Movement
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Shizuo
"Izaya, get back up here. He's gone." He waited anxiously, until there was rustling under the bed, a weight on top of him. "That was close." Shizuo sighed, trying to move again. "Hurry up and kiss me." The flea grinned, in the light given by the phone, now that it had been turned on again. "At least there's something good about this."
"How do you want me to kiss you?" Damn flea. "Come on, Shizu-chan. I don't know unless you tell me." He winced as he tried to turn away. "Did Shingen do anything else to you?" He honestly didn't know, he would find out once his body started recovering.
Shizuo blinked as his vision was blocked, feeling a pair of soft lips against his and then it was gone, he could still feel Izaya's breath against his neck. "I'll let you off this time." He smiled as those lips touched his again, this time staying. Shizuo kissed him back, moving slowly, his arms stuck uselessly by his side.
Letting his tongue peek out, he prodded at the other's lips. Izaya's weight was now on top of him, he could feel him laying down. Opening his mouth, he let him in, handing over the tiny bit of control he had. He could tell, both of them needed this, if only he could do more. "Shizu-chan." He gasped as the flea shifted upwards, rubbing against him. "Izaya."
They tried to keep their voices low, the flea delving into his mouth, tasting every inch of him. It wasn't enough. His breath hitched as he felt the friction against his lower regions. He broke away, glaring up at him. "Oi, I can't move." He received a cheeky grin in return. "I know, as soon as you can we're leaving." Shizuo sighed. "You upset them, flea. They won't forgive you."
He closed his eyes, feeling Izaya's warmth. "Hmm, I know Shizu-chan." Slim fingers threaded through his hair, all of his stress and pain faded away. "You can't stay here." Shinra and Celty would figure out something was wrong. "Are you worried about me?" Shaking his head, he shot him a glare. "Why would I?" It was complete denial.
Crimson eyes met his. "Silly protozoan, I know everything now. You were always worried about me. Trying to keep me out of trouble." Shizuo opened his mouth, wondering what the hell he was supposed to say. "I figured it out, Shizu-chan. You've been watching over me." His breath hitched, he had been caught out.
"Do you remember the time you were put in hospital, when you got ambushed in the shower room?" The blond nodded. "I wasn't the one that arranged it. They did it for revenge." Shizuo said nothing. It was the first time the flea had manipulated someone into seriously hurting themselves. "Like an idiot, you were there in the wrong place at the wrong time, they blamed you." Still he said nothing. "You planned it, didn't you? Shizu-chan."
His lover seemed happy enough to talk for the both of them. "Then there was the time you accidentally walked in front of that knife on valentines day." He could feel fingers running down his side. "I remember everything, Shizu-chan. And now that I know you've loved me since we first met, I can see everything you've done." Damn it, now he had no secrets from the flea. "Thanks."
His eyes widened, hearing that single word leave the other's lips. "How long are you staying?" He stared up into crimson eyes. "I'll have to be gone by morning, I brought you something though." Confused he looked at the tiny disc in the centre of Izaya's palm. "What's that?" The flea grinned. "This is a bug, Shizu-chan. They're really handy." Shizuo's eyes followed the hand, watching Izaya place it under his pillow. "This lets me hear everything you say. Say the word and I'll come and see you." He smiled, a yawn escaping him. "You sleep a lot lately, silly protozoan." Slim fingers threaded through his hair. "Rest, Shizu-chan. I'll be here." His eyes slid closed, feeling Izaya's warmth.
When he opened his eyes the next morning, the bed was cold, his lover was gone and there was no sign he had ever been there. "Good morning, Shizuo." Shinra was smiling as he came into the room. "Morning." He still felt sleepy, his fingers clenched, bringing his hand up to rub at his eyes. Immediately he growled in pain, rolling over to his side, every movement sending a burning sensation through his veins.
"You shouldn't move yet." Shizuo didn't answer, he was biting his lip, trying to keep still. Fuck it hurt. "Hold still." His friend, held out a needle and soon he wasn't feeling any pain, his body becoming numb. He remembered last night perfectly, he knew Izaya was listening to him. "I'm fine. I'm fine." Hopefully it should stop his lover from panicking.
"That's good to know. I'll need to check everything again and make sure my father didn't do anything. Shizuo didn't risk nodding his head. He kept still, letting Shinra take his blood and temperature, his eyes closing.
"Everything seems fine. I'll get you some breakfast." Before the blond could speak, Shinra was gone. "I hope you're having a better time, flea." Gritting his teeth, he slowly folded his fingers in, clenching his fist. Next he gently pulled his arm up. He let out a groan as he attempted to stretch his arm.
Next he tried his leg, his mouth opening in a pained gasp. The painkillers he had been given weren't enough. But at least he knew his limit at the moment. He could move his head and his arms, it was progress.
Shinra came back in holding a plate. He was reminded of when the flea made him soup. "I'm not hungry." Shinra sighed, putting the plate on the bed. "I know its early, but you have a visitor." He was hoping it was Izaya, of course it wouldn't be. "Heiwajima-san." Ah, it was the kid. The black haired teen, who he had gotten Shingen's number from.
"I'll leave this here." He watched his friend leave, the teen coming closer. "Ryugamine, right?" Blue eyes sparkled as the boy smiled. "You remembered." Shizuo nodded. "Why are you here?" He didn't blame the teen for helping him and if he had a choice, he wouldn't change anything. "Orihara-san, asked me to see you."
Coffee eyes widened. "This isn't the first time, you've been here is it?" The teen shook his head. "I told Orihara-san, when you were moved. " He couldn't help but smile as Mikado shuffled uncomfortably. "Are you and Orihara-san, um together?" Shizuo gave a simple nod, knowing Izaya would be able to hear him, if he said anything.
"I see. Shouldn't you eat?" Shizuo nodded. "Help me up." The painkillers definitely weren't working. His lip was bleeding, as he bit down, Mikado supporting his back, as he helped him up, he felt every bone crack, his tired body finally waking. "Fuck, that hurts." His limbs trembling he took the plate, trying to control his movements.
"Heiwajima-san, are you okay?" He didn't trust himself to speak. "Should I call Orihara-san?" Shaking his head, he forced his mouth open, trying to eat. "I'm...fine." He finished the first mouthful finding it hard to swallow. It was a waste of time, seconds later it came back up as bile. Shizuo cried out as the movement jerked his body over the edge. "I'll get Shinra."
He threw up again, his body shaking, his weakened form collapsed against the sheets. "Stay... away...Izaya." If his lover tried to just enter the apartment, Shinra and Celty would never forgive him, though there was a slim chance of that in the first place. Pain racked his body throwing him into darkness.
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