Chapter 6: Sweet Interlude

Izaya woke up the next morning, blearily blinking his eyes. He yawned and tried to sit up just barely managing to push himself up against the headboard. He stretched a little even though the action cause him to wince in pain. Once that was done, he looked to his side and found Shizuo asleep in a chair next to him.

Seeing the younger man's face reminded Izaya of what had happened the night before. In response, a light pink hue appeared on his cheeks. The brunet shuffled a little as he watched the enforcer's peaceful expression. Seeing such an unguarded look on the man's face had Izaya leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.

At the touch, Shizuo found himself returning to consciousness. After a moment, he sensed the contact on his mouth. 'Soft...just like Izaya's lips...Wait...is someone kissing me?' the blond thought to himself. He opened his eyes, only to see his roommate, who had his own closed as he kissed him.

Shizuo blushed in response, but once he felt the older male start to pull away, he stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek. Izaya's eyes snapped open in surprise as he came face to face with a pair of slightly amused brown ones. The color on his face darkened as his lids fell shut once more. Shizuo kissed his partner for a few more moments before finally releasing him.

He smirked at the Orihara. "Well, good morning to you too Izaya." he told the man, grin widening just a bit as the other looked away bashfully.

"S-Sorry Shizu-chan. I just-" he was interrupted by the man pecking his lips. He then pulled back with a small smile.

"Relax, I'm not mad. In fact, I think I could get used to you doing that." he replied, lightly teasing the amnesiac. The comment made Izaya bite his lip and look away with a slight smile. Shizuo laughed before standing up to stretch his cramped muscles. He looked at Izaya.

"Hey, you hungry?" he asked the man. The Orihara nodded in response, prompting the enforcer to leave to make food for the two of them. Once he was alone for a few minutes, Izaya forced himself out of bed. He grabbed a blanket off the bed to wrap himself up in to help stop the shivers that wracked his frame. Even as he felt the room sway around him a bit, the former informant made his way toward the kitchen.

The red eyed man shuffled into the room, stopping just inside the doorway. He watched silently as Shizuo made his way around the kitchen. The man was making chicken noodle soup for his guest and some eggs for himself. As he turned around to grab an ingredient, he noticed his audience. The blond paused what he was doing.

"Izaya? What are you doing out of bed?" he asked walking towards the invalid. The brunet looked at his caretaker with a subdued smile. "Sorry Shizu-chan. I just…wanted to be around you." he told the younger.

The enforcer couldn't help the small flutter of his stomach from the man's words. He covered it up however. Shaking his head, he walked over to the invalid, guiding him to a chair. Once Izaya was seated, Shizuo grabbed the soup he'd made and placed it in front of the brunet.

"Eat as much as you can, but don't force yourself. I'm not going to get angry this time." he told the Orihara. Izaya nodded and smiled at Shizuo. He quietly thanked the blond before starting to eat.

In the meantime, Shizuo finished making his own breakfast and sat across the table from his ward. The two ate in silence for a while before Izaya put down his spoon and stared at the younger man.

"Um, Shizu-chan?" he asked shyly. Said male looked up at his roommate curiously, pausing in his eating. The brunet averted his eye for a moment before looking back up at his caretaker.

"I, uh, I just wanted to...say thanks for everything you've done for me. You've been taking good care of me for the last few weeks and I appreciate it." he told the younger man, giving him a closed eye smile. Shizuo blinked at the unexpected gratitude before growing slightly flustered from the praise.

"You're, uh, welcome." he told the brunet, unsure of what to say. The brunet opposite him chuckled a bit before gesturing to the blond. Shizuo looked at him curiously and came closer. A gentle smile covered the amnesiac's cheeks.

"You've got something on your face. I wanted to get it for you." he told the enforcer. He then leaned up and licked the man's cheek, cleaning off the bits of egg on his face. Shizuo's eyes widened slightly in surprise before a deep blush erupted on his cheeks.

"I-Izaya…" he breathed out, dazed by the older man's bold actions. Said male pulled back with a happy grin.

"That tasted pretty good. Shizu-chan is a great cook." he complimented his partner. The blond was still in mild shock at what the brunet had done. He blinked as he registered the Orihara's compliment.

"Um, thanks I guess." he replied. Izaya nodded and returned to eating his soup, acting as if nothing had happened. His caretaker remained frozen for a moment as his thoughts raced. 'Izaya just...I can't believe he did that...and I liked it...What that hell...' the enforcer thought to himself as he finished his breakfast.

Not too long afterwards, the pair were done eating. Shizu stood up to collect the dishes grabbing his own before reaching over to collect his partner's. Izaya brushed him away, however. A questioning look appeared on the Heiwajima's face, which his roommate answered with another smile.

"You've been taking care of me for the last few weeks. The least I can do is help clean some of my mess." he told the blond. Shizuo shook his head.

"You're still really sick Izaya. What you need to focus on is getting better. Go back to bed. I'll come check on you when I finish straightening up." he told the other man. Stubbornly, Izaya ignored the man's advice and walked over to the sink to wash his plate.

As he walked, the cover on his shoulders trailed down on the floor. The Orihara ended up tripping over it and falling to the ground, the dish shattering on the ground beside him. Shizuo rushed over, helping the brunet sit up.

"Izaya, are you okay?" he asked in concern, looking the older man over for any injuries. The red eyed invalid shook his head. "I-I'm fine. I'm sorry for breaking the dish Shizu-chan." he said, voice small. The enforcer shook his head.

"Don't worry about that. You're bleeding." he said, holding up one of Izaya's fingers that had been cut by a slice of broken porcelain. Shizuo placed the injured digit into his mouth and started to suck on it. The sensation caused a heated blush to blanket the Orihara's cheeks. He tried to speak, but he couldn't, the somewhat erotic actions of his caretaker robbing him of his ability to formulate words.

After a few minutes, Shizuo stopped sucking, removing the finger from between his lips. He looked up at Izaya, only to discover that man was silent and flustered. Thin brows furrowed slightly in concern. "You alright? Your face is red." he asked. The former informant nodded.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I just...wasn't expecting that." he replied, looking off shyly to the side. Brown eyes widened a little as Shizuo figured out what had been bothering the brunet. A light dusting of pink appeared on his cheeks as he coughed in embarrassment.

"It was to, uh, help stop the bleeding." he said nervously. He then reached a hand to help his partner stand up after doing so himself. He moved over to a drawer and rummaged through it for a couple of minutes. He turned back to Izaya once he found what he was looking for.

"Give me your finger." he told the brunet. The older man did as he was told. The Heiwajima took a hold of it before unwrapping the item of his hand, removing the paper around the band-aid and placing it on his ward's wound. He tightly sealed it around the injury prior to doing something out of character: he kissed it.

He left go of Izaya and began to clean up the broken mess on the floor, leaving his former rival even more flushed than before. 'Shizu-chan….what are you doing to me? You make me feel so strange, but at the same time...I like it...a lot. You make me feel so warm inside...'

The sick amnesiac's thoughts were interrupted by a gentle shaking of his shoulder. His head snapped up, bringing him face to face with the subject of his thoughts.

"I've finished cleaning Izaya. We can go back to the bedroom now." Shizuo said. The Orihara nodded and went back into the aforementioned room, his caretaker close behind him. Thus, Shizuo was the only reason Izaya didn't fall on his face for the second time that morning.

The brunet felt his dizziness overwhelm him again, the sensation almost bringing him to his knees. His roommate caught him as he fell, but couldn't completely stop his fall, so he switched them around, making Izaya fall on top of him instead. The pair stayed like that as the older struggled to recover from the weak spell.

The invalid then sat up, feebly supporting himself above Shizuo for a moment until he leaned down to kiss the blond. The Heiwajima returned the liplock with the same warmth Izaya gave him before sitting up, forcing the brunet to fall into his lap as they continued to lock lips. The latter pulled away first, cheeks filled with color again. "Shizu-chan...:"

He was caught off by said male picking him up bridal style and carrying him to bed. Once he placed Izaya down, Shizuo laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around the sick male. "Just go back to sleep Izaya. We can talk later." he told the male. The older of the two nodded before shutting his eyes, thoughts filled with a certain blond.