Sorry for the late update! The Kink Meme (and Live Journal in general) was having issues with no subject lines, which is very important to updating. So I held off on that until the problem was fixed. Now that it is, here is the next update! :3 Thank you for all the kind comments and the critiques! I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone with that last chapter. I'll try to do better next time!

"Hey Flea…"

"What is it?"

"How's your work coming along?"

Izaya glanced over at the blonde who was sitting back at the kitchen table. He was working on another puzzle, although Izaya didn't know what kind. He was relieved to see that brute had gone to do something productive after their…their whatever it was.

He sighed and rested his head against the back of the chair. He refused to sit on that couch; at least, not until Shizuo thoroughly washed it. Sure, nothing got on it, but just the scent was enough to remind Izaya of what took place. It would need a full bottle of Febreeze before he could be near it.

Grumbling slightly, he rubbed his eyes tiredly. An hour has passed since the incident, and although neither had spoken a word until now, Izaya's mind has been farther from his job than ever before.

It had felt better than he'd expected. Better than he'd dreamed - as ridiculous as that sounded. But he couldn't deny it any longer. He had been dreaming about the brute ever since New Years, and now he hoped his demons would settle down. He did what he wanted. Now they could let him rest in peace.

But he was far from peaceful. Now, his body hummed with the desire for more. Shizuo was becoming a drug - his own personal cigarette that would slowly kill him.

"Izaya."

"Hmm?"

"You never answered my question."

"Ahh…right." Izaya cleared his throat and set his laptop down, "Repeat?"

Shizuo closed his puzzle book and got up from the table, walking into the living room with his hands in his pockets. "I was asking how your research was going?"

Izaya scowled, lips thinning and eyes narrowing as his face scrunched up with irritation. He huffed and stood up, stretching. He glanced at a mirror and saw the brute's honey eyes grazing over his body, following his contours, before quickly staring at the floor.

Damn, that monster still was interested.

He turned around, keeping his eyes averted from Shizuo's gaze. He started brushing imaginary crumbs off the green shirt Shizuo had let him borrow after he has soiled his own. "Fine. I found a few details I skimmed over. The…break from working helped."

The blonde's cheeks were still a bit pink as he tried to not stare at Izaya. "Uh…y-yeah. You're welcome…or whatever." Shizuo grunted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

The blonde was still in slight shock. Having sex with the flea was something he never expected to give into, especially after his close call at Shinra's. He assumed he had better self control.

He snorted at the thought. Him? Self control? Since when did he ever have that?

In the end, he couldn't control his own desires, and they had…what do they call it? A home run? Well, they didn't exactly hit a home run, did they? Was it second base? Shit what was all this baseball for anyways - it did nothing but confuse him!

However, one detail was stuck in his mind. One explicit, annoying detail…

"Flea."

"Hmm?"

Shizuo stroked his chin, letting his hand slide past his jaw to clasp the back of his neck; his classic "nervous habit". "Ahh, well…." he paused, and could practically hear Izaya's teasing and degrading voice in his ears. Cat got your tongue? Just spit it out, Shizu-chan~ He grit his teeth and forced his thoughts out before he could second guess himself, "You were a lot quieter than I would have thought."

Izaya blinked, and widened his eyes, chuckling a bit. "Care to expand that idea?"

"You were actually…not annoying while we were-"

"Oh…you're talking about that."

Shizuo turned his head away, feeling the red flush spreading over his cheeks. God, those sounds. They echoed in his head and wouldn't let him rest. Every mewl and moan sounded like they were on repeat. Shizuo groaned a bit and shook his head, earning a questionable look from Izaya. The informant sighed and closed his laptop, slipping it into the messenger bag.

"Well, I'm not sure what gave you the notion that I was loud in that predicament to begin with."

"Just…seemed like something you'd do."

Izaya crossed his arms and cocked his head to the right, chewing his bottom lip. "Oh? Really now? And why couldn't someone like me be quiet, hmm? Just because I'm openly flirtatious doesn't mean I can't be modest."

Shizuo "tch'd" and rolled his eyes, "Well, you weren't at all modest at New Years."

"I was tipsy, if not wasted."

"And you never shut up when you're not drunk. It's constant bullshit spewing out of that mouth."

"How kind of you. Spitting insults at someone you just fucked. Something a monster like you would do, hmm?" Izaya sneered, his bitter attitude coming back as they continued on the subject.

"Not like you tried to stop me. Ugh, whatever. Point is, it wasn't like you."

Izaya growled under his breath, becoming more annoyed by the second. "Shizu-chan, what makes you think you'd have any idea what I'm like in bed, huh?"

Shizuo threw his hands up in exasperation, "I'm not saying just in bed! I mean in general! Today has been the first day you have raised your voice or even tried to be that smarmy jackass you always have been. For the past few months, you've been-"

"Been what? Maybe I just didn't want to waste my breath on you!"

"You've been like Psyche."

The raven practically screamed with frustration. He threw his bag onto the couch, marching forward with his fists clenched, "You're at that again? You're never going to just drop that bullshit theory, are you? I am not, and I will never be that figment!"

Shizuo tried to remain calm and stepped back, but his fingers twitched as his hand clenched. "Well, you've been doing a shitty job at proving it."

"Read. My. Lips. Psyche never existed! So stop trying to prove he does!" Izaya spat, glaring at the blonde. Shizuo growled, taking a menacing step forward. Izaya didn't budge, but his foot did step back a bit in case he needed to move.

"You know I'm right." Shizuo murmured as he stepped closer to Izaya. The raven stepped back, refusing to let the space between them close. He walked around the table, using it as a barrier between them.

"Like hell you are. You're just going fucking insane. This disease is making you come up with ridiculous things."

"I'm hardly going insane. You're just too stubborn to see something that I can!"

Izaya laughed, bending forward as he grinned threateningly. "Oh really? I'll let you know that I think I'm the only person in this city - nay, on this planet!- that really knows what I'm like." He shook his head and scoffed, "To say you know better is absurd."

Shizuo tried to walk around the table, but Izaya circled in the opposite direction. They circled each other, eyes focused on each other; nothing but the drive to prove each other wrong flicking in their gaze. Shizuo growled irritability and jumped over the table, nearly slipping as his socks skidded over the wood. Izaya scrambled back, slipping behind the sofa.

"Dammit louse…"

"Stop trying to prove that we're made up with other traits that we do not have. I am not some pathetic and kind person underneath this harsh exterior. Just as you are nothing similar to the personality you gave Tsugaru." Izaya argued, his voice raising in pitch as he tried to scream the information at Shizuo. The blonde just followed his movements.

"Yeah, what's that?"

Izaya flashed a smile, eyes shimmering a bloody red as he got excited at the idea of finally stabbing at Shizuo's pride. It had been so long.

"You are in no way calm nor sensitive. You are a monster. A cold-blooded, ruthless, and violent creature from hell." Izaya enjoyed the way that Shizuo's eyes flashed angrily; it was nostalgic. "Just like I am also naturally cold and uncaring. It is abnormal for us to be any different!"

Shizuo shook his head, "You're wrong."

Izaya froze and grit his teeth, "Excuse me? It is not of my nature to be wrong."

"But you are." Shizuo insisted, sighing as he tried to calm down his temper. "Because even though kindness isn't your first personality trait, and peace isn't mind…we still have those. Deep down."

Izaya giggled, leaning over the back of a chair he was standing behind. "You know, that theory of yours is also flawed." His voice hushed lower as a sinister smile grew on his lips, "Because your precious brother doesn't have any personality traits. He's just an emotionless, sack of potatoes with no talen-"

"You. Shut. YOUR. MOUTH." Shizuo barked, his voice raising until his entire body shook at the force. His hands gripped the back of the couch tightly, and Izaya laughed harder, using the chair as support.

"See! Instant anger! Rage is such a beautiful thing, isn't it? So natural and hard to control! You're such a monster it's disgusting!" Izaya wiped the mirthful tears from his eyes, "Although, it's not as disgusting as a pathetic human who is void of feelings. What a useless life that is."

Izaya stood up straight and opened his eyes to see Shizuo's expression, when a blur of cream came flying at his face. He took a step back before the sofa crashed into him, sending him flying across the apartment before slamming into the wall.