his affections.
"Well.." Shizuo broke the silence that had built up between them. "Did you enjoy the show?" Izaya looked away and gave a nod. Shizuo chuckled, "Wow you're seriously shameless huh?" Izaya looked back at his host an eyebrow raised. "First you just announce how dream me fucked you and now, wow flea." Izaya's face fell and turned full on scarlet.
"W..what?!" He screamed at the blonde, hiding under the covers hoping he could disappear somehow. "Wh..when did I say that? I bet you're lying!" Shizuo smiled It was the first time he'd seen this side of Izaya it was almost cute, how bashful he was.
"You talk in your sleep you know, so this morning I just happened to hear you moan my name, it was kind of embarrassing you know." Shizuo chuckled pulling the covers off of the bashful Izaya. "You showed me some pretty cute expressions you know." He continued to tease the young informant. "You kept saying how good it felt to have me in you." Shizuo blushed as he looked down upon his dejected guest.
The raven haired man covered his face shyly still hoping a chasm would open up and swallow him, at least then he'd be able to hide from this man's intense chocolate gaze. He remembered saying those things at the command of the Shizuo in his dream but to think he said it out loud. "I…I'm sorry you had to hear that." Izaya mumbled burying his face in the closest available pillow.
Shizuo pulled Izaya by his arm to face him; Izaya turned his head refusing to look into his host's eyes. "Hey it's embarrassing but not offensive, so don't worry about it so much flea. Now get up I'm a make breakfast." Shizuo pulled his guest out of bed and into the kitchen.
"You're the guest so what you wanna eat?" Izaya looked over at Shizuo the shock evident on his face. He couldn't believe what was more shocking the fact Shizuo was making breakfast or that he hadn't kicked him out by now.
Shizuo glared back when he got no response only to meet eyes with a very confused gaze. "What?" He growled "I know I'm a hot head, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to be hospitable." Izaya smiled, it was a sincere smile not that iconic smirk Shizuo was used to seeing, and it took the blonde aback. "Well what you wanna eat?" Shizuo asked again turning back to his stove.
"Scrambled eggs are fine." Izaya walked over to Shizuo rolling up his sleeves, making his host raise a suspicious brow. "I'm helping okay I don't think you have much experience in the kitchen, am I right?"
Shizuo's brow furrowed as he retorted, "And you do?" Izaya shrugged.
"I used to make my sister's lunch and stuff when I was still living at home so yea, I'd say I have the upper hand in the kitchen." Izaya nudged Shizuo playfully, the blonde did the same, but his playful nudge almost knocked his guest over. Shizuo caught his hand helping him gain his balance again.
The blonde felt a jolt run through his arm making him drop Izaya's hand almost as soon as he had held it. "Sorry about that I'm not that good at holding back." Shizuo flushed embarrassed, making Izaya smile again.
"its cool nothings broken so I'm alright." Izaya walked over to the fridge grabbed 6 eggs, some milk, and butter. "You have a skillet?" He asked as he looked through the small kitchen for the item needed to cook.
Shizuo pulled a skillet from the pantry above him and flashed it to the informant triumphantly. Izaya just chuckled and instructed him to place it on the stove. Shizuo turned the dial to six on his stove and placed the skillet over the flame that sprung from it.
"Alright, now we need to mix the eggs with the milk in a bowl. You do have cereal bowls right?" Izaya teased Shizuo pulled out a bowl from its corresponding pantry and handed it to his guest. Izaya then cracked the eggs, two at a time, letting them plop into the bowl. Once all six were in he stirred them up with a fork. "Hand me the milk." He said a hand held out; Shizuo gave him the milk and watched as Izaya stirred it in with the eggs seamlessly.
"Wow I guess you do have the upper hand when it comes to cooking huh?" Shizuo mumbled as he gazed at Izaya. The latter was so lost in his task he hadn't even heard, so he just stepped over to the skillet and rubbed the butter over its hot surface, making a gratifying sizzle resound through the apartment.
"Alright it's ready." The informant smiled and poured the contents of the cereal bowl into the skillet making another sizzle resonate through the room. Shizuo just walked over to his breakfast bar leaned back to have a better view of Izaya in his element.
When the raven haired man looked up from his task to reach for a pinch of salt and pepper he was met with an intense set of chocolate eyes. The wave of heat that flowed through him was assurance enough that he was turning tomato red again; Shizuo's small smirk was just further proof.
"C...Can you hand me some salt and pepper please?" Izaya's gray eyes darted back to his cooking; his hands idly mixed the contents of the skillet as Shizuo sprinkled in some salt and pepper.
"Is that enough?" The blonde asked the blushing raven who just nodded in response. The latter's face was now only a light shade of pink as he mixed the eggs again as they solidified.
"Okay this is just about ready so," Izaya looked up again to see Shizuo still staring at him intently. Their eyes met and Izaya lingered there but ultimately looked away. "N...now we need some plates, can you get those?" Izaya stuttered Shizuo's gaze was just too much that it knocked him senseless.
Shizuo nodded and pulled two plates out of his pantry. He set them on the table right across from each other. Izaya walked over to the table filling a plate with fluffy pale yellow eggs and then the next, Shizuo just hovered over watching him the whole time.
Izaya placed the skillet in the sink and sat down at the table, Shizuo sat as well. "Oh wait I forgot about the forks my bad." Izaya said about to stand but Shizuo was already on his feet pulling out their utensils from a small drawer. "Thanks Shizu-chan."
"I should thank you instead," Shizuo muttered as he handed his guest a fork. "You did do most of the work for this." Izaya blushed when his hand brushed over Shizuo's as he took his fork.
"You can thank me after you've tasted my cooking, you might not even like it." Shizuo sat down again shaking his head.
"No there's no way this won't taste good I could see how much you liked, I'd even say loved making this, so there's no way for it not to taste good." Izaya blushed and took his first bite of his breakfast. The blonde across from him smiled at his bashful reaction, and took his first forkful of food.
Shizuo began to chew but slowly came to a stop. Izaya looked up at his host and was shocked by what he was faced with. Shizuo Heiwajima the strongest man in Ikkebukuro was tearing up in front of him.
"Sh…Shizu-chan?... See I knew you wouldn't like it, you don't have to eat it, it's okay." Izaya muttered as he reached to clear Shizuo's plate, but his hand was stopped mid-reach.
"Don't move that plate." Shizuo ordered making a sweet shiver run through Izaya. Shizuo released his guest and continued to eat his breakfast. Every once in a while Shizuo reached up to wipe a stray tear from his eyes.
"Hey Shizu-chan if it's bad you don't have to eat it really just let me throw it away." Izaya mumbled tears welling up in his eyes as well. He averted his eyes from his gracious host and when he looked back Shizuo's plate was empty.
"If you think I would give this food up you have another thing coming Izaya-kun. These are seriously the best scrambled eggs I've ever eaten in my life. Kasuka's chefs can't even compare to your cooking." Shizuo grinned making Izaya blush again.
"I'm glad you liked it Shizu-chan." Izaya scratched the back of his neck nervously Shizuo walked over to the smaller man and ruffled his raven hair.
"So you serious about what you told me last night?" The blonde asked, Izaya's eyes widened and he nodded in response. "Well, I have a resolution too you know." The raven looked up at his host and asked.
"What's your resolution Shizu-chan?" Shizuo looked down at his guest and bent down so their faces were a hairs breath apart. "Sh..Shizu-chan what are…?"
Shizuo smiled and walked away from his flushed guest "It was not to explode when I see you anymore. I honestly was gonna try to avoid you to accomplish that but I guess I can't huh?"
Izaya frowned as he watched his blonde monster put on his everyday close. "Why won't you be able to then?" He asked rising from his seat at the table.
"Well because I can't really avoid someone I like can I?" Izaya was stopped in his tracks when he registered what his host had just said. "We should hang out more Izaya-kun, I never really gave you a chance to begin with did I? I mean Shinra told me, we would get along if we weren't trying to kill each other every time we met. Who would have guessed he'd be right." Shizuo chuckled as he walked back to the kitchen.
When he reached the entryway he saw little crystals gleam as they fell from Izaya's flushed cheeks. Shizuo walked over to his guest and lifted his head up by his chin. When they were finally face to face he leaned down and gave the informant a small peck on his forehead. "There's no need to cry Izaya-kun." He mumbled Izaya nodded wiping at his eyes.
"I'm just happy is all eheh." Izaya hugged Shizuo closely and the latter returned the gesture, as gently as he could. Izaya's eyes scanned the room and found a clock ticking in the corner it was 10:45 in the A.M. which meant he had to get going. "I have to go for now. Namie is probably waiting for me at the office but we could hang out later."
Shizuo ruffled his guest hair and smiled. "Alright see you later I guess, I'll just be here." Izaya nodded and got dressed, with a final wave goodbye he walked out into the cold winter air a faint blush covering his cheeks.