Disclaimer: TamaCee is far too much of a scaredy-cat to try and claim ownership over the characters of Durarara.
This is a game.
A dangerous game that we both walk. Kill or be killed, the adrenaline rush, the heat, those teasing touches played in between. Those tiny brushes that lead up to more heated contact.
It's your play Shizuo-kun. Make your move.
Angry lips descend, hands reach unconsciously into the other mans hair, pulling each other painfully close.
Fierce bites and shivering breaths.
You always play to win Shizuo-kun. But you can't win here if you don't understand the game.
The first one to mistake this for love loses. And I'm certainly not going to lose.
A little bit of dark that I had to write, since Izaya loves to manipulate people. Its a prologue. Maybe? I don't know. I'd like it to be. -laughs-
I'll post the first full chapter when it is typed :]