PART 6

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DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.6

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Between You and I 16

[anonymous]

“And for a creepy kid such as yourself there is no such thing as ‘too creepy’.”
Aoba nodded as if the hostility did not bother him one bit. He glanced at Kida briefly.
“It seems that you have no problems with younger men and I assure you I am better than blonde there.”
“Are you stalking me? Or am I just really unlucky to keep running into you?”
“It is not ‘stalking’, I must not let you out of my sight. I am merely giving fate a helping hand.”
Kida could not believe it but Aoba did not seem to recognize Izaya. And he supposed it made sense. Aoba was known for having a thing for the Orihara twin sisters so it followed that he would find a female Izaya to be most attractive.
“Give me your cell phone, I’m giving your mother a call and telling her to keep her creepy kid from annoying me.”
“I see. I don’t think it is too soon for me to introduce you to my family as my wife to be.”
“Are you even listening what I am saying?”
“That skirt looks stunning on you. I received my allowance today, allow me to buy it for you.”
“Ah…”
“It would look even better on my bedroom floor.”
Kida did not think he had even heard such a horrible pick up line. Izaya slapped Aoba, hard across the cheek.
“Enough! What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?!”
“Heh, feisty. I like that in a woman.”
“Go find someone else. I am not interested.”
“I see. Do you have a boyfriend? I can get rid of him, no sweat.”
Kida could see Izaya getting flustered. So there was a man involved. Kida wondered just who it could be. There was something very amusing about Izaya being in love. Izaya’s snappy retort was cut short by his cell phone.
“Hi there! Really? Okay! I’ll have dinner ready for you.”
She bought the skirt in question and a shirt.
“Masaomi, hurry. You need to help me cook, it has to be ready before he arrives.”
“Cook…?”
“Do I have to remind you that you work for me?”
Not that Kida was getting paid for this, he was sure. Aoba nodded again.
“I shall take my leave but I shall return.”
“Don’t bother. Masaomi, on the double. And carry these.”
More bags.

“All you have to do is wash and dry these and cut the tomatoes into pieces.”
“Okay…”
As soon as Izaya returned home she changed into an apron and distributed the tasks between herself and Kida. A rather startled Kida who realized that homely Izaya in a red apron was a great turn on. Izaya was in a flurry of hurry, tasting sauces, watching the spaghetti boil, shredding cheese.
“And done! You can go now.”
“You’re kicking me out…?”
“Two is company, three is a crowd. So scramble.”
Kida did so but he hid in a nearby alley and waited for Izaya’s mystery man. And soon enough a long haired man stepped from a limousine and into Izaya’s building. Kida confirmed by using binnacles (he had borrowed the idea from Izaya) that the stranger had indeed gone to Izaya’s apartment. Unfortunately for Kida’s spying purposes Izaya pulled the shutters and there was nothing more he could see. As Kida walked away he kept wondering just where he had seen the man before. He looked familiar, somehow.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No problem. Here’s your dinner.”
Namie sank on the chair, clearly very tired. It was the first time Izaya had seen him in such a state of exhaustion.
“Thank you. I didn’t get a chance of eating.”
Namie chewed almost mechanically. Izaya still wore the pretty apron and the scent of thyme about her.
“Is it good…?”
“Very tasty.”
Izaya sounded almost afraid.
“Phew, that’s great to hear.”
“I should be going, it’s very late and tomorrow I have an early day.”
“Why don’t you stay the night?”
Izaya’s heart beat very slowly, something that happened whenever she was too nervous. Namie was on his feet and heading toward the door, halting suddenly.
“Is it fine with you?”
“Of course. Please, do stay.”
“Alright. I’ll take the sofa.”
Izaya opened her mouth to say that they could stay in bed but stopped herself at the very last moment.
“I’ll get you a blanket.”
“Thanks.”
“You can wear one of my pajamas.”
Namie undid his long hair and stripped. Izaya blushed intensely and could not think of nothing even half coherent to say. Namie’s male body was lithe but well defined, Izaya could make out the elegant musculature underneath the pale smooth skin. Clearly kendo paid off.

Re: Between You and I 16

[anonymous]

OMG AOBA!!! ROFLMAO

And your male Namie is hawt!!!