Water drips down from my hair as I look down at him. Mirth written upon every smirk he throws up at me, every moan he gives out as I ram into him. It feels more real than anything else in my entire life.

"Shizu…ah… Shizu-chan… there…" He arches back, his kiss-bruised lips mine for the taking. I take them eagerly, claiming them with my own lips. I delve into the warm heat of his mouth, even as my cock brushes against his tight insides. There's nothing more perfect than this. Nothing that I would trade for this.

Izaya grips the handle of the shower door, trying to hold off his ecstasy a bit longer. I moved down from his face. I mar the perfect pale skin under my monstrous person. I pound into him now.

My mind replays that this is all a lie.

Without pity, without thought, I begin a faster tempo. I cling to him, leaving marks that are far darker, far more impossible for him to hide on his neck. The brunet just moans, holding onto me. His hands gripping me for dear life.

What a monster.

What have I done? For my own sick pleasure, I have deceived this person. Abeit the Orihara Izaya, but…

Did he deserve to be saddled with me?

Did he deserve to be at the front of all these cooped up emotions, all this pain I have held inside?

"Shizu-chaAH…" The informant leaned forward, my hand catching his head before it pounds into the wall of the shower. He releases, cum spurting from him, his eyes glazing over in his high.

He came for a lie…

It's so damn annoying! ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING! These claims and doubts cloud my release. Hands balling into fists upon the tiled walls, I hold the informant up, the water scalding hot against my back. The louse had wanted one hell of a hot shower.

"Shizu-chan?" He turns to look up at me, his eyes filled with worry as I pull out.

"Iza-kun…" I capture his lips, listening to the sweet melody of his moan before the informant purrs in my arms, wrapping his arms around me. I force the doubt and self-loathing aside, watching the informant wrap his hand around me and pumping.

The man's brows furrow as he goes.

He moves faster and faster, complimenting the length, the width. His voice low, oozing with seduction. He gives a hooded gaze, those red eyes rubies, glistening only for him.

The cum, as the tension is released, mixes with the shower water, swirling down the drain.

With that, goes the peace.

The informant climbs out, smiling at me. He leans in and kisses me again. Saying something about how much he loves me. He murmurs how much he can't wait to do it again, even if I am a protozoan.

I watch him walk out and realize…

I've taken his pain.

I've taken his pain and left him without what made him him.

I'm with stranger now. A stranger that wears my Izaya's face…

But he doesn't have that zest. He doesn't hold that quality that made him him. He lacks the raison d'etre that made him the formidable informant that the world saw him as. He…

He was no longer himself and it was all…

It was all his fault.

~.~

Who's to blame?

Excuses…

No remedy to cure this pain.

All this pain inside~

No remedy to cure this pain.

Cuz I believe, there's nothing left for me.

~.~

A/N: Thanks for your patience peeps. Another chapter. I decided to give a nice Shizuo viewpoint. No, I'm not planning to do it again, but I couldn't get Shizuo's words out right any other way. I wanted to throw his pain out. I wanted him to be feeling the burden that Izaya had felt before. Lemon's bonus for being patient loyal readers. Danke!