Chapter 11

A week had past and Shizuo hadn't heard Izaya speak once. The informant would just sit on the bed with his head down and eyes staring at his lap. Usually a silence Izaya would be a dream come true for the blonde. Admittedly having peace and quiet in his own home again was nice but the endless quietness between the pair left an awkward atmosphere that was almost as bad as the talking flea.

Standing against the wall he took part in a recently formed hobby of his. Much like Izaya he had started to observe humans, but just one human. It was the pale man in front of him. The one who seemed to be receding deeper and deeper into his own mind.

He watched every movement Izaya made. Any sudden change was notice, no matter how small they were.

At a steady past that tiny body inhale and exhale. He saw how Izaya's skinny fingers would twitched every few minutes and those long eyelash would fall down and lazily rise. On occasion he would lick his lips when he felt them to dry or shift himself on the bed.

After watching him for so long he could clearly tell that the man had been losing some weight. Every time Shizuo fed him he would take a few bites than turn his head away refusing to eat any more. Sometimes Izaya was only willing to eat once a day.

Though complete and utter silence from the other was nerve-racking Shizuop believed the pro's outweighed the con's. This nonmonthly version of Izaya let the blond enjoy admire the flea's beauty without being infuriated by his less than tolerable attributed. He could stare at the others beautiful face all day. After denying it for years he could confess now how pretty Izaya really was. When that filthy smirk and ear bleeding laughter were gone, he resembled a delicate doll perfectly crafted and shaped. Truth be told Shizuo had taken full advantage of the situation. Izaya never protested when he kissed him or did he fight when the blonde caressed his cheek or touched his arm for longer than most would deem appropriate.

One of the things Shizuo was not happy about was that the info broker refused to kiss him for the painkillers. After the first day without the pills Izaya began to whimper quietly to himself. Blood would cover his lips from how hard he bit the skin trying to keep his pain sounds to himself. Eventually Shizuo pitied him and offered the pill to him without the obligation of a kiss but surprisingly Izaya refused again. In the end Shizuo had to kiss him again but this time it was to forcefully push the pill down the ravenette's throat.

Shizuo would be able to bare with the awkward tension if it wasn't for those damn eyes. Those crimson orbs once filled with sadist amusement weren't burning with their usual vindictive fire. Instead they are dull and lifeless. All that spark they had before had faded away. If Izaya had just shown sadness in his eyes maybe Shizuo would be able to ignore it. After all the flea deserved to be miserable for a while. But now, those eyes showed no emotion at all. He really resembled the perfect doll and to be honest, dolls kind of freaked Shizuo out.

One day Shizuo had enough of it. He marched over to Izaya and grabbed him by the shirt. Pulling him slightly he forward the blond glared down at him. Those eyes still refused to change.

"Knock this shit out right now. Do you hear me Izaya?"

The info broker tilted his head up to look at him. Again, Shizuo saw those awful eyes. They were completely barren of any emotion. Izaya was looking at him but at the same time he wasn't looking at him. Izaya seemed to see right past him as if he invisible. Seeing his own reflection in those crimson orbs convinced Shizuo that he wasn't see threw.

Not getting any answer Shizuo let the other go. The informant just returned to looking down at his lap.

"I can't stand this anymore."

Making his way to his dresser he pulled out a solid red bandanna. Folding it a few times he tired it around Izaya head, covering those dead orbs.

Much better. Sitting down next to him Shizou let out a breath of relief. Just by covering those bothersome eyes the room itself felt much lighter now. Since the flea made no attempt to remove the blindfold he left his hands free.

An hour past and Shizuo was still sitting next to Izaya. Without his sight the informant had tensed up and would flinch from every movement he felt Shizou make on the bed. After a while he relaxed and Shizuo was able to go back to enjoying looking at the man.

The blond would rub the back of his knuckles against the others soft cheeks. Izaya never said a word and even if he did Shizuo would ignore him. So he continued to touch the ravenette.

"You're so beautiful, especially when you're not acting like an ass." Getting a little more daring the blond moved his hand down. One by one he unbuttons the white long sleeve shirt Izaya was wearing till his chest was completely exposed.

As soon as Shizuo pressed his hand against his chest the informant started to tremble. He wasn't worried about Izaya getting cold and getting sick. He had fixed the broken window and turned up the heat. The informant was probably shaking for a different reason. With those pink little nipples presented to him Shizuo slowly ran his hands over Izaya's fair skin and settle a hand on each nipple. Being careful with his strength he started to gently rub them while stare at the other face the whole time.
He saw Izaya bit his lip, some color was coming back into his face. Other than that, the informant made no move to stop him, not that he could with his broken body.
Flicking one nipple Shizuo bent his head down till the salmon pink bub pressed against his mouth. Sucking on one nipple he used his hand to play with the other.
"They're sticking out now." He hummed. Nipping the one in his mouth he dug his nail into the other one. He felt more than saw Izaya's breathe hitch. "Did that hurt or did you like it?" Knowing he would receive no answer the blond continued his simulation.

Slowly his free hand travel even further down. It crossed a stomach that used to be well build and filled with muscle but had now soften from weeks of bed rest. He almost felt bad for Izaya. The flea must have trained his body constantly to be able to preform some of the death defying acrobats he would use to escape any dangerous situation. A few times before Shizou would get a glisms of the flea's body back in high school. It was usually during swim class. For a petite male Izaya had quit a sculpted body.

Shizuo looked at his arms. Most of the muscles were gone now, soon they and his legs would become thinker from under use.

It didn't matter, it would make Izaya look softer, cuter.

Reaching the elastic of the informants pants he slipped his finger under them. Quickly, almost to anxiously he grabbed Izaya's shaft and started stroking it. He pumped the organ with a strong and demanding grip.

"St-op" a tiny hand grabbed his wrist. One of Izaya's arms had been healing faster since it took less damage. He had slowly become regain strength on that one. But the simple act of lifting it took a lot of effort and energy. Not to mention the dull ache of its bones that were still not completely healed. It didn't help that Izaya had been neglecting to practice moving them, so now the bones and muscle were stiff.

Shizou pushed his hand away. "Go back to not talking." He said before continuing his strokes.

Izaya tried to raise his arm again but he appendage only made it an inch in the arm before it started to shake violently. Unable to support his hands own wait couldn't stop Shizuo from molesting him.

"Your face has color again." The blond lovingly caressed those flushed cheeks. Izaya had gotten hard in his hand and was clearly ashamed about it. But embarrassed or not the precum dripping down his length was proof of his enjoyment.
"Feels good, don't it?" Shizuo left a long line of saliva down the other body. Starting from his neck then down to Izaya's bellybutton. "You taste good to."

Sticking jerking Izaya off Shizuo sucked and nipped on the informant's neck leaving hickys on as many places as he could reach.

"No, no, no" Izaya became to say. "I'm going to…" he was cut off when Shizuo kissed him.

When blonde pulled away he was even more flushed now.

"Looks like it's been awhile since you took care of your needs. I imagine your life style doesn't lets you have time for stuff like this."

Izaya had his good hand tangle in the blanket squeezing the fabric as hard as he could. Shizuo had forced his head back and was devouring his neck.

Shizuo could almost hear Izaya grinding his teeth together trying to keep quit. He wondered if Izaya's eyes were still as dull as before. He doubted it but he rather keep the blind fold on. It might be a recently discovered kink of his.

Feeling Izaya spasmed and shortly after his palm and wrist were drenched in cum. Pulling his hand out of the informant pants Shizuo examined the material. It was thick and gooey. Its odor was almost to light to pick up on. He licked his hand. Bitter, that was the first word to come to mind, but it was strangely tolerable.

"Get the oh mighty self-proclaimed god is not too good to cum in the hand of a beast."

"I hate you" Izaya said quivering, his body shaking with rage.

"I hate you to" Shizuo licked his hands again. "But at least you taste good."