Bound by Fate

Stopping Emotional Distance and an Unwanted Encounter...

After two and a half weeks, Shizuo was starting to get a little frustrated. He had only gotten the opportunity to see Izaya twice - if you didn't count the times the brunette information broker came to the bar. The blonde did not count those times. He wanted more time together. While he didn't want to spook the already emotionally cautious brunette, he couldn't help but think that this was getting ridiculous.

Standing out in the alley behind the bar, Shizuo brought his cigarette back to his lips to take a long drag. His mind wandered back to that first morning when he woke up with Izaya in his arms. It felt like heaven. He didn't want that moment to end. And when Izaya actually woke up and got handsy like he had promised, well... that was fun, too. The blonde chuckled fondly at the thought while he took a shallow drag and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, debating on contacting Izaya.

Shizuo thought about the rest of that morning with a heavy sigh. He had thought he was doing the right thing by offering breakfast and a shower. He had thought it was a pretty damn normal thing to do but Izaya looked at him like he had grown a second head. What was so wrong about what he did? Was that what made it more intimate in Izaya's opinion? More than just playing around? Was that what they wanted? Did they want more?

Shizuo did. He knew he did, but he didn't want to come on too strong. He laughed bitterly at the thought as he stared at Izaya's contact information, still debating on calling. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Even if he did answer, I'm at work. Plus, he wouldn't want me to call just to call... would he?"

Shizuo thought about making his way over to Shinjuku later to wander around and hope to run into Izaya but after a moment's thought, he realized how insane that sounded. Who in their right mind would desperately comb the streets in a thinly veiled attempt at finding one specific person among thousands? Hell, it wouldn't be veiled in the slightest. Especially given how late it would be before he got off of work and headed all the way over to Shinjuku.

The bartender extinguished his cigarette before making his way back into the bar, glancing down at his watch as he let the door fall shut behind him. One more hour. 'It'll be too late. Tomorrow,' he thought resolutely. 'I'll call him tomorrow.'

"Shizu-chaaan," an all too familiar voice called from the other end of the bar. Shizuo finally looked up and chuckled quietly at the sight of Izaya perched on a barstool with that infuriatingly alluring smirk on his pretty face. "That was a very long cigarette break. I was debating on going to another bar," Izaya mocked playfully as he leaned his elbows on the counter with a sigh. "The service here is terrible."

"You get what you pay for," Shizuo threw back with a scoff as he ducked behind the bar to walk down toward the brunette, bypassing the few other customers seated along the counter. "And I don't think you've paid for a single thing since you've started sitting at my bar."

"Fiiiine," Izaya said, feigning exasperation before smirking mischievously up at the blonde. "It's not like I come here for the drinks anyway. Between you and me, I only come here for one specific bartender. He's caught my eye, you see. Ne... maybe you could put in a good word for me." Izaya paused to lower his voice to just barely a whisper, forcing Shizuo to lean in closely. "I've had some very vivid fantasies recently that have all included him. Some of them have taken place on this very bar."

Shizuo shivered at the seductive tone in the brunette's voice before the lewd words caught up to him. The blonde reached a hand out to grab Izaya by the fur collar of his jacket and pull him in until they were a breath apart. "What a coincidence," he breathed in Izaya's face. "This bartender you're interested in... he's thought extensively about bending you over this counter after hours."