Title: Never Damaged Goods

Rating: T+

Couple: Shizuo X Izaya / AU

Prompt: Damage

Words: 843

I Do Not Own Durarara!

His mahogany eyes blinked open slowly. His head whipped around as he saw he was surrounded by white walls, white everything. A loud groan came from his throat as he realized the motion he just made with his head hurt like hell, but also to the fact that he was in a hospital.

Izaya looked down at himself, assessing the damage. It looked like nothing on the outside was wrong, but when went to lift his nightgown a strong sturdy hand came up to stop him. He looked at the person with confusion in his eyes, but the person just shook his head.

The ravenette didn't care what the person said, he wanted to know what was wrong with himself, so he pushed the hand away and looked at the skin now uncovered. He wished he had listened to his guest.

His stomach was stitched up in so many places and so badly he could barely see skin underneath, some stitches even covering his arms. Chest was black and blue, only pert pink nipples being a different color, and he could tell that at least a few ribs had been broken, if not shattered. He could move his legs but barely, and he could have sworn he barely felt the movement. His whole body ached and burned, like he was being stepped on by a burning hot piece of metal.

His eyes looked up at the person in his room with agony. The man just shook his hand and pulled the hand that Izaya had held out for him, to his chest. He kissed the sheet white knuckles and kept them at his lips. Slowly, as to not scare the fragile man, he kissed from the hand up his arm, softer kisses being placed on the stitched up wounds, over his shoulder and then on his mouth. It was slow, sensual, and showed how much the larger man loved the small one.

Izaya tried to speak, his voice hoarse and lips cracking even more. His companion grabbed the glass of water that was on the desk beside the bed and gently placed it to the chapped lips. Small sips were taken but the raven stilled coughed, which made his chest ache even more.

He was so weak right now, and he hated himself for it. What made things worse was that he didn't even know what happened to himself!

"You were attacked by someone. And they did everything they could do put you in the most horrible condition they possibly could," a deep baritone voice explained to him. He nodded in an easy manner to show he understood.

Though he had no idea who would attack him, since he was only an author after all. And he was betting on the fact that the police had no idea who did this either. He sighed, scratching his already raw throat even more.

The larger man kissed his forehead as he lay down beside the injured male.

"Shi. . . zuo. . ." Izaya spoke slowly. "Make. . . better."

He could just barely pronounce words. Had his voice box been injured too?

Shizuo petted the raven's cheek with his thumb, letting the pad of his thumb run across those pale pink lips. Blonde hair shifted as he shook his head, leaning down to kiss the lips his skin had just touched. This one was chaste, as he quickly moved down his face and to his neck. The blonde man placed quick kisses all over the expanse of the sickly white skin, then moving back to the shoulders he just moments ago had been on.

His hands run up the uninjured arm as he listened to the man above him start loosing his breathe. Wet lips moved to the arm that was hurt, again placing kisses to the stitched places and bruises. He left his own light marks near where the painful ones were.

The larger man moved from the arm to the banged up chest, tracing his lips over the skin instead of bearing down. He didn't want the small man underneath him to hurt more. A pink tongue swept out as Shizuo ran it over bruised skin, moving slowly back up towards the only unharmed area of his torso. His mouth latched onto the erect nubs, sucking and nipping them.

Once finished with Izaya's chest he gave the man's legs the same treatment as the rest of his body, finishing up by placing a long languid kiss to the male's parted lips. A large hand pulled the hospital gown back over the flushed body as he lay next to the injured man.

Izaya fell asleep with his head on his lover's chest, Shizuo stroking his hair and murmuring soft nothings as he wished for the slight man to heal as soon as possible. . .