Title: Beautiful Mess
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

NOTE: Based off the movie Pretty Woman, however, it will have MAJOR changes. And smut.

"Now this is what I call relaxation," Izaya remarked, looking in all ways content as he submerged himself neck deep in warm water. He lazily slit his eyes open to stare at the lush gardens just outside.

Briefly glancing over to the nearby sliding door leading inside, where Shizuo was still scrubbing himself with soap, Izaya tried to gather his thoughts.

Not many words had been exchanged between the two of them on their way to the onsen, both lost in thought.

Izaya was grateful for the downtime. It provided him a moment to gather his thoughts in peace, though no conclusion was made. He still wasn't sure exactly how he felt about the whole situation. Sure, he'd heard that Shizuo's client's name was Shiki-san before, but he hadn't even dreamed him to be that Shiki. What were the odds?

The door slid open, breaking Izaya's train of thought, and Shizuo stepped out. Izaya admired the naked body until it disappeared within the water, sending small waves on Izaya's chin.

"You look comfortable," Shizuo said lightly, rolling his shoulders. The water felt wonderfully cozy.

"Feels nice," Izaya mumbled, closing his eyes, "Though I hope you know you can't run from your father forever."

"Thanks for the reminder," Shizuo replied dryly, resting his elbows on dry surface. He knew it to be true, but the idea of coming here was to not think about that stuff. When the hell had this guy become the voice of reason anyway?

…

Well, he had since the day Shizuo met him, actually. Shizuo frowned at the thought, trying to convince himself that it was a voice of unrealistic ideas instead.

"This is your fault, you know."

Izaya's eyes snapped open.

"My fault?"

"Yeah. If I wasn't worried about you running off, I might not have had the guys to tell Shiki-san my father's true intentions."

Izaya was taken aback at the idea of Shizuo worried about him, but didn't voice it.

"True intentions?"

Shizuo sighed, staring blankly at the water.

"Shiki-san is having financial difficulties right now, and all my father wants to do is kick him while he's down. He planned on selling Shiki's part of the company off once he merged with us. Little parts of the contract in extremely fine print; it's something my father prides himself in. I warned Shiki-san of this tonight against my better judgment," Shizuo explained, vividly remembering the scene that had just occurred in Aragawa. He felt like a coward for rushing out like that, not even taking the time to wait for a response.

Izaya tried to soak the new information in, with some difficulty.

"... what do you think your father is going to do?"

Shizuo gave him a wry smile.

"Heh, I have no idea. I'm hoping my disappearance will give him time to calm down. Not likely, though."

Izaya knew this was a serious situation. He almost felt bad, considering he was somewhat behind this new-found courage within Shizuo to stand up to his father. He'd thrown so many words around... and sure, he meant every one of them. He hated seeing Shizuo so over-worked and controlled. Izaya would literally choose his current occupation than to be subjected to that!

But at the same time, he had to make himself realize that this was messing with Shizuo's family, his career, his life. He could tell Shizuo was a proud man. It wasn't something that could so easily be let go.

Izaya knew of that situation all too well.

"I don't think your decision was against better judgment. Seems like the right thing to do."

"...maybe the right thing morally, not for business," Shizuo commented, staring off into the distance with a slight trace of a frown on his lips, "I really do let my emotions get in the way too much."

Izaya gently chewed on his bottom lip, wanting to tell Shizuo that it was better that way, but knew his words would do nothing but trouble the blond at the moment. And then Izaya had another urge, which made him bite down just a little harder, before he opened his mouth.

"... well, thank you," Izaya said quietly, looking away when brown eyes found his own.

"What?"

"For helping Shiki."

Shizuo's eyebrows shot up.

Shiki?

No Shiki-san?

Come to think of it, Izaya had ran out right after Shiki's location had been revealed...

"... do you know Shiki-san?" Shizuo asked slowly, perplexed by his own question. How would someone like Izaya know someone like Shiki? Unless... wait, no, Izaya couldn't have been Shiki's client. Shiki was a wealthy man who surely had extravagant properties like himself, so Izaya wouldn't have been so excited to be exposed to those things if Shiki had taken him in beforehand.

"Mm. Yeah. Used to," Izaya drawled, dipping down further into the water. Any further and he wouldn't be able to talk without water running in his mouth. The light steam drifting off the surface did nothing to shield the wry grimace on his lips, and with a loose shrug, Izaya exhaled deeply, "Ran away from home for him after all."

Shizuo did not understand right away. It took a few seconds of unmoving silence for images of Izaya on the piano to come back to him, the confession of that day returning to hit him upside the head.

Shizuo's jaw nearly dropped open.

"... how is that..."

'… even possible?' Shizuo continued in his mind, too confused to continue out loud.

Izaya abruptly rose his upper body out of the water, copying Shizuo's pose by placing his elbows on the outer rim of the onsen.

"Shiki was just starting his career back then. He married into money and got his big break. Kind of funny to hear he's having financial difficulty now."

Shizuo's eyebrows furrowed. Izaya was being rather flippant about this, putting off an air of indifference. The fact Izaya hadn't met his eyes throughout the spiel said otherwise.

"Are you telling me Shiki-san was the guy you loved?"

Izaya's eyes flickered before he lolled his head back.

"Aaaah," Izaya sighed into the air. He righted his head and waved a hand in the air before continuing, "That was so long ago."

Shizuo's lips pulled themselves back into a frown.

"...sorry I put you in that situation."

"Like you knew," Izaya remarked with a light smile, finally looking at Shizuo. When the frown on the other man's face did not disappear, Izaya insisted, "It's fiiiine. You have enough to worry about."

Shizuo mentally agreed wholeheartedly. However, that did not mean concern for Izaya was going to be shoved back behind it all.

Izaya determined this was getting awkward again. No wonder people in his profession warned him about getting personal. It was alarming to not be in control, to offer more than a body. It was even more alarming that despite the uncomfortable aftermath, he continued to do it!

Yearning for that familiarity, Izaya elegantly pushed himself off the edge and waded over toward Shizuo. Shizuo watched with interest as Izaya placed wet hands on his shoulders and wrapped skinny legs loosely around his torso.

"This," Izaya said, poking a finger in between Shizuo's eyebrows, "is going to look like a Pug's face when you're an old man due to all your worrying."

Shizuo snorted, running his hands down Izaya's sides until they rested on his hips.

"You're going to die before you even get old, saying comments like that."

Izaya gasped dramatically.

"A threat of murder, calling off work, ratting out your father," Izaya listed with a grin, one hand settling on the back of Shizuo's neck, fingers gently stroking the skin, "Such a bad boy!"

It truly was said to tease, without any sexual undertone, but just knowing it came from Izaya's lips made Shizuo blush.

"Taking in a prostitute," Shizuo added to the list, making Izaya's grin grow wider. Shizuo's thumb made soft circles on Izaya's hip as the taller man smiled, "But even though it's all troublesome, I can't seem to bring myself to regret any of it."

Izaya's heart skipped a beat.

"... well duh, who could regret me?" Izaya exclaimed egotistically, making Shizuo roll his eyes. After a moment's hesitation, Izaya leaned forward and gave a small kiss to the strong jaw in front of him. Looking up and seeing no resistance in Shizuo's gaze.. in fact, the eyes staring at him were making him warmer than the hot spring.. Izaya continued peppering Shizuo's neck with kisses.

It wasn't until those light kisses turned into heated sucks that Shizuo acted. Wrapping his arms around the smaller man, he hugged him tightly to his chest and stood up. Izaya quickly latched onto him, weightlessly lifted into the air, looking down at the feet that were moving away from the hot spring curiously. His body shivered slightly from the change in temperature.

"Shizu-chan? We weren't in there very long," Izaya spoke, the beginnings of a pout on his face as he attempted to mold his body into Shizuo's for warmth.

"Can't dirty the spring water," Shizuo replied, one arm hugging Izaya's middle while the other opened the sliding door.

With a Cheshire-like grin, Izaya leaned down to talk on his ear.

"Are you admitting something definitely would have happened?" Izaya whispered, eyes twinkling with mirth at the audible inhale. With a chuckle, Izaya drew back to look at his face, "I've told you before, Shizu-chan! Confidence is sexy!"

Shizuo stopped by a small shelf with baskets of towels and two clean, neatly pressed yukatas.

"Well I'm confident," Shizuo began, letting Izaya's feet slide down to the floor, "that you are going to love the food here."

"Food?" Izaya repeated, interest peaked as they toweled themselves off.

"I told them to serve it at seven thirty. You'll see," Shizuo promised, grabbing both yukatas and tossing one to Izaya. The raven slipped his arms inside and tied the front before following Shizuo back to their private room.

Sure enough, there was an elaborate meal set out on top of an elongated kotatsu inside. Steaming liquids, colorful fruits, bowls of rice, assortments of sushi and seafood... Izaya felt his mouth water from just looking at it all.

"Can't beat this!" Izaya exclaimed, plopping down on the floor and slipping his legs beneath the blanket, "Hey, this isn't on!"

Shizuo chuckled, sitting on the opposite side.

"It's not really that cold in here."

"Your point? I plan to take full advantage of this week, thank you, and I am going to have a warm kotatsu!" Izaya proclaimed, proving his word by turning it on. Shizuo just smiled, until he realized something very vital was missing.

"... they didn't bring any sugar," Shizuo said, disappointed as he looked over things again.

"What the heck do you need sugar for?"

"My tea."

"... for being so rich and all, you sure don't have refined tastes."

Shizuo glared at him.

"You don't even know what refined tastes are."

"Is that a challenge?" Izaya asked, straightening, "Ok hot shot, what's the most expensive food on this table right now?"

Shizuo raised a brow, looking at the variety of food.

"... probably the otoro," Shizuo guessed, pointing at the pink and white slabs of meat on one of the smaller plates. Izaya quickly snatched up a piece, observing the decorative pale lines of fat before taking a rather generous bite.

"See, I love it!" Izaya said rather quickly, with his mouth still full. As the tender meat melted on his tongue, his eyes grew wide, and he stared at what was left in his hand, "... this is amazing."

"You were going to say you liked it whether you did or not, just to prove me wrong."

"This is very true. However, this is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life!" Izaya exclaimed, popping the rest inside his mouth. He wondered how expensive it really was, because it would be a sad, sad thing to only have this magnificent meat once! "You're taking me to have this again."

"Oh am I?" Shizuo asked with a grin. It made Izaya pause, and silently curse. He did it again! Asked something of his client!

Frowning at his mistake, Izaya split a pair of chopsticks and grabbed a bowl of rice, occupying his mouth.

With an elbow on the table and head rested in his palm, Shizuo was forgoing the delicious meal in front of him to observe Izaya eating well and trying new things. He didn't even comment when Izaya took every piece of otoro for himself.

"Izaya."

"Hrm?" Izaya hummed with his cheeks full. Shizuo chuckled before a more serious look settled on his features. He dragged his elbow off the table and sat up.

"Do you ever plan on going back to your family?"

I Like To Stalk You: Anyone might call Shizuo, including people from work or business partners or whatever. Who knows what Izaya would say if he answered the phone. XD That's why Shizuo didn't want him answering the phone.

GintaxAlvissForever: Ok xD I took that as you thought it was her real name, not the first and last name of an alias, sorry~

Giveortake: LOL, pimp Shiki! XDDD I'd probably die laughing if I wrote him in that role

Dream Me Asleep: Ahahaha, I do a lot of my writing in History class! :D

chibi: Those shorts are not SHORT ENOUGH. 8D xD

chibicherry3 and A Joke: :3! Hi new readers~! Glad you like it~

MeLoNnAiSE: I so saw you on Aarinfantasy. I love Koisuru Boukun too :D

(((Bani: I'm drowning in work too, hun, you're not alone D:
I also love Jeff Dunham, and Achmed is by far my favorite XD!
LOL at the lesbian story! I just talked with two friends of mine a couple days ago about how it's not as fun with two girls because there is nothing to insert DD: Haha!
I promise Izaya will wear the dress.
"OH YOU SWEET SON OF MARY" -This made me laugh. Hard.))

To all readers: You are amazing. Sorry for the "is this leading up to sex- DAMN IT!" and "GAH CLIFFY" moments in this chapter, hehe