Watery Affection
Featuring: Shizuo, Izaya
Written by: Vecker and Gokusangel20
Word Count: 410
“Izaya, bring me a glass of water,” Shizuo yelled from the living room. From his position on the couch he had spent the morning counting quarters that he had been finding throughout the house.
Coming into the living room, the information trader walked over to the bartender, tauntingly holding the glass of water just out of his reach. As Shizuo grabbed for it, he continued to pull back, smiling as he teased, “Here it is. Nice yummy water. Take it! Take it!”
Reaching for it several more times and not being able to obtain the glass, the bartender resorted to simply smacking the information trader. His hand knocked Izaya over as Shizuo grabbed the glass before it could spill.
“Shizu-chan!” the information trader protested from the floor. Standing up, he dusted himself off as he walked around the coffee table towards the couch, “So mean you are. And here I was doing something nice for you.”
“You are being very ‘fleaish’ today,” Shizuo remarked. Taking a sip of water he set the glass down on the coffee table.
Izaya smile, “I thought you liked it when I was ‘fleaish’. I’m glad you’re my Shizu-chan.” Leaning over he pressed a kiss against Shizuo’s cheek, smirking as he purred into his ear, “Smack me again and I’ll pour water all over you. Then you’ll be my wet Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo felt his eyes narrow. Shaking off the insinuation, the bartender returned to counting the found money only to be interrupted when Izaya began rambling off numbers. Distracted, the bartender lost count. Agitated he turned, smacking Izaya in the arm. Without hesitation, the information trader grabbed the glass of water on the coffee table and in one fluid motion dumped it on top of the bartender’s head.
Laughing, Izaya smiled, now holding the empty glass. “Oh no! Shizu-chan is all wet now!” Throwing the glass to the side, he reached forward, grabbing the bartender by the shirt, “Well, off those clothes must go! We don’t want you to catch a cold.”
“What?!” Shizuo asked with startled expression. Before he could respond, Izaya began pulling at his shirt. “Stop pulling! You’ll break the buttons off!!” Realizing it was a ploy the bartender growled, “Fucker. You planned this all along didn’t you?”
Opening the bartender’s shirt, Izaya smiled, now crawling into Shizuo’s lap. “I would do no such thing!” Leaning forward he smirked, placing his hands on Shizuo’s chest, “Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo just frowned. “I hate you.”
