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
rules | fill list | suggestions | discussion post
daily updates | delicious ( Read more... )
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
rules | fill list | suggestions | discussion post
daily updates | delicious ( Read more... )
The guests themselves were also quite extravagant. It was a white tie affair, very prestigious. The ladies had adorned themselves in long gowns of every possible color, in fabrics that shimmered and swayed as they moved in precariously tall heels. The men were less extravagant in blacks and whites (with, of course, a few outliers), but complemented and slightly subdued the dizzying array of colors nicely.
Shizuo looked at the scene with a judgmental eye and plucked at his tie. “When did Shinra get so many friends anyway?” he complained.
“I guess that’s what happens when you write a book.” The raven next to him replied unenthusiastically.
“I didn’t even know Shinra could write.
“Just because you write a book doesn’t mean you can write, Shizu-chan. Look at Stephanie Meyer.”
“Who’s that?”
Izaya sighed. “I guess it’s a good thing you don’t know…”
The debt collector was tempted to demand an answer to his first question, but he decided he didn’t really care all that much and dropped it.
“What time is it?”
“There’s a giant clock on the wall right in front of you.”
“But I want you to tell me.”
“Izaaaayyaaaa…” the blond began to growl.
“Okay, okay, fine. Don’t get your panties in a bun-Whoa, Shinra. Hi.”
He had spun around the corner and thrown one of his arms around each of them, pulling their faces close.
“Goddammit Shinra,” Shizuo gasped, “if you ever do that again I’m going to punch you so hard you won’t have any teeth left to make that stupid grin.”
“Yikes!” The doctor immediately hopped back and pretended to hide behind Izaya, who stepped to the side almost immediately and held his hands gracefully towards the other as if to say, ‘Be my guest.’
Shinra pouted. “Aww… You guys are so mean to me. After I invited you to my big fancy party, too!”
“Don’t you have other people to socialize with? Or did you pay all of your guests? If that’s the case, I don’t accept checks or credit cards. Cash only.”
“I thought you guys looked lonely over here so I was going to try to cheer you up, but you’re right! I do have other socializing to do. With people who actually enjoy my company!”
“I don’t think you could pay anyone that much…” Shizuo muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.
The brunet shrugged and rolled his eyes jokingly before turning to scamper off to another group of people.
“I’m going to go smoke.”
“No you aren’t.” Izaya stepped in front of him with a devious smile on his face and said matter-of-factly, “It’s nine o’ clock.”
The ex-bartender felt a surge of irritation at being told the obvious. “Like I said, there’s a big ass clock over there. I know that.”
“Just come with me for a few minutes, then you can have some alone time with your nasty cancer sticks. This’ll be more fun, though.” He took a few steps to see if the brute would follow him, smiling all the while. When he did move forward, he turned back around and started walking.
They went out of the ballroom and through the long hallway, and when they were about to exit the building, Izaya turned to the right and darted behind the empty coat check counter.
“What the hell is this about, flea?”
The informant did not answer, but opened the door and looked inside. He didn’t detect any movement for the few seconds he was staring into the dark depths, so he flicked on the light to confirm that it was indeed empty. He walked inside and motioned for Shizuo to do the same. “Come here!”
OMFG I can’t believe this took me so long to start. I’M SORRY. I hope OP is still around somewhere :(
Reply
This... is such a freaking awesome start, too. I have a not-so-secret kink for banter, and the fact that they're going at it back and forth pretty much immediately... I cannot express the joy that I feel at this. XD
You have no idea just how expected I am about this! Can't wait for the next part! dakj;dlkaj;dajkljdaljadl;jkdaj;ad <3 <3 <3
Reply
“Just come here.”
Reluctantly, the blond obliged. He stepped past his ridiculous boyfriend and walked up to the center of the room, where there was a low island covered with bags and purses belonging to the guests. He heard the door close and in the same instant was struck with an idea. “Don’t tell me you’re going to rob these people…”
“Pfft. Don’t be ridiculous.” He waved the idea off and walked towards the counter. “Help me move these.” He began to pick up the various carriers, his deft fingers completely ignoring zippers and buttons and other clasps to simply set them under the racks that held the coats and shawls that had been checked.
Shizuo was just watching him, obviously itching for some nicotine. “Would you just tell me what the fuck this is about so I can decide it’s a waste of time and leave?”
“Maybe if you helped me it would go a little faster.”
“Don’t think I will. You’re almost done, anyway.”
Izaya scooped up the last three bags in his arms and dropped them under some that looked like the pelt of a polar bear that had gotten extensions.
The blond continued to stare at him when he righted himself. He stared back, smiling, eyelids drooped purposefully. “Well?” the other man prompted.
Before answering, the informant trailed his fingers on the edge of the low counter as he moved around it towards his boyfriend until they were less than a meter apart. “You know…you look really sexy in that suit.” He tilted his head to the side suggestively.
Whether the debt collector’s face turned redder from indignation or in response to the unwarranted flattery was unclear, though Izaya of course liked to think it was the latter. “What the fuck are you talking about? Move, I’m leaving.”
Flick.
The metal was pressed casually against his neck, right above the collar that was folded over his tie. Izaya took a moment to admire the accessory-it was light blue with darker blue and white stripes cutting across it at an angle, a few purple dots in between some lines to fill some space. He slipped his fingers between the material of his shirt and the silky tie, tugging it up from where it was tucked into his jacket. “Nice tie.”
“Present from Kasuka,” Shizuo grunted, eyeing the wretched blade with venom.
The other continued to examine it for a few moments, as if trying to discern the very type of stitch by which it had been woven together. Then suddenly his hand tightened to a fist and he yanked down, moving the switchblade accordingly so as not to decapitate his lover.
The victim made a little startled noise and was forced to hunch over, as he hadn’t be expecting the movement and had been ill-prepared to resist it. Izaya’s eyes were practically closed now, though he could still see the blood-like color of his pupils sparkling with devious intent. “Nice and strong too.” His words and breath brushed against his lips, which were slightly parted in want of the oxygen that was being denied him from the awkward position.
The tiny gap was closed between their lips, and the raven took advantage of the gap between the other’s to slip his tongue inside in a light, appeasing brush. The other man remained tense, and tried to strain against his surprisingly strong grip, but not so much that he would ruin the precious gift he had gotten from his brother.
Izaya still stroked him gently, tried to massage his mouth open with his lips, perhaps pressed a little more convincingly with the knife, and tried to guide him forward by pulling the tie and making tiny steps. “Come on, Shizu-chan, play with me…” he whispered.
There was a low, quiet growl from the beast’s throat. “You better not ruin this tie, you bastard.”
With a pleased smirk and a peck to the lips, the informant said, “Lie down then~” He loosened his grip so the other could straighten up a bit, but followed him closely with the sharp blade, guiding him ‘gently’ towards the surface.
Shizuo looked uncomfortable and rather irritated, but he lowered himself onto counter, which went only a little above his knees.
Slow author!anon is slow, but you were warned. Too many fills ; n; But I love me some Izuo <3
Also: Yaaaaaay OP! I love it when my OPs don't die :)
Reply
Delightfully delicious and lovely author!anon can take as loooong as needed to fill this because A!A is writing amazing Izuo and....
OP LOVES YOU.
Flick.
The metal was pressed casually against his neck, right above the collar that was folded over his tie.
dakdja;kjda;j;dajk;djakljdakl;jdal;j;daljl;daj
dakljdak;djal;jdak;lj;adlkj;daj;jdakl;jkldajkl;djakljdklaa
*DANCES*
*has such a hard-on for the flickblade* *0*
And then Izaya dragging Shizuo around by the tie? Yeeeeesssssss. You're hitting so many of my kinks, author!anon, and I'm loving you for it.
*GIVES YOU A GOLD STAR* :D ♥
...and now I'll just keep an eye on the inbox for more updates. *awaits in anticipation*
Reply
*patiently waits for more*
Reply
“Let go of the tie,” he said.
“No.”
“Then how do you expect me to lie down?”
“Ahh, isn’t Shizu-chan smart today?! Fine, I’ll let you stay like this…for now. Just as long as you know soon you’ll be on your back… Or would you prefer your hands and knees today?”
“Fuck off.”
“I believe the phrase you’re looking for is ‘fuck me.’ And you’ll have to be patient.”
Izaya seemed to take the man’s snarl as acceptance, and he closed his hand back into a fist, pulling the other closer and lowering his own face at the same time so they could kiss.
The blond chose to use compliance as revenge, though it would not be very effective and he knew it. But the sooner he gave the man what he wanted, the sooner he would be free to go smoke, likely for the duration of the party. So he opened his mouth readily as soon as he felt the hint of the other’s lips against his own and accepted the tongue that pushed into him.
He immediately bit down-and not in a playful way. But luckily for him, his lover was sometimes masochistic, sometimes sadistic, and sometimes both. Now, he seemed to be both. When he was released, he sucked Shizuo’s lip into his mouth and dragged it through his teeth, then crushed their lips together again.
After transferring his switchblade into the same hand that held the tie, ready to them together if his brute misbehaved, the informant moved his hand down to the man’s black pants and rubbed his thigh none-too-gently and dangerously close to his crotch. The beast drew in a sharp breath through his nose and hooked his hand around the other’s neck, turning his head at the same time to get deeper access to his hot tongue.
The debt collector felt himself getting hard under the influence of the raven’s usual touches-him forcing his tongue thickly into his mouth, then drawing out and leaving him empty to press rough kisses against his lip; the way he occasionally nibbled his jaw line or licked his ear; not to mention how his hand was still right there-not that it was enough. He shifted forward slightly, trying to relocate that teasing hand so it met the target-but Izaya ceased its movement completely and broke away from him, though he still kept a hold on the tie and the knife.
He brought his hand up under the other’s chin, tilting it towards him. “You want me to touch you?”
Shizuo grabbed his hand and held his gaze. “I don’t care what you do, just don’t be so goddamn coy about it.”
“Hn.” The informant smirked. “You want me to blunt? Fine. Suck me.” He gave the tie a sharp pull until the beast’s head was level with the bulge in his pants.
“I can’t unless you let go of my tie.” His chocolate eyes were narrowed with an equally vicious air.
Still smiling, Izaya released the garment, but kept hold of his weapon. He trailed his fingers up over the side of his lover’s face and wove his fingers into the bleached locks.
The other curled his fingers under the belt while he pressed his dry mouth over the most prominent part of the bulge and slowly closed his lips over it, applying just a little bit of pressure. The raven hummed appreciatively and worked his fingers through his hair, keeping the still-open blade skillfully away from his scalp.
The belt came loose, and a short ziiiip permeated the air of the otherwise silent room. The ex-bartender tugged down his boyfriend’s black underwear and freed his cock. The fingers in his hair tightened a little, and he felt some of it snag under the little silver rings the man always wore (even though at this moment he was dressed differently than usual, in a dark gray suit with a white shirt and a plain black tie). He ignored the laughably insignificant pain and, without any easing in, slipped Izaya’s hot length into his mouth.
I'm still here, I promise! I just take forever...
Random thing OP made me think of: Isn't it interesting how different people keyboard mash different things? My friend frequently gets a combination like "asdiohf" and I get "lkasdjf" and OP gets "dakj;"
Hmm...
Reply
I derped up.
Reply
This is so fantastic and deliciously hot and I love, love, LOVE the fact that this is Izuo. I'd toss back my favorite quotes to you, but I'm on my phone with this comment so that'll be difficult. XD;; But the tie and the flickblade and Izuoooo. <333333 I love the rough edge to their foreplay because I don't really see them play nice. XD
Guuuuuuh. I love this so much. So much. ;___;
I figure that you're probably busy with other fills (...which ones? ;D), but... looking forward to another update. *0* <333333
Reply
Ahhh I love you OP <3 And you're seriously making me get wayyy deeper into Izuo (is that a pun? Lolololol)
Yesss rough sex, me like.
Oh goodness. My other fills?
Lessee... The ones I'm actively working on are this one and...
Mine (Shizaya one, cuz apparently there are two)
出来る警備六!! (also known as the Powerpuff Girls one)
Boundaries (Delic/Tsugaru)
Charlie (Lol tentacle monster lol)
Reply
But that was, of course, unacceptable. With a little “Hrm” of annoyance, Izaya shifted one of his hands to his boyfriend’s forehead and pushed him gently until he moved back.
“Yes?” the blond asked, annoyed.
“I don’t plan on letting you waste my time, Shizu-chan. I only paid the girl to leave this room until ten. I can use you in other ways, you know, that won’t require your cooperation.” His scarlet eyes narrowed deviously, completely impervious to Shizuo’s irritated expression. “Oh, look what I found,” he said, plucking the tie from his chest before he could move. “Guess you belong to me again, huh?”
“Bastard,” the other growled. But he could not easily resist when the raven pecked him on the lips and then moved up his jaw and then down his neck. Again, he transferred the tie to the hand that held his switchblade and used the other to loosen it away from his neck. He then slipped the buttons of his shirt out of their sockets and ghosted his fingers over the man’s firm muscles while he licked and sucked at his neck.
Shizuo was quiet, but he wasn’t feeling so stubborn that he didn’t allow himself to close his eyes and feel the light touch of his fingers, the hard teeth and wet tongue against his hot blood. He didn’t notice himself spread his knees a little further apart and lean back slightly, pushing his crotch up the same insignificant amount.
Izaya put a few finishing nips and kisses on the mark he had made and began to move down towards the blond’s chest, but before continuing to go through the motions of foreplay, he pushed him down on the table.
The ex-bartender looked away from him, an indignant blush on his cheeks, and ignored the other’s light chuckle. He spoke as if to himself. “If Shizu-chan is embarrassed now, I wonder how he’ll feel when I do this…?” The informant pinned the tie and the switchblade to the side of the blond head, pushed his shirt to the side, and bit down hard on his left nipple.
“Nng!” Shizuo grunted, gripping the back of his partner’s jacket with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. “Fucking flea, the hell are you doing?!”
“Can’t get that reaction out of you too often… This is the only place you’re really sensitive.” He moved back down and circled his pointy pink tongue around the irritated bud. When the man offered no reaction other than a quiet grunt and a tightening hand in his coat, he trailed his tongue over the scar he had made on the toned muscles as a way of getting to the opposite nipple. This time he took it between his teeth and pulled, twisting his head slightly.
The bodyguard gave a tiny gasp and instinctively bucked his hips upwards as he felt a surge of pleasure go through to his groin. His clothed length brushed against Izaya’s exposed one, who could feel that the blond was also hard. With a devious grin, he moved up so that he could free his length as well, though he worked his hand as slowly as possible, and brushed against the sensitive bulge as frequently as he could. The other gripped a handful of the hem of his shirt, having just stopped himself from swatting his boyfriend’s hand away to do the job himself.
Though he would never be caught outright moaning, the Beast of Ikebukuro did pant little near-moans as he waited impatiently for the other man to overcome the bindings of his pants. He normally wore dress pants, but these, he supposed, were dressier, and therefore were more difficult to get off. Fucking Shinra and his fucking book.
Would it be weird if I changed the title? They're actually wearing black tie stuff >___>
Reply
And nipple biting?
....how do you zero in on so many of my kinks so easily?!?! XDXD
But I really, really, really love the bantering and how they try to one each other up and just... love. I really, really love this fic. Every single time I see an update, I smile like an idiot and do whatever I can to make time to read it as soon as humanly possible. XD
Needless to say, I'm totally looking forward to an update: and OP promises to stick with you until the delicious end! ♥
Reply
He felt the mouth on him pull back and breathe for a moment against his damp skin, cooling the saliva and chilling him. The sensation of his nipples getting uncomfortably hard made him shiver, and he outright gasped when he felt the informant’s hand against the thin fabric of his silky boxers, cupping his arousal gently. At the same time, the man slid his other hand a little farther away from his body, drawing the tie tighter.
The blond brought his hand up to his neck and tried to hook a finger under his tie without damaging it. “Fuck, s-stop!” he choked out of his protesting throat.
As always, the devious man chose to misconstrue his meaning, and moved the wrong hand in the wrong way. His cock suffered from the loss of warmth, and his neck was still restricted. He glared up at his lover and tried to turn to the side so the band of fabric was less obstructive.
Izaya curled the tie around the blade in such a way that he could easily slice through it in an instant if he felt like it. “Now, Shizu-chan, don’t go and spoil my fun. I think I like you like this.”
“What, dead?” the other man hissed. “Fucking nec-ggk-necrophiliac!”
“Don’t be silly. If you were dead then I couldn’t play with you anymore.” The raven smiled innocently, and Shizuo wished it was his middle finger that he had snuck under the band so he could convey his feelings soundlessly; talking was getting to be an effort. “Besides, haven’t you heard? Breath play makes you come harder.”
“F-Fine, then let’s put-Hhn-your neck on the line. Pre-Prefably fi-fishing line.”
“Hmm… If you still feel compelled to talk, I guess this isn’t tight enough…” The informant twisted his hand around as far as he could and switched the bundle to his other hand. The wound tie split about a centimeter away from the debt collector’s neck, but pulled against the sides, constricting the flow of blood and oxygen to his head a little. The bound Beast’s other hand sprung up to his neck and he tried to wedge more of his fingers under the band. But he could not pull it away hard-he didn’t trust his own strength, and despite the quantities in the scale-breathing against the safety of his brother’s tie-he still did not want to break it.
Amused by his boyfriend’s futile efforts, the other man tugged the tie around to the opposite side and pinned it to the table again. Without touching his aching dick at all, he pulled the blond’s pants and underwear off his hips, exposing him to the cool air of the climate-controlled building. “Want to slip out of your shoes for me?” It was far from optional; that was made clear by the tug on the tie that made him sputter a little cough.
The ex-bartender was starting to get a little dizzy, and involuntary tears of neither sadness nor pain dewed up the corners of his eyes, but he ignored both of these things and kept his head at such an angle that he could breath most easily-not that that was saying much. However, he was not eager for that limited easiness to get even less easy, so with a scowl he dug the toe of one foot into the edge of the heel of the other and pried one shoe off, then the second. Next, his pants were slid over his knees and left to gravity.
Izaya was leaning over his torso again, which tugged the tie down and thankfully a little away from his neck. He felt hot breath near his dripping prick, which made it twitch with desire, but the man pressed his tongue flat against his belly, not even grazing the organ with his cheek as he licked up, over his navel, and between his abs. Blood pounded dully in his head, and his self-control was wearing thin from so much teasing.
lskdjfwoief I know who OP is and wieuroixuiwuer now I think I am nervous.
Reply
I love, love, love, love this. The foreplay is absolutely delicious~ *O* I love foreplay so much--to the point where a lot of my stuff has the foreplay taking up more space and time than the actual smut... XDXD--and this is so good. Huge, huge, huge, huge, huge tie kink and the flickblade kink and I've never really wrote about the tie kink before, but this is so good and pretty much making me flail in excitement because I love the edge of control that Izaya has through both. And I never thought that breathplay was hot, but... :o You might be changing my mind. And by 'might,' I'm intrigued and am tempted to write something to explore it further in my own stuff. XDXD
I also love how on edge they both are with one another. Doesn't matter that they're in a relationship--Shizuo is Shizuo and Izaya is Izaya, and nothing about either of them and there interactions with one another will really change and I looooove it. Because this makes them so them. I'm torn, though, on loving the breathplay or missing the more regular bantering more. XD Considering how bossy Izaya is being right now, though... I'll just sit back and continue watching the control he uses with the tie. >D
Take your time with updating~ Just know that I'm loving this to pieces. :D ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Reply
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu why don't you just add me you silly person usually I don't even ask before I add people...I ask after...BECAUSE I'M RETARDED I WILL JUST ADD YOU FIRST I GUESS. SDKFJKDF
Foreplay should always take up more space than smut imho, lol. I've actually been working on elongating (lolololol) my smut because I tend to make pages of foreplay and then paragraphs (like...two) of smut.
I'm glad you like what I'm doing but I honestly keep forgetting about the tie, which is why I had to like...emphasize it a lot in this. Don't worry too much about the breathplay, I personally don't think it's one of my kinks so I'm not going to do much with it. Izaya's just being a douchebag. BUT I AM INTERESTED TO SEE WHAT YOU DO I need to read more fml....
LOLOLOLOL I love it when people give my stories depth that I didn't know was there. It makes me feel like my subconscious is smart.
I LOVE YOUUUU OP. And I'm going to scamper off to write more now.
Reply
Loving this so far!
Reply
Personally I've been missing Shizaya because I haven't written much recently, but yeah, Izuo can be nice once in a while. Plus suits are sexy so this prompt is just alsdfkjwie and all the pictures anons provided.... I have no self control.
C:
Thank you so much anon, and all my other readers!
Reply
Leave a comment