Hello there! This is just something I thought up while looking at various alt Izaya fanart. Hope you like it! Please give feedback to let me know :)
Summary: After Izaya admits that he loves Kida, he is thrown into the crazy world of the four Orihara brothers. As Kida tries to sort out his feelings for Izaya, another Orihara sets his sights on him. However, the infamous informant doesn't like to share what rightfully belongs to him.
Warnings: Yaoi—lots of it, mentions of self-injury and rape, and a character struggles with an eating disorder throughout the story (who may or may not stop)
Tsundere!Izaya ~ RoppIzaKida (yes, I'm very proud for thinking that up)
I still do not own Durarara! nor any of the characters.
Kida opened the door and strolled into the apartment. Considering his line of work, and the many people who resent him, it seemed strange that Izaya Orihara would sometimes keep his door unlocked when he was home. Granted, he had access to various security cameras, but Kida still found it odd. He set his bag on the couch and looked around the expensive loft.
"Izaya, I'm here," he called out. There was no answer. After a few silent moments, he sat down on the couch, leaning against the arm, and played a game on his phone, waiting for the informant to return and give him work to do. Suddenly, hands covered his eyes.
"Hello there, Masaomi-kun. Guess who," a familiar voice purred.
Kida pulled the hands away and turned around. "What do you—Um… Your eyes are pink." He stared up at the man in disbelief. The red, piercing eyes of Izaya had been replaced with bright pink, spirited irises. They made him look almost playful.
"Eh? It must be the lighting."
"Right… Wait, why did you address me in that way? We haven't used honorifics for awhile."
"Um, I guess I forgot? I'm kind of having an off day."
"Okay then… Anyway, what do you want me to do?"
The raven smiled. "I have something fun planned. Follow me." He spun around in a full circle, and then skipped towards his desk, gesturing for the boy to follow.
Kida wavered. Izaya's normally black with a tan fur-rimmed coat was dyed completely white; a pink shirt peeked from beneath it; his pants were the same bleached white as his jacket; headphones rested at the base of his neck. "You're not Izaya."
The man turned to him with an innocent smile. "What do you mean? Of course I am."
"Your clothes…"
The informant removed the jacket and headphones. "Black gets boring after wearing it for so long. When I'm in my apartment, I sometimes wear this."
"Are you high?" He'd never seen Izaya smoke, but he didn't know enough about his personal life to be sure.
"Nope. I'm just feeling…energetic today."
"Oh, alright." He wasn't completely convinced, but the man looked and sounded exactly like Izaya. He strolled over to the desk, where the older male stood waiting. He sat on top of the desk when he was told and waited for his next instruction.
"You're an obedient little puppy, aren't you?" He ran his slender fingers through the blonde hair and smiled.
The teen blushed. "Don't say that," he muttered.
Izaya leaned forward and kissed him. Without any hesitation, Kida returned the gesture, placing a hand on the man's shoulder to get a better angle. There was something different about this kiss, but Kida couldn't figure out what it was. Izaya was usually gentle, but never on this level; it was as if he was being extra careful of something.
After a minute, the raven pulled back. "I have to say, I was expecting much more resistance."
Blood rushed to his face. "Well, it's not like we've never done this before. It's a skinship thing... Right?"
The older male chuckled quietly. He interlaced their fingers and bit his earlobe. "So naïve; you're too cute. Say, how far do you think skinship could go for two males?"
He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, I thought the kissing was kind of weird at first, but we never go past that; it's…innocent. You're the only guy I do this with, so I guess kissing is the furthest."
"I don't usually do this sort of thing, but you bring out the mischievous side of me." He set his hand on the blonde's thigh and licked his ear. "I can assure you that this was never innocent, Masaomi-kun," he said in a low, seductive voice. Before the teen could speak again, he moved between the boy's legs and kissed him, cupping his face in his hand. He slid his hand beneath his shirt and traced invisible patterns on the skin. He was just about to remove the shirt when a voice rang through the apartment.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Kida turned his head, horrified to see Izaya standing a bit away from them, his arms crossed, anger evident in his expression. If that's Izaya, who is this? he thought.
The other informant froze. "Onii-san, I didn't expect you to be home so soon," he said nervously. "We were just having a little bit of fun. He's safe with me; it's not like I'm Roppi."
He clenched his teeth. "Let go of my favorite human, Psyche," he seethed. "You know that I don't share."
"But, onii-san, it seemed like you were never going to make a move," he whined. "I wanted to try him out and, by extension, open him up for further contact with you." He smiled at the end, hoping that the last sentence might help him.
Izaya face palmed. "You idiot. I've spent the last few months making him comfortable, building him up to it. I make out with him nearly every day. How is that not making a move?"
The confused blonde interrupted. "Woah, woah. What the hell is going on here?" He looked from one man to the other. "There are two of you?"
"Actually—"
"Psyche! Shut up before you do any more damage." He pushed the pink-eyed informant away and grabbed Masaomi's hand, which was something the teen had grown accustomed to. "Masaomi, this is Psyche, my younger brother. I apologize for his behavior. He can get out of hand sometimes."
Kida didn't refuse the contact. "You have a brother? I thought it was just Mairu and Kururi."
"You've never met him before because I've kept him far away from you. He has a bit of a…crush, and he's been attempting to do this for awhile now."
The boy paused, taking in the information. "Is Psyche-san…in love with me? And what did you mean before? You said you were building me up. What does that mean?" he questioned.
"Don't use an honorific with him, and Psyche is not in love with you," he replied pointedly. "It's a minor crush. He'll get over it."
"Ne, don't discard my feelings so coldly. I like Masaomi-kun too," he said, crossing his arms like an upset child. "I wasn't planning to go very far. I know that onii-san would be mad if I did."
Izaya rolled his eyes. He cupped the teen's face and brushed his cheek with his thumb. "Whatever he feels towards you is different than my emotions. I wasn't going to tell you for awhile, but now seems like a good time... Masaomi, I'm—"
"Psyche, why do you have to be so obnoxious? I was trying to sleep, you know." The three males turned around to see another Izaya lookalike stretching and yawning as he walked towards them.
Kida's mouth dropped. How many are there?
"What are still you doing here?" the real Izaya hissed.
The unknown man pushed Izaya aside to stand in front of the confused teen. His eyes were a vibrant red, even more striking than Izaya's ruby irises. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt with crimson fabric lining the unbuttoned v-neck; it had holes, resembling a shoe with laces, but the string was absent. He tilted his head. "And who might you be?" His voice was icy, detached, as if he didn't care about the question he was asking.
"I-I'm Masaomi Kida."
The man's eyes lit up. A smirk the boy knew all too well spread across his face. "So, you're the one that Psyche can't stop rambling about. I don't find many things amusing, but the way these two fight over you is very entertaining. Psyche whines about wanting to meet you, and then Izaya scolds him, insisting that he doesn't share. I'm Hachimenroppi, by the way. I usually just go by Roppi. I'm the oldest. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Kida-kun."
Kida looked to Izaya in disbelief. "H-how many brothers do you have?"
"Just these two," he responded quickly. He shooed Roppi away to return to his spot in front of the boy.
The oldest male cut in. "There are four Orihara brothers. Don't leave out Hibiya. He would be very upset to learn that you disregarded him; you know how he can get."
"Hibiya? Who's that?"
Izaya took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, he looked at his two brothers coldly. "Get out of my apartment. You shouldn't be here, anyway. I told you that we'd meet at Hibiya's tonight."
Roppi walked towards the door, Psyche skipping in front of him. "Won't you bring Masaomi-kun, onii-san? He's so fun!"
"Get out," he repeated.
Psyche protested, wanting to say more, but Roppi dragged him out of the apartment and shut the door.
The informant placed a hand on his forehead, staring out the window. He couldn't believe that his brothers had been so careless. The only ones who knew about them were the Heiwajima brothers. They had never let their secret slip.
Kida seemed to read his thoughts. "Why do you keep them a secret? What's wrong with people knowing that you have brothers?"
"We are all in dangerous lines of business. If clients got an Orihara different from what they expected, bad things could happen. I might as well explain all of it to you, seeing as they won't leave you alone now… You see, we are all nearly exact replicas of each other, though only Hibiya and Roppi have the same mother. We all share a playboy father, from whom we owe our eerily similar appearances to. Hachimenroppi—Roppi—is the oldest. Stay away from him. He is cruel and sadistic, and hates everyone. I'm not even sure if he has a conscience; he uses any means necessary to get what he wants, and he's very good at it. You could easily get caught up in his lies and tricks."
"No offense, but you're kinda sadistic."
"Slightly, yes, but not to his extreme. I'm the second oldest. Then there's Psyche. He's only a few weeks younger than me, but he always acts like a child. He's relatively harmless; he can just get a bit rowdy sometimes—and annoying. My father had two brief affairs, but neither woman wanted me or Psyche, so my father and Roppi's mother took custody, and we fully joined the family. You see, the Oriharas value family above all else, so we never comment on coming from different mothers; as far as everyone is concerned, we are all brothers, and the sons of Hibiya and Roppi's legitimate parents. My mother loves Psyche the most, though he's not biologically her child. I think she just likes him because he's different—kinder than the rest of us. She's not overly fond of me, but she still cares." Izaya sighed. "Then there's Hibiya. He's the youngest, and simply awful. He's incredibly wealthy, and runs a successful company in America, but lives in Japan most of the time. Hibiya likes to think that he's some kind of king, living in a mansion with various servants to order around and girls hanging all over him."
Kida paused for a moment, trying to sort through all of the new information. "You said that they won't leave me alone now. What does that mean?"
When he turned to face the boy, Izaya's face was pale. "They want to share you."
"Share me? In what way?"
"It may be physically, romantically, or both. It depends on who you're with. This has happened before, actually. Psyche fell in love, and Roppi fell in lust. It didn't end well for anyone in that rectangle."
"Rectangle? Didn't they just have the same partner?"
Izaya cleared his throat. "You see, our family is not exactly…normal. We often tolerate things that others would see as unfit, or immoral. We are affectionate on a non-brotherly level. Well, actually, it's just me and Roppi that are like that. Hibiya generally isn't into anyone other than himself, and Psyche is too innocent to really be with anyone."
"I'm not quite sure what you're getting at."
"Roppi and I are intimate, on occasion."
Kida's eyes widened. "Oh…"
The raven moved closer, studying his face. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"Well, you don't have the same mother, and you said that it's only on occasion, so I guess it's not too inappropriate."
The informant's smile was genuine. "I'm glad you feel that way, though I would've stopped at any point if you'd asked."
The teen raised an eyebrow. "Me? Why would my opinion matter?"
"It's because of what I was trying to tell you earlier." He moved closer and touched his face gently. "I'm in love with you, Masaomi," he said softly.
Kida's heart raced. He's in love with me? How is that even possible for Izaya? "Y-you what?"
"Of course, I don't expect you to say it back; not until you sort out your feelings. But… I want us to be together."
"You want to date me?"
"You could put it that way, yes."
"A-are you really Izaya?" he stuttered, not believing the confession. Izaya claimed to love all of humanity, not one in particular.
"Yes."
"How can I know for sure?"
Izaya considered this. "When you were with Psyche, how did you feel?"
"It was…different—not bad, but it wasn't like usual."
The raven smiled. "We've done this so many times that you know my movements. Allow me to prove that I'm the Izaya you know." He leaned in and kissed Kida.
The kiss was natural, as it always was. He pulled the man closer, comforted by the familiarity. Izaya had assured him on numerous occasions that their kissing was strictly platonic. Because of his words, he had grown to enjoy it without feeling embarrassed or awkward. Izaya's lips could relieve his stress—make him forget his worries for awhile. If he was upset, the man knew the words and touches that made him feel better.
Now understanding that it was never really platonic, he tangled his fingers in the raven's hair and kissed him with more ferocity. They'd been passionate and rough before, but never with the urgency that Kida felt now. When Izaya's hands slipped under his shirt to caress his sides, he groaned into his mouth—something that rarely ever happened between them. When it did, it was always Kida, and he felt incredibly embarrassed, while Izaya simply laughed and said that he was cute.
The older male swiftly lifted Kida off of the desk and sat down in his chair, positioning the boy in a straddling position on his lap. He pulled the teen closer and licked his neck. When he bit down, he heard a sharp inhale.
Kida felt a pleasant sucking sensation on his skin and moaned. This was completely new. Sure, Izaya sometimes kissed his neck or jaw, but the sucking was different; it was exciting, sexual—and he loved it. Teeth nibbled on his flesh, which would surely leave a mark, but all he could think of was the intense pleasure coursing through him.
Izaya detached his mouth to remove his and Kida's shirts. He grinded his hips against the blonde's erection and circled a nipple with his tongue.
The teen shivered. "I-Izaya," he gasped. "A-are we going to…"
Ceasing his ministrations, Izaya looked up at him with comforting eyes. "We'll only go as far as you're comfortable with. I won't push you. Though, if we continue in this direction, It will become…painful."
"Is it okay if we stop?" he inquired nervously. Izaya had said that he would respect his wishes, but he felt somewhat guilty for making him stop after the atmosphere had become so heated. "I mean, I don't want to be a tease…" He sat down on the man's thighs—away from his arousal—and bit his lip apprehensively.
The informant kissed his jaw and pulled him into an embrace, stroking his back. He laughed quietly. "You're not a tease, and we don't have to continue. The last thing I want is for you to feel forced into anything. I want to be with you in a way quite similar to how we've been for the past few months. The only difference is that everything I said was platonic will be considered romantic to both of us. I'm sorry for lying about my intentions, but I wanted you to become comfortable around me before I told you my true feelings. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I'm not upset—just surprised. But… I'm not sure how I feel about all of this. I need some time to think about changing our relationship. I enjoy everything that we do, but knowing that it means something changes things."
"I completely understand. You can take as much time as you need to sort out your emotions. In the meantime, we can do whatever you're comfortable with. I just enjoy being with you. Whether we're cuddling, holding hands, or sitting on opposite sides of the couch, I happy to be near you."
Kida pulled away and looked deeply into Izaya's eyes. His demeanor was completely uncharacteristic. For the past few months, the informant was kind and gentle, but he never considered that he would want to be in a relationship. He didn't even know that he could love one human on a level higher than the others. This was a side of the raven that he'd never seen. He was still a manipulative bastard, but he was different when he was around Kida. He smiled faintly. "I didn't know you were tsundere," he mumbled quietly.
Izaya laughed softly. "I suppose. I don't want to play games with you anymore, Masaomi. I love you."
The teen idly twirled the black hair in his fingers. "I think—no, I know… Ugh." He took a shaky breath. "I don't know if I love you, but I want to be with you, in the way that you described. I…want to be in a relationship—a romantic one."
The raven smiled and kissed him. "Well, now that you're committed to me, would you like to have dinner with my family tonight?"
"So soon? We just became a couple."
"I was going to bring you along whether or not this ended with us being together. My brothers will be expecting you. I'm not overly fond of the idea of putting you in a room with all of them, but the alternative is much worse. They'd each track you down and corner you to get whatever they want, especially Roppi. Seriously, don't go near him. Just… Stay by my side tonight, okay?"
The other scenario certainly didn't sound pleasant. "Um… Okay."
Izaya smiled again. "Great. Let's get ready."
