And, yet, even though he was unable to breathe because of the kiss and because of the constriction around his neck, Izaya was still a great kisser, Shizuo noted, letting go of those shoelaces and pulling them gently away from the informant's neck.

Finally! Air! Shizuo could only smirk to himself when Izaya pulled back slightly - only enough to seperate their lips from the kiss they shared - and panted heavily. The blonde allowed his enemy to breathe; instead latching his mouth onto Izaya's neck, giving sloppy kisses at first and then light butterfly kisses.

He was a little alarmed when Izaya moaned loudly and grinded his hips against Shizuo's, but then he remember that this usually calm and collected male was drunk... And alcohol did things to you. Which was one of the main reasons Shizuo didn't drink much; scared that he would hurt, perhaps kill someone innocent.

He was saving murder for one person.

He was saving murder for Izaya, of course.

Work had been practically mind-numbing earlier that day. Shizuo found himself distracted while following Tom around, which was why Tom had let him out early. 'I cannot have you working for me while you're so distracted. Take the rest of the day off...'

He was only distracted because he had not been expecting to see Riko-san here, in Ikebukuro. Here of all places. Didn't she know of Izaya-kun? Not only him himself, but gangs as well. Like Dollars... and then the Slasher who had been discovered but then...

He had walked to his apartment building, but did not go in. Instead he had went around the side; where the was a fire escape. The same fire escape that he had caught Izaya last night.

How had he managed... no, how did he get hurt by Riko-san? Shizuo had never managed to hurt the informant that badly, so how could a nineteen year-old girl had done it?

Vivid flashbacks had filled his mind from the previous night. He had been taking the back streets to walk to his apartment - even if it were so late that not really a lot of people were out... -, when all of the sudden he had heard yelling. It sounded like a girl yelling. Not only was he curious, but he naturally had a good heart underneath his 'candy-coating', so he had went to investigate.

Who would've thought that the source of the yelling was from the roof of his building.

And why was Izaya there, too? And now that Shizuo looked, the yelling was coming from Riko! "Shit shit shit," he had muttered to himself, running around the side, heading for the fire escape so he could make it to the top quickly. He didn't want that flea hurting his...

But when he had made it to the ladder of the fire escape, all he heard was, 'Haha! Look who's laughing now!', and then he saw Izaya plumetting towards him.

And so he had to catch the flea, because the pest was his and his only to mess with, and without Izaya, there would be no one else to chase around Ikebukuro... who was somehow an equal match.

...Yet Shizuo would never admit that. He hadn't even liked admitting that to himself.

After those flashbacks were over, he had jumped up, catching a hold of the bottom rail of the ladder for the escape. He climbed up, always having been good with climbing seeing as it involved arm strength, and then ran up the stairs between different floors until he made it to the roof. He wanted to see why Izaya could have possibly been up here. And, in particular, why he had been fighting with Riko.

And, all the blonde could find was a small splatter of blood; most likely the ravenette. After all, he had seemed to be the only one wounded. Perhaps Izaya had found his game.

...Yet that was wrong, because Izaya had not been wearing his coat. His coat had been back at his apartment when Shizuo had carried him there. In his coat was always his flickblade, right? Despite feeling so confused, Shizuo had left from the roof the normal way, going through the door and heading down about two flights of stairs before taking the elevator to his apartment from there.

After having recieved a call from Riko, saying that she was waiting for him at 'their spot', he remembered that he had made plans with that girl for today. That he had made plans with her to catch up the next day. He had forgotten because Izaya had given him a 'mission' to read a bunch of porn... yet it was better known as 'Boy Love', or... that word. Yaoi.

Disgusting. But... he learned a trick or two from reading them. He still had not been able to check them out, yet, to see if they even worked.

Hell, he would make them work on Izaya. The flea deserved pain, and if those moves were 'impossible', he would make them not-so-impossible.

He had went to 'their spot' which was actually only some sushi restaurant that had barely any business. In there they finished the conversation that Izaya had so rudely interrupted. Simple exchanges of 'how have you been?' and 'how are you doing now?'. Nothing very much... it was all a very simple conversation.

Except... one thing that Riko had stated. "You know, Shizuo-sama... I think you've matured since the last time I saw you. You're much more handsome than I remember."

After the meeting with the girl, he had went to the bar. He desperately needed at least one drink, if two at that, because what the girl had said, and exactly how she had said that with a wide grin... it confused him. Made him feel weird. Made him not exactly like this. Made him...

Shizuo tensed when the flea suddenly slumped against him, into his arms, and was only holding himself up by having his own arms wrapped around the ex-bartender's neck. Shizuo looked down at Izaya, hoping desperately this was some sort of trick and nothing bad happened to the other...

"Sh-Shizu-chan..." breathed Izaya, lifting his head to look up at the bodyguard. "...Can't stand. Too tired... do-does the positioning involve us standing...?"

How did a drunk man like him remember something like that? You would think...

Shizuo smiled, relaxing himself, before lifting the informant up off the ground before walking into his room. After lightly setting Izaya on the bed, he crawled on next to him, first kissing him roughly on the lips. Izaya had started it, and Shizuo definitely did not want him falling asleep before they could even start.

"Nng, uhn..." sounded the squirming male who was now beneath Shizuo. 'Wow', he thought to himself, gnawing lightly on Izaya's lower lip to get access. 'Does Izaya sure act different when he's drunk'. He closed his eyes and poked his tongue into the other male's mouth, exploring eagerly. He ran his hands down Izaya's clothed chest before slipping those hands up that shirt. He was absolutely amazed at the low moan he received for doing this action, and he pulled back from the man he was kissing before leaning back down once again, this time licking Izaya's jawline.

"Sh-Shizu-chan!" gasped the drunken male. "A-agh! Yo-you bastard!"

There was the Izaya he knew.

And this was the Izaya he loved.

This is what I call... a swift view of how our lovely Shizu-chan views everything. Pfft, I bet all of you are either mad or thinking how sappy this is because Shizuo 'secretly' loves Izaya, and Izaya secretly loves him too. And you guys are probably thinking how this will be a sappy romance...

Well, it's not. So mole. :3

Durarara! does not belong to me; Izaya and Shizuo (it's sad that I still don't know how to spell Shizuo's last name...), and any other character I may or may not mention do NOT belong to me. Aside from Riko. I made her up in, what, five seconds? XD

I don't really like switching points of views... but I had to for this chapter. Writing as a drunken Izaya is killing me, here.