Ahhh, fluff! I've never written fluff before, so I hope it doesn't suck~ ^^;;

Also, there's a lemon. Be wary, readers.

Allllso, this is the real end. For real. No more chapters shall be written. Ever.

Thanks so much for reading!

Bye-bye~! \(^w^)/

Breakdown

Shizuo panted as he tried to keep up with Izaya. The flea had been running for hours now, ignoring his yells, showing no sign of stopping. Shizuo reached up to wipe the sweat from his eyes, and in that moment, Izaya somehow vanished.

Fuck, Shizuo thought. He paused and looked around. Suddenly, he saw some kids from that gang...what were they called? Ah, that's right. The Yellow Scarves. Ever since they'd merged with the Blue Squares, there were an awful lot of those fuckers running around.

Anyway, some kids from the Yellow Scarves were talking to someone in an alley. Everything about their body language screamed that they were up to no good, so Shizuo decided to intervene. He couldn't just stand by and let someone get hurt.

So Shizuo rushed over to the alley. When he got there, he was surprised to see that the person the Yellow Scarves had decided to harass was Izaya. Shizuo watched as one of the Yellow Scarves grabbed Izaya by the throat, and his eyes widened when Izaya drew his flickblade and lifted it into the air, about to bring it down right into the kid's head.

"Oi! Flea!"

Izaya hesitated for a moment, and in that moment, the Yellow Scarves recognized Shizuo.

"Fuck, it's Heiwajima!"

Instantly, the punk holding Izaya threw him to the ground, and they all bolted out of the alley. Shizuo thought it was over, but then, without warning, Izaya sat up and sent several of the sharp little knives he always kept on him zipping towards the retreating punks.

Shizuo didn't think; he reached out and smacked the knives aside, but the last one stabbed through his hand. Growling low in his throat, Shizuo tore out the knife and crossed to where Izaya was sitting. Izaya struggled as Shizuo yanked him off the ground.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Shizuo spat, shaking Izaya. Izaya didn't reply and flailed violently to get free, and when Shizuo looked into Izaya's wide eyes, he realized that they were completely blank. "Izaya?"

Again, Izaya gave no indication he'd heard. Shizuo was at a loss, but then he slapped Izaya across the face. Izaya immediately stopped fighting and blinked, then his eyes slowly focused on Shizuo. They were full of confusion.

"Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo dropped Izaya, who landed in a heap on the ground. "Good. You're back."

Izaya got shakily to his feet. Shizuo was here? This was bad. This was really bad.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

The disappointment and anger in Shizuo's voice made Izaya want to curl up and die. And he was getting scared again. Izaya fought against the impending black out. What if Shizuo actually died this time? Izaya began to tremble.

"Go away."

"Tch! Not a chance!"

Izaya suddenly tried to sprint out of the alley, but Shizuo grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall. He could feel Izaya shaking, and he felt a little bad. Was he being too harsh?

No! He couldn't let himself be fooled! After what he'd seen, he was pretty sure that Izaya was the one who had killed all of those kids from the gangs. Shizuo tightened his grip until Izaya winced in pain.

"Let go. Please," Izaya begged. Shizuo couldn't remember a time when he had ever heard Izaya beg. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I said I won't!" Shizuo snapped. "Not until you tell me what the hell is going on! Why are you killing people like this? I'm not leaving until you answer me!"

Izaya seemed to shrink. He hung his head. "I..." Izaya gave a shudder. "I don't know. They scare me, and then I just...I kill them. I don't even remember doing it."

Shizuo frowned, but before he could say anything, Izaya's eyes went empty again.

"You still hurt me in my dreams," Izaya said, a crazed grin breaking out over his face. "If I kill you, it'll be over, right? Right, Shizu-chan?"

An icy pit opened in the middle of Shizuo's chest. "This isn't you, Izaya."

"You're wrong, Shizu-chan," Izaya giggled. "This is me."

Shizuo shook his head in disgust, but he let go of Izaya. "Fine. Go ahead and do it."

Izaya stared at him. "What?"

"What do you mean 'what?'" Shizuo said. "Kill me."

A wild laugh burst out of Izaya, and he drew his flickblade, pressing the tip against Shizuo's chest over his heart. Shizuo braced himself, but Izaya didn't stab him. He looked into those dull red eyes and saw just the slightest bit of doubt.

"What are you waiting for, flea?"

"This...this will make it stop...won't it?" Izaya questioned in a small voice.

Shizuo shrugged. "It's worth a shot, right?" he said. He stepped forward so the flickblade poked through the fabric of his shirt and into his skin, but Izaya stumbled back before it did any real damage.

"Never took you for the suicidal type, Shizu-chan." Izaya was still grinning, but Shizuo thought it seemed a little forced.

"I'm not," Shizuo replied calmly. "But if it'll help you snap out of this, then I'll do what I have to. I want to help you."

Izaya laughed. "You hate me."

"I stopped hating you weeks ago." Again, Shizuo stepped forward, and again, Izaya had to move quickly to stop Shizuo from stabbing himself on the flickblade. Izaya's back hit the wall.

"Only because you pity me," Izaya said sharply. "I'm not worth your hate."

"That's not it," Shizuo told him softly. He leaned in and touched Izaya's cheek. "That's not it at all."

Then Shizuo kissed him. The flickblade fell to the ground, and Izaya stood there, not kissing back but not pulling away. When Shizuo ended the kiss, he saw that Izaya's eyes were bright and brimming with tears.

"You did it again," Izaya whispered. Shizuo frowned as the tears overflowed and began to trickle down Izaya's face. He gently wiped them away.

"Did what?"

Izaya raised a shaking hand to his lips. "That."

Shizuo moved Izaya's hand and gave him another soft kiss, much shorter than the last. "And?" he murmured, making Izaya shiver as his warm breath brushed over Izaya's skin. "What's wrong with me kissing you?"

"It hurts."

Those words made Shizuo wince. He'd thought he'd been careful, but maybe he was wrong. "Sorry. I'll try to be more gentle."

Izaya shook his head. "No, not like that. It hurts in my chest, like my heart's being squeezed."

Shizuo smiled. "That's normal."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

To demonstrate, Shizuo took Izaya's hand and pressed it on his own chest, so that Izaya could feel how his heart skipped a beat when they kissed again. Izaya jerked back with a gasp, staring at his hand in surprise, then he looked up at Shizuo.

"Why?" Izaya's eyes were full of raw emotion. "Why?"

"Because I love you."

xxx

Izaya had never felt this way before. Ten minutes ago, Shizuo had said he loved him, and now they were lying on the bed in Izaya's new home. Shizuo was nuzzling his neck, tickling and nipping, making him whimper, turning him into a quivering mess. Izaya stiffened when Shizuo's hand slowly trailed down to his groin.

"It's okay," Shizuo promised in a breathless voice. "I'll stop if you want."

"Don't stop," Izaya replied. He reached down and put his hand over Shizuo's, encouraging him. Shizuo's hand started rubbing him through his pants, and Izaya let out a moan and bucked his hips.

After a while, Shizuo paused to take off his shirt and pants, and then he helped Izaya do the same. When they were both naked, Shizuo crawled back above Izaya and kissed him deeply. He gently pinching Izaya's nipple, tugging it, and Izaya gasped, arching into Shizuo's touch.

"S-stop!" Izaya panted. He was half-afraid that Shizuo wouldn't listen, but the man backed off immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you...do you have...?"

Shizuo was already flushed, but a fresh wave of color rose into his face. He got up and reached into the pocket of his discarded pants, taking out a little bottle full of clear liquid. Izaya stared at him, impressed and curious.

"Shinra gave it to me a few days ago," Shizuo explained. "Said it might come in handy."

"I'm sending him a fruit basket," Izaya replied simply, then he grabbed Shizuo and dragged him back into bed. Shizuo quickly popped open the bottle and slicked the liquid over his fingers, then he saw that Izaya was watching him with terrified eyes.

"Hey, we don't have to–"

When Izaya glared at him, Shizuo shut up. He reached down and slowly pressed one of his fingers into Izaya, who hissed in pain.

"Try to relax," Shizuo murmured, hardening at the feel of those tight muscles clenching around his finger. Izaya nodded and tried, his scrawny ribcage heaving with each breath, his head thrown back and his fingers tangled in his sweaty hair.

It hurt to see Izaya in pain. Desperate to distract him, Shizuo drew his tongue over the tip of Izaya's erection. Izaya cried out in shock at the suddenly surge of pleasure, and Shizuo eagerly repeated the action.

Shizuo kept licking until Izaya forgot about the discomfort, then he started to slide his finger in and out. Izaya tensed a little, but then he relaxed again. After a few minutes, Shizuo stopped and looked up.

"I'm going to add another finger, okay?"

Izaya nodded, then clenched his teeth at the pain. This time, it didn't take as long for him to adjust. When Shizuo added a third finger, however, Izaya squirmed and let out a whine.

Shizuo instantly froze. "Are you all right?"

Izaya gulped and nodded, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes. Shizuo started to pull out, but Izaya shook his head.

"D...don't."

"Izaya, we can always do this some other time," Shizuo said. "We don't have to do it tonight."

"N-no," Izaya said. "I want to...to do this with you. Like it's my...first time. Please...keep going."

So Shizuo did. Eventually, the pain faded from Izaya's face. When Izaya looked at Shizuo with glazed, half-lidded eyes and nodded, Shizuo removed his fingers and started lubricating his length, using much more than was needed in hopes that it might help. He positioned himself, lining himself up carefully.

"I'll go slow," Shizuo promised. He kissed Izaya, then he slowly pushed the tip of his penis inside. Izaya went rigid and yelped, trembling. Shizuo eased in a little more before Izaya's hand grabbed his wrist hard enough to bruise. Izaya couldn't speak, but his eyes were begging Shizuo to stop.

It took all of Shizuo's strength to keep himself from thrusting into Izaya right then, and he waited until Izaya let go and nodded. Izaya bit his lip to keep from screaming as Shizuo moved deeper. At last, the movement stopped.

"It's in, Izaya," Shizuo panted. "It's all in."

Izaya could feel it. The fullness. The hot, stiff length twitching inside of him. He clenched down a little, and Shizuo let out a muffled groan that sent a tremor of liquid heat into Izaya's lower stomach.

"Okay," Izaya choked out. "You can move now."

Shizuo drew out a little, then pushed back in. Izaya shuddered and felt sick. The pain just got worse, and the fear was threatening to drown him. But then, surprisingly, it began to feel pretty good. Izaya found himself moaning and curling his legs around Shizuo, wanting more. Shizuo complied, thrusting faster and harder. Without warning, Shizuo thrust and hit something inside him that made Izaya scream.

If Izaya's legs hadn't been holding Shizuo in place, Izaya was sure Shizuo would have pulled out. He blinked past the white spots to find Shizuo looking down at him in absolute horror. Izaya gave him a shaky grin.

"Do that again."

Shizuo hesitated, then angled himself and bucked forward. Izaya screamed again, and Shizuo realized that he wasn't screaming in pain. Shizuo grinned in relief and made sure to hit the same spot over and over again, driving Izaya wild.

"Shi-Shizu-chan," Izaya gasped. "Shizu-chan!"

And then he was cumming all over his stomach. Shizuo grunted as Izaya's muscles clamped down on him, and that combined with the sight of Izaya's face twisted with pleasure sent him over the edge.

Shizuo thrust slowly, drawing out their orgasms, then he had to stop. He collapsed next to Izaya, hugging him close. It was way too hot, but Izaya couldn't bring himself to care because, for the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt like everything was going to be okay. Shizuo would keep him safe. From his memories...from the world...from himself. If things ever got too scary, Shizuo would be there.

Before, Izaya hadn't been able to say it, but now he was ready. Izaya pressed his forehead against Shizuo's bare, sweaty chest and smiled.

"I love you, too."

The End