Title: Game Over
Summary: AU He kept his gaze on the man standing in his living room. "Kida, take Mikado-chan to your room. I need to talk to his brother." "Game over, Shizu-chan." "This isn't a game, Izaya." Shizaya KidaMikado
Chapter 4: Game Over

After their encounter in the alley, Izaya avoided entering Ikebukuro at all costs, opting to get bits of information through the phone and internet. Shizuo had gone about his days normally, wondering when the infamous informant would show his face again. Mikado chose to stay over at Kida's house for a night. Apparently, the young blonde had confessed his feelings again and the boy accepted. Like a big brother, Izaya felt the need to tease Mikado and gave him a condom. The young man had not spoken to his older brother for two days because of that stunt of his. The informant needed to be out of town for a short business trip so he sent the twins to stay at a nearby friend's house.

Izaya walked up the pavement to Shizuo's house the next night. He rang the doorbell and was relieved as the younger blonde opened the door. Mikado greeted him, running off to gather his belongings. The raven haired man felt relief wash over him when he didn't see the older blonde anywhere in the house. However, that feeling was quickly replaced as he spotted Shizuo step from the bathroom, shirtless with a towel on his head. He had a freshly lit cigarette hanging form his lips as he rubbed his damp hair with the towel. The bodyguard paused looking at the man standing in his living room. "Ah, Shizu-chan! I was away from you for quite some time after our little incident. Did you miss me?" Izaya teased, shaking off the nervousness. "Why are you here?" Shizuo stared at the man. "You don't want me here? I just came to retrieve my precious Mika-chan," Izaya sang. Said boy came from Kida's room with his school bag, glaring slightly at his brother for the name. Kida smirked. "Mika-chan?" He whispered, pulling the boy onto the couch to watch their brother's interact.

"Izaya," the blonde spoke, dropping his towel and putting out the cigarette. "Hm." Izaya refused to look at the man without a shirt; he could see drops rolling off the smooth skin and disappearing on the waist band of his pants. "I need to talk to you." Shizuo stepped closer. "That's great, but we should really get going. Our sisters are waiting oh so patiently in the car." Izaya stepped back causing the bodyguard to frown and turn to his brother. "Kida, take Mikado to your room. I need to speak with his brother privately." Izaya's eyes narrowed dangerously, moving to grab Mikado. Shizuo stopped him by pulling the informant by the arm to his own chest. He held the other man's wrist above his head to keep him still. Kida quickly grabbed Mikado's hand and dragged him to his room to hide out for the time being.

Izaya yelped softly as Shizuo's fingers dung into his skin. "Why do you keep running from me," Shizuo questioned. "Why do you keep chasing me," Izaya countered, smirking. Shizuo pressed harder onto the man's wrist. "I know you're not afraid of my hurting you." Izaya looked away, wincing slightly and glaring at the floor. "What if I am? There are other ways to get hurt, Shizuo," he added quietly. Shizuo loosened his grip, but kept his hold. His eyes softened, realizing what he meant. "I'm not going to hurt you that way." Izaya laughed lightly, trying to pull away. Shizuo placed a hand on his hip, stopping the movement. "Game Over, Shizu-chan." The words angered the blonde, squeezing the informant's wrist as he spoke. "This isn't a game, Izaya," the blonde growled. Izaya looked up, hard crimson eyes piercing into the soft brown ones. "It is to me."

He ripped his arm out of Shizuo's grip and called for Mikado as he left. He rushed to his car, leaving the blonde standing in the living room. Mikado bowed and quickly ran after the man, climbing into the car right before it peeled away from the curb. Mikado smiled at his sisters, and turned back to the man driving. "Did he hurt you, Nii-san?" he asked softly seeing the red mark around his wrist. The man in turn said nothing, concentrating on the road to get home safely.

Mikado thanked his brother, taking the money as he left the house to meet up with his newly established boyfriend. Izaya played some card games with his sisters before they needed to leave for a party as well. He was alone for the night, just the way he wanted. He walked the girls to the party down the street and gave them a kiss on the forehead before leaving for the train station.

Izaya wandered the streets of Ikebukuro, trying to keep his mind off a certain blonde. He realized going to the city in which said blonde resided was not the greatest idea he's had. He spotted Mikado and Kida, waving to the couple as they exited a theatre. As he turned to cross the street, he detected Shizuo on the other side of the square. The informant quickly changed his direction to avoid the blonde but instead ran a couple of drunk gang members. He peeled back at the smell of alcohol and walked across the street. Izaya looked back, finding the men from before behind him. He led them into an alley, stopped, and faced them.

"Mah, you really shouldn't follow people around. What if someone got hurt?" The parkour master twirled the blade with a flick of his wrist. The men made a grab at the smaller man, spouting disgusting pick up lines. Izaya swiftly avoided them, cutting them slightly for a scare. He smiled as he watched the drunkards flee. He caught a glint of blonde to the side and his eyes widened as he realized he's trapped. Kida and Mikado had followed him and stood at the mouth of the alley; Shizuo was steadily coming closer. Izaya knew if he tried to run, Shizuo would only catch him. He felt a rush of panic but swallowed it as he calmly walked from the alley, brushing off imaginary dirt.. He looked up as the familiar baritone voice sounded above him. "You can't run forever. I just want to talk to you." Izaya backed away from the man, into the metal fence opening up to the dead end. "Then talk," he voiced. Shizuo placed both hands next to Izaya's head, clutching the metal wires behind him. He hung his head and uttered his reasons for chasing Izaya. "I like you. I don't know how or why but, I just do." Izaya's lips twitched, turning into a smirk then a full out laugh. "I have to say, I will forever regret this. Allowing myself to feel this way at all was the biggest mistake of my life. So, unfortunately for me, our little game must come to a close."

Shizuo grabbed him by the neck, throwing him into the alley. He pinned the man against the wall, hips pressing the man painfully against the concrete. He intertwined his fingers with Izaya's holding the arm between the wall and the informant's back. "This isn't a game," he whispered dangerously. Izaya could smell the sent of smoke indicating Shizuo had just put out a cigarette on his way to Izaya. "Why can't you see that? Why do you keep lying to me? Look me in the eye. Tell me that you regret feeling anything," his voice getting louder at each sentence. Izaya furrowed his eyebrows, biting the inside of his cheeks. He could feel the concrete biting into his skin with the way Shizuo had held his arm. He refused to look up, allowing his short bangs to shadow over his eyes. "You can't do it, can you?" he growled. "Just for once, say what you mean." Izaya whipped his head up, sneering at the blonde. "Fine! I love you, ok? Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted," he screamed, eyes glazed over. He ripped away from the man, not caring that the blood from his hand seeped through the fur on his coat and stained Shizuo's white shirt. "I didn't think so," he whispered, jumping to the fire escape to the short roof. He looked down at the blonde, his vision blurring as he felt tears begin to well up. Izaya blinked them away, and continued to run and jump along the roofs of the short commercial buildings. He ran until he knew he had lost the tall blonde. He found himself at a park where an elephant shaped slide used to be before it was thrown by that man.

The informant situated himself on one of the swings, using his legs to push himself back and forth slowly. He stayed, swinging until he heard footsteps and the scent of American Spirit smoke. He watched the blonde out of the corner of his eye, already knowing which way he could run if the man got too close. The blonde had his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched and sunglasses in place as he kept his gaze on the informant. He reaches up, taking the stub of a smoke and flicking it to the side. Izaya stopped his own movements with a tap of his foot. He stood, clenching his fists, one hand around the comforting metal of a blade in his pocket. As soon as Shizuo's black shoe met the pavement of the playground, Izaya bolted to the right, dodging the hole where the slide used to be. He ran as fast as he could willing away the tightness in his chest and stomach.

A hand reached out, grasping onto the informant's bruised wrist, and pulled the panting man against a warm body. A mouth covered Izaya's only to make him thrash around even more. Shizuo wrapped his arms around the lithe body, holding both wrists, trying to calm the man. He ran his tongue against Izaya's lips, but quickly pulled away as he felt a pinch and tasted blood. Izaya broke one arm free from the blonde's hold and swiftly connected his fist with the man's jaw. The bodyguard kept his grip on Izaya as he stumbled back a bit, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Izaya clawed at Shizuo's hand. Unfortunately for him, the pocket his knife was in could only be reached by the hand that was captured. "Leave me alone! Don't you understand 'game over'?" Izaya yelled at the man, voice cracking as he felt the tightness in his chest return.

Shizuo brought the body closer with a tug. He placed a hand in Izaya's pocket, taking out the knife knowing the informant wouldn't dare run without his trusted weapon. He placed the blade into his vest and waited until Izaya stopped struggling. "No, I don't, Izaya. Enlighten me," he spoke coarsely. Said man let his limbs go limp as he stared into the taller man's eyes. "It means," he swallowed. "I've finally lost control over everything." He paused, looking away. "And it was my own fault. I didn't keep my eyes on the goal and lost concentration; I got distracted by you. You're the reason to my demise, my loss," he finished boring holes into the pavement. Shizuo frowned, hooking the man's chin so he could see into those blood red eyes. "If you see emotions as this game of yours, of course you'll never win. No matter how much you play god, you're still human; humans have emotions and weaknesses. You of all people should know this as you've toyed with so many of them." Izaya moved his eyes away, studying the gravel beneath their shoes. "...god, you're annoying," he hissed. Shizuo held the man loosely, moving his hands to Izaya's shoulders. "But you know it's true." "What if I said I didn't care, that I was going to refuse to acknowledge my humanity?" The man looked up defiantly. "I'd prove it to you. I'll force you if I have to," the bodyguard spoke softly to not scare the informant into running again. Izaya frowned. "Brute." "Coward," the blonde countered, not missing a beat. The informant narrowed his eyes and rested his arms around Shizuo's neck. He sighed as his gaze softened reluctantly. "Then," he began. "Prove it," he challenged. The blonde's lips twitched into a small smile as he pressed his warm lips against Izaya's chapped ones.

~Epilogue~

Izaya woke to a warmth on his back and waist. He twisted around, finding he liked the touch of Shizuo's skin against his thin waist. He reached up, poking the man's cheek until his eyelids fluttered open. He groaned, pulling Izaya closer, if possible, and tucked the informant's head to his chest. "Sleep," he muttered. Said man intended to do exactly that but flinched as he heard a low thump outside the door.

He peeled Shizuo's arms from around him and quickly slipped into his jeans; it felt odd having no underwear on when he pulled on the pants. Izaya opened the door to Shizuo's bedroom and peeked into the living room only to find the blonde's younger brother on top of Mikado, pinning his arms above his head and a hand in the dark haired boy's shirt. Mikado blushed deeply and struggled against Kida's hold only to be stopped by a knee to his hip. Izaya was now wide awake, gaping at the two boys. "Mika-chan, no," he whimpered seeing his brother being topped.

The boys watched carefully as a muscular arm snaked around Izaya's waist and a large hand covered his face. A tousled blonde mop poked out from behind the door. "Use protection," a rough groggy voice sounded as Shizuo closed the door with his foot. The boys continued to stare at the closed door. A muffled moan coming from Izaya caused Mikado's face to redden completely. Kida smirked, looking down at his prey. "Ne, Mika-chan. Make that sound for me too," he purred. The boy was met with a hard pillow to his face as Mikado escaped from his grip and locked himself in the bathroom.

-El Fin-

I hope you guy's liked it! I realize there was not as much KidaMikado but I hope there was enough Shizaya to satify your needs. Happy New Year! May the new year grant all your wishes~

Much Love,

Cain