A/n Sorry for the late update!

The blond didn't want to admit it, but he knew his brother was right. After all, it was his fault for not taking the matter into his own hands.  He should have killed him, killed the thing fearing the town and its people. But no, he wanted to befriend the beast, and well... Play.

Shizuo shook his head.  He didn't know what he wanted, just that, he didn't want to hunt anymore.  He didn't want any more blood on his hands. He didn't want his blessing, he sought it as a curse. He thought that maybe, if he was normal, he wouldn't have had to struggle in the first place.  All the responsibility, the image he was supposed to keep, it was a lot.  Not enough for him to break, but enough for him to question a lot of things. 

Okay so yes, it was his fault, he was definitely in the wrong, but was that so bad? Had it been someone else, they would've just called the person crazy and they would ask the priest for an answer. He would give an answer that was best suitable for the situation and leave it at that.  Should there be another conflict, he would solve it, yet again.

But it's different this time.

How should he solve this situation? What should he do?  Everyone thinks, kill the beast, he doesn't belong here, but as always, the priest thinks otherwise. 

Tame him.

That was his idea.  It didn't seem so bad in the moment, but then again, a lot of ideas don't seem so bad in the moment it was thought of.  He sighed, clearly distressed.

"What to do..."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.

He perked up, not ready for another conversation.  "Yes?" He breathed out, a little irked. The door opened, revealing his brother and someone rather familiar.

"Hehe," breathed the demon. "Shizu-chan, I'm back..." He collapsed as the brother simply let him go. He looked up to Shizuo.

"So? What are you going to do now? You gonna tame him like you said you would? Or you gonna do what you were supposed to do and kill him?" Shizuo held his breath. He thought, he really thought about his answer, but he couldn't seem to think of one. Befriend the demon, or kill it?

"I-"

"Don't bother," Kasuka sighed. "I knew you would hesitate again. So I thought up a proposal." Shizuo stared, somewhat surprised. "I'll give you twelve days. No more and no less. If you don't succeed then, I will kill him myself."

"Twelve days for what?"

"Whatever you plan on doing. If you kill him, tame him, drive him out, I don't care. As long as it works. If you fail on the other hand, well, I told you what will happen." His brother sighed as he agreed to the terms.

"I'll agree. But on one condition." Kasuka remained silent, giving him the chance to explain. "You can not interfere with what I plan on doing. If you interfere, then you extend the time." The younger brother nodded a couple times as he thought. It seemed fair.

"Okay. Deal." They grabbed their Rosarios and wrapped it around their hands and shook, sealing the deal. Their deal was now sacred.  Should either one of them break their side of the deal, their life would drain by half.  Now Kasuka didn't really have powers similar to Shizuo's but he could do the basic spells and rituals.  Any more complex and he would fail.

He eyed the unconscious demon and then turned to leave. "I'll be at the church, cleaning up or whatever," and then door shut behind him.

The tension was gone as soon as that door shut, and the priest collapsed. Another deal he thought. Another deal. He shook his head before he decided to help the vampire that fell unconscious on the floor. He picked him up and placed him on the bed, gently this time. He smiled as he stroked his cheek, memories from the night before flooding once again. He didn't really have the desire to do that again, if anything, he would refrain from doing so.

But, he wouldn't deny that he would never do it again with him.

He was about to get up and leave before he heard a whisper, a name called from the beast.

"Shinra..."

Again, with that name, that unfamiliar name. Who was he? Was he the lover whom he lost? The lover before him? He breathed out.

'Not important. None of my business. I. Am. NOT. Jealous.'

His head dropped. Of course he was jealous, but he didn't understand why. He had no particular feelings for Izaya, let alone love. Rather he hated him, he pitied him, he... Well those feelings weren't very kind feelings, but he thought he would be his first. But first what? First... rival? First... something.

He just couldn't pinpoint it.

He groaned. He didn't enjoy the fact that he was pretty much helpless at this point. He would ask him who this Shinra was, but last time he brought it up, well he left. His shoulders dropped. He should stop questioning the demon if he didn't want to say, there were things the priest didn't want to say, not even to his own brother.

'Right,' he thought. 'Kasuka doesn't know.'

He put his head in his hands. He wasn't ready for these consequences. He wouldn't be ready for that look of betrayal on his brother's face, the look that will be inevitable. He felt a hand brush up against his hip. His head turned to face the now awake demon.

"Shizu-chan?" He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still asleep.

"Yeah?" The priest subconsciously answered. The demon nodded twice, now realizing the situation.

"I'll uh, I'll go. I need to go anyway..." He forced himself the sit up but failed as the feeling of dizziness overcame him. His cravings came back faster than he expected. He needed to leave, now.

"No stay, you're clearly not well." Izaya shook his head.

"No it's fine, it's..." He breathed out then back in, trying to clear his head, but it was very short lived. Shizuo clearly looked worried.

"What can I do?" Now admitting defeat, Izaya smiled a smile full of pity and shame.

"Can you kiss me?" Shizuo didn't really think about it. He didn't question whether or not there would be a snarky remark, or a joke, he simply did as he asked. As he did so, he knew that the pleasure of it all would help temporarily, so he thought about a way.

A way to betray him.

He mentally slapped himself. He told himself no, he reminded himself of Izaya begging him not to give him that, so he mentally agreed.

'I will not betray him. I will not-'

Now that was very short lived. He backed up. Izaya was weak and he was dying, clearly. He cupped his face with his hands and kissed him again.

"What can I do to help?" He asked once again. Izaya could hear Shizuo's heartbeat. In a way he could hear the blood, feel it, and in a way, he could taste it. He already got a taste the night before, what made a difference if he fed?

"Kiss me again, touch me," he forced himself to say. He wanted to drink, he wanted the warm sweet liquid, the red to stain his lips. The intoxicating smell to coat his body as he fed. His desires were cut off by a kiss.

'Right,' he told himself. 'I wanted a kiss.'

He felt a hand stroke his cheek, then lightly touch his neck, then his chest, then down. Now his desires were changing. As much as he wanted to drink, he wanted to feel again. That satisfying touch, the burning sensations. He wanted to feel loved again. He wanted the same whisper, that same look, the same voice.

He told himself that, that was his desire.

But who? Who's touch, who's love, who's voice? At the moment it seemed to have blurred, the fine line now gone. He thought about the other and then he thought about the priest. He felt more at this point. The bites coated in pain, the strokes filled with lust, desire, pleasure.

Izaya felt ashamed once again. He didn't enjoy the situation he was stuck in. He forced himself onto a priest who barely cared for him, let alone loved him, and still, he thought about another.

He told himself he was done, when in reality, it was just the beginning.

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They were lying down, facing up, and did nothing. Shizuo thought about a question, but he didn't want to pester the lad, Izaya wanted to keep the silence, but he admitted it was a bit overbearing. In the end, no one spoke. Shizuo turned to speak.

"You're probably wondering what to do to solve my mess." The blond didn't move as he simply stayed silent. "I overheard your conversation." Shizuo simply raised an eyebrow.

"But-"

"I may have been unconscious, but I can still hear things. Kind of like I'm in a haze. Even I don't know how to explain it." Izaya now faced the other. "You made a deal haven't you?" Shizuo turned back.

"I didn't make that deal." Izaya stared and he could feel it. "Fine, I did make that deal, but I'm sure we can find a solution." Shizuo turned to face the vampire. "I know we can."

"In twelve days? What solution is there aside from the cure? Lock me up? Kill me? Throw me away and abandon me?" Shizuo sat up.

"No! Well... I don't know!" Izaya buried himself in the sheets.

"You don't understand. I'm not human, I'm not normal, I'm just... me. A pathetic monster that just scares people."

"You don't know that." Izaya now faced up to glare at him.

"And you do?" Shizuo took in a breath. "Look I've known you since you were a child, and you've known me since then, but what makes you think that your lifetime is nearly enough to know about me, someone who's lived a hell of a lot longer than you?"

"Then tell me. Tell me about your life, the years you've lived. Help me understand." He leaned in close.

"And what good would that do?" Izaya faced the other direction and scoffed. "You only got close to me because we did it." Now he got offended.

"Excuse me? I could have killed you, left you to suffer but I didn't." The demon sat up.

"Yeah because you pitied me!" Shizuo sat there, baffled by his response.

"Why are you saying this? What went wrong? What did I do?" Izaya turned to leave.

"Nothing. Just nothing." As he tried to get out of the bed, Shizuo grabbed his arm.

"You're clearly in pain, rest for a bit. Let me work things out." Izaya shook off his grip, but it didn't work. He wanted to cry as he thought about another person. He wanted a warmth that would cover up his cold past. He had no other choice but to go back in the bed and stay.

There was a moment of silence before he looked at the blond straight in his eyes. "If this doesn't work, kill me." Shizuo wanted to argue about not killing him but Izaya shook his head. "Don't let me feed. Please? Do me this one favor." As much as the priest didn't want to do something horrid again, he nodded.

"Alright." As they got under the covers to sleep, Shizuo couldn't help but wonder if he knew about his terrible secret.

'No,' he convinced himself. 'I made sure no one knew.'

And thus, began their story.

A/n I had no idea how to end this chapter... But I did it? It was a bit odd and kind of confusing so if you have any questions, I will answer them.

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