Shizuo doesn't know how Izaya managed it, but somehow he's talked Shizuo into bringing him home.
Shizuo suspects it had something to do with the kiss on the nose he received. It wasn't quite as shy and sweet as he had been imagining the past few years of his life - more like taunting, actually - but it still left Shizuo blushing and breathless.
On the way to Shizuo's place, Shizuo can't stop glancing at the way Izaya walks. His hips sway a little more and he's almost got a skip in his step. It's completely different from the way he walked in the park.
After that vivid, crazy dream Shizuo has become more conscious of the way Izaya seems to switch between two different people - suddenly and with no apparent pattern that Shizuo can see. One moment Shizuo is talking about the book he's reading and the next Izaya is giving him a grossly detailed description about how various chemicals can kill like some kind of... serial killer. One moment they were having an awkward but meaningful cafe date and the next Izaya's throwing himself over the table and is calling Shizuo out on his crush - lips practically dripping toxic seduction.
Shizuo can't keep up, but Izaya's always been a wild and dark mystery to him. It stands to reason that Shizuo must… find that attractive.
Why couldn't have I just been attracted to some friendly, average girl or something…
But friendly, average girls were afraid of him, and Izaya seemed to relish in Shizuo's abnormality.
When they get to Shizuo's front door he realizes, with ice-cold terror, that no one is home. Many people would prefer it that way, but not Shizuo. It's not that Shizuo is particularly anxious for Izaya to meet his family, but the presence of family should be enough to keep a couple of teens with questionable judgment in check.
But his Mom is, of course, working and Kasuka is meeting up with classmates to work on a school project. Shizuo wonders if it's too late to turn back
When Izaya pushes past him into the Heiwajima home like he owns the place, Shizuo doesn't have to wonder anymore.
"Um… nobody's… nobody's home right now…" Shizuo mumbles unnecessarily when Izaya steps into the empty main room. "Mom's working and uh… well, you probably already knew that."
The look that Izaya shoots Shizuo over his shoulder is chilling.
But then, the switch is flipped again and Izaya turns to face Shizuo with a small, seemingly harmless smile.
"I figured as much…" he hums and shrugs his coat off onto the couch, irritatingly comfortable. "Since there's no one to ask me about school, my age, and future plans how about we just skip to the tour?"
Shizuo's never shown anyone around his house before. Is that how dates go?... who am I kidding, a scrawny nerd like Izaya doesn't fuckin' know.
But Shizuo doesn't know how to refuse.
"Um, okay… the kitchen's right over -"
"I'm bored. Show me your room."
The mild-mannered smile Izaya wears is a ruse. The switch never flipped at all. Izaya is still in villain mode and Shizuo's never been so freaked out in his life. He curses the part of him that likes it.
Shizuo can think of a hundred reason to NEVER bring Izaya into his bedroom, let alone Izaya is villain mode.
The same Izaya that I had to chase down dark alleys only to be seduced when I finally caught the little…
Oh wait, none of that happened.
The first and foremost reason to keep Izaya out of his room is his wall of evidence from when he was still hunting the mystery boy in the back of the library. Izaya may have already accidentally called him out on it, but that doesn't make it any less mortifying.
While Shizuo gapes at Izaya, trying to find an excuse that Izaya will accept, Izaya loses his patience. Or more likely, he loses interest in watching Shizuo flounder while the promise of something juicer is in the house.
Much like the way Izaya has no problems disrespecting his name, invading his privacy, and barging into his home - Izaya does not hesitate to turn away and search for Shizuo's room for himself. A move Shizuo really should have seen coming, honestly.
He seriously just does whatever he wants! Doesn't he have any concept of social boundaries?!
Actually, that would explain some things.
Shizuo, with the advantage of knowing his home, runs past Izaya to get to his room first in hopes that he'll have enough time to tear everything off the walls or block the door before Izaya can see anything embarrassing. Izaya laughs and chases after Shizuo, sounding wild and unrestrained. He keeps on Shizuo's heels easily, being unexpectedly quick for a bookworm, over the short distance between the living room and Shizuo's bedroom. Despite Shizuo's head start, he isn't able to slam the door shut before Izaya slips under Shizuo's outstretched arm like an octopus covered in oil and through the doorway. Desperately, Shizuo keeps running straight to the wall to tear down as much as possible.
But Izaya doesn't spare much more than a passing glance at Shizuo's evidence wall. His attention is captured by an entirely different element of the room.
Izaya tosses himself onto Shizuo's bed, bouncing and giggling with that edge of mania that keeps him from appearing ordinary. He rolls over Shizuo's bed, purposefully wrecking sheets which have been patched so many times from Shizuo accidentally gripping them too tight when he has a nightmare or makes his bed.
It's a sight Shizuo never thought he'd be able to see: someone so comfortable and so unafraid that they don't even think twice before disrespecting his space. It's rude, and out-of-bounds, and as annoyed as Shizuo is he is enamored just as much. His arms fall from their position splayed across his wall to his sides where they lie limp. Shizuo is pulled by an invisible force which, like in his dream, is really just the force of Izaya, that he cannot resist any more than he can resist gravity towards the bed. He stands at the side and of his bed silently and takes in the sight, feeling powerless. If Izaya feels any sort of way about Shizuo standing there, watching and limp, he doesn't show it.
Eventually, Izaya tires of rolling and bouncing around like a pesky flea and simply lays in the middle of Shizuo's bed - arms and legs spread with his palms facing up in acceptance and his head tilted back into Shizuo's flat pillow. His body goes as limp as Shizuo's, his eyes flutter shut, and his breathing slows almost to the rate of a sleeping person.
In this moment, Izaya appears completely open. His body language is totally unguarded and submissive to the contentment that eases his features. Yet this same appearance of submission gives Izaya complete power - the power of happiness. Though Shizuo could throw him out, could reject him, could kill him with as much ease as crushing a soda can, Izaya is completely untouchable. In this very brief moment that Shizuo wishes would last forever, Shizuo knows that he is the one who is submitting to Izaya.
Izaya's hair fans out around his pale face, staining Shizuo's pillow with a small pool of ink. The points of his nose and chin are raised, touching a secret sort of divinity that's only visible in the serene smile on his lips. The line of his neck is long and graceful, decorated with a sharp Adam's apple before flowing down to bony shoulders which jut into collarbones that Shizuo can visualize beneath the form-fitting shirt. His waist is small, making his hips which cannot be much wider than Shizuo's appear slightly more feminine except for the fact that they protrude so high on his body. His legs are slender and absolutely beautiful, relaxed against the support of Shizuo's cheap mattress that seems so grossly unfit to support his body. Izaya appears out of place - as though he is outlined in thick, black pen strokes - and yet he looks completely at home in a monster's lair. The man made of duality and contradictions captures Shizuo's heart all over again
And then, the moment passes.
After Izaya's gone home to his sisters, with a few niceties shared with Kasuka on his way out whose return from his group project had woken Izaya from his beautiful trance, Shizuo is left to his own thoughts.
He tells Kasuka about the date and how he thinks it went well and is very excited to say that yes Izaya knew it was a date.
He does not tell Kasuka about how he is questioning his own sanity by being hopelessly attracted to such a twisted person, but he suspects Kasuka already knows.
He does realize that night when he returns to his room fresh out of the shower how much he fucked himself by letting Izaya spread his scent all over his bed like he was marking his territory.
And when Shizuo wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in a thin sheen of sweat with cum in his boxers like some pent-up fourteen year old he lets himself consciously think about what it may be like to have another man's dick in his hand for the first time. He thinks that Izaya could have him begging to let Shizuo touch him in any way that promises to make Izaya look even a fraction as wonderful as he did in Shizuo's bed.
The idea is terrifying, and the fear has nothing to do with it being gay. I'm hindsight, Shizuo has no idea why gender was ever an issue. The issue is obvious. It's Izaya.
The words of the two Izayas in his dream still haunt him.
Do you love me?
This evening Kanra decides to re-wear the black turtleneck and boots, but pair them with some red skinny jeans against the cold instead of a skirt.
Izaya feels much more secure in a pair of pants this time, despite the dangers of it being more androgynous than feminine, but he's pretty sure he's sunk his claws deep enough into Akihito that the boy won't notice. With Akihito, a fairly generic member of the Blue Squares under his thumb, he'll have easy access to their base while appearing non-threatening. While the way this group of over-sized children treats women are clearly disgusting and pathetic Izaya plans to take full advantage of being seen as the weaker sex .
When Kanra arrives at the Blue Squares hideout, batting her eyelashes and swaying her hips, the boy's don't hesitate to let her in.
Tonight Kanra makes sure to hang off of Akihito's arm in front of a large group of the Blue Squares while whining about the cops who almost caught her sneaking out past curfew.
Which is a lie, of course, but one Izaya is sure the boys can relate to.
She gives an impassioned, but not too articulate, speech about how the police are oppressive and should be taught a lesson by the people.
Many of the Blue Squares cheer in agreement, and any who may be opposed are too afraid to stand out.
Once again, Kanra manages to avoid a kiss with Akihito - dangling to sweet promise of affection that he's so desperate for just out of reach a little longer.
Just a little bit longer.