Honest truths

In truth he should have expected it. He had given the damn flea everything his love and every ounce of trust he had. His reward - clearly he was the one that wasn't trusted and that...hurt. He didn't want to know everything about Mr god complex, but the way he was hiding everything. Not to mention the passing comments from the flea's father and Shiki, made him feel out of the loop, as if he was the only one who didn't know anything. Half a packet of cigarettes later and he was slowly calming, too bad about the unfortunate street signs that suffered in his wake.

He found himself in the park once again, his one safety place, where he would always meet up with Celty. Taking a seat, he took his phone from his pocket, it had been vibrating non-stop since he had left. Shaking his head, the blond slipped the device back into his pocket, before he crushed his means of communication. He should really go back to work, it wasn't fair that everything was left to Kadota and the rest of the team. Then again he was surprised they hadn't said anything about him constantly being in the flea's office. Leaning his head back, Shizuo stared at the blue sky, watching the clouds drift lazily. It always seemed to calm his mood. His eyes locked onto one that was moving, watching where it went.

Finally he was calm enough to handle his phone, removing the device from his pocket. Ignoring the call that was trying to get through, he held the button in waiting until his phone had switched off. Fishing out his flea repellent, he lit up, finishing the remainder of the pack. Closing his coffee eyes, he let his mind wander. Shizuo watched the sky darken, the sun setting and the moon rise. It was probably past time to go home. It was becoming colder, his suit barely keeping him warm. He tensed as he heard footsteps behind him, a ring less hand held onto the bench beside him.

He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that it wasn't the flea. Deep down he knew it was childish and instead of staying to face his problems, the blond had slipped back into old habits, running away. "Should you be out this late, Hanejima no nee-chan?" Shizuo drew in a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep his expression blank, failing miserably. Akabayashi stared back at him calmly, hand crafted cane against his shoulder. "I'm -" the yakuza in the red suit shook his head. "I may seem lazy, but I pick up on things. It's the eyes, you can never change what lies in them."

So he knew as well. The blond wondered if Vorona had caught on too. Then again if she had something to ask she would confront him straight away. "Are you waiting for someone?" He shook his head, caught off guard. "Hm, I'll walk with you then. I've already let Shiki no danna, know I'll be late tonight."

"I'm f-" Shizuo blinked when he was gently tapped on the head with the cane. "Come on, you still count as a work acquaintance." Shaking his head, at the laid back man, he got up from the bench, starting the walk home. It was a little awkward, Akabayashi twirling his cane and whistling beside him. Neither one of them said anything and that was more than okay with him. He'd hate it if his former colleague started offering him advice, he already knew what he had to do, it was what he should have done in the first place.

A cheerful ringtone broke into his thoughts, his gaze on Akabayashi, who was smiling at the screen. "Shiki no danna, I'm on my way...yes...sure that's fine." The way the yakuza's eyes lit up, it almost looked like... No, that couldn't be it. The man beside him ended the call, turning to look at him, placing a finger over the smile on his lips. Wow, it seemed the otaku was right about yaoi. Not that he would tell her. Shiki and Akabayashi... He didn't know how he felt about that. "Right then, lets get you home."

"Akabayashi-San, you realize I can rip signposts from the ground?" He didn't need to be escorted. "Hm? I know, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady walk home by herself." Shizuo knew he meant well, yet it still made him bristle. "I know you as Hanejima no nee-chan. That's how it will remain." And that was the end of that conversation. In a way he was relieved that Shizuka's colleagues had accepted him, if only his ones could be just as accepting. He had almost told them a year ago, that was until it was too late, Izaya had interfered already making up an excuse for Shizuka.

Shizuo slowed as they reached the end of his road. "Hand me your phone." He did as the yakuza wanted, forgetting that he had turned it off. He heard the start up tune as it was turned back on, a low whistle coming from Akabayashi. "23 missed calls. This flea seems desperate to get a hold of you." Damn now he felt worse, the flea was most likely pissed and that never ended good. "Here, I added my number." They kept walking, the yakuza staying with him until he reached the main entrance. "Well then, good night Hanejima no nee-chan."

The blond nodded taking his phone back. "Yeah, thanks Akabayashi-San." He smiled, hearing the laid back man whistling as he walked away, twirling the cane. Shaking his head, he opened the door, making his way to the top floor. Although he rarely had to use it, he did have his own key. It was small and silver, fitting neatly in the palm of his hand. Along the top were the words 'home'. The flea's little joke, in case he forgot what it was to. He could count on his fingers how many times it had been used and that was only one hand.

The blond took a deep breath, trying not to clench his fist, the last thing he wanted was to break the metal in his hand. He realised he was pacing outside and forced himself to stop. Taking a deep breath shaky hands fit the key into the lock. It was a few seconds before he turned it, letting the door open. Shizuo knew what it was, the one thing he feared over everything was rejection, he didn't know what he would do if Izaya finally decided to let him go. He had a feeling he would break completely and this time there would be no one to put him back together.

Several scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. The problem were their personalities, he was easily angered and lashed out or stormed off to avoid any damage. He knew if he had stayed and lost control, it wouldn't just be a flipped table. Then there was Mr god complex, cocky, arrogant and stubborn to the point of annoyance. The flea had his pride, he had his secrets and was too damn sexy for his own good. Not that the thought would ever leave his mouth. Shaking his head he removed the key from the door, stepping into complete darkness.

Moving his hand against the wall, the blond felt around for the light switch, gently flicking it. He blinked as the lights came on, revealing a pissed off flea sitting on the sofa, his mouth set in a scowl, arms crossed against his chest, crimson eyes narrowed. Shit! Their relationship wasn't the best, they argued, they fought, hell their last argument had been just over a month ago, when he had been accused of flirting with one of the interviewees. Sure he had tried to be nice, to cover up that his new boss would be an ass hole.

It started off with accusations, ones he had instantly denied, from there it had gone to harsh words between each other, snowballing until it turned into an all out fight in the living room, nearly all the furniture had been obliterated, while his chest suffered the same cut over and over. It was the only mark the flea had given him and it never healed.

Of course along with their fights, came the make up sex, both of them forgetting what the argument was about in the first place. It made up for lost time, it was hands on, hot and very passionate. He had learned a long time ago, that Mr god complex was a possessive lover. An awkward silence filled the newly lit room, leaving him wondering if he should leave through the still open door, close it behind him or rip it from its hinges ready to defend himself. Taking a deep breath he chose to close the door. Izaya had said nothing as of yet and it looked like he wasn't going to. "I'm back."

Letting out a sigh, he stepped past the sofa, his stomach telling him he needed to eat. Turning on the kitchen light, he found his dinner on the side. Taking off the cling film, he put the dish in the microwave, typing in a couple of minutes. It was different this time, the flea hadn't said a single biting word to him. He was acting different to usual and yes he could admit, it scared him. Maybe this time it was serious. What did he say about that? He was pulled from his thoughts as the microwave pinged.

Being careful he removed the dish, although he was strong he still got hurt, still felt pain. Closing the door and flicking the switch off, Shizuo carried his meal to the small kitchen table. Leaving the plate for a few seconds, he rummaged through the draw for cutlery.

Once he was finished, he sat back wondering what he should do now. This entire situation was stupid. It would continue until one of them gave in, which took a while. Taking another deep breath, he got up, the chair scrapping against the floor. Leaning against the door frame, he could see his fiancé still sitting in the same place.

Screw it. If that was the way he wanted it. "Don't worry about telling me. Everyone has their secrets, right?" Ah, now the flea decided to look at him. "It doesn't matter." Of course he was lying, but he hated violence. So if he managed to stay calm and find a solution, even if it meant going against what he wanted. Wasn't it still a better option? "Night, flea."

"Sit down, silly protozoan." His fingers clenched onto the banister, one foot on the bottom step. What? This was nothing like the usual. Turning slowly, he trudged over to the sofa sitting as far away from Izaya as possible. His lover uncrossed his arms, moving as close as possible, almost sitting in his lap. "Who did Shiki send?" Ah he should've known. "Akabayashi." His sly flea nodded. "As I guessed." They hadn't looked at each other yet, but now they did, emotion filled crimson eyes, looking up into what would be confused and pained. "You already went back on your promise." Shizuo shook his head. "You really think I could hate you?"

"Maybe, you know when we go to my parents..." He waited for him to continue. "You'll probably hear things about me, most, well nearly all of it will be true." Wait! Was Mr god complex actually telling him? "You heard from Shinra that I was an ass hole?" Something like that. Then again he had come to that conclusion by himself.

"When I was younger, I was pretty much a troll." The blond rose an eyebrow. "A troll? You mean those things with clubs?" Izaya laughed and it was the best thing he had heard all day. "No, you protozoan. I made people miserable. I spread rumours online, ruining people's lives. To me they were my humans to do as I wished."

Was that it? "I helped more than one person end their lives, I worked for Shiki, giving him information, for the yakuza." Really it was stupid, none of that mattered. "Owning my own company helped me...mature as my parents call it. Why aren't you saying anything?" What was there to say? That was what the flea was hiding?

So instead he thought about it. What would the flea do? The answer he came up with made him shiver. Although they had sex constantly, he had never initiated it. It was always Izaya doing all the work. Shaking his head, he could already feel his face heat up. His fiancé was sitting neatly in his lap, forcing his hand to move, he placed it on that slim but toned stomach, working on the button to his lover's pants. "Shizu-chan, what are you doing?" He couldn't help smile at the shock in Izaya's voice. "Thought I'd try what you usually do."

It was a stupid idea, he had exactly zero experience in this area, by now the crafty flea would have his pants and boxers down. His movements were slow and unsure, still he did his best, reaching into his lover's waistband, curling his hand gently around the quickly hardening cock.

Shizuo felt his face darken another shade, the throbbing organ spreading heat through his fingers, he almost let go, dropping his entire plan altogether. Within seconds and minimal movements, he found Izaya sitting where he had been and himself now kneeling on the floor. The damn flea watching him with mirth in his eyes. "Carry on, I can see you now."

Damn it, curling his fingers back around that heat, he gently moved his hand, his concentration on the task in front of him, he could feel his lover's sharp gaze on him and it only heightened his embarrassment. Deciding against the hand job, he held the length bringing his lips closer. "Shizu-chan?" Feeling that heat in his mouth as he inched forward, made him hard and he was pretty sure he would cum soon. How Izaya managed to hold out until the end, he didn't know. The blond gave the head a hesitant lick, hearing a small intake of breath above him.

Stupidly he tried to take him all in, coughing when he couldn't go any further. Removing the length from his mouth, he tried to treat the flea as Shizuka had her lollipops. His tongue licking along the underside, trying to pleasure every inch. "Ah, Shizu-chan." Smiling to himself, he repeated the movement, this time flicking his thumb across the tip, watching the small drop of precum.

Fingers entwined in his hair, pulling him closer, as he once again, tried to take him in, bobbing his head forward. "Nn! Shizu-" his eyes flickered upwards, seeing Izaya's face flushed in pleasure. He tried to look away as he felt his boxers becoming instantly damp.

Shizuo coughed as bitter fluid filled his mouth, grimacing as he automatically swallowed, backing away, he lifted his head up, a small trail of white running down the right side of his mouth. "Ugh, that's disgusting. How do you do that?" He blinked hearing a breathless laugh above him. "I quite like it, or maybe it's because it's you. You've still got some here." He didn't move as the flea leaned forward brushing his thumb against his lip. "Ne, Shizu-chan. We should argue more if that's how you act. Ah, I should've taken a picture." Shaking his head he pushed himself up from the floor. "Ugh, shut it. I need to get rid of the taste."

The blond blinked as he was yanked forward, now straddling a happy Izaya, who was already hard. His lips were taken in a heated kiss, that sinful tongue already exploring every crevice of his mouth, his body shaking at the feeling of the flea grinding up along his clothed ass. "Hm, doesn't taste that bad." The glint in those eyes told him he was in for a long night.

Coffee eyes blinked as he yawned completely exhausted. If anything his little distraction stunt had only served to heighten Izaya's libido, leaving him thoroughly fucked, in need of a new sofa and still awake at three in the morning. "Tired?" Forcing his eyes open he glared at his lover. "Who's fault is that?" They had finally reached the bed, both climbing under the covers. "Yours, Shizu-chan. For tempting me. What did you expect me to do when you take the initiative like that? Hm, will you play with yourself next time?" Not a chance in hell. That was embarrassing enough.

Shizuo jumped as he was straddled. Not again. It wasn't the case, the flea placed a hand either side of his face, holding his head, crimson eyes bored into his own, like a demon from hell. "It's not fair, Shizu-chan, you keep trying to run away. Really I want to break you, keep you tied up and locked away, so that you only belong to me. Maybe I should."

Izaya's voice made him shudder, the promises in that tone, told him his lover was perfectly serious. "I would have if we had met before. I would have been the one teasing you, taking advantages of your weakness. I could've blackmailed you with Kasuka-kun too. I could have bound you with invisible strings and you wouldn't realise until it was too late, until the threads strangled you."

His eyes widened, he could feel his pulse speed up. One hand dropped, the other gently caressing his cheek. "Do you get it now? You're shaking Shizu-chan." Forcing himself to still his nerves, he raised his hand covering the gentle one on his cheek. "The past doesn't matter, right? Izaya is Izaya." Still the same annoying flea, who he had fallen in love with.

Crimson eyes blinked, laughter filling the room. "Really? That's your answer? Such a protozoan." Shizuo shook his head. "Those were your words, flea. I guess it just means we're both monsters." Mr god complex climbed off of him, settling under the covers, arms wrapped around his waist, spooning him. "No, Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan." Closing his eyes, he felt himself drift off to sleep, a smile on his face. What could have been a fatal argument avoided.

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