Another 4 month delay for chapter 14, sigh. Well the good news is I'll be finishing this fic this summer most definitely, theres only like 3 more chapters tops since the content of my chapters has been so behind schedule.

Title: Inexperienced

Pairing: ShizuoxIzaya

Rated: M for sexual content and themes

Warning: This a a yaoi fic, if you don't like it don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or any of its characters.

Izaya ended up sleeping at Shizuo's place twice that week and then again in the following one. It was nice for the most part; they were able to hold up a pretty normal relationship despite being such different people. Shizuo didn't ask questions, and the jealousy was kept to a minimal, healthy amount. The blond usually avoided going to the club at all; ironic given the nature of their first encouter, but he figured he no longer needed to go to the club to see Izaya. Overall, things were going pretty well, or they were, until Izaya started...crossing a few lines too many.

Most days, Shizuo would wake up, text Izaya for awhile, have something to eat and then head to work. When he was through, he tended to get home to find Izaya had used the set of keys he kept under his doormat outside and let himself into the house. Shizuo had never much cared about him doing so; occasionally he'd even find Izaya had cooked dinner while waiting around for the him to get off work.

It was the little things here and there, things Shizuo hadn't noticed at first, that started piling up. The two of them had been pretty casual with their relationship, falling into a pattern where they could expect when to see one another on a daily basis. Behind the scenes though, things were changing. Shizuo's friends had noticed it first, when the man himself turned a blind eye. At one point in the middle of the week, he'd gotten a call from his boss asking why he was interested in moving the day he had off to a different day. After his initial confusion, he found out that apparently Izaya had actually called his boss to say Shizuo wanted to change it. The blond shrugged it off, allowing the day to be moved so that it lined up with Izaya's day off without mentioning the incident to Izaya himself. He figured it had been done out of good intentions, and he didn't want to make things awkward by trying to talk about it.

The next thing he noticed was a calendar hanging from the back of the door to his room. Now, Shizuo was aware that Izaya was in his house a lot, so upon seeing the calendar there, he figured he must have put it there at some point. He'd spotted it one morning just sitting there and walked over to get a closer look, yawning and rubbing his tired eyes. As it turned out, not only was it a new calendar, it'd been put to use. In small, neat handwriting, Shizuo read some of the things Izaya had written in. The strangest part of it was, some of the dates that were marked appeared to be things that pertained strictly to Shizuo himself and had nothing to do with Izaya, and yet he hadn't known about them. The blond lifted the pages to look at the current month as well as the next, his curiosity piqued. There were things like 'meeting with Tom' and 'doctor's appointment – Shizu-chan' on there, and, having heard nothing of these things, Shizuo was compelled to check their legitimacy. Upon finding that the dates marked for him were in fact genuine, he couldn't help but wonder to himself how Izaya had known to schedule them. Again, he neglected to speak with him about it, deciding to just be grateful that he'd done what could be considered to be a favour.

The final tip off for Shizuo came on his day off a few weeks after he and Izaya had officially gotten together. They'd planned to go out to see a movie, so Izaya had come over to Shizuo's house and sat on the sofa while the blond showered. He had just gotten out, towel wrapped around his waist as he dried his hair when he heard his phone ring. It rang twice before Shizuo had the chance to put the towel he was using to dry his hair down and leave the bathroom, but at that point he noticed the sound had stopped.

He looked around to see where he'd even put the phone, to find Izaya in the kitchen, leaning over a counter answering the call. He looked at the scene, his mouth slightly parted as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head and went to his room to put on some clothes. In his mind he knew he had to talk to Izaya about all this, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach the subject.

It was a little strange to even have to talk about what was going on, and there wasn't really a name for it. Shizuo wanted to bring it to Izaya's attention without offending him, which was inevitably easier said than done. To put it bluntly, he'd finally figured out that the guy was butting into his personal life in every sense of the word. Shizuo liked having Izaya over as much as he was, and he liked how close they had become. However all of the things Izaya'd been doing on the side, like cleaning his house, managing his calendar and answering his phone were just downright unnecessary. It wasn't like it was especially detrimental to anything, the idea that Izaya was organizing his life was a nice thought and he appreciated the sentiment, but as the days went on it was clear that it was really just overkill.

Shizuo didn't say anything that week or the next, working out in his head how to phrase what he wanted to say. It seemed like there was no good way to put it, and maybe in the end he shouldn't complain. After all, it wasn't like it was hurting anybody right? Maybe it was all in Shizuo's head and he had no good reason to bring it up. Weighing the pros and cons of the situation and deciding whether or not to talk about it took up the majority of Shizuo's thoughts, especially when he was in the presence of the subject of the issue. When they were together the blond became exceedingly more distant, until at one point after they'd gone out to dinner and were sitting in Shizuo's car, Izaya questioned him about it.

Putting his hand out to rest on Shizuo's arm, Izaya looked at the blond in the driver's seat. "Shizu-chan, is there something bothering you? You've hardly said a word all night," He asked.

Shizuo started driving back to Izaya's place, his eyes fixed on the road as he sighed. It wasn't the ideal situation and definitely not the way he'd wanted to go into the conversation, but he didn't want to lie either. "It's just...Why're you getting so involved in my life?" He questioned bluntly.

Izaya looked taken aback as he retracted his hand from Shizuo's arm. "What?"

"Answering my calls, planning my events...Izaya I don't need you to do all that shit."

At this point Izaya was definitely annoyed by Shizuo's lack of delicacy. "Well excuse me for trying to straighten things up for you," He said, his eyes narrowing.

Shizuo gave an uncharacteristic laugh at that. "Straighten up? Is that why you cleaned my entire house?"

"Remind me never to do you a favour again," Izaya seethed.

Shizuo wasn't sure where his intentions for being gentle had gone, but he plowed right on. "No Izaya, a favour is helping someone throw out some junk maybe, you're practically running my personal life at this point."

At this point they'd pulled up in front of Izaya's apartment complex and the anger coming off of the raven haired man was almost palpable. "You won't have to worry about that any more, asshole," He muttered as he left the car, slamming the door hard in a fit of frustration.

Realizing what he'd done, Shizuo quickly turned off the car and got out after him, following him into the lobby. "Hey, wait! Look...you know I didn't mean that," He placated, grabbing Izaya's shoulder.

Izaya just shrugged him off as he got his keys and headed for the elevator. "Just leave me alone, Shizuo."

Surprised at the use of his full name and the finality in his words, Shizuo let Izaya be, watching as he got in the elevator and the doors closed in front of him. This kind of thing was exactly what the blond had been trying to avoid doing and yet it had happened anyway. He groaned as he made his way back to his car, driving back to his own home.

He knew he fucked up, but thought maybe it would be best to give Izaya some time to cool down first, so he didn't attempt to call him that night.

When he did call however, he soon found that none of his calls were answered. At first they would ring out, and it seemed like maybe Izaya just wasn't available, but after a few days they began to go straight to voice mail every time without ringing at all. Shizuo left a few messages saying he was sorry and would give Izaya some time and space, but when days turned into weeks, he got a little impatient.

He still didn't think it was that big of a deal and Izaya was just being dramatic, so when two weeks had gone by since the incident, Shizuo tried visiting the club. He knew Izaya would be there, so he stopped by and went to their old table and waited for him to make an appearance. He didn't, in fact the first time the blond saw him wasn't until his performance on stage. It was pretty much the same as Shizuo had remembered it, if not a little more revealing and over the top, but he figured that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Izaya finally came out to work the floor, weaving in and out of the crowd in the club. Shizuo briefly managed to get his attention, only to be brushed off with an, "I'm working, Shizuo." When Izaya went to stir up interest on the dance floor, it seemed especially lewd and exaggerated to Shizuo, the way he let the men grind up against him to the music almost disgusting. It was then that the blond gave up, making a face at Izaya's raunchy display that he was sure was turned up just for him and leaving the club.

Fuming, Shizuo made no attempt to contact Izaya after that, letting him have his precious space. If he wanted to be petty about it then he could go right ahead.

Time stretched on, and Shizuo left it alone until the month ended. All the while he was in an exceedingly bad mood, especially when his friends questioned him about where Izaya was and what was going on with him. Every little thing pissed him off and the whole thing was so ridiculous, that one night, on a day he knew Izaya wasn't working, he drove over to the other male's apartment, and asked the lobby for his floor. He took the elevator to it and angrily knocked on his door.

Izaya opened it, tired eyes looking to see who was at his apartment knocking so loudly at midnight. His brow furrowed upon seeing Shizuo, and at first he attempted to shut the door, but the blond put a hand out to stop that from happening. "We need to fucking talk, Izaya."

"I have nothing to say to you," Izaya responded, looking at the floor.

"Well I do, so just let me in for a goddamn second," Shizuo growled. "Please." Chancing a look at him, Izaya sighed and opened his door wider to allow the blond to enter.

Bit of a cliff hanger there, rest assured it wont take four months for the next chapter. I'm thinking a week tops. Read and review.