Shizaya Fanfic Chapter two

(This really needs a title , warning for meh not much , nothing the title didn't already explain)


As he approached Russia Sushi he remembered Izaya's weakness for fatty tuna and decided to get some , wasn't there a saying that said the way to a man's heart goes through the stomach? The romantic context aside  Shizuo thought it suited the situation quite well.

He managed to avoid answering Simon's questions about who he was eating with and since when did he like fatty tuna. The informant's favorite meal being rather expensive  he had to settle for a much cheaper set for himself , oh well he wasn't paying the food so he wasn't going to complain.

As he got back home unlocked the door and left the food on the small table next to the couch. Couch that was still occupied by Izaya , asleep , curled into a ball .
Shizuo moved closer as if to confirm the man was sleeping and not faking it , closing the distance between the two of them little by little until he could almost feel the other's still breathing.
At that very moment he felt the coldness of one of the informant's flick blades right under his jaw. The black haired man opened an eye and removed the blade from the other's skin.

- Dinner? Was all that he asked.

Shizuo pointed at the dishes still in the shopping bag on the table, then took out both his and Izaya's meal and gave his share to the smaller man.

- Oh! Fatty tuna ! You picked well , could it be you wanted to make up for what happened before?
The man's was wearing his usual grin , the one which Shizuo thought oh so annoying.

- I'm not too proud of myself about that. Was all that the blonde could mutter .

Silence.

Once both of them were finished eating Izaya leaned in the couch once again , placing himself comfortably.

- You're still sleepy?Shizuo asked .

- Unlike you I'm not the kind of man to fall asleep right after sex. Besides sleeping when you're around is out of question.

- Huh? You didn't get any while I was asleep? The blonde was now starring at the other a puzzled look on his face.

- No , you left me on the cold floor so sleeping wasn't really the first thing that came to mind . Izaya's smirk was now slightly bitter , each of his word like needles piercing through the blonde's skin.

- You could've joined me.

- Sure , I should've thrown myself straight into your arms , first you left me on the floor then I should've come to you and cuddle with you? Sounds absolutely right doesn't it?

Shizuo bit his lower lip , starting to feel seriously uneasy.

- You didn't seem to protest that much , don't make it sound like it was rape.

- I protested. Izaya stated bluntly.

- Barely did , you didn't even struggle or anything!

The informant laughed and stretched his arms a little '' If you say so''. That's when Shizuo noticed the now purple blueish bruises on the man's wrists.

- Wait..

The blonde took one of the smaller man's hands examining the bruises , "You… did struggle. Right? Could it be that I was to mad to notice…?".

- That's ridiculous ! If I had wanted to break free I totally could've !
the informant's words now sounded almost hesitant. His gaze avoided the other's.

Shizuo leaned closer not letting go of the man's hand seeking to make the other turn toward him , ''Izaya…''. Said man turned and wrapped his arms around Shizuo, '' If you dare to say something like "I'm sorry" I'm killing you during your sleep". Unable to say anything the blonde starred at the smaller man clinging onto him.

- Ah , this seems to be working pretty well , Shizu-chan finally stopped talking!

Izaya was about to let go when he felt two large hands on his back , nails slightly digging through the fabric of his clothes.

- If it's like this , does it makes what happened earlier okay…?

A faint honest smile crossed the informant's face as he thought about how naive the other could be to ask such a question.

- Nobody will never know anyway , you're only trying to ease your conscience , which makes me glad I don't have one .

Shizuo pulled the other a little closer until he could feel Izaya's head resting on his shoulder unable to say anything , unsure about what he should do about the slender man's lies , even if he treated the matter like if it was no big deal there definitely was something off . He really wanted for a way to calm everything down so that he and Izaya could go back to bluntly hating each other without having to take anything seriously. Now that he thought of it , besides the fact the informant was annoying and sometimes a complete asshole who did his best to turn his life into a living hell , no no no wait that was plenty of reasons to hate the man !
So why was he desperately trying to find a way to comfort him? He could feel Izaya slightly tensing up with each seconds , was this getting awkward? Of course it was , why the hell wasn't he feeling that way?It took him an enormous amount of strength to detach himself from the smaller man but he felt like he had to before this went out of control.

- I'll prepare a futon for you to sleep in , you should just go and take a shower meanwhile.

Izaya looked just like if he had just woken up from a dream , "Heh? Sounds like a plan.." he quickly stood up and headed to the bathroom like if he had been living there forever. Shizuo waited for Izaya to come out of the bathroom  , feeling the need to get rid of the faint smell of sweat he was carrying. He felt like lighting a cigarette to fill in the blank while he was waiting but remembered his ashtray being thrown off the window and reduced to shreds.

The black haired man didn't take that long , suddenly popping an arm out of the door " My bag". The blonde took the informant's bag and gave it to him opening the door a little wider so he could get the bag to go through. Which caused Izaya to pop his head out , his hair still damp ,slightly sticking to his face , at that very moment Shizuo had to admit the man was cute , no cute wasn't really the word to define it , his expression looked much more natural and relaxed than the usual grin he always wore , the damp hair was adding to that. He looked beautiful, no matter how cheesy it sounded in Shizuo's mind , it was the only thing that came to mind.

- I suppose you don't have a hair dryer ?

The blonde pointed at his own hair , "Does it looks like I even USE that?". Izaya chuckled and closed the door.
A few minutes later he came out changed in what Shizuo guessed at the be what the smaller man usually used as a sleepwear.He was wearing an oversized shirt that went about down to his hips , it was one of those shirts they sell pretty much everywhere that said "Fuck Google , ask me" on the front. The ones you often see tourists buy. For his own sake  Shizuo didn't look anywhere past said shirt not really caring whatever he might've been wearing as bottoms just not taking the risk of remembering the other's lower half. He decided a cold shower would calm down the maelstrom of feelings  growing inside of him.

By the time he got out he noticed the lights had been shut and that Izaya was laying on the futon he had prepared earlier , texting someone from his cellphone. Shizuo  felt calmer now and settled for falling asleep as soon as possible not to do anything he'd regret later.

Which seemed to work pretty well for he fell asleep almost instantly but only got about 2 hours of peaceful sleep before waking up to the sight of Izaya on top of him trying to wake him up.

- Is the heater broken or what ?! It's freezing in here !

Shizuo sighed , even though he had told the caretaker about it at least twice it seemed like they just couldn't get it fixed definitely.

- It happens a lot , I'll fix it tomorrow …
as he finished his sentence the blonde shifted in his bed pulling the covers up.

- What that's all ?! I'll be dead by tomorrow ! How can you not even be bothered by the cold?

Izaya's hands were clenching on the bed sheets and you could tell they weren't trembling because of anger like Shizuo's usually would but from the cold. To the other's lack of response the informant  proceeded climbing out of the bed , he was almost standing when he was pulled by the wrist and shoved in the bed under the covers by Shizuo. The taller man wrapped his arms around Izaya's slender frame , rubbing circles on his back , "Shit you're cold " ! He could feel the shivers running down the other's spine  which each of his movement, "Think would lie about being cold? I've never been that good with temperatures" , of course  after all when he thought about it Izaya had always been wearing the same fluffy jacket even in summer. Hopefully unlike before on the couch the informant was relaxing slightly in Shizuo's embrace , which made the whole thing less awkward for the blonde.
His hand stumbled against something hard on Izaya's back , oh god and there we go , another flick blade.

- The hell?! Do you really need to keep one even at night?

The smaller man's voice came out softly , having that sleepy feel to it.

- You never know..

Shizuo quickly slipped a hand under Izaya's shirt removing the weapon from the cold skin earning what sounded very close to a moan from the other man.
Absentmindedly continuing his ministrations , Shizuo could feel the informant's muscles gradually relax until there seemed to be almost no tension anymore.

- Izaya?..

No answer but the still sound of the black haired man's breathing. The blonde could swear he must've looked idiotic at the moment as a smile crossed his face.
He watched the smaller man's sleeping face for a while , mentally noting that Izaya was much more bearable when he wasn't saying or doing anything , that was the last thought that crossed his mind as slept claimed him as well.