Nightmares (A Shizaya Fanfic)

Epilogue: 2 Years Later

I smiled and gave Shinra my hand, showing off the shiny black ring Shizu-chan had given me. We got married last week, and had just gotten back from our honeymoon in Paris. I liked to show off that I was now married because, once upon a time, I was one of the most hated men in Ikebukuro.

"Wow Izaya! That looks expensive! Where did Shizuo get the money to buy that?" Shinra gawked. I smiled and wrapped my arms around Shizuo's waist, proving to myself that I wasn't dreaming.

"Tom helped him pay for it. It wasn't really that much money. It's just a wedding ring. For a guys ring, it's not as expensive as a girls would be," I explained to Shinra, giving Shizuo a little affectionate squeeze.

Shizuo laughed giving me a questioning look. "I don't know what shit he's on, but that ring was pretty damn expensive," I giggled and playfully slapped his stomach.

I was so grateful to have him. Over all the time we had been together, I could actually feel myself becoming a better person. He had been there for me when nobody else was, and I couldn't ever stress how much that actually meant to me. I find it ironic how we denied our love for so long, it eventually brought us together.

Shizuo laced his fingers through mine and tilted my chin up, so we were staring into each other's eyes. "You wanna go home, Izaya?" Shizuo's eyes hinted there was more to that sentence, as there always was. I pecked his lips, making Shinra visibly shift on his heels. 

"Can we watch movies and snuggle?" I asked him, tugging on his belt, showing him that sex was included in this deal. Out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn Shinra almost fainted. I didn't blame him though. What would I think if I saw my friend married to his worst enemy? 

Shizuo picked me up, and held me in his arms bridal style. We exchanged goodbyes with Shinra, and set off to our apartment. Shizuo had moved in with me soon after the surgery I had. We had living together for a Solid 2 years now. Shizuo is usually with Tom during the day at work, but that just means it's even better when he comes home to me at night. Shiki was pretty furious when he found out I had married Shizuo, but he got over it within a week, giving me my job back. I mean he didn't really have a choice. I'm his best employee. 

As soon as Shizuo and I stepped into my apartment he pushed me up against the wall, and looked me in the eyes. His hot breath hit my face in short gasps. "How do you want to do this?" Both of our faces were flushed because of the close proximity. I looked him in the eyes and smirked.

"Any way you want~" I purred back at him. Shizuo connected his lips with mine in a fiery kiss, one I had started to long for. Our lips moved against each others in a steady rhythm that we had practiced oh so many times. Shizuo looped his fingers through my belt holes, not distancing our lips for a second, and guided me backwards toward the couch. My heel hit the couch sending me falling backwards, with Shizuo falling on top of me. He's lucky I had a defense mechanism of putting my hands out in front of me, or he would have winded me. 

Shizuo pulled my shirt over my head, planting sloppy kisses all over my neck and chest. He was being hasty this time, because when we were in Paris on our honeymoon, I was more interested in sight seeing, than sex. He demonstrated this haste, by fumbling with my belt, and pulling my pants off in one quick tug, leaving me lay under him in just my underpants. Just as I began to unbutton his shirt, I heard the firmiliar buzz of my doorbell.

Shizuo shot me a look as if to ask if I was expecting anyone. I shrugged my shoulders, mustering the most annoyed face I could make. I sure as hell didn't get all hot and distraught for nothing, so whoever was at the door could wait. To my dismay, Shizuo got up to answer the door. As he opened it, I saw two faces I hadn't expected to see. Masaomi Kida, and Mikado Ryugamine.