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.

FLUFF AHEAD.

Shizuo's POV

I hesitantly made my way over to the side of his bed, stopping a foot away from it.

My eyes trailed down his form, from the tips of his hair to his bare feet, analyzing. So... he was apparently very... openly gay. I had seen gay couples before, walking on the street hand-in-hand or sitting together at the bar, and it had never bothered me. But it had never involved me either.

Ugh, but that wasn't even the point. This wasn't a relationship thing, this was just him gathering energy. I guess when you're a mirad, you can't be picky about gender, as long as you get your fix.

His eyes had been so bright. Just like when I first met him. I guess, if sexual energy was the most effective, then an orgasm was what was needed to reach max. I blushed at the thought, and I could practically remember his breathing next to my ear and feel his body moving against mine.

Fuck, no, calm down.

Even the thought turned me on. This was scary.

But... if his eyes had been this bright when I first met him...

I cringed. He had been under another person's hands. And recently.

I didn't like it.

"Izaya," I said softly, bending over him but not touching. I could see his face from this angle, and his eyes were open, staring at some place over by the window.

He was silent for a moment, and I thought he wasn't going to answer me. I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, turned away from him with my elbows resting on my legs. My fingers interlocked, and one of my thumbs softly brushed my hand, a nervous gesture.

This was so awkward. I really didn't know what to say, but I didn't want him ignoring me-

"Sorry," he said, and I looked back at him in surprise. He still wasn't facing me.

"Er... you don't have to be sorry. I mean, I-" I trailed off, embarrassed at my earlier actions. He finally looked back at me then, and we stared at each other for a moment, before he twisted around. He shifted until he was sideways on the bed, lying beside me, his elbows adjacent to my waist.

"Does that mean me contracting with you is still on the table?" He asked, looking up sideways. I blinked, not really expecting such a statement.

"Of course," I said confidently. That was a little... scary, but it was most definitely nothing I would take back my offer for. I still wanted to protect him.

Maybe, now, even more so.

He turned away from me and lowered his chin on his hands.

"... I don't know if I want to contract with you."

Ouch.

In all seriousness, that hurt more than I expected it to. I still wasn't trusted? What did I have to do? I wanted his acceptance so badly. I didn't even know why, but it was important!

Once again, I was left speechless. Actually, my throat felt constricted, and I swallowed uncomfortably. Then what was I supposed to do? I had to protect him! I could always open the jewelry box anyway, but after being rejected, I didn't even want to think about it.

"Oh," I finally managed, turning away from him. I knew I probably looked disappointed. I didn't want him to see.

My muscles jumped when his arms slide around my waist. He rested his head on the side of my stomach, nuzzling his face there.

"He- hey. You have enough energy to last you for days now," I said weakly, sitting back so I could place my hands behind me.

"It's not about the energy," he sighed, his warm breath tickling my side, "If I'm with you any longer than a month, I don't think I'll ever want to leave."

My heart skipped a beat, before furiously pounding against my chest. I looked down, but all I could see was the back of his head.

Damn, when I thought he didn't want to be with me, it was scary, and now I was scared that he didn't want to part with me. I didn't understand my feelings at all, and I didn't even want to decipher the words he'd just spoken.

"... after your year with me, you could contract with Tom. Then you'd be safe for another year, and I'd be there. We'd figured something out," I explained, the ideas coming to my mind as I said them. I actually quite liked them, "Hey, can you contract with the same person twice?"

"Not in a row. But yes," Izaya answered, chuckling afterward, "You're an idiot."

"Hey," I said in warning, before continuing, "Then problem solved. You can be passed back and forth."

He rolled until his head was resting in my lap, and he looked up at me with a smile.

"Sure you could stand me being around all the time?" He asked teasingly.

"I think I could manage it," I answered playfully, "... just don't rape me."

His eyes widened, and then he busted out laughing.

"Noooooo promises! Especially after that," he said, the smile almost immediately dropping from his face when he realized what he said, "Er..."

He was uncomfortable, because of the way I had reacted before, no doubt. I softly punched his side.

"Just try not to?" I asked with a smirk. The smile returned.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Hey, we can keep Shizu-chan, right?" He asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes.

"If we have to."

"You are so mean to our child!"

"If we were even capable of having a child, it would definitely not be a dog."

"I want to live in a brick house! Oh, and we have to get one of those Wiis! And one of those awesome chocolate fountains!"

I scoffed.

"Like I'm rich enough for that shit."

"You have me! I'm the ultimate bank account, don't forget!" Izaya exclaimed, giggling like a little girl. It was actually endearing. He looked so ecstatic. And why wouldn't he be; knowing he was going to have a normal life for once, "And when we get married, I want a three-layered Bavarian-cream-filled cake with lots and lots of white icing!"

I flicked him in the forehead. He just laughed.

"Please?" He asked, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight as he looked up at me, "I'll love you forever."

The smile almost slipped from my face.

A joke.

It was just a joke.

A heavy weight settled in my chest.

"You're pushing it," I mumbled. He frowned and snapped his fingers like he was anywhere close to getting me to agree.

"How about we go to the park again today? It looks like a nice day outside," Izaya said, looking toward the window.

"With your eyes glowing like that?"

"Just let me out somewhere with no people around! I'd rather be alone with you anyway."

He really needed to stop saying things that made my heart jump. I was going to have a heart attack.

"Fine, we'll go to the park again," I relented. Izaya made a happy sound, but also made no move to get off my lap. I raised an eyebrow in question after the moment had gone on too long.

"I wanna stay here for a little longer," Izaya explained, closing his eyes. I smiled, one of my hands moving forward to play with his bangs. His eyes reopened at the gesture, and I watched them move with my hand, "... you confuse me."

"Huh?" I asked, my hand halting.

"You're homophobic, yet you don't mi-"

"I am not homophobic," I quickly interrupted. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you aren't comfortable with being with a guy, but yet you're fine with one lying in your lap and you're even messing with my hair."

"I'm comfortable with it because it's you!" I said, embarrassed as soon as the words came out of my mouth, "You're a mirad. Contact makes you feel good, right?"

His eyes narrowed.

"I already told you, it's not about the energy anymore. I touch you because I want to," Izaya said, sitting up. I leaned back when he was suddenly much closer to my face, "No one has ever treated me like this, Shizuo. You're special to me."

His hand was on my cheek, his face an inch away from mine.

Shit, I couldn't deny it anymore. This was not just about energy. Not for him... or me.

I was wrong earlier.

Something had definitely changed.

There was just one thing I wanted to make sure of.

"Is it possible to wish for the energy transfer to be completely cut off? Where I don't feel all warm?" I asked. He seemed surprised, and a little agitated, at the question, pulling back from me.

"Why?" He asked exasperatingly. I winced at his frustrated expression.

"Izaya," I whispered, taking his chin in one hand. He turned back to me, surprised, "Please just do it."

Looking skeptical, he stared at me, and I suddenly felt the warmth cut off. I was still touching him, but my skin wasn't tingling, and my muscles weren't turning to goo.

Taking a shaky breath, I guided his chin closer, and sealed my lips over his own. There was a muffled noise of surprise. I worked gently along his lips, and soon got an eager response. I felt his hands slide up and into my hair as the kiss deepened and turned more passionate. Pulling back was difficult, with Izaya grasping on to my lip and nibbling. I started laughing after the third time trying to pull back. He just kept moving forward, seeking my lips again.

"Calm down," I chuckled.

"But-" He tried, pouting.

"Stop being adorable," I said, and his eyes widened, "Looks like I get the same feeling without that fuzzy bullshit."

I didn't even know how it was possible, but his eyes widened even more.

"Shizuo?" He whispered questioningly.

"Well... I can't say I'm completely comfortable. But... you're special to me too, so uh..." I trailed off, face burning.

The smile he gave me was brighter than his eyes.

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Shizuo accepted it, finally! Whee~! This chapter gave me a sweet tooth. Seriously, the fluff.

Btw, Bavarian cream-filled cake? THE MOST F-ING AWESOME CAKE THIS WORLD HAS EVER KNOOOOOOOOOWN.

P.S. - Imagining Shizuo trying to pull away from a kiss and Izaya not letting him just made me "Kyaaa!" in my mind XD