If their name appears, it's a POV change, if not then Assume it's still the POV it was at the begining, kthnxbai
Izaya: Hey your not done yet! There's no disclaimer!
Seliphra: *cough* right, thanks, I DO NOT OWN DURARARA OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS!
Shizuo: She justs twists us into her own rabid fantasies...
-Shizuo-
I hear the knife fall to the ground and smirk inwardly. The flea was surprised, I could tell. He had never expected me to do this but then again neither had I. I felt good right now and this stupid prick had his suggestion swirling in my head all day. Maybe I would punish him by taking him up on it. I crack one eye open to notice he's really shocked. I wonder how shocked I could make him. I move my lips on his and he gasps so I stick my tongue in his mouth.
"Mmnff!" He actually squeaks. If I were sober I sure as hell wouldn't be doing this. It takes him a moment but his body is starting to react. I know this is stupid, and that I'll kick myself later for it, but right now I don't care. I just wanted him to shut the hell up. His eyes close and his hand grips my shirt. He actually shudders. Who knew he was so reactive when it came to kissing? It was kinda cute. I only think that because I'm drunk. Yeah…that's it. Izaya's tongue moves now, tasting mine and I move my mouth from his just as his courage starts. His cheeks are red now too and my mouth finds his neck. He gasps audibly and trembles. Seems I'd found a weakness. I leave a mark on his neck and his whole body trembles for more. I can't believe I'm doing this. I know he'll kill me later, hell I'LL kill me later, but I'm drunk and he tastes good.
"Sh-Shizuo~" he gasps but he sounds different. His voice has heat for once instead of cold. I smirk.
"Y-you're drunk," he gasps next.
"Completely wasted," I agree, nipping at his left earlobe now, my tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
"Mmmn~!" He squeaks again and I move lower, to his collar bone. He shivers at the touch, and one hand moves from my shirt to my hair.
"Shizu-chan, y-you're gonna hate this later," he warns then he squeaks again when my knee moves his legs apart and comes up to massage his groin.
"Probably," I agree but I don't stop either. His face is such a perfect shade of red now. It suits him really. I wouldn't think that if I was sober either but I'm rather uninhibited right now.
"Ah! Sh-Shizu-OH~!" He was getting louder. It was my turn to be surprised by the sensation that gave me…and how much tighter my pants just got. I wonder how much I would hate this tomorrow. A lot I knew, but I wondered how far I could go and manage to show my face again. Not too much further then, that's what I thought anyways. He pulled my mouth to his now, his tongue slipping in my mouth. That stupid jacket of his fell off his shoulders and I pressed him into the wall, tasting every inch of his mouth now.
-Izaya-
This was different, this was so different and I was finding I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. His taste was better than I thought it would be from someone who just ate junk food. All day. I shivered again though I was trying so hard to supress them. He didn't need to know how much I was enjoying this. The tightens of my pants was likely to give me away though…fuck his leg, fuck him for making me feel this good with no warning at all! As long as he didn't…
"D-don't s-stop," I murmur pathetically when his mouth moves from mine again. He shudders at the words and his hips grind into mine suddenly.
"Ah!" I gasp at the feeling, especially when his erection rubs against mine. I never thought it could feel so damn good with someone else and now I was wondering why the hell I hadn't done this sooner. My leg hitches up against his hip now.
"Sh-Shizu!" I cry when he grinds into me again and that seems to snap something inside him and he pulls away. I miss his heat already…No! I don't. He glares at me and scowls.
"Fucking flea." He growls before storming out of the alleyway to god knows where. I watch him leave and for once I'm completely in shock. My knees give out and I have to sit for a moment, my body still shaking. What the hell was that anyways? Did he think I'd been serious then after all? He must if he did this. The stupid plebeian didn't play with others like I do, so that must be it. I will kill him for this later…when I can walk again. I look around hoping no one saw or heard anything. There didn't seem to be anyone nearby. I sigh in relief but it takes a few minutes more before I can stand up again and make my way back to my apartment, all thoughts of playing with my humans gone now. I shut the door and collapse again. Where the hell did he get off being hot and then cold like that anyways? If he was going to start something he should at least have the decency to finish it! I rubbed my head and managed to stand again, making a cup of tea for myself. Now to try and forget this hellish encounter. I refused to use alcohol, since it dulled my senses too much. That and I am a remarkably cheap drunk. Another secret I didn't particularly want out. I shivered and wondered just how much experience the great oaf had…probably more than I gave him credit for. Definitely more than I did.
Seliphra: THAT'S IT!
Izaya: You can't end it there!
Shizuo: The hell she can't, she's the author!
Seliphra: Here's an interesting fact, Plotbunnies feed on reviews. With out them, the plotbunnies starve and die, and stories don't get updated or written.
Shizuo: So...that means they should review...right?
Izaya: Right.
