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Think, think, think! How the hell are you going to get out of this mess?

Shizuo heard a noise from outside the closet, and nervously slipped his boxers and pants back on. He squinted in the dim light to see that Izaya's pants were just unzipped, and he hadn't managed to slip them off.

"Seven minutes in heaven are up Shizuo! You and Iza have to come out!" He heard Erika giggle from outside. He swore he heard her mutter something like "Unless they are too busy making love~", but he disregarded that.

Trying to ignore the friction from forcing his erection into his jeans, he scooped up Izaya and kicked open the door, flinching as the light streamed in. Whistles from Erika and Walker greeted him, as well as a grin from Shinra who seemed to have placed his ear against the door.

"I'm leaving early. The flea passed out." Shizuo grunted, forcing his way through the crowd. Shinra tried to call out to stop him from leaving early, but his voice died in the music and the chatter, allowing Shizuo to escape the apartment and head home.

He sighed, shaking his head as he awkwardly walked through the streets of Ikebukuro. Everyone was out on this night, partying and running around. He was thankful that no one was paying attention. But someone would surely recognize Izaya curled in his arms.

He turned down and alley, deciding to remain in the shadows. He stifled a yawn that rose in his throat, and shivered a bit. He glanced down at the raven in his arms and felt a blush crawl on his cheeks.

What…the fuck just happened back there. He was seriously about to let the flea do…do that to him. Of course, he wouldn't have really cared much. He was turned on. But still! This was Izaya! This was…

He sighed. This was starting to really spiral out of control. Those feelings he had gained for Psyche were starting to become overgrown, and were now latching onto Izaya like a leech.

Izaya groaned softly, unconsciously shifting so his head was resting against Shizuo's chest. Shizuo felt his heart hammering in his ribcage, and wondered if the flea was listening to it despite being knocked out.

The look on Izaya's face was priceless. A slight flush, long lashes brushing his cheeks, a scowl no where to be seen in his serene expression.

Dammit, dammit, dammit. This really was getting too much to handle. He was actually…

….starting to kinda…

Shizuo shook his head, trying to shake the thought from his head. But it refused to budge. It was stuck to forever lurk in the back of his mind until he succumbed to the idea.

Izaya shivered and winced, moaning softly with discomfort as he tried to move closer to Shizuo. He instantly forgot his previous worries, and focused on trying to keep the flea warm. The wind was starting to pick up, and although the alleyways blocked most of the chilly air, the snow covered ground made it much colder. Shizuo shivered a bit and pulled Izaya closer to him, trying to keep the heat in.

"Nnn…"

"Flea? You waking up?"

Shizuo walked out of the alley and headed down the street that would eventually lead into Shinjuku. Luckily the flea's apartment wasn't too deep in the city. He shook his arms a bit, shaking Izaya lightly in attempts to rouse him.

"Oi, Izaya. Come on…wake up."

"Hgnn…mm ead htss…" he grumbled, brow furrowing in pain as he buried his face into Shizuo's chest.

"What?"

"Mmaa…head…hrtss…"

Oh…

"Y-yeah. Sorry about that…didn't mean to knock you out." Shizuo apologized. Although he wasn't sure why he was saying sorry. It's not like Izaya could comprehend anything right now. Let alone remember this event.

Izaya blinked his eyes, peering out from behind the fold of warm fabric in Shizuo's sweater. He watched as blurred colored lights flashed by, and felt a wave of vertigo hitting him. He groaned again, burying his face into Shizuo's shirt.

"We're almost home." Shizuo whispered, trying to comfort the frail brunette. His shifted his arm and supported Izaya's shoulders, so his fingers could gently brush his hair. Shizuo could feel the small lump forming where Izaya had banged his head. "Are you feeling ok?"

Izaya shrugged, closing his eyes to listen to Shizuo's heartbeat. He shivered, and sighed with content when Shizuo held him a bit closer. He could hear Christmas music playing in one of the shops, and smiled. He hummed softly, slowly increasing in volume as they walked closer.

Shizuo blinked and looked down at Izaya, who had a lopsided grin on his face and was rocking his head back and forth to the music. Shizuo chuckled a bit, shaking his head as Izaya continued to murmur the lyrics incoherently. Izaya tugged on Shizuo's sweater, urging him to join in singing.

"Come on Shizu-chan…sing!"

"I don't sing, flea."

"Pleaseeee?" Izaya whined. Shizuo simply shook his head, causing Izaya to pout.

"We're almost to your place anyways."

"Sing to pass the time?"

Shizuo sighed, giving into Izaya's pleas. When he was tipsy and whiny, it was hard to resist. "Ok ok, you start then." Izaya grinned, causing Shizuo to regret his decision.

To the tune of Jingle Bell Rock, Izaya started to sing - his voice cracking slightly as he slurred the lyrics.

"Stroke on my, lick on my, suck on my cock~ It's the first time for you, so here's what you do. Unzip me, and strip me, and show me you can! Don't go whip-mmph!"

Shizuo quickly covered Izaya's mouth with his hand, feeling his face heat up immensely. "That is NOT a Christmas carol!"

Izaya wrinkled his brow in a glare and sighed, pulling off Shizuo's hand, "but it's funnier that way~"

"It's awkward that way."

"Then you sing something!"

Shizuo groaned, afraid that Izaya would burst out into another raunchy jingle if he didn't speak up. Gritting his teeth, he sucked up his pride and forced out a gravely song.

"Oh the weather outside is frightful. But the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow let it snow let it snow."

Izaya giggled a bit, closing his eyes as he joined in, "It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've bought some corn for popping. The lights are turned way down low, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~"

"When we finally ki-"

Shizuo choked, and Izaya peeked up at him, his brow raising. Shizuo could tell Izaya was challenging him, despite being drunk. Shizuo felt his cheeks turning redder as he glanced away, "W-when we finally kiss goodnight…"

"How I'll hate going out in the storm~"

"But if y-you really hold me tight-"

"All the way home we'll be warm!"

Shizuo smiled a bit, chuckling as he turned into Izaya's apartment complex and shivered when the burst of warm air hit him. Izaya mewled happily, uncurling just a bit. Shizuo headed toward the stairwell, ignoring the few glances his way from other residents in the complex. He hurried past the door and started walking up the stairs, singing again as his voice echoed in the empty stairwell.

"The fire is slowly dying, and, my dear, we're still good-bying."

"But as long as you love me so, let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" Izaya finished, throwing his arms in the air and causing Shizuo to stumble up the last flight of stairs.

"Oi louse, don't thrash around! You're gonna make me fall."

Izaya smiled, wrapping his arms around Shizuo's neck, "Lets sing some more."

"More?"

The raven nodded, "Yeah, one more. What do you say?"

Shizuo smiled and nodded, "Alright. But nothing dirty."

"Awww, no fun~" Izaya pouted. However, he wasted no time in choosing the first song that came into his head, "Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland."

Shizuo sighed and carried Izaya out of the stairwell, walking down the hall until he found the door that has been changed numerous times due to Shizuo breaking it down, "Gone away is the bluebird. Here to stay is a new bird. He sings a love song as we go along. Walking in a winter wonderland."

Izaya yawned, reaching into his pants pocket to pull out his keys and fumbled them into the keyhole. Shizuo took them and opened the door, rearranging Izaya in his arms so he could hold him.

"In the meadow we can build a snowman. Then pretend that he is Parson Brown~ He'll say: Are you married?"

"We'll say no man." Shizuo cut off, not allowing Izaya to mess with the lyrics. Izaya laughed lightheartedly and kept singing.

"But you can do the job when you're in town!"

Shizuo let them inside, shutting the door behind them as he slipped off his snow covered shoes. Izaya tugged at Shizuo's sweater as he carried him to his bedroom.

"What?"

"I don't know the rest."

"I'm surprised you knew them at all." Shizuo grinned, "You don't seem like someone who knows Christmas songs."

Izaya shrugged, and yawned, burying his head under Shizuo's chin as he continued to hum absentmindedly. Shizuo cradled him carefully and walked to the window to open the curtains. The sky was clear for a late winter night, and he could see the moon and stars peeking out behind the clouds. Shizuo glanced at the clock and jumped at the time, "Hey flea. It's almost midnight."

"Is that so?" Izaya drawled, his voice thick with exhaustion as he blinked his tired eyes open to look out the window.

"Yeah."

Shizuo set Izaya down on his bed, pulling back the covers to tuck the informant in. He felt like a babysitter, taking care of Izaya like this. But he couldn't just leave Izaya to freeze.

Outside, they could hear the counting down of the people flooding the streets of Shinjuku. Shizuo sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window, as the countdown ended, and the fireworks were set off.

The flashes of colored lights streamed through the window, casting colorful shades of red, yellow, and blue on him and Izaya. He looked to his left to find Izaya already asleep, hugging a pillow.

Even Shizuo couldn't deny that he looked precious sleeping so soundly and innocently.

With a smile he pulled the covers over the Izaya's narrow shoulders, tucking him in securely. He smiled and ran a hand through Izaya's soft hair, bending down to press his lips gently on Izaya's forehead in a chaste kiss, before he left quietly.

"Happy New Year, Izaya."