Recap:

…Izaya dragging the blanket over, threw his body unceremoniously onto Shizuo, who, for the wonders of the universe, wasn't holding the mug of hot chocolate.

"W-Whoa!"Shizuo exclaimed when Izaya, on top of the half-tackle, tangled his legs around his, hands wandering over his body, rubbing fabric and skin and finally settling securely around his torso. Izaya buried his face in Shizuo's chest and drifted to sleep in mere seconds.

To say that Shizuo was shocked was an understatement.

The silence only made the scene look more out of place. Only the misfortunate rain provided a little comfort for Shizuo, who was still fully awake. Shizuo could only stare at the thing on top of him.

'Dammit, what am I doing?' Though he asked that in his head, his hands were already traveling down, fingertips already seeking soft flesh.

•Undone emotions•

Pig, Shizuo thought with light spirit. I'm a pig. His hands idly fondled Izaya's thighs, while his eyes darted to the raven's face, the gap between their bodies closing with every second that passed. Your body is moving on its own, it's just a natural reaction, a part of his mind tried to excuse him. It was no use; Shizuo had stopped hearing that microscopic, languid voice a long time ago in order to listen to a much more powerful voice that screamed, Touch him! Get more! Kiss him! Start! Make him yours! Steal his breath!

It was so quiet inside the apartment. It was so noisy inside their heads. They were back to it, even though it was made by common consent, approved by both parties, Shizuo couldn't help but think, I'm a dirty pig, as his body pinned the smaller down, taking his lips, his skin, his breath, and his will to fight back.

This started a few hours ago… but everything started a few weeks ago…

•••••

Shizuo stared and stared. And stared some more. The stare was so solemn and equally bewildered, solely focused on Izaya, who was on top of him. Only recently had Shizuo had the privilege to see other faces and habits of the raven-haired man closely. Though, he wasn't so sure if it was okay in the first place, because Shizuo didn't know if the increasing rate of his heartbeat was a good or bad thing. Setting that aside, Shizuo was undecided as to what to do.

Only a few minutes had passed since Izaya had launched at him, but Shizuo's mind had stormed with so many thoughts about the situation he was in that his brain had been, officially, liquefied. Shizuo trailed his gaze to Izaya's face. At some point during Shizuo's scrutiny, his left hand began to stroke Izaya's hair. 'It's soft,' he thought. His fingertips were traveling across smoothness until one of his fingers grazed an imperfection.

On Izaya's forehead, a small scar was hidden by the disheveled hair. It was the scar Kadota had talked about the other time. With a slight frown, Shizuo brushed away the hair. He remembered it, too, that time on the school's rooftop. It wasn't a pleasant memory. The blood, the limp bodies, Kadota's angry face... How many scars could Izaya have on his body? With such thoughts, Shizuo planned a mission of recognition over Izaya's body when the realization hit him hard.

First of all, Shizuo finally realized that Izaya was wearing one of his shirts. An overly big, white shirt. A loose, sinful shirt. The baggy shirt probably reached the middle of Izaya's thighs. But once again, another revelation occurred. Was Izaya wearing something down there too, or not? Shizuo gulped, but like a brave warrior, he lifted the sheet, with what kind of purpose? Warriors do not need to ponder about meaningless details!

Shizuo's boxers were peeking out under the white shirt, and above Izaya's skin, it seemed that the teddy bears were smirking. Should Shizuo be relieved or be disappointed? Shizuo couldn't decide yet.

Izaya shifted, complaining lightly. Shizuo was only able to stare in silence as Izaya's body rubbed against him. Shizuo was only able to stay still as Izaya climbed sluggishly over him with drowsy eyes. Shizuo was only able to hug back as Izaya wrapped his arm around his neck and buried his nose in the crook of it.

Shizuo's face was burning.

•••••

This was invading their beings like a disease…

"Hey, you okay?" Shizuo asked with concern, a frown marring his features.

Izaya was silent, his head lightly dangling forward; he wasn't able to get rid of his sleepiness entirely. Izaya tried to focus his sight, but he wasn't looking at anything in particular, so he decided to look at his hands, which were placed on a blue fabric. Izaya narrowed his gaze. He knew that waistcoat. Trailing his eyes upward, he saw a loose necktie. Izaya was about to reach a conclusion when his head was jerked up. Shizuo's eyes pierced Izaya's soul with one look.

"I asked if you're okay." Shizuo wore a stern gaze. "So?" A few moments before, Izaya had all of a sudden begun to move restlessly, and soon after he'd woken, pushing his body up from Shizuo harshly.

Izaya was still surprised and slightly confused. A couple of seconds after, Izaya tried to remove Shizuo's hands from his face, with not so much success, and scowled, rather cutely, at Shizuo.

"So?" Shizuo asked again, not without that touch of amusement in his tone.

Izaya's scowl deepened, and almost threatened to become a pout, but only to Shizuo's eyes… apparently.

"I'm fine," Izaya finally spoke through clenched teeth. "Let go."

"No," was Shizuo's flat answer.

"Excuse me?" Izaya couldn't help but feel a bit shocked. "It's my face."

"So?" Shizuo's amusement was growing.

However, Izaya, instead of shouting a few well deserved insults, stared at Shizuo's face inquisitively.

"Detach your appendages from my face, now."

"I don't wanna."

"…" Izaya sighed and−

"Ow!"

−Tugged Shizuo's hair with both of his hands. Hard.

"Hey! Sthmph!"Shizuo couldn't even complain, as Izaya bound his lips with his. In a flash Izaya pulled Shizuo closer, invading his mouth with his tongue, his body pressing in a different way against Shizuo. The intruder in Shizuo's mouth licked his inner lip, and his teeth nipped it lightly, sending shivers down Shizuo's spine. At some point, their hands were roaming everywhere. At some point, they gasped for air. At some point, they become one again.

This was invading their beings like a disease… it was pandemic.

•••••

[I didn't expect you to call so soon.]

"I need to overstep this sickening depressing stage. I won't play the victim again."

[That's your way of saying that you don't want to lose any more control, am I right? You don't need to answer that. Certainly, by doing what I say you'll be in charge again. However, I haven't said that it's easy to reach that phase, Orihara-san.]

"I haven't expected anything less, Tsu-chan…"

[You are angry, I see. You can punch me if you want.]

"I'd prefer to carve you up and let you bathe in acid~."

[That can't be.]

"I'll take the offer, then."

[By the way, where are you at this hour ? It's past midnight.]

"Nowhere."

[…You saw something again, didn't you?]

"…"

[Tell me where you are, I'll go right now.]

"I don't need-"

[Stop being so stubborn.]

"…Ikebukuro's park… and I didn't see something… I dreamed about it…"

•••••

Izaya found himself floating in dark ink. The liquid was staining his pale skin. He wanted to swim and reach the shore, but his strength was drained. He was just floating aimlessly through the black sea of nothingness. Izaya was feeling oddly resigned. Certainty had turned its back to him and Chance was playing with his fate. Was there someone to blame? Oh, yeah, there were many fools to blame, but he really didn't care about the past.

"I just want to love… humans again…" Izaya spoke to no one in particular. He raised his hand with an enormous effort and looked at it with an empty gaze. "But I'm not a human anymore."

He didn't sigh, he didn't scream, he didn't get angry or sad. Izaya just stared at his right hand.

"Oh, hey, you shaped-person," a voice said from behind him. But Izaya didn't attempt to turn around. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice when his body was pulled to the shore.

"Heeeyyyy," the voice spoke again, "are you dead?"

Izaya didn't answer.

"Your hand must be pretty cool, huh." The voice was getting exasperating, for some reason. "I know how you feel; I love my tongue, it's my pride, it's the reddest tongue you would ever see, wanna see?"

Izaya frowned. The first reaction in who knows how long.

"Though, I'm also in love with my eyes. The reddest eyes you would ever see in your life. I've been told that that's how the depths of hell look like, wanna see?"

Izaya rolled over to his right and looked at the crouched man.

"But you know, the thing I love the most in me is my heart. The blackest thing you would ever see in any life," the man smiled. "Wanna see?" Out of nowhere, the man pulled out a knife, ready to tear open his chest.

"Who are you?" Izaya asked, successfully stopping the man's actions. "Are you another one of my hallucinations? Or one of those bastard's friends?" Izaya didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the knife, or the rarity called man in front of him.

"I don't know who this bastard you're talking about is, but you really are something! You didn't freak out for everything I've told you! And I'm- MY GOD!" The man exclaimed, "You're hurt!" He pointed at Izaya's chest.

"Huh?" Izaya looked at his chest, but there wasn't anything. "I'm not hurt."

"Yes, you are. You're hurt. There, a bit above your heart. The love is leaking out. Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohh, but wait, it seems to be getting repaired, oh, no, no, no, wait. Never mind, I got confused, I need a new pair of spectacles. With my age, a rage-leaking is the same as a love-leaking." The man sighed lightly. "I need to stop lying. That's a habit of mine, yes, like you've noticed my eyes are green, my tongue is blue and my heart is, eh? Wait, I don't have a heart to begin with! Silly of me, I forgot." The man chuckled. "Ah! Wait! That's not the way!"

Izaya was walking away.

"You shaped-person! There's not the way! He's waiting on the other side!"

"Why would I believe you? You're a liar, you told me yourself."

"Ah! But that's different! I'm a liar about myself! But I don't lie about anyone else! And he's waiting for you!"

"Whatever." Izaya walked in the opposite direction the man spoke of.

Some time after, not quite sure how long, Izaya found himself surrounded by red trees on a hill with white grass. Besides the gigantic red trees, there was no one else. Or so he thought. Ahead of him a battle was being unfolded. Men were running throughout the field, bullets were flying, piercing their way inside the bodies of the soldiers. The sounds were deafening: the bullets, the cries of sorrow of the trees, the shouts of pain of the fallen ones; all of it was presented before Izaya's eyes. But he wasn't moving, he was just gazing ahead. His common sense was yelling at him to move away, but even though he was thinking that, he couldn't move. Instead, he walked towards the battle field.

There was no reason to do that, but there's no such a thing as reason in a dream, right?

Yeah, right...

Bullets were flying in his way. And before he could even breathe, he was yanked sideways. Izaya stumbled and almost fell to the ground if wasn't for a hand firmly grasping his arm. The noise slowly faded down, Izaya looked at the gloved hand and trailed his gaze upwards. Izaya could hear the silence loud and clear. The person who grasped his arm was wearing a mask, like the ones used in nuclear disasters. The surface of the mask was black, but instead of covering his entire face, the right side was open, showing his eye and his long eyelashes.

The man let go of Izaya's arm, throwing his machine gun onto the white grass. He began to remove his mask. Izaya watched the man's appearance. His neck was wrapped in bandages, he wore a red uniform and his nails were black.

The mask fell.

The man stared at Izaya, speaking in a dark tone, "Get out of here, now."

•••••

"Then, I woke up…" Izaya said. "Do you know him?"

"No, I don't. But he seems to be on your side." Tsugaru frowned lightly. "You're an oddity, how can you evolve so fast?"

"I don't like being called an oddity by an alien," Izaya spat angrily.

Tsugaru sighed, "I told you I'm an alien because it's the best term to describe my existence, but I see it was a mistake to use that. Maybe I should have called myself a Spear or Time-traveler or something."

"Can I punch you now?" Izaya asked cheerfully.

"No, not yet. We haven't finished talking," Tsugaru replied in an even tone. "I told you that you're more likely to adapt or evolve a latent mind ability. Well, Psychokinesis is the umbrella term for various related specialty abilities, which may include Telekinesis, Teleportation, Phasing, Metamorphosis, Thoughtform, etc. However, we don't know what kind of ability you can possess. So, if you don't mind, I would like to do a few tests."

"Whatever, the sooner we end this the better… Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, nothing…" Then Tsugaru muttered to himself, "I was just appreciating the love-bite of a vampire on your neck."

Shizuo hadn't held back, had he?

•••••

A line of smoke ascended up to the gray sky, twirling its tail and finally smearing into the nonexistent color of the air.

Shizuo's body was present down on earth, but his mind was beyond the realm of reality. So he really wasn't paying attention to his current situation. His boss, Tom, was talking with a middle aged man: they were recollecting his debt.

Shizuo looked up to the gray sky, hearing the man's bickering but not really paying attention to it.

Shizuo's mind had been like this, according to Tom's record, since three weeks ago.

And damn, Shizuo had all the right to feel like that. It was Izaya's fault. First, out of nowhere, he came to his house in the middle of the night, and then they did that. The next day, after a horrible day, Shizuo found Izaya still in his house and that little mouse tackled him! And what happened after? Shizuo got sexually harassed! (Kind of.) That's what happened! But that's not all! Then after that, like a mouse (really like a mouse), Izaya sneaked off, again, in the middle of the night without Shizuo's notice!

Shizuo's senses came back to reality when, far away, in the back of his mind, he registered Tom's concerned words, the cries of fear of his debtor and the feeling of his own nails digging into his palms.

"Shizuo, you can take the rest of the day off." Tom scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Shizuo apologized lightly and left the place.

As he walked with his head in the clouds, something buzzed against his legs. Shizuo flipped open his cell phone, absentmindedly, of course.

[Don't turn around :3] the text message said.

Shizuo turned around immediately but there wasn't anyone. Shizuo felt a soft tapping on his back. He stilled and turned around slowly.

"I told you to not turn around, didn't I?" Izaya grinned. "Hi~."

How could he do it? Be able to blow his mind with just a few words. How could he make Shizuo feel anxious and relieved? How could he feign everything was the same? Why and how did the knot in Shizuo's throat disappear?

In despite of everything, Shizuo was still angry. Without any doubt, proof of it was the smashing sound that went throughout the alley. A part of the building's wall crumbled against his fists. He had barely avoided Izaya's face. And the culprit of everything was just standing there, almost innocently, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

Izaya smiled, smiled and smiled. Even though his face was in between two dangerous arms, trapped between an angry blond and a crumbling wall.

"Why are you smiling?" Shizuo broke the silence, his body cornering Izaya against the wall.

The corners of Izaya's smile lifted a bit more.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Shizuo dropped some of his frustration into that question. With those words, he asked what was he thinking, what was he feeling, what was he doing with him.

A rush of hot blood flowed into Shizuo's face as he noticed what his position had become. His hands were no longer fists; instead, his palms were supporting his weight and his body was slightly bent, but the hug Izaya was giving him and the fact that he was standing on the tip of his toes to reach his neck was what most shocked him, in a good way.

"Damn, you're too tall."

That comment snapped the little control Shizuo had over the situation and over himself.

Shizuo provoked those lips; challenging the pink tongue to fight back, and recollected those sweet noises for his heart's content. His hands pulled the smaller closer, not wasting time to inspect every inch of soft skin available. Shizuo was behaving like an addict. He wanted more, he needed more. More of those lips, more of those sounds; Shizuo needed to feel more of his skin and his smell.

"Let's go to my place…"

Shizuo was gravitating hopelessly towards Izaya.

•To Be Continued•

A/N: If you squint really hard you would see that the dream is quite revelator with Izaya's nature. That piece if filled with several elements, it can't be defined as a dream, or another world, or delusion, or simple stress, not entirely anyway. I think Shizuo is a man of boxers. The teddy bears are included. LOL. I love Aggressive!Izaya, quite a lot actually, *grin*.

When Shizuo asked why was Izaya smiling, Izaya didn't answer but he was smiling because he got to see him again :D The long wait for this chapter was worth it...Right? Tell me I'm not wrong... D:

Btw, the beginning of the chapter is the end of this chapter in reality (lol) just saying (lol).