PART 1

Jan 27, 2010 18:30

DURARARA!! KINK MEME

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kink meme, durarara!!

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Bringing You Love [On a Bike] 1/4 anonymous March 27 2010, 23:20:19 UTC
"Shizu-chan~" A voice chimed through a silicone earpiece, plastic cracking against Shizuo's fingers with sudden pressure as he recognized the caller. The blond bartender blocked the number with the press of a few buttons and promptly flipped the device shut with a flick of his fingers, stuffing it with unusual vigor inside of the pocket of his slacks. He ignored the inquisitive stares from the handful of patrons littered across the room, instead beginning to scrub the countertop with increasing force. He cursed as a hole was torn in the fabric, nursing his ailing knuckle when it scraped harshly against the smooth countertop surface. An audible sigh of frustration escaped him as he abandoned the task and reached for his vibrating phone. He flipped it open, only to be greeted with mocking black text.

"What, you don't want your bike back?" He glanced at the number, eyebrow twitching as he realized without surprise that it was unfamiliar. How many phones was Izaya going to go through just to annoy him?

How many would Shizuo go through, as well, to escape him? This was his second one this month.

The plastic shattered as it was slammed against the wall opposite the fuming bartender,

Strike that, third.

A few of the people inside of the bar began to gather their coats and hurriedly step out, eyeing the blond warily. Shizuo's eyes widened as he realized what the louse had meant. The bike.

He had the bike.

Celty's bike.

Shizuo leaped over the bar, ripping a barstool from its place on the floor and stalking out of the establishment with heavy footfalls. At this, the room emptied completely as people flushed out of the bar, studiously ignoring the cries of "Heiwajima! You're fired!!" and the litany of curses escaping the manager as he frantically attempted to keep patrons inside.

It was raining outside; a cold, hard drizzle that swept Shizuo's blond hair in front of his eyes. People were still loitering around the building; however, this didn't stop him from slamming the barstool forward with all of his might, scattering the crowd quickly as screams of fright tore through the air. In the parking lot directly in front of the blond, Izaya ducked quickly to avoid being knocked over and out by the projectile furniture, knowing that a building behind him had been smashed without even glancing at the scene. A smirk coiled onto his face like a snake, his switchblade instantly falling into the palm of his hand at the sight of a fuming Shizuo.

"Shizu-chan," He purred, gripping the handle of the motorcycle and revving the engine. "You came," He backed out of the parking space with a scream from the engine, tires trailing black skid marks on the asphalt as he sped away. His smirk grew into a half-smile as he imagined Shizuo following behind him, falling farther and farther away as his human legs failed to keep up with the supernatural machine purring in between Izaya's legs.

He glanced in the mirror adorning the front of the bike, frowning as he saw nothing; he started as he felt cold hands slip across his and pilfer the flickblade from his lax grasp. The shock melted into interest as one hand returned to his waist and the other crawled the path up his torso torturously slowly. Shizuo rested his chin on Izaya’s shoulder, lips lightly tracing the wet skin as his head lolled to the side languorously. A vicious bite was delivered suddenly as the flickblade at Izaya’s neck pressed into the skin threateningly. Blood seeped slowly from the bite, dripping across Shizuo’s lips and smearing onto pale skin. Izaya moaned appreciatively, the slight swell of his throat forcing the metal harder into his skin.

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