PART 6

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DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.6

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Fill: For Your Entertainment 5/?

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“I thought you were supposed to be smart, Izaya-kun,” I drawled, now working at the buttons of my white shirt.
Shizuo had nearly caught up to me in terms of undressing. His shaking hands were half-way through the buttons on his shirt when I finished mine. Watching me skeptically, though still a bit panicked, Izaya asked, “Are you serious?”
I reached up and brushed the dark hair behind his ear. He stared at me stonily, still expecting an answer. I barked a laugh, “Yeah, we’re serious.” I caught Shizuo’s eye over his shoulder and motioned toward him. He did so after a second of hesitation, and once he was close enough, I took my eyes off him and turned them back to our prey. Izaya’s crimson eyes locked with my own as he tried to convey to me that we would regret this. I didn’t feel very threatened, but that could have been because I had never provoked the young informant’s wrath before. I supposed that would change today, but at the moment I didn’t really care.
While a lot of people know about my sexual prowess, not as many are aware that I’m bisexual. Then again, if you hadn’t figured that out by this point, I’d have to call you an idiot. I guess you could have assumed when I told my brother I was going to help him with his own sexual conquest, I was just going to give him some pointers. Not exactly. I don’t really do free. I accept my payment in virgin blood.
Kidding. I’m not that creepy.
The reason I’m bringing this up now is that while I do prefer girls, there was something kind of attractive about Izaya. I never really paid much attention to him before. I knew my brother hated him, so I figured it would be a bad idea to get to know him lest we actually have a spontaneous encounter and I turn into a casualty of war. But as I was looking at him now, I could see why Shizuo wanted him. Besides just his physical appearance, there was just a feeling I had. Admittedly, it could have been the death-glare he was giving me. I do like feistiness. Makes for good sex.
He interrupted what had been a very short reverie. “Why?”
I looked at Shizuo, wondering how much I was allowed to reveal. He blushed and looked away. I wasn’t sure if that was an okay or a no-kay. Well, chances were Izaya would find out eventually, and I’m more of a fan of the shock effect. “Little Shizu-chan has a crush on you.” I smirked. My brother gaped at me and Izaya did indeed seem to be a victim of surprise. Guess it had been the latter. Oops.
He turned around, skeptical, to look at Shizuo, who was now standing with his fists clenched, looking out the window (presumably so we wouldn’t see his fresh lobster blush). Suddenly my twin snapped his head towards me. “Shouldn’t you be using that big mouth of yours for something else, Delic?”
I chuckled. “Well fine, if you don’t want any of the action…” I trailed off, and before Izaya could turn around again I cut his legs from under him with my arm and caught him. Now carrying him bridal-style, I swept around to my bedroom. As soon as I picked him up, he locked his arms around my neck, his nails cutting into my shoulders and back.
“Put me down, Neanderthal!” he commanded with a sudden…how shall I say this…frantic charm? It was the kind of request you usually got from a giggling heroine in a romantic comedy. With his chest pressed against mine, I could feel his heart beating madly. When I didn’t oblige immediately, he started struggling, so it was admittedly difficult to keep my grip on him, especially while moving. So when Shizuo moved in front of us, I was forced to stop and put him down.
No sooner had Izaya regained his balance than Shizuo grabbed him about the waist and hoisted him onto his shoulder so he was lifted a few feet into the air, awkwardly fisting his hands into the back of my twin’s unbuttoned shirt for support. “I didn’t say that.” Shizuo easily held the other teen (who had resumed his struggling and was making protests neither of us really heard) with one hand and pushed open the door to my room with the other. After a few seconds, I followed.