Hey guyssssss! So this chapter was edited by Blackrose414. She's the best! TYVM! The next chapter will also be up as soon as she is done with it. XD
Shizuo had been laying there for a while now, barely moving, almost as if not to wake the flea. The room was cold and they were bundled together. He needed to turn off the air conditioner but he REALLY didn't want to wake Izaya. Waking him would mean he would have to face the events that the informant would either conveniently forget or deny to the fullest extent. What could he say? 'You begged me to do it with out talking?'
Shizuo rolled his eyes while deep in thought. Everything Izaya had been doing and going through was all due to the blonde's commands. It was clear that Shizuo liked Izaya when he was in that state and he couldn't help but feel like they had a few things in common even if they were small. Izaya and the blonde would steal food from Shinra, as he cooked pretty often. Izaya would smirk at Shizuo as he snuck behind the illegal doctor and take the food. Shinra would scold the both of them and then go about cooking. Maybe that was the only thing, but then there was this whole control thing...
He thought about all the things the flea did when he wasn't under 'the blush effect.' If you look at just those things, could you say that Izaya liked him? Even if it was just the smallest bit? Shizuo felt like he really needed to know. Was it only 'the blush effect' that drove him to act this way? Or was it what started it?
'But Izaya looked so happy yesterday when he was out with 'his humans' and attempting to be more of his-self... though he couldn't talk... and he was still under a command...'
Then Shizuo remembered that reluctant smile whenever Shizuo petted him. Maybe he did like him, even if it was just the smallest bit.
'He did snuggle up to me and say thank you... even if he didn't remember it.'
Shizuo was deep in thought, he absently ran his fingers through the raven hair that was planted in odd directions on his chest.
'So soft..'
Would Izaya like him, even if he wasn't forced to? Would he ever want to be with him of his own accord?
'No commands today...'
Shizuo thought about whether or not Izaya would ever do anything like the night before on his own. He wondered if the flea could ever want him.
He shifted his eyes down as he sighed 'Probably not..'
The blonde's mind was recalling the events... how Izaya called his name when he released. How good it felt to hear his voice make those sweet sounds no one knew the informant could make.
Shizuo was now ghosting a finger in circles on said informant's back, feeling the smooth pale skin beneath his fingertips. Shizuo really did not hate this at all, waking up warm even though it was cold outside of the blanket. Waking with someone, he felt comfortable even when he knew it was the sly smirking evil behind every rock and down every alley of Ikebukuro.
All of the feelings he had previously for Izaya had faded the other day... if he could recall properly, he would have to say that the transformation was complete when the flea said 'thank you' and slept in his lap.
"...Nnn..."
The blonde's thought process was interrupted by a sound and the repositioning on his chest. Shizuo continued to move his hand on the pale back of the body cuddled to him. It almost felt normal... all of this almost felt normal.
He looked down to see a faint smile building on the informants lips. What does the infamous Orihara Izaya dream about? Or is he just that comfortable? Or maybe he likes the touch?
Izaya stirred a bit more, he placed a leg over the blonde's lower half... and then something touched his thigh. This was normal for men when they woke up, though, so no big deal, right? Shizuo had already been awake for some time so his own morning wood had already faded but after feeling the flea against him, his soft skin, soft hair, soft sound... it was back.
Izaya shuddered a bit at the contact that his bare member made with Shizuo's pajama pants and he grinded his hips lightly and lazily for more friction.
"...Uh..." A small moan escaped the smaller man's lips as the blonde froze.
'No, no, no... not now. He'll wake and be disappointed.'
Shizuo's leg moved on it's own to press against the body curled to him and he listened to the light moans as the hips lazily grinded back into him. Every time the informant pushed forward, his leg would rub against the erection hidden in the blonde's pants. Was he still sleeping?
"...mmm..." Shizuo accidentally let a small moan escape his lips.
Izaya's eyes fluttered open slowly as he ground his hips one last time and their eyes met. Izaya's eyes widened just a bit and then slowly looked over Shizuo's chest as he raised his head. His cheeks went pink and he lifted himself away from the man.
The blonde was just starring, he waited for a reaction. He watched as the form looked over him and then raised himself to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping the covers around himself. Shizuo could see the bruises that had gone from a dark red to purple now. He looked stiff as he moved but he knew that the flea would try his best to hide the pain.
Shizuo didn't know what to do... should he say something? Would that even help? He noticed the informant shiver a bit as the blanket fell off of his shoulder but he seemed to stiff to fix it himself.
The blonde reached over and pulled the blanket back up on his shoulder and got out of the opposite side of the bed. He grabbed a towel and headed over to the informant, placing it neatly next to him.
"Umm... here... you probably want a shower..."
Izaya hid his face by his bangs. Even though he didn't make a huge reaction it was clear that he remembered the night before.
"Yeah...thanks." He replied quietly.
"The master bathroom is right behind you on the right, the left is a closet..." Then Shizuo turned and left the informant to his privacy.
He paced back and forth in the living room for a while before remembering to turn off the a/c. He could hear the shower running by now and decided that he was at least thinking pretty clearly, even though this whole situation was just flat out awkward. Where would they go from here?
Shizuo had pledged to himself that there would be no commands today. He needed questions answered and this was the only way. He couldn't just ask.
The blonde continued to pace back and forth before ultimately deciding that he would make them some breakfast and he would be taking the flea to work with him again.
=.=
The water flowed over him. He did indeed recall the night before... in excruciating detail.
'How embarrassing.' He thought.
He was confused. How come the blonde didn't push him away? Say he was disgusting? Just let him be and take care of it himself?
'Did he like seeing me in that state?'
The informant was covered with a harsh blush, how could he face the day? How could he face Shizuo? He had already seen him... and he didn't seem embarrassed. He didn't seem like he wanted to make fun of him for his actions either.
'This is going too far, at least I have my voice back...'
Izaya hung his head in the water, the smell of Shizuo's usual body wash filling his nose.
"Nngh... hah...ahhnnn...hah...Shi.. ShizUAHHH!" It was a flash, a memory. Izaya's eyes closed as his member leaked and he scoffed at himself. How could he act so shamelessly and in front of his own worst enemy. He reached a hand down and slowly stroked himself, the other hand pressed against the wall of the shower. Izaya's eyes opened slowly only to get a glimpse of the kiss marks on his chest causing more flashes of the night before to go through his mind. He pumped himself faster as he rested his forehead on the tiles of the shower wall.
"...Nnn...Shiz...u..."
He shamefully whispered the name as he came watching his result wash down the drain. He couldn't help but feel like his life was a lot less complex before he came up with this stupid plan. He wouldn't find himself acting like the humans he laughed at, yet adored. Would he have given perverted requests? Would he have asked Shizuo to act so lewd?
'Though he never asked me to...'
'Yeah, eventually.' Even though he agreed to himself he knew that it would have only been for his amusement or Shizuo's humiliation. It was the same thing either way.
Izaya felt this huge urge to turn everything around and try to move things back to normal. He still felt the want to troll the poor blonde but at the same time he felt guilt.
'So... how do I deal with the fever today? I doubt he'll want to be around me after last night...'
=.=
Shizuo finished up breakfast and placed the dishes on the table. He made some tea and was placing it on the table when he heard his bedroom door open. In the doorway stood an informant wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, looking in the opposite direction of the blonde. Shizuo noticed the kiss marks on his chest amongst the bruises and quickly looked away, doing his best to hold back the blush trying to color his cheeks.
"Umm... I don't know where my clothes are."
The blonde quickly remembered that he had placed his clothes in the hamper and he wouldn't have any spares here.
"Oh, umm sorry about that. They're in the hamper. I think I have some old clothes you would be able to fit in."
Shizuo squeezed past the informant to the bedroom, averting his eyes from him. He rummaged in the closet for a few moments before placing a pair of pants and a t-shirt on the bed. He then turned and went back to the living room without saying another word.
After a few moments the informant emerged from the bedroom wearing the tight jeans and gray v neck t-shirt topped with his jacket, collar and blindfold. He looked like a skater kid with an obsession with fur. Shizuo smirked, Kasuka's pants looked good on him.
"Uhh, here I made breakfast."
Izaya's eyes trailed to the table and he slowly came to sit down. They began eating together in silence. Izaya sipped his tea and Shizuo couldn't help but watch him. He was still waiting for some big reaction of some sort or the flea to at least smirk in hatred or make some witty retort about the situation.
"..Mmmm... Who knew the monster of Ikebukoro could cook?" He giggled but his words were so stiff and awkward, he had never given the blonde a compliment before. This was huge and even though Shizuo was called a monster he couldn't help but feel a little bit happy. Izaya had spoken and he said he liked his cooking.
"Heh, you think so?" Shizuo chuckled lightly.
Izaya stopped his chewing, daring to look up at Shizuo. Two sworn enemies were having a civil conversation. It's not that they hadn't done this same thing many times before, but it was usually laced with at least an insult or two. He couldn't help letting a half smile creep over his face. Surprised by the involuntary action, he quickly threw on his usual smirk and continued eating.
'... and there's that sly deceitful smile again...' Shizuo thought.
Shizuo took another bite as his eyes trailed to his plate. Maybe he was just joking, trying to get my hopes up that he would actually say something nice. This is Izaya after all.
'... But what was that face a moment ago?'
Izaya finished his plate in silence, leaving Shizuo's question answered only by his unusual reaction and usual mask. Shizuo didn't feel at all relieved by this but he was at least glad that he was starting to get back to normal.
The informant left the table and stood to wash his plate in the sink. Shizuo ate his last couple of bites and followed Izaya.
"Flea, you don't have to do that." Shizuo stated rather awkwardly.
Izaya ignored him, he was a clean person and he felt grateful that the blonde made breakfast for him, so why not do a few dishes? After he was through, he collected his shoes from the bedroom floor and put them on as Shizuo dressed himself in the bathroom. After a few minutes the blonde came out and put his own shoes on as Izaya sat at the table staring blankly in space.
"Uhh, you're coming with me right?"
Shizuo knew that if he wanted to keep from making commands he would need to watch his words carefully.
"Hmm?" Izaya came back down to earth with the blonde's words."Where?"
"Work, you don't want to get sick right?"
Shizuo couldn't help but wish he knew what was going on in Izaya's head.
"Oh, right. Yes, I'll come if it's not too much trouble..."
Izaya stood and stretched, giving a slight massage to his bruised and sore muscles. He felt great today considering what he had been through since he started staying with Shinra. He wasn't clouded by heat nor fever.
Shizuo and Izaya headed out and met up with Tom. The blonde's boss smirked at seeing the 'tag-along' again today but was, again, glad to have the extra help. Of course, since it wasn't his idea he didn't even have to pay him.
Izaya was watching his humans more carefully today, not quite with a frown or a smile, but more of a blank stare. Was he planning to stay this way forever? Was he second guessing his original plan in life, downing his good humans for what they thought and felt so naively? Not even he knew.
If he was starting to become human then couldn't he predict how this all went?
The stares of the humans around them finally caught Izaya's attention. That's right, the informant and his sworn enemy were seemingly walking around the streets of Ikebukuro together without argument. They smiled and giggled and even pointed. The girls blushed, obviously thinking all the wrong things.
'Silly fan-girls... they must have read too much into the Dollars posts...' Izaya laughed inwardly, but were they wrong?
Were they wrong to think that they had built some feelings for each other? Were they wrong to think that they did things together?
Izaya blushed and stared at the ground. The blonde still didn't seem to notice their audience.
'Hmmm... I wonder~!' A devilish smile came over him for the first time of the day as they walked to the first clients home.
Izaya was indeed feeling much more like himself surrounded by his humans and not under any type of heat or fever. So he decided to push all of the real questions, assumptions, and feelings he had for Shizuo away in a corner of the infinite filing cabinets in his brain, he wouldn't let it ruin his day. Instead he conjured up some fake ones so that he could play, have some long awaited fun with his 'Dear Shizu-chan.'
Shizuo was walking ahead with Tom and having some small talk, but his brain was in a completely different place. He was speaking clearly but his thoughts were mottled up, just trying to figure out what everything meant. What did he feel? What did Izaya feel?
=.=
The trio finished the first job of the day with success, Tom very pleased and smiling brightly as Shizuo asked about the next job. As they started to walk to the next destination Shizuo froze, a familiar voice filling his ears.
"Shizu-chan~? Where are we going~?" The breath on his ear gave him shivers, as his previous erection was never tended to. The blonde gave a reaction only obvious to the informant, as he had suspected already that Shizuo hadn't relieved himself. Said blonde started walking again after a few moments, still not responding.
"Ne, Shizu-chan?" The informant whined in the crook of Shizuo's neck as the blonde attempted to shake him off.
"Two blocks down, red apartment building on the right." Shizuo's voice sounded so serious and monotone, his gaze never traveled away from the direction of his feet.
Izaya smirked as he continued following the blonde. Well, maybe this is going to be better than he thought.
=.=
After about three or four more clients, Izaya felt extremely disappointed. No matter how he tried to stir a reaction out of Shizuo, nothing happened. Other than the first time, he was unsuccessful.
On their way to the next client the informant was determined to see a reaction, determined to see that brute make some kind of indication that he did have feelings for him.
Izaya quickly moved from his position to tell Tom and Shizuo that he needed to make a pit stop, and that he would meet them at the next location. Izaya then turned and ran the opposite direction, despite the protests of the other two.
=.=
Izaya took out his phone and quickly dialed Shinra's number, "Oi, where are you?"
"AHH! Izaya! Where are you guys? I was so worried!"
"We're fine, where are you?"
"Ahh, I'm just taking care of a house call. Need something?"
"Nope, thanks! See you later."
"Oi! Wai-" The phone call was ended before Shinra could finish his sentence.
Izaya really didn't want to be asked any questions about any of it. Like where he was or what they were doing.
He went to Shinra's and gathered his things then went to Shizuo's and dropped them off. He was flushed with a fever but powered by determination while walking back to Shizuo and Tom.
=.=
After the duo finished up the job, they sat patiently waiting for Izaya to return to them.
"So, can I ask?" Tom wondered out loud.
"Nope." Shizuo calmly, but firmly responded as he blew the smoke out of his nose.
"I think I'm going insane..." the blonde thought aloud.
"Shizu-chan!" The informant called, out of breath. His cheeks were red and he was running up to them.
"I tried to tell you... 20 ft... You ran off anyway."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just needed to take care of something."
Shizuo glared back at Izaya as he stood there catching his breath.
"I'll be fine in a minute, all because of you~!" Izaya said as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the blonde's cheek.
Shizuo froze, Tom's eyes widened. The ex-bartender's cheeks were exceptionally pale as he looked down at the informant who had a smile from ear to ear. Izaya's mouth wide with a dangerously happy smile but his eyes watched Shizuo intently.
Shizuo knew exactly what those eyes were saying.
'Come on, react, show me that you like me so that I can crush you.'
All the people walking around them suddenly stopped and watched. For the first time Shizuo noticed that other people cared what happened between him and his enemy. For the first time he knew that he was being experimented on by the flea, without going berserk on him first. He knew, before the plan had worked in the informant's favor.
Shizuo realized another thing he didn't expect, he was disappointed. He felt betrayed. He knew the flea had already won but he refused to give that satisfaction to him. In this moment he knew that he liked Izaya and he wanted change their relationship of hate into something else. Changing Izaya's mind and ways was something else entirely, though. He knew he couldn't do that.
Shizuo's shocked expression was smirked at, but what Izaya didn't expect was that the bartender was completely calm. Instead he narrowed his eyes at him as if accepting a challenge.
Shizuo looked to his feet and began walking toward the next location. Tom was still standing wide eyed and ready for Shizuo to whirl the nearest vending machine or traffic sign Izaya's way, but it didn't happen. He quickly caught up to his employee's side and stayed silent.
Izaya followed but he felt uneasy. What was that expression?
'He was clearly shocked... and then... what was that? ...and the way he walked away... upset? Disappointment? Why didn't he get mad? He does like me? Seriously? Or... he doesn't like me at all, but doesn't want to hurt me? Ahhh, I don't get it!'
Izaya was actually confused for once. When it came to Shizuo, even if he couldn't predict what he would do, he could normally read his expressions as if it was posted on his forehead, but what was that?
=.=
The rest of the day was completed in mostly silence. Shizuo didn't want to talk at all. He was planning a counter attack and it was going to make an impact that even he wasn't informed of.
Vrrb Vrrb
Shizuo reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He quickly looked at his inbox to find himself horrified at how many messages Shinra had sent him. By the content of the messages he could easily imagine Shinra texting away at the speed of light, sweating, and with Celty trying to tell him that everything should be fine in the background. He really didn't want to go back to Shinra's place at the moment. He didn't really want to do anything but kill all these swarming thoughts in his head. He opted out of going to the illegal doctors place again for now.
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