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kinkfestTitle: A Habitual Thing
Series: Durarara!!
Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Prompt: hate/love - They really hated each other, but that just made the sex all the better.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ugh. I'm sorry it's a day late. I was slightly sick at the time I was going to post it yesterday. Anyways... I don't know if this is what was wanted, but I tried OTL
When the sight of a vending machine soaring through the air didn't bother people, you'd think that would be a problem.
But in Ikebukuro, such a sight only warned the people of the city that a certain monster was afoot and on a rampage. No one dared stepped in between the man who was able to throw around heavy objects as if they were pebbles. Only one person even dared torment the man knowingly.
“IIIIZAAYYAAAA!!”
The crazy person barked out a laugh, kicking the asphalt as he sped away from the beast of Ikebukuro. His red eyes glinting as he looked behind himself to see the blond following closely behind him, carrying a rather large; rather full vending machine. Izaya's eyes twinkled and he turned sharply, throwing his flick blade at the blond.
Heiwajima Shizuo's eyes widened at the projectile. But it narrowly missed the top of his head. Instead, it broke through the glass, shattering around Shizuo; cutting him up a little and striking into a soda can. Sticky, brown liquid erupted and spilled all over Shizuo, staining yet another one of his bartender outfits.
His temper exploded- ignoring the angry cuts all over his body. He roared and threw the vending machine at a laughing Izaya, who easily dodged it.
The flea escaped now. Everyone who had to walk by the seething monster kept their space, not even getting close to the raging monster. Shizuo snarled into the sky, the carbonated soda biting at his fresh cuts. He glanced at his shoulders, noticing some glass still stuck in his shoulders. He reached up, plucking them out, cutting his fingers in the process.
Fuck, he hated that flea.
–
Orihara Izaya had a problem.
It wasn't so much as a problem he wanted to fix, but a problem he somehow didn't understand. It was unnerving to know there was something he didn't understand- and about himself, no less! But that was to be expected since the problem also dealt with Shizu-chan.
Heiwajima Shizuo... the bane of his existence. The man who he wished he could slice up into a million pieces, place in a box and burn it. The man who he wished he could make sure had a painful death.
The man who he wanted to fuck him blind.
Izaya growled. That was the problem. After a rigorous chase from Shizuo, he felt the pulsating need in his groin and a throb in his ass. He wanted to fucked. After the sun was chased away by the moon- Izaya finds himself prowling over to Ikebukuro again. But he has something in mind other than his usual antics. He easily finds his way to him.
Shizuo spots him and automatically begins chasing him- years of conditioning has made his body respond as such. Years of chasing Izaya had become habit.
Izaya easily weaves his way through the concrete jungle... leading them further and further away from the hustle and bustle of the city life and deeper into quieter parts. And soon- he intentionally slows his pace... allowing Shizuo to capture him.
It doesn't take him long. Shizuo was starting to gain an aspect of speed along with his impressive strength.
Such a frightening monster.
Izaya chortled inwardly as Shizuo easily swung him against a building. He winced, but smirked up at the man. He knew his back would be covered in ugly bruises tomorrow- he was anticipating it. He couldn't wait to see the black and blue in the mirror.
The first thing Shizuo attacks is his neck.
Biting hard into that jugular and then peppering it with kisses. Vicious sucks and bites rain down upon pale skin- marring it with reds, blues, and purples. Izaya laughs- the vibrations tingle against Shizuo's lips and that Adam's apple bobs enticingly. Shizuo licks it and then bites down.
“Slutty louse.”
A rather plain and predictable thing for Shizuo to say. Izaya laughed at its predictability. Shizuo was, at his core, a very unpredictable being... so when he was this predictable it made Izaya laugh.
Maybe, just maybe... he could be rid of this best.
Of course, if that were to happen, where would Izaya get his kicks at?
He cackled as Shizuo's hands began making their way down his body- groping and feeling. The gropes were cold and the feelings had anything but warmth in them. He felt those strong hands grip hold of his shirt and pulled... pulled, pulled, and...
RRRIIIP
Tatters of what use to be a black shirt was thrown into the air. Izaya felt laughter bubble into his throat again as he watched his shirt fall to the ground in little shreds, like confetti at a party. Shizuo's left brow ticked. “So noisy.”
“Ah, Shizu-chan! It's like we're celebrating a party. You're birthday has already passed, hasn't it?”
“Shut up...”
“And mine is too far away!”
“Shut up, you fucking louse!”
More amusement flooded into Izaya's senses as Shizuo's hands clasped over his neck- squeezing. Those strong hands clutched slightly, restricting Izaya's airflow. The crazy man laughed, eyes twinkling as he glared up at Shizuo... that same shit-eating grin on his face. Even as his vision began to spot... his eyes growing watery... he choked out a laugh.
“Fuck, shut up!”
Shizuo released his throat.
Izaya sucked in a harsh breath- the taste of the city air infiltrated his nostrils and mouth as he sucked in a copious amount. His eyes flickered with amusement. Shizuo brought his hand down to Izaya's pants- ripping the button off instead of working on it and then pulled the man's pants down, flinging them away from them.
They landed in a dumpster.
Izaya's nose wrinkled. “You'll be retrieving those for me, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo snarled, standing up now. “Fuck you louse.”
“Oya!? Is Shizu-chan backing out of this?”
Izaya watched Shizuo try to restrain his rage. Shizuo reached down and grabbed hold of a fistful of raven locks. His eyes narrowed down at Izaya, tugging on his hair.
Izaya's eyes lit up as he watched Shizuo unzip his pants.
He knew what was coming.
Shizuo was going to demand he suck him. Heh. Not that he wouldn't.
Of course, once again- Shizuo proved to be an unpredictable man. He tugged harshly on Izaya's hair- tipping his head and pressed his dick against those parted lips without demanding anything.
He shoved himself in harshly.
Izaya sputtered at the sudden quickness of the thrusts and the fact a large cock was damn near touching the back of his throat. He tried relaxing his gag reflex... but knew the taste of bile had already been pushed up into his mouth.
He glared up at Shizuo who now was the one wearing a smirk. They did this often... Izaya would always be the master in their games... but that was it. It was all a game in the end and Shizuo could easily flip the coin and make him the master for a moment.
But only for a moment.
Izaya quickly corrected himself- sucking on that cock with expertise. He lifted a hand to fondle those heavy testes, purring as the man was gasping and panting into the sensations.
He felt his hair being tugged again. He gasped as Shizuo's hips twitched again- a steady rhythm was picked up as Shizuo fucked Izaya's mouth raw. He growled as he smashed Izaya's face deep into his crotch. He groaned as he felt those lips widen and heard a small gurgle... almost like a small 'click' noise as Izaya deep-throat him. He pressed Izaya's head against the wall as his hips twitched against those lips... growling harshly.
“Fuck flea. Your slutty mouth feels so good.”
Izaya purred against the cock in his mouth- his eyes flashing dangerously up at Shizuo's face. The blond snarled at such a look. As if Izaya could do anything. He sniffed and thrust a bit too harshly.
Izaya pushed him away and coughed... spittle and semen flinging out of his mouth.
“What the fuck Shizu-chan?”
“Shut up.”
“So eloquent, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo bared his teeth, gripping hold of Izaya's hair again. He pulled the man up by the handful of hair, hearing Izaya protest... and soon, he had the back of his head in his palm and smashed that face against the bricks of the building.
“I'll make you shut the fuck up.”
Izaya's eyes widened as he felt that saliva covered prick press into his dry heat. He clenched his teeth as Shizuo forced himself in.
“Ugh... god flea, why the fuck do you feel so good?”
Izaya resisted the urge to roll his eyes at such words but cried out as he felt a familiar feeling of warm liquid begin to course out of his opening. His nose wrinkled.
“You made me bleed, Shizu-chan. I expect you to kiss the abrasion better.”
Shizuo scoffed. “Fuck you. I am not kissing your dirty asshole, Izaya.”
Izaya snickered- feeling the man begin to quicken the pace.
Their hips snapped together. Shizuo roughly pressed Izaya's face against those bricks again. He relished the sound of the painful little cry the man emitted as he did... so he did it again.
Izaya hissed as the bricks scrapped his face slightly... his nose beginning to bleed. Ah, he hated this man.
He cried out as Shizuo found his prostate... aiming for it perfectly after he had found it.
Shit... the monster had become accustomed to fucking him. It was the only way Shizuo would so easily find and torment his prostate.
“Ah!! F-Fuck...”
“Fuck, Izaya... so hot.”
“Hnnnnngh! Shizu-chan.”
“Sucking me in... hn...”
Izaya laughed. “I thought you didn't want me to talk?”
“I don't. Shut up.”
Izaya laughed as those thrusts grew fevered... quickening in their recessions as Izaya closed his eys and cried out... a wicked grin against his lips as he came.
After Shizuo emptied himself into Izaya- he let the man drop to the alleyway floor. Shizuo tucked himself in, zipping his pants, and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it before scowling down at Izaya.
“Go clean yourself up.”
He flicked some ashes by Izaya's panting face. Shizuo left the man he hated but loved to fuck in the alleyway- covered in come and sweat. He could distinctively hear Izaya's laughter as he left him laying there....
Fucking bastard.
He hated him so fucking much.
Series: Durarara!!
Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Prompt: hate/love - They really hated each other, but that just made the sex all the better.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ugh. I'm sorry it's a day late. I was slightly sick at the time I was going to post it yesterday. Anyways... I don't know if this is what was wanted, but I tried OTL
When the sight of a vending machine soaring through the air didn't bother people, you'd think that would be a problem.
But in Ikebukuro, such a sight only warned the people of the city that a certain monster was afoot and on a rampage. No one dared stepped in between the man who was able to throw around heavy objects as if they were pebbles. Only one person even dared torment the man knowingly.
“IIIIZAAYYAAAA!!”
The crazy person barked out a laugh, kicking the asphalt as he sped away from the beast of Ikebukuro. His red eyes glinting as he looked behind himself to see the blond following closely behind him, carrying a rather large; rather full vending machine. Izaya's eyes twinkled and he turned sharply, throwing his flick blade at the blond.
Heiwajima Shizuo's eyes widened at the projectile. But it narrowly missed the top of his head. Instead, it broke through the glass, shattering around Shizuo; cutting him up a little and striking into a soda can. Sticky, brown liquid erupted and spilled all over Shizuo, staining yet another one of his bartender outfits.
His temper exploded- ignoring the angry cuts all over his body. He roared and threw the vending machine at a laughing Izaya, who easily dodged it.
The flea escaped now. Everyone who had to walk by the seething monster kept their space, not even getting close to the raging monster. Shizuo snarled into the sky, the carbonated soda biting at his fresh cuts. He glanced at his shoulders, noticing some glass still stuck in his shoulders. He reached up, plucking them out, cutting his fingers in the process.
Fuck, he hated that flea.
–
Orihara Izaya had a problem.
It wasn't so much as a problem he wanted to fix, but a problem he somehow didn't understand. It was unnerving to know there was something he didn't understand- and about himself, no less! But that was to be expected since the problem also dealt with Shizu-chan.
Heiwajima Shizuo... the bane of his existence. The man who he wished he could slice up into a million pieces, place in a box and burn it. The man who he wished he could make sure had a painful death.
The man who he wanted to fuck him blind.
Izaya growled. That was the problem. After a rigorous chase from Shizuo, he felt the pulsating need in his groin and a throb in his ass. He wanted to fucked. After the sun was chased away by the moon- Izaya finds himself prowling over to Ikebukuro again. But he has something in mind other than his usual antics. He easily finds his way to him.
Shizuo spots him and automatically begins chasing him- years of conditioning has made his body respond as such. Years of chasing Izaya had become habit.
Izaya easily weaves his way through the concrete jungle... leading them further and further away from the hustle and bustle of the city life and deeper into quieter parts. And soon- he intentionally slows his pace... allowing Shizuo to capture him.
It doesn't take him long. Shizuo was starting to gain an aspect of speed along with his impressive strength.
Such a frightening monster.
Izaya chortled inwardly as Shizuo easily swung him against a building. He winced, but smirked up at the man. He knew his back would be covered in ugly bruises tomorrow- he was anticipating it. He couldn't wait to see the black and blue in the mirror.
The first thing Shizuo attacks is his neck.
Biting hard into that jugular and then peppering it with kisses. Vicious sucks and bites rain down upon pale skin- marring it with reds, blues, and purples. Izaya laughs- the vibrations tingle against Shizuo's lips and that Adam's apple bobs enticingly. Shizuo licks it and then bites down.
“Slutty louse.”
A rather plain and predictable thing for Shizuo to say. Izaya laughed at its predictability. Shizuo was, at his core, a very unpredictable being... so when he was this predictable it made Izaya laugh.
Maybe, just maybe... he could be rid of this best.
Of course, if that were to happen, where would Izaya get his kicks at?
He cackled as Shizuo's hands began making their way down his body- groping and feeling. The gropes were cold and the feelings had anything but warmth in them. He felt those strong hands grip hold of his shirt and pulled... pulled, pulled, and...
RRRIIIP
Tatters of what use to be a black shirt was thrown into the air. Izaya felt laughter bubble into his throat again as he watched his shirt fall to the ground in little shreds, like confetti at a party. Shizuo's left brow ticked. “So noisy.”
“Ah, Shizu-chan! It's like we're celebrating a party. You're birthday has already passed, hasn't it?”
“Shut up...”
“And mine is too far away!”
“Shut up, you fucking louse!”
More amusement flooded into Izaya's senses as Shizuo's hands clasped over his neck- squeezing. Those strong hands clutched slightly, restricting Izaya's airflow. The crazy man laughed, eyes twinkling as he glared up at Shizuo... that same shit-eating grin on his face. Even as his vision began to spot... his eyes growing watery... he choked out a laugh.
“Fuck, shut up!”
Shizuo released his throat.
Izaya sucked in a harsh breath- the taste of the city air infiltrated his nostrils and mouth as he sucked in a copious amount. His eyes flickered with amusement. Shizuo brought his hand down to Izaya's pants- ripping the button off instead of working on it and then pulled the man's pants down, flinging them away from them.
They landed in a dumpster.
Izaya's nose wrinkled. “You'll be retrieving those for me, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo snarled, standing up now. “Fuck you louse.”
“Oya!? Is Shizu-chan backing out of this?”
Izaya watched Shizuo try to restrain his rage. Shizuo reached down and grabbed hold of a fistful of raven locks. His eyes narrowed down at Izaya, tugging on his hair.
Izaya's eyes lit up as he watched Shizuo unzip his pants.
He knew what was coming.
Shizuo was going to demand he suck him. Heh. Not that he wouldn't.
Of course, once again- Shizuo proved to be an unpredictable man. He tugged harshly on Izaya's hair- tipping his head and pressed his dick against those parted lips without demanding anything.
He shoved himself in harshly.
Izaya sputtered at the sudden quickness of the thrusts and the fact a large cock was damn near touching the back of his throat. He tried relaxing his gag reflex... but knew the taste of bile had already been pushed up into his mouth.
He glared up at Shizuo who now was the one wearing a smirk. They did this often... Izaya would always be the master in their games... but that was it. It was all a game in the end and Shizuo could easily flip the coin and make him the master for a moment.
But only for a moment.
Izaya quickly corrected himself- sucking on that cock with expertise. He lifted a hand to fondle those heavy testes, purring as the man was gasping and panting into the sensations.
He felt his hair being tugged again. He gasped as Shizuo's hips twitched again- a steady rhythm was picked up as Shizuo fucked Izaya's mouth raw. He growled as he smashed Izaya's face deep into his crotch. He groaned as he felt those lips widen and heard a small gurgle... almost like a small 'click' noise as Izaya deep-throat him. He pressed Izaya's head against the wall as his hips twitched against those lips... growling harshly.
“Fuck flea. Your slutty mouth feels so good.”
Izaya purred against the cock in his mouth- his eyes flashing dangerously up at Shizuo's face. The blond snarled at such a look. As if Izaya could do anything. He sniffed and thrust a bit too harshly.
Izaya pushed him away and coughed... spittle and semen flinging out of his mouth.
“What the fuck Shizu-chan?”
“Shut up.”
“So eloquent, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo bared his teeth, gripping hold of Izaya's hair again. He pulled the man up by the handful of hair, hearing Izaya protest... and soon, he had the back of his head in his palm and smashed that face against the bricks of the building.
“I'll make you shut the fuck up.”
Izaya's eyes widened as he felt that saliva covered prick press into his dry heat. He clenched his teeth as Shizuo forced himself in.
“Ugh... god flea, why the fuck do you feel so good?”
Izaya resisted the urge to roll his eyes at such words but cried out as he felt a familiar feeling of warm liquid begin to course out of his opening. His nose wrinkled.
“You made me bleed, Shizu-chan. I expect you to kiss the abrasion better.”
Shizuo scoffed. “Fuck you. I am not kissing your dirty asshole, Izaya.”
Izaya snickered- feeling the man begin to quicken the pace.
Their hips snapped together. Shizuo roughly pressed Izaya's face against those bricks again. He relished the sound of the painful little cry the man emitted as he did... so he did it again.
Izaya hissed as the bricks scrapped his face slightly... his nose beginning to bleed. Ah, he hated this man.
He cried out as Shizuo found his prostate... aiming for it perfectly after he had found it.
Shit... the monster had become accustomed to fucking him. It was the only way Shizuo would so easily find and torment his prostate.
“Ah!! F-Fuck...”
“Fuck, Izaya... so hot.”
“Hnnnnngh! Shizu-chan.”
“Sucking me in... hn...”
Izaya laughed. “I thought you didn't want me to talk?”
“I don't. Shut up.”
Izaya laughed as those thrusts grew fevered... quickening in their recessions as Izaya closed his eys and cried out... a wicked grin against his lips as he came.
After Shizuo emptied himself into Izaya- he let the man drop to the alleyway floor. Shizuo tucked himself in, zipping his pants, and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it before scowling down at Izaya.
“Go clean yourself up.”
He flicked some ashes by Izaya's panting face. Shizuo left the man he hated but loved to fuck in the alleyway- covered in come and sweat. He could distinctively hear Izaya's laughter as he left him laying there....
Fucking bastard.
He hated him so fucking much.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:32 am (UTC)Thank you very much!