Last chapter for this little series. No, the rating never did go up. But hey, I've been practising my Shizaya. So keep an eye on my stories ;D
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"Don't call me that." Shizuo growled, finally looking up from the T.V. "What do you want?"
"A kiss." Izaya answered, causing his lover to blush and look away. It wasn't often that Izaya was so blunt, but it always managed to get to him.
The informant crossed his apartment calmly, smirk already painted on his lips.
"What's the matter? After all this time, you still have trouble giving your lover a kiss?"
"...'course not." The other answered, still not meeting his eyes.
"Oh? Then why haven't you moved? Go on, I'm waiting~."
Shizuo hesitated for a moment. He always hated giving into the flea's taunting, but damn it, his pride was at stake! He stood slowly, shuffling awkwardly to where the other stood. This kind of thing didn't come easily to him, even after three years with this little pest. He just wasn't the romantic type.
Granted, neither was Izaya, but he didn't seem bothered by it in the least.
Having finally reached the brunette, he leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Izaya stood in surprise for a moment, before laughter bubbled from his lips.
"Shizu-chan, you never cease to surprise me!" He laughed, "Ah, but that wasn't quite what I had in mind."
And then he had lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Shizuo, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Tongues battled, every inch of their mouths explored by the other with a vigor that never seemed to diminish. Indeed, it only made them hungrier for more. The informant tangled his fingers in his lover's hair giving soft tugs, as said lover gripped his waist with bruising force.
The two pulled away, panting, for air. A trail of saliva connected them, before breaking and running down the corner of the ex-bartender's mouth. The informant, eyes glazed and looking far too smug, leaned forward and swiped it away with his tongue.
"Now, that is how you kiss your lover."
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