A/N: So, this story is actually kind of two stories but then actually kind of not. So I wrote out the second story first, based off of my idea for the first story, and then I wrote out the first story as well. So the first story (the one below) is the original, but the second story is the one I wrote first.
Confused? Me too.

Point is: The second one is based off of the first one which is why the beginnings are the same, but other than that they branch off into different directions.

I'm done talking now

Enjoy~

"Why are you here again Orihara-san?"

Dim lights flickered in the small apartment, illuminating the figure of a sixteen year old boy, sitting hunched over papers at the kitchen table. On the opposite side of the table, the silhouette of a man could be seen, red eyes flashing in the dark and a glint of metal catching the rare speck of light.

"So mean~ Mikado-kun! Can't I come visit you?" Izaya exclaimed, moving his switchblade up from where it laid on Mikado's collarbone to rest beneath his chin, bringing Mikado's face up to meet his.

"This is the third week you've visited me, and you've come nearly every day each week. It's getting kind of tiring."

"Tiring? How rude!"

Mikado let out a sigh, "Orihara-san, we go through the same thing each time you come here. You come in, point a knife at me, then drag me out for some pointless activity. Although," Mikado snuck a look at his phone, "you're later today than usual and it's already dark, so I'm assuming the last thing on the list can be counted out today."

"Pointless activities? I put a lot of thought into those dates you know" Izaya said with a pout, watching with amusement as Mikado's eyes widened at the word "date", cheeks dusted with a rosy red flush. Fighting down his blush, Mikado sighed again.

"Orihara-san, that's not how you properly take someone out on dates."

"Oh?" Izaya leaned forward, leaning on his elbows which were propped up on the table in front of him, "And how would you go about properly taking someone out, Mikado-kun?"

"Well," Mikado said, leaning forward a bit as well, prompting Izaya to flick his knife away, "you have to ask them first of all."

"Well then, Mikado-kun, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Mikado leaned forward, brushing his lips across the informant's before pulling away slightly to let his breath ghost across the other's lips, "No thank you."

Mikado stood up, smiling at the surprised look on the older man's face. Picking up his cup, Mikado moved to bring it over to the sink. With his back to the informant, Mikado missed the sudden movement Izaya made as he stood as well, grabbing Mikado's wrist and pushing him up against the cupboards. Mikado watched in horror as his cup fell down, down, down, and shattered into a thousand pieces upon contact with the ground.

Mikado turned to Izaya with a glare, "You broke my cup!"

"Hmmm I guess I did, didn't I?" Izaya smiled, pulling Mikado forward, "I guess we'll just have to go get another one, won't we?"

"Eh?" Mikado let out in surprise, unable to protest as he was pulled to the door of his apartment, before being led out of it by the smiling informant.

"It'll be a date!"