"Shizu-chan?" He asks, voice barely more than a whisper. Shizuo blinks, breathes out something like a happy sigh, and smiles. Smiles at him, Izaya. His enemy is smiling at him, clearly still pretty out of it. Izaya laughs, giddy with Shizuo's return.
'Finally! I waited so long you stupid-no.' He puts a stop to that thought quickly.
"Caught ya..." Shizuo slurs, eyes unfocused. Izaya is pretty sure he isn't really aware of what's going on- but fuck, he's awake. 'Shizu-chan is awake!' He pushes himself up from where he's still laying on Shizuo's body, heart pounding and feeling more alive than he has in over three weeks.
'I need to get Shinra.' He decides, first. 'And then tomorrow I can try and kill him again~' But Shizuo pulls him back down before he can even leave the bed. He slings an arm around his back and another grips Izaya's right wrist a bit too tightly. Its some demented version of a hug, where Shizuo is too drugged to realize he's using too much strength and he's hugging Izaya of all people.
"Shizu-chan, let go! I don't want to play with you right now." He snaps. Shizuo doesn't answer, turning his head to the side and keeping Izaya pinned chest to chest and face to face with him. He glares at something behind Izaya, sparking panic though him and speeding up his already racing heart. He whips his head around to look, expecting an angry Celty or Shinra, maybe even Kadota, but no one is there. Just shadows and random medical machines lined neatly against the walls as always. He takes a deep breath, trying again now to get free. If one of them really did find them like this...
"Shiz-" Lips cut him off, which is so cliche it makes Izaya grimace a bit into the kiss. He supposes it's fair, he technically did force a kiss on Shizuo so maybe it's fair if he gets to do the same. He indulges the beast for a moment, but the sighs against his lips are too annoying and too passionate for him tolerate for long. He's not sure who Shizuo think's he is, but whoever they are he hopes they enjoy movie ready kissing- Disgusting, uncomfortable, and just a little too wet. 'Where does Shizu-chan even think he is?'
He finally pulls himself back when Shizuo starts to moan, tangling fingers in Shizuo's hair and holding the beast back somewhat. He's persistent, craning his head up for more, lips pursed and eyes half closed. Izaya kind of wishes he could get to his phone, he wants to make this his Christmas card. You know, if he had anyone to send them to who wouldn't throw said card away as soon as they saw his name on it.
"Shizu-chan, let go now. I have to get Shinra." He feels a little uncomfortable, seeing Shizuo's pupils blown wide. He can only tell because the golden shade seems bright no matter how little light there is, but also because they're so close.
"I'm busy..." Shizuo's not talking to him, instead glaring irritated somewhere behind Izaya. He pulls Izaya back down, which is when he really starts struggling. He can't do much, but with one hand free and gripping the back of Shizuo's head via his bleached hair, he yanks the monsters head to the side and leans to whisper right into Shizuo's ear.
"Whoever your little drugged up head is telling you I am, I'm not them! So stop it." Shizuo shivers, like he's said something erotic, grip tightening on his wrist to a painful level and arm crushing down on his back suddenly. He chokes, air rushing out of him at the force and sharp jab of pain coupled with the steadily growing ache in his wrist. He thrashes, knees dragging and sliding over the sheets as he tries to find purchase.
"Shi-zu...! Please, wake...up!" He gasps, voice rough when he doesn't have enough air. Shizuo let's go of his wrist to suddenly shoot a hand between them. It takes away a bit of pressure on his chest, allowing him to draw in some air, but he's starting to hyperventilate because Shizuo's just grabbed his crotch and not at all gently. It hurts, a crushing grip that makes his eyes water, and if he were a weaker man he might have screamed.
"Wake up!" His voice is too loud, skittering over panic. 'Let go, let go, let go!' He shoves at Shizuo with his free hand. His chest hurts, balls being crushed in a very painful way, and he's too panicked- he can't fucking breathe-
"WAKE UP!" He chokes, voice pitching near a scream from trying to force the words with so little air in his lungs. He digs his knees into the bed hard, and somehow manages to push himself out from under a monsters crushing grip. In the corner of his eye he see's light switch on in the hallway. He crashes to the floor, out of the bed and rolling off to the side.
He scrambles back, in pain and still panicking because he's fully expecting a monster to follow him and finish the job. 'Fuck!' Crashing into a cabinet, he knocks it over and the crack of splintering wood does nothing to calm him. Glass shatters, medicine bottles clatter to the floor. Thankfully Shizuo has stopped moving from his place on the bed.
Shinra is the first in the room, in his pajama's and eyes landing first on a panicked Izaya before darting to Shizuo's still form. He's sure he looks a mess, eyes wet, pants out of order, and shaking like a leaf. He pushes himself up, ignoring the glass digging into his palms. They slip over slick blood, smearing the floors as he rights himself and scrambles to the window. He sways, dizzy as he still hasn't begun to breathe properly. Black spots pop before his eyes, and he's lucky he doesn't have to see to undo the latch on the window.
"Wait!" Shinra yells behind him, but there's no way in hell Izaya is going to stick around. Its unlikely Shinra will be able to figure out what's happened, and Izaya isn't going to tell anyone. Never. He climbs out hastily, but he slips. His foot catches and the jerk of trying to get it free sends him crashing roughly down the fire escape. His head smacks a rail, his ears ring, and then everything goes black.