An incessant doorbell rang over and over, prying Izaya away from sleep once more. The raven muttered something incoherent as he lifted up his head, red eyes blinking groggily to survey his surroundings. He was laying on his couch, a blanket hastily thrown over his body and some cushion resting under his head. The wine bottle still sat untouched on his kitchen counter, the empty glass placed neatly beside it. Sunlight streamed in from his large windows, indicating morning had finally arrived after a long and empty night.

The damn doorbell ringed again. Izaya hissed under his breath and got up off the couch, wondering who the hell would be over so early in the day. He didn't have any meetings schedules and he'd given Namie the week off the night before so he'd have some time to think.

What was there to think about...?

"Leave me the fuck alone."

Right.

Tugging down his grey hoodie that had ridden up his chest, Izaya frowned when he realized he was still dressed in his pajamas. The fuzzy white socks and black shorts weren't really going to help his image, were they?

Oh fuck it, he didn't give a damn about his stupid image anymore. His image as one of the most powerful and charming men in Ikebukuro clearly didn't help get Izaya the one thing he needed wanted.

Walking up to the door, Izaya peeked through the key hole to see who was on the other end. Perhaps the monster of Ikebukuro was paying him a visit to continue their unfinished fight the day before. Of course...what had Izaya been thinking? Tom couldn't really put a stop to their own unique relationship! Shizuo had just been a little frustrated, it wasn't the first time he'd been too annoyed to participate in one of their chases.

A grin grew across Izaya's face as he saw blond hair obstructing his vision from anything else. It wasn't as messy as Shizuo's...what if he took the time to brush it out before making his way over?

Growing giddy, a dreamy look overtook Izaya's eyes as he hummed softly to him. He pulled the shorts up just a tad bit higher so Shizuo would be able to see parts of his thighs, wondering how his favorite brute would respond to his uncovered legs.

"Fuck Izaya...you're so beautiful. I just want to eat you up~" Shizuo purred, his hand sliding down to squeeze his thigh playfully. The blond pushed him onto the floor, spreading his legs wide as his caramel eyes sparkled at the sight of Izaya excitedly giving him room to do as he pleased. The bodyguard lowered his head, pressing his lips against his skinny legs to give it a tiny nip.

"You're mine Izaya, and only mine." Shizuo growled possessively, teeth digging deeper as he drank in the informant's cry of pleasure.

"A-And you're mine, Shizu-chahh..." Izaya whispered, pulling his lover in for a tight hug.

He watched as the blond undid his pants, quickly reaching down to take out his big-

"Izaya! Open the door, I know you're in there!" A voice shouted, more knocks pounding against the door.

A voice that sounded way less manly than Shizuo's lulling purr. Izaya blinked as he snapped out of it, shaking his head quickly to clear his thoughts.

He opened up the door reluctantly, no longer expecting to see his enemy waiting on the other side.

There stood Kida, his short blond hair neatly straightened out as always and wearing his white hoodie. It looked quite similar to Izaya's actually, the only difference being the color.

"Why are you here, kid? I'm busy." Izaya muttered, folding his arms across his chest as he looked up and down the high schooler distastefully.

Olive green eyes blinked in confusion as the teenager let himself in without a word. Kida tilted his head at the obviously irritated informant.

"I told you I would be coming over earlier in the night on the Dollars chatroom." He explained, eyeing the informant as well.

Izaya looked...adorable. His lips formed into a pout and dark bangs covering most of his face, hair messy and unbrushed for once like a child. The oversized hoodie looked like it was about to swallow the poor thing hole, and those shorts left nothing to the imagination as Kida gazed at those delicious thighs...

The teen coughed to himself, not wanting to land in a very uncomfortable situation.

The informant finally nodding, red eyes filling with understanding as he remembered agreeing to let Masaomi over the night before.

"Ah, well not much is really happening as you can see. If you're still worried about what before I can assure you that I'm quite alright. Thanks for your concern, the door is wide open for you-"

Izaya squeaked as arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Eyes wide, the raven glanced down at Kida in shock. "Hey, hands off the merchandise please~" He teased, trying to shove away the thought of Shizuo doing the same thing to him one day.

Kida didn't let go, instead dragging Izaya over to the couch and laying down on it with him. Despite obviously being the stronger one of the two, Izaya went limp against the blond and didn't fight back. Mikado's words rang in his ears, droning on and on about how he was the 'submissive'. Tch, he really did underestimate the Dollars leader.

His breath hitched as he felt Kida's hands drop to his legs, the thumbs beginning to rub soothing circles against his skin. They didn't trail up underneath the shorts though, staying exactly where they were.

"You don't look so good, Izaya. You're paler than normal...and you have bags underneath your eyes." Kida murmured, his voice thick with worry.

Izaya rolled his eyes, not even bothering to respond to Kida. Like he'd get a good nights sleep after what happened with Shizuo. He shifted in Kida's arms, moving onto his side so there would be more room for both of them. The gang leader chose then to place his leg in between his, arms moving up to wrap around his stomach and pull him closer. Kida rested his chin on the crook of Izaya's neck, smiling softly at him.

"You should get some more sleep, I'll watch over you. And when you wake up I'll cook some breakfast for us. I'm not as great as Mikado, but hopefully it will be good." Kida murmured, not noticing how Izaya stiffened ever so slightly when their boyfriend's name was mentioned.

"I'm not hungry." Izaya mumbled, allowing his eyes to flutter shut as the blond's warmth began to invade his body. He yawned tiredly, relaxing against the blond. In his weary state, Izaya didn't notice how Kida's crotch was now pressed snugly against his posterior.

"Bullshit, you're all skin and bones! From now on I'm gonna make you eat more, you definitely need more food in you. That's non-negotiable." Kida teased, waiting for a retort from Izaya to deny.

The blond wasn't joking, it was going to be his mission to give the informant a healthier diet and help him get to a satisfactory weight.

All he got was the tiniest snore coming from the exhausted raven as he snoozed peacefully, already in a deep sleep.

Kida pressed a gentle kiss against his head, smiling down at him. "We'll have to talk more when you wake up. Sweet dreams, baby." He whispered

Hiya~! I'm FINALLY back!

So sorry for the super long wait, but I've officially returned for summer vacation. This was my last fic that I had to update, I'm finally caught up *whew*

My writer's block for 'Three is a Crowd' has ended after months and months of waiting! I lost all confidence for this story after a lot of backlash and didn't feel like continuing it for a long time.

At the beginning of writing this chapter I still really wasn't into it at all (perhaps you can tell XD ) but then I slowly started falling in love with the idea all over again!

So get ready, because this fanfiction is BACK!

See you at the next update, thanks for reading ^^