"A monster is used to people running, screaming, frozen in fear begging etc. But someone sighing cracking their neck, rolling up their sleeves, and walking towards them is new." - Izaya to Shizuo as he refused to run away, the blonde hefting something large aimed at him. "throw it at me then. I'm tired of running, Shizu-Chan."
Shizuo's eyes were narrowed behind the sunglasses that he wore, but he unconsciously lowered the vending machine that he had picked up with the intent to smash the flea under it and be ride of the nuisance for good finally when the words that he had said started to sink in.
Izaya was . . . Giving up? No it was clearly some trick to fool the blonde into lowering his guard so that he could gain the upper hand. "What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?!" He demanded his voice a dangerous growl as Izaya just stood there.
He put his hands out to the side, then reached into his pockets and withdrew his usual arsenal of throwing blades, pins, etc... and let them drop to the ground. "nothing." he said finally, crossing his arms and staring at Shizuo.
"either hit me with it, or put it down. Your brother would be unhappy if you broke yourself .... again." he sounded resigned, not happy, not trollish... almost... tired.
Shizuo stood there, vending machine still in his grip and raising it again as the informant reached into his pockets and pulled out the normal implements that were typically thrown at Shizuo when he caught The Flea in a corner, then he did something that caught the blonde off guard and dropped them to the ground, the clatter loud in quiet alley.
"W..what?" He lowered the vending machine back to the ground when Izaya mentioned that his brother would be unhappy about the blond breaking himself... again, he didn't realize he had set it down for a moment before he shook his head and stalked up to the ravenette and snagging his collar and pulling him close, "Don't you talk about my brother..." he growled, the tone of Izaya's voice taking longer to register in his head.
"What... Exactly are you doing?" He said with a glare.
Letting Shizuo get that close to him spiked his anxiety, but he didn't particularly have a choice in the matter, considering the blonde 'Monster' was fast and Izaya had left himself open. His fault, really, if he died stupidly like this.
Instead he took a breath, looked Shizuo in the eye, leaned forward slightly so their lips were almost touching as he whispered. "I'm done. If you hate me that much... Kill me. Right now." as for invoking Kasuka's name... well. An Informants weapons weren't only blades, after all.
Shizuo was to say the least at a loss when Izaya looked him in the eye and leaned forward, the blonde feeling his breath as the informant spoke, saying he was done and that Shizuo should just kill him if he truly hated him that much.
He loosened his grip slightly on the male but he didn't let him go, he didn't move really at all as he thought for a moment, did he really hate the informant or was he just holding on to the anger from all those years ago? As he was about to release Izaya from his grip fully he 'accidentally' let his lips brush against the others before letting him go and turning on his heel to leave.
"Your lucky day Flea, I wont kill you today." he grumbled as he left, hoping that he had moved fast enough to hide the blush that crept onto his face.
As Shizuo let him go and stormed off, Izaya was left puzzled, wondering if that brush of a kiss was truly accidental, or if it was on purpose. his fingers went to his lips regardless as he stared after the blonde.
He sighed, eyed the vending machine that was definetly not where it was supposed to be, and bent down to pick up his knives and such that he'd dropped.
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A few hours later had him in his office at work, sitting at his computer, and trying to read an email... he'd been sitting there for an hour at this point just staring at the same email. He was too lost in thought to actually be able to read it.
Shizuo....
He tried to shake the thoughts of the blonde out of his head... it wasn't working. fuck.
The rest of Shizuo's day was uneventful, he didn't see Izaya at all and it was strangely starting to bother him, at one point he was just walking around until he found himself standing at the door to the informant's office, just staring at the door with a mix of confusion and frustration before he reached out and opened the door, maybe a little more forcefully that he had intended...
"Damn Flea... cant get anything done with you around cant get anything done when your not around..." he grumbled under his breath as he stalked inside, closer to Izaya at the computer.
He jumped as the doors to his office banged open and Shizuo stalked in, muttering something he didn't quite catch. He watched as a very pissed blonde stormed closer to him.
He turned his chair and faced him, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice as he tried to get his heart to stop pounding. Half due to the blonde's presence, half due to the loudness of the door banging open.
He tried to be casual as he spoke. "... Yes, Shizu-chan?" he asked, his voice almost successful at sounding like he was aloof and didn't care. "to what do I owe you scaring the hell out of me this time?"
He stopped at the desk, placing his hands on the top and leaning towards Izaya when he spoke, he caught that there was something off about his voice and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he answered the question.
"I want... no I demand you tell me WHY you gave up.. why you want to stop fighting, I thought your favorite thing to do was see how much your damn face can piss me off" He growled, his eyes narrowing. "Why... Can I get nothing done unless I know that you are out in the city just waiting for the chance to run into me?!"
He reached one hand up from the desk and reached forward quickly, snagging Izaya's collar like he had earlier. "Why... did you get in my face like that??"
Before he could get a word in edgewise, Shizuo had grabbed his shirt again. He sighed. the hell was up with Shizuo? "... you mean like you're getting in my face right now?" he asked without thinking, his mind racing.
"as for why I gave up... there comes a time when harassing the guy you like becomes routine, and less exciting. in other words. I got bored of chasing you around. I'm tired of dodging projectiles every time I go near you. So I'm done with it."
"as for Why you can get nothing done... that sounds like a you problem." He felt like the words weren't his own... they just sorta... came out.
Shizuo sputtered a moment when that first question was asked, he didn't release the others shirt but pulled him closer, or he tried to at least, there was the desk in between them. When Izaya said that he gave up because he was bored of chasing Shizuo around, and he... "Did... you just say you.. like me?" he growled, though it was less aggressive than his usual.
His grip on Izaya's shirt loosened a little, confusion on his face, this wasn't the Izaya that he knew, that he enjoyed hunting down and chasing around the city... Shit.. He let go of the Informant's shirt and took a step back from the desk.
Izaya leaned back in the chair to breathe for a moment and gather himself as he gazed at the confused Shizuo. He then turned in his chair, got up and removed himself from behind the safety of his desk.
He walked over to the blonde and looked him in the eye once more. "Fine. I'll repeat myself. try to listen this time." he said, taking a deep breath. "I have been in love with you for at least a year. The fuck do you think I keep baiting you? its the only way you'll pay attention to me. Get mad if you want, hit me... destroy my office. I don't care anymore. I'm tired of chasing you... since you obviously don't like me."
He turned and shook his head and then started turning to go back behind his desk. "did you hear me this time?"
Shizuo watched Izaya as he got up and moved from behind the safety of the desk, that made Shizuo raise an eyebrow, then once again the informant was in his face, red eyes staring into blue as a shock ran through the blonde and Izaya was speaking again.
Izaya... loved him? With all of the attempts that the blonde has made on the informants life.. Izaya was in love with the monster that Shizuo was. '...you obviously don't like me.' made the blonde move and he grabbed the others wrist as he turned away again.
"Why?" he demanded. "Why do you say that I don't like you? You never even asked why your face pisses me off." He growled, pulling Izaya to him and making sure that he couldn't get away.
jerked back towards Shizuo as the other grabbed his wrist, his eyes widened as the blonde spoke. Then he was in Shizuo's arms and his heart rate spiked.
He almost froze... but managed to hold onto his composure for the moment. "A-alright." he said, swallowing hard. "Why does my face piss you off?" He had sworn many people had asked him that. including himself and Shinra.
But at the moment that was a moot point. Izaya waited for the reply while trying to not allow himself to melt into Shizuo's arms.
He stood there holding Izaya close to him, his hand tight on his wrist, his other moved around the others waist, the question was asked and he was quiet for almost to long of a moment. He shifted a little and his face was close to Izayas. "Because apparently I fucking love you too." he grumbled darkly before pressing his lips against the informants own.
It was as if Izaya had been struck by lightning. Without hesitation, the moment Shizuo kissed him, his arms were around his shoulders and he was kissing back too, hard... passionately. almost without thinking his hand went up and tangled in that mop of blonde hair... something he'd wanted to do for a while now.
His body melted against the blonde's huge frame as a year or more of longing hit him like one of the vending machines Shizuo kept throwing at him and he couldn't get enough air almost.
Shizuo's words rang in his ear as all other thoughts left.
He loves me too...
He could feel the flush on his face, but he didn't' care at the moment.
Shizuo kept the one arm around Izaya's waist tightly as the informant kissed back, the hard passion that he could feel in the kiss surprised him only a little bit. When Izaya's hands went to his hair, fingers tangling in it getting lightly tugged at the more the others fingers tangled in it.
His other hand now that it was no longer holding the informant's wrist moved to cup the back of his head as Izaya melted against his body, all of the anger and aggression slowly ebbing away the longer the kiss lasted until Shizuo was forced to break it so that he could breathe and he realized that he absolutely meant what he had accidentally grumbled out that he loved Izaya.
It was messed up, he had lived with hating the informant for so long, everyone knew how much he had loathed the man, but here he was, staring down at at Izaya silently.
The kiss broke, but he said nothing, just looking into the blonde's eyes, his heart pounding. He tried to catch his breath but it kept catching in his throat. the Informant was flooded with emotion... and his face, and possibly his entire body, were flushed red.
He didn't want to break the silence, the spell... whatever had come over them. He slowly untangled his fingers from the now messy blonde hair and rested his arms on Shizuo's shoulders, biting his lip.
