[Durarara!!] The White Button
I don't really write fanfiction. This one was inspired by and for a friend, who's a Shizaya fan like me. I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy~
Title: The White Button
Rating/Warnings: Mature, NSFW
Summary: The evidence of a short encounter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
X-posted at: shizaya
The White Button:
Shizuo growled at the elevator that seemed to take ages to get to the ground floor. He smashed the button into the wall and stalked over to the door leading to the stairwell. He ripped it open and hurried up the stairs, taking two at a time. All the way to the top floor. He was rarely in such a rush. The only time he actually was, was when he chased after a certain raven.
And said raven had sent him a message that had forced the blonde to throw everything down and rush off to Shinjuku.
He burst from the stairwell onto the landing on the last floor. He leaned his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. A part of him internally laughing at how anti-climatic this was to the whole The-Monster-of-Ikebukuro-on-a-rampage image.
He glared accusingly over his sunglasses at the door at the end of the hall. His lips thinned as he straightened up and stalked towards the door, slipping his shades off.
Shizuo didn’t bother with pretending to be nice. He opened the door, walked through it and slammed it shut, glaring around the room before focusing on the raven’s frame.
“Iii…zaa…yaa…” he growled, stretching the other’s name like he usually did.
The flea turned to lean back against the kitchen island, an easy smirk on his face, “Shizu-chan~” he drawled, auburn eyes looking him up and down slowly, the unusual orbs almost licking over the tall man at the door.
Izaya didn’t even flinch when the blonde broke away from the door and stalked over towards him. Instead leisurely leaned back against the counter and waited, his thumb playing with one of the rings on his forefinger.
Shizuo reached him, hands braced on either of Izaya’s sides, “I got your message.”
“Apparently,” Izaya smirked.
A moment later said smirk was wiped from his face when hot lips captured his. His eyes slipped shut when Shizuo deepened the kiss by leaning forward. The blonde shoved things from the counter in one sweep of his hands, before his fingers crept to the other’s hips, picking Izaya up and sitting him on the island.
“Where’s your assistant?” Shizuo huffed against Izaya’s neck, kissing and licking over the pale skin.
“On an errand,” Izaya whispered, gasping when he felt the other bit and suck at his skin. Big, strong hands wandering up his shirt.
Izaya grumbled when his fingers grasped at Shizuo’s cravat. He gave it a sharp yank and felt a swell of satisfaction when he managed to get it undone along with tearing out a button from the white shirt. It bounced off his hand and to the floor. But Izaya was already too involved in getting the blonde’s shirt off, distracted by the man toying with his nipples.
They broke apart for the moment it took for Shizuo to slip Izaya’s shirt off. Tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, fingers spanned over the pale skin of the raven’s torso. It always made him wonder at how contrasting they were, as if made of different elements. Hell, he knew he wasn’t the only one to see it. Everyone saw it. They figured that Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya fought because they were each other’s opposite. And partly that was true.
“So eager, Shizu-chan~” Izaya chuckled a bit breathlessly when his legs were pried apart, letting the blonde stand between them. Shizuo didn’t grace the taunt with an answer, focusing on sucking on Izaya’s nipple instead, fingers going to the button of the other’s jeans. He felt his own shirt and vest slip from his shoulders to hang halfway down his arms.
Shizuo shrugged them off, not once breaking away. There was no time for romance. There never was. A few stolen kisses in an alley during one of their fights. A few glances from afar. And just a little intimacy squeezed in when no one was looking. The blonde wished for the day when he could simply enjoy the fresh and budding relationship the two had established. And soon…
He hummed against Izaya’s chest when the other’s fingernails dug into his back and raked down his skin. He did quick work with Izaya’s jeans, raising an eyebrow at the fact that the raven had gone without anything underneath.
“Had time to prepare,” the other explained, leaning back on his elbows, legs spread. Izaya watched with satisfaction when the other’s golden gaze swept down his body and focused on his half-erect cock resting lazily against his thigh. Fuck. How he wished he could take longer to watch Heiwajima Shizuo’s many faces and the shades of red that flashed over his cheeks whenever he looked at him. But they had an image to uphold. One that allowed everything to play out as planned. Just imagine how the scale would tip over were someone to find out about this. Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo always fought. It was a sure thing in this world. Just like the Sun rising at dawn and setting at dusk.
Shizuo felt his pants grow tighter by the second when Izaya gave him a devilishly-coy smile - one that probably only he could pull off - and raised his legs onto the countertop.
It took him a moment to fumble with the zipper and buttons on his slacks, another to open a condom and slip it on.
Then he was free to sink himself into that velvety, tight heat of Izaya’s body. Much to both their pleasure, which was voiced by a loud gasp from the raven and a sigh from the blonde as he rested his hands over the other’s hips.
They stayed like that for a moment, eyes meeting as they conveyed their feelings.
Strong hands pulled Izaya’s hips towards the edge of the kitchen island, making him stifle a quiet moan as he felt the other’s cock drive deeper into him. He bit his lips.
“Don’t.”
“What?” Izaya asked. Seldom was he caught off-guard.
“You’ll chap them,” his blonde answered, thumb brushing over his lips.
“I didn’t know you cared, Shizu-chan…” Shizuo didn’t grace that with an answer, instead leaning forward to kiss the other man. A roll of Izaya’s hips reminded him what he should be doing.
Not breaking their kiss, he pulled his hips back and started thrusting slowly.
Their encounters were never the same, even if they carried similar characteristics. It was messy and loud, with hair pulling, biting and leaving marks. And it always ended in a moment of cuddling and stealing the other’s warmth as if to imprint the other on their own skins.
Shizuo sighed contently, his head resting on Izaya’s chest, softening member still buried within his lover, Izaya’s essence making their stomachs sticky. He loved the way those nimble fingers played through his hair, how he could feel a loud heartbeat slowly calming. He loved how his lover smelled after sex.
“Ne~ Shizu-chan…”
“Hm?”
“Let’s go out of town for the weekend?”
Golden eyes met auburn. Shizuo smiled, “Yeah…”
They didn’t need many words.
* * *
Yagiri Namie hated her job. But even so, she did it to her best ability.
Which was why the tiny, white button on the floor she’d cleaned that very morning was something that made her frown in confusion as she picked it up. “Orihara-san… did you loose a button?”
Title: The White Button
Rating/Warnings: Mature, NSFW
Summary: The evidence of a short encounter.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
X-posted at: shizaya
The White Button:
Shizuo growled at the elevator that seemed to take ages to get to the ground floor. He smashed the button into the wall and stalked over to the door leading to the stairwell. He ripped it open and hurried up the stairs, taking two at a time. All the way to the top floor. He was rarely in such a rush. The only time he actually was, was when he chased after a certain raven.
And said raven had sent him a message that had forced the blonde to throw everything down and rush off to Shinjuku.
He burst from the stairwell onto the landing on the last floor. He leaned his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. A part of him internally laughing at how anti-climatic this was to the whole The-Monster-of-Ikebukuro-on-a-rampage image.
He glared accusingly over his sunglasses at the door at the end of the hall. His lips thinned as he straightened up and stalked towards the door, slipping his shades off.
Shizuo didn’t bother with pretending to be nice. He opened the door, walked through it and slammed it shut, glaring around the room before focusing on the raven’s frame.
“Iii…zaa…yaa…” he growled, stretching the other’s name like he usually did.
The flea turned to lean back against the kitchen island, an easy smirk on his face, “Shizu-chan~” he drawled, auburn eyes looking him up and down slowly, the unusual orbs almost licking over the tall man at the door.
Izaya didn’t even flinch when the blonde broke away from the door and stalked over towards him. Instead leisurely leaned back against the counter and waited, his thumb playing with one of the rings on his forefinger.
Shizuo reached him, hands braced on either of Izaya’s sides, “I got your message.”
“Apparently,” Izaya smirked.
A moment later said smirk was wiped from his face when hot lips captured his. His eyes slipped shut when Shizuo deepened the kiss by leaning forward. The blonde shoved things from the counter in one sweep of his hands, before his fingers crept to the other’s hips, picking Izaya up and sitting him on the island.
“Where’s your assistant?” Shizuo huffed against Izaya’s neck, kissing and licking over the pale skin.
“On an errand,” Izaya whispered, gasping when he felt the other bit and suck at his skin. Big, strong hands wandering up his shirt.
Izaya grumbled when his fingers grasped at Shizuo’s cravat. He gave it a sharp yank and felt a swell of satisfaction when he managed to get it undone along with tearing out a button from the white shirt. It bounced off his hand and to the floor. But Izaya was already too involved in getting the blonde’s shirt off, distracted by the man toying with his nipples.
They broke apart for the moment it took for Shizuo to slip Izaya’s shirt off. Tossing it somewhere over his shoulder, fingers spanned over the pale skin of the raven’s torso. It always made him wonder at how contrasting they were, as if made of different elements. Hell, he knew he wasn’t the only one to see it. Everyone saw it. They figured that Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya fought because they were each other’s opposite. And partly that was true.
“So eager, Shizu-chan~” Izaya chuckled a bit breathlessly when his legs were pried apart, letting the blonde stand between them. Shizuo didn’t grace the taunt with an answer, focusing on sucking on Izaya’s nipple instead, fingers going to the button of the other’s jeans. He felt his own shirt and vest slip from his shoulders to hang halfway down his arms.
Shizuo shrugged them off, not once breaking away. There was no time for romance. There never was. A few stolen kisses in an alley during one of their fights. A few glances from afar. And just a little intimacy squeezed in when no one was looking. The blonde wished for the day when he could simply enjoy the fresh and budding relationship the two had established. And soon…
He hummed against Izaya’s chest when the other’s fingernails dug into his back and raked down his skin. He did quick work with Izaya’s jeans, raising an eyebrow at the fact that the raven had gone without anything underneath.
“Had time to prepare,” the other explained, leaning back on his elbows, legs spread. Izaya watched with satisfaction when the other’s golden gaze swept down his body and focused on his half-erect cock resting lazily against his thigh. Fuck. How he wished he could take longer to watch Heiwajima Shizuo’s many faces and the shades of red that flashed over his cheeks whenever he looked at him. But they had an image to uphold. One that allowed everything to play out as planned. Just imagine how the scale would tip over were someone to find out about this. Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo always fought. It was a sure thing in this world. Just like the Sun rising at dawn and setting at dusk.
Shizuo felt his pants grow tighter by the second when Izaya gave him a devilishly-coy smile - one that probably only he could pull off - and raised his legs onto the countertop.
It took him a moment to fumble with the zipper and buttons on his slacks, another to open a condom and slip it on.
Then he was free to sink himself into that velvety, tight heat of Izaya’s body. Much to both their pleasure, which was voiced by a loud gasp from the raven and a sigh from the blonde as he rested his hands over the other’s hips.
They stayed like that for a moment, eyes meeting as they conveyed their feelings.
Strong hands pulled Izaya’s hips towards the edge of the kitchen island, making him stifle a quiet moan as he felt the other’s cock drive deeper into him. He bit his lips.
“Don’t.”
“What?” Izaya asked. Seldom was he caught off-guard.
“You’ll chap them,” his blonde answered, thumb brushing over his lips.
“I didn’t know you cared, Shizu-chan…” Shizuo didn’t grace that with an answer, instead leaning forward to kiss the other man. A roll of Izaya’s hips reminded him what he should be doing.
Not breaking their kiss, he pulled his hips back and started thrusting slowly.
Their encounters were never the same, even if they carried similar characteristics. It was messy and loud, with hair pulling, biting and leaving marks. And it always ended in a moment of cuddling and stealing the other’s warmth as if to imprint the other on their own skins.
Shizuo sighed contently, his head resting on Izaya’s chest, softening member still buried within his lover, Izaya’s essence making their stomachs sticky. He loved the way those nimble fingers played through his hair, how he could feel a loud heartbeat slowly calming. He loved how his lover smelled after sex.
“Ne~ Shizu-chan…”
“Hm?”
“Let’s go out of town for the weekend?”
Golden eyes met auburn. Shizuo smiled, “Yeah…”
They didn’t need many words.
* * *
Yagiri Namie hated her job. But even so, she did it to her best ability.
Which was why the tiny, white button on the floor she’d cleaned that very morning was something that made her frown in confusion as she picked it up. “Orihara-san… did you loose a button?”