Hello~ It's been a long time since I've written any work on here... But I have been very busy with the last days of my Senior year in Highschool and now getting ready for College... But now I'm back and going to work on a Durarara! Shizaya fanfiction. *loves* As for the Air Hearts series, there will be a sequel.

Also: Looking for a beta. Volunteers welcome. As well, I'm on deviantart at Guilt-Na-Zan. You are welcome to say hello and see art of the OC's I will throw in this story. Besides, other than college I'll be working on getting my drivers license and as well playing Persona 3 Portable. Minaaatoo~ HNNGN.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, besides Asura 'Seth' Heiwajima. And the other nine kids they might have... Ranhi and Kite belong to my waifu *loves on forever*

Warnings: There will be M-Preg. Yaoi. Violence. Foul language. AU universe.(possible)

MikadoxKida/KidaxMikado. ShinraxCelty.

You HAVE been warned dears.

-o3o-

Izaya Orihara was estastic. He was giddy. He was full of rush.

His insane laughter filled the streets of Ikebukuro as he ran quickly, avoiding the vending machine that was thrown after him. He side-stepped quickly to the side, on his tip-toes as he watched the machine collide with an unfortunate building not too far from him. Clapping his hands rather excitedly, his crimson orbs glided over to his sights on the one who threw the machine at him.

"Izayaaaaaaa-kuuuuun."

The person who called his name in such a deadly song caused Izaya to hum happily as he tilted his head to the side. His heart's beat quickened even more as the dark haired informant watched as the blonde debt collector stalked towards him, those chocolate brown opitcals glaring at him from behind those sunglasses. The usual grin was plastered on his face and the Orihara had no doubt that there happened to be only one word playing through on the brutes mind: Kill.

"Ah, Shizu-chan~! Slow as always!" he teased rather happily as he turned heel and started running off again. His footsteps echoed loudly as people moved out of the way to avoid getting in the way with the two strongest forces on the streets. The one named 'Shizu-chan' growled and plucked off a street sign with ease, its metal creaking in agony from being pulled out of its spot. The bartender ran after the dark haired pale man as he pulled back his arm, which the hand that gripped the street sign. Like a bow and arrow, he then flung the object after Izaya in such amazing speed. Speed that a human being would never believe.

With a small gasp of excitement, Izaya dropped to the concrete ground, his hands however catching himself from falling flat on his face. The street sign whizzed past him from above, and he grinned in relief.

"Izayaaaaaa!"

With a meep of surprise, his hair had been grabbed by rough fingers and his crimson orbs rolled back to see Shizuo behind him. A large and twisted grin curved on his face as he was being pulled closer to the one he was running from. The blonde smirked at him, and their faces were inches apart from another.

Breaths mingled and eyes locked with one another.

"Shizu-chaaaan...~" the dark haired informant sang softly , just loud enough for the other to hear. However he let out a small gasp of pain as a fist connected with his chest, causing his hands to quickly grab on the closest thing to him: Shizuo Heiwajima's arms. The silky material of his white sleeves burned underneath his fingertips, but he gritted his teeth in slight pain.

Though the punch wasn't as hard as it normally would have been.

"Who do you think you are? I told you to STAY home." Shizuo's voice came into a low growl. Izaya smiled, breathless.

The people in the streets didn't pay any attention to them as they stood there, completely engrossed with each other. People were just assuming that the two were trying to kill each other again as daily routines go. They were dead wrong.

"Aw, but Shizu-chaaaan...~ Its boring at home! Really, really boring! I was only to go visit Namie and then get my laptop!" whined the dark haired informant, and Shizuo growled as his other hand reached up to Izaya's throat, long fingers wrapping around it. This caused Izaya to tremble happily at the touch.

A grin reached the informants face as he heard Shizuo's reply.

"Fuck at that, Izaya. You said you were pregnant, and you're lucky that I didn't punch you in the fuck'n stomach."

There was truth behind that. Izaya DID tell Shizuo he was pregnant (just don't ask how, but it happened. It scared the hell out of Izaya at first, but welcomed the thought of having a child. Shizou however, freaked out and had a long rant on how this defied the laws of nature.), but he was also grateful that his stomach wasn't punched.

"Awwwww... But I don't want you to get my stuff! And I DON'T want you to meet Namie-chan." Izaya pouted, even though there was a bit of possessive-ness in his voice. Even if that woman that worked under him happened to be in love with her brother (Lets all do three cheers for incest love), he was still a bit cautious of having her meet Shizuo. Shizuo and Namie would have either be the best of friends, or just tried to kill another. Shizuo with his brute force, and that woman with poison or whatever.

Shizuo rolled his eyes as he heard Izaya's reasoning in this. "All because of that woman you don't want me to meet? Jealous much..." he said in a gruff voice as he lowered Izaya onto his feet. The informant however stared at the debt collector with glazed eyes. His reasoning was all too logical, and because of him being somewhat of a wife to the bartender, he had every reason to be cautious. So what if they were both men?

More importantly, how did it come to this? The two rivals and as well, enemies finally together and possibly having a child? Obviously something important had happened, and thankfully the world didn't come to an end. Hell did not freeze over!

It was very simple, Izaya had thought to himself as he ran fingers down the material that was covering his lovers chest. Yes, Izaya loved all humans. He adored them, that he would even caused them pain. He would frame others just to see what they would do. Yes, yes, humans were interesting specimen... Even if he happened to be human himself. So, how did someone like Shizou Heiwajima catch his heart?

The monsterous brute had been his object of hate. He was so unpredictable that he often grew fustrated with the blonde everytime he laid his eyes on him. He would come and pick fights with him, and even framed him so terribly that he would do it over and over again.

Then... There was something else. This feeling of hate had another emotion warped around it. He didn't want to notice it. He didn't even want to accept its existence. It was just merely there, nagging at him until he learned to get over it.

But he couldn't get over it. It happened when Shizuo had went out on vacation with Tom and few other highschool friends (Shinra and Celty included). No, Izaya wasn't invited at all, and he didn't really mind, yet that constant hurt in his own heart made him believe that it wasn't because they thought of him. Until later that it was proved they were considering they were... Shizuo said that he would not join them if the informant came.

More hurt.

This hurt that Izaya beared wasn't welcome. He hated it.

He began to complain to Namie (the poor woman) that they didn't even invite him. That HIS Shizu-chan was there, and he was not. It came to the fact that every night... He would have his thoughts on the blonde. It ate at him.

"Oi, Izaya. You're spacing out." Shizuo's gruff voice muttered in his ear, and the dark haired informant looked up. Indeed he had been lost in his thoughts, but he didn't realize it was for so long. "Eh, sorry Shizu-chaaaan~" he apologized in his usual sing-song voice, and he looked around. Somehow his surroundings changed and he was in their house, sitting on one of their sofas.

How in the world did they get here?

Izaya gave Shizuo a questioning look, before he pulled off his shoes since he decided he didn't really need them on at home. "You spaced out so much, I thought you, uh..." not even bothering to finish his sentence, the eldest Heiwajima just shrugged. Slightly irritated that his lover won't finish his sentence, Izaya already figured out what happened.

Sometimes, just sometimes Izaya wished he didn't space out so much. Even in the middle of the street.

"Neh, I'm hungry, Shizu-chaaan... Make me food." he whined as he wrapped his arms around the debt collectors waist. With a soft grunt, the debt collector pulled out his package of cancer sticks, causing the informant to wince. Now, Shizuo knew that Izaya HATED it when he smoked.

Crimson eyes narrowed dangerously.

He better not smoke in this house. Shizuo knew the rule.

Noticing this, Shizuo couldn't help but smirk as he tossed the small pack on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"I wasn't going to smoke, y'know." he grumbled and Izaya let out a sigh of relief. "Good. So, how about my foood~?" he sang in the blonde's ear. With a slight twitch, the man grumbled something and Izaya tilted his head.

"What did you say, Shizu-chan~?" he feigned innocence, but he blinked as something was shoved in his face.

"Neh?" pulling back, he realized it was his laptop case that Shizuo shoved to him ever so nicely. He took it, and almost groaned as he fell to the floor. Inside of it was his laptop, and he hadn't expected it to be in there.

"You said you wanted it, right? So there." Shizuo didn't bother to explain, and that simple sentence just told Izaya everything. With a grin, Izaya placed the laptop case on the coffee table and flung himself to his loving (in his own special way) husband. Izaya enjoyed the warmth so much, that he even settled himself in Shizuo's lap.

"Aw, still sweet, huh Shizu-chaaan?" he grinned rather happily, placing a small kiss on the bartenders neck. "Don't push it, babe..." a low growl echoed in Shizuo's throat, one of his hands having slipped under Izaya's shirt, and stroking his slight bulge of a stomach. A strange feeling coursed through Izaya's being, a small spark that had awakened. That area.

That's where life will be held for nine months if he did truly carry a child inside of him.

He will protect that life. Shizuo will help him do that.

We all know Izaya would screw something up amongst his fun, and it would deal worse for his unborn child.

"Neh, Shizuo..." a sudden whine escaped the informants lips, and the blondes eyes flickered towards his wife's face. There he saw a sudden facial expression he knew so much, and it was confirmed when the petite man began to grind against him, obviously wanting Shizuo to fuck him then and there.

It wouldn't harm the baby, the doctors had told them. Just as long as they were careful.

"Fuck, Izaya.. What suddenly got you so horny?" Shizuo asked as he unzipped Izaya's pants (which Izaya happened to do the same for him as well). "You did, Shizu-chan~ You... Always make me so god-damned horny...~" a small smile curved his lips as his fingers wrapped around the large and throbbing cock that Shizuo possessed. Oh how it looked so tasty.

Shizuo didn't reply, nor did he have to. Izaya knew that he as well was turned on from Izaya's body, and thats often the reason why he ravished the informant. Don't get them wrong, their relationship isn't purely based on physical terms. That would just be plain stupid.

The fingers around his cock caused it to enlarge just a bit larger, causing Izaya to gasp happily. "Suck me off first, and then we'll do it." Shizuo ordered in a gruff voice, and Izaya obliged rather quickly. He slid off the bartenders lap, and placed his knees on the wooden floor. With Shizuo's large cock in his hands, he leaned forward and licked at the tip of the head, causing the blonde to hiss slightly.

Feeling himself being turned on by his lovers cock itself, he engulfed it with his warm and moist mouth, causing Shizuo to let out a throaty groan. The informant began to bob his head back and forth, his eyes closed. His saliva began to coat the delicious dick that was in his throat, and with one of his hands he began reach down and stroke himself, not surprised to find pre-cum already dripping from the tip.

The night, however, became a rather loud one.

-o3o-

Sorry for the lame cliffhanger ;A; I just... Didn't have the creative mind to write a decent yaoi there. But here we go... My first ever Shizaya/Durarara! fanfic ever. I'm not sure if I'm proud of this, nor am I ashamed by it. Normally I'm not, since I am satisfied if I type a long enough chapter. I don't think this is rather OOC, but there will be some.

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Yes, I am planning to make this a multi-chaptered fanfic... But I will go along with ideas you throw in here. No, this isn't the greatest starter for a fanfic, but it will get us somewhere. There is a plot involved... But I'm a douche to reveal it so later on. This might become AU... We'll see.

P.S... This is longer than I would normally write... I think xD