By the time Izaya and Tom managed to reach the bookstore, the rain had soaked through their thick fur and had left them drenched, with droplets of water dripping from their tails and down their snouts.
Tom stood back as Izaya raised a paw and scratched at the back door in a pattern. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and shuffled his paws against the wet asphalt. "I don't know, Izaya… I'm not part of your pack… I- I should just go…"
Izaya couldn't respond thanks to the pup he was carrying, but the growl that rose up from his throat was enough to make the debt collector stop in his tracks. He instantly felt guilty for letting his anxiety control him, he had promised Hashim that he would stay with him, he couldn't break that now…
As his sensitive ears caught movement behind the door, Tom swallowed down a lump in his throat, and desperately hoped that Izaya's pack would truly be as kind as the black werewolf claimed they were.
The heavy metal door was pushed open, and a white wolf appeared on the other side. His grey eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp. "Izaya! You're okay! We-" His relieved words stopped as he noticed Tom and the unconscious pup still dangling in Izaya's jaws. "W-what the hell happened?"
The black werewolf made a grunting noise and motioned to the bookstore. The white werewolf was quick to move out of the way, allowing Izaya to climb up the steps and inside. His red eyes glanced at Tom again, and motioned for him to follow.
Tom flattened his ears and tucked his tail between his legs as he followed the informant into the bookstore and tried to ignore the feeling of the white wolf's sharp gaze on his back. The group descended to the stairs, and into the room where the other five pack members were hidden.
As they entered the basement, the debt collector heard gasps of surprise and saw the other wolves staring at the small pup. Izaya moved near the middle of the room where there was a bundle of blankets, and set Hashim down gently.
An old, scraggly wolf looked at Tom, and then back at Izaya. "What happened?" He asked, his voice gentle but with an underlying seriousness.
Izaya settled down on the ground, remaining close to the unconscious pup. "I lost track of time and changed on the streets. Tom and I were avoiding the rain when we heard a yelp. We followed the sound, and we found the pup, Hashim. He… He was hiding under a dumpster, there were these humans trying to kidnap him!"
"Humans?" The white wolf behind Tom asked with a cocked head. "Like the dog catchers?"
Tom quickly shook his head in response, his voice returning as he remembered what occurred. "No, they weren't animal control. They had a dart gun, and they… They knew we were werewolves."
"What?!" A young ginger wolf yelped.
Izaya's protective gaze turned to the ginger wolf. "It's true, Sayuri. They talked about trying not to get bit, and when we attacked they thought we were the pup's pack. They said… They said they would find us, and give us 'the treatment we deserve'... Whatever that means…"
Sayuri let out a nervous whimper, which prompted the light brown wolf near her to gently nuzzle her. Tom could feel the tension in the room, it seemed that all the werewolves were catching on to Izaya's thoughts without even speaking.
A dark brown wolf moved to stand next to the white one. "Izzy… Do you think… Are these guys, are they the ones kidnapping wolves?" She asked, her voice small and shuddering.
Izaya's eyes burned with a ferocity that surprised Tom. He was silent for a few more moments, and then nodded his head. "They are, I know they are. I recognized their voices instantly." He flattened his ears and huffed. "When I got bit by that werewolf, they were the ones that took her away. Kenta and Hachiro, that's their names."
The informant let out a low growl at the memory. "They're part of the plot, but they're not the leaders. The day I got bit, I heard them talking about a boss. They're working for someone, they're helping them kidnap the werewolves."
"And you fought them?" The white wolf asked.
Izaya nodded again. "We chased them off, and then came straight here."
The other black wolf, with shorter fur than Izaya, let out a frustrated growl. "So we finally caught them in the act, and they get away without us finding anything?" His tail lashed in frustration. "Everytime I think we've figured something out, we're left with more questions!"
Izaya got to his paws and shook his head. "Not exactly, Eiji." He circled over to Tom. "We hid the dart gun and a dart that they tried to use on us. Tomorrow, Celty can go and pick it up, and I can try to figure out its source. I also have their names now, that's more than enough for me to do some… 'research'."
Tom could hear the danger in those words. He hoped that Kenta and Hachiro already had their assets in order, because they likely wouldn't survive long after Izaya discovered who they were. Perhaps he should have felt worse about the informant obviously planning to harm them, but they had tried to kidnap an innocent wolf pup, he felt nothing for them.
Jinsei simply nodded his head, it seemed he agreed with whatever Izaya was planning. With the situation explained, his attention shifted away from the informant, and his tired eyes focused directly on Tom.
"And you helped Izaya-kun fight these humans, correct?"
Tom gulped down the lump in his throat and nodded. "I-I… Yes. I'm a friend of Izaya's… We were together when we heard the pup cry out."
The light brown wolf stalked forward and gave the debt collector a curious sniff. "You don't smell like any packs that are in this area…"
"Oh- Um…" Tom lowered his ears as his nerves skyrocketed again. "I- I don't belong to a pack… I'm a lone wolf…"
The only werewolf who didn't seem surprised by his admission was Izaya. Tom knew Izaya was still young in terms of werewolf years (so was he, but he'd been a werewolf all his life). He didn't understand that lone wolves were very rare, especially a lone wolf that was willingly alone.
Most of the time, a lone wolf occurred when a werewolf was cast out of their pack. So, by extension, werewolves on their own were almost always treated with suspicion. Would Izaya's pack be the same? Would they turn him away for being a loner?
But, to his surprise, the old grey wolf's eyes crinkled upwards in a kind expression and his tail wagged slightly. "Well, then I would like to thank you for protecting our packmate against such a dangerous threat."
"I mean, we all know that Izaya can take care of himself…" Mizuki nudged her head against the informant's side. "But it's nice to know there was someone who was there helping him out and making sure he didn't do anything too stupid!"
Izaya huffed and his ears went lopsided. He leaned over and licked the brown wolf affectionately, and then trotted back to the pup. "At least we were able to stop them this time…" He muttered as he curled up against Hashim's prone form. His thick fur had mostly dried, and would help keep the shivering werewolf warm.
Very quickly, the rest of the pack followed in suit. Sayuri rested her head against Izaya's back, Shiro and Mizuki cuddling by his head, Eiji with his paws splayed out in front of the pup, Yuina joining Sayuri, and Jinsei settling where he could watch the whole pack.
Their pack seemed to mesh together perfectly, and it reminded Tom that he was nothing but an outsider. He watched them for a moment, and then turned his head back to the stairs. He knew he made a promise to Hashim, but… Maybe it was better if he just left.
Just as the thought hit him, it seemed Izaya knew what he was thinking. His red eyes caught the debt collector's gaze, and he motioned to his pack with his muzzle. "Tom, stay… Please…"
Tom let out a confused whimper, and looked towards the pack leader. Those gentle eyes seemed to see all the insecurities that he was feeling, and returned them with nothing but understanding and comfort.
"Yes, stay. You protected my pack member, and helped rescue this pup. Even if there weren't dangers outside our den, you would be more than welcome here."
Hope fluttered in Tom's chest, and he slowly crept up to the pile of werewolves. He settled down on the very edge of the pack, too nervous to even let a single piece of fur touch any of the other werewolves.
After a few moments of tension, Eiji let out an annoyed sigh. "Ah, why are you all the way over there?" He growled and flopped forward, draping his body over Tom's with a grunt. "You're still wet, you need someone to keep you warm!"
Tom yelped and squirmed for a moment, before giving in to the stubborn black wolf's presence. Very quickly, the rest of the pack gravitated over to him and made themselves comfortable once more.
Eiji remained draped over Tom, while Jinsei and Yuina curled up against his back. Izaya gently dragged the pillow with the pup into the middle of the pile, in front of Tom, and curled up around it. Mizuki, Sayuri, and Shiro settled against Izaya, but close enough that Tom could feel their warmth.
At first, the feeling of the pack around him was a little suffocating. But as they all slowly began to slumber or have quiet conversations, he found himself feeling more and more at home. Despite being an outsider, they all accepted him as if they knew him.
A warm feeling rose up in his chest, and his tail thumped against the ground in happiness. He closed his eyes and let himself finally relax, the tension melting away as he realized that having a pack wasn't as scary as he once thought.
"A month?!" The young pup exclaimed, his jaw dropped as he stared at Izaya in disbelief.
Izaya didn't mean to laugh, but he couldn't help it. Hashim reminded Izaya of himself when he had first turned. Discovering that you were stuck in the form of a wolf for a month after going through your first transformation wasn't fun, and the kid was reacting almost exactly how he did.
Jinsei gave the pup a gentle lick on his forehead. "Yes, a month. Your body needs time to adjust. But don't worry, we will spend that month teaching you how to handle your new powers. We have a safe place in the countryside where you can learn without having to worry about silly humans."
The pup's wide eyes looked at the werewolves around him, and then focused on two in particular. "Will Izaya-san and Tom-san teach me?" He asked.
It was something that they had discussed the night before, about who should teach Hashim what he needed to know. He had obviously grown attached to Tom and Izaya, which meant they both would have to go regardless.
Jinsei didn't want to come at all, too worried about leaving any packmates behind. Yuina was too busy to go, but Eiji's schedule was clear. He would tag along and help teach Hashim as well. Sayuri had wanted to go, but her classes didn't end for another two weeks. She reluctantly agreed to join them after her finals instead of skipping them altogether.
Izaya nudged the pup with his nose, eliciting a giggle from the child. "Of course we will be! Don't worry, pup, we'll make sure you know everything about being a werewolf!"
Hashim let out a happy yip and jumped around in a circle, his tail wagging so fast that Izaya could barely see it. "Yes! Yes! When do we go? Now?" He looked at his three mentors hopefully.
Eiji chuckled and shook his head. "Hold it, we still have to prepare for the trip, and we're not leaving until tomorrow. Tom will wait with you, but I have to do some supplies shopping, and Izaya has some… Business to take care of."
If Izaya was in his human form, he would have blushed profusely at the mention of what business he had to do. It wasn't related to the kidnappers, it was related to a certain blonde with a short temper that he had run away from.
He sighed as he felt his heart clenching against his chest. He didn't know what he was going to do. How was he supposed to explain to Shizuo why he ran away after the man kissed him? He knew what Shizuo thought, he believed Izaya rejected him out of disgust, how could he prove that wasn't true?
"Hey…"
Izaya blinked and looked to his left, where Tom stood with his fur half-ruffled from sleep. He gave the informant and gentle nuzzle, and a comforting glance. "It's gonna be okay. I know Shizuo, he will understand."
The black werewolf turned his gaze away. "I hope so…" He trotted up the stairs, and looked down at the remaining wolves. "I'll be back before we leave tomorrow."
"Text us so we know where you are!" Jinsei called from his spot by the stairs.
"And don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Eiji exclaimed in a sing-song voice.
The informant rolled his eyes and returned to human form as he circled around the front desk, and exited through the front door as though he were just a simple customer. It wasn't much, but it was still another way to keep the pack safe.
Along the walk towards Shizuo's apartment, his mind was filled with dark clouds of fear and doubt. He felt like a fool. He had hurt Shizuo, all because he had been too foolish to keep track of time. What if Shizuo never accepted his apology? What if they fell back into their old hatred? He didn't want that…
But what could he say? What could he do? He had no idea… Romance, affection, being genuine, it was still something that he was getting used to. Plus, Shizuo was the first person he had ever genuinely fallen for…
Sooner than he wanted, he was on the street of the apartment. It was several stories high with dozens of apartments, all rather small and slightly worn.
He didn't have to double check and see if he was in the right place, he could recognize Shizuo's scent anywhere. But, as he sniffed again, he noticed something was off. His scent was… Sour.
Werewolves' noses were even more sensitive than dogs, and even the slightest scent change could be noticed. When he caught that sour change, he recognized what it meant. Shizuo was sick.
Izaya's guilt returned once more. If it weren't for him, Shizuo wouldn't have been out in the pouring rain the night before. He let out a sad sigh as he followed the smell, up to the blonde's apartment.
He raised his fist to knock, but hesitated. Why am I even doing this? Shizuo is sick, surely it would be better to wait, and come back later? He shook his head. No, no, I can't make him hurt for longer. I need to apologize now, I can't run away again.
The informant knocked on the door, and waited. A minute and twenty seconds later (not that Izaya was counting) the door slowly opened and revealed a disheveled Shizuo.
His hair was a mess, he was still wearing his clothes from the day before, and his face was a sickly red color. When his tired eyes caught sight of Izaya, they widened for a fraction of a second and then quickly narrowed into slits.
"Why are you here?" He demanded in a hostile voice that sent spikes through Izaya's heart.
Izaya twisted his hands in front of him. "Shizu-chan… I came to apologize about… A-about…"
Shizuo scoffed. "About what? About hurting me after you finally got me to open up? Save your breath, flea. I don't want to hear it!"
"What?! No, Shizuo! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Those brown eyes practically burned with anger. "Then why did you run away?!"
"I… I…" Izaya's mind worked rapidly trying to think of a solution. "I was… I was surprised, and I didn't know what to say! I ran away to think about everything, but I thought you would go home after the rain started, so I decided to wait until today!"
Shizuo's lip curled up in a snarl. "Nice try, flea, but you can't trick me like you did with everyone else. I can tell when you're lying." His eyes flashed with pain. "Is that what this was all about?! Becoming our friend so you could hurt us all even worse than before?! Well congratulations! You won!"
He went to slam the door, but Izaya hurriedly pushed back on it and thanked the moon for the strength his werewolf blood gave him. "Shizuo! Please! That's not what this was about! It never was! Please! Just let me explain!"
The blonde stopped trying to push Izaya back, and let out a frustrated sigh. "...Fine." He pushed the door open and allowed Izaya to walk inside.
The place was small, and a complete disaster area. Things were broken, items strewn about. If he had to guess, he'd bet that Shizuo had lost his temper when he returned home after Izaya's supposed rejection. No wonder he's sick, he worked himself up.
He stopped his curious eyes and turned to face Shizuo again, his heart pounding in his ears. The blonde crossed his arms over his wrinkled dress shirt, and glared. "Talk."
Izaya forced himself to breathe before anything else. "I… I'm sorry, Shizuo, I really am. When you kissed me, I wasn't expecting it. But, I've had time to think, and I've spoken to my pa- friends. They helped me see that… That… That I feel the same way."
Shizuo's eyes brightened. "You do…?" He croaked, only to grow suspicious all over again. "Then… Then why did you run away?"
"B-because… I'm… I was…." He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, as he desperately tried to think of a lie that would fool Shizuo. Something that wouldn't break the fragile trust they had reforged. He wouldn't lose Shizuo, not again!
"I… I…"
But the only thing Shizuo would believe…
"I'm…."
Was the truth…
His mouth moved without his permission, and his heart spoke in his mind's stead.
"I'm a werewolf."
The silence of the apartment after his sudden admission almost sent Izaya into a total panic. He kept his face lowered to the ground as his body shivered in fear. It was the first time Izaya had ever willingly revealed his secret to anyone, and he had no idea if what he had just done was a horrible mistake.
After what felt like a painful eternity, he heard Shizuo shift. "Do you think this is some kind of game?"
Izaya chanced a look at Shizuo and found that the man was staring at him with unbridled rage. "Do you think that it's funny to toy with me like this?! Why are you lying again?! Why can't you just tell me the truth!?"
"I am telling you the truth!" Izaya frantically argued back.
Shizuo growled and looked like he was about to charge forward and attack, but a coughing fit stopped him. "I don't believe you." He wheezed as he turned around to open the door. "Get out."
As his back was turned, Izaya closed his eyes and called on his wolf form. With a gentle white glow, his claws landed on the old hardwood. He stood there and waited, prepared to run if he had to.
"I SAID GET-" Shizuo spun around to face him again, and let out a shocked gasp. He stumbled backwards and hit his door, pushing it shut as he landed haphazardly on the floor.
Izaya winced at the loud thump, but he was too far in to go back now. As Shizuo's wide brown eyes stared at him, he decided to take a chance. He lowered his head and let out a low whine, slowly pawing his way close.
Once he had crept up to Shizuo's side, the blonde slowly lifted a hand. "I-Izaya?"
The informant perked his ears up at the sound of his own name, and he nodded his head in a very un-wolflike fashion.
Shizuo's hand slowly sank into the thick fur on his neck, and then up to his ears, and down his snout. It felt like he was inspecting Izaya, as though he believed the wolf in front of him was a mirage.
When the hand pulled away, Izaya concentrated again and allowed the white glow to cover him once more. When he changed back to a human, he was kneeling next to Shizuo.
As the blonde stared at him in complete and utter shock, Izaya's red eyes stared into his with determination. "I wasn't lying."
"Well I can see that now!" Shizuo exclaimed as he hunched forward, threading his hands through his hair. "Fuck! Why didn't you do that from the beginning?!"
Izaya's cheeks turned a bright red. "I… I wasn't really supposed to do that…" He twisted the button on his jacket. "Otherworlders are supposed to keep their true forms secret from humans."
"But I'm not a regular human…"
"Crazy monster strength aside, you're still just a human, Shizu-chan." He teased, before frowning once more. "That's why I ran. We stayed longer than usual, and it was the full moon and… and I started to change… I'm not supposed to show that form to humans, so I ran."
Shizuo leaned his head against the door and stared at the ceiling. "Oh… That makes a lot more sense…"
Izaya thought for a moment, and then continued. "There's another reason. Do you remember that… Friend of mine, the one who lost her sister?"
"She's a werewolf, isn't she?"
The informant nodded. "They both are. And… and that case me and Celty were working on, it was kind of a lie. It's not random people who are going missing, it's werewolves."
Shizuo's eyes widened. "Just werewolves?"
"Yes…" Izaya hesitated, and then chuckled. "Actually, it's a good thing I ran away from you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to save a werewolf from getting kidnapped by them. They were a new pup too, newly bitten."
The blonde groaned again and rubbed his temples. "This is so much to process… I feel sick..."
"That's because you are sick, silly protozoan.," Izaya replied in an affectionate tone.
He took Shizuo's hands in his own, and pressed a soft kiss to the man's temple. "You can rest, I will be here when you wake up."
"Y'promise?" Shizuo blearily asked, losing more clarity by the second.
Izaya gave him a gentle smile, and nodded his head. "I promise, Shizu-chan."
Hours later when Shizuo woke up, his headache was gone, the chills that had run through his body were no more, and his stuffy nose had cleared, which allowed him to catch the delicious smell of soup wafting through the apartment.
He slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. When he looked around the room, he found that the disaster he had created had been cleaned up. "Huh…"
To his left, on the nightstand, was a glass of ice water and a bottle of cold medicine. He fumbled for a minute before he managed to shake out two pills, chasing them down with the cold water that felt heavenly on his parched throat.
He kept the water in his grasp as he climbed out of the comfortable bed and shuffled down the hallway. In the small kitchen of the now clean apartment, he found Izaya leaning over his battered pot and staring at whatever he was cooking.
Shizuo hesitated as fuzzy memories of the day before rose up in his mind. Maybe it was better for him to go back to bed and try to figure out if the whole werewolf thing was some kind of bad dream…
But as he stepped back, barely making any noise, Izaya stopped staring down at the soup pot and turned around. A nervous smile climbed up his face, and he pointed towards the delicious smelling food. "I made soup."
"Shinra always said you were terrible at cooking…" Shizuo cautiously replied.
Izaya's nervous smile became more relaxed. "Yeah, well… He's not wrong. But my packmate has been giving me cooking lessons. I've gotten a lot better since then."
The casual mention of a 'packmate' sent Shizuo's heart skyrocketing. "Oh… S-so… That whole werewolf thing… It wasn't some fever dream?"
The informant shook his head as he ladled some soup into a bowl and set it on Shizuo's worn table. "Nope, werewolves are real, and I am one of them."
Izaya grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the bowl of soup. "Here, this will help you feel better. I'll explain everything while you eat, and then you can ask any questions you have after you finish."
Too bewildered to argue, Shizuo sat down in front of the bowl and slowly began to eat. The taste was amazing, and helped to warm him up and pull him from the feeble clutches of drowsiness.
Once he was eating, Izaya sat across from his and began to explain everything. He told Shizuo about the job at the bay, getting bitten, and transforming for the first time. He spoke of his pack, and how they helped him become a better person. He explained how he and Celty became friends, and everything he knew about the missing wolves.
Lastly he explained to Shizuo all the strange events between them. He revealed that the reason he ran away when they first reunited after his month away was because he was transforming out of fear, and didn't want to bite Shizuo.
"...And when we started to become friendly, I was really happy. When you kissed me, I felt like I could fly! I would have accepted your feelings, but then I saw the moon and I had to run away…" Izaya finished with a blush. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but I was scared of what might happen if you saw… If you saw me change."
Shizuo set the spoon in the empty bowl, and reached across the table to clasp their hands together. "Do you really think that would have changed my opinion on you, flea?" He shook his head. "I may be just a human, but I know what it feels like to be treated like a monster. I wouldn't turn you away for being a werewolf."
Izaya's hand gently squeezed Shizuo's hands in return. "I knew that deep down. But with the werewolves going missing, and the way some humans treat us… I thought it was safer to keep it quiet for as long as possible."
"Some humans…?" Shizuo echoed curiously.
The werewolf let out an awkward laugh. "Oh, yeah… When I was training, there was this farmer. He left out traps, and tried to kill me with a pitchfork. It's why I have this scar." He pointed to the mark on his face.
Shizuo cringed as anger began to rise up within him. "Well, after dealing with an asshole like that, I can see why you wanted to hide it." He looked down at their hands and smiled. "But… I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me."
Izaya smiled and stood up, taking the empty bowl and walking towards the sink. Shizuo found himself hurriedly climbing to his feet and following after him. He watched the informant for a moment, as his heart pounded against his chest.
"I-Izaya…"
Those red eyes turned to him, and seemed to emit the same anxiousness that he felt. "Yes, Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo ignored the feeling of butterflies in his chest as he looked into the ruby gaze. "If… if the full moon hadn't made you run away… What… what would you have done?"
Izaya's face turned a deep shade of pink, and he shuffled his feet. He slowly moved forward and wrapped his arms around Shizuo, pressing their lips together in a hesitant, gentle kiss.
Instantly, Shizuo felt like someone had set off fireworks. He was overcome with happiness, and hurriedly wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist. He leaned into the kiss until they both were forced to pull away, panting for air.
Izaya stared up at him with affection brimming in his gaze. "Does that answer your question, Shizu-chan?" He practically purred.
The blonde couldn't find the words. Instead, his hands moved up, and pulled Izaya into a tight hug. "Thank god… I was so scared when I kissed you yesterday… That I ruined everything. But you… You feel the same?"
Izaya giggled against his shoulder and rubbed his back. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have kissed you just now!"
"Right, right…" He let out a shaky breath. "W-what do we do now? A-are we moving too fast? Izaya, I don't know anything about… About this… I've never even dated before…"
The werewolf shook his head. "I haven't either." He pulled away a little bit, and smiled. "But that means we can figure it out together. Although, it will have to wait until I get back…"
"You're leaving?" Shizuo asked, his tone more despondent than he meant it to be.
The informant chuckled and kissed his cheek, which caused his blush to return. "I leave tomorrow, but it's only for a month, to help teach the new pup the ropes. When I get back, we'll have all the time in the world."
Shizuo nodded his head, but he kept thinking. "What if… What if while you're gone, I help Celty with searching for the missing werewolves? We can keep in touch with you, and tell you if we find anything?"
Izaya blinked in surprise. "You'd do that?"
"Of course. Even if we weren't… Whatever we are now, I would still help. Whoever is doing this will regret ever messing with us once we catch them and kick their ass!" Shizuo promised.
The werewolf laughed at his enthusiasm, and gave him a small, genuine smile. "Thank you, Shizu-chan… For everything."
They remained in each other's embrace for a few more peaceful seconds before Shizuo finally managed to build up the courage. "So… If you're leaving tomorrow… Does that mean that… Tonight, you could stay here?"
Izaya giggled again. "Shizu-chan! Scandalous! At least ask me out on a date first!"
Shizuo's face quickly flushed. "Oh shit, I- I'm sorry I didn't even think about it and I was just- I was just-"
He was cut off by the feeling of Izaya's soft lips pecking against his own. "I was kidding!" Izaya reached up, brushing Shizuo's messy bangs out of his eyes. "Silly Shizu-chan, of course I will."
"Oh…" Shizuo closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good, I'm glad."
Later that night, Shizuo would find himself sitting on his old, lumpy couch with several blankets draped over his body, the television quietly droning on some random channel, and Izaya dozing against his side.
His brown eyes stared at the man's peaceful face, adoring every detail. He found himself marveling at the situation he found himself in. Orihara Izaya, his supposed arch-enemy, was now the man he was in love with.
Shizuo smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss against the raven locks, and then leaning back into the cushions. His grip on Izaya's waist loosened as he too began to sink into the world of dreams. As he let his eyes slip shut, he had one last fleeing thought.
This is the happiest I've felt in a long time.