Just a little post-smut fluff, with more to come next time ;) Enjoy!

Izaya

The sound click of the lock to the bathroom door and the loud "thunk" from the other side indicated that Shizuo's and my coition was finally sinking into that small brain of his. It was his own fault for always acting before giving things a second thought — or a first one, for that matter.

I sighed inwardly as I laid down on the bed, sprawled out, regretfully letting him take the first shower.

You're not the one who still has come in their ass, idiot…

I awkwardly wiped myself with the towel the blonde had fetched, but that didn't do much for the sweat and sex smell that clung to myself and the sheets. Bitter and sweet.

I'll have to call down to room service about new bedding…I noted. For a second, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a split in the furnishing of the headboard and smiled to myself.

After drying off what wasn't already dry, I got up and knocked on the bathroom door, knowing the response I would get.

"What is it. I'm in the shower," he said monotonously behind the wood. I could tell by how close his voice was, that he was leaning on the other side.

"The shower isn't even running, Shizu-chan," I rolled my eyes, slumping against it as well, crossing my arms.

The water immediately turned on.

"Can you open the door?" I asked politely.

I could tell by the drawn out pause that he was considering it, but after a minute and a half had passed I almost gave up and went back to bed. That was until I heard the door unlock and creek open ever so slightly.

Smiling at the tiny accomplishment, I pushed the door open the rest of the way slowly, and walked into the steamy room. Shizuo was already in the shower, probably contemplating the emotional toll this was going to have on him. Wiping away some of the fog in the mirror, I studied my reflection for a while, caught up in my own racing thoughts.

My hair was a damp mess; lips swollen, eyes a little bloodshot, and I could feel my body starting to ache. My skin appeared to somewhat have that legendary "afterglow" resemblance to it, but it must have been the fluorescent lighting, I decided, instead, ruling out the myth.

What did it feel like to other humans to lose their virginity?

Proud? Accomplished? Ashamed? Hurt? I guess it all depended on the how it was and who it was with.

"…"

In my experience…? I asked myself.

I smirked inwardly again, looking at the floor while rubbing the back of my neck.

I did feel accomplished, but not in the way I usually felt when pieces of the puzzle fell into place. This was something I didn't recall having felt before. I couldn't pinpoint the exact emotion I was currently experiencing, so rather, dismissed it as the leftover buzz of adrenaline that was beginning to wear off. However, despite knowing that to be untrue.

My eyes shifted back to the mirror to see the silhouette of the blonde through the frosty glass door of the shower behind me.

How did he feel? He really only has one emotion. He is the 'Fortissimo of Ikebukuro', after all, and certainly lived up to the name.

I grabbed a new towel off the rack to wrap around myself in the meantime while I waited, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. Sitting down, I could definitely feel all the places on my thighs that were going to come to a full bruise by morning; not only that, but every muscle fiber that made up my being felt like it had hit it's max. My limbs felt weak like jelly, like they would give up on me any moment now. But...

Something about that kindled the fire burning in my chest from the aftermath. That it was real.

Like I said, Shizu-chan, I'm the only one capable of handling a monster.

I didn't notice Shizuo standing in front of me with a towel wrapped around his waist until his feet came into sight of my downcast focus. In fact, I hadn't even heard him step out of the shower, since he left the water running. Probably for me.

"Oi."

I rose to my feet slowly, trying not to wobble in the process, feeling the pulled muscles in my legs protesting against the movement. But before I could meet caramel gaze with crimson, the blonde's bare chest was pressing against my face.

My heart stopped when I realized he was embracing me. All I could do was stand there, limp against the hot, dampness of the strong arms encircling me. The smooth,warm skin of his chest against my cheek and his head resting on my bare shoulder. I couldn't grasp the situation over my sudden bewilderment. Even something so simple as breathing was a struggle because all I could inhale was his scent. It was suffocating.

We stood like that for a while. I could feel his powerful heart beating next to my ear, it's audible pulse was loud and clear in my brain, literally drilling the unmistakable presence of the blonde's and my current position into my head. When I made no move to hug him back he only squeezed tighter, nuzzling into my neck more.

"D-Don't tell me Shizu-chan is the clingy type?" I teased, my voice wavering slightly.

Nothing, just more hugging, and I felt like he was putting more weight on me than what was intentional.

"Or does Shizu-chan plan on suffocating me now?"

That made him loosen and back away, muttering an awkward, "sorry" in response. His hands still lingered holding my shoulders in place. He was looking down at me, and I had forgotten how much taller he stood than me. Then again, we didn't usually get this close to each other, I suppose. In fact, couldn't remember the last time someone had held me like that…

I looked away for my own sake, knowing those calm, honey, puppy dog eyes were still staring at me.

"That was nice."

I slowly turned towards him, however, not making full eye contact. "Hm?"

"Hugging you…It was nice."

I even more quickly averted my gaze.

"And here, I thought you meant the sex."

By the low hum, I could tell he was smiling down at me. I felt shudder want to run down my spine like electricity. "That was nice too."

I eyed him once over, raising an eyebrow. "So you are the clingy type?"

He rolled his eyes. "You don't always have to be a little bastard, ya know that, right?"

His flattering compliment reminded me to smirk again. "I had no idea you found me so charming."

"You're a piece of work, flea, I'll give you that. But you're alright."

I chuckled, "just alright? No five-star rating? I'm wounded."

"Just be less of an asshole and maybe we can do it again sometime," he said, giving my shoulders one last gentle squeeze before walking out of the doorway with a wink.

I was stunned in place, feeling the heat rising and pooling to my cheeks. My mouth was left agape at the smoothness of his exit, irritatingly making my stomach flip at how human he was acting. Just who did he think he was?

Remembering to shut off the water that was still running, I stormed out of the bathroom behind him.

"Shizuo you neanderthal-nnfh—"

To my dismay, he caught me and pulled me in for a kiss again, catching me by surprise. I let my eyes flutter shut this time, despite my annoyance with him. Against my will, I practically melted in his arms once more as he pulled me into him. I hadn't realized just how desperate my body still was for the contact. How it so willingly gave into drinking up every ounce of intimacy thrown my way. How soon I was able to rebound wanting more, even when my mind was against it. Then again, I hadn't yet entirely sobered up.

"Is that the only way you'll shut up now?" he said, pulling away with a smug grin in a low voice.

My vision took a moment to focus again, meeting his caramel eyes that still flashed a glimpse of lust in them. My whole body felt flushed again, making things even more frustrating. Obviously, I had all the more intention of having the last word now.

"Is Shizu-chan going to act cocky from now on because he isn't a virgin?" I was able to redeem myself somewhat at the challenge.

"Flea…" he pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone changing into a demeanor I suddenly didn't think I liked the sound of.

"Shizu-chan…." I tested anyway.

"Are you afraid of me now?" he asked in a concerned tone, looking at me with slight worry swarming in those molten irises.

"W-What?!" I almost choked. "Why on earth would I be afraid of you? Now of all times?!"

"You get defensive because you don't like letting people in and then you start pushing people away."

"Um, in case you hadn't noticed, Shizu-chan, you were in."

"That's not what I—" sigh, "you're afraid of affection, but not sex? What do you think's gonna happen now?"

"Things go back to the way they were? I don't know, I only planned this far—!" I ended up stumbling on my own words.

He face palmed. "Okay, yeah, obviously we are still going to be us, but I'd feel like a total dick for fucking you and then ignoring you, do you get that now?"

All I could do was fall silent at the sincerity of his words.

I hated, and I mean really hated when he acted human — No, not even humans were that honest…

"…"

Once again, Shizuo Heiwajima was unpredictable as ever.

"You don't have to say anything. Just understand that I'm not like that…" his voice softened.

I couldn't help but blink a few times in thought, not certain of my own voice yet. It took a lot to put me in a position where I was speechless, but the blonde seemed to do it in just one blow. He must have realized that too.

"You can just nod, if you want."

Hesitantly, I nodded.

"Good…"

Having yet another breakthrough, standing awkwardly in just our towels, I eventually cleared my throat.

"If you'll excuse me then" I began quietly, "I would like to shower."

"Be my guest."

"And if you wouldn't mind calling room service to bring up more sheets…"

"…got it."

With that I turned back towards the door, shutting it soundlessly behind me. Still standing there with my hand on the handle, I let out a deep sigh.

What am I ever going to do about you Shizu-chan? You really do make things difficult for me.

The heat of the water felt soothing against my skin and exhausted muscles. With closed eyes I stood looking up, letting the water cascade down my face. It was refreshing, feeling the salt from my skin streaming down my body. I could finally feel clean again, as I washed away the impurities that pooled at the basin of the shower, collecting before they would be swallowed up by the drain. Yet, despite the relaxing and private atmosphere, my mind wouldn't shut off...Well, when did it ever?

But Shizuo monopolized everything. Questions, mostly, and it was frustrating when I could only make assumptions. I hated not knowing the facts.

What little I did know, was that the blonde was the type who laid all his emotions out on a table; a completely open book. He was honest when it came to his feelings, putting them into actions instead of words. There was no middle ground with him, as he only thought in extremes. That much I knew was true. Yet…

There was never any logic behind his so-called reasoning. Nothing that could in the slightest bit, be traced back to realism, something I could grasp and understand. I still knew nothing on how his brain worked. Aside from the fact that he was a stupid protozoan.

A protozoan that I—

I shook my head. No, I didn't like him. Having exclusive feelings for someone just wasn't in my nature, that I was sure of.

However, as Shizuo so simply put it, "I know you go out of your way to make people's life hell, but I really don't think you would go this far without some other purpose", kept ringing in the back of my mind.

Shinra would say just about the same thing…

I found myself frowning at the unwelcome realization that I was at a standstill with my inner thoughts. I tried to come up with conclusive logic for why things were playing out this way.

Well…I'll admit Shizu-chan is definitely more fun to mess with…I can't say that I get that same kind of exhilaration from other humans…So there's that. Shizu-chan also has…physical attractive attributes. I won't deny the obvious…And we did just— "ah, fuck."

Slowly the walls of denial I had built were crumbling with every possible word of reason. To my complete and utter dismay, with an irritated sigh, I accepted that I may feel something towards the blonde. Whatever that feeling may be.

I opened my eyes looking down at my hands; palms and fingertips starting to prune, much like my ego. I was getting annoyed from the unwanted tangents my mind seemed to like revisiting, and decided to busy myself with a necessary distraction instead of just waiting for an unlikely epiphany.

I bent down to grab my shampoo, when I felt the cap was loose.

"Can't say that I remember leaving this—"

My hand withdrew mid-reach as the sudden thought hit me.

"..."

That damned bastard! Now he's going to smell like me too?!

I eyed his cheap hotel shampoo and conditioner sitting. Right. Beside. My own products.

Out of my irritation and need to scold him, I quickly and aggressively began scrubbing at my scalp, wanting to get the shower over with sooner rather than prolong the privacy with my intrusive thoughts.

Washing my body thoroughly five times over, I deemed good enough to rid myself of brute germs. I shut the water off, dried myself with a fresh towel and looked around for the change of clothes. Clothes I didn't recall grabbing in the first place.

I sighed for the umpteenth time, wrapped myself in another fresh towel and walked out of the bathroom. To my surprise the blonde had already called for new sheets and was currently making the second bed.

"You're done already?" he said looking up at me quizzically.

With my back to him as I rummaged through my drawer for underwear, I replied, "compared to you, my showers are significantly longer. Then again, I'm sure using human showers are quite difficult for animals that are used to licking themselves to bathe."

"And compared to the average human, your showers usually last five times longer than that."

This time I turned to look at him.

"Yes, well, my mood was spoiled when I realized you used my shampoo. Are you going to start using my toothbrush now, as well?"

"That's pretty gross actually, considering the shit that comes out of your mouth," he said dropping the pillow he was fluffing and taking a step towards me.

"Hmph, well, you've kissed me, so I don't see what the problem is."

"And you've kissed me, even though you assume I lick myself to clean."

"Are you confirming that assumption?"

"Are you going to continue to deny your feelings while standing in a towel?" he said, mere inches away, looking down at me.

"You're right, I have more important things to do than argue with the mental capacity of a sack of potatoes." I was glaring at him, but it didn't have the same effect as it did when I was standing across from him. He wasn't getting the full effect this time, because I had to strain my neck up to look him in the eye. Otherwise, I wasn't normally this bothered by our height differences.

"So you are going to deny them, then?"

"I'm going to dry my hair."