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Shizuo's pov:
Izaya and I stayed in my home to cook the cake since I had most of the dairy stuff, so it wasn't all of a problem to go out and by some ingredients to bake the cake. Izaya got out a bowl and some measuring cups, and I brought out all the ingredients, not even knowing what half of them were.
"Okay, Shizu-chan! Ne~, give me the flour.", Izaya says.
"Uh. . . . . .Flour?", I say confused. 'What the hell is that?!', I wondered.
"*sighs* Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're still a stupid protozoan, Shizu-chan~!", Izaya clicks his tongue, smiling lovingly.
"Oi! What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?", I exclaim defensively.
"It means I love you~!", Izaya says, pecking my lips softly before getting a carton of white stuff.
Izaya then walks back to the counter and places the 'flour' on the table top and opens it. He then grabs a measuring cup and puts in two cups in the bowl. He then asks me for the milk, and I hand him. I was about to hand the carton of milk to him, but I trip clumsily on my feet and stain Izaya's grey v-neck with the milk, the carton eventually spilling it on the floor, making me a bit pissed off.
"Eh?! Sorry, Flea, I–", I was cut off when Izaya threw something at me.
"Payback, Shizu-chan!", Izaya says.
I did not know what he threw at my face, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I then brought my hands to wipe the thing the raven threw at me and saw it was the flour. I smirk playfully and Izaya catches my smirk. He starts running, squealing as I chase him around the house.
"IIIIIZZZZAAAAAAYYYYAAAAAA-KUUUUUNNNN!!!! GET BACK HERE, YOU FLEA!!!", I yell playfully.
"Nooooo!! You might rape me, Shizu-chan~!", Izaya giggles.
After an hour of running around the house, I tackle Izaya on the couch, pinning his hands above his head. He blushes a bit and looks up at me under his eyelashes. We pant after running for so long, and I lean down to capture the flea's lips in my own. He moans and leans into the kiss.
I let his arms go, letting my hands roam his body, feeling the raven under me shudder. He wraps his arms around my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair. I lick his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he allows gladly. I let my tongue roam inside his wet cavern, our tongues playing with each other. He moans as I suck on his tongue, and that makes me aroused.
Izaya's pov:
I moan in pleasure as Shizu-chan and I make-out. His hands roaming around my body feels like bliss. I feel his hands touch the bare skin of my side, going up my shirt. I panic a bit, realizing he wanted to take things a bit further. I pulled away from the kiss to stop us from getting further than a kiss, afraid. Afraid from the voices.
You're ugly. How could Shizu-chan love a freak like you?
I almost cry, but didn't, refusing to cry in front of Shizu-chan. He then says worriedly, "Izaya? Are you okay? Why did you stop?"
"N-nothing! I-I'm fine!", I stammer.
"Izaya, are you sure?", Shizu-chan protrudes.
"I-I'm sure. I. . . . . .I'm just not ready to take th-things further yet," I say half-truthfully.
"Oh. Alright. I'm sorry if I was pushing you,"
"No! I-it's fine, Shizu-chan! I'm fine," I say, smiling to reassure my blonde monster.
"Alright. We better get back to cooking that cake though," he says.
"Well, that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't chase me for an hour around the house, Shizu-chan," I tease.
He rolls his eyes and gets off me, helping me up as well as we walk our way back to the kitchen to finish the cake we were baking. Turns out while we were cooking, Shizu-chan knew nothing of what most of the ingredients are. I sigh. He's a stupid protozoan, but I love him.
In a few hours, we finish baking the cake. It turned out wonderfully and I had to do the cake decorations with the cream, cherries, and such because I didn't trust Shizu-chan with that monster strength of his. He'll ruin the cake we made for Hana-nee!
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