Chapter One: Vampire in Ikebukuro
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, nor do I make any money from my stories.
Summary: A vampire comes into town and is drawn in by our favorite information broker…
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"It's been such a long time since I've ventured into Japan, my dear little Tokyo. How I missed you especially you my beloved Ikebukuro," A deep cultured voice purred.
The voice belonged to male who happened to be standing on the top of Sunshine 60. His black trench coat and his waist-length silken midnight colored hair billowing in the wind behind him.
"Europe has its charm, but there is no place like Japan. Now I wonder what has changed," Sharp golden hawk-like eyes looked down below taking in the sights, but only a few were of interest.
There was the infamous Black Rider, the Dullahan named Celty Sturluson riding on her horse disguised as a motorcycle most likely on a job.
His eyes flashing quickly he saw the Monster of Ikebukuro, Shizuo Heiwajima throw a vending machine at another poor soul who thought it was a good idea to piss him off.
In another flash he locked eyes to a fascinating sight that made his bloodlust reach its peak. He could just taste the scent of misery, defeat, and death in the air.
He saw a rather attractive man dressed in black, wearing a knee-length parka of all things was on a rooftop of a rather tall building with an older man dressed in a ragged business suit.
The parka wearing man's crimson eyes glittered in mischief as the business man looked confused, frightened, and slightly angry as they precariously stood at the edge of the building.
"Ah so this is the infamous information broker Izaya Orihara," The mysterious man murmured before vanish from sight.
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"You knew that it was going to end like this, didn't you? Your business in ruins, your family abandoning you to avoid being put out onto the cold unforgiving streets or killed by the less than legitimate men you borrowed money from."
"Then those men will in turn take whatever is left that you are worth before destroying the rest. There is no silver lining. You have only two choices all that leads to your end, however how you want it to end is your choice," Izaya smirked, his eyes filled with amusement and malice.
"What do you mean?" The business man whimpered gripping his arms as the cold wind blew around them. He shivered not only from the cold winter night, but the icy blood colored gaze that stared back at him, the man before him knew nothing of compassion.
"The shady business men will find you soon enough, they will kill you and it won't be pleasant or quick. However there is the choice of ending it all yourself, swift and much more painless," Izaya said glancing over the edge and down below to the chilling ice frosted covered cement of some dark alleyway.
"You think I should commit suicide? Nakura, are you sure it is the only way!" The business man exclaimed.
"You yourself said as much you desired to disappear, cut all ties to the world to leave all your troubles behind," Izaya said softly, his smooth voice carried in the winds.
"Yes I did say all that," The business man whispered inching closer to the edge looking down. For a moment he felt at peace as if all his problems were gone a sense of euphoria.
"Liberating isn't it?" Izaya purred to the business man who nodded his head, smiled briefly before letting himself free fall below.
All the while Izaya and his unknown spectator watched. The descent was silent as the man did not scream nor cry. All was quiet until the dull thud of the man's body splattering in the alley dead upon impact, blood pooling beneath the man's broken body.
Izaya sighed as he made a mark on the edge of the building before turning to leave, but suddenly he sensed another presence on the roof with him. As soon as he armed himself with his flick-blade Izaya was grabbed and disarmed from behind by our mysterious trench coat wearing man.
"No need for violence my beautiful Raven I saw that lovely display. You are quite the angel of death seeing the hope die in that man's eyes, watching him plummet to his death, the sound of his body breaking, and the smell of his blood being spilled was wonderful. I never thought I would find a human quite like you," He hummed in Izaya's ear.
For the first time since ever Izaya felt these particular two emotions at once he was experiencing fear as the man was very strong. Izaya's struggles did nothing he was not even able to move him a centimeter and he felt lust though he had no idea how this man was making him feel this way.
Maybe it was because he knew his fate was not in his hands anymore, but that should have terrified him not make him hot and bothered as his heart was slamming against his ribcage.
The man's hot breath in his ear caused shivers to go down his spine, the muscular body against his own lithe body made goose bumps to form all over his skin, and the unrelenting grip on him as the man stroked along his body made his pants tighten.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Izaya asked his voice was fortunately steady.
"Maxwell Valentine and it should be quite clear what I want," Maxwell planted soft kisses along the column of Izaya's slender neck making him involuntarily moan.
Izaya was soon spun around to face Maxwell his arms pinned against the man's chiseled chest. Looking up he could see the man clearly and he had to admit he did like what he saw.
Handsome aristocratic features high cheek bones, sharp golden hawk-like eyes, flawless pale skin, strong chin, soft looking lips, and long sleek dark hair that framed around his face then ran down his back.
"Like what you see my Raven? It is alright I am impassioned by what I see as well," Maxwell chuckled deeply pulling Izaya into a deep fervent kiss.
After a moment of hesitation Izaya accepted and returned the kiss quickly noticing the long pointed canines in Maxwell's mouth.
"You're a vampire, seriously?" Izaya raised a brow pulling back from the kiss strangely unafraid earning another chuckle from Maxwell.
Bats suddenly appeared shrieking swirling around them as they vanished from the rooftop before appearing in Izaya's bedroom.
"I'll explain all to you later, now come my dear the bed awaits us," Maxwell said silencing any questions Izaya had by pulling him into another kiss that stole his breath away.
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Sunlight peeked in through dark curtains as Izaya groaned feeling both sore and satisfied. Never had Izaya experienced such agonizing pleasure. He was made to beg and plea for release practically all night before passing out his bedmate chuckling in his ear while embracing him.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Maxwell still asleep, trapping Izaya within the man's strong arms making Izaya feel safe and loved, something he thought he would never feel.
"Awake already I must be losing my touch I did not expect you to rise until noon at least," Maxwell said.
Maxwell's already deep voice was raspy from sleep made Izaya unconsciously shiver in delight as the man's warm breathe washed over the side of his face and into his ear.
"Close enough it's eleven in the morning and I am quite late for work. I usually wake up no matter what at six in the morning information waits for no one," Izaya smirked slowly untangling himself from Maxwell still quite naked from last night's activities.
Inspecting Maxwell's handiwork he saw several bite marks and bruises all over his body, Maxwell was clearly a possessive and passionate lover.
"What a lovely sight to wake up to in the morning, perhaps we should continue in the shower," Maxwell suggested as Izaya only leered back at him beckoning him to join him in the bathroom.
After a couple of rounds in the shower Izaya was dressed and ready to take on the world complete with a "I just had awesome sex last night and awesome morning sex" grin on his face he went downstairs to see Namie already at work.
She was trying to look at anything but her employer it was obvious she heard Izaya and Maxwell in the shower together.
"Izaya I'll come by later to pick you up for dinner. I believe it has been years since I've been in Ikebukuro and I would love a tour of the city from you," Maxwell said as he came down the stairs, walked around Izaya's desk where he sat and kissed the crimson-eyed male breathless.
"Sure, give me your number," Izaya said exchanging phones to put each other phone numbers in. After another sweeter kiss Maxwell was out the door and Izaya sighed happily before placing his reading glasses on and getting to work.
"Okay you're not going to explain what just happened, are you?" Namie asked.
"That was Maxwell Valentine, my new very accomplished lover," Izaya replied. His eyes glazed over from memories of last night and this morning replayed in his head before Namie slammed her hand on his desk to snap him out of it.
"Alright stop! This is getting to be a bit too creepy. You're acting like normal people do when they're in love with someone… Wait a second… Oh my god you are in love!" Namie shouted looking very afraid as if the apocalypse was about to take place.
"He's incredibly good-looking, wealthy and successful from what I just looked up about him. The sex is amazing, what's not to love about him?" Izaya said listing off Maxwell's good points off his fingers.
Namie saw Maxwell's information on Izaya's computer screen and rolled her eyes, of course Izaya would do a background check he's as paranoid as they come at times.
"You're not denying it?" Namie gaped at Izaya who looked a bit bored with the conversation.
"No why be in denial besides he knows about my extracurricular activities and isn't repulsed by them in fact he found it quite hot," Izaya chuckled as Namie looked a bit ill.
"So he's a psychopath as well, great…" Namie sighed.
"I prefer the term sociopath thank you very much," Izaya said actually looking quite indignant at the remark, pouting a bit as he folded his arms.
"Why do I even bother?" Namie shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head as she went back to work trying to ignore the love-struck look on Izaya's face as he would giggle to himself at random.
However that was something he usually did for the most part during work except now he had a more normal reason to do so that somehow made Namie even more uncomfortable.
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"So where would you like to go my Raven, I'm sure you're quite hungry," Maxwell smiled down at Izaya.
The shorter male leaned against Maxwell hugging the man's arm tightly towards him, which made people give the couple shocked looks Izaya Orihara was not one for relationships or public displays of affection.
"Russia Sushi of course! They have the best Ootoro in the city," Izaya replied. They walked a leisurely pace only for Maxwell to stop suddenly pulling Izaya behind him before catching a vending machine that was aimed for Izaya and setting it down on the ground with no effort.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Shizuo growled though he was a bit shocked to see someone other than himself and Simon with the strength to catch a vending machine in mid-air.
"I couldn't very well allow any harm to come to Izaya," Maxwell replied, his eyes glinted with a cold fury that made Shizuo feel something he never had before, fear.
"Why do you care about the louse?" Shizuo asked regaining his composure. His question earned a venomous glare from Maxwell that made Shizuo once again feel uneasy. The blond knew something was not right with this guy.
"My Raven is nothing like the parasite you call him. If you cannot see how exquisite Izaya truly is then you are blind," Maxwell scowled.
"Don't mind Shizu-chan he's always like this," Izaya said surprisingly trying to calm Maxwell down instead of further instigate a fight.
"Look Shizu-chan I'm on a date so can we reschedule?" Izaya said to Shizuo who looked at Izaya and Maxwell in complete disbelief.
Izaya always claimed to be above such nonsense as sexuality due to his love of humans so what made this guy so special that we would go out on a date with him.
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I'll add more later if I choose to continue this story...