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[a_violent_end]

Who: Shizuo making Izaya log
When: Late Tuesday/Early Wednesday.
Where: Izaya's place
Style: ACTION (/gameface)
Status: Closed

[Upon arriving at Izaya's, Shizuo sets Ion on the couch and has mental debate between trying to go see if Izaya is trying to get himself killed, and waiting to make sure Ion is okay. He's a little worried, since healing him had been a kind of sacrifice for Ion. It is...pretty uncomfortable to think about. But ultimately Shizuo decides to keep an eye on him.

Then, once he's feeling a little more confident that Ion is going to be okay, Shizuo decides to look around.

He's been here once before, but last time he hadn't really paid attention. Things had been a lot different, then. Or maybe they hadn't been, not really. Shizuo showed up to...make Izaya jealous, as both Ion and Sola had pointed out.

After looking around, Shizuo decides to try and find Izaya's room. He isn't really one to snoop, but he's curious, and Izaya has snooped into his life far worse - or so he justifies it to himself. He's careful not to make too much noise, because he doesn't know who else is in the house, and luckily picks the right room.

He knows because he sees the rose (at which he just...looks at for a minute) and the knives beside it. Then large chess pieces mounted to the wall. Izaya and his fucking chess pieces.

He means to only look around a little, but before long, he's really involved. He looks through the closets at Izaya's varying wardrobe, and rummages in the circular nightstands to find - ahh, okay, Shizuo just...yeah - and a diary. Which surprises Shizuo, a little. He doesn't look through it, though. Just closes the drawer.

When he's done, he stands in the room for a minute, taking it all in. Then he looks at the very large and seemingly comfortable bed. He realizes just how tired he is - he's healed, now, but it's been a long day. Week. Hell, the whole two months he's been at Vatheon have felt long.

He doesn't exactly mean to, but Shizuo gets in Izaya's bed and closes his eyes for just a minute - only to fall asleep.]

Comments

WE CAN DO THIS :|

[kingwithnocrown]

[Izaya went to find that monkey. It didn't take him long to figure out who it was either. To say the least, he hadn't been happy. Maybe it was that they were together now or maybe it was the sheer fact that Izaya was the only one allowed to hurt Shizuo -but. It had rubbed him the wrong way.

Without a scratch, Izaya comes home, looking smug with himself as he lets himself in. He hopes that Shizuo had made it home all right after being healed.

He would never have suspected that Shizuo was still in his home.

So you can only imagine his surprise when he opens his bedroom door to find- a sleeping Shizuo. For a moment, Izaya looks a bit surprised. For good reason too because seriously?

Then his surprise flattens into a slight smile, his expression surprisingly warm. This is the part of Izaya that he doesn't really show. To anyone. But it's also the part that he never really has either. He closes the door quietly behind him and tiptoes through the room.

Quiet. All very quiet. At some point, he removes his jacket and- just- puts it over Shizuo.

He's about to leave when his hand stops over the door knob. Wait.

He moves back to the bed and sits down next to Shizuo, leaning over him. A hand rests on the slender dip of Shizuo's side and- ah.

He really is such a handsome guy. For a brief moment, Izaya allows himself to feel that sickeningly pitched sensation of sheer bliss at actually having Shizuo in this way.

Izaya doesn't really know when it happens himself but suddenly, he's laying down beside Shizuo, on his side and facing the other man. A hand is playing with Shizuo's hair and his eyes...droop and- ah--ah...No...

He shifts closer until there's barely an inch- between them- and...then...closer...

Is he allowed to do this? Experimentally, he puts his body against Shizuo's. Just enough to feel. Not...solidly against Shizuo. Not the way he'd like. And he rests his forehead against Shizuo's chest and closes his own eyes.

And just like that- he's asleep too.]