Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures.

Shizuo's POV

Tom had called to check on me like he said he would. I spent a good half an hour talking to him, sending glances at the unmoving figure on the bed next to mine. Shizu-chan had curled up on the edge of my bed, and was sleeping soundly.

I hung up the phone, and set it down. Izaya had been lying down all day again, just like before.

Lazy bum.

But I couldn't get rid of the knot of worry that settled in my chest. I was doing whatever I could, wasn't I? Did I ever do anything that showed I couldn't be trusted? He still continued to bottle up his past and even lied to me! Had he lied to me about anything else?

A low fury burned within me. I knew it wasn't me. He wasn't trusting because of everything people had put him through. I wanted to prove to him that I would never intentionally harm him, that I would do my damned best to not harm him what-so-ever! His dulling eyes... that didn't seem like anything good. And those scars on his back...

I got off the bed and walked to his.

"Hey Izaya?" I asked, looking for any sign of movement. He grunted at me, so I knew he wasn't asleep, but didn't make any attempt to move. I reached my hand out to shake his shoulder, "Iza-"

He shrugged my hand off as soon as he was touched. I was both shocked and hurt at his rejection.

"What?" He mumbled, turning to look at me through tired, slit eyes. Seeing those dull eyes again just fueled my need to understand.

"Something is wrong with you, and I want to know what it is," I demanded, leaning down and balancing myself by placing my hands on the bed. Izaya scoffed and turned away from me again. It ticked me off. I grabbed his arm, yanking him to face me, "Izaya!"

"Let go!" He hissed, trying to pull away.

"Tell me what's wrong with you!" I yelled, taking a deep breath afterward and saying in a much calmer tone, "I'm worried."

"I've already told you what's wrong."

"I don't believe that mood ring sh-"

"Not that! That was obviously a lie," Izaya said, rolling his eyes and avoiding my gaze, "The glow in my eyes signifies how much energy I have. You have this stupid homophobia thing going on, so I've been staying away from you like you want."

Energy? That creepy energy transfer stuff?

"Mirads feed off the energy of others."

"I wanna touch you, so I just threw myself off the bed instead of waiting for you to do it."

"I'm hungry."

I grimaced.

"That's why you've been acting this way lately?"

"Yes. Low energy makes us moody and tired," Izaya said exasperatingly, wrenching away from my touch, "But I'll be fine, really. It makes you uncomfortable, I understand."

Well, just make me feel guilty why don't you?

"... will just a hug help?" I asked tentatively. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me searchingly.

"Come here," Izaya said softly, wrapping his arms around my neck and tugging me onto the bed. I tensed.

"I'm not going to feel something poking me again, am I?" I asked nervously. He rolled his eyes dramatically as I laid down. He curled up to me, situating his head underneath my chin.

"Calm down. I'm not going to do anything you don't want," he assured, his breath ghosting over my throat. That incredible warm comfort was pouring into my body, and I sighed contentedly. Heavens above, this was the most relaxing state of being ever known to mankind.

I closed my eyes when my eyelids grew heavy, my body humming with what could only be the energy Izaya talked about. I was acutely aware of Izaya's breath against my neck, and the way his chest softly heaved against my own. My arm, being in an awkward position before, had bent and settled over his body, wrapping around him. He shifted in the slightest, and I felt a feather-light pressure next to my adam's apple. He moved up, and a similar pressure was placed just under my chin.

The bed softly shook when he shifted his entire body closer, wrapping on of his leg around my waist.

I knew something was going to poke me.

"Izaya," I said, voice strained, a warning.

"I can't help it. Just like with humans, sexual energy is the most pleasurable," Izaya whispered against my chin, his hand curling to clutch at my sleeve, "I promised I wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Just... stay here, please?"

I breathed in a deep breath and let it out, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling I had, knowing a guy was wrapped up against me and clearly aroused by it. But I was the reason he was feeling sick, right? This was only to help him. And it really was a mind-blowing experience that hardly anyone on earth would ever get to feel in their entire lifetime. My entire body was tingling.

I lost myself in the feeling, the world behind my eyelids an inky black. I felt him move again, his lips ghosting over my skin and settling on my chin. Then he moved again, leaving a inflamed trail behind, until he softly kissed my cheek. He continued with this pattern, leaving small pecks on my nose, by my eye, on my forehead, and then doing the same to the other side of my face.

I vaguely registered that I should be alarmed by this. But his movements were so sweet and soft that I was getting fairly dizzy from them.

He kissed the corner of my mouth gingerly, and I felt him hovering over my lips before he showed the same treatment to them. It was soft and brief, but he stayed hovering over my lips, and went down again. The same sweet kiss, but he dared to stay glued to my lips longer.

It was when the tip of his tongue brushed against my top lip that I decided it had gone on too long, and I tensed. He drew back immediately, and I could feel him hesitate, before he gently kissed at the corner of my mouth again, and slowly redid his earlier pattern, backwards. When he got to my neck, where he had begun, he heaved a soft sigh of what sounded like disappointment, and nudged his face into the crook of my neck again.

I knew it was still fairly early, but I couldn't keep from falling asleep if I tried.

I awoke in a haze. Then I realized it was because Izaya was still curled up next to me, asleep. The clock read six-thirty in the morning. What a horrible time to wake up. My body craved for a cigarette, so as gently as I possibly could, I untangled Izaya from around me and climbed out of bed. By his even breaths, I assumed I was successful.

I tip-toed over to my nightstand to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, than made my way to the front door.

My lip curled when I stepped in something wet.

I backed up, my mind processing the information, before I gripped my pack of cigarettes and marched over to the light. Sleeping be-damned, if that's what I thought it was...

Flicking on the light to see a puddle on the floor and a yawning Shizu-chan a few feet away, my eye twitched.

"Izaya!" I bellowed, watching as he sprang upward in surprise.

"What, what?" He asked, looking around frantically.

"That is what," I answered, pointing to the floor. Shizu-chan ran behind my bed. Smart dog.

Izaya saw the puddle and sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Jeez, scared the crap out of me," he mumbled, looking completely unsympathetic, "Just wish for the puddle to be cleaned."

"No, you are going to teach that dog to not do that and then I'll wish for that!"

Izaya climbed out of bed, sidestepping the puddle and trying to get to Shizu-chan.

"He clearly knows he did wrong. He's hiding. I just didn't take him out last night; it's my fault," Izaya said, dipping down and hefting Shizu-chan in his arms. I took notice of his brighter eyes, but they still hadn't achieved that neon-esque glow that he had when I first encountered him.

I sighed. Clearly I was the only one irritated by the dog.

"Fine, fine, I wish that puddle was gone," I said, walking toward the bathroom, "Now I'm going to wash my foot."

I heard Izaya laugh behind me.

True to my word, I scrubbed my foot clean, and then walked outside for my cigarette. I leaned over the railing and stared down at Izaya, who was sitting in the grass while Shizu-chan ran and sniffed around. As I watched him, my mind went back to the events of last night, and my face warmed. I was happy Izaya had kept his word and backed off when I got too nervous, but just the fact that he clearly would have no objections if I said I wanted to sleep with him was a little hard to swallow.

Sexual energy was the most pleasurable, huh?

I took a long drag of my cigarette, and blew. The smoke twisted and turned in the air before fading.

With that freaky warm stuff I felt whenever I touched him, I would guess sex with him would be phenomenal.

… I did not just think that.

"You look like you just saw a ghost."

I jumped, whipping my head to see Izaya walking up the stairs with Shizu-chan in his arms. My eyes were drawn to his lips as he came closer, remembering the silk-like feeling of them against my skin, my lips...

What. The. Fuck.

"I'm going back to bed," I said gruffly, flinging my cigarette to the ground and not even bothering to step on it before swiftly walking back inside.

I was up too early and that energy transfer stuff had drugged me.

It was the only explanation.

Hehe :D

Most of you were right about Izaya's eyes ^_^ At least Izaya got a taste? XD

To those who addressed my skipping class: It's okay. X3 I'm an A/B student, believe me, I wouldn't skip if I knew it was something important!