***Apologies. It took a bit longer than intended. Damn life getting in the way...But with out further adieu, please enjoy the final chapter of Aphrodisiac.***

The teeth and nails lasted through their second round. And their third. By the fourth round, their bodies rolled together in a slow and sinuous rhythm. Shizuo lay on top of his brunette lover, head barely touching the bend of Izaya's shoulder. He could feel their breaths intermingling, low moans hanging softly in the air, gaining in substance until Shizuo could practically draw them into his mouth. There was a quiet intensity growing, something apart from the physical fire they always found themselves in. His instincts told him so, but his mind could not quite pull the concept. With a small shift, he brought his mouth up to the informants alternating between sweet kisses and soft moans.

The brunette responded by slowly dragging his fingers down the blondes sides, marveling at the play of muscles. His entrance was now slick and open, coated thoroughly with the results of their earlier encounters, allowing his blonde move smoothly in and out of him. His red eyes looked down to take in a sight he rarely saw. Normally, they came together as two tigers fighting in the night, pure instinct and guided violence, a terrible beauty only perceived by the viewer but lost to the participants. But here, in this bubble of time, Izaya was able to focus and marvel at the beauty that was them. He looked down to take in his own toned stomach, his engorged erection lying tight against him, precum leaking out the tip in time with the thrusts into him. He could see Shizuo's length disappearing and reappearing with each coil of muscle from the hot body above him, stimulating his prostate when the space between them would close. He dragged his eyes away from the wonderful sight below him to stare up in to caramel eyes above him. They were full of an emotion that he couldn't quite understand but he was sure it was reflected back his eyes as well.

For months they had been doing this dance, a whirlwind of sex and heated fights, of jealous rages and protective battles. They were drawn to each other physically like moths to the flame, never sure if this would be the time they finally reach the light or if they would burst into flame. Yet they could never pull themselves away, and as their bodies began to heat once more, they found themselves on the brink of salvation or disaster.

Their breaths hitched as their minds finally caught up to the realization their bodies had come to so long ago.

"I..Izaya…"

"Shi..Shizu.."

Both sets of eyes widened trying to get the words out before they were rendered speechless. Their bodies increased in speed, not sure which release they needed more. As the pressure around them grew, Shizuo gasped trying once more to pull the words from his mouth.

"Izaya…" his hips deepened their angle, trying to speak the words the blonde couldn't, "I…lo~"

The pressure around them burst, sending Izaya arching back into Shizuo with a scream, cum spraying on his chest. The blonde man echoed with his own erotic cry and released, sheathed deep within his lover. He took a moment to admire the cum splattered man underneath him, the brunette's member mercifully growing soft for the first time this night. He leaned down and kissed one of the many love marks on his lover's neck and, with a sigh, pulled out and fell to the side bringing the informant closer to him.

Izaya wiggled in his lovers arms, turning, (despite his body's numerous complaints)towards his partner. "Shizu-chan…" He searched the bodyguards face, looking for that same elusive emotion that had been there just moments before. The mocha eyes before him softened into a small smile.

"Yeah flea?"

The informant snuggled into the blonde's chest taking reassurance in what he had seen.

"I love you…"

The next words came softly, sending the smaller man to sleep with a smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too flea…"

Morning came quietly, the blonde bartender awakening first and sliding out from under his sleeping lover. He stretched out the sore from his muscles and he took stock of the man beside him. Most of the red hickeys had begun to sink back into the pale skin, but some stood out in shocking relief the red darkening to purple, blood blisters pooling at the surface. The blonde felt a tad bit guilty about the physical damage he caused his lover during their encounters, but mostly it was a sense of pride over his marks.

He placed his hand over a set of bruises on the other man's arm. He could hear scream that tore had been from Izaya's throat the night before as he shoved his face into the mattress, entering him suddenly from behind. He pulled the brunette's arms back behind him, the strangled yelp only spurring on his thrusts. The warm cavern around his cock became unbelievably tighter, trying to milk him before he was ready to end it. Izaya's cries only increased in lust as Shizuo pulled his arms back even further, lifting the thin torso from the bed to slam with hard purpose driven thrusts. He could still taste the sweat he had licked from Izaya's shoulder as the informant sprayed his released on to the sheets.

Yep, it was definitely pride.

With a last look, he shook himself from the memory and padded over to the kitchen to start on breakfast. It wasn't long before the smell of food roused his counterpart, who came into the kitchen walking with a limp and looking a bit worse for wear.

"Aren't we domestic this morning Shizuo-chan?" he sang in his typical mocking voice.

"Shut it. You're just grumpy 'cause your ass is sore. Now eat." He slid a plate in front of the informant. "What did happen yesterday?"

Izaya sighed and began to pick at his food. "Namie overreacted. Typical woman stuff" he scoffed.

"You mean typical Izaya stuff." The blonde retorted, "You can be pretty annoying. But you know this sort of thing wouldn't happen if you had me around more often…"

Izaya perked up and sauntered around the table to wrap his arms around Shizuo's neck. "Ooohh? Does Shizu-chan want to move in with me?" he purred into the blonde's ear.

The bodyguard looked away, blushing a deep red, as he tried to shrug out from Izaya's arms. "No…I'm just saying I wouldn't have to keep saving your ass from Yakuza and bad guys and now crazy-ass secretaries!" He sighed. "Forget about it… I didn't mean it like that really…" with a grunt he stood up and started picking up the dishes, looking anywhere but the direction of the informant. Damnit! He thought last night was different. He thought that maybe there was something more, maybe it wasn't all just the drugs, maybe they really did…

"I wouldn't mind it you know…"

The barely whispered words were too close to his ear. A startled blonde looked over to find Izaya still clinging on to his neck. He had watching the intricate play of emotions far too closely.

"What'd you say flea?"

"I said," Izaya let go of his neck to wrap his arms around Shizuo's waist "I wouldn't mind having you around more often. Here. With me."

The taller man pulled back trying to catch the informants eyes. "You mean like live together?"

"No! I mean as a continuous slumber party! Of course I meant living together you protozoan! Honestly, here I am being open with a brute and all I get is idio~" The brunette rant was cut short by two soft lips on his own.

"Sure." The blonde cupped Izayas' face in his hands. "I love you."

"I love you too," Izaya's small genuine smile turned into a wide grin as he threw his hands in the air, "WHEEEE! SHIZOU-CHAN'S GUNNA BE MY LOVEGUARD! WHEEEEE" he proceeded to run around his apartment with his maniacal laughter.

"Shut it flea!" Shizuo scooped up the slightly insane informant "It's just to keep you out of trouble" he mumbled as he drew him in for deeper kiss.

The following work day found Namie silently slipping in to Izaya's apartment, trying very carefully to not alert the hopefully sleeping informant to her presence. She had accidentally left the lingerie ad she so desperately wanted.

"Namie!" The raven haired woman flinched. "You came to work today!"

"I just forgot something Orihara."

"Ah yes…" The informant smirked, "Your present for Seiji..." He waved his hand nonchalantly in the direction of the desk. On top sat a pink Victoria Secret bag. Namie's eyes widened and she quickly made her way over. "Consider it a present for a job well done… Your assignments are on the desk as well. I'll be in with my loveguard if you need me..."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

Namie paused at the strange voice coming from the bedroom, but shook it off as she eagerly tore into the bag. Finally! Seiji would be~ She blinked at the contents of the bag before her face contorted in anger.

"Orihara you bastard!"

On her desk sat a set of anal beads.

And a bag of tea.

***And there you have it my first fan fic! Please feel free to review/comment/suggest/dance as you see fit. Thanks for reading!***