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Izaya had just finished exchanging hugs with Erika and Walker. The group had finished their session of karaoke, and decided to call it a night — much to Shizuo's delight.

"We'll definitely have to do that again once your cleared of any wrong-doings, Iza-Iza. We had so much fun with you!" Erika looked to Walker for confirmation, happily being met with a nod of agreement. Izaya nodded as well.

"I'll gladly look forward to it, Kari — I mean, Erika-san. I had fun too." The look Erika had given the boy quickly prompted him to correct himself so he might avoid another lecture. As fun as the night was, Erika never let Izaya calling her by her family name slide easily. He relaxed once a satisfied smile made its way back on her face.

"Good boy. See? You're finally learning!" Erika turned back to Walker while stretching her arms out with a yawn. "Let's head on back, Yumacchi. I'm eager to hit the hay and pass out for a good week now.

"Walker chuckled and waved to Izaya and Shizuo one last time. "Thanks for joining us, Izaya-kun. Same to you, Boss. We'll see you guys tomorrow, maybe." Shizuo made a shooing motion with his hand while Izaya nodded with a wave of his own.

Once the otaku duo were gone, Izaya turned to Shizuo in a flourish and rocked on his heels, a content, tired smile directed towards the yakuza boss. "Shall we head back ourselves, Shizu-chan?"

"It's 'bout time." Shizuo scoffed lightly as he started on the direction for the base, Izaya quickly matching his stride. In any other circumstance, Shizuo would have called a car to pick them up to avoid confrontations with rival yakuza, but since they had ended their night out nearby, walking didn't require much effort. Not to mention, it gave Shizuo time to calm his thoughts regarding the dark haired teen walking beside him.

"Shizu-chan? C-Can I ask you a question?" Izaya nervously inquired to Shizuo, a clear show of hesitance in his demeanor.

"Didn't you ask one just now?"

Holding back an amused smile, Izaya continued. "Y-You don't h-have to answer, but…" Izaya took in a deep breath. "Who w-was that woman? The o-one you were with this afternoon."

Shizuo glanced down at the teen, who's eyes remained low. Huffing silently, Shizuo answered, "She's a colleague of mine. An old friend. That's all I'll say on the subject."

Izaya wasn't completely satisfied with Shizuo's answer, but was able to let it slide for the moment. Considering the blonde had been less inclined to answer back at the base, leading to heated activities left in an awkward state, Izaya supposed he should be happy he got answer at all. He wasn't able to tell whether the woman he saw with Shizuo was more than an old colleague based off the blonde's tone of voice alone, but when he thought back to how close they stood to each other that afternoon, and the smile on Shizuo's face as he helped her onto her motor bike, Izaya wasn't convinced it was so simple.

However, Izaya wasn't given much more time to dwell on his thoughts when he was suddenly directed towards the mouth of a dead-end alley. Shizuo kept a firm grip on Izaya's shoulder with one hand while his other hand quickly pulled out his cell phone. Izaya watched Shizuo's fingers gliding across the buttons, but was unable to see the screen from his angle of view and discern what the blonde was up to. With the sudden, strange behavior, Izaya felt a sliver of fear crawl up his spine.

"S-Shizu-chan? This… This isn't t-the way to—"

"Be quiet and don't turn around. We're being followed." Shizuo finished whatever it was he was doing on his phone and moved his grip on Izaya's shoulder to the teen's hand.
Izaya was led to a pile of trash bags beside a dumpster. Shizuo directed Izaya to stand in front of him and forced the teen to crouch low. Izaya was shaking like a leaf at that point, and wanted nothing more than hold onto Shizuo for comfort. He hadn't noticed anyone suspicious as they walked down the streets, or know who Shizuo thought to be trailing them, but considering the blonde's occupation, Izaya knew whatever was about to happen couldn't end without a hitch.

Looking up at the yakuza with teary eyes on the verge of spilling, the boy couldn't find his voice to express the fear which silenced him. Reaching out to hold onto Shizuo's hand, Izaya tried to convey his feelings to him through his thoughts.

Don't go! It's too dangerous! What if… What if… What if… Izaya froze when a gruff voice echoed off the brick walls of the alley ominously.

"Never knew you to be a fan of kids, Heiwajima-kun."

Shizuo quickly slipped his hand out of Izaya's grip and turned to face the group of men who stood before him, makeshift weapons of crowbars, lead pipes and baseball bats held by each one. Counting up to seven men, Shizuo could already tell the confrontation wouldn't be a quiet one. The man at the head of the group shot a look towards Izaya's spot behind the trash, a confident smirk gracing his lips.

"Even in costume, he's not bad looking. Maybe after we take care of you, the boss wouldn't be against leaving him to us as a reward for a job well done." Izaya shuddered at the thought of being left to the hands of the scary looking men before him. He knew not all yakuza operated as Shizuo's branch did, but he hoped it would be far too soon before Izaya ever had to encounter a group which lived up to the stereotype.

Shizuo moved to stand in front of the burly man, blocking his gaze from Izaya's position. Izaya watched as the two sides seemed to be locked in a telepathic battle of wills. Izaya knew Shizuo was leader of his branch within the Awakusu for a reason, and that most of the group had confidence in his abilities as such, but Izaya had never had the chance to see the man in action before. Despite being the man's closely guarded prisoner, Izaya continued to grow more and more worried for Shizuo.

"You know that when you target a member of high standing in the yakuza, your actions come with consequences, right?" Shizuo began to unbutton the cuffs of his white dress shirt as he spoke, calmly rolling up his sleeves. "That means that whatever happens next is something you've taken into consideration, and have accepted without complaint."

A couple of the men seemed to shift uncomfortably from their spot behind their supposed leader, looks of uncertainty and fear crossing their once stoic expressions. Izaya gulped nervously. From his hidden alcove behind Shizuo and the bags of trash, Izaya could see how the men seemed to gradually lose the conviction they had held upon trapping them. He had thought he and Shizuo would be able to leave without much trouble if this continued, but then the gravely caw of a bird directed the teen's attention up towards one of the buildings.

Catching sight of a fire escape, a crow stood perched hidden in the shadows upon one of metal barriers. It twitched its neck to and fro before cawing again and flying off, a lone feather softly gliding down. Izaya watched as the feather swayed side to side in a gently dance as it made its way down to the ground, landing near the feet of one the men off to the side of the group. Izaya found it strange that the crow had been there at all, or that it almost seemed to find a reason for being there until it had grabbed Izaya's attention.

Izaya observed the man the feather landed next to, and noticed he seemed tense as he pulled a black, oddly shaped object from back hem of his jeans; the sleek metal glinted off the light of the moon, and Izaya gasped when he realized what the man was holding. Using the person in front of him as a blockade, the man adjusted his grip. Izaya didn't think to stop his next action.

"Shizu-chan! Watch out!" Izaya quickly came out from his cover, and jumped in front of Shizuo as the resounding bang of a gunshot sounded throughout the alley.
A flash of white cloaked Izaya's vision, and a burning hot pain burst in his shoulder. He heard his name being called as he fell to the ground, and the screech of car tires and mindless shouting followed after. He lay limp in agony as a pair of arms cradled him and held him close. He thought someone was speaking to him, but the words sounded too muffled to make any distinctions. He opened his eyes to see Shizuo shouting above him before being joined by Tom at his side. As his vision grew spotted with dots of black, Izaya recalled the mention of crows Ryuu had told him before.

"There are cultures which view the raven as a symbol of bad luck or impending death."

Izaya reached out a hand to Shizuo, grabbing at the fabric of his shirt as warm tears dragged down his face. Even as his shoulder throbbed, Izaya couldn't help the small smile on his lips, nor the thought that came with it.

Shizu-chan is safe.

A shattering of what sounded like glass woke the teen up from his slumber, a dull ache in his shoulder being what he was met with. Groaning sluggishly, Izaya opened his eyes to find himself laid in Shizuo's bed. The familiar room did wonders to calm him.

However, a sudden loud crash from beyond the door which led into the office had Izaya jumping out of surprise, prompting a painful throb from his injury. Reaching up to grip his shoulder in an effort to calm the pain, Izaya was met with a sensation which couldn't be his skin. Glancing at his shoulder, the teen could see his wound had been wrapped firmly. He could tell he had been looked over by either a professional or a person trained in medical procedures. Considering the injury had been a gunshot, Izaya was grateful to have been asleep for the removal and the stitching.

The shouting grew louder from the office, and Izaya worried what was happening on the other side of the door. Gathering his courage, Izaya threw the covers off to find he had been dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers. Not giving himself the time to be embarrassed at being changed while asleep, Izaya met his feet with the cold wood floor and lifted himself from the bed.

His limbs ached from lack of use, and his shoulder didn't seem to appreciate having to carry the weight of his arm, but Izaya noticed the remnants of his costume lay in a pile on the floor. Tying one the sashes to serve as a carrier for his arm was difficult on his own, but Izaya managed. Once the protests of his shoulder weren't so loud, Izaya crossed the expanse of the floor, cautiously prying the door open to allow himself a peek outside the bedroom without being spotted. What he saw had him throwing the door open before running in to block Shizuo from another would-be projectile.

"Ryuu-chan, stop! It's okay!" Ryuu paused before launching a decent sized paperweight at the yakuza's head, and instead threw it to the floor before launching herself at Izaya to embrace the boy in a tight hug.

"Thank goodness you're alive, Iza-kun! What were you thinking?!"

Izaya struggled slightly when the pain in his shoulder flared up again at the firm contact. Ryuu was quick to realize her mistake and immediately released the boy. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Does it hurt? Did I reopen your stitches?"

Izaya was about to assure the girl he was fine when a large hand landed on his uninjured shoulder, causing Izaya to glance back at Shizuo. Izaya couldn't be too sure, but he thought he saw look of concern in the blonde's eyes.

"You should be in bed. Shinra mentioned she shouldn't be moving around too much, or it could reopen your wound."

"Shinra?" Izaya had never heard that name before.

"To bed." Shizuo left no room for argument as he led Izaya back to the bedroom and helped him back into the sheets. Once the older man had made sure Izaya was comfortable, he ensured the teen didn't need anything else before leaving him alone with Ryuu.

Ryuu quickly joined Izaya at his side on the bed, and took his free hand in her own. The looked as though she had slight bags under her eyes. Izaya wasn't sure when she had found out about his being shot, but it made him feel guilty how he had caused her to worry so much for him.

"I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking, Iza-kun? Who jumps in front of gun?" Ryuu seemed as though she was holding back tears as she spoke. The girl's gaze remained low, but her eyes were glazed over. Her hands were shaking, and her voice shook with every word she spoke. Izaya didn't know what to say besides apologies, so he only gripped her hand tightly. Ryuu let out a breath before raising her eyes to finally meet his own, having finally gotten a firm grip on her emotions as she gave Izaya a stern look.

"You had us worried sick."

"Us?"

Ryuu sighed with a roll of her eyes. "Me, Kyohei-kun, Nii-chan, Mairu-chan and Kururi-chan—" Izaya sputtered in surprise.

"Mairu and Kururi know about what happened?!" Ryuu nodded solemnly.

"They had been outside the door when a man in a suit came to our house and relayed the news to me and Nii-chan. You know how those two are."

Izaya nodded in understanding, an adoring smile bubbling up as he recalled how cheeky and mischievous the twins were sometimes; not to mention they were as nosey as can be when their was gossip to be heard.

"I want to see them." Izaya had strained to keep the tremble from his voice at the thought of how long it had been since he last spoke to his sisters. Ryuu smiled sadly.

"They want to see you too." Rising up to kiss Izaya's forehead, Ryuu made assure him through the look in her eyes. "No matter what happens, we'll always welcome you home, Iza-kun."

Izaya smiled, trying unsuccessfully to blink his tears away. "Once again, you're my angel, Ryuu-chan. I don't know what I'd do without you and Kanta-nii-chan."

Ryuu snorted as she ruffled his hair adoringly. The two talked for over an hour before a Shizuo alerted her that Kanta had come to pick her up. With a huff of annoyance, Ryuu turned back to Izaya to hug him once again. This time, she made sure to avoid his bandaged shoulder.

"I'll be back to see you again as soon as I can. I'll try not to kill your handler on my way out." Ryuu giggled as she allowed Shizuo to lead her out of the room, the door closing behind them.

Izaya relaxed against the pillows behind him as he sat in silence, thinking over what had happened. Izaya recalled how he hadn't hesitated to put himself in danger to protect Shizuo. He couldn't answer Ryuu-chan's question of what he had been thinking, because he hadn't given himself the chance to do that much. When he had seen the gun aimed for Shizuo, everything had happened so fast and Izaya's next recollection was his shoulder flaring in pain as he was held in the yakuza's warm embrace. He remembered being happy that Shizuo was safe.

However, another thought occurred to him as the creak of the door opening prompted Izaya to lift his head and meet Shizuo's gaze. He wouldn't mind being held by the man again.

"How does your shoulder feel?" Shizuo made his way over to Izaya and pulled down the neck of the t-shirt to check that there wasn't any bleeding. Izaya's cheeks lit up a bright red hue as he turned his head away from the man's close proximity.

"F-Fine! It's f-fine!" The teen's eyes shifted back towards the man shyly. "A-Are you okay? I d-don't remember much after I was…"

Izaya didn't want to finish his sentence. Refusing to acknowledge what happened wouldn't change anything, but neither would admitting it. Shizuo shrugged in response to the question.

"I could be where you're at now or worse, so I can't really complain." Shizuo's eyes trailed up to meet Izaya's eyes, an invisible spark of heat exchanging between the two of them. "What made you do that? You could have been killed, you know."

Izaya gulped as his gaze shifted back from Shizuo to no specific point on the wall opposite him. He shrugged his shoulders, but grimaced when he was reminded of his now limited movement.

"I-I don't know. I just saw the… and then w-without thinking I…" Izaya couldn't properly explain why he had sacrificed himself for Shizuo. He only knew he didn't want the blonde to be hurt. The thought of a worse outcome made his veins grow cold and he shivered slightly.

A warm, soft sensation at the junction between his shoulder and his neck made Izaya let out a small gasp, and his head turned see Shizuo lifting his lips from Izaya's skin. Shizuo looked up at the teen's red face, and smirked.

"It may have been stupid on your part, but you saved my life. I think you deserve a reward; that is, if you want it."

"W-What kind of r-reward." Izaya didn't know why his voice had dropped to whisper, or why his throat suddenly had about as much moisture as a desert.

Shizuo chuckled lowly before bringing a hand up to run his fingers over the boy's plump lips, Izaya doing nothing to stop him. "Just relax. I'm not going to do a lot, but I promise you'll love it. Do you trust me?"

Izaya should have immediately denied trusting the man. He had done nothing to deserve it. No matter how nice the words sounded, Izaya should have pushed Shizuo away and demanded to be left alone.

"Yes." Izaya was way in over his head.

Shizuo's smirk grew wider as his lips reconnected with the juncture at Izaya's shoulder before trailing up the teen's neck. Izaya's breath was heavy as the soft kisses left heated points up until the curve of his jaw. He gasped softly when he felt teeth graze his skin before Shizuo began sucking on the skin just under his ear.

Squirming under the sheets, Izaya's free hand clutched at Shizuo's shoulder. He wasn't sure if it was to bring the blonde close or much him away, but the way Izaya tilted his neck at an angle that gave Shizuo more room to work was at least an indicator that he wasn't against the ministrations being performed on him.

Shizuo moved the hand which had been previously used to hold the hem of Izaya's neck at bay, and caressed his way up into the boy's dark locks. As his hands tugged lightly on the strands, the yakuza's lips explored the remaining expanse of skin on Izaya's neck. Pressing open-mouthed kisses just under his chin, Shizuo managed to coax a couple moans from Izaya. However, he soon grew bored of the raven's neck and lifted his free hand to sneak under the covers of the bed sheets.

Izaya shivered in pleasure as the man's warm hands ghosted over his legs, paying particular attention to his inner thighs. His fingers nearly tore the blonde's shirt as Izaya's grip clenched tighter. The man's hand had snuck its way under the leg of his boxers before retreating again. This action continued to be repeated until Izaya's grip on Shizuo's shoulder relaxed some, and then grew more bold as the hand hovered over the boy's manhood.

Izaya almost whined when Shizuo avoided his member completely to tease the skin of his other thigh, his wood rising slightly as though to call for the attention it had been anticipating. Shizuo released the grip he had on Izaya's hair to trail his hand down the the teen's back until it reached the hem of his shirt, allowing it lift the shirt up from the front until it was met with Izaya's lips.

"Bite it."

Izaya followed the hushed command without hesitation despite his heavy breathing, eager to welcome whatever Shizuo had planned for him. Once the shirt was firmly help in the boy's teeth, Shizuo returned his hand to Izaya's pale skin. He admired how soft it was, and how it only had a few freckles dotting its surface.

"Beautiful. You truly are a work of art." Shizuo moved his lips to Izaya's ears, which had proved to be a sensitive spot during his past encounter with the boy's body.

Izaya moaned at the compliment, only able to lie there in euphoria as his body continued to enjoy its treatment from the blonde. His body jumped when the hand which had been exploring his abdomen trailed higher to brush over one of the protruding nubs on his chest. Shizuo cooed at the boy as he started lightly teasing it with the pads of his fingers.

"Did I find another spot to play with? Who knew you had such pretty, sensitive nipples." Shizuo wanted to let his tongue roam over Izaya's chest, but risked pressing into the boy's injury and breaking his trance-like state if he gave in. He supposed he would have to save it for another time. After seeing how erotic the boy looked when lost in pleasure with his far off gaze, flushed face and heavy breaths, Shizuo knew he couldn't trust himself to leave it at a one time occurrence.

"I wish you could see yourself right now. You look as though you have no idea what to do with yourself. Should I free your little pal down there, and give him some attention too?"

Izaya nodded hastily while whining in desperation. With how well Shizuo played his body like an instrument with his soft, meaningful touches on his skin, and low, melodic voice in his ear, Izaya couldn't imagine who would be able to resist the man.

"Let me see how much you ache for me, baby boy." With those words, Shizuo took hold of the middle crease of Izaya's boxers from the the inside, and pulled them down to his knees in one tug.

Izaya's half-hard manhood was clearly happy to be free of its prison, and Izaya clenched his eyes shut in embarrassment, another whine being let out as he moved his head to hide in the junction where Shizuo's neck met het his shoulder. The blonde nuzzled his nose into Izaya's hair, breathing in his scent as he continued his ministrations on his perked nubs. His other hand caressed the skin below Izaya's abdomen, fingers spreading to avoid the boy's shaft as his hand inched lower.

"S-Shizu-cha—mfph! I-I can't—" Izaya was beyond embarrassed. He couldn't stop himself from rocking his hips slightly as his legs spread to allow Shizuo the freedom to explore. He wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to tell Shizuo, or if he even understood what little was said through the fabric of the t-shirt his teeth still held. He just wanted the man to do something.

"Shush, baby boy. Let me take care of you. No need to be embarrassed over what you can't help." Shizuo's hand continued to avoid Izaya's member as he warmed the skin around it. He wanted to see if he could make the teen climax without being touched. Cruel? Maybe. However, the blonde couldn't resist wanting to see Izaya come undone simply from his touch.

Izaya's pants grew heavier, and his body squirmed under Shizuo's hands. Drool had begun to wet the fabric of the t-shirt, and he eventually couldn't hold it any longer. His moans were now free to pass his lips unobstructed, and Izaya gazed up at Shizuo pleadingly. His eyes were teary with want and his hair was matted to his forehead with sweat.

"Shizu—Ah! P-Please… Hah! I-I wanna… I can't…"

Shizuo gently shushed the boy again as he dove his head back down to allow his lips access to the boys neck and jawline again, giving his sensitive ears a few nips for good measure.

"You can, baby boy. I know you can. Do it for me, alright?" Shizuo smirked against Izaya's skin as his hands continued to tease the skin around his shaft, and the protrusions on his chest. "Be a good boy, Izaya. Come for me."

Izaya had officially come undone. With all the sensations occupying his body at once, and Shizuo's words seeming to have created a straight shot towards his member, Izaya let out a string of moans as he released across his abdomen and Shizuo's hand. Shizuo stopped all ministrations besides his caresses around the skin of Izaya's abdomen, massaging Izaya's core as he rode out his orgasm.

"There's a good boy. Just let it all out. That's it." Shizuo continuously praised and encouraged the teen beneath him, wanting to make sure Izaya came down from the high of climaxing without much a impact.

Izaya's body went limp in Shizuo's arms as he let himself bask in the afterglow. The teen had masturbated plenty of times on his own, but he never knew how nice it felt to climax at someone else's hand. It had been embarrassing beyond belief, but there was a sense of satisfaction brought with leaving his pleasure up someone else. Izaya only couldn't believe he had released without being touched at all.

Shizuo laid Izaya back on the bed and left to grab a rag to clean him off with. As Izaya let himself be wiped down, he covered his face with his free hand and groaned miserably. His face was red from his neck to his ears, and he wasn't sure how he would be able to face Shizuo again after that. Shizuo chuckled at the boy's shy demeanor.

"Don't be embarrassed. That was whole point of this, right? So, there's nothing to feel weird about." Shizuo finished cleaning Izaya's abdomen and his own hand, promptly pulling up the teen's boxers and covering him with the sheets after deposing of the rag.

Izaya peeked out from between his fingers to gaze at he blonde before shifting his gaze to Shizuo's crotch nervously. While Izaya had gotten off, he couldn't recall Shizuo doing much for himself at all. Wetting his chapped lips, Izaya gulped.

"W-What about y-you?"

Shizuo looked down at Izaya in confusion. Izaya hesitantly lowered his hand to meet Shizuo's gaze, and gestured to the blonde.

"D-Don't you need… you know… t-too?"

Shizuo blinked once before seeming to finally realize what Izaya was hinting at and smirked. Wanting to tease the teen some more, Shizuo continued to play dumb.

"What about me, kid? You're gonna have to be more clear."

Izaya groaned in annoyance, wishing he could smack Shizuo. He refrained from doing so after recalling what had happened the last time he had been rude to the blonde, keeping in mind this was a yakuza boss he was dealing with.

"Never mind! Go blue for all I care," Izaya huffed.

Shizuo let out a hearty laugh before sitting beside Izaya on the bed and ruffling the boy's hair. He hadn't meant to anger the teen, but he found Izaya so cute. He couldn't help playing with him a little.

"You don't need to worry about me, kid. I have call-girls for that sort of thing. Besides, this was supposed to be your reward, remember?" Shizuo leaned back against the head board, believing the conversation to be over.

Izaya furrowed his brows at Shizuo's mention of giving her pleasure over to some stranger. Sitting up to face the blonde properly — taking care to mind his shoulder — Izaya ignored the heat on his face as he met his determined eyes with Shizuo's round ones.

"I-I can do it! Let me reward you too."

Shizuo froze in his spot, shock apparent on his face. He couldn't believe what Izaya, a kid who could barely speak to him without stuttering, was offering. Even crazier to the blonde was that he was actually considering it.

Afterstory Monologue:

Momo: You might be saying to yourself, "Two updates in two days?! Momo must be dying!"

Izaya: No one's saying that.

Momo: I can assure you, however, that I am alive and well, my lovelies! I simply have been holding back from writing due to class, and once I had free time (thank you Spring Break), I absolutely HAD to update. Now, keep in mind I only gave myself a day to write this, so if there are any major mistakes, blame my impatient ass for not proofreading before posting this chapter.

I only hope to feed you well. SO FEED! FEED, MY PRETTIES! FEED!

Shizuo: I think she's finally lost it.

Izaya: Ya' think?

Momo: Won't you two just let me have my moment? I've been in a good mood all week! Let me have this! Anyway, as I was saying, I hope you enjoy this extra long, steamy chapter I've concocted for you all. I made it a goal to at least hit 5,000 words since I usually stop at around 3,000. Hopefully, the story didn't suffer. Also, I hope this chapter is easier on the eyes despite it being longer. I couldn't do all I wanted to do to format it since FanFiction is pretty limited in those options, so let me know if it's easier or a work in-progress.

Well, I've talked long enough. It's time I leave you to your day/night. Please let me know your feelings on the story so far! As always, your reviews are an excellent pick-me-up. Until we meet again! Ja-ne~! [Turns Camera Off]