"Mnf… go 'way"

Izaya Orihara brought a lazy hand up to swat at the figure that suddenly loomed over him in his king sized bed, interrupting his slumber. Warm breath grazed his skin as he felt a nuzzling sensation at the crook of his neck.

"Shizu-chan!" This time he pushed a little harder, though it did no good. He cracked open his sleepy eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, glaring down into honey brown eyes that stared up at him with need.

"What do you want?" His faithful pet, Shizuo, just gave him a devious grin as a reply. Izaya glanced over at the clock. Two in the morning… ugh! As one of Tokyo's most renowned sushi chefs he often worked long, late hours standing on his feet all shift. So, understandably, he was quite irritated when his peaceful slumber was interrupted by the pet that he shared his apartment with.

"I toilet trained you for this specific reason, y'know." Though something about the look on his pet's face told him that wasn't the issue. His golden brown ears and tail twitched in a sly manner, and he rested his chin on his master's shoulder, ignoring this other's exasperated sigh.

Izaya frowned as suddenly his arms were pressed together behind him and something soft clamped around each wrist. He fell back on his pillow, now gazing up at the canine man above him.

"Shizu-chan, what's the meaning of this?"

"Just trying to have a little fun, master."

Izaya kicked the sheet off him and to the side and rolled over slightly, looking down at his wrists.

"Fuzzy handcuffs! Really, Shizu-chan?" At least they weren't pink, though he wasn't sure if red was a much better choice.

Shizuo turned his head to the side in embarrassment. "J-just go with it, okay?"

"Go with what? A moment ago I was sleeping off a hard shift at work, until you ruin- mmf!" His complaints were immediately silenced by a pair of lips pressing against his. A low growl vibrated against them, and as he tried to scold his pet again a warm tongue took advantage of the slight part in his lips, snaking its way inside. Teeth clashed, but not hard enough to be painful, and he couldn't swallow his moan as that wet muscle licked the top of his mouth and swirled around inside. Izaya was rendered dizzy by the ferocity of the kiss, full of bestial urgency and yet firm with love and devotion.

So very much like his Shizu-chan.

"Shizuo…" He whispered, out of breath, when the other finally pulled back. Their chests heaved up and down almost in unison. "Why did…you…?"

"Yesterday…" The other said in a low tone. "When you came home from work, do you remember what happened?"

Izaya frowned as he tried to stir up the memory of a day that was so much like any other.

***flashback ***

"Welcome home, master."

"Hey, Shizu-chan." Izaya shuffled through the door wearily and threw his fur lined coat on the living room couch, settling down next to it and leaning his head back.

"Master, you don't look well." Shizuo appeared from the kitchen and stood behind the couch, resting a strong hand on his owner's shoulder.

"Those damn Awakusu company bigshots convinced the restaurant owner to keep the place open late just for them and didn't even leave a halfway decent tip. iAgain/i." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "And they have the money, believe me. They'll order the most expensive items on the menu, so the boss is happy to cater to them, but heaven forbid that Simon, Dennis, or I see any of that profit…"

Shizuo nodded sympathetically and began to massage the tense shoulders before him.

"And, on top of all that, I had to listen to that cocky new busboy Kida goad me about how the one in the white suit was giving me 'bedroom eyes'. What does that even me- owww!" He sat up straight as he felt the previously gentle fingers suddenly dig into his skin sharply.

"S-sorry!"

Izaya turned around to face a rather ashamed looking Shizuo, though he noticed with confusion that the blonde's ears were also giving an irritate twitch or two. It's not like he had had the bad day, after all. Izaya sighed, rubbing his neck tenderly, and rose from the couch.

"Whatever. I'm going to get something to eat." He walked to the kitchen, with Shizuo trailing close behind. On the counter sat a plate of rather lumpy looking rice balls.

"… Shizu-chan, did you make those?"

"Master didn't come home at the usual time, so I thought he might be hungry." came the embarrassed sounding mumble from behind.

Izaya reached out and gingerly picked up one of the misshapen lumps.

"These are supposed to be onigiri, right?"

Shizuo scowled a bit, though the tips of his ears were also turning red.

"Of course they are!"

Izaya shrugged and took a careful bite. Immediately he covered his mouth with his hand, in order to stop himself from spitting out the sickening sweetness that assaulted his tastebuds.

"It's… um…" Izaya finally managed to swallow his bite and fought the gag reflex that followed.

"It's no good." Shizuo lowered his head a bit and stared intently at his feet.

"It's pretty awful." Izaya agreed, nodding. Shizuo's ears and tail drooped as the tips of his ears grew even brighter.

"Ah well. There goes my appetite, at least." Izaya put the offending food down and walked past his pet, reaching out to ruffle his hair a bit and making sure to scratch the sensitive spot behind his ear.

"Guess you really can't teach and old dog new tricks."

Shizuo cringed, eyes still on the floor and missing the content smile that had replaced his master's frown as Izaya exited towards the bedroom.

*** end flashback***

"I remember, Shizu-chan." His pet's bushy tail twitched back and forth slightly, and a hopeful look appeared in his eye.

"After all, how could I forget your horrible cooking?" The tail stopped moving instantly, and Shizuo frowned for a moment while staring into his master's eyes. Then he let out another low growl and removed himself from the bed, making his way towards the closet.

"Shizu-chan, you're not leaving me like this! Come back here!"

His pet didn't respond, and instead pulled out a black shopping bag that Izaya had never seen before. Shizuo turned and gazed intently at the man lying on the bed before making his way back toward him, his eyes never wavering.

Izaya swallowed hard and squirmed a bit, wishing his arms were free. He had never seen his pet look so determined before. He watched in silence as the blonde slowly advanced towards him, crawling back onto the bed and placing the bag down, which Izaya eyed warily.

"Shizuo, what is that?"