Here we are! 60 chapters! Good God, is this story almost over? Well, that was the question we received. The answer is no. We are about half way done. I know, I know - the story is slow! I'm sorry about that! I like things to go slow and progressive, rather than fast. BUT YOU ARE BEING REWARDED MY LOVELY READERS. This wonderful T rated story is suddenly going to turn M in the next update. If you've been waiting for that moment, just wait a little bit longer! If you're upset about it, i'm sorry! But this story IS written for the KINKmeme. There's gotta be some filthy adult rated stuff (unless requested otherwise, which wasnt the case - so i'm assuming OP wants it). So hang on tight, things are about to take a big turn! And more drama and suspense is on the way!
With a dramatic sigh, Izaya fell onto his sofa. "Ahhh a day filled with adventure sure calls for a snack! Oh, how I long for those delicious truffles!"
Shizuo crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "What's with you and those truffles?"
"They are actually miracles made into tiny chocolate covered ball form." Izaya stated as he rolled into his stomach to look at Shizuo over the edge of the pillow. "They truly are delicious. Nay, fantastic! Simply orgasmic!" he cried as he threw his hands in the air. Shizuo groaned and shook his head, heading for the kitchen.
"Damn you and your filthy mouth."
"Nothing filthy about speaking the truth, Shizu-chan~ What's filthy is that hair color of yours. You look like you rolled around in dirt."
"Hey! This is my natural hair color!" Shizuo defended, glaring at Izaya who peeked over the edge of the couch. His eyes seemed to flicker with joy - most likely mockery.
"I still prefer the blonde over the brunette." Izaya bounced up with a grin on his face and leaned over the back of the couch, resting his head in his arms. "Maybe next time you could do something bolder. Like electric blue with green streaks! Wouldn't that be flashy!" Izaya crooned, laughing harder when Shizuo simply rolled his eyes. Izaya frowned slightly when he saw Shizuo open up the cupboards, placing his hands on his hips as he scanned its contents. "Ne…what are you doing?"
"Getting food, what does it look like I'm doing?" Shizuo replied as he dug through the cupboards. He sighed, "Do you even have anything that won't take forever to cook?"
Izaya grimaced and made a gagging noise, "Processed food is sickening."
"Your truffles are sickening."
"Blasphemy!"
Izaya threw a pillow at Shizuo, whacking him on the back of the head. He blinked and turned, eyes wide as he stared at the flea who was sitting with his arms crossed. Why the hell was Izaya so…
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Stop acting like Psyche."
Izaya grinned, standing up to walk around the couch, his hand dragging along the edge. "I have no idea what you are taking about~" Shizuo closed the cupboards and rubbed his temple.
"You're acting all giddy and shit to be like Psyche. It's tickin' me off."
"Oh! It is?" Izaya grinned and skipped over, hopping onto the counter with ease. He crossed his legs and leaned back on his hands, head tilted, "Are you saying you don't like Psyche?"
"No, I'm saying I don't like seeing you act like that. It's stupid." Shizuo grumbled.
"Aha! So you admit that Psyche bothers you, and you would much rather have him gone! I win!~" Izaya sang as he kicked his foot back and forth, "I win, I win!~ Psyche and I are-"
"Still the same."
"Neh?"
Shizuo shrugged, "You're still him. You're just not him right now. You're just acting and trying to piss me off. But you're still him on the inside." Izaya frowned and hopped off the counter.
"You're very confusing. First you hate the bubbly act, and now you say you don't mind?"
Shizuo reached into the fruit bowl and picked up an apple, shining it on his shirt, "No. What I'm saying is I'm not giving up on this game we have. You're just trying to convince me that I don't like Psyche."
Izaya smirked, "Very smart, Shizu-chan. Didn't think you had it in you." Shizuo winked at him and cocked his head.
"I guess I'm learning after being around you for so long, hmm?" He tossed the apple toward Izaya, who caught it effortlessly. "Go eat your healthy organic shit, and I'll go to bed without food. It's too late and I don't feel like cooking."
Izaya bit into the apple and shrugged, "Suit yourself." He chewed a bit before registering Shizuo's words. He coughed and choked a bit, slamming a fist on his chest as he stared at Shizuo who left to collect the various pillows from the living room. "What do you mean 'go to bed'?"
Shizuo glanced over his shoulder and held up a pillow, "Exactly what it sounds like. I'm turning in."
"At your house. Not here."
"It's too cold. Besides, I'm tired from all that elevator bullshit we went through. So I'm gonna crash here." Shizuo said simply as he dropped the pillows on the sofa and went to grab a blanket. "Besides, it'll help me make sure you don't have nightmares. You might need someone to hold you." Shizuo teased, flashing a grin.
Izaya's mouth dropped and the statement, and felt his face heart up. He set his apple on the marble countertop - a bit too forceful, as it mashed on impact - and follows Shizuo. "First of all, You'd kill me in my sleep! And second, I'll have you know that it's not very polite to just walk into someone's home and then decide to stay the night!"
Shizuo stopped, causing Izaya to nearly bump into him. "Nah, not this time. And like I said, I'm too tired to have to walk home. Besides, it's not like I'm staying in your room."
"Like I would ever let you!"
Shizuo grinned, "I bet I could convince you."
"The day that happens is the day I give in to a monster like you." Izaya spat, shoving his way past Shizuo and jogged up the stairs, skipping steps as he escaped to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him like a teenage girl with PMS. Shizuo chuckled and shrugged.
"Well, I guess that would be never, hmm?" He mused to himself as he went over to the couch to set up his bed for the night.
After slamming the door, Izaya leaned up against it and sighed. This isn't what he wanted. This is what he expected. In all of his years of knowing Shizuo, he never expected him to ever willingly stay at his house.
Of course, those few school trips where he rigged the overnight lists to force Shizuo to have to share a room was for completely trolling purposes. It wasn't like he enjoyed having the brute around him all the time. He just…
Just…
"Dammit." Izaya groaned, peeling himself away from the door and to his closet. Ok, so he admits he did enjoy having Shizuo around in the past. And nowadays, he enjoys it too. But he will firmly deny it is for pleasure purposes. It was simply to mess with the brute. Nothing more.
But deep down…
With a shake of his head, Izaya walked into his closet and opened up the dresser that was inside, pulling out his normal pajamas. Although, with winter coming around the corner, he pulled out black sweat pants rather than his shorts. He slid into the pants and shivered, hugging himself a bit as he struggled to find a damn hoodie.
He imagined Shizuo laying on his couch, coughing in the middle of the night and waking him from his slumber. Izaya could only imagine all the late night trips he was going to have to make for Shizuo. God, why did he have to agree to help Shizuo?
Oh right. Cause it was one thing to have a damn complex about the brute, but it was another to have a strange soft spot for him.
He smacked his own forehead and sighed, astounded by his own foolish thoughts. "Get a grip on yourself." He grumbled as he found his gray hoodie and pulled it over his bare torso, shivering a bit as the warm fabric soothed his chilled bones.
He took another deep sigh, glancing toward his door, and frowned. Damn, the brute was starting to get to him. He turned and looked through his clothes, finding a larger shirt and some extra flannel pants. He bundled them under his arm and walked to his door, opening it and heading quietly down the stairs.
He could see Shizuo laying on the couch already, pillows piled up behind his head and blanket tucked around him securely. Izaya groaned a bit and walked up to him, poking him firmly on the head.
Shizuo's eyes flew open and he snarled, sitting up as he rubbed his forehead, "What the hell?"
"Here." Izaya grumbled as he dropped the spare pajama's on Shizuo lap. He looked at them for a moment, before looking back up to see Izaya walking back up stairs.
"Iza-"
"Now you don't have to sleep in your clothes. It'll be more comfortable. Don't worry about getting them dirty, you can just keep them." Izaya said as he yawned, waving his hand lazily.
"Ahh…thanks." Shizuo mumbled as he stood up to change.
"Mmhmm…good night Shizu-chan."
"Night."