PART 2
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.2
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The brunet sighed and briefly closed his eyes. He was so exhausted for the day was long and required a lot more travelling around than usual. Izaya had meetings in Shibuya today so now he was travelling back via train to his apartment in Shinjuku.
“Hope he won’t be angry,” Izaya muttered before breaking into a wistful grin, “I might be a little farfetched with that wish.” When the train finally reached the Shinjuku Station, he sighed dramatically and slipped deftly through the bustling crowd before breaking into a light jog, the hood of his fur-fringed jacket bouncing lightly behind him.
Izaya hailed a taxi and told the driver to speed it before throwing a lump of bills in his direction. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of cheap leather and car polish before staring absentmindedly out the window. The glare of bright lights reflected in his eyes as he watched people hustling and bustling about, probably going out to clubs or going out for late dinner. Izaya yawned and closed his tired eyes. Right now, he was craving a nice warm shower, food, and some quality time with a special someone.
Yep, this was the life of domestic bliss.
“I’m home,” Izaya announced, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off. He threw his jacket on the plush black leather coach and ambled to the inner living room.
The flat screen TV was on, vague images flashing rapidly, and Izaya smiled fondly as he walked over to the couch. A tall blond man was propped against three cushions, eyes closed and snoring softly with a can of beer in his hand. He stirred as the couch sank from Izaya’s weight and he opened a single brown eye.
“What took you?” he muttered hoarsely, getting up and stretching.
“Sorry but my clients were quite troublesome today,” Izaya replied, smiling as he leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Shizuo’s cheek, “Thanks for waiting up on me.” The blond grunted and slumped back on the cushions, glancing over at the TV,
“I wasn’t waiting; I was watching TV after dinner and fell asleep. Don’t get too full of yourself.” He sipped his beer and continued staring at the bright screen, not really paying. Izaya smiled and tipped his head back against the couch, sighing.
“Tired?”
“You wouldn’t believe it, Shizu-chan.” Izaya rolled his eyes and slumped a hand on the couch dramatically, “I was city-hopping from 10 AM until 8. Then I was stationed in Shibuya until half an hour ago. I hate trains, freaking molesters.” He recalled his butt getting groped more than he could count and almost cried with relief when a seat was available. Businessmen in suits were at the top of his pervert list.
“Ah,” was Shizuo’s dull one syllable reply. Izaya puffed his cheeks at the apathetic reply but was surprised when he felt a large hand covering his. He looked at Shizuo who was still staring at the screen, eyes half-lidded and head propped on his hand.
“Don’t work too hard.” Izaya smiled and nodded before closing his eyes,
“Thanks for waiting for me.” He got a grunt as his reply and they entwined their fingers together.
Shizuo headed to bed first and was asleep by the time Izaya finished dinner and had taken a shower. He slipped into his pajamas and decided to call it quits. It was already 2 AM and he had a meeting a 10.
“Busy as always,” he muttered as he crawled quietly into bed. He sighed and rested his head on the goose-feather filled pillow. He glanced over at Shizuo for a few minutes. He wanted to snuggle so badly that he was tempted but he didn’t want to bother him.
Sighing with defeat, he turned to his side and closed his eyes for a few moments before feeling an arm wrapping over his waist and a warm breath by his nape.
“Shizu-chan?” He got no response and waited a few seconds before turning to face Shizuo and nuzzling his nose by the crook of his neck.
“Night night, Shizu-chan.” And he swore he heard a grunt before falling asleep.
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This fic exudes L O V E and spreads happiness. Plz continue!
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