Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures. A more in depth description of what a mirad is will be coming in future chapters.

Shizuo's POV

"I wish for a replica of your jewelry box to appear in my right pocket right now," I whispered, shoving my hands in my pockets. I traced the edges of the true box in my left pocket, and gripped at the replica when it appeared in my right pocket.

I sucked in a large breath of air.

Here goes nothing.

I abruptly grabbed Izaya's arm, turning him to face me. His eyes widened, staring at me in perplexity.

"I'm fucking tired of this," I spat in his face, dragging him to the alley I had seen the figure hiding in. Said figure quickly ran back into the darkness of the alley.

Good.

"Shi-" He winced when my grip grew stronger. Once in the alley, I threw him into the wall. He was looking quite panicked by my attitude, and I wanted to assure him, but I had to keep up the facade for his sake.

I cornered him against the wall, placing my arm above his head and leaning down intimidatingly.

"'Please, please, please', that's all you keep saying. You don't want to go back to that man but you won't listen to what I say," I growled, sliding a hand under his jacket and shirt, following the curve of his back. He gasped, arching at the touch, "You give me what I want and I'll consider not throwing you back to the dogs."

I was making myself sick, but managed what I hoped was a deranged smile before smashing my lips against his.

Damn, I wasn't expecting to feel this warmth again! Was this going to happen every time I made contact with him?

It was hard to concentrate when my body was seeping into a jello-like state.

Izaya gasped again, and I continued assaulting his lips, praying to the skies that he would catch on. I felt his fingers dig into my shoulders, and I showed no resistance when he shoved me back.

He looked disgusted, and spit in my face.

"Fuck you!" He screamed, raggedly breathing. I gave a guttural growl and flung him to the side. He landed hard on the pavement.

I reached in my right pocket and grabbed the replica.

"Fine! Go back to your master," I taunted with a sneer, "I can get a better lay than you any day!"

I threw the jewelry box down the alley. Izaya looked panicked, and disappeared.

I stomped out of the alleyway, muttering profanities to myself for show.

I waited until I was four blocks away and free from spying eyes to call Tom.

"Hey, I can't go back to my place. I'm going to need to stay at your house tonight, and we'll make arrangements."

"Why can't you go back to your place?" Tom asked worriedly.

"Got some people after me. Not in a position to tell you the details. I know where your spare key is, so I'm just going to go to your house, alright? I'll see you there tonight."

"People after you? What did you do, Shizuo?"

"Gotta go," I said, ending the phone call. My fingers restlessly fiddled with the box in my left pocket.

Within the next ten minutes, I was walking into Tom's house. I locked the door behind me and went around the house shutting all the curtains before I pulled the box out of my pocket.

I opened the lid, anticipating the bright colors.

Izaya appeared in front of me with his jaw hung open.

I sagged down on the dining room chair, resting my head on my hand.

"I can't believe that worked," I muttered.

"That... that..." Izaya spoke before finally composing himself. A brilliant smile shown on his lips, "I will never understand how something like that came to your head, but damn! I didn't understand what the hell you were doing at first and then you just slammed me into the wall and kissed me! … I think I liked it."

Izaya smirked and I groaned.

"Don't let it get to your head. I needed to do something. And it only shook them off of us. Once they realize there isn't a mirad in that box, all hell is going to break loose," I muttered.

"But it worked. No, Shizuo, you didn't need to do that," Izaya said ardently, his bright red eyes fixedly staring into my own as he said a very honest, "Thank you."

I was shocked by the heartfelt gratitude, and turned my gaze away.

"You're a handful," was all I said.

"I know~! What are you going to do now, though? It's not safe to go back to your house, right?" Izaya asked timidly, sitting in the chair next to me.

"I've got connections. I can set something up. But," I said, looking him straight in the eye, "Now I really need to know who your contractor is."

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"His name is Shiki. He's a Yakuza boss."

My eyebrows flew up.

This was worse than I thought.

"You really are a handful," I repeated, resting my head on my arms. The adrenaline had tired me out.

And I never did get to eat.

"You didn't have to be that rough, though, did you?" He suddenly complained, rubbing at his arm.

"You didn't have to spit in my face either," I retorted, standing up and intending to find something to eat, "We did what we had to do to make it look real."

"Seriously. You must deal with creeps a lot to be able to get so in character!" He admonished. I missed a breath, and then turned to him with a glare.

"That is not a compliment," I snarled, yanking the fridge door open with more force than necessary, "Don't compare me to that trash."

"I wasn't comparing you to them," I heard Izaya insist behind me as I reached for the eggs, "Just complimenting your acting skills is all."

I closed the door much softer than I had opened it.

"Well then good job to you, too. You looked panicked."

"I was in a panic! You have no idea how fucking scary you can be!"

Yes I do. It's why the majority of people in this town shrink back when I walk outside. Though it keeps most trouble away, something I'm tremendously grateful for, it's a little disheartening at the same time.

This strength wasn't something I asked for.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I grabbed a pan and placed it on the stove. Just the thought of food was making me drool.

"Hey Shizuo, where are we anyway?" Izaya asked.

"My friend Tom's house," I answered, breaking three eggs into the pan. There was a low sizzle.

"That's a boring name," he sighed, but then perked up, "Wait, that's who I was on the phone with earlier, right?"

I groaned at the memory.

"Yes, it is. And I want you in the jewelry box before he comes home."

Izaya gasped, "Why?"

"Because you're you?"

"You're mean. I am very loveable," Izaya replied, wrapping his arms around himself, "In any case, I don't have to listen to you! I'm gonna stay out and meet this guy!"

I rolled my eyes, flipping the eggs.

I paused when I heard a key in the lock.

"Did you seriously leave work?" I asked exasperatingly when Tom rushed in the house.

"Did you seriously think I wouldn't when you tell me something like that and then hang up?" Tom shot right back, tossing a questioning look at Izaya.

Izaya grinned at him.

"You shouldn't have," I answered, tossing the eggs on a plate, "And I was starving, so I stole your food."

I don't think Tom even heard me, he was so focused on Izaya.

"... what kind of contacts are those?" Tom asked, and I froze. I had gotten so used to his freakish glowing eyes that I didn't even think about it.

"Amazing ones," Izaya answered easily, holding out his hand, "I'm Izaya. Shizuo's sex line operator."

I slammed my plate down on the dining table.

Tom's eyes widened in realization, and he cracked a smile.

"Ah... pleasure to meet you?" Tom said, casting amused glances at me. I bit my tongue, and then dove into my eggs, refusing to speak.

They shook hands, and Tom sat down.

"Seriously, though, you said someone was after you," Tom said, growing serious, "Who and how long do you need refuge?"

"You know of a Yakuza boss named Shiki?"

"I do. A little. We pretty much know he's into illegal practices, but he's smooth at keeping things under wraps," Tom answered. Izaya snorted at this.

"Well we need to bring him down," I insisted. Both their eyes widened.

"You know we can't do anything unless we have proof of something incriminating," Tom reasoned. I turned to Izaya and he tensed.

"Be... before that!" Izaya exclaimed, tapping his hands on the table, "Shizuo and I need somewhere to hide out for a while."

Tom turned to me questioningly.

I decided I would talk to Izaya about it when we were alone, so I nodded.

"Yeah. A hotel or something, outside of town," I agreed. Izaya leaned forward with a cat-like grin.

"Mm, yeah, we'll get the fantasy suite," he taunted. I couldn't fight the blush that surfaced on my cheeks, and panicked when Tom's jaw dropped.

"Don't listen to him," I rushed out, narrowing my eyes, "Just a cheap hotel. With two beds."

Izaya pouted and sat back in his seat, suddenly disinterested in the conversation. Tom cleared his throat, still looking amused.

"Alright. I'll set that up, but can I ask why these guys are after you?"

Izaya met my eyes across the table.

"I have something they want."

Most of you automatically thought "FIGHT" so I hope this was a.. good?.. surprise XD My little Shizzy is devious 3

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