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

"Shizu-chan, no!"

Izaya yelled as I watched the little scoundrel break away from his leash and go soaring through the bushes after a squirrel.

"Don't teleport," I warned, nodding to the people around. Izaya groaned and went running in the brush after Shizu-chan. I chuckled, stuffing my hands in my pockets and waiting. After about a minute, Izaya reemerged, covered with leaves and twigs and looking thoroughly disgruntled.

I laughed as he approached me with the dog in his arms, and I reached up to grab a twig from his hair.

"You humans have it rough," he remarked, carefully clasping Shizu-chan's leash to his collar again, muttering something about 'flimsy things.'

We were now in the park, as promised. Wishing Izaya some dark sunglasses hid his glowing eyes, and didn't look the least bit suspicious on such a sunny day.

"Well excuse us for not being genies," I replied, purposefully using the name. He glowered at me as he set Shizu-chan down, but took my hand in his own when he started walking.

Our fingers interlocked.

His palm was warm against my own. I couldn't help but glance around whenever we'd come across others. Why I had suddenly become self-conscious of what others thought was beyond me, but I didn't pull away.

"Hey, it's our fountain!" Izaya said with a smirk, gesturing to the fountain we had fallen in days before.

"You say that like it's something to be happy about," I said with a frown, remembering being pulled into the water.

"But it is! How could I forget that awesome squeak you made?" Izaya asked as we walked up to it. I scowled as he let go of my hand and tied Shizu-chan's leash to one of the stone statues nearby, "No more squirrels for you."

"Can I wish your memory to be erased?" I asked, and he laughed, stepping up onto the edge of the fountain, arms straight out like he was balancing himself, though the ledge was plenty big enough.

"I've never had that wish. But I think I could do it," Izaya responded, walking his way around the fountain. I followed on the ground, suddenly nervous.

"Hey, you know I was joking around, right?"

Izaya stopped walking and lowered his hands, giving me a grin.

"I know. And I wouldn't listen to you anyway," he said, defiant. He reached out his hands to me and stood there, expectant. I moved closer, taking hold of both of his waiting hands. He pushed all his weight on me, bending over, "But you better be careful what you wish for when you're my contractor."

"You better not piss me off when I'm your contractor," I replied jokingly. We both knew it was an empty threat.

"Me? But I'm sugary sweet all the time!" Izaya claimed, looking offended. I snorted.

"Look, we have a comedian," I muttered, trying to fight a smile. Izaya chuckled and leaned forward, lightly kissing at my lips. I moved closer so he had better balance, and returned the kiss. I was a little irked at the sunglasses now, as they pressed against my face.

The cell phone in my pocket went off. Izaya huffed, nipping at my bottom lip before pulling away. I sent him an apologetic smile and pulled out my phone.

My eyes widened when I saw the caller ID.

"Tom?" I asked anxiously, holding the phone up to my ear.

"Hey, jeez, it feels good to hear a familiar voice. Hospitals are boring," Tom complained, and I smiled.

"They let you call someone so soon?"

"Yeah, but just a phone call. I've been trying to make them let me go, but they keep insisting I stay in the hospital."

"Don't even think about getting out of there until you're fully recovered," I warned, sitting on the edge of the fountain, "How bad are you?"

"Ah, my nose hurts like hell. They apparently broke it. Otherwise, mainly just bruises. My head hitting the pavement is what caused the black-out. But they say there's no head trauma, thank goodness."

I gripped the phone.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," I muttered.

"No need for you to be sorry. I was the stupid one for not finding a replacement bodyguard."

"... replacement?"

Tom laughed.

"Temporary replacement, sorry," Tom said mirthfully, and I breathed a sigh of relief, "Speaking of you not being here, how are things going with you?"

"As good as they can be, I guess," I answered, suddenly aware of Izaya's presence behind me.

"That's good to hear. How long has it been? I've lost all track of time in this hospital."

I opened my mouth to answer, but sucked in a breath of air instead. Izaya's fingers had been placed on my shoulders, and with his face nuzzling the side of my neck, he grazed his teeth over my earlobe.

"I- Izaya!" I hissed away from the phone, before answering, "It's been thirteen days since I met him."

"And are you ever going to tell me how you met him, by the way?" Tom inquired, and I tried my hardest to concentrate on the conversation when Izaya's tongue was tracing my ear.

"Yeah... I will... but not unil- Izaya!" I hissed again, when he shocked me by shoving his tongue into my ear. He pulled back, laughing.

"Oh, he's there right now?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, he's here," I answered, feeling Izaya start leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, "Ugh, you know what? Can I call you back later?"

"Sure. Just... seriously, call me back. I'm going to die of boredom."

I chuckled.

"Alright, bye," I said, pressing the off button and placing it on the ledge before turning to glare at Izaya, "The heck is with you?"

"I'm jealous," he pouted, burying his face into my neck. A smile twitched at the edge of my mouth.

"Well you have no reason to be jealous. And I will be calling him back tonight, with no interruptions," I said pointedly. Izaya made an indistinguishable, disapproving noise. I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the forehead. Then I noticed his sunglasses were off, "And put those back on, idiot."

He did as he was told, shifting his legs over the side of the ledge and leaning on me.

"Thirteen days, huh? Almost two weeks," Izaya conversed, his mouth forming a little 'o', "I turned you gay in less than two weeks, ha!"

"Ha ha. I'm not gay," I rebutted awkwardly, "... it's just you."

"And I'm a guy. Which means you're gay," Izaya said smirking.

"You're a mirad. So I must be... mirad-sexual... or something..."

Izaya busted out laughing. He literally slumped over, holding his stomach as he laughed his heart out.

"Oh... oh gosh... I don't even..." he tried, shaking his head back and forth, "Why the heck are you just so against being gay?"

"I've been alive twenty-three years liking women, that's why," I mumbled, to which he rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Does it really even matter? Come on, if it feels right, it feels right! Who cares if it's a penis or a vagina!"

I gawked.

"... you're so crass," I said, wrinkling my nose.

"But you liiiiiike me!" He sung, leaping up from his position and practically skipping over to Shizu-chan. So much like a child.

But it was cute.

And I did like him, damn it.

We didn't stay long after that. Shizu-chan was absolutely restless, wanting to chase everything that moved, and I think it was the first time I saw even Izaya a little annoyed at his antics. Then again, the dog had made him run through bushes and brush to snag him. Serves him right. Now maybe he'll think twice before thinking Shizu-chan was nothing but a darling little puppy!

Thankfully, when we got back to the room, he was panting and looking worn out.

I decided to close the blinds, blocking out the setting sun. Izaya set his sunglasses down on the nightstand, and grabbed a hold of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and flinging it off him. Jeez, his skin was like porcelain. It looked like he hadn't seen a day of sun in his life. I wondered if all mirads possessed that trait?

"Staring at me is like asking to get jumped," Izaya spoke, startling me. My eyes flashed up to his.

"I wasn't..." I trailed off, embarrassed, "Can you even get a tan?"

He looked surprised, and looked down at himself.

"I have no idea. You like tans?"

"It's not a matter of liking them. I was just wondering because your skin is so white."

He sighed dramatically, flinging himself down on the bed.

"And here I thought you were checking me out," Izaya said with a grin, staring up at the ceiling, "But you wouldn't do that 'cause you aren't gay! But, oh! You're mirad-sexual! Maybe you could!"

I growled, and pounced threateningly. I actually had to stop myself from almost seriously strangling him when he didn't disappear from underneath me.

"What the hell? I thought you would teleport?" I asked, looking down at him. He smiled cheekily, reaching up to wrap his arms around my shoulders.

"Maybe I'm just not afraid of you anymore," Izaya said, matter-of-fact. I blinked, letting the words sink in. Was I too hopeful in assuming or was I over analyzing the underlying meaning to them? Trust, acceptance, caring. His voice grew into a purr, "And really, how could I miss the opportunity to have you on top of me?"

For once, I wasn't even embarrassed.

I was just happy to be in this moment with him.

So happy, in fact, that a daringly playful mood settled over me. I took the side of his face in my hand, my fingertips brushing against his soft raven hair and my thumb sweeping back and forth slowly over his cheek. His own playful smirk was slowly dying as he stared at me.

"Well I think I like this position," I whispered. His lips parted, and his eyes darted from one of my eyes to the other.

"... Shizuo, I will not be responsible for my actions if you don't get off me in the next ten seconds," Izaya murmured, the arms around my shoulders lax, giving me the option of getting up. I paused, a ball of nervousness deep within my gut. But at the same time, the hidden promise behind those words excited me.

Only for him.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

Shizuo, you promised to call Tom, how dare you!

Heh heh. Izaya's too distracting :D

My gosh, guys, thank you so much for the incredible response to the last chapter!

Megumi Inoue: The energy transfer happens pretty much every time they touch XD It's not really a specific thing. But, depending on what kind of contact it is, the amount of energy differs~

Lucrecia84: You are correct! Though this was never explained in the story, I think of it like... they freeze themselves in time in the jewelry box. So nothing changes during their time in there, including their amount of energy. If they had a lot of energy when they went in the jewelry box, no matter how much time passes while they are in there, they will have that same amount of energy when they come out. Of course, since Izaya never mentioned it, Shizuo doesn't know this, which is why Shizuo automatically assumed that because Izaya's eyes were extremely bright when he met him, that sexual acts must have been done recently. Not saying that they weren't, cough. But. :D

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