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 knew I was just too damn sexy for you to ignore!" Izaya exclaimed, looking much too happy for my tastes.

"You are sleeping on a mattress," I replied, opening the closet for said mattress. It was leaning against the wall.

"What? You're making me sleep on the floor? How cruel are you?" Izaya whined, sitting on the bed I would be sleeping on anyway, "I thought you were insisting I sleep in here with you? What's the point? I can sleep on the couch."

I tossed the mattress out on the floor by the bed.

"This will probably be more comfortable anyway, but I insisted on you being in here because I need to talk to you," I explained, sitting on the bed next to him. He did not look like he was in the mood to talk.

"If this is about Shiki, forget it," he said, pointedly looking at anything but me.

"Izaya, be reasonable."

"You be reasonable!" Izaya yelled, pointing an accusing finger my way, "Take him down? What was with that? You're only letting me hide out until I'm free! There is no 'taking him down'!"

"You don't want to see him go down?" I asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't care if that guy died! But it's not your responsibility! And if you think, just because I'm with you right now, that it is, you're wrong."

I probably looked guilty at this point, because I did sort of feel that way. But even more than that, with the way Izaya talked about this man, I was filled with rage when I thought about all the possible things he could have put Izaya through. The things any of his contractors ordered him to do. Nobody, human or mirad, deserved that.

I wanted to see Shiki go down out of my own pleasure.

"But you were with him. You had to have seen something incriminating that he did?"

"That doesn't even matter. It's just my word. That's not shit," Izaya said, and I sighed when I realized he was right. I was getting way ahead of myself here.

"Alright, alright," I gave in, leaning back on my hands and looking up. The ceiling fan above us was slowly spinning.

"Is Tom really setting a hotel up for us? That's expensive for you, right?" Izaya inquired.

"Yes, it is, but you're paying for it. I can wish for money, right?"

Izaya smirked.

"Doesn't mean I have to give it to you," Izaya taunted.

"Hm. I think you will," I responded, moving my arms from underneath me and falling back on the bed. The softness felt amazing.

"I might ask for something in return~" Izaya kept at it, grinning over me.

"Well than I guess we'll deal with that when the time comes," I grinned back. Izaya stared at me before heaving a huge sigh and rolling... right off the bed. I hurriedly sat up, looking over the side with wide eyes, and then I remembered I put the mattress there, "Why the heck did you do that?"

"I wanna touch you, so I just threw myself off the bed instead of waiting for you to do it," Izaya mumbled, curling in the fetal position.

I laughed out loud, lying back down.

"It's not funny! I'm hungry!"

"Hungry? Don't say you're hungry in that context. That just makes you sound like a pervert."

"That's how mirads work. Not gonna change," he muttered. I frowned as I reached for one of the pillows on my bed. I leaned over the side, dropping the pillow. It landed right on Izaya's head, "Hey!"

"You know, do mirads even sleep?" I asked.

"Of course we sleep," he replied, sliding the pillow off his head. I grinned at his messy hairdo, then caught my reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.

Hm.

"Hey, I wish for some brown hair dye."

Izaya sat up quickly, a look of horror on his face.

"Why!"

"A 6'2 blonde guy is way too identifiable around here. If we're going to hide, we might as well go all the way."

"No way! You can't get rid of the blonde hair!"

"Why not? I'm a natural brunette anyway."

He gaped. I had no idea why he was so surprised. People usually knew I bleached my hair.

"But I like your blonde hair," he said, grimacing. I rolled my eyes.

"Safety is a little more important than what you like, sorry to say."

"Not doing it," he finalized, turning away from me and burying his face into his pillow, "Not unless I get to touch you."

Jeez that sounded dirty.

Sighing, I turned away from him.

"I'll just end up buying some then," I replied. When he didn't come back with anything, I slipped under the sheets, and closed my eyes.

The next time I opened my eyes, light filled the room. I rubbed at my eyes, twisting against the sheets to see the time.

Nine-thirty in the morning.

I yawned, glancing down at the mattress on the floor. Izaya was facing my way, still fast asleep. I quietly got out of bed, slipping my jeans on before slipping out the door. As expected, Tom was sitting at the dining room table. I had smelled his coffee from the bedroom.

"Morning," he greeted, looking up from the newspaper. I grunted something like a greeting, heading for the fridge. A cold glass of milk sounded like heaven.

"Any luck?" I asked after taking a gulp, sitting next to him.

"Yes, actually. I found a decent place and already booked it."

"You're a lifesaver," I commented with a smile.

"I know I am. Is your uh... sex line operator still sleeping?" Tom asked, amused. I groaned.

"Just leave it," I muttered.

"Seriously, where did he come from? And he seems close to you."

"Close? Not really. I just met him five days ago."

Tom looked surprised.

"Must be something, then, to be on such familiar terms that quickly."

Oh he's something alright.

"There are just... extenuating circumstances," I admitted, taking another gulp of milk.

"About that. I wish you'd be more honest with me. You're clearly hiding something."

"I can't tell you, Tom," I said apologetically. You wouldn't believe me anyway. Well, I guess I could show you what Izaya was capable of, but there was really no need.

"Well just know that I am going to be calling you every day," Tom said, pointedly staring at me.

"You sound like a mother. I can take care of myself."

"And him?"

I paused. It really was like I was Izaya's bodyguard, wasn't it?

"Yes. I'll protect him," I promised. And I meant it.

"What about clothing, and personal items? Do you have the money on you to get all the new things you need?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that," I disregarded, inwardly hoping Izaya was joking last night.

"But you haven't even been paid this week. How do you have the money?" Tom asked worriedly. You know, sometimes, I wished he wasn't so inquisitive, so I wouldn't have to try and make up things to say.

"Clearly because I'm paying him for hot monkey sex."

I sighed.

"Good morning, Izaya," I drawled, looking over at him in distaste.

"Morning!" He chirped happily, grabbing another chair. Tom was shaking his head with a smile.

"Somehow, I'm more at ease knowing you have someone with you," Tom said, standing to wash out his cup in the sink.

"Him? You feel at ease knowing he's with me? He's likely to rape me."

"Don't give me ideas, Shizuo."

Tom laughed, and I just sighed.

Sorry for a shorter chapter. And for Shizuo being a cock-block cough. I promise I will make it up with the next one, because there is a lot of interesting stuff coming up :D

Congrats to those who guessed Shiki~ Again, I luff you guys XD