It continues. . .

My friend was the inspiration for this chapter. She has one hell of an imagination when it comes to this crap.

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Chapter 14: One Silent Night

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It was early in the morning and Shizuo was sound asleep. But that didn't mean he was quiet. Djali, if the Shiba Inu could talk, could tell you that the blond was far from quiet in his sleep. Shizuo was still having similar dreams like before. Only they were getting more intense. . .

Shizuo merely sat on the couch smoking a cigarette in the information broker's apartment. He sat there thinking to himself about why the hell he was there. He really didn't have any reason why he had to be there. Izaya knew that if Kasuka was hurt in any way he was a dead man, not that he wasn't always a dead man. So again, why was he sitting here nonchalantly smoking in Izaya's apartment?

A pair of bare arms wrapped around his neck. "Were you waiting long?" A coy voice asked softly in his ear.

The blond spun around and off the couch to find a half-naked black haired man with cat ears and a tail was standing just centimeters away from him. "What the-"

A seductive grin rose on sly man's face. "What's wrong Shizu-chan?" A blush quickly rose on Shizuo's face and he stumbled backwards as Izaya moved forward up against him. He tilted back his ears, flicked his tail, and meowed against the debt-collector's chest. Shizuo took an overstep back and fell onto the floor. Izaya took full advantage over the situation and straddled Shizuo's waist. "You're trembling." Izaya grinned devilishly.

Shizuo was speechless, all he could do was literally sit back and watch as Izaya toyed with him. He didn't know what to think or what to do. All sense started to leave his being as the furry dressed man started smiling and started licking his nose. . .

Shizuo's eyes fluttered open to find and gray and white little puppy panting in face. "Djali, you little pipsqueak." The blond grumbled sitting up the best he could. The recollection of his early morning dream played hockey in his head. "And here I thought I was over it. Then again," He grumbled as he grabbed one of his crutches and stumbled over to the window. "It's only been a few days." Djali barked and jumped off the bed waddling his way over into the kitchen and sat down by his bowl waiting for his master.

Shizuo had become more sluggish in the morning since the gang incident. He still wanted to kick himself for letting it happen. But he'd have to let it go for now. He had bigger things worry about, like his brother hanging around with that blood sucking flea. Just the thought of them even being in same room was enough to get his blood boiling. But why? Yeah, his brother was old enough to think for himself, but that wasn't enough to make him this mad, or was it? Just about anything was enough to make him angry, so what made this any different? Not having a single clue on how to answer that question, Shizuo went about his daily routine.

As Djali happily ate his food as Shizuo sat at the table drinking his milk and eating cereal. He checked his email, no new messages. With nothing really to do, he figured he'd watch the news. But that plan failed. All they talked about was Kasuka and his new 'boy-toy'. That seemed like a pretty big slap in the face to him. But, as far as he was concerned, he didn't care. Nothing was ever going to happen between him and Izaya. And that was enough to give him a case of guilt and heartache. . .

While his master moped on the couch, Djali watched the door. When a shadow appeared, he started growling and the second the door opened, he pounced on the foot of the headless rider. Celty looked down at the little fur ball that was molesting her foot and shook her 'head'. Shizuo sat up and greeted her with a nod and noticed the white box she had in her hand. "What's that?" Shizuo ask and Celty just shrugged.

Shutting the door behind her, Celty set the box on Shizuo's lap and took out her phone. "Found it outside your door. Someone's trying to spread some holiday cheer." She typed.

"Ok." The blond said as he lifted up the card from the top of the box. He opened it.

I feel really bad about what happened. This will hopefully help your leg.

Shizuo eyed the card for a moment. Something about it smelled familiar. He took a second whiff of the card and he had his answer. "Izaya." He grumbled. "What does he think he's doing?"

"By the way the letter sounds, he's giving you an early Christmas present." Celty was more or less smiling. "It could be the same injections he used on his arm and ribs."

Shizuo opened the box and held out a syringe with a light green colored substance. "Hey Celty, do you know what Izaya has planned?"

A smirk would have risen on Celty's face if she had a face, but she was smirking on the inside. "I do, but I'm not telling you until you quit being stubborn and go and tell that you love him!"

Shizuo was blank faced. He would never understand why females felt it was so important for men to confess their feelings. So he didn't want to tell Izaya how he felt. It was for the best. "Not going to happen." He said rummaging through the box.

"Fine." Celty typed. "Here, let me do this."

It took about a good hour to get the cast off, find the correct injection points, and calm Shizuo down enough to relax. He fell back into a sound sleep, which Celty was grateful for. She took out her phone and sent a message to Izaya.

"What do you hope to accomplish by helping him heal quicker? Do you really think he'll come out to you this way?"

It was only a few seconds before she got an answer. "Yes I do. Maybe not right away, but he will. Especially if the plan if the Kasuka goes right."

"But if your plan fails?" Celty asked. "What if, in the end, Shizuo only gets hurt and never wants anything to do with you? Did you ever think that this whole thing could go terribly wrong?"

"If worst come to worst, then I really don't know." Izaya wrote back. "If that happened then I guess I'd have a lot of graveling to do."

Celty shook her head. "All I'm saying is maybe you should drop all of this and just tell Shizuo how you feel. He won't admit it, but really, all of this is just eating him up on the inside. It has for a really long time."

Izaya just sat back in his couch watching the news. Reading Celty's message got him thinking. Maybe he should just tell Shizuo the truth. But he had taken a while to accept the truth, how could he just come out and tell the blond his feelings? Did Shizuo share those same feelings? If so, how long had they been brewing up inside him like this? It really made his head spin.

After a while, Izaya gave up asking questions and laid his butt down on the couch. After about a half hour of watching mindless television, he fell into a sound snooze. . .

Izaya laid on his back on the floor of his studio apartment and he wasn't alone. Shizuo was with him and racking his body with sinful pleasure. As both men started to reach their full climax, Izaya clung on tightly to the blond above him. Shizuo whispered sweet nothings in his ear causing his companion to make his release in the process of making his own. The two men laid like that for several minutes. A smile rose on Izaya's face and he pressed his lips against Shizuo's.

"I kinda don't want to move." Shizuo whispered.

Izaya grinned at him. "I feel the same-however-I am going to need a shower before Namie comes home and witnesses us lying on the floor naked." The smaller man chuckled.

"True." Shizuo ran a hand through his now tangled blond hair. "Can't be helped then." Shizuo got up off of Izaya grabbing his cigarettes from his pants' pockets and walking over to the window on lightly wobbly legs. Izaya pulled himself up off the floor and stumbled his way over to the taller man and wrapped his arm around his torso.

Izaya snuggled his head into Shizuo's back. The blond turned around to face the smaller dark haired man who had a grin glued to his face. "The bathroom's this way." Izaya held up the blonde's hand and let it go as he turned around and ran off to the bathroom like a teenage girl.

"I'll be there is a moment, don't worry." Shizuo said taking a drag of his cigarette.

Izaya turned on the hot water and stepped inside the shower letting the trails of the water made run down his back. Shizuo stepped in shortly afterwards wrapping his arms around Izaya's chest and kissing the back of his neck. Izaya laughed and placed his hands over top of Shizuo's manly hands. "The whole point of a shower is to clean ourselves, not to make more of a mess." The sly man grinned.

"Wasn't planning on it," Shizuo said kissing just under the corner of Izaya's jaw. "Unless that's what you want."

"I want a lot of things." Izaya whispered. "And some way or another I always manage to get them." And it was true. Izaya had this really interesting way to get whatever he wanted and Shizuo was no exception.

The blond shrugged. "If you say so." Shizuo starts to message Izaya's shoulders earning soft moans from the body in front of him.

Izaya whipped around and pressed his lips against the blonde's firmly. Shizuo ran a hand through Izaya's wet hair as his presses their lips even tighter together. Izaya honestly felt like he was going to melt. This was what he wanted. . .

The sound of vibrations made him spring out of his dream. Once Izaya realized he was back in reality, he groaned in frustration completely ignoring his phone. "Heiwajima Shizuo. . . why are you haunting me?"