CHAPTER 9

Izaya was incapacitated and alone with no way of escaping him. The broken window allowed cold winds to blow into the room. The only heat available radiated off their own bodies that were currently pressed against each other.

Settled between his cast Shizuo leaned down till his nose poked the informants neck. Extending his tongue, he ran a wet trail up the pin down man's skin relishing how he shivered. Breathing in the others scent he hummed, a smile that Izaya could not see graced his lips. The flea didn't have that foul stench anymore. He wasn't sure if it was because Izaya's scent changed or because his opinion of Izaya changed. He read once that the feelings someone has of an object could effect what they thought of the smell. For example a person who his allergic to peanut's might hate the smell of peanut butter.

Growling almost like a dog, he grinned his need against the info-breakers belly, forgetting that Izaya was still injured but he quickly remembered when the red eyed male hissed. He leaned back and lifted some of his weight off him.

"Iz-Flea I need you so bad right now." His voice was heavy like his desire building up between his legs." I wanted to wait till your injuries had healed but..." He stared down at his crotch were a bump had popped up.

Shizuo wasn't native enough to not know what's he was feeling towards Izaya and he hated himself for it. He also hated that he wanted to forcefully take what he wanted. He never thought himself a rapist. The thought of hurting some like that disgusted him. But when he thought of Izaya all he could imaging where the sweet moans he make and the away his face would crunch up in pain, than in pleasure. The more he thought about the more he convinced himself it was OK. The flea owed him, he ruined so many things in his life. In fact, he was the reason he was still a virgin. The memory of what the ass did in high school brought old issues back that were never properly worked out, just buried deep inside.

Grabbing the paralyzed man's hips, he curved his fingers around the elastic of his pants. Swallowing hard his shaking hands showed how nervous he was. Logically he shouldn't be this nervous, he's already seen flea's junk when he bathed him. The situation just made things feel different now.

No louder than a whispered the squeak scarcely reached his ears. "Shizuo..."

Izaya must have been scared if he was using his real name instead of that detested nick name he gave him in high school, just to piss him off.

"You have to stop. With your monstrous strength, you could really harm me. Remember I'm still in a fragile state right now."

He looked up. "Why should I care. When you involved me in your games you never cared if I got hurt. It doesn't seem fair that you don't want to play my game now. I've played your for years now." He actually expected Izaya to cry ot at least look a little scared but he really should have kown better. The flea glared at him and snorted. Even in this position he was looking down at him.

Just before he could pull down the other pants his phone rang. His brother's name popped up on the screen. Groaning he cursed Kasuka's bad timing.

"Are you going to answer that?" He hated how Izaya sounded so smug. "Hey that's a pretty decent phone for your budget. Did you use my money to buy it?" he said noticing the phone was a touch screen one.

"The company I work for didn't have enough money to give me a raise so they gave me a free phone."

He felt obliged to explain himself to Izaya. He was no thief. So far he had only used the flea's card to pay the doctor, and soon he use it to go grocery shopping. Izaya may not eat much but he still ate and used up soup, tooth paste and other things. Shizuo would buy most of it since he used most of it. Fairness was important.

Before Izaya could reply he answered the call.

"Hello Kasuka."

"Your little brother? Tell him I said hi."

He answered the flea back with a glare.

"Evening, some officers came to my apartment. They asked about you and Izaya."

"I'm sorry about that. I hate when my problems trouble you." Again, his actions caused hardships on the people he loved. Those rustic eyes mocking him did little to ease his guilt.

"My, monster-chan you-" he covered izaya's mouth with his hand before he said something that would infuriate him and make him lose his cool. His voice was already suspicious enough.

Shizuo was so worried he barely registered when his brother asked to come over, but hen he did he panicked.

"NO…. My apartment has rats. We could meet your place. No that's stupid, you always have people watching your apartment. We could go to the Russian sushi restaurant ." It wasn't a total lie, he did have one rat in his house. A small red eyed rodent that snored when he slept.

"Could we meet tomorrow?"

He didn't have work tomorrow so that would be perfect. It had been while since he's spent time with his brother.

"Yea, sure-" Suddenly a sharp pain in his hand made him cry out. "OW, you little shit!~ Sorry, I just stubbed my toe" he said quickly. Izaya's giggling irritated his ears but he did his best to hold in his temper.

"Nice save Shizu-chan. I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything now."

Shizuo was never good at holding in his temper. So, it should come to no surprise when he grabbed a pillow and covered Izaya's face with it. Finishing his conversation, he hung up his phone and placed it carefully on the bed side table before allowing his personal nuisance to breathe again.

After a minute or two.

Even though Izaya was struggling frantically to get air the first thing he said when Shizuo removed the pillow was -

"Bring me back ootoro."

And he said this before he took his first breathe.