**Chapter 4: A Reluctant Agreement**

Shizuo thought about the eviction notice on his door and sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He glared at Izaya, his eyes burning with anger and resentment. He had no choice, he thought bitterly. He had to accept Izaya's offer, no matter how much he despised him. "Okay, bastard," Shizuo said angrily, balling up his fist. "I will marry you." Izaya's face lit up with a triumphant smile. "Ah, Shizu-chan, I knew you'd see things my way," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Shizuo's anger and frustration boiled over at Izaya's smug expression. "Don't think this means I'm going to be all lovey-dovey with you," he growled, trying to keep his emotions in check. Izaya chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Shizu-chan," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "At least, not yet." Izaya's gaze roamed over Shizuo's body, his eyes lingering on his ass. "Okay, Shizu-chan, we need to plan for our wedding," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I say let's go on vacation to a beautiful island to get married. What do you think, Shizu-chan?" Shizuo shrugged, trying to ignore the flutter in his chest at Izaya's suggestive tone. "It doesn't matter to me," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the ground. Izaya's smile grew wider. "Oh, it'll be perfect, Shizu-chan," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "And after we get married, we'll have a wonderful honeymoon. I'm so horny just thinking about it, Shizu-chan," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I can already imagine you biting the pillow as I fuck you hard on the bed." Shizuo's face burned with embarrassment and anger. "This fucking pervert, and I'm not gay," he thought angrily, his eyes flashing with disgust. Izaya's hand reached out and groped Shizuo's ass, sending a shiver down his spine. "Can we go to my place so I can...you know...get you ready for the honeymoon?" Izaya asked, his voice filled with anticipation. Shizuo glared at Izaya, his anger and frustration boiling over. "Can we wait till the honeymoon, flea?" he grumbled angrily, miserably. Izaya's laughter was like a warm breeze on a summer day. "Of course, Shizu-chan," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Come on, so we can go to my luxurious, expensive loft house and discuss our wedding." Izaya grabbed Shizuo's hand, his touch sending shivers down Shizuo's spine. Shizuo tried to pull his hand away, but Izaya held tight, his grip like a vice. "Don't be shy, Shizu-chan," Izaya said, his voice filled with flirtation. "We're going to be husband and wife soon. We should get used to being intimate." Shizuo's face burned with embarrassment and anger, but he said nothing, his eyes fixed on the ground as Izaya led him away.