A forgotten promise

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Memories are in italics

When he woke up he found himself skin to skin with Izaya, some time during the night, the flea had removed his top as well, Those slim arms were wrapped around him. Seeing that it was still dark and Izaya was still asleep, Shizuo shut his eyes, pretending that he hadn't woken up in the first place. He could feel the heat between them, the flea was a lot stronger than he looked.

The teen next to him shifted, moving his leg between his, a little too close for comfort. He could feel his face heat up. "You. You're awake aren't you?" His breath hitched as the knee between his legs, rubbed against his crotch. "Hm? Oops, Sorry Shizu-chan." Like hell he was. But he wasn't trying to move away, he remained in exactly the same position. His head was rested on Izaya's shoulder. Damn it. He was aroused. "...Fix it."

Even if he couldn't see him, he knew the flea was smirking. "Are you sure?" Gritting his teeth, he kept their chests together, his hand finding his way into Izaya's boxers. Already the length was hot in his hand. "Its not even my birthday." His pyjamas and boxers were pulled down to his knees, slim fingers curling around his cock.

Their arms were crossed, making it awkward as they both jerked each other off. The flea was cheating, that knee between his legs, making it worse. He wasn't planning on going the whole way. Just to rid himself of a little problem. His thumb began to follow the thick vein, from base to tip. "Shit. Shizu-chan." The hand around him moved quicker, Izaya digging his nail into the slit. Clamping his free hand over his mouth he covered a moan. His vision turned white as the flea pressed against something, near his balls.

His body jerked, rubbing himself up against the other teen. "Careful, Shizu-chan." He recognized that look, it was one of lust. His hand was taken away, replaced by soft lips. Trying to get his rhythm back, he began to move his hand again, each of their moans, flowing into the others mouth as they kissed. It wasn't the way things were supposed to be. He had yet to end things with Tom properly, although his first attempt had failed.

In the future, Izaya would be family. The most he wanted them to become was a friend. So why was he doing this? This time he had been the one to suggest it. "Nn." Another moan was muffled, Izaya's tongue poking at his. What the hell? He was too far gone anyway. Kissing back he tried to take control, his own wet muscle curling around the intrusion. He tensed the same time as Izaya, knowing that they were both close. How the fuck were they going to hide it this time?

The flea ducked under the covers. He could feel something warm enclose around him. Less than a lick from that sinful tongue and he was shooting his load. Izaya was grinning as he popped back up, licking his lips. "Your turn." Wait was he – oh god. But it would hide any awkwardness. Shuffling down, he was glad the covers hid him from view. Something hot brushed against his cheek, smearing something damp across it. Letting out a sigh, he lowered his head.

Izaya it seemed could hold out for longer, meaning he had to suck and lick, feeling fingers fist the covers above him. "So close. Ah! Shizu-chan." He was trying to be careful not to get aroused again, but with the quiet moans that filled his ears, it was difficult. Bobbing his head, he dug his tongue into the tip. He felt the flea release, his mouth becoming full. Not wanting the taste to linger, he forced himself to swallow. "That is disgusting." The other teen laughed softly, rummaging through the drawer. "Mint?"

The next morning he woke up to find himself in the same position as last night. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Shit! What if someone had come in? Rolling out of bed, he grabbed everything he needed, wincing as pain shot through his feet. "Did you forget already?" Moving a bit slower, he made his way to the shower, it was going to sting.

As awkward moments went, it was the most embarrassing of his life. Izaya knew what had happened, his brother was next in line for the bathroom. "Good morning, nii-san." Nodding his head, he made his way down the stairs. Both his father and Kyouko were in the kitchen. "Good morning, Shizuo." She seemed okay. "Yeah. Sorry about before." He didn't flinch as he was patted on the shoulder. "Kichirou has told me everything. Don't worry about it."

"Morning dad." His father stared at him a while, before letting out a sigh. "Did you think about it?" There wasn't any other answer. "Yeah. I still think it would be for the best." he kept an eye out, not wanting anyone else to overhear. As he had found out, the flea was more dangerous, when he had time to plan. If things went his way, Izaya wouldn't know until the last possible moment.

"I see. I'll look around for you today." The conversation ended as soon as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Reaching for the cereal, he tried not jump, when someone pounced on him. "Did you save me any? Shizu-chan." The box was snatched from him, gritting his teeth he snatched it back, it was becoming a game for both of them. "I'm glad to see you two getting along, but if you take any longer, you'll be late."

They were late. This time their friends weren't waiting for them by the gate, but the teacher was. "You three, you're late. Go to the principal's office." Shizuo couldn't stop the slight shudder than ran along his spine. A shoulder playfully bumped against his own. Was he scared of Tom now? "Come on, nii-san. I have to get to practice." Swallowing the lump in his throat, he followed after his younger brother.

Any other day and he would happily go to the office, but things had changed. Even so, he let his younger brother knock on the door, hearing the voice inside. "Come in." Fuck. Kasuka went in first and then himself, Izaya was last closing the door behind him. He couldn't look up. "You three are late again?" He didn't answer. "Yes Tanaka-sensei."

"Orihara, Shizuo, you two have detention after school. Heiwajima you'll do yours tomorrow." Kasuka nodded leaving them room. "Shizuo, can you stay?" Shit. He wasn't ready. The blond continued looking down at the floor. "Orihara, you can go." A hand rested on his shoulder. "Hm? I think I'll stay. It wouldn't be nice of me if I left Shizu-chan with someone that tried to force him, would it now?"

He could feel the change in the room, but no one was saying anything. The temperature in the room seemed to be dropping, the hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly. "...I didn't. I wouldn't." Izaya laughed, short and bitter. "No? Then why hasn't Shizu-chan looked at you the entire time? Tell me, Tom-sensei... If I hadn't shown up last night. Would you have stopped?" The silence was all the answer he needed.

"I'm sorry, Shizuo. I never meant to hurt you." But he would've. He flinched at the sound of the chair being scraped back. "I love you." It was pathetic, he could feel his eyes swimming. "Uh uh. I don't think you should move any closer." He knew Izaya had his knife in his pocket. "Lets go, Shizu-chan." He still hadn't looked up. "Wait! Orihara, you're the one that slept with Shizuo?"

"That's right." They were standing by the door now. "Shizuo. Do you love him?" His footsteps paused, unable to find an answer. It was no, wasn't it? "..." He heard Tom sigh. "I see. Take care of him." Izaya scoffed. "Of course." The door was opened, Shizuo glanced up, catching his ex-lover's broken hearted smile. His heart clenched tightly in his chest. "Tom. Izaya I'll be a few seconds." Crimson eyes narrowed, but his arm was let go, the door closing and leaving the two alone.

"Shizuo." Rubbing a hand through his hair he slowly made his way to the desk. His fingers shook as he rested them on the older man's cheek, His forehead tilted, resting it against what used to be a comfort. "Tom. I'm sorry. I couldn't love you." Gently he pressed his lips to the man he may have come to love if it wasn't for Izaya. "I'm so sorry."

"Its not your fault. I just want you to be happy." Tom kissed him back, their foreheads remained pressed together, their cheeks were damp. This was goodbye. They both knew it. "If you need anything... Please keep my number." Nodding slowly, he let his hand drop by his side. "I hope you find someone that loves you." Pulling away, he slowly trudged to the door. "Goodbye Tom." Wiping his eyes, he opened the door. "Good bye, Shizuo."

Izaya was leaning against the wall, one foot pressed against it, arms crossed. Once he stepped from the room, the flea kicked off, moving in step with him. Instead of going to class, he took the stairs up to the roof, keeping by the wall. Pushing open the door, he checked no one would disturb him, before sliding down the wall, his head dropping onto his knees.

He felt movement next to him, the flea sitting next to him. "I guess you really were falling for him." Wiping his sleeve across his face, he nodded slowly. "Yeah." Reaching into his pocket, he hoped he had brought his cigarettes with him. He had hoped we wouldn't need them again. "Ne, when was it?" Throwing his head, he gave a short bark of laughter. "Right after I made that deal with you."

Opening the new packet, he slid one out, placing it between his lips, his fingers shaking as he lit the end. Before he put it away, a slim hand rested on his. "You don't smoke." Izaya shrugged taking one anyway. "It doesn't really matter. I'll be forever young." Ah, why was it the flea of all people? Tossing him the lighter, he smirked hearing the fit of coughing next to him. "This really is a disgusting habit." Shrugging his shoulders, he exhaled watching the smoke rise and wishing they were his worries fading away.

Izaya remained by his side, grimacing every time he inhaled. He felt comfortable, his mood quickly stabilizing. Maybe he shouldn't go to his next classes at all and cut school completely? No, he shouldn't cause To- the principal any more trouble. Just a bit more and then he would go back. He was surprised that the flea hadn't questioned him. Shizuo. Do you love him? He hadn't been able to answer. Surely the teen next to him, would have pushed him about it? "Hey, Shizu-chan. How long were you with him?" Swallowing the lump in his throat, he opened his mouth. "Since the beginning."

Shizuo hadn't been looking forward to his first day of school. His child hood hadn't exactly been a happy one, he was violent, out of control and easily angered. He tried to keep calm, but with all the ass holes around him, it was difficult. It was the first day of high school that he had met Tom Tanaka.

The thing about schools, was that he wasn't the only one moving from his old middle school. His old classmates followed, rumours spread and nothing changed. "Look its Shizuo Heiwajima. I didn't think the monster would be smart enough to get into high school." They were in the car park, after he had tried to walk away, but now a red haze was settling over him. Kill Kill Kill.

When he came to his senses, everyone was unconscious, a shiny car was smashed up. Shit. Before he could walk away he noticed a man with brown dreadlocks and a suit coming towards him. It was his first day and already he was in trouble. "What happened to my car?" Raising his hand, he let out a sigh. "That was me. Sorry." He knew the bill would be sent to his father. The man in front of him paused. "Follow me."

He quickly found out that Tom was the principal of the school and that he wouldn't be charged for the damage. "Shizuo Heiwajima. I won't lie, I have read your file. You're down as the biggest trouble maker." The teen nodded lowering his head. There was a soft thud as his stupidly large file was dropped on the desk. "From what I read, its all crap."

Shizuo's mouth dropped open, in shock. This man was different to anyone he had ever met. "I had a pretty shitty school life too. Its why my hair is like this. If you look like a delinquent, people are less likely to start trouble." The odd man, stood looking for something among the shelves. "Ah here it is." The teen watched him, feeling curious. "This here is the school rules. All students must follow the uniform guidelines, all appearances must be kept neat and tidy, this is in regards to hair dye and piercings. This bit can be changed."

"Firstly, I would advise you to dye your hair. For now I've amended my copy. You would look good as blond. Secondly I don't allow smoking in my school, hand them over." Shizuo hesitated, not wanting to give up his only way to calm down. "If you need to calm down or feel like smoking, you can come here any time. Just knock on the door. Can you promise me that?" He blinked in surprise not used to being so accepted, especially by someone he had just met. Taking out his cigarettes and lighter he placed them on the desk. "Yeah. I promise." Tom smiled at him, a real genuine smile, that made his heart beat quicker than it should.

Shizuo broke out of his thoughts, feeling his eyes become damp again. Glancing down at his cigarette, he let out a sigh. He would no longer go to that office, for comfort. Bringing the cigarette to his lips, he knew he was breaking an old promise, but they were no longer together any more. A hand rested on his shoulder. "Shizu-chan." Wiping his eyes, he glared at Izaya. "This is your fault."

"I know." Of course he wouldn't deny it. "I hate you." But he didn't and that was the problem. His own indecisiveness had caused this. "No you don't." He watched as Izaya flicked the ash from his cigarette. He had lasted a lot longer than he thought he would've. "Ne, Shizu-chan. How did you two end up together?" The blond was silent, wondering whether to tell him or not. But then again he knew everything else. "... Kasuka and I went to visit...our mother."

Crimson eyes widened. "Why would you?" Shizuo shrugged. "It was something we needed to do. Dad doesn't know." The other teen nodded. "How did it go?" He smiled bitterly. "Pretty much the same as you'd expect. I don't want to talk about it. After that I went straight to Tom's office. It went from there." The bell rang signalling the end of the first lesson. Stubbing out his cigarette, he forced himself to stand. "We could skip."

Shizuo smiled, shaking his head. "Do what you want flea." Opening the door, he made his way back down to ground floor. Izaya kept by his side. His mood dropped when he stopped off by his locker. Inside was yet another white envelope and another of those fucking roses. See you soon. That was it. No threats to Izaya or Tom. Just those three words..

The card was snatched from his tense grip. He had enough. "Izaya. Tell me who it is?" Those crimson eyes lifted meeting his own. "No. Don't leave my side from now on, Shizu-chan." Slamming his locker door shut, he turned back, his fist clenched, if he had to threaten the flea for an answer... but Izaya was already steps ahead of him, forcing him to run to catch up. "Hurry up, Shizu-chan." He completely forgot about the card.

Next:- A stalker revealed.