A/N: Yo! See me, huh you see me? Wait let me get the lights. .:: flick's on the stage lights::. There we go! Welcome to White lies, were we dig down deep and feel the heat of passionate love gone wrong, and made so right.
If your unfamiliar with durarara go watch it, we'll wait.
.:: patience dwindles::. Alright so we can't wait but here's the rules,
This is a durarara! Fic, It is Shizaya and a collaboration with Seliphra, if you haven't read her work visit her page and check out some of her stories. They are good.
Another note, I will not be tolerable of any flaming, all negative reviews will be removed from my page, and please do not point out the obvious mistakes, or grammar issues. I am obviousely aware of them if you are pointing them out, I will eventually go back and edit them.
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Last but not least:
So I apologize to all who've read this, I realized after a breif read through, I completely missed half the sex scene! but I've fixed that now, I will also be uploading chapter 2 soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the durarara! Characters, names, or creation of the show/manga. All rights belong respectfully to their proper owners.
White Lies
He wasn't sure exactly, how he'd gotten into this situation as he sank down into the plush red couch. The room was quiet for sure minus the slight thumping of the strip clubs music coming through the wall. He'd been asked at some point by Kyouhei and Walker to go to the strip club, just for a few drinks and what not. Shizuo was not one to watch women degrade themselves but he'd been curious and came. Though a few drinks in he'd begun to lose sight of what was happening and someone had told him...someone had paid for a private strip for him. Figuring it was Kyouhei or Walker he couldn't refuse and now he was here...staring at the silver stripper pole. There were also a tray of several drinks and bottles of beer and cocktails. "What is happening?" he grunted rubbing the bridge of his nose as the pink party light illuminated the room.
Izaya gulped a little, peeking into the room... but drunk like this he prayed Shizuo wouldn't know... wouldn't recognise who he was. He wore very different clothing now too, a much looser shirt and of all things... a skirt, a very tiny leather white skirt in fact, though the shirt was his usual black. Much looser, certainly, enough he needed a strap to keep it on his shoulders at all, but it looked good and he knew it. Finally he moved out, keeping his face pointedly turned away from Shizuo as the music started playing. His hips rolled with it only when he reached the pole, one hand casually moving up as he let himself lose his senses in the music, his body starting to move of its own accord, lifting, spinning, stretching and twirling, using that pole better than most of the strippers in the club did. He became so lost in the music, in the dance, that he forgot Shizuo was even there until he looked and then a pinkish tint crept over his cheeks as he realized he was dancing like this... for Shizuo Heiwajima.
Shizuo's vision was blurred enough by the alcohol that looking at Izaya he only saw a sexy fucking stripper. One with legs that looked like they could make a god drool and he wanted those clothes to come off, his own pants beginning to tighten painfully.
He twirled lightly now, almost giddy with delight that the man before him was so obviously enjoying the performance. He started playing with the clothing now lightly, teasing Shizuo with it, a coy smile decorating his lips as he moved, but nothing came off. He was scared... even drunk if Shizuo preferred women there was never any hope for him... and never had been.
"More" was the breathy demand that left his lips before his brain could even register words. "More damn it" he hissed wanting nothing more just to get off while watching this person. Oh yes if Shizuo Heiwajima knew it was Izaya making him feel this way heads would definitely roll but right now his drunken mind say screw caution and screw Izaya. He'd enjoy himself and unwind for once...though he wasn't as far from the 'screwing Izaya Orihara ' part as he thought.
Izaya grinned at that, more huh~? The shirt came off first, slowly and as playfully as he could manage it and turned, hips rolling again with the steady beat of the music, still dancing as his shirt found its way into Shizuo's lap. Izaya had very good aim, even while stripping and pole dancing. Now though he hooked one of those long, slender -and thanks to the high heels he wore well shaped- legs around the pole, leaning into it and then turning so he hung off it in a blatant display of flexibility.
He gripped that shirt and could smell the scent on it...clearly a perfume and damn it smelt good. He wanted to touch him and it was making him restless...could he get sued for touching a stripper sexually?
If Izaya were a stripper at the club? Then yes, yes he could. Worse in fact, if the stripper laid charges for assault but then Izaya wasn't working for the club. In fact he had lied and paid out to be allowed this much. He had told them this was his significant other he wanted to perform for. Izaya pulled himself up now and stalked towards Shizuo now, then climbed right into Shizuo's lap and pressed their lips together.
The sensation pushed Shizuo over that final edge and his hands came up Cupping Izaya around the neck as he deepened the kiss pushing his tongue past their lips to deepen it. His hips unconsciously rolling to let this person know he was aroused because of them. Izaya moaned hungrily... so this was what Shizuo tasted like... it was Smokey but he didn't mind it too much. Right now he also tasted of alcohol too, and he trembled lightly now, pressing his hips down into the other and grinding against Shizuo to signal he didn't mind what Shizuo did to him. So long as he did it to him.
He growled and brought his hands down to grab his ass and broke the kiss to bite and suck at his neck with favor.
"Nn~!" He gasped, not daring to speak in case Shizuo recognised his voice. He rolled his hips again though, the skirt rising up more now to reveal very tiny and easily ripped panties. He'd needed them in order to keep certain parts of his anatomy from simply dangling in the open.
He slid his hand up those silky smooth and pale creamy thighs and turned their positions pushing Izaya down he began to trail kisses from his neck to his chest,
"Ahh~" Another light moan escaped him but he had never been touched by anyone like this before now either. He had decided a long time ago Shizuo would take his first time... even if it wasn't a mutual thing. He only wanted this one... only ever him. He pressed his hips into Shizuo's eagerly now, a low whine escaping him.
"Impatient" he mumbled and he gripped that leather skirt...and
RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
tore it right off.
Not that Izaya minded this. He had bought this skirt for one purpose only and that purpose had been filled.
Izaya managed to find one of Shizuo's hands now with his own, bringing it to the strap on the thong he wore to signal silently that he wanted Shizuo to rip that off too before hurriedly opening the others pants to make him at least a little more comfortable.
He sprung free without a moment's hesitation and he leaned down and bit the strap and tore it with his teeth and proceeded to lick his way up.
"Nn~! A-ah!" More sounds escaped him now, his body trembling lightly. This wasn't a dream... he was finally going to have Shizuo for once though he thought Shizuo would likely be rough... and maybe that would be unpleasant this being his first time and all...
He bit him. Then in his haze took Izaya in his mouth, man or woman he didn't care as long as he got laid.
"Ngh... HAAAH~!" Oh that... that felt heavenly~! He wanted more now, but he was nervous too and when he curled up to watch what Shizuo did, the back of his left hand pressed against his own mouth to stop himself getting too loud and his cheeks were tinted a deep pink.
He licked up the underside and then stopped sucking his own fingers he searched for an entrance eventually finding one and slid his fingers in going back to sucking.
"Ngh! Ah!" Two fingers to start was a lot for a virgin, but he bit back the protest he would have normally given and he relaxed steadily around the fingers inside of him. Izaya made a mental note to pay the damages to the room later now seeing as he was going to be messing up their couch at this rate.
He stretched him quickly without mercy and nipped at the straining cock. He was so intoxicated that he couldn't think too straight and he moved pulling away sitting up he presented his weeping erection to Izaya, "Suck"Izaya didn't hesitate, taking the organ in his mouth eagerly before sucking hard on it, tongue swirling to taste every inch of its surface as though it were the finest treat he could hope for, humming in delight to send vibrations into the sensitive flesh.
He gripped Izaya's hair a grunt leaving him and pushed trying to force more into his mouth not satisfied quite yet. "Damn..." he panted his breath coming in short quick motions.
"Ngh!" He grunted, wincing a little, unable to pull away but not able to fit anymore into his mouth either. It was a bit like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, if one could excuse the terrible pun too. One hand came up trying to keep Shizuo from bucking the other hand now being used to run along the shaft and keep him satisfied.
He stopped and frowned but he couldn't hurt the stripper though they did seem to like it rough. He relented however when the sensation to trying to be stopped pressed against his hip he slowed and stopped thrusting a breathy groan escaping his lips. "Mmmn...damn it..." he reached his hand down and began to stretch him again.
Izaya's moans vibrated right into Shizuo's erection, his mouth and hands working together to try and give the other as much pleasure as he could.
"Nmm~! Mmm!" He moaned, already wanting so much more than this.
He pulled him up when he figured Izaya was ready and lifted both his legs hooking them over his shoulders and began to push into him, as he leaned forward catching his lips in a heated kiss.
Izaya gave a whine but he made no argument either despite the fact that it hurt. He didn't mind terribly so long as it didn't hurt the whole time.
Shizuo was soon sheathed completely inside of Izaya a grunt escaping him. damn they were so tight. His brain was clouded and he couldn't think too straight anymore the heat, the sensations, those kisses ugh he just he wanted more. He grabbed the back of the couch as he began to thrust slowly at first to find a rhythm.
Ah! That really hurt... Izaya wasn't so sure he liked it rough, oh no, he did not... still, he wanted this with Shizuo and he made no complaints, quietly accepting whatever Shizuo decided to do.
When Shizuo realized the person he was with wasn't making a sound he stopped...confused trying to gather what was going on and realized he wasn't focusing on their pleasure and he growled and began to thrust again looking for their sweet spot.
When he found it Izaya's moan was softer than it should be, but for all Shizuo knew he was just quiet in bed too. He bucked his hips lightly and gripped at the others back; scratching lightly since Shizuo seemed to like it rough and he needed to give Shizuo a signal of some kind that he enjoyed this... even if he would prefer less rough treatment.
Shizuo grunted not because of being scratched but because Izaya had tightened around him and he began to thrust with a little more fervor, "damn it..."
"Ngh! Ah!" His spine arched a little, hips rolling to plead for more from the other, more pleasure, not more pain.
He hit that spot again and he gripped the back of the couch more and it began to crack under the pressure.
Izaya became slightly nervous now, remembering Shizuo's massive strength and hoping he didn't wind up with a broken bone... even if he did he didn't care because Shizuo was his... right now Shizuo was all his...
Shizuo grunted and shifted moving to try and turn Izaya and when he didn't turn he grabbed his arm and yanked.
Izaya groaned and whimpered when he heard his arm crack, but it wasn't loud... the pain was really something though... even now he said nothing. He could go to a hospital later; he wanted this... he had to keep reminding himself of that though now.
He managed to face Izaya the way he wanted and continued to thrust and stroke Izaya's erection.
It gave him enough to keep him hard and eventually he came but if anything it made the pain that much worse. He held back the display of pain though.
Shizuo came too deep inside Izaya's body. He didn't stop there though as he brought Izaya to climax several more times, himself as well before coming spent...the room fairly broken but izaya was broken as well.
His arm was turning purple... damn... his whole body hurt and Shizuo looked like he was passed out now. Thank God for that... Izaya managed to limp out and pull his clothing on while Shizuo was out cold before writing a cheque for the damage and calling a cab to get him to a hospital.
YukirinSnow: So, first chapter went nicely
Izaya: you call that nice! I'm broken
Shizuo: improvement
Izaya: Shizuo you monster
Seliphra: I think it's progressing rather nicely…
Yukirin: I think so too, READ AND REVIEW MY LOVELIES!