Characters: Shizuo x Izaya

Rating: M

Full Summary: Izaya developed a horrible drug addiction and after a bad trip, is being put through treatment. The man that he's forever fawned over decides to be the supporting friend needed for the treatment. AU Shizaya.

"Same as always for you?" Shizuo smiled, as he greeted a pair of regulars, watching as they took the same seat their bodies always occupied. The couple nodded, and Shizuo spun on his heel and headed towards the kitchen. He called back the order to the cook, and then let out a huff, leaning over the counter while waiting for the order to be prepared. The day was just about as slow as it ever had been, the same few people showing up, and some faces actually missing from the crowd. His eyes went unfocused as he zoned out, his mind completely empty it felt like. He left out a yawn, stretching slightly, and glancing out of the corner of his eye to see if the food was up yet.

This morning had gone a lot easier for him than expected, but in a way it worried him. Izaya was already awake by the time his alarm went off, and Shizuo suspected that he didn't get any sleep over the night. Although Izaya looked rather refreshed after he had showered and gotten ready, he didn't look very good to Shizuo. They left the building without a word to each other and arrived at the blonds work place without speaking as well. Shizuo thought maybe he just needed a little space, but he was beginning to feel like that wouldn't be a good idea.

There was this nagging feeling that had been annoying Shizuo ever since Izaya's cravings had started to kick in. He couldn't figure it out, but he knew it was something bad. This whole treatment thing was going to turn into the worst decision of Shizuo's life, and the blond could feel it bubbling inside of him. His instincts were yelling at him to just go. Forget everything you promised to do and just leave. Get yourself out of the mess before it started. Leave it to the professionals to take care of the problem, not you. You're not a doctor, you can't fix him. He can't even be fixed and you know that. Let him live in his life of destruction and chaos, and you stay in your peace and quiet.

But this other side of him was interpreting that bubbling feeling in an entirely different way. He could never do something like that, it was unorthadox. Completely inhumane. There would be no way in the world Shizuo would ever leave his best friend to fend for himself. He knew that regardless of what happened, or how useless he was in the situation, Shizuo would do anything in his power to help.

But then again...

Was this really helping?

Ding "Order up." Shizuo snapped out of his thoughts, and brought his body into motion, retrieving the order of his last customers, and bringing it delightfully to their table, throwing in a casual conversation with them. The couple reacted in the same sense, and with the nods of their heads, Shizuo was sent off to take care of other business.

The blond let out a huff, stretching and then rolled on his heels. Everything he needed to do had already been accomplished, so... Should he bother Izaya...?

His eyes trailed over to the little corner he was always found at and bit back a smile as their eyes locked. Only a second later did Izaya snap his gaze away elsewhere, pretending to be focusing on what was on his computer screen over what he had been observing. Shizuo shrugged, figuring that no harm could come from bothering him just a little it.

Besides, he was out of coffee anyway.

"How you feeling?" Shizuo asked as he slipped into the chair set across from Izaya, switching out the empty mug for a fresh new one. Izaya eyed the fresh coffee, and swiftly clamped his fingers around the handle, bringing it towards his lips. "Mm'. " He hummed as he sipped on the drink. With a lick of his lips, he set the mug down and then went back to typing away.

"I'm feeling alright, I suppose."

"You haven't felt any..cravings?" Shizuo pushed.

Izaya shook his head. "Nope. I think the coffees helping a lot." He looked away from his screen and stared at the blond. "How about you?"

Shizuo let out a sigh. "It's really fucking hard man." The blond drummed his fingers on the table, closing his eyes. "Lately, I've been alright, but it's almost second nature for me to grab a cigarette out and light it. I never realized how often I did it until now."

"Sucks, doesn't it?" Izaya breathed.

"..." Shizuo bit his lip. "It's for the better though."

"...I sometimes don't think so..." Izaya mumbled, more to himself than to anyone.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The blond asked, eyebrow arched upward.

"It means that I sometimes don't think that quiting is for the better." Izaya repeated.

The blond shook his head. "Don't start with that shit, Izaya. You know what I meant."

Izaya rolled his eyes and took another drink from his coffee, taking the mug and placing it in front of Shizuo. "If you have nothing better to do than bother me, go get me another refill and be useful to this place for once."

Shizuo stared at him for a long moment, Izaya doing his best to ignore the daggers he sent him. He didn't really think that was uncalled for, did he? Give Izaya some credit, he had to get up early, he hasn't had a hit in over two weeks, and on top of that, he had to sit here for eight hours working. Izaya did not like the sudden change that he was being thrown into, and the crabbiness he displayed definitely agreed with it. The blonds angry eyes on him didn't do anything but agitate him more. "What?" Izaya finally said, looking away from his screen.

Shizuo shook his head. "You are unbelievable..."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you're unbelievable. Am I just wasting my time with you?" Shizuo asked, while Izaya's eyes shot downward. "I'm doing everything I can to make sure you're comfortable and you act like such a dick. "

"Then why don't you just stop? I didn't ask for your help in the first place."

"I'm beginning to wonder why I haven't yet..." Shizuo breathed out, grabbing the empty mug of coffee and taking it with him towards the kitchen area, leaving Izaya with the new one Shizuo brought.

Izaya's eyes followed his retreating back, his jaw clenched tight. Once the blond was out of sight, the raven haired man felt his eyes burn and his fingers twitch. He couldn't take this anymore. It was using up all of his energy to keep from screaming, to keep this craving down. There had to be some way he could get a hit. There had to be someone that could get it to him..

Izaya glanced at his coffee mug, bringing it in front of him, and then looking at the sugar packets that were set up nicely on the table. The caffeine wasn't enough to keep him fully awake, and as much as he disliked sugar, it'd at least help give him that mock kick he needed. He fingered the sugar packet for a moment, before tearing open the top and pouring it over into his coffee.

His eyes widened as he watched the sugar pour out of the packet, body freezing instantly. This was it.

This was exactly how he would get his hit...

But...How would he make that work?

Dropping the packet on the table and completely neglecting his coffee, Izaya pulled open his email, added his top contact, and found himself staring at the blank message. What did he tell him? He couldn't type it in the actual message, what if Izaya got caught, and they investigated his computer? He'd get this man in trouble as well and he couldn't have that.

Glancing around the small cafe, Izaya stared at couples, and loners, table, and tiles, just about everywhere he could to try and get an idea. His eyes landed Shizuo, and his heart slammed hard in his chest. They were supposed to be quitting this together, what on earth was he doing?

No.

What on earth was that idiot doing? He had just said himself that he was wasting his time, how fun would it be to prove him right? This would be his fault. He didn't know what he got himself into, he didn't know how quickly he was destroying Izaya. He had no clue at all.

When he found out, Izaya wanted it to hit him so hard that he couldn't stand. He wanted that idiot to realize that he can't just walk into someone's life, do what he's done, and then try to play the hero when the mess was their fault in the first place.

It was, it was all his fault. Izaya was just so depressed and it was all his fault. He never, ever, ever, would have touched those drugs if it weren't for him. If Shizuo didn't do what he had done to him, then Izaya could've stayed sober. He could've stayed in reality, but no, Shizuo just had to go and fuck that up.

Izaya's eyes snapped to the computer screen, thinking of the perfect way to play this out. Satisfied, he typed a simple message, one to let the other man know that this was important. Something simple.

I need a hit.

And that was it.

"I couldn't do it.. I don't know what happened, but when I went to talk to him, my nerves just went crazy..." Shizuo breathed out, running a hand through his bleached hair. "I started re-thinking everything me and you talked about, and then I started questioning myself too..

Izaya fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his heart thudding against his ribcage and his eyes tearing up slightly. He was afraid to let out a breath, in case he choked and began sobbing, so he held it instead.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Why was he saying all that? It was supposed to be different, Shizuo should be talking about how he was single again, not still with Tom! Izaya had been talking to Shizuo for the past week now about ways to break up with his boyfriend. He had given so much advice, poured out so much help, said everything he could to straighten out Shizuo's feelings, and yesterday Shizuo was supposed to see him. He was supposed to see him and break up with him. End their relationship. Go back to being friends. Not still together.

"He noticed something was up though.." Shizuo sighed. "And I spilled the whole thing to him.. I told him how I hated that we were so awkward with each other, and how I felt like it was just a forced relationship, all that jazz. I even told him how I planned on breaking up with him..." Izaya didn't want to hear this, not unless it ended with Shizuo being single. He would've asked him to continue regardless, but he was having a hard time breathing currently. It didn't matter, Shizuo kept going anyway. "It felt great getting all of that out there...It really did." A smile spread across his lips. "And you know what? We had a pretty intense conversation. He felt the same way too, about us being awkward, just didn't know how to change it..." The blond laughed slightly. "We did some st-.." Shizuo blushed and then cleared his throat. "Er, changed some things yesterday.. And I don't think I've ever been this happy before."

"C-changed?" Izaya stuttered, doing his best to stop himself from shattering completely. This was wrong. So, so, so wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Izaya should be confessing himself right now, he should be helping Shizuo get over his break up, and telling him just how brilliant of a person he is. How funny, and enjoyable he is. How beautiful, and charming, and so god damn perfect he is. He should be telling Shizuo just how hard he had fallen in love with him, not slowly breaking from this.

"Uh," Shizuo blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sure that's stuff better left unsaid." He chuckled.

What was that noise? That breaking? Was that his heart? It was, wasn't it? It was shattering into pieces right now. "You had sex..." Izaya breathed.

Shizuo blinked staring at him. "W-well to be blunt..." He cut off, ignoring the previous comment. "Izaya, are you alright?"

"I have to go." Izaya spat out, grabbing his things and quickly running away from that place. He faintly heard Shizuo calling after him, but the cracking that rang in his ears over powered it.

He ran until he found himself alone. It wasn't home, but he didn't think he could make it that far regardless. His knees gave in on him, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes overflowing with tears. He cried, and cried, and cried, bringing his knees close to him, and burying his face in on them. His face was red, his eyes on fire, but it didn't stop him from crying anymore. He had never cried so hard in his life, and it wasn't even helping.

This pain that thundered through him so god damn loudly hurt so badly. No amount of phsycial injury could match it. It was killing him and he couldn't take it. Izaya threw his head backwards, taking in a breath and doing what he could to calm himself. He blinked away the tears that flowed at a softer rate now, taking in just where he was.

His eyes scanned over the dirty back alley way, realizing how bad of an area he had brought himself to. Actually if he remembered correctly, Shiki wasn't too far from here was he?

Izaya wiped away his tears, and pulled out his cell phone, scrolling through his contacts before finding what he needed and dialing it. It rang only twice before the other man answered. "Shiki. It's Izaya... I need some help forgetting some things..."

"Ah! Ahh, m-more" Izaya moaned, thrusting his hips backwards as his grip tightened around the grip of the arm rest he was currently being fucked over. "Ooooh!" He mewled, fingers gripping onto his hips and pulling him further back into pleasure.

" C'mon, Izaya...You can do better than that." Izaya turned his head slightly to look at the man that was currently pounding into him. He chuckled as he watched Shiki smile down at him, clenching his rectum around the older man's length as a way to bring his attention back towards the sex.

Shiki let out a hefty breath as he thrusted himself further into the lithe body underneath him, his hands traveling away from his hips and up his stomach. Izaya pushed back against the man, rolling his hips to create more friction between. "Nngh- Shiki please! Ah!" The pace of the mans thrusts sped up, Izaya's prostrate receiving a brutal pounding from him, and within mere moments, his whole body was racked with pleasure, his cheeks burning and heart pounding loudly as he came. "Ahh! Ooh" Izaya choked out as Shiki rode out his own orgasm.

Shiki pushed Izaya away from him, setting himself onto the couch as he adjusted himself, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes. Izaya laid still for a moment, focusing on his breathing as well as trying to keep his mind in the high it was in, instead of letting it go back to the subject that brought him here in the first place.

It only took a flash of the blond to cross Izaya's mind for him to become instantly furious. He sat up, pulling his clothes back on and then throwing his head into his hands. Shiki watched with a blank expression as the informant dealt with his inner conflict. He let a puff of smoke out and then turned to one of the many body guards stationed around them. With a wave of his hand, one specific man rushed to his side, bringing along with him a black box. "You know, Orihara. I have more than one way to help you in forgetting things..." He stated, pushing the box towards the pale man.

Izaya merely glanced at the box before shoving back towards Shiki. "I don't want it."

"Alright." Shiki chuckled. "Don't say I didn't offer my help though..."

Izaya brought his head out of his face, looking at the man, and then down at the box. One hit wouldn't hurt, would it?

A/N: Look, I give you smuts. Maybe not the kind of smut you wanted buuuuttt... yeahh.

Well isn't this nice? The part with Izaya and Shiki was still in the past. I feel like I've been making it rather confusing switching from present to past in almost every chapter now. Anyway, I actually didn't even have the whole ShikixIzaya part at all, and had just left it off with the phone call... Oh well. I'm sorry once again that my updates are so slow with this fic, but I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter, so hopefully that will change :D This update was a LOT shorter than my general updates, so I hope you can forgive me D: Onto Reviews!

reviews:

aannnon: Hah! Here's some smut xD Though, I understand you lovely readers really enjoy smut, I don't plan on altering my story to those demands. There will be some in the story, but aside from the above, it probably won't be happening for a few more chapters. But when it happens, it's going to happen. And a lot of that too. So I hope this tid-bit will suffice until it really comes, and I'm sorry that you have to suffer for the time being while reading this, but I do appreciate it! I really do!

momo: I always feel so bad for my long updates because you always seem so excited when you review Dx I will have quicker updates D I WILL!

Also, if you guys are interested, and have a tumblr, there's a blog that's dedicated to Shizaya fanfictions. It's shizayafanfictions_tumblr_com (The link is also in my profile) I posted it in another story of mine also, figured I'd post about it here as well.

Thanks for reading and sorry for the long Author's Note. I love you guys ;w;

Dextris.