A Volatile Reunion

The taxi ride seemed to drag on forever, Shizuo's unease growing with each passing minute. Finally, they arrived at Izaya's luxurious loft house, and Shizuo could feel his anxiety spike as they stepped out of the taxi. Vanitas, still clutching the bouquet of flowers, smiled brightly as he led Shizuo towards the entrance. As they stepped inside, Izaya Orihara himself greeted them, his eyes narrowing as he took in Shizuo's presence. "Vanitas, it's a pleasure to meet you again, but why you brought Shizu-chan?" Izaya said, his voice laced with annoyance. Shizuo's eyes flashed with anger at the nickname. "Shut up, damn flea," he yelled, his face twisted in a scowl. "And my name is Shizuo, damn flea. Stop fucking calling me that." Vanitas's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the interaction between Izaya and Shizuo. But then, his expression turned stern, and he grabbed Shizuo's waist tightly. "Honey, stop acting like this," Vanitas said angrily, his voice low and menacing. Shizuo yelped in pain as Vanitas smacked his butt hard. "Sit down on the couch and shut the fuck up," Vanitas commanded, his grip on Shizuo's waist like a vice. Shizuo rushed to comply, his face burning with embarrassment as he sat down on the couch and looked down at the floor. He knew he couldn't fight Vanitas, not when he was in this mood. Izaya watched the scene unfold in shock, his eyes wide with confusion. "How did you tame that monster?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Vanitas smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Shizuo is not a monster, he's my pretty wife," he said, his voice dripping with affection. Izaya looked disgusted, his face twisting in a scowl. "That monster," he muttered. Vanitas smirked, his eyes never leaving Shizuo's face. "Yes, my beautiful wife. I can't wait to go to my world today so I can finally fuck him, he's so pretty." Shizuo's face burned with embarrassment as Vanitas blushed, his eyes locked on Shizuo's. The air was thick with tension, and Shizuo knew that this was going to be a long and uncomfortable day. Izaya's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "I see," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, let's get one thing straight, Vanitas. You're not going to use my world for your own twisted desires." Vanitas's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement, Izaya," he said, his voice low and menacing. "After all, I have something you want, and you're going to have to play nice if you want to get it."