His heart raced, his fangs were dripping with saliva, yet he smirked at the priest and kept his cool.

"Quite an evening isn't it? Shizu-chan~"

Everything hurt and everything was a haze. What was he doing here? In a church with him? Him? Of all people.

The other clutched his Rosario, almost in need and nearly in pain. 'Relax' he told himself. 'There's nothing to fear, it's just him.'

Izaya purred and he growled. He was one thing and was also another. He seemed calm but looked aggravated. How bad was this curse? He jumped down from the window and walked forward as he then grabbed a handful of the priest's clothing. He stared at the beaded Rosario, hissed quietly and then up snapped to his eyes.

Eye contact. Something neither had done with each other yet were doing so now. Shizuo let go and Izaya clearly noticed, breaking the contact for the beads, then subtly and hesitantly back. His head curiously down, his eyes lustfully up and focusing on his eyes. How did they look? What color?

Shizuo knew what curse he had, and what were the consequences. With little blood in the demon's system, he would crave and those craving were to be his medicine. Ironic, huh?

"Shizu..." his whispered breathy and he dropped his eyes to Shizuo's unguarded neck. His open, pure, area in which would then claim his. His territory, his first. The priest's first and his last. Leaning forward, he exposed his fangs who he'd grazed along his skin.

The blond rested his head back, excepting the act and preparing for the feeling of fangs penetrating his skin. But nothing. Nothing came.

"I can't..." his breathing became worse and he didn't want to cause any harm. "Shizuo... I can't..." he said his name, he was desperate.

A hand was placed on the head of the demon, followed by a pressure towards his chest.

"You don't have to, but if you won't, you'll suffer even more."

His scent was driving him to the brink of insanity and his blood boiled even more. He wanted to drink but that was something he dare not do. He thought about another alternative.

"It's hot..." he took off his jacket (vest?) and proceeded to unbutton his undershirt.

The blond stopped him in his act, realizing his motive.

"You seriously don't think I'm going to sleep with you right?"

He smiled smugly despite his condition.

"Oh~ is the priest being all goody two shoes?" He cupped his cheeks and brought him closer. "I don't intend on drinking any blood. I can't. Just let me sleep with you, it'll have some affect."

He shook his head. "Why not? Won't it be easier?"

His shallow breathing echoed throughout the room. "You don't understand do you? Blood is like a dangerous drug. You take it once and it controls your life forever."

"And sex isn't?"

"It's like the roses. They're more towards... like medication." Despite Shizuo denying to have sex with him, he proceeded to undress himself. He glanced at him and grabbed his hand. "Let's go... a church isn't such a great place to sin right...?" He weakly chuckled, tugging him closer to him and out the door.

After nearly collapsing, Shizuo caught him and embraced him for a bit before asking him some questions.

"Did you take in all the roses?" He nodded. "Then what good will sex do if the roses can't do anything? Just take my blood." He shook his head. "Why?"

"Because the last I took ones blood, I ended the life of my beloved. I can't lose another, I can't choose to drink if I keep ending their lives."  He brought him down for a kiss. "Come on, it's a little safer don't you think? Rather die then have sex?"

Dumbfounded, mostly because he never thought Izaya would ever love someone, he agreed.

"Fine. Once. Otherwise you'll take my blood."

And he agreed.

A/n sorry if this is sorta crappy I wrote this on my phone. Didn't have access to a computer ^^'   I hope you enjoyed!