As they pulled out of the garage, Izaya spoke up once again.

"Shizu-chan, are you still thinking about what I think you are thinking about?"

Shizuo had been staring out the window at nothing in particular, deep in thought. He flashed his gaze towards the raven, who was occasionally glancing at him as he drove.

"Why'd you tell that girl we were..." Shizuo trailed off and struggled to find the words to say.

Izaya simply chuckled. "I couldn't have you going off with her, could I?"

Shizuo flushed angrily. "Butt out of my relationships with people."

"Your relationship is with me. We just had sex."

Shizuo flinched as he was reminded. "I don't get in the way of your filthy relationships!"

Izaya seemed surprised. They stopped at a red light and Izaya locked his gaze on him. "Eh? Other relationships?"

Shizuo suddenly felt defensive. "You mentioned how I was such a... Are you not? Who the hell was it?"

Izaya then looked shocked, but it slowly melted in to a soft smile that startled the blonde. "Pfft. I would've never expected you to be jealous..." He seemed to grow serious. The light turned green and he continued to drive. "Yeah, I had sex before."

Shizuo flinched. He had known it, but to hear Izaya say it aloud stung.

"It never meant anything, of course," the informant added. "They were girls, and I didn't love them as anything more than humans. I was gathering information."

Shizuo slammed his fist down on the dashboard. "They? How many?"

Izaya sighed, seeming to grow tired of talking of the subject. "Two, Shizuo."

"Did you use protection?" Shizuo hardly noticed the use of his real name.

Izaya laughed half-heartedly. "Of course, idiot. I don't want to be a father of their children."

Shizuo blinked and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "Well, for the last time, I can't have your children, you disgusting flea."

They pulled in to the parking lot of Shizuo's apartment complex. Shizuo scrambled out of the Mitsubishi quickly after grabbing his bag, which had been left in the car floor next to his feet. Just as he closed the door, he heard Izaya say, "'Night, darling."

Shizuo flushed and stalked towards the building. He heard the tires of Izaya's car squeal as the student drove away.

...

Shizuo's parents were not happy with him. He wasn't surprised. He had been gone all day and the clock next to the front door read 10:00. Kasuka had been waiting in the living room, sitting on the couch with his normally blank expression. Upon hearing the door close, he slowly turned Shizuo's way.

"You're in big trouble."

Needless to say, Shizuo was grounded. He didn't see the point. He was 18! But when he saw his mother's bright red face, even he feared her wrath. He went straight to his room and shut the door behind him. After collapsing on his bed, he fell asleep instantly.

...

As usual, he woke to the sound of Ikebukuro's early morning rush hour. He slowly sat up rubbed his head. His ass hurt, he noted. He remembered the night before. He remembered every powerful thrust, the face twisting and flushing above his. Izaya's face.

He grabbed his forehead and sighed shakily. From the corner of his eye, he spotted something that had been set on his bedside table.

He snatched it up and embraced it. "Sashimi! How'd you get back here?"

He hardly cared that he was talking to a doll. Finally, after clinging to her so hard she nearly broke, he held her out in front of him, studying her. Her lifeless eyes stared back at him as if to tell him who was responsible for her being there.

He huffed and pulled her close again, flushing.

"I really do hate you, Izaya."

...

FIN