PART 2
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.2
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You know the drill! Request, Write, Read, all that good stuff.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
Head on over to part 3 instead!
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“What the hell was Izaya mumbling about, cookies or something?” Shizuo racked his brains because this morning, before he chased Izaya out of the house, he was asked to buy something but he couldn’t remember for the life in him what. He wanted to call but was afraid of disturbing him while on the job and the clients might get pissed off or whatever.
“Whatever, if he wants it, he can go buy it himself,” was what Shizuo concluded but inwardly tried to remember. He spent nearly two hours and a half but still couldn’t remember, loading up on random items as he fought with his memory.
Maybe I should call him was what he thought but wimped out last minute. He paid for the groceries and sulked out, feeling a bit depressed for being so forgetful. He arrived at the apartment and promptly started to make dinner.
The first time Shizuo attempted to cook, Izaya got food poisoning and had diarrhea for a week. Izaya was afraid to get sick again so he ate out and when he came home, sampled Shizuo’s food and promptly went to vomit as soon as Shizuo as out of earshot of puking noises. He found out about it but couldn’t blame him; his cooking tasted like gargabe to him too. After that incident, Shizuo started studying cook books religiously and made a mess in the kitchen at his first attempts but slowly improved with practice. Now his on par with a professional chef and Izaya was more than happy when he tasted his cooking after, much to Shizuo’s relief and enjoyment.
Tonight, he was going to make tuna carpaccio, thinly sliced raw fatty tuna season with herbs and lemon and a spicy sauce to go with it. He had recently picked up Italian cooking and was mostly looking at seafood dishes since Izaya was a lover that kind of thing.
The tuna was already defrosted and he needed to season it before making the sauce. Around 8:45, with the tuna seasoned and the sauce still simmering in the sauce pan, Shizuo exhaled and admired his handiwork. He had made a sun-dried tomato and basil spread to go along with the French bread that was toasting in the oven. Izaya was coming around 9 or so and dinner was almost ready.
At 9:15, just as Shizuo brought the sliced pieces of French bread to the dinner table, the lock clicked and Izaya stepped in.
“God I’m so hungry! I lived off a cup of ramen today.” Izaya sniffed the air and started to salivate, “Oh yay dinner!” He took a seat at the table and took a moment before seeing Shizuo glaring down at him,
Go wash you hands first.”
“But Shizu-chan,’ Izaya pouted, “I didn’t jerk off before coming here! I only did it twice during my lunch break and when-” The wooden spoon used to stir the spoon snapped in half and the water was already running at the sink. Izaya rolled his eyes and sat at time table again.
“Itadakimasu” they said simultaneously before eating.
“Oh, this is so good!” Izaya pointed to the tuna as he placed a forkful into his mouth, “I usually like my tuna plain but this is just amazing!” He leaned against his chair and closed his eyes to take a moment to let the succulent fish melt in his mouth. Shizuo hid his smile and cleared his throat.
“It’s just fatty tuna with spices, no big deal.” In reality, Shizuo was extremely pleased that he was enjoying it with so much zeal.
“Oh, but it is!” Izaya opened his eyes and leaned in, “In order to prepare tuna carpaccio, grade A fatty tuna must be hammered with just enough firmness to thin it. The lemon must be ripe and just acidic enough to ‘cook’ the tuna. Precision is a definite ‘must’ or the tuna will be dry and stringy.” Shizuo blinked in surprise at his knowledge of Italian cuisine. But then again, this was Izaya so he quickly composed himself and continued eating. Izaya watched Shizuo attentively until the blond felt him staring,
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/goes to die~~~
/then gets up to read the rest 8D
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