The future

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The walk to the shower was the most painful thing he had done in his life. His lower body was sore and abused. He moved as quick as he could, grabbing a towel and a cloth. Shizuo slumped inside the shower, managing to turn on the water, letting the spray cascade over him. He had finally given everything, his trust, every inch of his body. Izaya had it all. Past the dulling pain, he didn't feel any different.

If anything he was glad, he had given all he had to give, from now on they could only go forward. For the first time he was satisfied, everything was fine and going well. His gaze dropped to his empty finger, knowing the question he was being asked, knowing exactly how he would answer. Wringing the cloth under water, he set to cleaning himself up, grimacing at the blood.

Once he was done, Shizuo stepped out feeling slightly better, wrapping the towel around his waist, he moved gingerly from the room. His clothes were already folded neatly on the bed, Izaya sitting next to them. Crimson eyes looked up as he entered the room, those eyes drinking in his body. "How are you feeling?" Shizuo shot a glare at him. "What do you think?" The flea smirked at him. "You know you liked it, Shizu-chan."

The blond scoffed, wincing as he sat on the bed, noticing the duvet was different. "Shut up, flea. You changed the covers?" Mr god complex nodded. "They're in the wash, we sort of made a mess." He nodded grabbing his boxers and putting them on. "Shouldn't you be back at work?"

"I'm the boss, I'll go back when I want. Besides I can't leave my Shizu-chan alone." The blond shook his head, pulling the long shirt on and buttoning it. "You should go back. I'll be fine." Lifting the covers back he climbed in, making himself comfortable. "I'm going to sleep, see you tonight." He felt a weight on him, looking up into those all seeing eyes. "Don't run away, Shizu-chan. I won't let you." The blond leaned up, kissing him lightly. "I'm still here,Izaya. Give me back my gummy ring." The flea seemed to relax, sliding the sweet back on his finger. "See you later,Shizu-chan."

Another kiss and then the flea was gone, he watched him leave through the door, before turning over, wincing at the movement. Closing his eyes, he let himself fall asleep, tiredness taking over, but feeling completely satisfied and for once completely relaxed and problem free.

Shizuo stirred, turning over and opening his eyes. His lover was leaning on the door frame, arms folded against his chest. Sitting up he ran a hand through his hair. "You have some creepy hobbies." The flea grinned strolling into the room. "Only when it comes to you, Shizu-chan." Tilting his head he accepted the kiss, keeping it innocent, he didn't think his body had recovered yet. "I wasn't sure whether or not to wake you. Dinner is ready." The blond nodded, climbing out of the bed. "What time is it?"

"It's just gone half seven, you sleep a lot, Shizu-chan." He shook his head with a soft growl. "And who's fault is that?" Izaya turned back to him with a grin. "Maybe you need more stamina." Shizuo smiled back. "Maybe you should keep your dick in your pants." He let out a soft groan as he fell backwards landing on the bed, Izaya straddling his stomach. "You love it, showing me that face." His breath hitched as the flea held onto his wrists, his mouth brushing against his ear. "Being so wanton, always asking for more." Shizuo bit his lip, feeling the very familiar stir in his abdomen. "You're the one always acting like a horny teenager."

Shizuo shivered seeing the pure lust in those crimson eyes. If they carried on he would be devoured again and nothing would get done. "Get off me and let's eat." The flea smirked down at him, licking a trail along his neck. "I am eating." The blond shook his head, shifting away. "Not me, you damn flea. I thought you wanted my answer?" That worked, the smirk fading, crimson eyes becoming serious. The weight vanished, letting him sit up. "See you downstairs." Shizuo and blinked, shaking his head as he stood, following after Izaya.

Mr god complex had already put their food on the table, in the living room. Shizuo took a seat next to him reaching for the remote, once the tv was on, he picked up his fork and dug in. "What was that stunt with the chocolate?" He finished his mouthful before he spoke.

He received a laugh in response. "You should cut down on all those sweets." Shizuo sighed. "If my emotions weren't stable, you would've gone through a window." Izaya shrugged, hand on his. "Ah, but you'd never hurt me. Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan." Those words always made him smile, the words that broke him, poisoned his mind and saved him. Shrugging the hand off, he went back to eating his dinner. Both he and Izaya finished at the same time, laying down their knives and forks. Mr god complex took the plates away, returning seconds later. Shizuo sat there, control in his palm flicking through the channels.

The sofa dipped, warmth brushed along his side, Izaya sitting next to him. He put the control down, just in time to catch the small package, he was thrown. His eyes widened as he opened his palm, seeing the dark blue box. He knew what it was, he had seen enough of it in Kasuka's movies. Trying to keep his breathing even, he opened the lid, seeing a simple silver ring laying on a small dark cushion. It was simple, but beautiful, something he would have expected Mr god complex to buy.

Running his thumb gently over the edge, he turned to Izaya. "Aren't you going to do it properly?" He was faced with a brief look of confusion, before it faded as quickly as it had appeared, the usual smirk replacing it. "Are you going to give me an answer?" Neither one of them looked away from the other.

Shizuo jolted as Izaya crouched in front of him, in one swift movement. He said nothing waiting for his lover to continue. "Whats wrong? Shizu-chan. You're usually a lot more vocal, when I'm between your legs." The blond jolted as his hand was grabbed. His breath hitching, when his ring finger was lost in the wet cavern that was his lover's mouth.

It was released only seconds later, the gummy ring gone, a look of distaste on the flea's face. "How do you eat these? Ugh, that's gross. I'll get cavities" Deciding to spare him, he ducked his head, meshing his lips against Izaya's soft ones. He could taste the sweetness, as he flicked his tongue, flipping the sweet onto his tongue and withdrawing before Izaya could deepen it, leading to the usual.

"Shizuo." His gaze snapped forward, hearing his real name, that so rarely left Izaya's lips. And there he was, kneeling in front of him on one knee. In his held out palm, there was the small box. "Shizuo Heiwajima, will you marry me?" The blond let out the laugh that was bubbling in his chest. "How do you do it? Izaya." He gave a crooked smile, nodding his head. "Everything is so easy for you. You know everything about me." Not realising he had clenched his fingers, he relaxed them, watching as the silver ring was slid slowly onto his finger. "Shizu-chan, you know everything about me that's important."

"But if its what you want, I'll teach you." Shizuo folded his fingers over Izaya's hand. "I love you, Shizu-chan. I'm never letting you go." He smiled up into crimson eyes, his new fiancé sitting in his lap. "I love you too, Izaya." His heart stopped at that smile and then they were locking lips. "Hm, Is that a yes then?"

"What do you think?" His arms wrapped around the flea's back, the other's arms around his neck. "You're mine, Shizu-chan." And you're mine, Izaya. He blinked hearing the words echo in his mind. They belonged to each other. He had thought it would go further, but Izaya let go of him, climbing from his lap. They sat together on the sofa, side by side.

Shizuo sighed in bliss, closing his eyes. This was where he wanted to be, In his lovers arms. A thought hit him, his mouth opening as he dead panned. "I'm not wearing a dress." Mr god complex laughed. "Are you sure? It would suit you." The blond growled. "Why don't you wear one?" Crimson eyes gleamed. "Ah, but wouldn't that be embarrassing for you?" Shizuo kept quiet, his face flushing. "I should call Kasuka and let him know." A slim arm wrapped around his waist. "Stay here, silly protozoan." With a sigh he sat back down.

He spent the evening, curled up with Izaya , teasing each other and pretending to watch tv. His gaze kept dropping to his finger, seeing the ring. His lover was humming an annoying tune, head resting on his shoulder. "Shut it, flea." He couldn't see through the dark, but he knew Izaya was smirking. "Make me."

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed." Prying himself away from his lover, he made his way upstairs, getting ready for bed. Taking of his shirt, he slid under the covers, letting his eyes close. He heard the light switch go off, a rustling and then the bed dipped, warm arms pulling him close. "Good night, Shizu-chan." Leaning into the warmth he let himself go, falling deeper.

The next morning, Shizuo opened his eyes, blinking away the sleepy dust. A yawn escaped him, looking up into crimson eyes. "Go back to sleep, Shizu-chan." Ignoring him, he sat up glancing over at the time. "Its still early and Saturday. Lets sleep in." Letting out a sigh, he lay back against the pillows. "Are you going to be like this when we're married?" The arms around him tightened. "Probably not. Are you going to be more honest?" Shizuo shrugged. "Probably not. So I'd be Shizuo Orihara?" It didn't sound too bad. "Do you really want to keep your name?"

No he didn't. It had brought him too much pain, the only good thing that came from his family was Kasuka. He didn't want anything to do with his mother or father. No, Heiwajima would become the past. The new beginning would be as an Orihara. Trust the flea to know that, he knew everything.

His thoughts swirled in his mind, cut short when Izaya spoke. "Ne, Shizu-chan. At some point you'll have to talk to your parents." Shizuo said nothing. "And you'll have to meet mine." His eyes widened at that. "Of course they'll be at the wedding. My mother is Kyouko. My father is Shirou. I have two younger twin sisters Mairu and Kururi. Unfortunately they have an unhealthy obsession for a certain actor." His lover smirked. "When they find out he's your brother, they won't leave him alone."

He should have guessed, Izaya's sisters would be fans, still they would come to that point in the future. Shizuo gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before settling back under the covers. "Thanks." For saving him, giving him everything and telling him just a little about himself. His gaze dropped to the ring. They had all the time they wanted for him to learn.

"You know, I can't wait for you to tell Kasuka-kun." The blond raised an eyebrow. "Why? You know he doesn't like you." Crimson eyes gleamed. "Ah, Shizu-chan. You still have to introduce him to his new brother in law." Shizuo sighed, so that's why he wanted to see him. "Honestly, what did I do to get stuck with you?"

"Just lucky, Shizu-chan." The blond smirked. "Or maybe it's all those mirrors, I broke. That's a lifetime of bad luck." Seeing the look in his lover's eyes, he climbed out of the bed,making a quick escape. Not quick enough, he was easily caught. He found himself laying on the sheets, looking up at the ceiling. "You need to do something about your over active sex drive." Within seconds he was stripped, succumbing to Izaya's touches. "It's been a week, Shizu-chan. I'm making up for lost time." The blond's sigh was cut off, horrified as a moan left him. Damn it. Why was his body so sensitive?

Why was Izaya so good at making him cave? "Wait, flea." Crimson eyes stared down at him. "You can do anything you want tomorrow, just let me off today." Slim fingers skimmed down his side. "Izaya, I've been stuck at home all week." Shizuo sighed in relief as that look drained, Mr god complex closing his eyes, as the bed dipped. "I'll make us some breakfast." The blond nodded. "Thanks, I need to make some calls." He needed to make sure the first people that knew, were Kasuka and Celty, before anyone else found out.

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