Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara. It belongs to Ryohgo Narita and Nintendo. I don't win any money with this, and it's just for fun. Enjoy~

Summary (which resumes the main prompt of the kink): Shizuo is a well-known magician. Shiki invites his informant, Izaya, to one of his shows. At first, Izaya isn't that convinced about it, feeling hate towards the magician. But after watching the show he gets impressed by his tricks. Of course, he demands to know how Shizuo does it, and then, his feelings towards him start to change. What will happen?

Izaya sure felt a lot better the next morning when he woke up. He felt on top of the world, like if he could do anything he wanted. He nearly forgot about his job, until he heard someone opening his apartment door. The only one who owned a spare copy of his keys was his secretary. His thoughts were proven to be right when he heard the cold voice talking.

'Cold Icy Queen' He thought.

Of course, some areas were restricted to her. It was Izaya's personal house, after all. He knew Namie would be probably wondering were he was, since it was late in the morning, so he yawned and stretched one more time before standing up and entering the hallway.

Namie looked at him with a dreaded look. She inspected his messy hair, all over the place. He rubbed his eyes, in a cute way. Then he yawned. Again, in a cute way. But it would take a lot more effort for Izaya to make Namie forgive him. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Huh? Don't you like what you see, Namie? Can't you see my hotness when I wear nothing but my pyjamas?" Izaya teased and then proceeded to yawn.

"What time did you go to sleep yesterday?" She just asked, looking at his black, plain, button up pyjama shirt and his pyjama pants. "It is 12 PM, you know?"

"Ignoring my questions, huh? I see…well, mama, I went to sleep at 2 AM, because one of the neighbours complained." He said with a lot of sarcasm.

"2 AM?" She shouted. "How are you supposed to keep up with work if you break your sleeping time? I am sure you weren't working at that hour. I'm assuming you weren't working the whole evening."

"Hah, naughty. I never knew that side of yours, Namie." Izaya continued to tease, until his ear was pinched and he was lead to his chair. "Don't ever bother to change your clothing." He got as a warning, indicating his secretary was seriously angry at him.

'Gaah! Long day I've got…How I wish it'd be already evening.'

"If you don't finish your work I won't be doing anything Izaya!" Namie warned. "I've had enough of filling your paperwork for two days. It's not my problem you are a lazy ass."

'Gosh, woman! Calm down.' Izaya eyed her, smirking as he looked at his computer and started to type away. 'I'll have to wait for Shiki's calls.'

Good for Izaya, he finished his work even sooner than he had ever thought. He was happy because that meant that bothersome secretary of his could go away. It also meant he was able to change his pyjamas.

Shiki hadn't called yet, and it was already 5 PM. It wasn't bad. Izaya didn't care about that, he just found it strange that the guy, who was always talking about being punctual had a severe delay.

Not getting rid of any suspicions, Izaya just took his phone to the bathroom, and started undressing, feeling the pressure of the cold water against his hot skin. He didn't notice he had started to sing the dreaded, magical song that played on TV last day.

"Dum, larilarila!" He hummed. His horrible performance was interrupted by the ringing of his own phone. He took a step back, but didn't bother to stop the water.

Click. "Izaya? Where are you now." Shiki's voice sounded.

"In the shower."

"Don't joke around, kid. Who takes his phone to the shower? And even answers it while the water is gushing down?" Shiki made a valid point there.

"It hurts to know that you doubt me. Do you hear any voices, then? You may assume I'm not standing before a water fountain in any park. I am in the shower, but if that bothers you, then I shall stop the water now." He said, turning the faucet off.

"Oh." Was Shiki's only comment. "W-Well…um…you should start getting ready. It's already 5.15 PM. I'll come around six. Put on fancy clothing, for goodness sake's Izaya. And don't make me wait." Click.

'Funny guy.' Izaya thought while pouring shampoo between his hands and brushing his hair with the liquid.

After finishing the quick shower, he smiled. 'Fancy Clothing, huh?' He thought. He didn't know what Shiki meant by that, so he just chose elegant things he had in his wardrobe.

The electrical doorbell rang just when Izaya was tying his dark red necktie. He finished with it and answered with a quick 'I'm coming'. He knew it was Shiki, who else would it have been?

The raven-haired informant passed a hand through his hair while waiting for the elevator to reach the lowest level. He checked himself in the mirror before blowing a kiss to his reflection. He didn't know if that was what Shiki had meant by 'fancy clothing'. But it sure made Izaya feel uncomfortable. He felt so much better with his V-Neck shirt, his hoodie and his jeans. Not that elegant, black jacket without even a hood, the white button up shirt and the silky, uncomfortable pants.

Ding! The elevator arrived and opened its doors. Izaya happily sang, checking one last time that he had everything necessary. The automatic doors slid, revealing a white car with an impatient Shiki sitting on the driver's seat. The informant aimed towards the back seat, but the older man indicated him to sit next to him.

It was cold. 'The air conditioner is probably too high.' Izaya reasoned. Shiki smiled at him before starting the car, the motor growling.

"No bodyguards today? Just you and me, Shiki-san? How romantic of you. I am impressed." Izaya teased.

"You wish this was a date, Izaya-kun." Shiki laughed. Izaya laughed as well; both of them knew very well there was nothing going on between them. Apart from that joke, the rest of the journey was dull and boring. None of them spoke a word, and Izaya gazed through the car's window, watching in awe Tokyo's night-lights of the neon sings. A gaze he would never grow tired of seeing. There were even more people out there at night. Fancy dresses, clubs, restaurants.

The humans would never cease to amaze him.

"Thinking too hard, Izaya? I haven't heard you complain about the magic show now."

"Ah, that's because I have quite some things planned out." Those words were accompanied by a playful smirk. "Shiki-san."