Chapt. 10

"Shizuo, hurry up or we're going to be late!" Tom called from the other side of the door.

Shizuo grumbled, making his way out of his bedroom. He had NOT been looking forward to this day, the day of Erika's Halloween party, as it meant he would have to socialize again when he had been keeping to himself for the last 3 days. Walking across his living room in despair, he opened his front door to reveal Tom, dressed as a pirate, and Izaya (the cause of his torment the past few days) in a cute vampire outfit with short black shorts, a cloak and knee high boots. He had fake bat ears uptop his head and Shizuo hated that the flea looked so good.

"Ugh, Shizuo," Tom frowned, looking at the blonde who was dressed in his usual attire. "Why aren't you dressed up?"

"I am dressed up. As a bartender, obviously," he argued back before locking up and leading them all away from his apartment. Honestly, he just hadn't been in the mood to choose a costume, or do anything, in fact, that required him to move out of his bedroom. But now that he thought about it, being holed up by himself with all that room to think didn't do a thing to help. Instead, it made things worse.

"How boring, Shizu-Chan," Izaya spoke up, and Shizuo wished he didn't have to hear his voice.

The party was at a club in town and by the time they reached it, it was already packed, music leaking out of the tinted doors.

"Wow, Erika sure went all out," Tom commented as they entered. The energy hit them once they stepped in.

"Hey, you guys are here!" Someone shouted before they turned around to meet the host herself, dressed as some anime character. "Gosh, took you long enough."

"Blame Shizuo here."

"Shizuo, you're not even dressed up!" Erika whined, crossing her arms.

"I am," he replied, not really making an effort to sound convincing, and Erika could tell there was something bothering him. She didn't argue after that, choosing instead to talk to Tom and Izaya.

The blonde walked away, pushing through the crowd to head to the bar, finding himself an empty seat before sitting down. He ordered a beer. He seemed to be the only one alone at the bar while everyone else was chit-chatting over drinks or on the dance floor. He spotted Izaya in the mass of dancing people but looked away quickly.

"Here you go," the bartender said as a bottle was placed in front of him.

He murmured a thanks which couldn't be heard through the music before taking a mouthful. He didn't deserve this, he thought, he really didn't. The anguish he had felt over the past few days must've been fatal, but for some dumb reason he was still alive. He took another swig from the bottle, not minding at all if he drowned in his own misery. Awhile passed before he felt somebody's presence behind him.

"Hey." It was Kadota.

"Hi," the blonde replied unenthusiastically.

"Why're you sitting here all alone and not partying?" The brunette asked, ordering a beer for himself.

Shizuo shrugged.

Kadota hummed. "I saw you come in with Izaya. Aren't you guys supposed to hate each other or something? And here I thought inviting both of you to the same party would be a disaster."

The blonde cringed this time. At least that meant Erika hadn't told anyone else about the situation, but he hated being reminded of his and Izaya's relationship. He didn't even know what to feel. He felt...numb.

Before he could reply though, a girlish voice cut in.

"Excuse me, Kadota, but I need to speak to Shizuo for a minute," Erika said sweetly, effectively shooing Kadota away. Once she was alone with the blonde, she sighed. "Geez, Shizuo, you were giving off all these murderous vibes I was afraid you were going to kill him or something." When Shizuo didn't reply, choosing instead to sip at his beer, she continued. "You're thinking about Izaya, aren't you?"

"I'm not."

"You are, I can tell," she replied, but not in the tone she usually had when talking about matters like these. "Why are you so upset?"

"I'm not." he repeated, running a hand through his hair, refusing to face the brunette girl. Was he really that transparent anyway? Could everyone tell that he was in distress over the louse? No, that wasn't right. If he was in distress, it would mean he was suffering or in pain because of Izaya, and he wasn't. Right?

"You're such a bad liar."

He glared at her but she laughed.

"Don't worry! I'm sure things will work out for you two!"

"There is no 'you two'. Izaya and I are-" He subconsciously turned to look at the dance floor, but to his surprise, the raven wasn't on it. Yeah, it was crowded and strobe lights was affecting his vision, but Izaya was definitely not amidst the crowd. He stood up, looking around the club worriedly. This is stupid, he thought. The flea was probably in the toilet. But just as the thought crossed his mind, he looked out of the glass door and recognised Izaya walking off with some guy. He vaguely registered Erika asking him what the problem was before he ran out, rushing out of the entrance.

"Let go," he heard Izaya say, struggling to break free of the man's, seemingly drunk, grip.

His jaw clenched.

"Bastard!" The blonde yelled, running up to them. He yanked the man off Izaya and socked him right in the jaw with as much strength as he could muster. "Get your hands off him you fucking asshole!"

The man fell to the ground without much struggle and stayed there, having seem to have passed out. Shizuo turned to face Izaya.

"Are you ok?"

"I...I, yeah, Shizu-Chan," Izaya replied, still somewhat in shock.

"Do you want to leave?"

"Ah, no I'm fine. I was just a little shocked," he replied before looking down at his feet. "Thank you, Shizu-Chan."

"Oh, no problem. Let's...lets go back in then."

The informant nodded in response and they walked back into the club together. By then, Erika was already gone from the bar and they took a seat, Shizuo ordering some drinks.

There was a bit of silence.

"So, what happened there?"

"Uh, I was just dancing with him when he just dragged me out. No one saw, I didn't know what to do..." he mumbled, taking a sip of his alcohol when it came. "Anyways, of all people I'd never expected you to come, Shizu-Chan, after you just left that morning and I didn't hear from you since." He took another sip.

Shizuo really wished he wouldn't bring it up, but he did. "I wasn't...really."

"No, I get it."

"No, Izaya, listen. I don't hate you, I don't. And that day I just needed to think-" he cut himself off. There was no way he was telling the flea what happened. But Izaya didnt seem to think anything was off because he just looked at him and beamed.

"You don't hate me?"

"...No..."

The raven raised his cup then, offering a toast. Shizuo didn't know what was happening, to him, to Izaya, to them, but seeing Izaya smile so brightly, he felt his resolve slip and the emotions he had been trying so hard to supress start bubbling up. He couldn't do this. Clinking his glass against Izaya's, he gulped down his drink before ordering another.

He didn't know how many drinks had passed between them, by then he was already drunk, but it was a lot, and he was actually enjoying the party. Izaya dragged him on the dance floor after what seemed to be their 8th, or maybe more, drink, the beat of the music pounding in his ears, the movement of the people around him pulsating as the raven grinded against him. As the lights flashed, people all around them wolf-whistled and clapped, cheering and spurring them on. His hands were on the smaller male's hips, his crotch against his ass and his body pressed so close.

He couldn't remember how long they had 'danced' for but he suddenly felt like what they were doing was far too personal to be seen by all these other people. He wanted to keep this moment for themselves.

"Let's get out of here," he had whispered right into Izaya's ear and without even waiting of a reply, he gripped his hand hard and stumbled drunkenly out of the overcrowded club. The cold air outside didn't do anything to make him more sober, in fact it made it worse, he couldn't even see straight, and it seemed so for the raven too who was giggling and sauntering behind him.

"Shizu-Chan~" he slurred before they both collapsed on a park bench nearby with the raven on top of the blonde. "W-what are we d-doing out...here?"

"I...wanted to be alone with you."

His smile faltered a little before it resurfaced again. Without a word, he leaned forward, joining their lips. It was a light, chaste kiss but was ended when Izaya was pushed back gently.

"S-sorry," the raven mumbled, the smile he had on disappearing completely. He made to get off the blonde hastily but was pulled back down, unexpectedly.

"No...no, that's not it, Izaya. I-you don't know how much pain I've been in these past few days. All I thought about was you and I don't know...my feelings f-for you are...a lot," he slurred, his eyes unfocused. "I like...you..." he hicupped, lazily bringing his eyes up to meet the informant's.

Izaya's mouth hung open slightly. He stared at the blonde for a while and Shizuo started to wonder in his drunk stupor whether he had even heard him. His question was answered when the smaller male moved forward suddenly, crashing his lips onto the blonde's with much more force than before. He grabbed on to his collar, pulling him forward before sticking his tongue into Shizuo's mouth, moaning when the blonde did the same.

Shizuo needed air, but at this point, Izaya seemed much more important than oxygen. He kissed back passionately, wrapping his arms tight around the raven's waist, doing anything he could to get them closer.

"M...more," Izaya groaned and it went straight to Shizuo's groin. But even in his drunkeness, he knew they wouldn't be able to go any further here.

Breaking apart from the raven regretfully, he pulled them both up and hailed the first taxi he saw, both of them piling in the moment it stopped.

Shizuo gave his address before attacking Izaya's lips once again. They made out the whole way back to the blonde's apartment.

It felt like eternity before they reached their destination, the blonde throwing a few bills at the driver without bothering to get change or even waiting for the cab to reach a complete stop before rushing out, Izaya following after. Stumbling into his apartment in a liplock, they headed straight for the bedroom, stripping each other as they went.

Everything was in a haze all around him as Shizuo felt his bow tie come undone, his vest and undershirt unbuttoned and landing somewhere without much care. If he was sober, he would've gotten angry. Those were Kasuka's clothes. If he was sober, he wouldn't even be doing this, but right now, they just needed to be with each other, against each other, without the unnecessary layers of clothes between them. Izaya shed his clothes as well before pressing both of them onto the bed which sank slightly under their weight.

It passed in a flash; Shizuo was inside Izaya, thrusting in and out as the latter mewled in pleasure, telling him to go faster...harder as sweat dotting his forehead, his cheeks flushed bright pink. That was a sight Shizuo vowed he'd never forget as he got closer and closer to climax. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been so close to somebody, but it felt incredible.

The two males moved together, almost synchronized as they reached their peaks, spilling over the edge.

The recovery took a while and after Shizuo pulled out, the raven had already passed out, sprawled on the sheets with his legs still spread. The blonde didn't want to wake him up, but as he looked at his sleeping face, he couldn't help smiling. Gently, he pushed the sweat drenched fringe off his face, leaning down slowly afterwards to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"...ove you..." he whispered, garbling slightly, before passing out right beside the raven.

He vaguely recalled wishing the morning would never come.