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.

Shizuo's POV

I woke up to the sunlight in my face, and realized I left the blinds open yesterday. Izaya was sleeping soundly on my chest, the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothing against mine. I took a deep breath, stretching out one arm while the other stayed wrapped around his thin waist. I used the free arm to create a makeshift pillow behind me, looking down at Izaya.

It was a strange feeling. Seeing him here, trusting and defenseless, and knowing he willingly chose to be this way with me. I wanted to protect this.

There was a scratching sound.

I turned my head, seeing Shizu-chan at the door, looking up at me expectantly.

Well, looks like someone was learning.

"Izaya," I whispered, lightly shaking him.

"Mmng," he muttered, slowly opening his eyes and turning his gaze toward me, "Wha?"

I snorted at his sleepy confusion.

"Your dog wants his mommy," I teased. Izaya turned to look at Shizu-chan, before slumping his chin down on my chest and closing his eyes.

"Well mommy wants to stay with daddy for a little longer," he mumbled. Heat flooded my face, and I squirmed uncomfortably.

"Re- really. I don't want that dog having any more accidents on this floor," I spoke, dragging my hand away from his waist. He huffed, looking annoyed as he rose off me.

"Fine, fine," he replied, yawning as he swung his leg over me and got off the bed. In the next moment, he had opened the door and walked out with Shizu-chan. I stared at the door for a moment, and then sat up. Without Izaya on me, I noticed the room was a little chilly.

Thoughts of last night came to my mind. Contracting with him, huh? I guess it wasn't a bad idea. I mean, I was completely against any form of slavery, but it wasn't like I would ever make him do anything he didn't want to. And from what I could see, he enjoyed being with me. Or at least I thought so. But was I willing to have him around me for another year? It would be like getting a roommate. The thought made me frown. I was a pretty private person, especially when it came to my home. But then again, that's what we were doing now, right? Living together? I didn't mind this at all. In fact, the thought of never seeing Izaya again after our month was over was...

Was...

I didn't know how I felt about that, but my frown had deepened.

The door opened, and Shizu-chan came barging in the room, hopping up on the bed and running straight into my lap.

"Hey, jeez, calm down," I said, ruffling the fur on his head. Izaya closed the door, leaning against it and watching us with an unreadable expression. The stare actually made me a little apprehensive, and I felt myself talking before I could help myself, "What if I contracted with you?"

Izaya looked stunned, and I almost slapped a hand over my mouth. Damn it, I didn't want that to come out of nowhere!

"We- well," I stuttered, looking away from him and absentmindedly playing with Shizu-chan's paws, "It's just a suggestion. Until we could, maybe, find someone else good for you?"

I don't know why I felt so nervous. I couldn't even look up at him. It was the best thing, right? I had determined that last night. It would solve the problem of him being picked up by someone who would just use him, and would save him the dis-satisfaction of being stuck in that jewelry box. And he liked me enough, right? I didn't think I would be horrible company for a year.

Oh, but did he trust me enough? Mirads were forced to contract with whoever opened the box. Actually giving permission to someone was a whole different thing entirely.

I heard him move, and felt the mattress sink. My head whipped up when his arms encircled me. Shizu-chan, sensing he was about to get crushed, hurriedly leaped from my lap. He leaned on me, resting his forehead on my shoulder, and my skin tingled where he touched.

Unsure, I wondrously mumbled, "Izaya? Hey, you just did this energy transfer thing all last night?"

He pulled back and looked at me. I held my breath from the intensity of that stare.

"Cuddling doesn't do much. Ne, Shizuo, can you give me a little more?" He whispered, pushing down on my shoulders. I leaned back in alarm, using my elbows to support myself.

"M- more?" I near squeaked, my breathing quickening. The context behind that statement was scaring the crap out of me, especially as he leaned down with me, brushing our noses together.

"It won't be much, I promise," Izaya said lowly, flashing me a warm smile that was utterly adorable.

Adorable?

Guys were not adorable!

His lips were suddenly on mine, coaxing and soft. My shaking elbows gave way, and I fell back. Izaya followed, kissing me again, running his hands tenderly over my shoulder-blades and neck.

Holy shit, was I actually getting turned on by this?

He was a guy! A guy! Though I had come to the conclusion I was not completely repulsed, it still made me nervous as hell. Everything was so hot and my body was so aware of every brush, twitch, and shift of the body on top of me, and there was that tongue again, just like before, sliding over my lips.

He... needed energy, right?

Sexual energy was the best, right?

It was just kissing. This wasn't any different from a girl, right?

Right?

Fuck, I didn't know. I didn't know anything. But I was curious.

I let my mouth fall lax, and his tongue slid into my mouth.

Wow.

His tongue danced in my mouth, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I shivered from the intensity of such a simple action, and realized in horror that I was getting hard. Girl or guy, it was just a kiss! Damn this confusing energy stuff for feeling so good!

I gasped when something rubbed against my arousal. My cheeks burned when I realized the only thing it could be, and Izaya's moan amplified that fact. He purposefully moved against me again, and I bit my lip, hurriedly grasping his hips to keep them from moving.

I turned my head to the side, away from those sinful lips, and took a few deep breaths before I spoke.

"Stop," I begged, hating how weak my own voice sounded. To my surprise, Izaya's hand grabbed at my chin and forced me to look back up at him.

"Please," Izaya coerced breathlessly, looking damn sexy as he did.

I felt my will shatter.

Fuck it. I was just going to drown in this warmth.

His tongue was back in my mouth, curling around my own, and my hands loosened. Izaya thrust his hips into mine, and I hissed at the incredible friction. He did it again, and again, near making me lose my mind. He kept going, punctuating the rocking of his hips with hot, wet kisses.

Th- this was so wrong. How was I even supposed to look at him after this?

It was getting hard to breathe. Each and every thrust was good, but damn it, I was going to go crazy if he didn't keep hitting that certain spot...

My hands slid up and over his boxer-clad ass, squeezing tightly. He moaned, again, into my mouth, and I shivered, before taking control of the situation. I ground him down on me as I thrust up, steadily beating him against me in a controlled, yet frantic manner that made me see stars. Izaya happily moved with the new rhythm, detaching his lips from mine and resting his head on the pillow next to mine, his labored breathing loud right next to my ear.

"Shi.. zu.. o," Izaya moaned, each syllable between thrusts, "I'm gonna-"

"Wait," I whispered, mercilessly rubbing myself against him. I was so close...

"I ca- mmmhn," he groaned, spasming against me. Letting his moan of release wash over me, I soon followed, opening my mouth in a silent scream as I came in my boxers. It felt warm and wet, but at that moment I didn't care, trying desperately to control my breathing as Izaya collapsed on top of me.

I shakily placed a hand on my forehead, staring up at the ceiling as the euphoria died down. Dust was dancing around in the sunlight seeping through the window.

What.. did I just do...

I tensed when Izaya stirred. He lifted his head, his face flushed with a pretty pink and his lips parted, breathing still irregular. He opened his eyes lazily, a half-lidded look, but that was all he needed to do for those glowing red eyes to show. They were glaringly bright and beautiful.

They only made reality hit me harder.

Now that I was no longer crazed with lust, shame ebbed its way into my mind, making me nervous all over again. I had completely lost control. A terrible, terrible idea.

"I... I'm going to take... a shower," I fumbled, trying to push him off me as gently as I could with the panic rising in me. Izaya rolled off.

"You can just wish we were clean-"

"I wish you were clean!" I shouted, maybe a little louder than necessary, as I walked across the room. I needed to get away from him. I slammed the door behind me when I entered the bathroom, leaning against it with a hand covering my mouth.

Fuck!

Where the hell did that come from? I had just asked a simple question, and it led to that, and he never even answered me!

I stared disbelievingly at the dark spot on the front of my boxers.

I wasn't some lust-filled teenager anymore! I should have been able to not let that get as far as it did... and with a guy...

Still shaking, I slid my boxers off and stepped under a warm spray of water, watching my shame go down the drain.

Ok. So I had just gotten off to Izaya dry-humping me. Ugh, that sounded so wrong. But, he needed energy, right? He certainly got it, looking at those bright eyes of his. Yeah.

Ugh, but he didn't need that much energy! He told me himself it only made him moody and tired; it's not like he would die without it!

Then why did I do that?

Because I was turned on. And it felt amazing.

I suddenly felt like I was just digging my hole deeper.

I rested my forehead against the cool tiles of the shower. I just needed to calm down. It was a guy but, it was Izaya, right? I shouldn't make too big of a deal about this. He was a mirad. This was a normal thing for them. And it wasn't like anything changed.

No, nothing changed.

I turned off the shower and dried myself. Then I realized I didn't have anything to change into. Biting my lip, I tied the towel around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom. Izaya was lying in his bed, turned away from me. He hadn't reacted at all when I came out.

Taking a deep breath, I traveled across the room to the drawers, retrieving another pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I looked at him again. He still hadn't moved.

With a frown, I made my way back into the bathroom, changing.

An unsettling feeling gripped at me.

Damn it, I knew he couldn't be tired. He was purposefully avoiding me. It would be normal for me to do such a thing, but him... especially when he was full of energy... to be unmoving like that was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to make some teasing remark, or be playing with Shizu-chan, or... something.

I hadn't made a very good departure. After... that... I just left and practically yelled, slamming the door in this face.

I winced, and I felt stupid for standing in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

Oh Shizuo.

This is another chapter where I really liked how it came out, so yayz~

I... I wanted the smut, but I wanted fluff in there too... I hope I accomplished that?

It's 11:40 PM here.. but I'm counting this as September 7th's update! It's close enough!

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