"I think the vending machine's pulled one on you."
"What do you mean? Like, they're plotting?"
Izaya burst out laughing. It hurt a bit he could not help it.
"Oh Shizu-chan. Will you ever find out."
Shizuo peered into his eyes.
"You're making fun of me."
"No, no, I'm laughing with you. Not at you."
Which was a blatant lie but such was life. Shizuo picked him and carried him to the almost full bathtub. Steam filled the air, adding to Izaya's sense of lethargy. It amused him how carefully Shizuo placed him in the warm water and he sighed happily.
"Nice…"
Shizuo joined him in the tub and cradled him into his lap. Izaya was too comfortable to protest.
"Say, did you hear anything about the vending machines from your sources?"
Izaya slowly soaped himself. A mischievous mood was on him.
"I have heard that they are preparing to take over the city."
Shizuo nodded somberly.
"Yes, I suspected as much."
He hugged Izaya as if to shield him.
"Iza-chan, you don't have to worry. I'll protect you against the vending machines. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Izaya thought about sad kitties, very sad kitties, sad kitties weeping in the cold rain. And he still felt like cackling madly. He then remembered that the arms around him could easily break his bones and squeeze him dead which sobered him considerably.
"Thanks…that is real nice of you."
"I'm your husband after all."
Shizuo combed Izaya's hair, softly. Izaya was drifting asleep when Shizuo decided that it was confessional time.
"When I was a kid, there was this red vending machine in front of my home. I used to talk to it, it was like a friend to me. But one day I saw this older guy using my vending machine and it broke my heart."
Not for the first time in this whacky day Izaya bit his tongue to stifle a fit of laughter. The sad kitties weren't cutting it. He wondered if this odd childhood memory was also part of Shizuo's grand delusion or whether it had indeed happened.
"There, there, Shizu-chan. It's okay…everything's okay now."
"Iza-chan…"
Shizuo kissed him deeply, hands roving the naked curves of his body and pulling him in closer. Izaya's reply was a bit sloppy and lazy. The low resistance of steam and water were the only things between them. It was very comfortable to cuddle like this and it was something Izaya had never actually tried before. Just when Izaya was getting used to enjoying this Shizuo kissed him again, this time hungrily. Izaya shifted a bit and something hard was poking his thigh. He looked down.
"Hot damn, Shizu-chan. Just how many times can you get it up in a day?"
"On my off days we do it all the time…so…quite a few times. Iza-chan…I love you."
Izaya was almost used to these lame yet very earnest declarations. He was not sure he could handle another round but you only live once after all. Izaya considered his options, Shizuo would not be dissuaded. No wonder Shizuo could never keep a girlfriend for long, he probably ended up killing them with too much sex or scaring them senseless. In a way, they were a match made in heaven, Shizuo and Izaya were. Maybe Shizuo suspected that it was so subconsciously. Or maybe the vending machine was indeed having its revenge.
"Shizu-chan, can I be on top? I want to ride you…"
"It's not like you to ask so meekly."
Izaya licked his ear, snaking a tongue inside.
"I just want to take things at my own pace for once."
Shizuo nodded. He caressed Izaya's sides with fluttery touches. Izaya slid a finger inside himself and then another. The water made it much easier and the contact with Shizuo's naked body was having its effect. Izaya's libido, already very demanding in itself, was getting even more so thanks to Shizuo's crazy sex drive.
"You're so hot. So hot, Iza-chan."
Izaya reached for the shower head and brought it to his entrance. Water teased him and he was hard in no time. Shizuo devoured him with his eyes and Izaya trembled slightly. Having such a sexy beast looking at him such intensity was a huge turn-on. Izaya licked a nipple, rolling it around in his mouth and to his delight Shizuo moaned under his breath. Very low but most definitely a moan.