A/N: I say one thing, I do another. Sorry. T.T
I've had a revelation. (Well, actually a wonderful commenter nvm pointed it out to me) Everything that has happened thus far occurs within the space of one day. If I go with what I want, I'm rushing things. It's tempting (and believe me, I hate it when authors don't follow through on what they say they're going to do) but for the good of this story, I'm not going to push it.
I hope the bit of stuff in this chapter and the last were enough to partially satisfy you for now. You will get your smut, as much smut as I can fit in.
But first, fluffy angst. Buckets of fluffy angst. Enormous steaming piles of fluffy angst.
Please, enjoy.
Shizuo groaned as he woke up. The room was dim but for the last remnants of daylight that were refracting through his tiny windows. Sitting up, Shizuo looked at his couch with a sort of miffed disdain as he rubbed the crick in his neck away. The hell am I doing in-
A truly irresistible smell met his nose and Shizuo groaned again, more loudly this time as a mess of instincts and feelings hit him like a truck. Izaya, the fucking flea. My Omega…? Remembering what had transpired, Shizuo felt a headache build behind his temples. Fuck. No, wait, that was the opposite of what he should be thinking right now. Not with Izaya no more than a few steps and a door away. His thoughts scrambled once more and Shizuo rubbed his eyes, irritated.
I need a cigarette…
Getting up in search of said vice, Shizuo sniffed the air and couldn't help but notice a change. His apartment, which had never smelled of anything other than powerful Alpha, now had his Omega's pheromones drifting through it. Oddly enough, the smell was a calming one, something about it soothing away the tension in the blond's shoulders. Earlier -was it really only today?- the smell of Izaya's heat had been intoxicating, dizzying even, but right now, Shizuo just felt relaxed.
And to a certain extent that made sense. Izaya, an individual that his instincts vehemently insisted he protect, was safe and under his care. The act of protecting what he deemed was his was an innate part of any Alpha's psyche. It was normal. But Shizuo couldn't shake the feeling there was more to it than simple natural urges alone. Thinking about it isn't going to do shit, I've already obsessed over it enough. He'd spent a good hour previously merely starting at his wall, irritable, thinking himself into painful loops that never ended. Until Izaya woke up, Shizuo had no way of knowing whether the Omega would stay with him or leave.
At the thought of Izaya, still in the midst of his heat if the smell permeating Shizuo's apartment was any indication, getting up and leaving his protective care, the blond felt a horrible gnawing sensation tear at his insides. Feh, I'm being fucking stupid. Irritated at his own irrationality, Shizuo snatched the carton of cigarettes off the table where he'd left them and clenched one between his teeth, almost breaking it. Forcing his movements to remain steady, Shizuo lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled gratefully, relaxing as his thoughts reordered themselves.
Really, he wasn't even sure what he was supposed to feel. All the things that had happened within the last twelve hours didn't even seem real. Letting his gaze wander towards the door behind which Izaya was sleeping, Shizuo chuckled softly. One moment he hated the flea, or at least would rather fight him than anything else, and the next he was desperate to keep him safe. It didn't make sense, no matter which way Shizuo twisted it. Yet somehow, the absurdity of it all amused him.
At least Izaya wasn't awake yet. If he had been, Shizuo had little doubt in his mind that he'd have had another fight on his hands. The slippery informant didn't just let shit happen to him, he always had to go against the flow, always had to push back. There wasn't any room for just accepting reality as it was with Izaya. Shizuo would have been miserable living like that.
Distantly, Shizuo wondered if that trademark stubbornness had come from Izaya's constant fight against who he was. The blond couldn't even imagine what it must have been like, forced to combat biology, something that never changed, for his entire life. There were so few Omegas who had real power, was it any wonder that Izaya had hated it? Shizuo was just so used to running with what life gave him that it would never have occurred to him to suppress nature, learning to cope was so much simpler, so much less painful.
But then again, was it? He honestly had no way of knowing.
Watching the smoke drift through his tiny kitchen, the blond sighed. Whatever Izaya did when he, at last, woke up, Shizuo would deal with it as best he could, hopefully in a way that would benefit the Omega. Maybe in doing so, the blond could prove that he wasn't a piece of shit.
Why Shizuo felt that needed proving, well, he wasn't sure he could answer that. The possibilities all unnerved him. None of them were easy and most of them would no doubt scare Izaya if he were to give them voice. After earlier today, frightening the flea was the last thing Shizuo wanted.
Honestly, the matter was simple. If he wanted Izaya to stay then he was going to do his best to keep his Omega where he was, and he wasn't going to question why because that strayed too far into territory he was too sober to think about.
His plodding contemplations ended as his cigarette ran out and started to burn his fingers. Muttering a foul word under his breath, Shizuo snubbed out the remainder of the stick and took a moment to run his hands through his hair. Well and truly fucked, aren't I?
That sentiment only intensified as a wave of Izaya's pheromones drifted past Shizuo, making him feel light-headed. Tentatively glancing towards his bedroom door, the blond's heart leapt into his throat as the soft sounds of Izaya's panicked gasps, a sound he'd become all too familiar with recently, drifted to him. Shit, I knew this would happen. He'd know that Izaya would wake up and panic but Shizuo hadn't realized how upset it would make him
As he got up and slowly advanced towards the door, the gasps turned into pitiful whimpers. At this point, the only thing keeping Shizuo at bay, several yards from his own bedroom door, were the powerful pheromones billowing up in his face. He felt drunk off of them, intoxicated, and that was a problem. If Izaya was panicking, the last thing the Omega needed was for Shizuo to jump him. It was clear the raven was in pain, no doubt because of his heat. He needed help, not more problems. Shizuo could feel his own rut acting up, filling him with hormones and desire but he fought it, pushed it back down. I can do this.
From inside his room, Izaya moaned and Shizuo wished he'd lit another cigarette because fuck, he could feel himself getting hard just listening to to noises coming from the flea. I've got to keep myself under control! What if I make things worse? As a keening cry came from Izaya, Shizuo's patience broke and he walked towards the door, resolute. If his Omega was in pain, it was Shizuo's job to do something about it, no matter how uncomfortable he might be.
As his hand touched the knob, he heard Izaya sob softly. Gritting his teeth, Shizuo pushed open the door. "Izaya?" he asked softly, unsure of what he was going to find.
He was answered with a soft moan that came from the mass of writhing sheets in the middle of his bed. Shizuo's eyes widened in alarm as Izaya, presumably, thrashed about in a panic, his breath coming in what sounded like short painful gasps. Apparently, his assumption that the flea would be merely angry with him had been wrong. "Izaya," he snapped, moving forward towards the scared Omega. "Fucking stop, you're only making it worse."
The moment his hands touched the sheets Izaya scrambled back, choking as he spat, "Don't touch me! G-get away from me Shizu-chan!" Everything reeked of fear and pheromones, making it hard to breathe. Shizuo wasn't sure why his heart ached, seeing the proud informant reduced to this state, he only knew that it hurt. Izaya shouldn't be like this, he wasn't supposed to be terrified and weak, he was supposed to be strong.
Frustrated with Izaya and with his own confusing feelings, Shizuo growled, "Fucking hold still flea, you're hurting yourself!" You're hurting me, he dared not add.
"I don't care!" The Omega's voice was a shrill wail, only making the terror he was feeling more obvious. The tangle of sheets curled up further, still trying to get away from Shizuo, trying to make himself a smaller target, as if he really had something to fear. Does he really think I'm going to hurt him? Shizuo thought in dismay. "I h-hate you!"
I suppose this is my fault. Shizuo sighed softly, moved towards the bed and scooped up Izaya's pitiful, trembling mass of sheets before sitting himself down and hugging the shrouded flea tight. For a moment Izaya continued to struggle, fruitlessly, but as Shizuo increased the protective pressure around the panicked raven, he stilled. "Tough shit," Shizuo rumbled, his heart heavy with confusing feelings. "I don't hate you." Trying to keep his voice as even as possible, the blond added, "And unless you can actually get out of there, it looks like you're stuck with me."
Once he was sure Izaya wasn't going to throw himself about anymore, Shizuo carefully unwrapped the flea's head so he could breathe more easily. As the raven emerged, worry filled Shizuo's eyes at the sight of Izaya's bleeding lip, his red face and the frightened tears in his eyes. The confused expression on Izaya's face only added to the concerned protectiveness welling up in Shizuo's throat. In the back of his mind he could hear the dark voices that were his instincts telling him to mate with the Omega, to make him fully his but he fought them resolutely. Izaya didn't need that, he needed kindness.
Actually, that was probably something he'd needed his whole life. Something Shizuo highly doubted he'd ever been given.
"I'm not going to do anything to you Izaya," Shizuo whispered, hoping that even in his fear and heat-induced haze, Izaya would understand. "I promise." Without any conscious direction from his mind, the blond buried his nose into Izaya's neck where the scent was strongest. Forcing himself to be gentle, instead of feral like his body wished to be, Shizuo rubbed against Izaya's swollen scent glands, spreading his own musk over the raven's neck. As he had hoped, Izaya relaxed slightly, his trembling subsiding as he drew a deep breath. Shizuo also caught the soft, needy whine Izaya emitted but he ignored it. Izaya's Omega side was reacting to Shizuo's Alpha side. That was all, he needed to remember that.
"You're okay now," he insisted, unsure if his words were doing anything to help the Omega but needing to say them all the same. "You don't have to keep fighting." Very slowly, Shizuo blindly pulled at the sheets constricted around Izaya, carefully freeing him from his prison. It was almost comical how tangled Izaya had gotten himself in his panic but the Alpha found it far from funny. It only spoke to how scared the flea was. Still is, he reminded himself. Still shaking and still in pain.
You could solve that so easily, that dark voice in his mind reminded him. There's only one way to soothe an Omega in heat, everyone knows that. Shizuo resisted the voice, distracting himself by finding one of Izaya's wrists, the one he'd bruised earlier and rubbing it softly, apologetically. He could feel the raven's eyes on him but Shizuo focused on what he was doing. Izaya's pulse, which fluttered beneath his fingers, gradually evened out, telling the Alpha clearer than anything the Omega could have said that he was calming down.
Shizuo's own heartbeat sped up as Izaya melted against him, the fight leaving the Omega's body. His heart was in his throat as the raven exhaled, his breath tickling Shizuo's neck. Inexplicably, in that moment, the blond held the world, his world, in his arms and the thought confused him as much as it terrified him. Shizuo didn't even realize he was running his hands over Izaya's sides until the raven shuddered under his fingertips. Mesmerised, Shizuo traced the Omega's spine, drinking in the way Izaya's breath ghosted past his ear.
He's so strong yet so fragile, Shizuo thought, feeling Izaya's thin form press against his chest. I could have broken him. Fuck, I almost did.
Feeling the irrepressible need to express his regret for his earlier actions, Shizuo stuttered, "I'm- Ah, shit." Painfully aware of how awkward he was being, the Alpha cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm sorry about what happened before, Izaya. I should never have-" His words stuttered to a halt again and Shizuo forced himself to focus on something else, on how smooth Izaya's skin was where his shirt hem rode up, on how silky it felt beneath his careful hands. "I shouldn't have pushed you back there in the alley like that, even if I wanted to."
Slipping his fingers under the edge of the shirt Izaya wore, Shizuo rubbed the bruises there. In the back of his mind he knew they weren't his fault but that didn't keep him from feeling responsible. He wanted to make them go away, along with the hurt they had caused his Omega, he wanted to kiss them until Izaya forgot who had made them.
Shizuo's instincts wanted him to do a whole lot more, as a certain part of his anatomy reminded him quite loudly. Izaya shook his head against Shizuo's chest and for a moment, the Alpha was terrified the raven had read his thoughts. Stilling his roaming hands, Shizuo held his breath, half expecting Izaya to run away.
Instead, his Omega softly muttered in a scratchy voice, "Don't be stupid Shizu-chan." He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at Izaya's scolding tone. There was something so relieving about those words, Shizuo had to laugh, even though it wasn't the most appropriate reaction. Unable to really stop himself, the blond continued to trace Izaya's waist with his fingers. Sure he wanted more, but he forced himself to be satisfied with this, just massaging circles over Izaya's jutting hips and letting his hands follow the top of Izaya's skinny jeans.
You're playing with fire, his mind unhelpfully reminded him. Shit's gonna get out of hand fast, you know it will.
But he couldn't pull himself away. Izaya was as addicting as his damn cigarettes.
Running his fingers over one particularly large bruise again, Shizuo muttered against Izaya's neck, "You know, not all Alphas are complete pieces of shit. I know I'm not exactly the best example of a good person but I would never have hurt you if I'd known-"
"I never wanted special treatment Shizu-chan," Izaya hissed, squirming slightly in offence. "I wanted respect." Shizuo couldn't blame him. Alphas didn't get ganged up on like this, Betas didn't either. It was only the Omegas, the weakest of the classes, that were casually mistreated. For some reason, it had become almost expected, no one ever questioned it when an Omega had bruises on their face or walked with a limp. That's just how things were. No one blamed the Alphas, no one questioned them.
Shizuo had never really given it a second thought, it was just how society was, right? He treated the Omegas he came across alright so what did it really matter? Now that he had Izaya curled up on his lap, trusting Shizuo to not hurt him, the blond knew he could never think of an Omega's safety so flippantly again. Not when every piece of his being demanded he protect Izaya and treat him like the god he'd always claimed to be.
Almost as if he'd read Shizuo's mind, Izaya muttered, "I'm not some delicate Omega who needs to be protected from everything." And even though the bruises from those attackers still stood out on Izaya's ivory skin, Shizuo knew the raven was right.
"I know, I- Fighting with you is-" You're never going to do it again though, be honest with yourself. "Was, fucking perfect." Shizuo chuckled again as thoughts of their fights ran through his head. Yeah they'd always been fucking pissed with each other, but he'd needed that outlet. At Izaya's soft whine, Shizuo was reminded rather sharply that those days were over. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, sighing. "I'm not making any sense. It's just, everyone else is scared of me but you never were, no matter what I did. I guess it makes sense that we're…" soulmates, he didn't finish. I'm only making this worse, why do I even bother?
Shizuo chose to hide his shame by burying his face in the crook of Izaya's neck. Taking a deep breath, letting the pheromones pouring off of Izaya's skin sooth him, the blond muttered, "Sorry." He felt the ridges of Izaya's ribcage slip under his worn fingers and wondered when they'd gotten there. I need to stop, this is going to end badly. Izaya's shudders, unfortunately, fed the part of his mind Shizuo wanted to keep silenced. "I know it makes you upset," he murmured, trying to keep himself grounded. "I won't bring it up again."
"Stop apologizing!" Izaya snapped furiously before moaning shamelessly. Shit, Shizuo panicked, exercising all his willpower to keep from pinning Izaya to the bed and fucking him. I knew it, I fucking knew it. I shouldn't have tempted fate dammit! He had to strain to keep from crushing Izaya's narrow hips in his hands. Pushing himself away instantly, Shizuo stared at his Omega and realized just how fucked he was. Izaya was obviously aroused. His face was bright red and his pupils were dilated to the point where only a sliver of crimson was visible. Add to that his heavy breathing and intoxicating scent and it was all Shizuo could do not to pounce on the damned flea.
"Izaya," Shizuo growled, torn between apologizing again and leaving immediately before things progressed any further. He wants you, that tempting voice whispered. Look at him, he needs you, your Omega needs you.
No, he needs me to fucking think clearly because he isn't.
Because Izaya would regret this, Shizuo wasn't an idiot, Izaya didn't want a mate. When had he ever said anything to the contrary? Right now he was worked up, all thanks to the blond, and he was caught in the moment. Someone needed to do the right thing.
But it was so damn tempting.
Izaya hissed. "Shut up Shizu-chan."
Suddenly, Shizuo found himself being straddled by a very hot and very aroused Izaya. Most of his rational thought was destroyed as Izaya pressed their bodies together and Shizuo was made painfully aware of the hard-on he'd been sporting. The smirk on Izaya's face, the same one he wore whenever he was sure of his own victory, only made things worse.
"Izaya, wait!" Shizuo grunted, unable to stop from groaning at the heady pleasure that raced through him as Izaya ground his hips against the blond's. "You're not thinking clearly," he panted, trying to regain what reason he'd had such a tenuous grasp on before. "We shouldn't- You're not making rational decisions right n- Fuck!" Izaya shut him up with another torturous roll of his hips, as if trying to prove just how much he wanted this.
No, we can't. This is stupid, I want him to stay not fucking hit and run. His train of thought crashed again because it felt so good, Izaya's dick pressed against his, the raven's hot breath on his ear, Shizuo needed this.
"I know exactly what I want," Izaya's words sent a heated shudder racing down Shizuo's back. "I'm thinking clearly enough to know that I want nothing more than for you to fuck me into the bed, right now." The thought was so incredibly tempting, so incredibly easy to give into. "Don't try to be reasonable Shizu-chan, I really don't have the patience for that."
Reasonable? Fuck, how?
With a growl, Shizuo let that desire to dominate the Omega take over as he flipped them, throwing Izaya down on his severely rumpled bed. As he knelt over the raven, twitching with all the pent up desire that had built up in his bones, Shizuo levely growled, "And what about when you wake up tomorrow and you regret what happened right now? What then?"
Please, come to your senses before I lose mine.
Like the little shit he was, Shizuo's panting Omega reached up and threaded his fingers through blond locks and tugged the beast down. "Just stop talking and kiss me Shizu-chan."
Give in, do it. Take what you want, mate with him, bond with him, make him yours. He can't resist, he's just an Omega. He wants you, he's in heat and you're rutting, he's willing, willing! He's your soulmate, this was meant to be.
He's your soulmate, you should do what's best for him, even if it's not what he wants. You're rutting, you're not thinking clearly and neither is he. He's in heat, you're taking advantage of him. He's just an Omega you need to protect him. Don't give in.
Fuck.
In that moment, Shizuo was forced to make the hardest decision of his life. Resolutely, he jerked away and didn't stop backing up until his back hit the opposite wall. "No!" Shizuo snapped, his anger made all the worse because of his rut. "No, I won't. Look at you! You're in heat and I'm rutting. I'm not thinking clearly. You're not fucking thinking at all!"
Izaya hissed, furious at being denied what he so obviously wanted so suddenly. "I'm thinking just fine, Shizu-chan. I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions. Don't treat me like an Omega who needs to be coddled and told how to act!"
"Well guess what," Shizuo growled back. "I can make my own decisions too. Don't treat me like an Alpha who will fuck you and be okay when you run the next morning." Izaya's mouth snapped shut instantly. Breathing hard, Shizuo ran a hand through his hair and tried to get himself under control. He was still painfully aroused and the small whines that kept coming from Izaya weren't fucking helping.
Taking a deep shuddering breath, Izaya bit out a bitter, "Fine then." He swallowed hard and lifted his chin stubbornly. "Then let me leave. There, problem solved."
Shizuo's heart lurched painfully. "Like hell you're leaving flea!"the blond exploded, his eyes fierce as they bored holes into Izaya's head. "You can barely fucking walk! Plus I'm not letting you leave here, stinking to high heaven of pheromones and shit, you'd be jumped by the first Alpha you came across!" If I had just kept my hands to myself this wouldn't be a fucking problem, he thought regretfully. Hindsight's twenty/twenty.
"Then take me to Shinra's," Izaya forced out through teeth that creaked audibly as he ground them together. "At least then I wouldn't have to put up with you, Shizu-chan."
A growl building up in the back of his throat, Shizuo snapped, "No, I won't. I already told you, you're staying right where you fucking are." His head was starting to pound. Everything in him screamed to mate with Izaya but at least now he had his characteristic rage to keep him where he was.
Izaya attempted to get off the bed but he stumbled and fell to the mattress, mewling pathetically. "I hate you!" he hissed, his ivory fingers clenched into furious fists. "I hate you, you damned protozoan, you Alpha! This is all your fault! I was perfectly fine before you showed up." Shizuo could see the angry tears that ran down Izaya's face and it took him everything he had not to surge forward and make that distressed look vanish from his Omega's face. I just want to hold him, I just want to make him feel better. But look where that had fucking gotten him last time.
With a soft, pitiful whimper, Izaya frustratedly muttered, "You're supposed to be my Alpha, why are you doing this to me?" Then quietly, almost as if he hadn't meant for Shizuo to hear, "You said you were different."
"Because you're worth more to me than that," Shizuo admitted softly, unsure where the gentleness in his voice sprang from. The anger in the room evaporated, like it had been but a morning mist. Glancing up sharply, a confused and clouded look in his eyes, Izaya stared at Shizuo and blinked dazedly, almost as if he couldn't comprehend Shizuo's meaning. Taking a deep breath, the blond continued, "And if I mate with you right now, I'll regret it too."
There was a long moment of silence. Shizuo couldn't help but hold his breath as the words eventually permeated Izaya's muddled mind. Did I go too far, am I screwing up? Clenching his fist and unclenching it again, Shizuo wished for a cigarette. He just wanted Izaya to stay, he didn't know why. He didn't even know what he was going to do with the flea while he was here. All the blond knew for certain was that everything felt like it was riding on this moment, this one decision he couldn't affect in the slightest.
Biting his lip, Izaya quickly looked away and grudgingly inquired, "How long are you going to keep me here?"
Grateful the argument was over, Shizuo relaxed as much as he was able given his current circumstances and answered, "Until your heat is over. I know you don't like to be protected but please," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Just let me do this one thing for you." Just give me a chance. Hell, give me a chance to figure out why I want you to give me one.
"Fine." Izaya abruptly relaxed, curling up so he wasn't facing the blond. Shizuo could sense the exhaustion and defeat in the action and it almost made him feel guilty. Almost, because at the end of the day, Izaya was staying here, not going somewhere out of Shizuo's reach where he could get hurt.
"I suppose it's no different than being at home, I'm still going to be stuck in bed anyway," the raven added, as an afterthought. "I- I guess I'll have to call Namie-san so she knows I'm not dead. Not that she'd worry, she'd probably be glad if I never came back." Izaya was rambling now but Shizuo let him.
Very slowly, Shizuo moved around the bed so he could see the raven's face. There were still silent tears falling down it that the Alpha longed to wipe away. Noticing the blond, Izaya struggled to sit up before giving in to his own weakened state and just melting into a puddle on the bed. "Don't look at me like that," Izaya mumbled, furiously rubbing his face with the collar of his borrowed shirt. "I'm fine Shizu-chan."
"No, you're not," Shizuo pointed out, voice devoid of judgment. "But you will be," I promise. I'll do everything I can to make it okay.
"Ha," Izaya muttered, tone bitter. "That's funny Shizu-chan." Retracting into himself further, Izaya awkwardly said, "Thank you." When Shizuo only stared at him, nonplussed, Izaya uncomfortably explained, "For saving me. You really-" He picked at his clothes. "I mean- I never thought you…" The Omega lapsed into silence once more.
"I wish I'd gotten there sooner," Shizuo admitted. Watching Izaya twitch uncomfortably, a thought dawned on the blond and he abruptly asked, "Do you want a bath or something? I mean, if you're going to stay here you might as well."
"Are you telling me I stink Shizu-chan?" Izaya teased, seemingly content to mock the Alpha's attempt at kindness. The light smile was a welcome change to the tears, which had lessened considerably.
"Yeah," Shizuo deadpanned, watching Izaya with a straight face. "You smell like shit." And other Alphas, which can't be comfortable for you at all. It certainly isn't doing me any favors. Although to be honest his own personal comfort was the furthest thing from his mind at that particular moment.
Izaya purred in amusement before admitting, "Cleanliness would be an improvement, ne?" It was strange how quickly they'd fallen into an easy conversation, though Shizuo would have had to be an idiot to not notice the unspoken tension bubbling just below the surface. It's not as if we've resolved anything after all, we're just pretending nothing happened. Avoidance never helped anyone. I'm sure I've heard that shit somewhere. "I wouldn't want to infringe on your oh-so-pleasant hospitality after all."
"I'll have to carry you," Shizuo reminded the raven, almost apologetically. He wasn't sure contact right now was a good idea, not when the instincts they'd both pushed away so abruptly were so close to the surface. He'd been tempting fate quite a lot recently, how could he be sure this wouldn't turn out like before? But in the end, he didn't want Izaya to be uncomfortable and he couldn't think of any other way to accomplish that purpose than to do things to make him feel better. A bath seemed like the easiest step towards that goal.
Izaya froze momentarily before he attempted a shrug and said, "Ah well, I suppose there's no help for it." Wriggling closer to the edge of the bed, Izaya instructed, with feigned disinterest, "Just don't drop me." It was clear he too didn't like the idea of getting too close to Shizuo after their previous disaster but if he was set on ignoring it, the blond wasn't going to make an issue of it.
"I won't, flea," he grumbled nonetheless, a scowl on his face. Very carefully, he bent down and scooped Izaya into his arms. With a slight shiver, the Omega fitted himself into Shizuo's hold and went very still, hardly breathing at all. Glancing at the raven's face, Shizuo noticed how Izaya bit his lip and it made a strange feeling well up in the pit of his stomach.
It was funny, even though nothing made sense at all and shit just kept happening, Shizuo felt like everything was okay for the first time since his calm cigarette on the park bench. Izaya, his Omega, was here, held securely in his arms, and he wasn't going to bolt. Yeah, it was going to be tough, but Shizuo was determined to succeed, whatever his eventual goal ended up being.
Because, in the end, Izaya had given him a chance, right?
There wasn't much more he could ask for.
A/N: Aww, cute.
Okay, so, don't kill me. I'm sorry, I know I suck. I'm a terrible human and I don't deserve to live. If nobody wants to continue reading this story, I understand...
Now that that's out of the way, admit it, this is cute too. A little angsty, a little fluffy. Maybe even a bit sad. Not quite satisfying but it wasn't supposed to be but because it's not the end. It's the beginning of a new story arc.
I guess it's not the best after-Valentine's-Day chapter but I stand by my decision, this will end better. I'm a sucker for happy endings, I wouldn't leave you people hanging.
Until next time, if any of you are still here that is...