Sick

Izaya

"Shh. Yes I'm watching." Izaya shifted his position, so he was slightly more comfortable, pretending to watch the screen. Shizu-chan showed him that innocent smile again, laying his head on the side of the sofa, his arms supporting his head.

"Shizu-chan?" It looked like the blond had fallen asleep. He let out a sigh of relief, maybe he could take care of his problem now. "Shizu-chan?" He jabbed the blond in the ribs, smirking when he didn't get a response. "Since when did you let your guard down? Especially around me?" Izaya brushed a lock of hair from the blond's eyes.

His thumb brushed against Shizu-chan's soft lips. The blond gasped opening his mouth. Izaya held back his surprise, straddling the other, he lifted the blond's head, so he was sitting upright. Izaya pushed his thumb inside the open mouth, knowing if Shizu-chan woke up, he would probably lose it. "What are you dreaming about, Shizu-chan?" He could feel the bulge underneath him.

The blond was in the same situation as he was. "Maybe we should help each other out." He could feel Shizu-chan's tongue pressing against his thumb. Screw it. Izaya replaced his thumb with his tongue, letting them curl around each other. The blond let out a moan, urging Izaya to go on.

He shifted his hips, rubbing their clothed erections together. Don't open your eyes, Shizu-chan. The blond was panting in his sleep, his hips moving against Izayas unconsciously. Damn, this was a bad idea, he was now rock hard, the same as the blond. Reaching down, he unzipped Shizu-chan's pants, taking out the other's member.

Shizu-chan was big, almost the same size as his own. He ground them together, wrapping his hand around both of them. "Ngh." Don't wake up, Shizu-chan." Izaya stroked both of them, flicking his thumb over the tip, bringing the blond to completion. The body underneath him shuddered, spilling himself over Izaya's hand.

Izaya let go of their members, putting the blond's back in his pants. Shizu-chan's face was flushed and panting. He climbed off the blond, returning to the other side of the sofa. Minutes later he heard a groan from the blond, as he woke up. He didn't miss the look of shame and embarrassment that crossed Shizu-chan's face.

"Ne, Shizu-chan. Finally awake?" He was enjoying watching the blond squirm. "The film finished ages ago." He watched as the blond stretched. "I must be tired. I'll be down for dinner." Izaya nodded, switching off the tv, he walked back to his desk, his back to the blond. Shizu-chan took his chance to escape up the stairs.

He wondered who it was, that the blond was dreaming of. As far as he knew the blond didn't have any crushes, he was too focused on trying to smash him to date any girls. Izaya shook his head, why did he care who the blond loved?

But this needed to end. He needed Shizu-chan back to the monster he was, for both their sakes. Izaya finished his text, arranging a visit, or rather demanding the idiot get here in the next couple of hours. He would need a way to keep Shizu-chan busy, while they spoke.

What did he actually know about Shizu-chan? He had monstrous strength, but not anymore. He was friends with Shinra who wanted to dissect him, Celty another monster, Vorona the russian assassin. But maybe the blond wasn't into women. If that was the case, Tom had tried to take him away, he'd given him a job, kept him by his side.

Where he had destroyed the blond's life, Tom had been there to re-build it. He wasn't sure why he was unhappy with that thought. Or why he was still thinking about it. He finally snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a loud thud from upstairs, followed by a muffled scream. Izaya sprinted up the stairs, knocking on the door. "Shizu-chan?" He heard a groan through the door. "Are you okay?"

He got another groan as a reply, sighing as he opened the door, he watched Shizu-chan try to push himself up. "Why didn't you ask for help? Stupid Protozoan." The blond glared at him, holding his towel to him. "I can take a bath by myself." Izaya glanced down at the once strong monster, sprawled on the floor. "I can see that."

He reached down, lifting the blond by his good arm, who covered himself with the towel. The blond was defenceless. "Hmm, you didn't wash your hair." He dragged Shizuo to the shower, reaching for the shampoo bottle, removing the cap, he squeezed some into his hand, gently massaging it into the Shizu-chan's hair.

The blond relaxed, it was a shame he couldn't see the others face. He finished rinsing Shizu-chan's hair, feeling the blond shiver. He didn't want Shizu-chan to get a cold, though he didn't know if that was even possible. Shinra was amazed that the monster had never been sick. "Much better. Do you need help getting dressed? Shizu-chan?"

Izaya waited until the blond shook his head. "I can manage on my own." Why was he so stubborn? Fine if he didn't want any help. He shrugged leaving the bathroom. He checked his phone, seeing that he had a reply.

He called Shizu-chan down after making dinner. He wasn't a brilliant cook, but he could make the basics. The ate in silence, Izaya waiting until the blond had finished. "I have a client, coming in about an hour. Can you stay upstairs? Shizu-chan." He received a smile and a nod in return. "It's fine, I have plenty to do."

Izaya grit his teeth as he heard a knock on the door. As he passed the stairs, he checked to see if the door was closed. Opening the door, he let his friend's father in. "You still have that stupid mask on." He led the scientist to the sofa, keeping his distance. Shingen wasn't a nice person, he was sick and twisted and one of the humans, Izaya didn't count as precious.

"Why did you want to see me? Your message was quite rude." Izaya didn't offer him any drinks, he wanted Shizu-chan's problem fixed and the mad man away from him. Maybe he should have asked Celty to come as well. "What did you do to Shizu-chan?" He couldn't see Shingen's expression through his mask. "I'm surprised, I thought you would be happy, your enemy is weaker than you."

Izaya shrugged, twirling his knife. "You interrupted our game and destroyed the balance." Maybe he should cut that mask off. "And where is he now? Let me guess, he's upstairs living with you?" Izaya bit his lip. "That's none of your concern. What did you do to him? And how do I fix it?"

Shingen laughed at him. "You've changed, Do you care for that monster? His body is excellent to experiment on." The next second, Izaya had him pinned to the sofa, his blade at the doctor's throat. "Shizu-chan is mine." Shingen sounded amused. "Your what?" For once he couldn't answer, he would deal with that thought later. "Give me the medical file. You recorded everything you did right?"

He could feel Shingen's shoulders shake. "You couldn't possibly understand it. What right do you have to threaten me?" Izaya blinked as a gun was held in his face. "You were the ones who took my little experiment away." If Namie hadn't come crying to him, he wouldn't have guessed the gun was fake. "I'm not going to back away from a toy."

The scientist shrugged. "Nothing you say, will make me hand his file over." Izaya smirked, lifting the knife from his neck. "You're right. Bring me the file on Shizu-chan or every time I see you, I will do this." Everyone had a weakness and Shingens was obvious. He brought the knife down, slashing through the mask.

He could see Shingen's surprised face, as the mask fell apart. "Y-you." The scientist covered his mouth, his eyes looking around. Izaya stepped away from the sofa watching him panic. The doctor was practically hyperventilating. "Shinra said you hated breathing in the air." Izaya went to his desk, pulling out a small mask. "Do you want this?"

Shingen shook his head, Izaya sighed, opening one of the windows. He smiled as a cold breeze blew through the room. He heard a shout from the sofa as he went to open another window. "S-stop!" The informant turned back to him. "G-give me the mask." Izaya threw it to him, Shingen reaching for it.

He waited until Shingen had tied the mask on. "You're as cruel as they say." Izaya shrugged. "I'll give you the file." He nodded, taking his phone out. "How long are you planning to stay here?" Shingen blinked. "You're another monster."

Izaya smiled when there was a knock on the door. "Celty, you're late." The Dullahan started typing, he knew when she stopped it was because of who was in the room. "Celty wait. He's agreed to give us Shizu-chan's medical file." The dullahan paused. Really? This man is crazy.

"Can you take him back and bring me the file?" Celty nodded, although Izaya was sure she was holding back. How is Shizuo? So Celty was still worried about Shizu-chan. "He's fine. Still weak." Celty nodded, dragging Shingen from the apartment. "If he tries anything, take his mask off." Izaya laughed as the scientist paled.

He was surprised Shizuo hadn't come down with all the noise. The blond had kept his word. He should let him know, it was okay to come down. Even with the tv, he must be getting bored. "Shizu-chan?" He didn't get an answer as he knocked on the door. This was the bathroom all over again. "Shizu-chan, it's rude not to answer, when you're -"

"Called." The blond was laying half off the bed. "How do you manage to sleep like that? Shizu-chan." He lifted the blond, moving him to the centre of the bed. That was when he noticed the blood. Since when did the blond get nose bleeds? Izaya gently shook him, shaking him harder when he didn't get a response.

"Shizu-chan. Hey Shizu-chan. Wake up. Wake up." The blond groaned weakly. Izaya watched him blink, trying to wake himself up. "Iz-" He rubbed the blond's back as he broke into a coughing fit. "Flea?" Izaya said nothing. He wouldn't admit, that he was slightly scared at the blond's condition. "I'm going to call, Shinra." Shizu-chan grabbed his arm.

"It's fine. I'm just a bit dizzy." Izaya shook his head. The blond was shaking, his skin burning up. "I'll be fine, I just need to sleep." Izaya shook him again,as the blond closed his eyes. Now he was worried. The sooner Celty got back the better. "Shizu-chan!" He didn't get an answer.

Hello? Izaya watched over the blond as he made a call. "Something is wrong with Shizu-chan. Get over here." There was a sigh on the other end. What happened? Izaya told him what had happened when he had first walked into the room. I'll be there soon. It sounds like he has a high fever. Izaya hung up, slipping the phone back in his pocket.

He hovered over the blond, their foreheads touching. "It must hurt, Shizu-chan. You've never been sick." He didn't get a response. "You irritate me, everything you do is unpredictable." He usually looked peaceful when he was sleeping, now he looked like he was in pain, Izaya could feel the head through his forehead. "I don't get, why you would want to be like this. Why would you give up being a monster?"

Izaya shook his head. "No, that's wrong. You're not a monster. You're Shizu-chan." So get better, don't be this weak. You're meant to stand out from everyone. Where is the Shizu-chan I know and -

His laughter echoed around the room, as he rolled of the blond onto the other side of the bed. That was impossible, but what else could it be? Why was he willingly looking after the blonde?

Why would he care whether he was bored? Or molest him in his sleep? Why else would he threaten Shingen for the medical data? "Ne, Shizu-chan. I just realized I might be in love with you." The blond showed no sign of having heard him, or waking up. "So cold, Shizu-chan." Izaya threw his arm over his eyes, continuing to laugh.

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