Never gonna leave this bed- Maroon 5 inspired this one.

"So fall down. I need you to trust me, go easy don't rush me."

Moonlight poured in through the open curtains, illuminating the sheets and exposed skin. Izaya shifted slightly, just enough to be able to lay his head on his lover's chest, Shizuo's breathing was calm, gentle, like it always was when he was asleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest made Izaya smile slightly and he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked at the other.

Shizuo's skin was littered with marks, some old, some from only hours ago. They contrasted almost perfectly with his skin and Izaya had to fight down the urge to touch them. He settled for staring, watching the rise and fall of Shizuo's chest, eyeing the blonde's messy hair and slightly parted lips.

Their relationship wasn't perfect. It was far from it, really. They'd gone most of their lives fighting and they still did. They argued over everything, from what to watch in the evening or who got to shower first in the morning. Their fights ranged from light bickering to full out war, just like the old days, where vending machines and cars were thrown across streets while Izaya fled as fast as he could. No, they didn't argue on many things. They argued and fought, but they were crazy about each other.

Every fight, no matter how long it stretched, always resulted in an apology. Izaya would kiss Shizuo senseless, hands caressing the blond's hair or stroking his cheeks. Shizuo would cling to him, murmuring apologies and half hearted complaints between kisses.

It wasn't like either of them had expected this to be easy, anyways.

Shizuo shifted, blinking his eyes open a little. He arched an eyebrow at the other, voice gruff and tired, "What the hell are you looking at?"

"You." Izaya replied simply.

Shizuo blushed, as he always did. Truthfully, Shizuo wasn't sure what Izaya saw in him. He didn't see himself as anything special, remarkable or anything else. He was horrible and violent and, really, he didn't think he deserved to be the one Izaya kept confessing his love to.

Izaya saw those thoughts swimming in the blond's eyes and leaned down, kissing his lips softly. "Ne, what's with the look?"

"There's no look," Shizuo mumbled, lips brushing against Izaya's as he spoke. He hesitated and stared into curious eyes, the smallest of smiles tugging at his lips. "I'm serious."

Izaya hummed softly, kissing the other's lips again. "I love you."

Shizuo shifted, an arm wrapping around Izaya to pull the raven on top of him. "...I love you, too."

It had taken Izaya a long time to be able to say those words, and even longer to get Shizuo to believe them. Their rocky relationship had it's bad days, some of which Izaya didn't like to think about. He didn't think he deserved Shizuo's affection, which was why it was so absurd to him that Shizuo was the one thinking he didn't deserve this.

Izaya was cold at times, calculating and sometimes down right rude. He had given Shizuo more than enough reasons to hate him and yet...

It baffled his mind.

They weren't perfect. They both knew that, accepted it.

"Go to sleep, Shizu-Chan."

They didn't really care, though, because even though they fought and screamed, they still loved each other with all they had. Izaya could live with that and as he pressed a final kiss to Shizuo's collar bone, he wondered if maybe they could stay in bed for the rest of forever.

A bit happier than the previous ones.