25TH OF DECEMBER (Please read the following Author's note)

Nope, I'm not crazy. That's the date I uploaded and published this chapter, believe me or not. Of course, I don't have any proof of it, I don't taking screen shots each second of my life on my computer, but I swear on everything that is worth it that I did. I meant it as a Christmas present but it seems FF had other plans.

The thing is, I never noticed it hadn't been published. I kept getting Story Alerts on my inbox from time to time and I thought it was strange, but I sometimes make that mistake, adding a completed fic to story alert instead of clicking on 'Author Alert' or 'Add to my favourite list'.

A few days ago, however, Night13 story-alerted my fic. And I was seriously puzzled with it, so I checked. Nope, no 5th and last chapter on my fic up. I was... well, quite angry to say the least, but I felt guilty too, because I made everyone wait such a long time, so I wanted to apologize with this A/N.

I'M VERY SORRY! T_T

I know that some of you might not remember the previous chapters and I know how it sucks having to re-read it everything again, so I'm leaving a little extract from the end of the last chapter to make it easier? Hope it helps at least.

So... enjoy?

Disclaimer: At the beginning of the fic.

Warnings:

- M rated (at last! haha). Izuo pairing = Izaya x Shizuo in that order, like I've been saying since first chapter.

- Unbeta-ed, sorry for my mistakes and awkward English. As you can probably see in this chapter, I'm not fan of writing dialogues because they sound very fake (and cheesy)

4th chapter summary:

He finally came up to the former bartender and wound his arms around his middle slowly, even tenderly, as he pulled him down from the collapsing ledge to the security of the still stable rooftop. The other had yet to spoke or make a move, but as Izaya started to withdraw his hands from his wide and strong back, Shizuo lifted his own and grabbed a fistful of the other furred-lined jacket in a desperate attempt to get a hold of a solid anchor that wouldn't let him get lost. He slumped against the smaller body, nestling his head in the crook of a pale neck, but soon the weight was too much for the wiry body and both men stumbled to the ground.

Izaya looked down onto the unbelievable soft mop of bleached hair and internally scoffed. Just like a little pathetic drama, Shizu-chan was only missing the pouring rain to make it even more dramatic. He smirked and sighed, albeit with difficulty from the weight on top of his chest. Or was it from the funny feeling that had settled inside of it? It felt like happiness somehow, but he knew it wasn't from having saved the man. He realized it was because the new situation he found themselves in had given him the upper hand, a more favorable, superior stance over the brute, a more dominating one, and that made him felt as giddy inside as a kid with a new toy for Christmas.

(After Shinra checked Shizuo over, Izaya brought him to his place in Shinjuku)

SKY

Fifth Cloud

When Shizuo opened his eyes, dim evening light greeted him from a big window on his left, together with the uncomfortable feeling of not being where he belonged. Fortunately he was still dressed in his usual attire. He rose up from a bed that was definitely not his own, as he did not recognize its beige and burgundy covers, and a massive wave of nausea hit him, almost making him fall back down onto the mattress. He felt weak, feverishly so, though his temperature seemed to be his usual one: just one, two degrees above the average, and really thirsty. For this, and being in a strange house where he didn't know the way to the kitchen as he was, he decided to take a trip to the bathroom. He'd had to find it first too tough, but usually bathrooms were near the main rooms… right?

After checking the spacious creamy room with a few pieces of cherry wood furniture spread here and there in search of an adjacent bathroom to no avail, he headed towards the only visible door on the right side of the bedroom next to a chest of drawers, trudging across the soft off-white carpet. The door led him to a rather long hallway with one more door on its right side, some stairs at the end of it and minimalistic decorations such as some landscapes hung on the walls and a high round table with an expensive looking vase on top. Deeming the door the only possibility left for a bathroom, he was about to pull the handle when someone clad in black appeared from the stairs.

"IIII-ZAAAA-YAAAA-KUUUUN!"

Enraged as a conditioned response from looking at the other man's face for so many years of rivalry, he instinctively reached for something to throw at the man: The innocent vase (but of course), aiming at the brunette's head and failing as the other dodged, no surprise there; it only helped to make the blond man even more angry tough. However, the whole swinging of the vase and his body around stopped him from also grabbing the high table and hurling it in the other's direction as he lost his balance and had to lean against the wall.

"Ara, ara~, how unsightly of you Shizu-chan, and you didn't even thank your savior for all he's done for you… And that vase was quite an antique!"- Izaya tsk-ed while slowly shaking his head disapprovingly in a 'you're hopeless' fashion. Still, it was short lived. - "From that surprised face you got there I'm going to take a chance and ask… you don't remember anything?"

He received a scowling nod as an answer. Izaya just deadpanned. You must be kidding me…

"Everything's a blur. Lights, sounds, frenetic movements, black, red, blue…" -the blonde looked lost and even pitiful for a moment. - "Whatever! It's none of your business anyway! I was going to grab some water and I'm out of here!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'll get you some water, princess, so just use the bathroom on your right if you need to for now and get back to the room later. Don't want your dangerous and destructive entity roaming around my home or near my expensive possessions. And Celty has threatened me enough as to not let you wandering the streets from Shinjuku to Ikebukuro either, so we'll both have to bear with it for now."

The brunette went back down the stairs while Shizuo decided against going after him to strangle the man for the 'princess' comment in favor of relieving his bladder and washing his face in the black marble bathroom. He gripped the sides of the dark basin with increasing strength as he looked at himself in the eye in the mirror, hazel pools widening while blonde, disheveled locks framed his face with droplets falling from them, and scenes from the previous days flashed through his mind's eye, now clearer.

Unsightly indeed, flea. But the most accurate word is embarrassing. DAMN! W-whoa! He sheepishly let go of the marble block when rock crumbs started falling from under his fingers.

He absently made his way back to the smaller man's bedroom on auto-pilot, blank face in place the whole time until he stopped in the threshold, right in front of the window on the other side of the room. He forewent his initial idea of sitting on the bed, slowly stepping up to the glass where the dim evening light from before was giving away to a purple and navy blue sky and orange artificial lighting from the city on its wake instead.

"Night, huh? How long have I-"

"Almost two days."

Slowly, he slightly turned his head glancing through his bangs in the door's direction where his long-time nemesis was leaning against the frame with a glass of water in one hand, the other pocketed. With a sigh, he returned to gazing out of the window.

"You're doing it again."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." – Izaya said scowling and stepped into the room, setting the glass on one of the nightstands and letting himself flump with his eyes closed on the side of the bed that hadn't been used. Shizuo, strangely enough, approached the other side of the bed silently and took a seat where he had been sleeping on, back to the other man. The silence continued for a long time, each to their musings, until the blonde muttered a soft '…Thanks, I guess…'.

Without opening his eyes, Izaya smirked creepily slow, rejoicing in the action, unseen by the other. Two pale hands followed by their corresponding arms sneaked around the bartender's neck, making him flinch and freeze even when hot breath fanned over his ear and part of the skin under it, black locks rubbing against his own fake golden ones.

"Surely you don't think some 'thanks' is going to compensate for the trouble you caused me and the vase you just broke, right?" – The Devil's personification whispered in a velvety voice right into his ear.

"I'll pay for it, you damn flea." – Shizuo snarled in response, not making a move to get out of the raven's hold and feeling kind of trapped. Which was just ridiculous in his opinion.

Izaya let go though, only to grab the bartender's shoulders and suddenly push him down on the bed and making him look up at him upsidedown. "You are going to pay for it? You, the one man on all Ikebukuro that owes the city for all you've broken more than all your clients-or rather work victims- put together? Really? Don't. Make me. Laugh." – The brunette was now a few inches from Shizuo's face, speaking with a king's insolence and superiority, the tone of his voice piercing, acidic; the smirk on his face teasing, taunting, almost cruel.

"Shut up, flea"- The blonde whispered.

"Why, Shizu-chan, does hearing the truth hurt?"

"Shut up."

"Does remembering how you got to this point burn inside, Shizu-chan?"

"Shut up." – He growled.

"Does knowing you're at fault, that you're such a monster , upset you, Shiz-" "SHUT UP IZAYA!"

The information broker didn't even look surprised, the sneer almost tearing his face in two, satisfied with having left the blonde panting. He slowly dipped down and bit the bigger man's jawline, sinking his upper teeth on the soft skin under the other's chin. Shizuo made a garbled sound, surprised. The thin man slid down his neck, nipping and licking at the column of warm flesh, one hand on bleached soft locks, the other loosening his bowtie and sliding over the fabric of the white shirt, popping its first button. He kept going, creeping under the shirt to a well defined pectoral and caressing a growing nub between two of his fingers, coaxing a growl and an arching movement from the one below him. Dislodging from the blonde's neck, he made eye contact with the whiskey pools. - "Ne, Shizu-chan… do you want to repay me? Do you want to be the broken one for once?" – He dipped down again, this time to the snarling lips in front of him, when the shrill ringing of a phone downstairs made the both of them slightly jump. However, the brunette made no movement to give up his position. If it's important, they'll call aga-

The phone had stopped mid-ring and the muffled sounds of a one-sided conversation on the floor below drifted to his keen ears.

"Damn! I forgot!" The information broker snarled and promptly jumped off the bed towards the door and downstairs, leaving a dazed ex-bartender lying on his wide bed staring at the ceiling. Shizuo heard but didn't listen. Something like 'Namieeee-chaaan, you're done for today~! Get. Out.' reached him but the drowning blankness on his mind sucked the sense out of the words. The only thing on his canvas-white mind was a black bold sentence, circling endlessly. Izaya's last sentence before the ringing of the phone.

Do you want to be the broken one for once? Do you want to be the broken one for once? ? …the broken one…? …broken…?

The broken one? Can I break? Can this body actually crumble down, rust away, be torn apart?

"Are, Shizu-chan? You're still there? I'm flattered~"

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Izaya's teasing voice finally made the blonde snap out of it, and with a start he sat up, actually looking slightly scared of the looming man on the threshold. Shadowed by the light on the hall at his back and without the natural light of the ending day from the window in front, Orihara Izaya really could have passed as one of Satan's spawn, his luminescent murky-red eyes only adding to the effect. As the devil approached, he recoiled until he bumped on the stylish cherry headboard of the bed. Izaya just chuckled and prowled on top of the bed with his characteristic feline agility until he was in front of the other, leaning in to whisper hotly at his ear.

"Shizu-chan, just entrust the little control you have over yourself to me."

He bit the lobe and slid down the neck and collarbone towards the other's chest, alternating between harsh and light nipping and sucking, reaching at the same time for the shirt buttons that had been left unbuttoned before, slowly expanding the area of skin available for his mouth. Lifting his eyes, he saw Shizuo biting his fist with his eyes tightly closed and furrowed brows. That won't do…

His mouth slid over towards the nipple he had caressed earlier, tonguing the sensitive skin, while his right hand reached up to the other, rolling it between his fingers. The left hand grabbed Shizuo's fist from his mouth and pinned it to the headboard, finding little resistance to the movement. He got a chain of arousing growls from the blonde beast, followed by a slight whimper after an especially harsh bite on the pinkish nub.

Continuing his descent, he rounded his navel with his tongue, letting his right hand nails leave angry red marks on their wake through firm abs, circling around the debt collector's sharp hip and suddenly plunging it on the black trousers, squeezing the taut boxer-covered muscle under them. Shizuo arched upwards onto him, throwing his free hand at the smaller man's dark locks and anchoring it there. Izaya took advantage of the movement to expertly undo the button located at his groin area and followed the descent on the body under him to unzip the trousers after catching the zipper between his teeth.

He straightened up, peering at Shizuo's sweaty and messy appearance with a smirk, before grabbing his trousers at the ankles and roughly pulling to take them off, making Shizuo slide downwards along the covers on the process until his head hit the plush mattress. Crawling over him, with one knee on each side of his waist, he kept on ravaging the muscled body under him, laving, sucking, scraping teeth and nails over the slightly tanned skin, making small bloody trails here and there, obtaining gasps and cute snarls he never would have associated with the fake blonde until that day, while his other hand dove under the light blue boxers to grip the hardness there and starting to stroke it with little care. The larger man's body arched yet again, muscles tensing and spasming. Shizuo opened his mouth in a silent moan and kept on panting. The hand that wasn't on Izaya's head had taken hold long ago on the sheet underneath, but Izaya could actually hear slight tearing sounds announcing its near future. Doesn't matter. Smirking still, he decided he wanted those torn sheets as a trophy so he dipped down and took Shizuo's length in his mouth. This time, he did get an audible moan. It rumbled on the other's chest and seemed to echo on the room from the fortissimo's deep voice, making a shiver run down along the brunette's back.

He wasn't very gentle. He hadn't been from the start. But he wasn't on his cruelest game either. He was just being rough, but he knew the blonde could handle it too. And what was most important, Shizuo needed it, even if he didn't know that. He left his sharp teeth drag along Shizuo's length once in a while, circling the girth and doing wonders with a tongue that would put a snake's to shame. One hand steadying Shizuo's thrusting hips and the other grabbing a handful of the other's butt cheek, he deep-throated him and swallowed around his cock. Not a really easy task, since the ex-bartender was quite well endowed, but he managed either way. The hand fisting his hair grew tighter and he almost couldn't hold down the moving hips anymore so, with a final swallow, he trailed his tongue up the length and plunged the sharp end at the sensitive tip of the other's prick, hearing the definite tearing sound of his sheets while Shizuo moaned and screamed a curse, unloading on Izaya's awaiting mouth.

The information broker didn't think, even for a second, to swallow the load. Instead, while he watched the fake blonde lay still with an arm thrown over his eyes between gasps and pants, basking in the afterglow he surely had never experienced before, he inclined his head down, letting the disgusting substance slid from his mouth onto the palm of his hand. Unbuttoning his own pants with the other hand and taking out his prick for relieving purposes, he slid the hand with the white substance towards Shizuo's entrance while grabbing one of his legs behind the knee to make more space for him to settle in between. He thrust his middle finger inside the other without warning, expecting the tensing of the tired body and the grunt of surprise, discomfort and slight pain. Shizuo whipped his head up, using both of his elbows to rise, searching the face of the grinning devil with wide eyes. Before he could even protest, the finger started moving in and out of him, producing a faint burn that only escalated as more fingers were added, twirling and prodding in a place that wasn't meant for them. Shizuo twitched, uncomfortable, and groaned, attempting to recoil once again against the headboard, but was held in place by the hovering man over him. Suddenly, a sharp feeling traveling all over his spine and expanding a renewed pool of heat in his abdomen made him throw his head backwards with a surprised yelp, while the brunette chuckled at him and prodded the same spot a few more times, getting a different pleasured sound each time and a renewed erection from Shizuo before taking out his fingers from the tight heat and leaving him, the fortissimo of Ikebukuro, weak.

Shizuo allowed a sigh of relief to escape his mouth, but the feeling of discomfort didn't disappear. He just wasn't sure if it came from the slight burn the sharp nailed fingers had left in his tender inside or from the loss of those same appendages. His head was a mess, thoughts came and went without him being able to control them, to retain them, unable to follow a single train of thought. Color splotches blurred the mind-words and when he opened his eyes, the darkened room seemed to rock like a ship. However, he was the calmest he had ever been since his mom last held him during his last breakdown in the hospital, wallowing in self-pity and hate after having hurt the precious onee-san from the shop. From them on, living a life measuring each of his movements wore him down, only adding to his short temper, becoming even more irritable. An unconscious gesture like patting someone in the back, bopping someone playfully on the head or even handshaking could have a horrible ending if he wasn't careful. His only peaceful moments had come by the hand of his caring, ever-silent little brother and his patient senpai. But the mental restraints were still there, growing from the back of his mind to wrap around his whole body until an unfortunate soul cut him free once again, making him fight to restore them afterwards.

And yet, the only times where he could be really free, without restraint, without worries of harming another was ironically with the less human person he had ever met, the parasite that provoked itches and aches on whoever he entered in contact with, swiftly jumping from one to another, even causing some of them death from his dirty mouth. Yes, a lot of people saw him as a brainless brute, but he was quite proud of the 'nickname' he had given that person. Really, flea couldn't fit him better. And this flea, Izaya Orihara, who claimed to love every human and still hurt them, was the only one he hadn't managed to badly harm, always dancing on the edges of his reach and now, disassembling him from inside out.

The same man that inched forward between his spread legs and thrust inside him in one motion without a second thought, maniacal and possessive grin on his pale face. Shizuo gritted his teeth in pain and grabbed one of the thin shoulders still clad on the other's typical black shirt. Undeterred, Izaya almost didn't give him the time to adjust before he was moving again, slowly building a much quicker and not-so-gentle pace that left the blonde winded, only managing a few grunts whimpers and curses, arching against the bed from time to time when the brunette was feeling kind enough as to share part of the pleasure by nailing the bleached blonde's prostate. The thrusting became erratic after a while and, sparing a hand to the other's straining length and with their very first kiss, aggressively plunging into the debt collector's mouth and caressing with his tongue every part he could reach and swallowing the sounds rumbling on his throat, he brought the both of them to completion, making his dear Shizu-chan clench deliciously around him while he screamed and passed out from the exertion and his light fever.

The information broker slowly extracted himself from the limp body, smirking. That had been two types of pleasures: the obvious, physical one, and the one derived from the taming, possession and control over the unique entity that had messed up so many of his plans and even some parts of his body with bruises. The entity that, in spite of this, he couldn't leave alone nor get too far away from, as if he were a magnet.

In a rare tender gesture, he brushed some of the blonde locks away from the manly face, slightly caressing his cheek. After covering the now shivering body so his health wouldn't deteriorate even more, resulting in Shinra and Celty going after him for it, he headed towards the bathroom for a shower and a wet cloth to wipe the other down afterwards. He honestly didn't know how their relationship -if they ever had something that could be called that- would change, or if it'd change at all after that night, but he found himself not caring a bit.

Surely, it couldn't turn for the worse. It was practically impossible. He didn't expect it to turn better, but the relieving act –both physically and mentally for both- would probably come a second or even third time. Probably more. But they would still chase the other until the point of exhaustion. Izaya would taunt, manipulate, poison, laugh and hurt anyone and everyone. Shizuo would snap, fight, destroy, laugh and hurt too with his inhuman strength. Ikebukuro's final fall, if ever, would surely come by the hand of one of the two, if not by the both of them. Izaya would still love his dear humans and Shizuo would still smoke while looking towards the sky above him.

FIN

Bonus (to compensate) :

Riiiiiiiiing Riiiiiiiiing Riiiiii-

"Yes? [...] Ah, Shizu-chan's baby brother? Yes, of course I found him, who do you think you're talking to? [...] What, Shinra called you? Then why are you asking? [...] Oh~, so he told you I was taking care of him too~ I suppose I'd have my doubts too then, hah! [...] Payment? Ahhh, true, we had a deal, didn't we? Hm~, tell you what, I don't need it. [...] Why? Heh, let's say I've collected an advanced payment from him already. [...] Have I done anything? Dunno what you're talking about~ Bye bye, Shizu-chan's baby brother~. Be sure to lose my number somewhere by the way."

He hung up on the middle of Kasuka's inquiring and worried short questions without remorse, a smirk so wide on his face even Namie scrambled out of the office to 're-arrange some books'.

Eto... well, hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for all the troubles I've given you through my own fic. Thanks for putting up with me, for reading this fic, for alerting it and for favouriting it the ones who did. Really, thank you.

I send my belated 'Happy Christmas!' wishes to you all, hahaha.

Gusi~ (=^w^=)