Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan
A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. This is the last chapter. Enjoy.
Shizuo blinked, opening his eyes, staring at the chest, he was currently laying on. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his pounding heart. Ah, that was right. He and Izaya had slept with each other. After all the teasing and touching, he had finally let the flea, go all the way.
He could feel his face heat up, remembering every moment, everywhere Izaya had touched him. He was okay now. He had given Mr god complex everything. He didn't feel lost any more. He tried not to jump, when he felt soft lips pressed against his forehead. "I know you're awake, Shizu-chan." He didn't answer, not quite sure how to react yet.
"Don't ignore me, Shizu-chan." Shizuo kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. He bit his lip as he felt nimble hands roam his body. "Ah!" A moan slipped from his mouth, the damn flea, playing with his lower half. "Stop that." He reached down, grabbing Izaya's wrist, before he could cause any other reactions.
"Are you sure you want me to. Little Shizu-chan is awake too." He glared at him, moving to get away. "What time is it?" He lifted his head, trying to see the clock. He found himself pulled closer, his whole body on top of Izaya. "Its half five." He struggled to get away, cautiously watching those hands.
He gasped in shock, the flea crashing his lips down on his, forceful and demanding. His heart stopping, from the lustful look he received, stirring his awakening erection to life. Shizuo pushed himself away, coming up for air. "Oi, fle-ah!" He moaned as he sat up, legs falling either side of his lover, noticing the grin and the quick fingers on the inside of his thighs. "I just woke up."
"I warned you, Shizu-chan." He shivered at the slick coated fingers, ran along the crack of his ass, wondering when Izaya had grabbed the lube. He closed his eyes, feeling his already sensitive hole twitch around the slim intrusions, scissoring inside him. Fuck, he was still sore, the damn flea. But his body was already ready, wanting more.
"Nn." Without warning, something larger than fingers pushed into him, making him cry out. "Fuck. Go slow-ah." Damn, the flea already knew his weak spots, thrusting directly into his prostate. He send a heated glare, receiving a mischievous grin, before he was flipped backwards, the flea pumping out of him. Shizuo wrapped his arms around the flea's neck, shifting his hips in time with Izaya's movements.
It was long until he was close, the flea bringing him to completion. He laid back against the covers, coming down from his high, his fluids covering his stomach. He felt Izaya tense. "Oi, don't you-" He moaned as the flea thrust into him for the last time, releasing inside him. He waited until Izaya pulled out, before he attempted to get off of the bed, his legs shaking as he struggled to stand.
"Where are you going? Shizu-chan." Shizuo shook his head, trying to ignore the pain in his lower back. He grimaced, feeling something leak from his entrance. "I'm going to take a shower." He flushed at the gleam in Izaya's eyes. "Alone. Aren't you making dinner?" The flea shook his head. "You can make it today." He should have guessed. "Fine." He limped from the room, heading for the shower.
Of course, he was stuck making curry, the one dish Kasuka, had mentioned he could make. Not that he minded, it was just a little distracting, the flea leaning in the door frame, watching his every move. "For someone so strong, you're very careful." He paused, knife in hand. "What's that supposed to mean?" He heard a laugh behind him. "Its a compliment, Shizu-chan. Something else you need to accept."
"Yeah, I know." He jumped as he felt arms circle his waist. "Are you admitting I'm right?" Shizuo shook his head. "I'm holding a knife." He lowered the sharp steel, placing it safely on the counter, Izaya's lips against his neck. "You wouldn't hurt me, Shizu-chan." He turned around, opening his mouth, it snapped closed, as he saw the belief in those crimson eyes.
Instead he rested his head on his lover's shoulder. "Shizu-chan?" He shook his head, trying to get rid of the childish smile, that had split across his face. "Shut up. Just stay like this." His eyes closed as he felt Izaya's fingers on the back of his neck. "I would, but the curry is over flowing." Damn. But he couldn't stop the grin as they broke apart, tackling the mess on the cooker together.
It was late when Shizuo climbed into bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling. He didn't move, when Izaya flicked the lights on, changing out of his clothes. "Shizu-chan. Still awake?" Shizuo sighed. "Yeah." There was a lot running through his head. For once it wasn't anything bad. He was thinking about the future. He shuffled closer to the flea, once he had gotten into bed.
"What are you worrying about?" He smiled, despite being slightly annoyed at how well, Izaya could read him. "I'm thinking." He heard a sigh next to him. "Anything good?" Shizuo turned his head, seeing the concern in that gaze. He was starting to understand him more. "I was thinking of going to Artic tomorrow." He noticed the way the other tensed.
"Not as Shizuka. She's gone for good." He went back to looking at the ceiling. "I need to see Shiki. I never explained or handed in my official resignation. Its not fair to him, he was a good boss." He smiled at the pout Izaya was giving him. Did he even realize he was doing it? "If I want to start again, I have to tie up any loose ends."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Shizuo laughed, a happy sounding noise. "You would anyway." He blinked, feeling Izaya's hand softly resting on his cheek. "This Shizu-chan is better." He sighed, moving into the comfort of his lover's arms. Yeah, he agreed, everything was so clear now. "Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan, right?" He didn't wait for an answer, he knew Izaya was smiling into his shoulder. "I'm going to get you back for that tap incident." Ah, that one got a laugh.
"If you can. Goodnight, Shizu-chan." He waited until Izaya was sleeping, before placing a soft kiss against his lips. "Good night, Izaya." He closed his eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep, his arms around Izaya, the flea's around his waist, foreheads resting against each other.
Shizuo woke up, completely refreshed, escaping from Izaya's embrace. After he had showered, he made his way down the stairs, switching on Izaya's computer. He blinked, as he wasn't asked for a password, allowing him straight into the desktop. The flea must have known what he was going to do. With a sigh, he opened a new document, typing out his resignation for one of his bosses.
He was halfway through, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, Izaya coming into view. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." He blinked seeing the flea get closer, standing behind him and reading over his shoulder. "Not bad. Do you want any breakfast?" Shizuo shrugged, knowing the flea would make him something, even if he refused. "Toast will be fine."
He was feeling slightly nervous, as he watched the letter print, holding it in his hands. This was the last thing he had to do and then Shizuka was out of his life and behind him. "Izaya, do you have any envelopes?" The flea poked his head out of the kitchen. "In the draw." Shizuo grabbed one that would fit, carefully folding the piece of paper and sealing it inside. On the front, he wrote Shiki's name.
It rested on Izaya's desk, the flea handing him a plate. "When do you want to go?" Shizuo finished his mouthful, before answering. "Straight after this. I'll tell everyone at work too." He carried on eating, when Izaya didn't reply. "I don't think it will be safe to tell Shinra." Just Celty knowing was enough. "Yeah, that would be a mistake."
Shizuo opened the door climbing in, the letter safely in his grasp. Once his seat belt was on, he rested back against the seat, closing his eyes. "Shizu-chan?" He shook his head. "Its fine. Lets get going." He was glad Izaya was there with him. He wasn't sure if he had the strength yet, to do it himself. The entire time, his gaze was on the letter, wondering how Shiki would react.
He didn't have to wait long. "We're here, Shizu-chan." He was broken out of his thoughts, finding himself staring at the club's sign. He climbed out of one side, waiting for the flea. He wasn't sure whether Shiki was in or not, but he had to try. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, stepping inside.
A quick gaze of the bar and he could tell, Shiki wasn't there. Instead he headed straight for his former boss's office, knocking on the door, Izaya by his side. "Come in." Damn, he was in. He pushed open the door, Izaya's hand on his arm in support. "Ah, Shizuo Heiwajima. Its been a long time."
Shizuo nodded, feeling the coldness around Shiki. "Please sit down. You too Orihara-san." Shizuo stared warily at the two guards behind Shiki, feeling trapped. "What can I do for both of you?" He blinked, seeing Izaya grin. Maybe his lover was slightly crazy. "Not me, Shiki-san."
"I wanted to apologise for the way Shizuka acted and to hand in this." He held out the resignation letter, which Shiki took. "I see, its a shame, you were a good worker." Shizuo smiled. "Its just me now, Shizuka won't be back." He watched as Shiki opened his letter, skimming through the words. It was set down on the table, Shiki leaning forward.
"I wish you luck in the future. I can see you and Orihara-san have gotten closer. If you have enough of him, you can always come back." He watched from the corner of his eye, the expression that flickered across Izaya's features. "That won't be necessary, Shiki-san. I have no intention of letting Shizu-chan leave my side."
"I see, so its not just Heiwajima that has changed. I wish you luck informant." Shizuo stood, feeling the conversation had ended. " He bowed slightly before standing back up. "Thank you, Shiki-san, for everything." He paused at the small smile he received, before both of them were escorted from the room. "What next? Shizu-chan."
Shizuo shook his head. "Shouldn't you go back to work?" He knew Izaya was probably behind on his paperwork, but then again it was Mr god complex he was talking about. "Every thing is up to date, there's no need to." He sighed, climbing into the car. "Shizu-chan, do you want to see your parents?"
Almost immediately he shook his head. "No, nothing would change. My mother would hate me." Shizuo leaned back against the seat, strapping on his seatbelt. "You've done enough, Izaya. I can handle things from here." He was ignored completely. "Where do you want to go?" He glared at the flea, before turning away, face red. "I was going to shop for new work clothes." Crimson eyes blinked. "You're going to tell them?" Not yet or maybe he was, at the moment he wasn't too sure. "For now, I'll buy clothes that actually fit me."
He groaned as they drove past the shopping store. "Oi, flea. You missed it." He gulped at the mischievous smile he received. "Don't worry, Shizu-chan. They'll arrive for Monday." Which meant, the flea had already known what he was thinking and planned ahead. "Anything else you've already thought of?"
He followed Izaya's gaze, opening the glove box. Shizuo stared and then blinked. "You shouldn't-" He was cut off, with a knowing look. "I'm an informant too, remember." Slowly he took out everything that was inside. The first was a new silver phone, already programmed, with every number from his old phone, if he knew the flea. The second was a file, containing all of Shizuka's documents. Everything Kasuka had gotten created for him. "What am I supposed to do with these?"
He didn't get an answer, then again he didn't expect one. It was something he would have to figure out for himself. Setting the documents to one side, he flipped open the phone, surprised when there was actually a normal background. He scrolled through the contacts, immediately changing Izaya's to something more appropriate.
Ah, he already had a message. Shizuo, can we meet up? It will have to be at the apartment. He smiled at his friend's message, knowing Shinra was being more overly lovey dovey than usual. "Can you drive to Celty?" At the next road, the car turned direction, heading for where his best friend lived.
Shizuo sighed as he got out, closing the door behind him, hearing the same sound on the other side. "You don't have to come." The flea shrugged, walking beside him. When he knocked on the door, two things happened. The first was Celty in tears, a huge smile on her face, throwing her arms around him. And an angry Shinra demanding he get away from his 'beloved.'
"Celty, my beloved. You have to be careful. No strenuous activity." Shizuo glanced between them, slightly confused. He followed his friend inside, being dragged to the sofa. Shinra grabbed the flea's arm, pulling him out of the room. "What happened?" He watched as Celty typed quickly, shoving the screen in front of him. I'm pregnant.
He felt his stomach drop, Shizuo didn't have anything against children, it was just his mother had gone on about it for so long, the idea repulsed him. Shizuo? He shook his head, smiling. "Congratulations." His friend beamed, typing another message. How is everything now? He leaned back against the sofa, telling her what had happened since the hospital. So you and Izaya?"
"Yeah. Me and the flea." Celty smiled, hugging him again. He froze at the next message. Will you have children in the future?" That wasn't something he wanted to think about. Sure Izaya may want to have kids, but right now, he couldn't deal with it, let alone think about it.
"Shizu-chan?" He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, Izaya crouched in front of him. "What happened?" Shizuo shook his head. They had a long time yet, he had only just accepted the relationship. Anything else could wait. "Nothing." He had to concentrate on the present. "Congratulations, Celty-san."
"Wait, don't crowd her, my beloved needs space." Shizuo shook his head, seeing his friend blush and punch Shinra in the ribs. "Congratulations, Shinra." The illegal doctor, rubbed a hand through his hair, grinning like an idiot. "But it doesn't mean you can get close to my Celty."
He was silent on the way back, leaning against the window, eyes closed. He was glad Izaya wasn't saying anything. "Shizu-chan. The weekend starts tomorrow." The blond opened his eyes. "So?" He didn't like the smirk on his lover's face. "Neither one of us, has to do anything, silly protozoan." He shook his head, still not getting it.
Mr god complex, parked the car, wrapping an arm around his neck. "It means, I get to spend all that time with you." Ah, he knew that look, it was the same one, Izaya had when he was playing with his body. He could feel his entire body flush, gulping at what he knew would happen.
Still at least the flea waited until they were inside the apartment, behind closed doors. He found himself up against the door, Izaya's lips on his, fingers curled in his hair. "All mine, Shizu-chan." His lower half agreed, happy at Izaya's touch, his breathing barely catching up. He was pulled forward, across the room.
"Oi, flea. The bed is upstairs." He bit his lip, cutting off an escaping moan, as his half mast erection was palmed, through his jeans. "We can use the bed later." Shizuo yelped as he fell backwards, landing safely on the sofa, his boss on top of him. "The sofa is fine for now." The blond threw his head back, shivering at the touches, filling him with pleasure, finally understanding what Izaya had meant by 'holding back.' He was in for a long weekend.
Shizuo cracked an eye open, looking around the room, hand slamming down on the alarm clock. Izaya wasn't there. He groaned, pulling himself out of bed. A few times, he wished the flea had kept holding back. His body would have been better off for it. Not that he didn't enjoy it. Shizuo sighed, he was getting as bad as Izaya. The flea, knew his body inside and out, every single detail, every weak spot, well except one.
He winced as he pulled himself up, heading for the shower. One thing Izaya didn't have was self control. Today was a new a day, the start to a new week and his lower back was aching, thanks to a certain flea. He needed to find something to get back at him.
After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, heading back into the bedroom, there laying neatly at the bottom of the bed, were his new clothes. After trying his hair, he slipped the new ones on, shaking his arms, to see how baggy they were.
They fit him perfectly, he smiled, going back into the bathroom and staring into the mirror. Although he was slightly worried, Izaya knew his measurements, he didn't mind. For the first time in his life, he felt like who he was supposed to be. "Shizu-chan?" He shook his head. "In here." The flea leaned against the door frame. "What do you think?" He could see the look in those eyes, as the flea opened his mouth.
He held his hand up. "Actually don't tell me." Shizuo moved past Izaya, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen. "How's your back?" He sat on the sofa, with his already made toast, looking back at the figure on the stairs. "Like you don't know." He took a bite of his toast, wondering how his day was going to go.
"Is this your doing?" Shizuo sighed, looking out of the window, as Izaya parked the car. "No, it makes things easier though." He shook his head, not believing him for a second. Closing the door, he headed over to his usual smoking area, where his work mates were waiting. "Shizu-chan. Welcome back."
He looked down, seeing Erika hugging him. She let go, taking a step back. "Shizu-chan, you look amazing." He turned away from the way she was looking him up and down, waving to Kadota and Walker. "Good morning, Shizuo." Everything was back to normal. "Morning Kadota. How was everything?"
"Shizu-chan is your new look down to Iza-Iza?" They both ignored her, making their way into the building. "Everything was the same. Um, Shizuo. I got a text from Shizuka." His eyes widened, that was impossible. "She said, she needed to get away from everything, so she was going travelling." His colleague smiled sadly. "She said to say good bye to everyone and that she didn't hate you."
"Kadota." The other male shook his head. "I'll miss her, but if she's happy, its okay right?" He turned around glaring into crimson eyes, now he couldn't tell them the truth, but in a way everything had been sorted out. He had no need to tell them. "Good morning, Iza-Iza." Oh no. "Have you managed to get Shizu-chan yet?" Trust Karisawa, to create embarrassing situations.
Don't tell them, he silently mouthed the words, but he knew it was too late. "You didn't know? The two of us live together." Everyone turned to them as a loud squeal drew attention in the corridor. "I knew it. Iza-Iza, take care of him." The flea grinned. "So you won't mind, if I borrow him for a while?" Before either of his two sensible colleagues said anything, Erika was already pushing him into the lift with Izaya.
"What game are you playing now?" He followed him from the lift, to Izaya's office. The desk was still empty. "You didn't find a new P.A then." Mr god complex closed the door, moving past him to his desk. "There's someone coming in for an interview later today." Shizuo blinked, slightly surprised. "So this isn't a trick to get me up here again?"
"I thought you trusted me? Shizu-chan." He didn't resist as Izaya pulled him into his lap. "If the interview fails, then you'll be my temporary P.A. Agreed?" Shizuo closed his eyes. "And you won't say anything to sabotage it?" The flea shook his head. "I won't say anything." The blond smiled. "Fine, if it fails. I'll be your P.A, until the next interview."
The flea tightened his arms around him, kissing at his neck. Shizuo automatically tilted his head, giving him more access. "Cut it out, I have to work." He shivered at the skilled tongue, licking against his collar bone, nimble fingers, finding their way under his shirt and into his boxers. "Fuck, Izaya." Damn, he was losing it again, just like he did every time the flea touched him.
He barely heard the knock at the door. "Um Excuse me, Oriha-" Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrists, bringing himself back to reality. A neatly dressed woman, stood at the door, mouth open. "Ah, s-sorry. I'll leave now." He blinked as she ran off down the corridor. Don't tell me. "Well, since the interview failed, You're my new P.A."
He pulled himself off of Izaya's lap, rearranging his clothes. "You cheated." The flea shook his head. "No, I didn't say a word. Coffee, Shizu-chan." It was times like this, he wondered why he loved Izaya, and he knew it was because the flea had never left his side, never turned him away, fixing everything. Even if he didn't want him to.
He felt his temper rise as he made his way to the kettle. "Damn flea, who does he think I am?" But he already knew the answer to that one. Izaya had been right all along. Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan. The blond smiled. Yeah, he was.
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A/N:- So that was the end of that one. Let me know what you thought and I hope you enjoyed it.
And yep, in case anyone was wondering, I was thinking of doing a sequel. This is what I have so far, for the title and the summary. Not happy with the title, so if anyone has any ideas let me know.
Over the secretary – Sequel to under the boss. Its been a year, since Shizuo and Izaya have been together. The blond is finally happy with who he is, but now Izaya wants more, throwing him back into chaos and confusion. Izuo. Mpreg (or normal pregnancy, not sure what it would count as.)