PART 11 OVERFLOW
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.11 OVERFLOW
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This post is only for new and continuing fics from part 11! Please do not post new requests here.
ATTN all authors moving fics to this part:
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A/N: Alright, continuing Slant, a fill for the part 11 prompt here: http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=24628845#t24628845 - here's hoping that this chapter is a fun read, too!
There’s something wrong.
Izaya can sense that pretty clearly - has for a while now, starting last night and it’s only gotten worse with the passing of twenty-four long hours - and the problem’s not in the whisper of rice cooking or the sharp edge of a knife slapping the cutting board in Shizuo’s kitchen. It’s not the difficulty Izaya has in reaching the counter from his chair, either, and it’s not that he keeps forgetting what to do next because he can’t help noticing Shizuo working with all the confidence of a serious chef.
Heck, the problem’s not even that - the surprise of Shizuo being what amounts to a better cook than Izaya - and the informant’s happy, really, even if their meal will be mostly the fruit of Shizuo’s efforts. Izaya can at least boast of ( ... )
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His vision clears quickly as he blinks to dispel the silent monologue. He’s been doing that a lot, and it’s been getting him absolutely nowhere. He only does it because it’s the only way he knows how to vent his own frustration when speech and fits of inappropriate laughter or tears and purely childish tantrums would only ever humiliate him further in front of his Shizu-chan.
He hates everything about this, and he loves it all for what it is. He doesn’t stand a chance, but he can’t help hoping and nothing about Shizuo is helping that. He knows exactly how bad it would be for the brute to find out about his purely insane attraction to him, but something in Izaya likes dropping suicidal hints, anyway.
Another cliché: it’s really and truly eating him up inside.
He’s not used to it - not this - but he somehow manages to hide it all behind a practiced smile.
“That makes twenty-one times, Shizu-chan.”
Twenty-one times, already - feeling okay, are you doing alright, you’re not gonna keel over, are you - ?
The blonde looks taken aback ( ... )
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Shizuo stares at him for a long time before responding. “I couldn’t tell.”
Izaya lets his eyes convey his confusion. Shizuo sighs but doesn’t begrudge him another explanation.
“That you were trying to actually talk to me. It was almost the same as always…” The blonde hesitates, then, and lets his voice fade into nothing more than a quiet sigh. There’s a far-away look in his eyes, now, and to be honest it almost scares Izaya.
He’s slipping entirely out of reach…
The informant glances off to one side as his heart begins to thump desperately in his chest. “You’re thinking that I’ve changed, ne?”
“Well,” Shizuo admits, reaching up as his own face darkens to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. “At least explain yourself a little. There’s no point in hiding - y’know, things. I mean - because we have to be this close to each other for so long…”
Izaya winces as his chest tightens about his racing heart. “That’s just it, Shizu-chan. You’re just not used to things like this. Have you ever spent this much time so close to another person ( ... )
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Stay awesome!
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