[durarara!! izaya orihara & masaomi kida, occaisons, prompts one-four.]
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Fandom:→ Durarara!!
Pairing:→ Izaya Orihara/Masaomi Kida.
Prompt:→ oo1, anniversary.
Theme Set:→ Occaisons.
Title:→ At First.
Rating:→ PG.
Notes/Warnings:→ Yaoi/BL. Please do not click the link if you feel the content may offend you
A year.
It’s been a year since Saki, and he’s got this gutted feeling, a sharp pain inside him and his chest hurts.
Masaomi isn’t in love with her, not anymore. He stopped loving her days before what happened, and he can’t even bring himself to see her. But it’s been a year, and his breath hitches at the thought of her today, disgust rising in his throat as he remembers. His fault.
She nearly died because of his mistakes.
But as the streetlights flicker and the moon dims, he sees Izaya with his whisper of a smirk in the alley.
He doesn’t go home that night.
Fandom:→ Durarara!!
Pairing:→ Izaya Orihara/Masaomi Kida.
Prompt:→ oo2, new years.
Theme Set:→ Occaisons.
Title:→ Lightshow.
Rating:→ PG.
Notes/Warnings:→ Yaoi/BL. Please do not click the link if you feel the content may offend you.
“There, Masaomi,” Izaya says, voice a pleasant sound against the hissing wind as he motions in the direction of the city; he’s dragged the poor boy to the outskirts of Ikebukuro, and Masaomi hears his phone’s alarm ring midnight, on cue of the new year.
He misses Mikado right then, as the city bursts into explosions of colorful light; fireworks and laughter resounding.
But as his eyes flicker to Izaya’s, who’s looking at the city with burning intensity, eyes alight with reflected color, he thinks it’ll be alright for a while.
Fandom:→ Durarara!!
Pairing:→ Izaya Orihara/Masaomi Kida.
Prompt:→ oo3, halloween.
Theme Set:→ Occaisons.
Title:→ Half Lonely.
Rating:→ PG.
Notes/Warnings:→ Yaoi/BL. Please do not click the link if you feel the content may offend you.
Masaomi is alone on Halloween.
He’s been thinking of asking Mikado to come to Ikebukuro. He’s quit his other life no, and he doesn’t want to go back. He misses his friend, honest and kind. Untainted by the blood of the city.
He doesn’t know if he can bring himself to ask him.
He hears the front door open and close, and doesn’t even look away from the horror movie playing across the television screen. Only one person comes to his house without notice and enters without knocking.
He hears shuffling, and the sound of Izaya’s jacket falling to the floor as he seats himself next to Masaomi on the couch, without permission.
He remains silent, but shoves his tub of napoleon ice cream into the older mans hands with a weary look.
Izaya beams at him, and not for the first time, Masaomi wonders about their relationship.
Fandom:→ Durarara!!
Pairing:→ Izaya Orihara/Masaomi Kida.
Prompt:→ oo4, firsts.
Theme Set:→ Occaisons.
Title:→ For a While.
Rating:→ M.
Notes/Warnings:→ Rated for sexual content. Yaoi/BL. Please do not click the link if you feel the content may offend you.
It’s surprising. When Izaya visited him, he didn’t expect it to somehow end up like this, not at all.
Masaomi’s breath is coming out hitched and sharp, as he descends slowly onto a surprisingly patient Izaya, who’s arms are around the shorter boys neck, one hand playing with ends of his hair and a burning look in his eyes.
And when they get quicker (it takes a few minutes, Masaomi’s not used to this and it fucking hurts) it’s not gentle. Izaya himself isn’t a gentle person, so it’s not surprising to Masaomi, but he likes it and it feels so damn good.
He groans and buries his head into Izaya’s warm neck, his cheeks burning and eyelids drooping and body shaking. His grip on the older mans arms is stronger than he would have imagined, fingernails digging into the skin painfully. Izaya either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
He surprises himself, because he doesn’t call out Mikado’s name like has before at night to himself, but chokes out Izaya’s name with blurred vision and a shuddering body.
He almost expects the other to leave after, but he doesn’t. Izaya cleans them both up, humming some jaunty tune with that look on his face, the one where it’s hard to tell if he’s being honest about this or not. Then he grabs Masaomi’s quilt and pulls it over both of them, because it’s almost three am and they’re tired.
Masaomi kisses him first this time, and he dreams of nothing for the first time in over a year.