To Join The Black Parade

To join the black parade

Here's the last of my lyrics asks that my ~~mysterious unknown anon oh who could they be~~ sent me that I'm going to use to post another fic. It's just a silly practice fic that I started a little while back and I was like hey this is cute let me edit this a little.

Anyway!

“Shizu-chan?” Izaya asked from his place a few feet away on the couch. He was hanging upside down on his back.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a scenario for you.”

“Hm. No thanks.”

“Aww don't be that way. Indulge me okay?”

“Ugh.”

“No listen. If I ever got kidnapped…”

“Here we go.” Shizuo grumbled.

“No listen!” Izaya whined, crawling over to him. “If I ever got kidnapped, and my keepers wanted you to pay them a ransom, how much would you pay?”

“I wouldn’t pay it. Moving on.”

“Oh that’s so mean!” Izaya said, pushing on his chest. “You wouldn’t even try to save me? How depressing!” he didn’t sound depressed though. In his disturbing, Izaya-like way he seemed rather amused at the idea that Shizuo would just let some group snatch him up and torture him to death despite their relationship. Shizuo scowled.

“I wouldn’t pay any ransom because I would punch whoever had done it in the first place. And then I would punch you once I got you out of there because I’ll know that you got caught on purpose just to annoy me.”

“You really think I’d go to all that trouble just to cause you grief?” Izaya asked as though it were an absurd insinuation, yet he was smiling. Typical, Shizuo thought.

“You went to all that trouble to ask me that dumbass question. Of course I would rescue you, dumbass, I’d just be pissed because you know better than to let that shit happen.”

“Well excuse me. I didn’t realize I was never allowed to get caught off guard or make a mistake.”

“Well now you know.”

Izaya huffed dramatically. He folded his arms and straddled Shizuo, hovering over the other who was splayed out across the couch with his back pressed into the cushions, staring indifferently. Izaya threw his arms around Shizuo’s neck and kissed him. It wasn’t dramatic or out-of-the-blue- Shizuo lived in a state of expecting Izaya to kiss him. He couldn’t say that kissing the other was what he could call ‘ordinary’, but he was certainly used to the other taking priority of his mouth at all times. Izaya could start up an annoying conversation simply for the sake of surprising Shizuo with a kiss.

Shizuo’s hands wandered up Izaya’s waist, up the inside of Izaya’s shirt and he was lost in that moment. Nothing else existed in the world except him, Izaya, and this intimate space between them. It was a sense of privacy and companionship that he had never felt with another person before. He was incredibly grateful.

Of course, that didn’t mean that he would act like it. Izaya was still Izaya after all.

“Mm. Thank you,” Izaya purred when he finally let go. “That was quite a pick me up. Just what I needed after being so horribly devalued and mistreated.”

“Oh knock it off already. Didn’t you get what you wanted?”

“Shizu-chan,” Izaya tutted, though the corners of his mouth curved upward, “When your romantic partner and one and only true love asks you how much money they’re worth to you, you can only simply answer all the money in the world.”

“I don’t have all the money in the world. I do, however, have a foot that can be used to kick someone’s ass. Including yours.” he pinched Izaya on the cheek, frowning in his annoyance.

“Ow! Shizu-chan, there’s no need to be so grumpy about hypotheticals!” he rubbed at the sore spot the second Shizuo let go, even though Shizuo hadn’t pinched it that hard. It was turning red regardless. “So then? You wouldn’t pay for me? You wouldn’t do whatever it took to save me?”

He cupped Shizuo’s chin and squeezed his cheeks with his fingers.

“Fine,” Shizuo said, and with his lips forcibly puckered like that he sounded muffled, which seemed to amuse Izaya. “I would do whatever it took. Climb any mountain, destroy any obstacle.” He pried Izaya’s hands away. “Are you happy?”

“Hardly.” Izaya said with dubious eyes. “Your commitment is clearly performative. There’s no heart in it at all.”

“I’ll show you heart.” Shizuo said before tackling him onto the couch. There was a sharp squeal and Izaya was helpless as Shizuo tickled him by running sharp fingers over his thighs and kissing his neck. Secretly, Shizuo loved the sound of Izaya’s laughter when he was being tickled. He also loved torturing Izaya until he was truly begging for mercy, gasping for breath and clinging to him as he let go. He loved the feeling of Izaya’s breathing calming down against his neck.

Then there was quiet. There usually was when Izaya lost composure like that. Shizuo tucked himself against the couch with Izaya pressing his face against him. He didn’t want to ruin the moment of quiet, so he idly let his eyes wander, his hand resting and rubbing up Izaya’s lower back. After a while he got bored.

“Izaya.”

There was no response. Shizuo scowled, rolling his eyes. Of course Izaya was gonna be dramatic. He could never really expect him to be any different.

“Oi Izaya.” He said, ducking his head against the little nook he’d made for himself against Shizuo’s chest. Izaya still didn’t respond though so Shizuo gave him a little shake. “Hey Izaya!”

“Hm?” Izaya looked up suddenly, eyes droopy. “What?”

“Oh, were you sleeping?”

“Mm.” Izaya mumbled, pressing his face to Shizuo’s chest again. Shizuo ran hands through his hair and looked at him closely. It appeared that he wasn’t pretending.

“Oh you were? Sorry, I thought you were pretending.”

“Mm. Sounds realistic.”

“Yeah, you’re annoying like that.”

Izaya looked up sleepily and smiled at him. When he leaned up, Shizuo gave him a kiss.

“You‘re in a good mood today. What, did you blow up a village or something?”

“How rude. I haven’t done anything all day but lay on the couch talking to you.”

“Hm. That doesn’t sound right.”

“It is! Now, let me go back to sleep. I’m going to take a nap.”

“Eh?”

“Let me sleep!” Izaya whined. “I’m tired.”

Shizuo studied him with a frown. That didn’t sound too far from the truth, but Izaya was almost always severely behind on sleep.

“Maybe you should join a sleep study for the morally depraved.”

“For what, a couples retreat? That’s not my first pick for a romantic get away, Shizu-chan.”

Shizuo cast his eyes aside. “I don’t have trouble sleeping. You’re just a pain in bed cause you’re so squirmy.”

“I don’t have trouble sleeping either,” Izaya purred, moving his face to press against Shizuo’s and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. So many kisses today. Maybe Izaya really was sleepy. “I have the ultimate protector with me in my bed.”

And that was what finally did Shizuo in. He could practically feel his own hard exterior crumbling around him. Izaya’s smile was textured against his face like he knew instantly too, but the damage had already been done.

“Y-You…” Shizuo mumbled, “You know I’d never let anything happen to you while I’m around.”

“Mmhmm. I know.” Izaya tucked his face against Shizuo’s shoulder and cradled himself against Shizuo’s arm.

“I’m the only one who can hold you hostage, got it?” Shizuo added, trying to sound aggressive but he just sounded affectionate again.

“Of course,” Izaya said sweetly, almost already gone back to sleep, “Why else would I be able to bother you like this?”

“You can always bother me.” Shizuo said without thinking, “Whenever you want. About anything. Even your stupid hypotheticals that mean nothing.”

Shizuo felt Izaya’s hands curling into his shirt as he got into a more comfortable position to sleep in.

“Don’t worry. I will.”