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Shizuo stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and looking at his reflection. He flinched a bit, frowning. He looked like crap, but then again that was his opinion of himself everyday. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before opening the bathroom door.

"Gah!" Izaya nearly fell over, Shizuo gasping and catching the black haired teen before that could happen. Shizuo's face turned bright red. "The fuck?!"

Izaya huffed a bit, pouting. "You weren't supposed to open the door, you know."

"Why the hell were you outside of my bathroom door?!" Shizuo screeched, shoving the other teen away.

"Well, I was going to knock," Izaya stated, running a hand through his hair. "But I got worried because it was so quiet in here, so I started to listen...but you opened the door, causing me to fall over."

Shizuo's face went even brighter and he clenched his fists. "You...pervert!"

"Oh relax," Izaya said wiht a small chuckle. His chuckle died though as his eyes landed on the gash on the blonde's wrist. He frowned a little, glancing away. "Has your wound reopened...?"

Shizuo blinked a bit before shaking his head. "No...it hasn't..."

Izaya nodded a bit. "That's good...don't want you bleeding all over the place now do we?"

Shizuo looked away, frowning. "...Izaya."

Izaya looked at the blonde, seeing him frowning in thought and absently running his thumb over the gash on his wrist. "What?"

"...Whatever you're trying to do to me or find out..." Shizuo began, running a hand through his hair. "Can you...just not use this habit as black mail?"

Izaya frowned, crossing his arms. "...I'm not that mean, Shizu-Chan..."

"It's you," Shizuo snapped a bit harshly. "I'm not going to believe you so easily...but trust me, if you even try to use this as black mail...I swear I'll kick your ass. This isn't something you can just joke around about, ok? It's-"

"I know," Izaya snapped, narrowing his own eyes. He took a deep breath, calming himself. "...This is our little secret, yes? I know something about you that no one else does. Who knows? Maybe I'll tell you my own secret soon."

Shizuo looked away. "...I don't want to know anything about you."

Izaya seemed to blink a little. "...Why not?"

Shizuo hesitated, trying to form the right words. "...You probably don't care, but I'd rather not do anything that requires me getting too close to anyone else. No one wants to get close to me, so why should I bother getting close to anyone else? If I know a secret about you then it means I've gotten a step closer to you...and I don't want to. Laugh all you want, say i'm afraid...because I am. Ok? So just...stop trying to get information out of me, you're not going to get anything else."

Izaya stepped aside as the blonde shoved past him, leaning back and frowning at the floor. Well, looks as if Shizu-chan is going to make this more difficult than it has to be.

Shizuo went to his room, getting dressed and plopping on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He heard the foot steps coming down the hall and nearly groaned as Izaya strolled in. The raven haired teen smirked, plopping in the computer chair and tilting his head. "Let's talk, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo shook his head, looking away. Izaya spun around in the chair before humming to himself. "Oh, come on. Let's just talk, please?"

Shizuo sighed. "About what, flea?"

Izaya thought for a second as he gazed at the turned off computer. "If I ask directly why you do...that, will you tell me?"

Shizuo sat up and shook his head. "No, I won't. So drop it."

Izaya rolled his eyes and looked back over at him. He stood, walking over and sitting beside the blonde on the bed. "One way or another, I will find out. You may not tell me, and I know Shinra won't, but I'll find out."

"Then you do that," Shizuo stated, standing and walking to his bedroom door. "But it's really none of your damn buisness. My home life is really not for you of all people to worry about."

He walked out, making Izaya tilt his head a bit. He sighed, falling onto his back on the blonde's bed and staring up at the ceiling. "Humans are so annoying...but, I myself am one so therefore maybe I'm being annoying too."

Izaya blinked and bolted up again. That was it! He was being annoying about all of this. Perhaps if he acted less annoying and like he actually was worried, he'd get more information.

Though, there was a part of him that wondered,s till, why he wanted this information. He brushed it off though, settling for exiting the room to find his blonde.

His blonde...that shouldn't have sounded so sinfully good to say in his mind. He shook his head free of those thoughts and peeked into the kitchen, seeing Shizuo rummaging through the fridge. He lingere din the door way, arms crossed. "It's almost eleven at night, Shizu-Chan; getting a bed time snack?"

Shizuo backed up, a pudding cup in his hand. He glared a bit at the raven haired male, closing the fridge and picking up a spoon off the counter. "So what if I am? I get hungry at night."

Izaya chuckled. "Well, I won't keep you from your delicious sugary products."

Shizuo lingered in his place for a moment before glancing away. "You...can have one too, if it'll shut you up."

"No thanks," Izaya waved it off. "I don't eat pudding."

Shizuo opened his mouth as if he were going to say something but then shut it again, shaking his head and walking out. He plopped on the couch, opening his pudding cup and sticking his spoon in it. Izaya strolled in not too long after, taking his place beside the blonde, a little too close for Shizuo's liking. Shizuo didn't say anything, though, settling for eating his pudding. Izaya looked over at the blonde, head tilting. "You really should get some sleep, Shizu-Chan; we have school in the morning."

"I'll sleep in a little while," Shizuo muttered, taking in a spoonful of pudding. He swallowed, pointing his spoon at the other teen. "Don't concern yourself with me."

Izaya laughed a little. "Why? Are you afraid of someone worrying about you?"

Shizuo stiffened a bit and, quickly, Izaya chuckled to avoid another confrontation. "Baka~ I was playing, Shizu-Chan. Relax a bit, will you?"

"A bit hard to do that with you around," The blonde muttered, looking away once more.

Izaya nodded, mostly to himself. He leaned back in the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He looked back over at Shizuo, watching the blonde eat his pudding. Once again, he was aware of himself staring, his eyes watching as the blonde's lips took in the spoon. He actually shuddered a bit, finding himself leaning a bit closer. The hell am I doing...?

But he couldn't stop now; his eyes stayed locked on Shizuo's mouth. The blonde's lips looked soft, like he had observed that one day at school, and right now, despite his better judgement or rational thoughts, all he wanted to do was kiss those lips.

Damn it, He thought, a bit frightened as he scooted closer, his hand reaching out and stopiing the spoon before it reached the blonde's lips.

Shizuo blinked, turning to look at Izaya and Izaya almost died. The blonde's brown eyes were wide anf curious, a little bit of pudding on his lips. Izaya, had he had less self control, would have swooned llike a school girl at such a cute, out of character look.

"Flea," Shizuo spoke up, making the other male jolt slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Izaya murmured, his hand tightening its grip on the other male's hand. He frowned a bit before taking a deep breath, looking at the blonde. "...I'm going to do something to you, and you're not going to get mad. Understood?"

Shizuo blinked a little. "Uhm...I...guess...? But what are-"

Izaya dove for the blonde's lips, the pudding and spoon clattering to the floor. Shizuo grunted in surprise, falling over on his back as the other teen crawled ontop of him, lips pressing harder against Shizuo's. Shizuo shoved at Izaya and, irked, Izaya gripped the brute's hands and pinned them down. What he was doing, he had no idea.

How had things gotten to this, of all things? It wasn't supposed to go this way, not at all. But Izaya didn't want to stop, as bad as that sounded, because Shizuo's lips were as soft as he had imagined and the blonde writhing underneath of him just made so much sense to him.

Shizuo, though, found no sense in this at all. He was worried, on the verge of being frightened. He tried to move but when Izaya's tongue ran across his bototm lip, his body froze as a moan errupted from his own lips.

Izaya jolted, pulling away slightly, panting a little and gazing into the other's scared, aroused eyes. "...Do that again for me, Shizu-Chan. Make that noise again."

"F-Flea," Shizuo shook his head, trying to squirm away again.

Izaya, aroused and annoyed at the refusal, brought his knee up between the blonde's legs. Shizuo gasped aloud and jerked up, face turning a bright shade of pink. Izaya grinned. "Make that sound again."

He crashed his lips onto Shizuo's, rubbing his knee against Shizuo's slowly hardening manhood. Shizuo gasped, the action helping Izaya in sliding his tongue into Shizuo's mouth. His tongue slid against the writing blonde's, Shizuo letting out a small whimper that grew into a needy moan. Thoise sounds were driving Izaya crazy, making him forget all rational thoughts.

There was no desire for information, no desire for bringing Shizuo down. No, there was only desire for Shizuo himself. Frankly, that scared Izaya because he wasn't stupid; this wasn't lust that had just shown up at the moment.

This had been built up, had been caged and had been waiting to be let out, though he couldn't place exactly when this lust had even come into existance.

But Shizuo was responding, moaning against his lips and arching into his touch now. Izaya's rational mind turned away, giving in to the temptation underneath him. His hands trailed down the blonde's body, sliding up underneath the white shirt the blonde was wearing. Shizuo's skin was hot under his finger tips and Izaya himself groaned slightly, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down the blonde's neck. Shizuo shivered, eyes closing as he tilted his head to the side. "I-Iza...Izaya..."

Izaya sighed softly, his own manhood hardening at the sound. God, his name sounded beautiful coming out of the brute's mouth. He licked slowly down the blonde's neck, biting down at the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

Shizuo jolted. "Ah..!"

Izaya smirked against the skin, looking at the blushing, panting blonde. His own cheeks were tinted pink, he could feel it. He leaned down to the blonde's ear, licking along the shell of it slowly. "Ne, Shizu-Chan...does this feel good?"

"P-pervert," Shizuo whispered, opening his eyes and trying to glare. Oh, but that blush on his face really did make it hard to look scary... "St-stop..."

Izaya laughed, biting down on the blonde's ear before licking it again. "I don't think I can...you tease..."

"Izaya," Shizuo groaned out, shaking hands coming up to grip the other male's shoulders.

Izaya smiled a bit, but replaced it with a smirk as he leaned up. "Don't worry...I'll be gentle with you."

Shizuo, panting, shook his head. "W-we...we can't..."

"Can't," Izaya rolled his eyes a bit, smirking. "Or are you just being a chicken, Shizu-Chan?"

Shizuo wanted to answer, god he did, but he couldn't, not with Izaya running his hands all over his torso like that. Those fingers felt good, as much as he hated to admit it. He didn't want this, he didn't! It was sudden...it was just lust...there was no love or signifigance in Izaya's actions at all...!

"Just relax," Izaya's voice in his ear made him shudder again. "Just let me make you feel good."

"I..." Shizuo opened his mouth, trying to voice his objection. "We can't just-"

"What the fuck?!"

Both teens froze, Shizuo's eyes growing wide as he turned his head towards the front door. His family stood in the door way, his father staring with wide and stunned eyes. It couldn't be helped, not with the position the two teens were in.

Shizuo sprawled under Izaya, the raven haired boy nipping and sucking at every patch of skin he could reach, his hands under the blonde's shirt and a leg between the blonde's own legs. Surely, it wasn't a good position to be found it, especially with the bright red faces they both wore.

Shizuo sat up, shoving Izaya off with a new found strength. "D-Dad...! I can explain...!"

"So this is what you do when we're gone, huh?" His dad spoke quietly, voice laced with anger. Slowly, he looked at Izaya before smiling. "I'm sorry you had to be forced into such acts with my son. Don't worry, my wife and son, Kasuka, will drive you home."

Izaya hesitated. "I uhm...was actually planning on staying the night, sir."

"I'm sure you were," Shizuo's dad nodded, turning back to Shizuo. "But I have to have a word with Shizuo."

Kasuka was the next one to speak, walking over to Izaya and grabbing his wrist to pull him down the hall. "I'll help you gather your things."

Izaya looked towards Shizuo, who's face was drained of color and was visibly shaking. Kasuka all but yanked Izaya down the hall. "Where are your things?"

"Everywhere..." Izaya muttered, pulling free. "I'll get them..."

Kasuka frowned, yanking Izaya back and shaking his heas."Get what you can for now, I'll find a way to get you the rest of your stuff. You need to leave. Now."

"I'll apologize to your dad..." Izaya tried, trying to pull free again. "I'll keep him out of trouble or-"

"Just get your things." Kasuka snapped, making Izaya fall silent.

Izaya nodded and walked past the smaller boy, going to Shizuo's room to grab his things. Kasuka followed, walking in and shutting the door. He turned to Izaya, eyes narrowed. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Orihara Izaya," Izaya replied, shoving his things into his back pack.

"Well," Kasuka frowned a bit, looking away. "...Just hurry before-"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Both boys froze, Izaya's eyes narrowing as he listened to Shizuo's dad's booming voice. "We're gone for a few days and you start fucking around with guys in my house?!"

"I can explain!" Izaya heard Shizuo shout.

Izaya stood slowly, slinging his back pack over his shoulder as he looked at Kasuka. "Let me at least explain things to you-"

"You've done enough," Kasuka snapped, opening the door. "Now go, now."

Izaya, huffing, made his way down the hall and into the living room. Shizuo's dad had paused in his yelling, settling for offering Izaya a kind smile. "He won't cause you any more trouble, I assure you."

Izaya frowned a bit, nodding stiffly. "He didn't cause any trouble at all...but thank you, sir."

Kasuka didn't allow any more talking, grabbing Izaya and pulling him out.

Shizuo gulped as Izaya threw one last look over his shoulder. Don't leave now flea...!

The door closed and his dad turned back to him, arms crossed. "...So, how long?"

Shizuo blinked a bit and hesitated. "How long...what?"

"How long has that been going on?" His dad demanded, eyes narrowing again.

"N-Never," Shizuo assured, standing. "It...we weren't even going to anything!"

"Oh, I'm sure," His dad snapped, reaching out and grabbing Shizuo by the shirt and tugging him down the hall. "Damn fucking fag..."

"Let go!" Shizuo hissed out, trying to tug free. "We didn't do anything! Let go, damn it!"

His dad stopped, turning and shoving Shizuo into the wall with angered eyes. "You didn't do anything this time. God knows how many other times you've whored yourself out to fucking guys here! Fucking fag!"

Shizuo winced at the words, gulping. "D-dad I-"

"Shut the hell up," His dad snapped, gripping him by the hair and frowning. "You're fucking sick, you know that? How long has that fucker been here?"

"S-since you left," Shizuo replied quickly. "B-but he was helping me study...!"

"Oh please!" His dad shoved Shizuo's head back into the wall and growled. "You invited him over as soon as we left so you could do your sick ass things! You're sick! Fucking whoring yourself out to men, probably because no woman will ever want you! Even those men don't want you! Who would? You're a fucking freak of nature! Why the fuck can't you be like your brother?! He's good, he's normal!"

Shizuo winced once more, eyes falling to the floor. "I...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry," His dad muttered, smirking. "No, not yet."

Izaya smiled at Shizuo's mother kindly. "Thank you so much for the ride, ma'am."

"Of course," The woman nodded.

Izaya glanced at Kasuka, who was glaring heatedly at the older teen. Izaya offered him a smile before walking into his house. He found his parents on the couch, both blinking at his arrival.

"You're early," His mom laughed a little. "Or, late, I gues. It's almost midnight; what are you doing here? Weren't you sleeping over at that boy's house?"

"Something came up," Izaya told her, walking towards the stairs. "The girls asleep already?"

"Yes," His dad nodded. "We just got them to sleep so please don't wake them up."

Izaya nodded and went to his room, closing and locking his door. He fished out his cell phone as he dropped his backpack. He dialed Shizuo's number, why he had it he had no idea, and waited.

It rang...and rang...and rang. He frowned, closing his phone as he bit his lip in thought.

The events of that night had surely been...surprising, and he expected Shizuo to kick his ass later. But, it wasn't his buisness to worry about it for now. He'd apologize to Shizuo's parents, and brother, another time. He stripped off his shirt and got in his bed, but he didn't fall asleep. In fact, he couldn't.

All he could picture in his mind was Shizuo's expression. Not the aroused, blushing one, but the one he wore when he saw his father.

The terrified expression. A scared Shizuo, again, was one he was not used to. It wasn't the first time he had seen that expression, but at that moment it just seemed so...wrong on the blonde's face. It left Izaya unsettled, almost guilty for leaving him like that.

However, he brushed it aside.

It's not like anything serious would come of it.

Shizu-Chan... T_T my poor Shizuo... stupid Izaya...! Gahh review! .