Been MIA for a while... Sorry unu

By the time Shizuo made it to Izaya's Shinjuku apartment, he had lost a lot of steam.

When he first set out, leaving Shinra and Celty behind, he had gathered all his courage with the intent to walk right up to Izaya and tell him... well, everything. Now, he stood in front of that flea's door and debated whether or not to knock. He couldn't make himself lift his hand to do so no matter how much he convinced himself.

Eighteen minutes. That's how long Shizuo stood in front of the other man's door, with heavy rain as the soundtrack to his dilemma. Twenty-two minutes. That was when Shizuo lost his nerve. All of it.

He got back on the apartment complex elevator and when back down to the ground floor. He walked swiftly through the lobby and back into the pouring rain, intending to run back to Celty and Shinra's.

Of course, Shizuo's luck would have a saccharine voice call out to him, "Oh~ Could that be Shizu-chan~?

The blond would've facepalmed if he wasn't so busy clutching the umbrella Celty had given him like a lifeline. He was still soaked despite the thing, but he found it comforting.

Izaya advanced on Shizuo like a jungle cat on the prowl. "I was in Ikebukuro the other day." The brunette calmly glanced down at his nails as if nothing really mattered. As if they weren't both standing in the rain, "Imagine my surprise when there's no monster ruining my day. I could've done a dance."

The ex-bartender realized as the informant spoke. He doesn't know. He hadn't realized it before then, but he had been expecting the brunette to just know.Not for any reason other than that the man knew everything. He had expected that louse to know all about his problems and be lying in wait for him to humiliate himself.

But it was not so.

And Shizuo was frozen stiff.

"So why are you here, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo was broken out of his reverie to see that the raven-haired man was extremelyclose all of a sudden. His mouth went dry.

"Are you here to beat me up again?" Izaya continued.

The bodyguard was lost. Izaya was so close. And all he could think about was the blurry flashes of that night.

The brunette smirked knowingly, "Oh, I know," he chuckled lowly. "You've come back for more."

You're so wrong it hurts,was Shizuo's only thought. But still he didn't stop the other from grabbing his wrist and pulling him back into that elevator. He didn't stop him from pushing him into that upscale apartment. And he surely didn't stop him from pushing him down onto that bed. That soft bed that he was way too familiar with.

Once they were horizontal, Izaya immediately set to work. He lavished kisses along that larger man's neck as he unbuttoned the soaking wet vest and white shirt. Once he got those off of the blonde's shoulders he covered them with nips and licks. When the brunette lowered his mouth to Shizuo's nipples, the blond let out a high keening sound.

"Ah. So sensitive," the informant teased.

The ex-bartender didn't bother replying and focus on breathing correctly.

The raven got steadily lower and lower, his tongue leaving a wet trail down the length of Shizuo's torso.

It was when he reached the blonde's navel that he spoke again. "Ne, Shizu-chan is getting a bit pudgy." He giggled as if he had just told a particularly amusing joke. He hadn't noticed the way the blonde's body stiffened.

All of a sudden there was a bubbling in Shizuo's chest. And he felt angry. But not a kind of angry he usually felt. It was a kind of angry that made his stomach feel sick. And Izaya that asshole, that flea. How dare he. Yeah... how darehe?!

"You..." Shizuo had troubled gathering the words to adequately address the injustice he felt.

Izaya looked up at the bodyguard from where he was poised over his belly. He smirked, "Don't worry, Shizu-chan. You're getting old! There's no shame in growing love-handles."

Shizuo squinted dangerously down his chest at the other man, "You..."

The brunette began cackling, Was Shizu-chan really about to get uptight about a joke?

Indeed he was.

"You... ASSHOLE!

The words were punctuated with a loud, resounding slap.

The brunette touched his now stinging cheek. It was hot to the touch. But he was astounded. When was the last time he had been slapped like that? He'd been punched plenty. But slapped? By Shizu-chan?

When the informant snapped back into focus, Shizuo was clutching his clothes to his chest looking wounded.

"What the hell was that, Shizu-chan?"

The blond glared at him darkly, "You just called me fat!"

Izaya rolled his eyes. Oh, please,"I called you pudgy, not fat."

"Same damn thing, louse!" Shizuo bristled, wanted to slap the informant again.

The brunette rolled off of the bed and took a few steps towards the other man, "I'm sorry. I must've missed the day you turned into an insecure, teenage girl."

Shizuo felt his hackles raise, Oh you were there. It was the day you fucked me."I don't see why you had to point that out, asshole. I must not be too pudgy, if you brought me to your bed."

"Oh, please." Izaya scoffed, "As if I'd bring you to a bed I sleep in. I'd have to burn it. This is the guest room."

Ouch, Shizuo thought, that kind of hurt. Like a lot.

"T-then, I'll just leave!" Shizuo winced when his voice trembled.

The informant shrugged, "Then leave."

Ugh, the ex-bartender's eyes were starting to burn, That hurt too. Why is this affecting me so much?

"You'd just let me leave?" It was astounding how Ikebukuro's Fortissmo could sound so small.

"Well, why would I fight to keep you here? I can get laid anytime I want."

Shizuo felt like hyperventilating. What did he care about that flea's hurtful words? Why did his chest hurt so much? And why did he really feel like he needed a hug?

"Because..." the blond began timidly.

Izaya sneered, "Because?"

Now that just pissed him off, "Because I'm carrying your damn baby, you dick!"