Part one – Meetings and growing relationships

Chapter ten

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. This is the last chapter for part one. Enjoy.

Dreams and phones are in italics.

"Shit." Shizuo winced as the glass cracked, he hadn't meant to slam it on the counter. All day he had spent chasing that damn flea only to be given the slip. Now he was working at the bar, trying to calm his temper. If only he knew where Izaya lived, he would go and- what? He could pretend to chase the annoyance away but it wouldn't make any difference. When Izaya had given him the slip he had been full of relief.

Without a phone he couldn't keep in contact with the raven, Kadota or Tom. Even now he didn't know whether his sister was at home asleep in her bed. Glancing to the side his boss only smiled expecting the damage. Sweeping the shattered glass up, he reached for a new one and started again. The night had barely begun and already he had smashed five glasses.

The bar had become a lot busier, all the furniture was new and every seat was filled, to the point there was another job position open to help out. Even so he was handling everything just fine and he had yet to be fired. It was a good night, that was until his nose twitched. The flea shouldn't know where he worked. His hopes were useless the door opening and in walked the raven. His fingers clenched, heart pounding and another glass shattered.

Moving to the far end of the bar he began serving someone else, maybe if he ignored him he would be left alone. Pouring the drink he handed it over, tossing the money into the cash register, gently closing the drawer. Glancing to the side he could see the flea still standing there eyes on him. Even after serving another four people, the raven still remained in the same place. Shit. "What do you want flea?"

Izaya moved closer taking a set in front of him. "I'm fine thanks Shizu-chan. I came to tell you Shizuka won't be home because she's sharing a bed with my sister." So the two of them had got together, as long as Shizuka was happy. "You don't look surprised. That's no fun." There was that teasing tone again. "Its nothing to do with me. Give me my phone back." But there was no way it would be that easy.

"Hm. I don't think I want to. Or I could...If you play a game with me." Following the sly gaze towards the pool table, Shizuo paused knowing nothing good would come of it. "Or you could chase me around pointlessly. I don't mind." Striding around the bar he made his way to the table, snatching the cue that the flea already held. "Fine. I win you give me my phone back and get the hell out."

Izaya grinned taking hold of his own cue before ordering a drink from the bar. "That's fine. But if you lose, you'll drink this." Swirling the liquid in the glass he placed it on the edge of the table, noting how pale the blond had gone. "Or is there a reason you can't drink it?" One by one he rolled the balls in his hand placing them in the black triangle. "Well? Shizu-chan."

There was no doubt the blond was shocked, the emotions flitted across his face before returning to the usual frown. "Flea, I won't drink that." Izaya smirked moving closer, placing the white ball at the other end of the table. "Oh? And why is that?" It felt good to have one of his target's weaknesses, even better when he knew it was such an easy one to exploit. If Kanra could get Shizuka, then he would have no problems getting the blond into bed.

"I promised Shizuka and Kadota I wouldn't drink again." Gritting his teeth he clamped a hand down on the blond's wrist, trying to regain his poker face. It was that child hood friend again. "Let go, flea before I toss your ass out of this bar." By the look in his eyes, the blond wasn't bluffing. It didn't matter he didn't need to use any weaknesses to get what he wanted.

"Well I wouldn't want you to break your little promises. If I win you...have to kiss me." The look of pure shock was comical. Izaya moved his fingers, dancing them along the cue. His eyes flicked up hearing something snap. The cue had been broken, the wood splintered. With a low chuckle his nimble fingers threw it away, invading the blond's personal space, hand casually brushing against the perfectly squeezable behind. "You know Shizuka-chan says you never run from anything."

Shizuo cursed throwing the hand away from him, fists clenched. The flea knew one of his weaknesses and though he had promised he wouldn't drink, it was in his personality never to run away. Even so the thought of kissing Izaya... Shit. "...Fine. Who breaks?" Snatching the cue he was handed, he shot a glare at the raven.

"You can go first." It didn't go unnoticed that the flea had retreated behind him. Trying to keep calm he lined up his shot, cursing as his strength took over. The white slammed into the other balls knocking them clean from the table. Behind him he could hear laughter, while in front of him he could hear a scream and the smashing of glass. "Do you want to try again? Or give up? Some of the balls might still be in Ikebukuro."

His choice was removed from him, his boss gently taking the cue or what was left of it from his hand. "That's enough. Take your break now." The game was over as quickly as it had started, he had been caught up in the damn flea's manipulation. With a dejected sigh Shizuo mumbled an apology heading outside. Once again he had caused damage. Sliding his hand into his pocket he took out his cigarettes only for them to be snatched away.

By scent alone he knew it was Izaya, he didn't have to open his eyes to know. It wasn't that he was romantic or anything, but just the thought of losing his first kiss to the flea. The pounding of his heart grew louder in his own ears. Of all people for him to finally fall in love with, why Izaya? "What do you want? Flea." That smirk gave him his answer.

"Time to pay up, Shizu-chan." Taking a deep breath he forced himself to move forward, quickly pressing his lips against Izaya's, before throwing his head back as if he had been burnt. If only it was that easy, he was followed back their lips still touching, his back hitting the wall. His fingers clenched not knowing what to do with them. Something brushed against his lower lip and stupidly he let the intrusion pass his parted lips.

For a single brief moment he was caught in surprise, not knowing what the hell to do. Forcing his fingers to move he touched the soft fabric of Izaya's coat ready to push him away, instead finding them clenching tight and refusing to let go. Sly fingers slipped into his hair, guiding his head to move in the direction the flea wanted.

The flea's tongue licking every inch of the inside of his mouth was getting distracting, as was the non existent space between them and that knee definitely shouldn't be where it was. Closing his eyes he used his own muscle to push against the flea's trying to get him out, only for it to backfire, eyes snapping open at the feel of them entwining. He could feel Izaya smirk and knew he had reacted according to some sort of plan.

The grip on his hair tightened as he gave in to the kiss, it was only this time he might as well enjoy it. Somehow it felt like he was losing all of his strength again his knees going weak, if not for that damn hand squeezing his ass. At last he came to his senses, pushing the flea away, wiping the line of saliva away with disgust. "Now get lost." Hopefully he didn't sound too breathless. Forcing his legs to move he went back to work slamming the door a bit too hard behind him, shutting out the laughter.

The rest of the night went smoothly apart from the chaos in his mind. It wasn't until he was back home that Shizuo was able to calm the racing of his heart and the confusion of the new feelings that rushed through him. Making sure everything was locked he made his way up the stairs, every step feeling like a lead weight, dragging his feet he made it to his bedroom, dropping down face first on the bed. Izaya still had his phone and in the process of trying to get it back he had lost something else.

"Shizu-chan." Shizuo shivered hearing his name right by his ear, jumping as he realised he was no longer alone in his shower. Hot water continued to cascade over his body, his breath quickening as a warm body pressed against his own in the small space. "You want this. You want me." He couldn't deny it, slim hands slipped around his waist, moving lower, sharp teeth nibbling at the junction of his neck.

Tilting his head he gave Izaya more room to move, a soft gasp leaving him as his flaccid member was palmed. "You're mine, Shizu-chan. Why don't you accept it." A moan slipped from his lips as he quickly became aroused. "See you're already like this." Shaking his head he tried to deny it, but his hips were already bucking for more friction, for more touches that sent his skin on fire...

"...zo, Shizuo wake up." Opening his eyes with a groan he found himself under the covers, Shizuka looking down at him, hands on his shoulders. "Finally. You were making loud noises in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?" The dream was still fresh in his mind, his face flushing as he realised his little sister had watched him have a wet dream. He couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"Yeah, something like that. I'm fine now. You can go." Being caught was bad enough he didn't want her to know about the hardness between his legs. Damn the flea, now he was effecting his dreams too. It looked like Shizuka was about to say something else. "I'll be up in a minute. Go, Shizuka." A sigh left him as his bedroom door closed, his head flopping back down against the pillow. "Fuck!"

When he was sure she was gone, Shizuo ran for the bathroom, pausing at the door, his actions wary in case that dream was a premonition of some sort. Once he was happy with the fact that the flea wasn't hiding somewhere in his bathroom, he undressed stepping into a freezing cold shower. Better that than to give over to his feelings.

The younger twin was already downstairs sketch book in hand, when he reached the bottom of the stairs. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your classes?" His sister froze at being caught. "What time did you get home last night?" He already knew where she was and with who. Not that he minded.

"I got back this morning, I was staying with Kanra. We're going out now." It was good to see her looking so happy. "Are you making breakfast?" Glancing over Shizuka's shoulder he could see all the drawings were pink and centred around a certain person. "Shizuo? What's wrong? You look stressed. Is it Izaya?"

The name alone made his feelings act up. "It doesn't matter. I'm going to see Kadota today. He might be trying to contact me and that damn flea still has my phone." Maybe his friend would understand what he was going through. Making his way into the garden he lit up, remembering last night as the cigarette touched his lips. Clenching his fist he pounded it against the wall. "Fuck."

Where as Shizuo woke up distressed, Izaya woke up in a great mood, whistling to himself as he hopped out of the shower. "Why are you so happy?" Kanra was sitting eating her breakfast. He noticed that the cast was already on her wrist or maybe she hadn't taken it off at all.

"Why wouldn't I be? Shizu-chan is as good as mine." He would make sure of it and when he decided something it happened. Tonight he would have the blond writhing underneath him. "Is Shizuka-chan sleeping?" His sister shook her head. "She left you already?" Dodging the knife with easy he went to fix his own breakfast.

His mood quickly dropped when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. It wasn't his which meant someone was trying to contact the protozoan. Looking at the screen his fingers clenched. It was Kadota, the childhood friend again. Why was he trying to call? Shouldn't he be busy chasing their non-existent trail? "I'm going to see, Shizu-chan." He heard Kanra call out but ignored it, the door slamming behind him.

When he reached the Heiwajima House, it was Shizuka that answered a silly grin on her face. "Morning Izaya." Well someone was in a good mood. "Shizuo isn't here at the moment he rushed off after breakfast." So the blond had escaped. The phone in his pocket vibrated again. Why couldn't the cop give up?

"Do you know where he went?" When the phone abruptly stopped he was pretty sure he had received his answer. The blonde shrugged her shoulders, happily getting ready to go to the university or maybe back to Kanra.

"Yeah, he said he needed to see Kadota about something. There's no point waiting for him when those two get together its hard to tear them apart." Something he hadn't wanted to hear. "Izaya, you should give Shizuo back his phone. It stops him worrying all the time." And here he was about to do just that. "I'm going to be late." The girl rushed past him not realising the door hadn't shut properly, not that it made a difference he was thinking of picking the lock anyway. Letting himself inside he made himself at home waiting for the blond's return.

"Shizuo. You didn't answer my calls." Taking the cup of milk he let out a sigh. "Sorry, my phone is on charge. What are you doing Kadota?" His friend had a tape gun in his hand, a number of boxes already sat piled up by the wall of the apartment. If he didn't know better he would say his childhood friend was moving out.

"I'm leaving, Shizuo. Its not my choice. I'm being transferred." He almost dropped the cup. "I wanted to tell you straight away. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning." Slowly it was sinking in, tomorrow morning he would lose his childhood friend. The one he had spent all his time with. "Shizuo, I need to ask you something."

"I wanted to ask you something as well." Once and for all he wanted to be clear on what to do with his feelings for Izaya. "There's someone close to me that I might have feelings for. Right now it feels like we've known each other for ages, he's always on my mind and every time I see him my heart beat gets faster. Someone made me realise that its love. What do you think?"

The cup was removed from his hands, Kadota sitting close beside him. "It could be love... or it could be something different." His friend rested a hand on his knee, gently forcing him to face each other. "There are many different forms of love, Shizuo. Family, friends, lover's it varies. Are you sure?" At first he had thought it was hatred, then love although he was doing everything to deny it.

"Last night I had a dream about them. We were um in the shower together." His friend smiled. "Is that love?" It was embarrassing to talk about it, but if he wanted an answer he had to tell everything. Kadota sat there almost too close listening to everything he said. The blond had no idea what he would do when his friend left.

"Well I think it could still be love." Closing his eyes he took a deep breath it felt like he had been sent flying into a building by his own strength. "Or it could be lust." He knew Kadota could see the confusion in his eyes. "Lust is where you want someone so strongly. It might be because your bodies are compatible or that they have something that attracts you."

Well that bit was clear, the flea had never feared him, since they had known each other there had only been challenges thrown at him. Izaya was the only one apart from his small circle that had dared to get close to him. "How do I tell the difference?" His face seemed to get closer to Kadota. "How do I tell whether its love or lust?"

Gentle fingers stroked his cheek, the hand on his knee squeezing reassuringly. "That's easy. If its only their body you desire, then sleep with them. If its lust the attraction will wear off after getting what you want. But if the feelings remain then its love." To stop his confusion he had to sleep with the damn flea. Pulling away Shizuo got up. "Shizuo? Where are you going?"

Rubbing a hand through his hair he swallowed thickly. He needed to think about it. "I'm going to get my answer. Thanks Kadota." As he went to leave, a hand clamped around his wrist. "But I'm right here, Shizuo." With a smile he gently pulled his wrist free. "I know. I don't know where I'd be without you. You're my best friend Kadota. I'll see you later."

There were two very good reasons why he wouldn't go and find Izaya. The first being he didn't know where he lived and the second being that he didn't know whether he wanted to kiss or kill him just yet. So instead he made his way home with a heavy heart and a mind full of more questions than before. Turning the key in the lock he pushed open the door. "Welcome home, Shizu-chan." Well fuck.

He was torn between taking a step back and slamming the door ignoring that the flea was in his house or push him down and test out Kadota's suggestion. Closing the door behind him he stepped into his own home. "What are you doing here? Flea. Did Shizuka let you in?" The blood was rushing in his ears. He needed an answer before this damn feeling drove him mad.

Izaya smirked seeing that once again his target hadn't run away. "She left the door open when she ran out. Luckily I was here to keep an eye on the place for you." Slinking closer, he invaded the blond's personal bubble glad to see there was no distance between them. "What? No thank you?" There was something different. It looked like the police officer had said something.

"What do you want Izaya? Why do you keep pestering me?" What did he want? That was an easy one, he wanted the protozoan in front of him, every inch of his being for his own use. The over powering strength, the perfectly toned body he was pressed up against. He wanted it all. He wanted Shizuo Heiwajima to give up everything and become his.

"I want you, Shizu-chan. I said that when we first met. So why don't you give in?" Coffee eyes blinked at him, his hand was smacked away. Something was changing. Taking another step forward and then another he pushed the blond back against the wall with his own body. Crimson eyes narrowed as he was pushed away. It wasn't the same as last night.

"Fine." Had he heard right? Was the man finally giving in to his advances? "You want to sleep together right? Fine. We'll do it if you want it so badly and then you get the hell out." Izaya stepped back as if he had been burnt, right now he couldn't tell what his target was thinking, showing how unpredictable he was. Even so he had managed to achieve his first objective. Or so he thought. A gasp of surprise left him as he was picked up and slung over the blond's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"I can walk you protozoan." Of course he would be the one to end up with the denser one of the two twins. "Oi, put me down." His words fell on deaf ears as he was carried up the stairs and into the bedroom, where the door was slammed shut. The raven was dumped unceremoniously onto the bed. The first thing he would do is stop the blond acting like such a caveman.

Something was seriously wrong when he was pinned down underneath the strong body. "Uh, Shizu-chan?" The thought occurred to him that he might need his knife. It was good that the protozoan was taking the initiative but what had brought it on so suddenly he didn't know and that he didn't like. Before he could ask those soft lips were on his own, the wet muscle plundering his warm cavern with about as much grace as a bull in a china shop.

Still it felt a lot better than last night, though for the moment he had little space to move. With a grin he crooked his knee rubbing against the blond's crotch. The soft moan gave him his chance, pushing the man back and taking control. His hands slid underneath the white shirt brushing over the smooth skin. Breaking away he stared down at his prey. "I prefer you like this, Shizu-chan. Underneath me begging for my to-" His lips were attacked again. So the blond hadn't quite given up and fallen into his role. That was just fine.

They bit and clawed at each other, each one trying to gain dominance over the other, saliva dripping from there lips mixed with the metallic taste of blood. Izaya's hands slipped under the blond's shirt, large hands slipping under his own. But he had something the protozoan didn't have. Control and knowledge. Using one hand as leverage he curled in blond locks, meshing them together once more. That is until the blond tried to get on top once again sending them crashing to the floor where both of them lay panting heavily.

Rubbing his head he crawled over straddling his target, sliding his knife from his pocket to quickly slash the buttons. The shirt fell away showing off the perfectly sculpted torso. Licking his lips, Izaya tested the sensitivity flicking one of the perky tips. "Hey cut it out, Shizuka brought me that shirt." Rolling his hips he ground down on the tent beneath him.

"You're already like this, Shizu-chan." The growl caught him off guard, his back hitting the floor. If this carried on one of them would end up with brain damage. A sigh left him as his own top was torn off, a piece of black fabric in those strong fingers. It was a good thing he hadn't been wearing his precious coat. He would have to stab the blond if it had been damaged. "Like what you see?"

Shizuo blinked staring down at the toned body on display. "Surprised. I thought you'd be fragile and wiry." Truth be told he didn't have a clue what he was doing but by what the flea was trying to do and his dream, it involved a lot of kissing and touching. Pinning the raven's hands above his head, the blond licked along the long column, nibbling on the soft skin, leaving a trail of marks. So far there was no change in his feelings, his heart was still pounding wildly.

"Shizu-chan. Do you actually know what you're doing?" Ignoring that voice he continued leaving marks. "You're still a virgin right? No experience. I bet you think that was your first kiss last night." The flea was trying to get to him. Biting down harshly he winced at the sight of blood, lapping it away quickly in apology.

"Who says I'm a virgin?" Crimson eyes flared legs kicking out, causing him to fall onto the man's chest, his grip loosening. Nimble fingers slipped between their skin, panic racing through him as they dipped past the waistband of his pants and boxers. "Don't touch that." Biting his lip his head lowered to stop the moan threatening to leave his lips.

Somehow he was back underneath the flea his pants lay in a pile next to him, sly fingers touching him, closing his eyes he tried not to think about the furnace that was Izaya's mouth taking in his arousal licking and sucking. "Stop." It was a demand not a plead, he would never beg the flea for anything. But even as he said that his balls were being rolled, his hips bucking up wanting more, his fingers curled in raven strands. "Fuck."

Izaya chuckled adding vibration to his movements. He had succeed in regaining control that he had never lost. One hand gripped the base, while his other pushed down on the blond's hips, to stop him from going too far. "Ah! Izaya!" One hand left his hair, the unbidden cries coming to a stop, though he could still hear the muffled moans.

Hollowing his cheeks he revelled in the knowledge that he would be the protozoan's first. Relaxing his muscles he took the length deep, letting it stroke the back of his throat, then he swallowed sending the man underneath him over the edge. Coffee eyes clouded, his target tensing before a muffled cry was heard, forcing him to swallow again, pulling away he wiped his lips. "Don't tell me that was your first release? Or can you not do that sort of thing with Shizuka-chan in the house?" There was a glare in reply. "I'm going to make you feel even better now."

"...Wha?" The protozoan was completely out of it, struggling to come down from his high. Well then it would be better not to wait. Using his fingers to lazily draw patters, his hands made their way up the graceful legs, coaxing them open. Unzipping his own pants, he let his own arousal free. "What are you doing?" Like he thought the blond didn't have a clue.

"Why don't you lay back and just enjoy it?"His fingers moved again tweaking harshly at the stiff peaks earning a growl. Slipping the tube from his pocket he quickly snapped open the cap. It wasn't that he was impatient, on the contrary he had all the time in the world. Izaya just didn't want to be interrupted by Shizuka or the police officer.

His fingers were swatted away even as the blond's back arched craving more. "I asked what the hell you were doing." So it wasn't going to be that easy. He found himself kicked back against the end of the bed, long legs closed like a vice. It didn't matter he could still have things the way he wanted.

"I'm going to fuck you, Shizu-chan." The confusion cleared turning to horror. "Like hell you are. You are not sticking that inside me." Shrugging his shoulders, Izaya kicked off the rest of his clothes. "In that case, why don't you suck me off?" He could tell there was going to be an argument and he knew he was insane to let those teeth anywhere near his precious cock. "Look at it this way, If I'm in your mouth, I can't be in your ass. Can I?"

Another growl but he could tell he had succeeded. "Ugh." That candy loving mouth descended on him, making him shiver at the pure insanity of his actions. The movements were hesitant but determined, the hand on his hip gripping a little too hard. His own fingers worked on the tube in his hand waiting for his moment to turn everything in his favour. "Shizu-chan. Is that the best you can do? What about all those sweets you indulge on?"

"Mm better. Use your tongue more." Surprisingly the blond listened to his instructions, the hand leaving his hip to stroke the awakening arousal. "Ah! Shizu-chan." Those kiss swollen lips sucked harshly, tongue snaking down his erection, teeth barely scraping him. "Ah! Cumming!" Throwing his head back he released his load into the open mouth.

Coffee eyes widened before the protozoan slowly lifted his head. The moment his cock was out of danger, he thrust three slick coated fingers past the tight ring. "Flea! I'm going to kill yo-ah!" Sitting up straighter he moved his fingers deeper, positioning the blond just where he wanted him. "Kill." With a smirk he continued, loving the squelching sound as he searched for that little spot that would disarm his prey for good. "Going to ring your da-"

By the silence and shock it looked like he had found it. Brushing against the little button again, he watched as coffee eyes widened, the blond jolting. "What was that?" Making sure to torture that spot, he prepared the blond, without it looking like he was. With his free hand he pulled the blond close to him, licking along the shell of his ear. "E-enough." But it wasn't, it would never be.

All thoughts quickly left his mind, pleasure flooding through him like his own blood. He had been beaten by the damn flea but right now that didn't matter. Everything that was being done to him was pleasurable to the point he groaned in disappointment as the fingers inside him were removed. "Shizu-chan." Shizuo hated how that voice was like silk against his ears. "This might hurt a bit. Make sure you relax."

His legs felt the friction as they were pulled sharply, his entire body flush against Izaya's warm skin. "What the hell are yo-fuck!" He felt it before it clicked, the head of another man's dick rubbing against his ass. He felt it slide in, then closed his eyes seeing the damn grin, his hips were pushed down, the rest of the length entering him. "Shit!" Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to resist placing his hands around that slim neck.

For a brief moment he thought Kadota had given him some bad advice, but then that little spot inside him was nailed and he found himself moving, bouncing down every time the flea thrust up into him. Shizuo gripped the edge of his bed, hearing it groan as he tensed, rising up again before he was slammed back down. Between them they somehow managed a pattern, although it was just a test of whoever could do it better, well for the flea anyway.

"Nn fuck. Iz-Izaya." The new feeling he was quickly becoming to like. "More." His rhythm was stopped when he was pulled down for another kiss, a hand wrapping around his straining erection. "Don't touch! Close" His eyes opened just in time to see that smirk. His vision spun catching sight of the ceiling, his back hitting the floor, legs spread over the flea's shoulders. "Ah. faster." Now the control had been taken away from him completely, no longer able to move as he wished. "Close so close. I-Izaya."

The hand stroking him squeezed sending him far off the edge, making him fear that he had blacked out for a couple of seconds. Looking at his stomach in disgust he followed the path of his release, grimacing as Izaya slowly licked his fingers. "You lasted longer than I thought you would, Shizu-chan. But I'm nowhere near done." Shizuo groaned knowing that in a few minutes he wouldn't be able to speak words except for incoherent moans.

It was nightfall when they finished, Izaya slipped into the blond's bed where his target slept peacefully. He and Kanra were now on the same page both of them getting what they wanted. Yet something still bothered him. Shuffling further down the bed, he moved closer feeling the other's warmth against his skin. "Good night, Shizu-chan." They wouldn't be bothered since Shizuka was once again in Kanra's bed. The happy little text had informed him of that.

Just as he was about to join the blond in slumber, that phone rang. He didn't answer it and the sleeping figure didn't stir. When it stopped he climbed from the bed, digging through his pockets. As he had thought. One new voice mail. Hovering his finger over the delete button he listened to it instead.

Shizuo, its Kadota. Listen earlier I gave you some really stupid advice. I wanted to ask if you would come with me. I'll be leaving in the morning, so if you still want to we can go together. I love you. I have since we first met and I'll do anything for you. Give me a call back or we can talk tomorrow. Good night Shizuo.

Izaya didn't feel anything as he deleted the message, dropping the phone on the floor. "Too late, childhood friend. You missed your chance." The last obstacle was now gone. Even so what advice had Kadota given for the blond to give in? He had an idea but if that was the case, their new relationship would be over before it had begun. Moving close his arms encircled the blond. "You're mine, Shizu-chan."

The next morning when Shizuo woke up it was like his head had been cleared. His heart had calmed seeing Izaya fast asleep next to him. His lower back felt sore and somehow he would make the flea pay for it. Dragging himself out of bed, he took another look shaking his head. It hadn't gone. His feelings were still there crystal clear.

Even so it was a mistake. One he shouldn't have given into. Izaya was manipulative, controlling, annoying everything that pissed him off. Glancing down at the end of the bed, his phone screen lit up. At last he had his phone back. Seeing that it was his friend he accepted the call "Morning Kadota."

Shizuo, you never turned up. My train will be arriving in a minute. I don't blame you. If you need anything I'll still be your friend. I'll let you know when I get there. Goodbye. The line went dead leaving him full of confusion. Kadota hadn't waited for him or Shizuka to see him off. His friend had seemed upset. He knew he hadn't missed any calls or messages... then again he hadn't had his phone all this time.

Just like his dream slim arms wrapped around his waist, as he was in the middle of his shower "Good morning, Shizu-chan." It was a mistake. He couldn't love the flea, it didn't change a thing. He was in love with Izaya Orihara. That didn't mean he had to let him know. "How's your ass?" Pushing the raven away he stepped out of the shower.

"I told you yesterday we'd do it once then you can get out." For his and everyone else's sake he would keep his feelings buried. The flea would never know how he felt. "Or are you going to give me some crap that you love me?" It was curiosity, if anything Izaya would give him a straight answer.

"Hm? No. I don't love you. You really think you can get rid of me so easily? Our bodies are perfect for each other. There's nothing between us. I don't love you and like you say you hate my guts. However there's nothing wrong with no strings attached sex. You enjoyed it, I had you writhing underneath me like a frolicking puppy." He was getting too close the distance vanishing between them. "I could do it again. Over and over."

The promise alone made shivers run through him, but even if he would keep his feelings secret, he still wanted it, still wanted the bastard by his side. "Fine. But only when we both feel like it." Wrapping the towel around his waist, he turned away wondering what the hell he had agreed to. Slim fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Shizu-chan, You asked me and I never asked you." Turning back around he stared into sharp crimson eyes, waiting for the question he knew was coming. "Do you love me?" Shaking his head he kept perfectly calm. "No. I don't. Now get the hell out of my house before I throw you out." Snatching his grip free, he left the flea in the bathroom. He had lied. The answer was yes.

End of part one