A/N: Viola! Something really longer, and I guess you all would love it:) *smirking*

Because~ something~ finally~ happens~!

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Oh, and I decided it should stay in sweet form of a fluff:) (As only one of you answered my question...)

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Chapter 6

Impossible

"...ah..."

This room was engulfed in darkness. Only through the window, colorful lights of the city were dancing on a motionless figure. Person on the bed was the source of these strange sounds, gasping and clenching his teeth as if from intense pleasure every now and then.

His lips were slightly parted, his raven hairs disheveled, his small body arched as if trying to catch some invisible caress.

Suddenly, he moved. Hands were clutching onto the sheets beneath, his legs were helplessly kicking the covers off of him. His lips parted more, and, barely audible, there were words.

"D-don't go... Please..."

He moaned, quietly, sadly. He knew full well that this dream is not going to last, it'd end in a minute, like it always do, leaving him alone, upset, and, yes, oh yes, extremely aroused.

His hands still were connected to him, lying in his own, single sized bed. He knew that. He wasn't just reaching, and giving a tentative caress to that body beneath him, body, that wasn't here, he knew, but, but... Oh, well.

That dreamy dance that was coming back every night as of late, started to look more familiar, more instinctual. He was touching, making sure that his hands had been in every place possible, in complete darkness, with his eyes closed, he was learning this body by heart.

Body of the one, to his own surprise, he was helplessly in love with.

He started with caressing that face, thin lips he knew only from quiet hours of hospital night, these eyes he never seen different than sarcastic and cruel. And then, he slipped his hands lower, replacing them with his lips, nipping softly on the sensitive skin of the other man's neck.

He could feel the dream ends. He panicked. No, no, please, not yet. Just a second, a minute, just a little... He felt the other's words of plea and tried to answer, to ensure him that he want this as much, or even more than him, but he just can't...

And then, he woke up.

And then, he woke up.

Izaya was scanning his surroundings, the look of lost and despair quickly replaced by fury on his face. Again. He was doing it again. How long have it been? A week? Ever since he found out just who was his beloved one, who was visiting him in hospital, and kissing him even, he started to have those dreams. In them, he was no longer engulfed in darkness, but in light, and he could see and feel with icy clarity. And, much to his well masked despair, the dream would always end too quickly. He would only be able to kiss, maybe caress a little. Well, despite the fact that usually he was the one being caressed. Skillfully on top of that; his morning state was more than a needed prove to say that caress he was getting from this dream was really skillful.

He groaned, going out of the bed and heading for shower. It was five o'clock in the morning. He used to wake up at such an hour, but now it was due to his dreams, and he knew that. He knew, and it pissed him off to no ends.

Because his beloved one, the only person he wanted to touch, hold, talk to, was his arch nemesis, Heiwajima Shizuo.

Shizuo sat up on his bed, annoyed, looking at the front of his sleeping pants. Again. Oh, Gods that was really becoming worse and worse. And the dreams were becoming shorter, too.

He knew from the start that there is no point in starting to care for Izaya. But, an idiot he were, he not only started to care, no. He started to freakin' love his enemy. Shizuo was so pissed off of himself, he nearly wanted to leave that useless body of his and give it a really good kick. How could he be so stupid? Just how?

If it were to be just about loving, that'd be fine. But his relationship worked only when Izaya was in coma, and now, as he was awake, Shizuo couldn't even keep watching him. Because the informant hated him as usual, just as he had predicted. He proved him right last week, when they met for the first time and Izaya started his teasing.

And thus, he started to have those dreams. They would be short and vanish soon after he would dare to feel happiness from touching his beloved, even if just in a dream. And, always, always he would wake up angry, annoyed, and with something to deal with first thing in the morning.

But he couldn't do anything about it, he knew that, and that was the most annoying part. It's not like he could go and confess, unless he wanted whole Ikebukuro to laugh at him, when he would be rejected and brokenhearted. The beast of Ikebukuro was in love! With a man! And with Orihara Izaya on top of that! Isn't it just ridiculous?

Shizuo sighed, hiding his face in his hands.

"Why?" he said quietly, addressing an empty room, "Why does it have to be you, Izaya?"

Izaya was trying to concentrate. He finished his work early today, so there was not much left to do, beside eating some ootoro (he still haven't used all of discount leaflets he got in a hospital) and constantly avoiding any thoughts of Shizuo. He realized that he was calling his Shizu-chan by whole name for some time now. Was it because he knew full well how much he despises being called like that? And... Oh, damn. See? He thought of him again.

He sighed, trying to find a way out of this predicament. He would not last long, living like that. There were some options possible, of course.

First, kill Shizuo and thus have nothing more to worry about. But, he had a sneaking suspicion that his useless mind is going to think and regret more than ever after something like that, so it won't do.

Second, find another place to live and work. But, moving means he would lost all he had worked so hard to get. His contacts, his status, his silly little humans. And he really wondered if it would help anyway.

Third... That would be 'confess'. It's not like it's not possible to confess to the beast, if he would only manage to stay alive long enough to say his confession out loud. What's impossible is the positive answer from Shizuo. There is no way in hell he feels the same. So, he would end up hurt and probably laughed at. Damn. Damn. Damn it all.

And on top of that, all this situation was Shizuo's fault! He was the one who started, wasn't he?

It's all Izaya's fault! He must have planned it; there is no other option. To look so vulnerable and beautiful when asleep, to make him fall... It's all his fault!

Shizuo sighed, adjusting his glasses. So, what was he doing here again?

Ah, yes, he thought with a sarcasm. I'm going to my love's house.

He thought loud and hard about it, and came to the conclusion that it's an only option that makes sense. He would get hurt, yes, he would probably need to move from Ikebukuro, or Tokyo even, but he will finally be able to get it over with; that tie of a situation he was currently in.

Just go there, say what you've got to say, and come back. Simple as that.

He sighed once more, knowing full well that it's not going to be that simple at all. Ikebukuro never seemed so gray and gloomy before; crowd of colorless humans was drowning him, making it hard for him to breathe as he made his way to Izaya's apartment.

He was seeing the entrance already, when somebody, the one he came here for, went out. Izaya seemed quite nervous for some reason, angrily adjusting his jacket and looking around. And then, they saw each other.

For a long while, they were just staring at themselves, trying to figure out what to say or do. The one who broke the silence was Izaya.

"Could it be that you want something from me, Shizuooouuuuu-chan?" he asked, realizing his mistake, trying to cover it with his usual teasing.

"Kind of, you flea. I need some... information from you." Shizuo answered, trying to make his voice as emotionless as possible. Anyone who would listen to them would not be able to believe they were actually Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo, deathly enemies, anyway.

Informant was staring at him cautiously, almost scared. Finally, he said, "Actually, I wanted to have a word with you as well. Come in."

Once in Izaya's house, the silence continued. Neither of them knew how should he start, neither of them aware of other's confused expression.

"Izaya, I..." started the blonde, making clumsy move towards the smaller man. Izaya shook his head, interrupting him.

"No, Shi... Shizuo, if you want information, here's the charge. I wanted to ask you... Um... Were you by any chance... Visiting... me? In a hospital, I mean?"

Shizuo blushed, answering the question only with his looks. "Who told you that?"

"So... It really was you, then... I was... well, hard to say. I was in some kind of immobile state, but I was barely aware of my surroundings." Shizuo's blush deepened, and now it wasn't only him who's face was turning red. "But you... Your talk... I guess, if I had to say, I woke up thanks to you." said informant, averting his eyes, "because... I wanted to hear you... Clearly..."

Shizuo frozen. No, it was not real, it couldn't be real. Was that a... confession?

But, all these thoughts were simply vanished from his mind as, instead of answering, he pulled Izaya into a kiss, awkward, first one that they were both fully aware of. After the first shock, informant started responding, and what was once awkward and strange, now became a sweet, innocent declaration of love. They put all their feelings in that kiss. Their loneliness, their sadness, their longing for each other.

When the air became something really needed, they broke the kiss. Izaya was first to speak.

"Why? How is it possible... Do you feel the same? What is it in me you could have ever wanted?"

Shizuo responded with a smile, "No idea. I want just to know you. I want to kiss you so long I would be able to memorize every detail of your lips and tongue. I want to touch you and learn by heart every inch of your skin. I want you, Izaya. Don't ask me why."

"Never expected you to be that much of a silver tongue, Shizu-chan." answered Izaya in teasing voice. That was what he said, but, actually, he was really happy. So happy, he thought it have to be some kind of a dream.

"Shizuo. Call me by my whole name, Izaya. If you don't want to stay 'that damn flea' forever."

"And you don't want me to be damned anymore?"

"Well, I guess not." Shizuo looked at the man in his arms, drowning in these crimson pools, unable to contain his feelings anymore, "I love you."

Izaya stayed silent. He just snuggled closer to the blond, not being able to speak, trying to understand what he was saying. When they kissed again, he wasn't surprised he started to cry; his tears of happiness, of fear, were crossing their ways with Shizuo's own, and when the kiss became more tangled, Izaya was able to say just one word, breathing heavily aganist blonde's parted lips, their cheeks wet from liquid feelings.

"Impossible."

"Oh, yes, it is," answered Shizuo, holding him for a dear life.