Fic - A Fool's Errand Pt.12
Man, it got hot this week! I wonder how people in other countries can stand the heat...where I live isn't even that bad. It's actually comfortable compared to so many other places. >< Hang in there guys!
Fandom: Durarara
Central Characters: Shizuo, Izaya
Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Warnings/Ratings: M See it?? IT'S MATURE NAO D:
Word Count: 913
“That was weird.”
“Yeah.”
“Well…we should get back to our problem.”
“Problem?”
Izaya flashed a coy smile. “If you haven’t noticed, Shizu-chan, we’re both hard.”
“That’s not a problem.”
The blond unzipped his own pants and pulled down his underwear slightly. Once he pulled out his enlarged member, Izaya backed into a wall nervously.
“W-wait. I’ve heard anal sex feels good and all…but I really rather-”
“Dumbass, that’s not what I was thinking.”
He scooted up to where the informant sat stupefied. As gently as he could, Shizuo grasped the other’s shaking hand to his length.
“H-hand job?” Izaya asked.
“Whatever it’s called. Just do it.”
The informant grabbed the throbbing member, gasping at the feeling. It was hot and slicked with precum. He bit his lip and flushed as he moved his hand up and down the shaft, trembling at Shizuo’s shaky groan.
“Sh-Shizuo?”
“Hah…just keep…”
His moan echoed through the apartment. Izaya had thumbed the tip of his erection and was beginning to stroke rather roughly.
Shizuo pulled him into a sloppy kiss as he climaxed. Small spurts of the white fluid landed on Izaya’s cheek. The blond, noticing them as he pulled away, licked them off and sucked on the other’s jaw.
Izaya’s flushed face seemed to be beg at him, so Shizuo pulled down his pants without hesitation. The lithe body jolted at touch. “Shizuo’s going to do the same…?” Izaya whispered.
Then the black-haired man saw Shizuo lower his head to his length.
Mouth?!
Izaya’s head hit the wall behind him as the wet warmth engulfed him. He was going to push Shizuo away, he really was, but each lick was dissolving his will. It just felt so damn good.
His hands curled in the blond locks at a particularly rough suck.
Shizuo teasingly pulled away and looked up at the shaking informant. He breathed on the weeping member, enjoying the gasp from above, before going back to his task.
He grabbed Izaya’s hips when they started bucking.
“Shizuohhhh…I-I’m going to-”
No sooner than he had said it, his cum sprayed inside the blond’s mouth. Shizuo spit some out to the side as he sat, a smirk gracing his face.
“O-Oi!” Shizuo said in alarm when Izaya slid to his left.
“I’m so tired. I was up all night…and I ran all the way here…” Izaya mumbled sleepily.
“Geez…all right, all right.”
With no effort at all, Shizuo picked up the limp body bridal-style and walked into his bedroom. He laid Izaya on the bed while taking off his shirt. “Stay here for now. I have to wash our clothes…louse,” Shizuo smiled.
He flipped open his phone and dialed Tom while left the room.
Izaya rolled to his side and shut his eyes while yawning, “I never knew…Shizu-chan was so dirty…”
In living room, Shizuo was currently apologizing to Tom for his absence.
“Something came up…okay…great, thanks. I’ll see you…two days from now? Alright, bye.”
The blond debt collector sighed and closed his phone. He scratched his head as he checked on the figure on his bed.
What the hell was he thinking?
Amnesiac or not, he just did some sexual shit with the man he claimed he so hated. At least, that was the story he told everyone. However, when he found out that the louse lost his memories, he remembered how his heart sank, how he suddenly felt somewhat lonely.
Yet, once Izaya regained his memories, what will he think of what just happened? While Shizuo was pondering on this question, he remembered what Shinra told him.
“Muscle memory…he’ll show hostility, eh?” Shizuo muttered and stared at the door to his bedroom.
He remembered the times when Izaya pointed his knife at him, and that was understandable. But Izaya’s initial dislike towards the blond didn’t explain the kiss. It didn’t explain the fact that the informant came all the way from Shinjuku to Ikebukuro just to see Shizuo.
Whatever, he didn’t feel like thinking right now. He was tired too.
~~~
Two hours passed, and Izaya woke up with a start. He slowly got up, not recognizing the deep blue blanket he was curled up in. This wasn’t his apartment…
He exited the room he was in to find Shizuo slumped on a couch. He jumped back in shock; then he realized that the blond was sleeping. What was he doing in this place anyways? The last thing he remembered was the brute throwing a cursed vending machine at his face.
Gritting his teeth, he woke the slumbering blond.
“Nngh…what is it, Izaya?”
“Why…that’s the most gentle way you’ve ever spoken to me, Shi-zu-chan.”
The blond jumped up from the couch. He looked at the informant’s face. His eyes no longer were wide with curiosity and innocence. They were more slanted, with an air of superiority. A familiar smirk on his face.
“You’re…Izaya…”
“Good observation, Shizu-chan! Who would’ve thought that protozoic brain of yours actually worked? By the way, where’s my shirt?”
“It’s…dirty.”
“I don’t mind. It’d be the best for the both of us for me to leave, right Shizu-chan?”
“You’re not serious.”
“Hmm? Whatever could you mean? My shirt is black, so even a little dirt wouldn’t make any-”
The informant stopped upon seeing a familiar black v-neck draped over a chair. A familiar black v-neck that had an unfamiliar white splotch in front. His eyes widened in realization. He looked back at Shizuo.
“Please, please don’t tell me we got drunk and fucked.”
Fandom: Durarara
Central Characters: Shizuo, Izaya
Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Warnings/Ratings: M See it?? IT'S MATURE NAO D:
Word Count: 913
“That was weird.”
“Yeah.”
“Well…we should get back to our problem.”
“Problem?”
Izaya flashed a coy smile. “If you haven’t noticed, Shizu-chan, we’re both hard.”
“That’s not a problem.”
The blond unzipped his own pants and pulled down his underwear slightly. Once he pulled out his enlarged member, Izaya backed into a wall nervously.
“W-wait. I’ve heard anal sex feels good and all…but I really rather-”
“Dumbass, that’s not what I was thinking.”
He scooted up to where the informant sat stupefied. As gently as he could, Shizuo grasped the other’s shaking hand to his length.
“H-hand job?” Izaya asked.
“Whatever it’s called. Just do it.”
The informant grabbed the throbbing member, gasping at the feeling. It was hot and slicked with precum. He bit his lip and flushed as he moved his hand up and down the shaft, trembling at Shizuo’s shaky groan.
“Sh-Shizuo?”
“Hah…just keep…”
His moan echoed through the apartment. Izaya had thumbed the tip of his erection and was beginning to stroke rather roughly.
Shizuo pulled him into a sloppy kiss as he climaxed. Small spurts of the white fluid landed on Izaya’s cheek. The blond, noticing them as he pulled away, licked them off and sucked on the other’s jaw.
Izaya’s flushed face seemed to be beg at him, so Shizuo pulled down his pants without hesitation. The lithe body jolted at touch. “Shizuo’s going to do the same…?” Izaya whispered.
Then the black-haired man saw Shizuo lower his head to his length.
Mouth?!
Izaya’s head hit the wall behind him as the wet warmth engulfed him. He was going to push Shizuo away, he really was, but each lick was dissolving his will. It just felt so damn good.
His hands curled in the blond locks at a particularly rough suck.
Shizuo teasingly pulled away and looked up at the shaking informant. He breathed on the weeping member, enjoying the gasp from above, before going back to his task.
He grabbed Izaya’s hips when they started bucking.
“Shizuohhhh…I-I’m going to-”
No sooner than he had said it, his cum sprayed inside the blond’s mouth. Shizuo spit some out to the side as he sat, a smirk gracing his face.
“O-Oi!” Shizuo said in alarm when Izaya slid to his left.
“I’m so tired. I was up all night…and I ran all the way here…” Izaya mumbled sleepily.
“Geez…all right, all right.”
With no effort at all, Shizuo picked up the limp body bridal-style and walked into his bedroom. He laid Izaya on the bed while taking off his shirt. “Stay here for now. I have to wash our clothes…louse,” Shizuo smiled.
He flipped open his phone and dialed Tom while left the room.
Izaya rolled to his side and shut his eyes while yawning, “I never knew…Shizu-chan was so dirty…”
In living room, Shizuo was currently apologizing to Tom for his absence.
“Something came up…okay…great, thanks. I’ll see you…two days from now? Alright, bye.”
The blond debt collector sighed and closed his phone. He scratched his head as he checked on the figure on his bed.
What the hell was he thinking?
Amnesiac or not, he just did some sexual shit with the man he claimed he so hated. At least, that was the story he told everyone. However, when he found out that the louse lost his memories, he remembered how his heart sank, how he suddenly felt somewhat lonely.
Yet, once Izaya regained his memories, what will he think of what just happened? While Shizuo was pondering on this question, he remembered what Shinra told him.
“Muscle memory…he’ll show hostility, eh?” Shizuo muttered and stared at the door to his bedroom.
He remembered the times when Izaya pointed his knife at him, and that was understandable. But Izaya’s initial dislike towards the blond didn’t explain the kiss. It didn’t explain the fact that the informant came all the way from Shinjuku to Ikebukuro just to see Shizuo.
Whatever, he didn’t feel like thinking right now. He was tired too.
~~~
Two hours passed, and Izaya woke up with a start. He slowly got up, not recognizing the deep blue blanket he was curled up in. This wasn’t his apartment…
He exited the room he was in to find Shizuo slumped on a couch. He jumped back in shock; then he realized that the blond was sleeping. What was he doing in this place anyways? The last thing he remembered was the brute throwing a cursed vending machine at his face.
Gritting his teeth, he woke the slumbering blond.
“Nngh…what is it, Izaya?”
“Why…that’s the most gentle way you’ve ever spoken to me, Shi-zu-chan.”
The blond jumped up from the couch. He looked at the informant’s face. His eyes no longer were wide with curiosity and innocence. They were more slanted, with an air of superiority. A familiar smirk on his face.
“You’re…Izaya…”
“Good observation, Shizu-chan! Who would’ve thought that protozoic brain of yours actually worked? By the way, where’s my shirt?”
“It’s…dirty.”
“I don’t mind. It’d be the best for the both of us for me to leave, right Shizu-chan?”
“You’re not serious.”
“Hmm? Whatever could you mean? My shirt is black, so even a little dirt wouldn’t make any-”
The informant stopped upon seeing a familiar black v-neck draped over a chair. A familiar black v-neck that had an unfamiliar white splotch in front. His eyes widened in realization. He looked back at Shizuo.
“Please, please don’t tell me we got drunk and fucked.”