A/N: So, um… I would put a warning here for some dirty stuff in the following chapter but let's be honest, if you're here, you already know what's coming. I just hope I do Shizuo justice.

Thanks to my beautiful beta readers, Blakeyel1ner and LucyValkyrie who are still putting up with me. If anyone gets the chance, check them out, they've both got some awesome Shizaya stories to read.

Without further ado, enjoy!

"Fuck!" With enough force to crush the squares of tile under his hand, Shizuo slammed his fist into the shower wall before leaning against it, shivering as the ice cold water continued beating its pattern down his back. He'd already been in there too long, trying to cool his weeping erection without success.

What a pain, he thought irritably as he blew out frustrated breaths through his nose. Of all the things that could have happened…

Why this?

Damn that shitty flea, this was all his fault! It should be a crime for him to look so fucking hot just standing there, practically glowing in the sun as it vanished over the Tokyo high rises. Just what the hell had he been thinking, kissing him? God, he'd just wanted to give the flea a taste of his own medicine, not this! He should've thrown him off the roof when he'd had the chance and saved himself the trouble.

Technically, he'd tried to stop the freight train he'd set in motion, satisfied with one kiss and that was it, but Izaya had fucking pulled him back in and he'd been all too eager to take what was offered. Cracking an eye to look down at his standing cock, Shizuo couldn't feasibly deny anymore that he had liked it – he'd liked a whole lot more than he'd thought.

The flea had literally come undone at his touch, moaning like a professional whore. Now, the blond couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hear Izaya moan his name like a prayer. At the thought, his dick gave a painful throb and he cursed again loudly. Who knew a pest like the informant could be so fucking sexy with his creamy skin and lecherous body?

As his fingers lightly brushed his arousal, Shizuo gritted his teeth against the white flashes of pleasure that momentarily blinded him with their intensity. Fuck, why did it have to be the flea of all people that seemed able to turn him on so completely?

Even as he cursed his entire situation, the blond found himself wondering what it would be like to touch Izaya, not just pinning his thin wrists above his head but running his hands over that sinfully sensitive form. As his hand closed around his needy erection, Shizuo felt disgusted that he was doing this while thoughts of the flea ran through his head.

A sudden feeling of cruel satisfaction shot through him as he realized that Izaya was no doubt in a similar situation, after all, he'd seen the bulge in the raven's jeans and he'd sure as hell felt it. Somewhere in his apartment in Shinjuku, Izaya probably was being forced to deal with his problems in a similar way. Suddenly, his vengeful imaginings backfired as images of the flea, hand pumping his own hard member, moans bubbling through his tempting lips as he did so flashed across Shizuo's traitorous mind.

With his erection practically spitting pre-cum already just on those thoughts alone, Shizuo began to move his hand, slowly pumping his arousal as he tried to block out thoughts of the shitty flea. That proved to be impossible as every thrust brought back the feel of those perfect lips on his, the salty, slightly bitter taste he'd caught when kissing Izaya's neck, that lithe, exquisite body writhing under his…

Fuck! He was supposed to hate the shitty flea, not masturbate to him. Unfortunately, he could all too easily picture Izaya under him, back arching as he moaned his name, begging for release. Feeling his own end approaching, Shizuo increased the pace of his hand, moans curling up into the frigid water. As the image of the louse; lips bruised, eyes fixed on him and glazed over with lust appeared, he growled loudly and came, briefly splattering himself and the shower with white before the water washed it away.

Breathing heavily, Shizuo stood there, trying to dispel the immediate disgust and shame that threatened to take over him. God, what's wrong with me?

Feeling rage and anger battle the lingering desire and suffocating dirtiness that seemed to cover him, the ex-bartender turned the shower off, halting the freezing spray and finally allowing warmth to touch his body once more.

As Shizuo pulled himself out of his shower and grabbed for a towel, he tried to sort through what the fuck had happened in the last four hours. One moment he'd been talking with Tom, double checking that they'd gotten through the list of people for that day while considering finding Celty to talk to, and the next he was here, shivering and wet because somehow the flea had turned him on. Fuck, that chain of events really sucked.

The worst part was Shizuo needed more; his own hand just wasn't enough. He still wanted Izaya and that thought was scary. Absently, he dried his hair as he attempted to banish the supposedly unpleasant thought. The only thing he could think of to console himself was that the chances of anything actually happening between the flea and himself were slim. After all, they were enemies, right? Shit, he needed a smoke.

Stopping just short of tearing out his bleach blond hair by the roots, Shizuo took a moment to flex his fingers into the damp threads of his towel before slowly lowering it and wrapping it around his torso. There were too many thoughts invading his mind for him to register the trail of water he left in his wake as he moved into his bedroom. Of all the intrusive voices in his head, the one calling for him to fucking sit down and smoke a damn cigarette before he killed someone was the loudest.

Haphazardly throwing on a pair of sweatpants, the blond ex-bartender sat heavily on his bed before grabbing for a cigarette and his lighter from his nightstand. The action only served to remind him of the incident on the roof. That same stroke of horror that had run through him at the time still lingered somewhere in his mind. He could still recall exactly how fucking badly his hands had been shaking after backing off of Izaya. Unfortunately, he could also recall many other things about the scene and those were the thoughts that provoked a low groan of regret to pass his lips.

The real trouble for Shizuo was, it had felt good. It would've been one thing if the kiss had been unpleasant or just static but it hadn't been. He'd fallen into the damn thing and kept falling until Izaya had jolted him back into reality with a painful thump.

Honestly, at this point, he was just scared of what else Izaya might do but of what he might do, given the chance. Shizuo would have liked to think he had at least some modicum of control but when it came to the raven, all control he might've had was simply tossed out the window. Generally that didn't bother him but if he was dealing with shit like this, he wanted to know what the hell he was doing! Otherwise, something was going to snap.

I can't handle that shitty flea tomorrow. Shizuo thought. I just need a day off…

Groaning he took a drag of his cigarette, thankful for the buzz of nicotine soothing his systems. The thought of missing work wasn't a pleasant one, after all, what else was he supposed to do with his time –but his sanity at stake here, something he valued very highly. Under the circumstances, the blond wasn't willing to risk another encounter and taking a day of rest would be a much needed change. He just hoped Tom wouldn't mind.

Looking over at his phone, Shizuo glared at it as if it would go away. The thought of letting something like this cause him to skip work was fucking irritating but he really didn't see another option. Sighing, the former bartender rolled his well-defined shoulders before reaching for the device grudgingly. Tom was reasonable and it wasn't like he did this often. Really, the only thing stopping him was the knowledge that with this phone call, he might as well be giving into the stupid flea and letting him win.

Fuck it, it's not like he's gonna know, Shizuo reasoned. Flipping open his phone and punching in his boss's number he breathed deeply as he waited for the other man to pick up. On the third ring he did, chattering background noise filling the blond's ear in the process.

"Hey, something up?" his boss asked casually, voice even and easy going as always. From what he could gather, Tom seemed to be at a bar, he knew the sounds of glasses on wood too well to think otherwise.

Running a hand through his hair as if that would relieve the confusion in his head, Shizuo took another drag from his cigarette before carefully asking, "Tom-san, do we have anything important tomorrow?" He didn't want to come right out and say that he wanted tomorrow off. After all, even he knew how to be tactful but at the same time… If he didn't get some time off, he might very well go crazy.

Tom took a moment to laugh at something before answering, "Eh, you know the drill, same old same old. Got a few people on the list to collect from but none of them should be much trouble." In the background of the call, the ex-bartender heard someone ask who Tom was talking to but his boss just ignored them. "Why?"

Well, here goes nothing. "I was wondering if I could take tomorrow off." Shizuo stated bluntly.

"Well that's new. I can count on one hand the number of days off you've asked for." Tom commented, curiosity in his tone. "Something up Shizuo?"

From the phone, the blond heard whoever Tom was with ask, "Wait, like, Shizuo Heiwajima? What on earth are you doing talking to him?" Grinding his teeth at the all too familiar response to his existence, Shizuo refrained from yelling at the speaker through his phone. Honestly, it was nothing new, he shouldn't get this annoyed. Heh, better than the flea's presence I guess.

"Eh!? Isn't he the one who throws street signs everywhere? He's scary, why are you talking to him?" A female voice chimed in, only adding to Shizuo's annoyance. Everywhere he went, people were always acting terrified of him and it fucking pissed him off! The only ones who should be afraid of the blond were those who did something to annoy him, like Izaya. Well, maybe not Izaya. Shizuo didn't have a clue where they stood now.

"Shut up you two." Tom drawled to his companions. "So is there something wrong?" he asked again, the note of worry back in his voice.

Relaxing slightly, Shizuo quickly assured him, "No, nothing's wrong Tom-san, I'm just tired is all." And that much was true, he was exhausted. Getting some extra sleep would no doubt do him a world of good. "I can work extra hours later this week if you need me to." He hurried to add when the man on the other end of the line said nothing.

"Don't worry about it Shizuo." Tom reassured him immediately. "Get some rest. I'll see you day after tomorrow, yes?"

"Absolutely." Relieved, Shizuo grinned even though Tom couldn't see him. "See you then."

"Good night Shizuo." The phone clicked as the connection was cut. Tossing his phone back onto the table, Shizuo snubbed out his cigarette before slowly leaning forward and turning off the light beside his bed. As darkness swamped him, the ex-bartender exhaled, letting his exhaustion roll over him. And to think everything was normal two days ago. Okay, normal might be a stretch but at least he hadn't had to worry about Izaya doing anything weird to him.

Except you liked it…

His brain could be extremely unhelpful at times. Growling softly at the thought, the blond's eye drooped closed as he hunched over, feeling each muscle in his body slowly loosen. Maybe he had enjoyed the pleasure that had coursed through him on that roof, but after taking a day off everything would probably go back to normal and he wouldn't have to worry about this anymore. After all, the entire thing was too much of a mess for him to even dream of sorting everything out enough to understand every detail thoroughly. Better to just shove the entire damn thing away before it got out of control.

It already has gotten out of hand. If I'm being forced to take a day off, I'm already in too deep.

The image of Izaya standing across from him, eyes furious, features betraying his discomfort and coat pulled tight around him to hide the evidence of what had happened, flickered across his mind. What the hell were you thinking? He'd spat. Funny thing was, the only thought running through Shizuo's mind at the time had been that the self-proclaimed god really was only human.

With a sigh, Shizuo straightened out to lie on his back, a bemused smile crossing his face as he did so. If he was up this late because he was unable to rid his mind of the flea's taint, the informant probably wouldn't get a wink of sleep tonight either. Karma's a bitch, he thought vindictively as sleep started to descend over him like a blanket.

While Shizuo did at last succumb to the tiredness plaguing him, it was really just too bad he couldn't stop dreaming about Izaya.

The shitty flea…

A/N: I think it goes without saying that Izaya isn't kind enough to leave our lovable idiot alone. He's evil. On the bright side, smutso I'm sure we can forgive him.

Until I finish writing the next scene, bye!