For those who loved how Shizuo was written, give a big big shout out and love hug for my beta, Juu! She helped me out with him so much, you have no idea. So in a sense, she pretty much wrote him out for these last few updates! xD I couldn't have done it without her. These last three updates have definitely been a collaboration between us. Now, this is the end of this arc. Do I smell tears? I hope I smell more. After you read this, I'm sure you'll hate me. That's ok. It's all going according to plan~

"Oh fuck…" Shizuo panted as he pulled out and shoved in harder. He clutched onto Izaya's thighs in a bruising grip. Izaya angled his hips to meet with Shizuo, one hand falling to clutch the bed sheets.

"Aahhh...shit..again…"

Shizuo complied, pulling out and pushing in again, repeating the movement with increasing speed. "Hnnn... god, that's amazing…"

"Gaah..ahh..y-yeah.." Izaya panted, his voice cracking with high pitched moans and cries. He lifted his hips higher, allowing Shizuo to slip in just a bit deeper. Shizuo slammed his cock into Izaya again, his tip firmly hitting the raven's prostate. "Aah!" Izaya moaned, trembling as his vision went blurry. "T-there! More….there!"

The blonde moaned along with Izaya, loving the way the raven clenched tightly around him and trembled. Grunting as he drove himself in, trying to copy the previous thrust. He succeeded, ramming into his prostate over and over.

"Fuck!" Izaya choked back another moan and squeezed his eyes shut, hands scrambling for purchase. "Shizuo! There! Again!" he begged, desperate to feel that tidal wave of pleasure again.

Shizuo thrust again and again, increasing his pace. "Ahh! Mm, Izaya...!"

"Sh-Shizu-chan!" Izaya gasped, feeling the pressure building up. He was so close! "Ahh, aahnn.." He whimpered, unable to stop the flood of vulgar sounds from spilling out of his mouth. He grabbed onto Shizuo's arms and arched his back sharply, crying out as the sensations increased.

"Goddamn...!" Shizuo hissed, shuddering as he came suddenly, shooting hot streams of come against Izaya's insides.

"Shizu-ooohh oh fuck!" Izaya gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim. His entire body shook as his insides clenched down on Shizuo, holding him there as he came.

Shizuo rode out his orgasm, thrusting in a few more times before holding himself deep inside, repeating Izaya's name softly. His breathing was ragged as he slumped slightly on top of Izaya, panting harshly against the his shoulder.

They laid together, panting as they came from their highs. Izaya closed his eyes, lightheaded and tingly. He tiredly dropped his arms from Shizuo's shoulders, his entire body feeling like jello. Shizuo coughed a bit, struggling to catch his breath. Izaya gently pressed his hand on Shizuo's chest, silently hoping for him to get better.

The informant could feel the come dribbling out and down his legs. This was exactly why has asked if Shizuo had a condom.

Shizuo pulled out, wincing from hypersensitivity as Izaya moaned from the feeling. He smiled down at the exhausted brunette, kissing him softly on the lips. Izaya kissed him back, too worn out to do much else.

"How was that?" The blonde rasped. Izaya smirked up at him, licking his parched lips.

"Not too bad." Izaya sighed, cracking open his eyes to look up at Shizuo. He squirmed a bit when he felt the stickiness between his legs. "Tch…that's gonna be a bitch to clean out."

"Sorry about that…" Shizuo murmured, his voice wavering with embarrassment.

Izaya waved his hand, "Don't worry about it. Not like I haven't dealt with it before." He chuckled, looking over at the clock, "Ahh, what a shame. It's not even noon and I want to sleep."

Shizuo simply laughed. "Well, there's nothing wrong with an afternoon nap."

"I suppose not." Izaya stifled a yawn that crept up his throat. He pushed himself up, his back and hips already aching. And his ankle was flaring up with pain. "Tch…not like my body could handle anything else right now except rest."

"Then rest." Shizuo whispered, bending down again to place a soft kiss on Izaya's brow, running a hand through his dark hair. "And I'll go put the food away for when you wake up."

"Ahh, my one true love! My wonderful ootoro~" Izaya chirped, stretching. Shizuo frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed as he rubbed the hickey on his neck.

"Don't you think…that could change?"

Izaya glanced over at him, "What do you mean by that?"

"You know…like…"

"Shizu-chan, I'd rather not talk about that right now."

Shizuo narrowed his eyes at Izaya, clenching his fist. "Right now is the perfect time to talk about that! Why do you think I just did this?"

"For a good fuck." Izaya hissed, feeling irritated at the topic.

"You know I'm not like that! I would only go that far with someone I-"

"Shizuo!" Izaya barked, turning to face the angered blonde. The angered and hurt look in those honey eyes was similar to the passionate rage he used to see during their chases. He wanted that fire, that stimulation. "I don't want to have this conversation ri-"

"I don't care! We're gonna talk about it!"

Izaya grit his teeth and slammed his fist into the pillow with frustration, "Shizuo, I swear to God if you start talking about this love bullshit I'm going to leave."

Shizuo snorted and rolled his eyes, "Like some cheap whore? Come on, I know you've got better taste than that." He crawled over the bed, gently placing his hand over Izaya's fist. "Izaya…come on…"

"Come on what?"

With his other hand, he took Izaya's chin and made the informant look at him. "Izaya…can't you just admit tha-"

"I'm not admitting anything. There is nothing to confess." Izaya sneered. His heart was racing and his mind was reeling. He had to get out - he couldn't stay here. This was getting to dangerous, too close. Shizuo was in love with him, and was slowly reeling him in as well. He just couldn't deal with it. He loved all humans, not just one exclusively. He couldn't change now.

Shizuo didn't want to give up though. He had never felt so strongly for someone before. He had never wanted someone so badly. Needed someone like he needed air. Izaya was worth every fight, every scar, every argument.

"You know you're lying to yourself."

"Fine!" Izaya snapped, ripping his hand away from Shizuo. "You want to hear the truth? Here it is. I loathe you. And if I thought I hated you before, then I truly know what it is to hate now. I can't stand the way you look at me. The way you touch me disgusts me. You make my skin crawl. I want you to be out of my life!"

No…no this is wrong. That's not true…

"…What?" Shizuo whispered, his eyes wide and hurt. He shook his head, trying to chuckle as if shaking off the initial shock, "You don't mean that."

"Did it ever occur to you that I might be getting paid to sit around and take care of your pathetic ass? That I'm probably waist deep in a job that has to deal with you? Ha! To think that you actually fell for me when I'm putting on this act. As if I'd ever be caring and, dare I say, friendly toward a monster like you!" Izaya laughed, half with disbelief. His mouth was running off and his heart couldn't keep up. Shizuo looked dumbfounded, angered, and upset all at once. It only fueled Izaya's rant.

"So, Shizu-chan…" he spat, pulling away from Shizuo and sliding off the bed. "…I'll just go and collect my payment. It's not worth sitting around here and having to deal with you falling for me. So go smoke 1000 cigarettes, see if I care. Cause I don't. I'd rather have you dead and out of my life."

Shizuo shook his head, completely speechless. "I…t-that..Izaya, you're lying…"

I know I'm lying-but…

"Don't informants always lie?"

Shizuo stared hard at Izaya, watching as the raven picked up his clothes and slipped them on, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere but here. If I disclosed my location, you'd probably try to follow me." Izaya scoffed, walking out of the bedroom toward the front door. He could hear Shizuo walking up behind him, trying to catch him. Although, the informant was already opening the front door. He turned to face Shizuo, giving him an icy glare.

"You can't just walk out of here, dammit!" Shizuo barked.

"Watch me." Izaya hissed, pulling his jacket closed around him.

"Izaya! Wait!"

Izaya slammed the door behind him, leaving Shizuo to stare at a closed door with sad eyes and a broken heart. The raven burst into a sprint as he heard the muffled sounds of objects being thrown in the apartment. He didn't want to hear that. He didn't want to know how much he hurt Shizuo - not this time. He desperately fled from the scene, ignoring the intense pain that shot up his leg as he abused his ankle by putting so much pressure on it. It didn't matter right now. He just had to get away. He kept telling himself this was for the better. That it wasn't start to stay in this growing relationship. That he had to cut it off. No matter how much it hurt them.