Note: This was planned as a one shot. I'm turning it into something a bit more longterm now, so the smut has been put off. It is not in this chapter, but don't worry, it's coming.

Title: Inexperienced

Pairing: ShizuoxIzaya

Rated: M for sexual themes and content.

Warning: This a a yaoi fic, don't flame. I basically already warned you of the content with the rating, but this is boyxboy love. If you don't like it don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara. It wouldn't be as good if I did.

Shizuo would never bet against Masaomi Kida ever again. About a week previous, He had lost a bet to Kida, and now he was paying for it. Kida had chosen to force Shizuo into a gay club, in which he had to stay for the rest of the evening. To top it all off, Kida had left him there alone, much to Shizuo's discomfort. Shizuo was now sitting at a table off to the side of the club awkwardly, not quite sure what to do.

At age 22, Shizuo was a complete virgin, not having done anything sexual with a male or female. He let it slip to Kida once that he was gay, and apparently Kida had not forgotten. Maybe it was the fact that Shizuo never went on dates that caused Kida to choose this as his punishment, considering his parting words were, "I wish you luck. Enjoy!"

Due to his inexperience, Shizuo hadn't the slightest clue what he should be doing now that he was at this club, but one look at the men grinding against each other to the loud, crappy music that was playing made him sure he wouldn't be doing that. Instead, he let his eyes wander around the club. There were others like him, standing or sitting off to the side awkwardly, a few of whom returned his look hopefully. Shizuo didn't acknowledge any of them however, in the end choosing to look down at his table.

Since he was no longer paying attention, Shizuo had unknowingly made himself a target. A raven-haired man walked over to Shizuo's table and greeted him casually. "Hey cutie, can I buy you a drink?" The man asked. Normally Shizuo would've shot down a pickup line like that in a heartbeat, and maybe even deck whoever said it in the face as well. However, tonight he was determined to play nice and decided to at least look at this guy.

He was tall, not as tall as Shizuo, but he still had some height on him. He had inky black hair that complimented his pale skin. He was generally attractive, a smirk adorning his face as he looked at the blond. In the end, Shizuo nodded in consent. "What kind of drink would you prefer?" The man asked. It was a seemingly innocent question, but Shizuo could hear his voice was laced with an attitude one could only identify as 'flirty'.

He looked up at the man, seemingly unfazed by his advances. "Uh...something sweet," he said. The dark-haired male left, heading for the bar area. Shizuo sighed. This was what he was here for he supposed, though technically he was here because of a bet, but still. Moments later, a colourful beverage in a Martini glass was placed in front of him.

"There you are, that should be to your liking," The man said. He sat down opposite Shizuo at the table, a drink of his own in his hand. It was darker, just a solid amber colour. "So...What's your name then?" the stranger asked, sipping his drink.

"Heiwajima. Heiwajima Shizuo," Shizuo introduced himself, his eyes travelling from the man in front of him to the drink he was given. Eventually he decided it was safe to taste it, and took a small sip. The fruity flavour was like heaven to his tongue, the liquid bringing the pleasant burn to his throat that alcohol always served. He smiled a little at the taste, something that did not go unnoticed by the stranger across from him.

"You like it?" the man asked with a smirk, as if he already knew the answer to that question and was simply asking to gloat.

"It's...not bad," was what Shizuo said, but his mind and mouth were in agreement that this was a very, very good drink and he wanted more. His actions spoke for themselves however, as he started drinking it at a quicker pace, eventually downing it as if it was nothing. "What's yours?" He asked.

"Whiskey with a splash of vodka," The man replied casually. He drank some more of it, watching Shizuo drain his glass. "I'll get you some more...Shizu-chan," The raven said as he got up, going back to the bar. Shizuo was caught off-guard by both the nickname and the familiarity with which it was used. He didn't particularly like the nickname, but he wasn't given time to say so before the stranger got up.

Again, a colourful drink was placed in front of Shizuo. "So Shizu-chan, what do you do? As a job anyway," The man asked, adding a little innuendo in his tone.

"Debt collector," Shizuo responded evenly, though the hidden message that was woven into the question was not lost on him.

"Oh? That's interesting," The man responded, sounding genuinely intrigued. The small talk continued, centered mainly on Shizuo and his life. By this point, Shizuo had really loosened up and was starting to enjoy this guy's company, though he still hadn't learned his name. It seemed to Shizuo that very little time had passed when the raven-haired man finally stood up. It was later into the evening now, though the population in the club hadn't decreased any.

"Well, it's about time for me to go. See you around Shizu-chan," The man said, giving a small wave to Shizuo before departing from the table into a different part of the club.

Shizuo looked at his watch. Time had indeed flown by faster than he had originally thought possible. And the most shocking news of all was that he had actually had a good time. He didn't think anything good could come out of visiting this place because of the bet, but now he found himself rather pleased that he had.

Of course now, Shizuo was free to go, and since he was no longer talking to his untitled companion, he figured it was about time to take his leave. He left the club, but had one thought on his mind as he walked back to his flat. A thought that would've surprised him had it been present in his mind at the beginning of that night. The man had said 'See you around.' And now Shizuo was determined to prove that assumption right. Meaning, he was going back to that club. And that decision was just the beginning of the changes coming to Shizuo's life.

When he arrived at home, he made himself something to eat and watched a bit of television before heading off to bed. His cell phone, which he hadn't taken with him was sitting on his bedside table, blinking with new texts. The latest one which had come in not 10 minutes previous, was from Kida. He'd obviously assumed that Shizuo would have run out in a hurry as soon as he could.

[So? How was it? Did you have fun? Get lucky?]

Shizuo stared at Kida's bluntly worded text. So that confirmed why he wanted to send Shizuo to the club, then. Just looking at the message, Shizuo made a conscious decision not to tell Kida that he had actually enjoyed himself, met someone, and definitely not that he was planning to go again. Instead, he just outright lied.

[I can't believe you made me do that. I couldn't stand that place.]

Shizuo sent his response, feeling a little guilty about lying, but not guilty enough to tell the truth. He put the phone down and laid on his bed, his thoughts back on the man he had met. As the two of them had talked, the nameless stranger had proven himself to be funny, interesting, flirtatious, and, as even Shizuo would admit a little sexy. Shizuo wasn't really sure what this meant, as he had never really been attracted to someone before, but he knew he wanted to see that smirking face again.

Shizuo smiled as he fell asleep, dreaming pleasant fantasies like a schoolgirl with a crush.

A/N

Okay, so this was originally meant to be a oneshot, but then I got all these new ideas for how this could go, so I decided I might stretch it out. Review please, let me know if I should keep going, any changes I should make to this one, etc. Basically, let me know if you like it! If you do there is more to come!