PART 8
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.8
PART 8 IS NOW CLOSED.
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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PART 8 IS NOW CLOSED.
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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Kida watched with a slightly skeptical, slightly amused expression on his face as Izaya slipped one of the dango off the stick with his teeth and began to chew it. “Izaya-san really is a horrible person,” he said.
Izaya, who had been looking out over the small lake, watching lanterns float on the surface of the water, waiting for the fireworks to light up the night sky, waited a moment before turning towards his young lover. “Hmm? What a horrible thing to say to someone who just got you free dango.”
“Ahh, but at the price of a lovely young woman’s heart.”
“You’re speaking as if I seduced her and then ran off with someone else. On the contrary, I was with someone else the entire time-yourself. I simply convinced her that I was the son of the woman who was in charge of organizing this festival. Her husband happens to owe me a favor. He should be pleased I have chosen to collect in such an innocent way,” the raven explained, as if the transaction had been completely orthodox.
“You didn’t have to threaten to shut her down though. So very cruel~”
“The way you say that doesn’t sound very sincere at all, Kida-kun.”
The teen closed his eyes and fell back on the grass. “I am the master of nonchalance. I play my voice like an instrument and easily woo every fluttering heart that can hear.” His hands swayed through the air to some imaginary tune.
“What is it that Mikado-kun always says when you make such ridiculous jokes? I would give you the square root of two.”
Kida did not open his eyes, but his expression tilted downwards to convey false hurt. “Izaya-san is truly the worst kind of person.”
They stayed in their secluded little spot under the dim light of a couple of lanterns that were hung between the trees a few meters away. Izaya was leaning against the trunk of their own tree, keeping the little cardboard tray that held the free dango he had gotten in his lap while the blond gazed up at the stars through the gaps in the branches. For a long time they simply listened to the sounds of the festival around them, of Taiko drums and bells ringing, of people laughing and talking and cheering, of fireflies humming through the air, of their own silence.
After a while, Izaya interrupted the last with, “Are you not having any, then?”
“I don’t want to be a part of your criminal deeds.”
“I still fail to see how it’s criminal.”
“My, and I thought you were intelligent.”
“I hope that wasn’t supposed to hurt, because it was so obviously wrong I don’t see how it could have affected me at all.”
“You must really want to argue with me today, huh? Not letting anything go. Or is it that you want to be wooed by my beautiful voice?”
Izaya laughed at the absurd suggestion. “There’s only one situation in which I want to hear you say anything, and then it’s not so much speaking as moaning.”
Kida snorted. “You sound like an old pervert. As if I were a pretty young receptionist, and you my boss, and you’re threatening to fire me if I don’t sleep with you-Or perhaps you’re my teacher, and by the same conditions I have to ‘come to your office’ every day or I will fail your class-Or-”
“I think maybe you’re the old one. You must be senile to be calling me ‘old.’ I’m only twenty-one~”
“You’re twenty-four.” Suddenly something sticky swept across the younger’s nose. “Hey-!” he yelled, meaning to get up into a sitting position, but a hand quickly grabbed one wrist, then the other and pinned him to the ground. Izaya loomed over him for a moment with a smirk on his face, and just as the other was about to ask him what exactly he thought he was doing, he leaned down and gently licked the sticky dango syrup from his nose.
When he moved his head back away, he was still smiling, and seemed to be challenging Kida to say something.
The blond frowned. “What?”
“No protests?” the raven mused. “How unusual…”
“You’re just proving my point that you’re a pervert, molesting me in a public place at a public event.”
The other shrugged. “No one’s watching.” He moved his hands off of Kida’s wrists, trusting he wouldn’t make any movement.
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“Kida-kun should stop saying such cruel things… I’m starting to think you don’t like me. How hurtful.”
The blond grinned. “You’d be right then. I can’t stand you.”
“Oh really?” Izaya raised an eyebrow, and the teen nodded. “Well that’s too bad, because I love all of my humans, and you’re the closest one. I guess you won’t be enjoying this at all.” He leaned down again and pressed his lips to Kida’s for a second, then dragged them down to run his tongue over the bottom one.
The younger accepted him almost immediately and opened his mouth slightly to let just the tip of the raven’s tongue caress his own. His mouth opened wider, and Izaya filled him more fully with his warm, wet muscle. They sucked and bit lightly at each others’ tongues, and Kida seemed uncharacteristically content to be dominated by the informant. At least until he reached up as if to pull his lover closer, but put his hands on his shoulders and lightly pushed him away. The taller man reluctantly complied. “I believe it’s my turn to ask ‘What?’”
The blond smiled. “You taste like dango.”
“Hmm? Too sweet?”
“No, I liked it.”
“Doesn’t explain why you stopped,” the raven seemed to complain.
“Gimme some,” Kida requested softly, his melted honey eyes darting from his boyfriend’s scarlet ones down to his much lighter lips and back again.
Izaya stared at him for a moment, and then turned back to the dango. He seemed not to care that his fingers were getting sticky as he ignored the skewer and slid a second dango off of it. He lowered it to Kida’s lips, and a pink tongue lapped at the sticky food before he opened his mouth a little and took a small bite. The informant moved his hand to the side a little and waited for the other to swallow. “Good?”
“Yeah.”
“You want more?”
“No, that’s enough for now.”
The raven set the remainder of the piece back in the little cardboard tray, and as soon as he had dropped it, the teenager reached over and took his hand, guiding the gooey index and middle fingers towards his mouth. His other hand wrapped around it too, and he opened his mouth again, but just enough so that Izaya’s fingers had to slide over his lips to get inside.
The elder man watched with quiet amusement and lowered eyes as his smaller lover rocked his hand in and out of his mouth slowly, sliding over his wet tongue, barely catching some of the honey-like substance each time, but then the point was to make it last longer.
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Izaya wasted no time descending on him again to press their mouths together once more, delving deep into Kida’s hot mouth with his probing tongue. His lover kept him slow though, and tried to give in too much to the raven’s demands this time. He held the other’s tongue between his teeth, sucked it lightly, tried to keep his tongue full in his mouth, stroking him, instead of letting it thrust in and out.
And then the elder broke away, and rolled over to lie next to him in the grass. “It’s no use,” he proclaimed, “Kida-kun is just trying to tease me!”
Kida laughed, leaving a hint of triumph in his residual smile, and shuffled over to turn his face into Izaya’s sleeve. “That’s what you get for being a pervert.”
“Trust me, if I were really a pervert, you would be naked right now.”
“Promises, promises,” the blond mumbled into the cloth of Izaya’s coat.
“Ehh? You begged to come down here so you could see the fireworks!”
“And when are done watching the fireworks, we should go make our own.”
Izaya laughed too, and eventually his laugh faded to a permanent smile as he felt Kida’s hand sneak down and weave its fingers into his own. Eventually the fireworks did start, and a while later they ended. The pair of them reluctantly disentangled themselves from each other and got up to leave.
The blond noticed the dango on the ground and picked it up with a pensive look on his face. “Izaya.”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you get dango anyway? You don’t like sweet things.”
“Well, I didn’t get them for me.”
“But you-Oh…” He was silent for a moment.
“Yes, ‘Oh’ indeed, Kida-kun.”
“Don’t act so self-righteous, you stole those!”
“I didn’t steal them, they were a gift.”
“Given under false pretenses!”
The informant was unperturbed. “Kida-kun, don’t you know that the best things in life are free?”
“Not if I start charging!”
“Oh?” Izaya seemed amused. “And how much would you charge?”
“…One million yen.”
“Huh. So cheap.”
“What?! How rich are you if one million yen is cheap!? I want a raise!”
“Hmmm…no!”
Kida sighed and leaned heavily against Izaya as he walked. “You really are a horrible person.”
Sorry if the ending was kind of fail and the fluff was a bit...err...smutty. I really wanted to write some Iza/Kida :>
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Perhaps a sequel? I for one would love to see the second fireworks <3 <3 <3
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And really the only condition was Izaya/Kida Fluff :D See? They can! Yes, they can! :D I love the smutty part :P
Thank you for giving me this amazing fill~ <3
and yes, a sequel would be lovely :D >.<
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