This chapter is a little bit longer and there's a lot more detail now that things have settled down. A lot happens in this chapter so you're in for a treat!
I put some notes at the bottom crediting a song I used in this chapter, feel free to check it out~
Enjoy!

Izaya

Just as I had planned.

"Y-You're joking, right?" I heard the brute stutter next to me.

"I'm not, Heiwajima-kun. I really think you and Orihara-kun have some issues to work out as adults. You're not kids anymore," Okimura-sensei continued. "Who knows, maybe you two could even become friends after this," he said sanguinely as he was walking away.

The blonde looked at me for a moment, opening his mouth to say something, then closed it before whatever idiotic comment had a chance to leave his lips, turning towards the front door. Most likely for a nicotine fix.

I walked over to the front desk where a young brunette, probably in her early 20's, sat typing on a computer.

"Can I help you, sir?" she asked without looking up from the screen.

A smile quirked at the corner of my lips, already amused at the potential of the conversation before me.

"I think you can do more than help me," I purred, leaning against the counter with a sly grin across my face.

She canted her head, a little confused, but her face instantly changed when our eyes met. A slight blush dusted her fair skin. More often than not did I catch the attention of the women, and I was more than happy to play along.

I stared down into wide, doe-eyes of the front desk assistant. Her unmoving gaze was locked with mine and I felt my own eyes twinkle back a charming smile.

Most of the girls I had been around, especially at school, were the type to sweet talk into just about anything I asked from them without giving it a second thought. It was a lot easier than some people believed to win over the delicate hearts of female schoolmates or strangers I met on an evening stroll in Ikebukuro. A compliment here and there, and a small laugh at a cheap joke, were just a few things that were the key to a young lady looking for love. Alas, to their disdain, I was simply never interested. To me, they were all the same; little things to play with.

"O-Oh!" she stuttered in attempt to compose herself. "What can I do for you?"

I smiled, inclining closer to the flushed girl. "The real question is what can I do for you?" What's a beautiful young lady like yourself working at a place like this? You should be relaxing and enjoying it here instead, ne?" I responded smoothly as I leaned on an elbow, getting comfortable at the spot.

"I, um, had a job offer, and well..." she laughed tenderly, waving off the comment. "It's not so bad. I enjoy myself here sometimes...Are you looking for something fun to do during your stay?" she asked, straightening in her chair in a professional manner.

"Only if you'll accompany me," I said in a low voice with a wink.

Her face instantly flushed red, and I couldn't help but widen my smile before I continued, changing the subject. "Actually," I quickly glanced down to her name tag, "Masami-chan, I have an entirely different problem..."

"Y-Yes?"

"You see, while I was indulging in your fine resort's outdoor activities, I seem to have misplaced the key to my room, so I'm locked out..." I chuckled inwardly to myself, feigning embarrassment. "If it's not too much trouble...I was wondering if I could have another one?" I looked up at her smiling.

"O-Oh! Of course! You poor thing, you must be so cold!" she said sympathetically unlocking a drawer full of empty key cards. "I'll just need your room number and ID."

"Ah, sadly I don't have my wallet on me, it's in my room…" I offered my best helpless expression. "Pathetic, aren't I?" I said to sound completely at a loss.

"Oh, well, that's not a problem. Just the room number is fine."

"Room 1221," Shizu-chan's room."I'm Kyohei Kadota."

She swiped the card, plugged some numbers into the computer and handed me the key with a bright, white smile.

"Enjoy the rest of your stay Kyohei-san. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to call down," she said, blushing still, with a wave.

"Don't think I won't take you up on that~." I flashed a grin before turning on my heel.

The number one rule to getting something from a human is through flattery.

There was an extra skip in my step as I headed up to my old room, unlocking it with my original key. Several duffle bags were sitting on one of the neatly made beds.

Good, Kadota's things have already been moved.

I grabbed my bags from the corner of the room, which had yet to be unpacked, and went back out to the door across the hall. There was no answer when I knocked.

He's probably going through that entire pack of cancer sticks...I tsked mentally.

I unlocked the door my newly acquired key and stepped inside. The room was surprisingly tidy for a monster to be living in it. I guess I had expected something like claw marks on the wall and shattered picture frames. I shrugged, taking my things over to the bed by the window, and not the one that looked like it had recently been slept in. The whole unpacking process took about 15 minutes, and I kept my things organized and separated from the brutes belongings, making myself right at home.

Taking a seat on my new bed and propping my back up with pillows, I opened up my laptop and read the tiny numbers in the corner. 7:24.

I'll do a little bit of work and then go wash those wet clothes from earlier...

By the time I had signed into the wifi and checked a few emails, not even 10 minutes had passed before I heard the door click open. I looked up to see the blonde standing in the doorway. He stared at me in disgust briefly before turning to the closet to grab some clothes. Without saying a word, he headed straight for the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on behind the closed door.

Ignoring me, hmm? How petty of you.

I shut my laptop, taking the opportunity to change into something a little more comfortable.

I chose my grey pullover from the closet and a pair of black, polyester shorts. Dressing quickly, I slid on a pair of complimentary slippers and stuffed my phone and my wallet into my pocket, grabbing the bag of wet clothes from our earlier escapade.

I headed down the elevator into the lobby once more, asking my dear Masami-chan at the front desk where the laundry room was.

Happy to help me once more, she showed me the way on a small map of the resort.

"You'll also need these tokens," she said handing me several gold coins. "They don't take yen."

"And how much do I owe you for these?" I asked politely, already reaching into pocket for my wallet.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Kyohei-san, it's on me," she said smiling with pink cheeks.

"You're sure? That's awfully thoughtful of you," I said in a velvety voice that only made her fidget more in her chair.

"I'm sure," she nodded and smiled. "Come back if you need anything else."

"Thank you for everything once again~!" I called behind me as I walked out of the lobby.

I followed the directions she gave me, finding the empty laundry room with no problems. Starting a load with the tokens was easy enough after carefully examining the selection of flavorful detergents. I settled on something lavender scented, and took a seat up on the counter on the adjacent side of the room.

While I waited for the machine to finish it's round, I responded to several messages on my cell phone from my new employer. I had recently gotten a job collecting assortments of information on people. It was simple enough and had always been a hobby of mine, so when the opportunity for income came up, I took my chance. Not to mention, I would be making respectable pay. The only side of the bargain that remained shady was that I was working with adults who were constantly getting their hands dirty, if you know what I mean.

Before I knew it, the chime of the washing machine completing its cycle sang in the empty space. I got up to put my damp clothes in a dryer and went back to take my seat on top the of the counter once again.

I pulled the rest of the gold tokens out of my pocket, examining their unique detail, when suddenly I heard the door open and close across the room. Shizuo walked in wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue sweatpants. His blonde hair looked only half dry and in one of his ears was a headphone connected to a white wire that trailed down into his pocket. He didn't seem to see me sitting there as I continued to observe him, but it looked like we had the same idea as he carried in his damp clothing.

Walking over to one of the washing machines, he put in a his laundry and filled the cartridge with detergent. I wasn't able to tell which scent he had gone with, but if I had to guess he probably chose something obnoxiously sweet smelling.

He began digging in his pocket for what sounded like some loose change to start the machine. I saw him place a couple coins in the slots and try to push the contraption back to release them. He tried again and again, and the smile on my face grew wider each failed attempt as I watched the brute get frustrated. Finally, I decided to end my source of entertainment before he broke something that he couldn't pay for.

"It doesn't take yen."

He jumped in surprise at the sound of my voice and looked back at me confused.

"Huh?" Too startled to hold back the usual malice in his bark, he sounded only puzzled. Whether it was a response to my comment or my presence, I wasn't sure. Nor did I care.

I hopped off the edge of the counter where I had been perched, and walked towards the taller male struggling with the appliance.

"It doesn't take yen," I repeated standing next to him. "Here." I held out my hand full of tokens. "I thought you might need one," I said without even a hint of emotion.

"Oh...thanks." I could tell he felt uncomfortable expressing his gratitude towards me, but I disregarded it.

"Mhmm," I hummed in response as I went back to retake my seat.

When he finished starting up the machine, he came over to sit on the counter a couple feet away from me, however it was a closer distance than I had expected. Since conversation wasn't going to strike up, I leaned my head back against wall to get comfortable and closed my eyes. Time passed as we sat silently together, the sound of running machinery as white noise in the background. Without realizing it, I began to doze off, drifting into a light sleep.

I hadn't checked my phone for the time before I shut my eyes, but I was sure my nap was only a matter of minutes before I heard the soft, pleasant humming of a tune I was unfamiliar with. I opened my eyes slowly, looking over at the blonde sitting next to me. His eyes were closed, arms crossed against his chest, and his lips barely moved as he sung quietly along with whatever he was listening to. I sat up, curiosity getting the better of me, and edged closer to the man. I was able to hear the faint music play out of the mini-speakers of his headphones, and he was singing a little louder now, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song. I scooted dangerously closer, bringing my ear a few inches away from his lips.

I concentrated hard as I tried to follow along, and very much to my surprise, he wasn't bad. His voice actually sounded...good? Low, but melodic. It was...soothing, almost, in it's own way. What was even more of a surprise, was that he wasn't singing in our native Japanese. He was singing in English.

Who would have thought a brute like you could sing, let alone in another language with a near perfect accent… I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. My mistake.

"The fuck, flea?!" the blonde exclaimed, obviously startled.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, kicking myself a little for ruining my cover.

"What?" he questioned me, a hint of confusion and irritation colouring his voice.

"Singing," I said as if it was plain as day. "Why did you stop?"

His face flushed slightly, "I-I thought you were asleep..." he muttered embarrassed, eyes looking anywhere but into mine.

"You're not bad, you know," I said with a casual smile and not my signature smirk, sitting back down next to him, our shoulders brushing.

"Th-Thanks..." he said looking away, squirming uncomfortably, but I didn't mind.

"I didn't know you liked foreign music...Which isn't like me, I usually know everything," I stated matter-of-factually.

"Oh, well...my brother is really into American rock music, so I kinda picked it up from him..." He confessed, and I could tell he was feeling more than a little uneasy having a 'normal' conversation with me.

"I see...Mind if I listen?" Without waiting for an answer, I took the earphone that had fallen out onto his shoulder and tucked it into my ear. I expected him to push me entirely off the counter, I had even braced for it, but instead his response was different.

"Um...I guess not..."

I waited patiently for him to press the play button on his mp3 player. When the music started, I focused all of my attention on every little detail of the song, doing my best to remember what I had studied in my English classes.

"If you had a day,

would you give me a moment?

Would you allow our play

to leave no bone unbroken?

Let's love, like 17.

I'm in love with poisoning.

Only bring your pretty, frightful gifts to me.

Let's love, and kill like 17 now..."

The rest of the song continued to play, putting me in a pleasurable daze. When it ended, I looked up at the blonde with a smile. "What song was that?"

"Er, '17 Crimes' by AFI...you like it or somethin'?" he asked sounding more accusational than I was sure he intended.

"Actually, yes, I do." I too, felt awkward but didn't let it show through like he did.

"They're Kasuka's favourite...Mine too, I guess," he said, looking away from me as he talked about himself so casually.

I have to admit, it was strange talking so normally with the most abnormal person I knew. The thought of the monster staying calm for more than five minutes was earth shattering information in itself.

The sound of the dryer finishing it's drying cycle sang from across the room. We looked at each other uncomfortably again, and it was then that we both realized how close we really were to one another before I quickly got up. I took my warm clothes out and put them back in my bag and started towards the door. I looked back at him one last time, bringing up one of my less used smiles. "See you back at the room, Shizu-chan~," I sung waving my fingers playfully.

As I closed the door behind me, I wasn't able to ignore the slight flutter in my chest.

Shizuo

When I arrived back at the room, the louse was, as expected, sitting on his new bed with his laptop at hand, typing away. He didn't say anything when I walked in. In fact, he didn't say anything for the next hour as he sat on his computer while I flipped through channels on the room's too-large TV.

It was past our new curfew so we couldn't do much else but endure the awkward silence between us. I wasn't sure what exactly had happened in the laundry room, but it definitely wasn't the Izaya I knew...especially in contrast to earlier that day.

He must be up to something. I concluded. He has to be...He's the one that got us into trouble in the first place, and now he's nice all of the sudden?

Something about that just didn't sit right with me...

I turned off the television, my thoughts becoming a nuisance to me. "I'm going to go to bed now, so..."

Without even blinking, let alone stopping to look up, he just waved a hand in my direction saying, "feel free to turn the lights out, I'll be up a bit longer."

I grunted in agreement and turned the lamp on the bedside table off. I rolled over onto my side to face away from the flea and his bright screen. Closing my eyes, I tried relaxing my sore muscles on the foamy mattress. The soft clicking Izaya typing was oddly soothing, and it was the last thing I could remember before falling into a deep slumber...

I was back in darkness as I began to regain some sort of consciousness. The first thing I could do was feel myself laying down on something soft. My hands twitched a little as I started to come out of sleep paralysis, and I was able to grip what felt like sheets under me.

Good to know I was in the safety of my own bed again.

Next, I began to taste the dryness of my mouth, like it had completely stopped producing saliva. I tried swallowing, but my throat got caught up in the dryness and I coughed instead. I slowly began to regain my hearing.

When my coughing had subsided, I attempted opening my eyes, but to no avail. I let out a sigh.

I supposed it would come eventually...

That's when I heard it. A sort of low chuckle coming from above me. I knew that laugh anywhere.

My eyes wanted to snap open, but my body refused. I pushed my upper body off of what I guessed was a bed, and looked up with closed eyes, narrowing them anyway.

My voice was shaky for some reason when I spoke. "W-What do you want, flea?"

The only response I got was another dark laugh, louder this time.

I tried sitting up more, but felt something hard kick me in the chest making me fall back onto the bed with the wind knocked out of me.

The, I'm assuming, foot, remained on my chest, pinning me down. I felt him shift above me and lower himself down to sit on my stomach. That familiar, bitter-sweet smell filled my nostrils once more.

I spoke up again, weakly because of the lack of air. "What do you want with me? Why is this happening?"

I waited for a response from him, but got nothing. All was silent for which seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly, I felt a cool hand brush against my cheek. I flinched at the touch, but he didn't stop. I felt hopeless, sitting there blindly as the man above me glided his cold fingers down my face, neck, and chest. He paused for a moment on the side of my developing pectorals to hold a nipple between two of his fingers, then squeezed it painfully tightly. I let out a hiss as he did so, but he just continued to laugh and trace the muscles further down on my stomach. His hand paused every once and a while to draw along the outlines of my faint abdominal muscles. It felt like he was almost admiring them, but I couldn't tell with closed eyes.

He began working his hands back up, stopping at my shoulders to grab onto them. I could feel him move on top of me, and he breathed close to my ear. "Shizu-chan~," his low voice purred darkly, giving me goosebumps. I turned my head away, but he grabbed my face forcefully between his hand and snapped it back to face him. His hand squished my cheeks together uncomfortably, and I didn't have to have to see to know he was mocking me with a smile.

"Shi-zu-chan~," he spelled out the syllables of my name in a whisper. I tried my hardest not to cringe at the sound, but couldn't help the shiver that ran through me.

Why was my body acting so strangely? Why wasn't I getting up to punch the flea's face in? Why was I so...weak?

I felt his cold tongue run down from my ear to my neck, stopping every so often to suck on it hungrily. I gripped the sheets tighter as he did so, conscious not to rip them, to prevent the sound wanting to escape my lips. I would just endure it until I woke up.

He let go of my face and moved his hand down to my lower abdomen pausing at the waistband of my sweatpants. He lifted it up slowly, pulling at an angle before letting it go to snap back down on my skin lower than I would have liked. I hissed again, but he just chuckled as he bit and sucked harder on my neck. I could feel my skin bruising under the pressure as his tongue and teeth worked simultaneously. Ever so slightly, and out of my control, my neck turned, allowing him more access. I could feel him take advantage of the opportunity, as he continued sucking away at my tender skin with those hungry lips. As much as I hated but couldn't help it, I felt my pants become slightly less accommodating as he did so.

Why was I allowing this? It couldn't have possibly felt good?!

I subconsciously shook my head at the thought. This however, only made the other man stop what he was doing to question my actions. "Is there something wrong, Shizu-chan?" his voice was hushed but seductive.

"N-No...yes...I don't know..." I replied with uncertainty tainting my answer.

At that he just chuckled again. "Your body doesn't seem to think so~." He slapped his hand down and grabbed my growing erection. I let out a groan in pain, but my body grew more excited at the touch. He began to move the palm of his hand up and down the front of my lower region. "I bet no one has ever even touched you like this, ne?" his voice was low and demeaning.

I felt my face get hot with embarrassment, turning my away from his.

"I'm glad I could be your first. Besides...your innocence does things to me too~," he chimed, but his voice remained velvety smooth. The way he said it made me fidget under his touch, embarrassed for him to so bluntly state the humiliating fact...About being my first time, that is. No one had ever touched me this way.

I opened my mouth to reply with something, but before I could speak, I felt his mouth crash into mine. Our second kiss.

The kiss was full of passion, almost too much for me to handle. I was still for a while as he hungrily nipped at my lower lip. His tongue made its way into my mouth, flicking against my own in a "come here" motion, as his hand still worked around my arousal. It became too much, and I eventually gave in, gently kissing him back. He readily accepted, as his tongue danced with my amateur one. His taste overwhelmed my senses, making my head spin and my mouth water. Our kiss was deep and full of heat. I was so entirely aroused at this point, I could almost no longer hold it in...

I would like to give credit to the band AFI (A Fire Inside) for inspiring this entire fic. If you couldn't already tell from the AFI related sub-references throughout the story so far, that is. They're an amazing band, one of my favs. When I first listened to "17 Crimes" (above) it was like they were describing the relationship between these two love birds perfectly! I just had to include it. (Also for those who don't know, I named this fic after their song "Love Like Winter". I highly suggest YouTubing the music video for it. It's amazing. So much perfection...and snow...and magic...and angst.