Prompt from the Durarara! Kinkmeme
In some point of their fighting, Shizuo accidentally notices Izaya's skin smells very, verysweet. And he looooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooo
oooovvvvvvvvvvvvvessssssssss s them sweets. So after a while he becomes obsessed with it until one day, he decides to lick it to prove to himself that he's just hallucinating and Izaya (who always smelled like trash) hasn't become some kind of human size lollipop, but once he does he can't get enough~
SMUT IS MANDATORY
BONUS:
-If Izaya's sweat and/or cum tastes like something sweet (vanilla, coconut? you choose the flavor~)
-If Izaya had been trying to hide his own smell for years, but the reason it's now noticeable is that the cologne, treatment, pill, whichever thing he used to cover his smell suddenly became discontinued
Wisps of smoke floated above Shizuo's blond head, as he and his old friend and employer, Tom, waited for the light to turn green.
It was a very hot day, one of those days you could smell the streets' tar in the air, and the many cars' exhaust fumes became almost suffocating, combined with the stench coming from the sewers.
Still, Shizuo wasn't as disgusted by the smell, as the hundreds of people wearing masks to avoid having to smell the air, because as long as the stench of the flea was absent, almost everything smelled great to the smoker.
"How about we call it a day, after we visit this next guy. I think I've been out in the sun for too long." Tom said, his face very red, as he tried to shield his head from the sun, by standing in Shizuo's shadow.
"Yeah." The blond grunted, his reply barely audible over the sound of howling engines, and screeching brakes.
They crossed the street and entered a dull, concrete building, ascending the stairs, while Tom wheezed and complained about exercise induced asthma.
They reached the third floor and knocked on the second door to the left. As expected, no one answered.
"Nakamura-san!" Tom shouted, out of breath still, while Shizuo tried hard not to break the door down with his constant knocking.
"Nakamura-san, open up, we need to talk to you." Tom said patiently, while Shizuo closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Fucking debtors always pretending not to be home.
"Tom-san-" Shizuo began, without even having to finish the sentence. Tom nodded and pushed his glasses up the sweaty bridge of his nose, while he took a few steps back.
Shizuo promptly gave the wodden door a sharp kick that sent it flying inwards into the apartment's shabby hallway.
He stomped inside threateningly, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, as he heard a scared whimper coming from a dark corner of the room.
An elderly man was curled up there, shielding his head, as Shizuo approached like a predator.
"Please, please, I'll pay you back. I promise. Once my new brand of deodorants becomes a success I'll pay you back! Just please don't hurt me!" The man begged, while a slightly irritated Tom followed Shizuo inside, coughing at the dusty air invading his nose.
"That's what you told us last time, Nakamura-san." Tom muttered, looking around the room, before his gaze settled on the man. "It's been over 6 months, and we have yet to see a penny."
"I'm sorry. I had some problems marketing my product, but the drugstore across the street promised to sell my new collection of body wash, deodorant and perfume in a few weeks." The man was standing up slowly, under Shizuo's glowering gaze.
"I can give you the 100 bucks I got from a costumer yesterday." He produced a few clean, neatly stacked bank notes.
Shizuo took them and held them against the small amount of light that made it through the half closed blinds, to make sure they weren't fake.
As he held them close to his face to search for the watermark, he smelled a strange, but absolutely pleasant odor emitting from the bills.
A mixture between the smell of orange blossoms and something he recognized as vanilla. There was another, delicious smell mixed in, but he couldn't tell what exactly it was. Just that it made his whole body buzz with pleasant vibrations.
"Are they real, Shizuo?" Tom asked, noticing his bodyguard's lack of movement.
"Uh, yeah." The blond said absent mindedly, reluctantly lowering the bills and feeling the smell slowly ebb away, which immediately filled him with regret.
If this was what that man's deodorant smelled like, then dammit, he would buy every last bottle this man had to offer and soak his pillow, in fact his entire bed, and couch, and clothing with it. He had never smelled anything so mouth wateringly good before.
"D'you have a sample of that deodorant you're creating?" Shizuo asked, surprising himself and the two other men in the room.
"Yeah, I do actually." The man said, while his face lit up, at the possibility of selling something. He walked towards a very old and dusty cupboard and took out a transparent glass vial.
The he pulled out a tissue and let three drops of the liquid soak into it, before expertly waving it through the air, and handing it to Shizuo.