MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS! Its Christmas Eve where I am and I was dying to post some sort of Christmas gift for you guys. And I have!
This will contain a Shizaya lime so BE WARNED!
Izaya: Cookie doesn't own Durarara or its characters.
Me: I sure as hell do not. So don't make me track you down and beat you with a stick okay?
Unusual Absence
5 months earlier
Shizuo sat in his apartment with a bottle of wine. He just stared into his glass full of the crimson liquid. It wasn't like he was celebrating anything. Anytime he had a long day walking around all over town with Tom, he normally just came home and had something to take the edge off. It was like the reason he smoked: you have one body and are given free rein to do whatever you want while you are in it. The blonde normally just had a glass of wine or two and then headed off to bed. If it had been a really long day, he would break out the liquor and have a few shots. But today he was just tired.
After downing the entire glass, he left the glass on the table and put the wine bottle away. When he reentered the room, he heard the doorknob jiggling as if someone was trying to get in.
Grabbing the nearest object he could find, a small table, Shizuo waited to see if the intruder would enter. As the door handle turned and the door swung open, the person was revealed to be none other than Orihara Izaya. The blonde just about bit his cigarette in two.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you rat?" Shizuo growled, putting the table down.
The informant staggered in, nearly tripping on the threshold in doing so. He went right past Shizuo and slumped over on the couch.
"This isn't your apartment, dumbass, it's mine. Now get out." The bodyguard then took in a whiff of what seemed to be alcohol—lots of it, "Have you been drinking?"
Noticing for the first time, the shot glass that was in the brunette's hand, he groaned, "You are drunk off your ass, aren't you?" the blonde grabbed the glass and smelled it, "Yep, that's liquor all right. Strong liquor, actually. Goddamnit, flea." After holding it close to his face for a period of time, Shizuo then smelled something else, "This drink had been drugged. I wouldn't blame someone trying to drug this asshole—he deserves it. I wonder what kind of drug it is."
It was at that moment that he felt arms slither around his waist. He froze, "What the fuck?"
A chin placed itself on his shoulder, "Hey Shizu-chaaan~…"
Oh dear god. The blonde thought. What the hell did someone put in Izaya's drink?
Fingers tangled themselves into Shizuo's hair and he felt hot breath on his neck, "Shizu-chan," he slurred in his drunken state, "I'm feeling a little hot tonight. You won't leave me will you? I want someone to be with and talk to. You won't leave me will you?"
The poor ex-bartender couldn't hold back a shudder at the smaller man's words. He gasped when he felt Izaya bite down on his neck. That's when Shizuo just realized what had been slipped into the informant's drink: an aphrodisiac.
Izaya placed his hands lightly on the blonde's hips, who still had yet to move an inch. The poor man couldn't speak. Not when his enemy who he commonly had homicidal thoughts about was treating him like a lover.
Shizuo begun to panic. He wondered with the alcohol the flea had consumed and the aphrodisiac that had been put in it, this could end up being a very bad night. He hated to admit it, but he was actually starting to get aroused by this. He blamed the fact that Izaya's knee was rubbing him in certain places and that damn glass of wine he had.
"I'd say you are beginning to enjoy this." Izaya breathed heavily, turning the blonde around and pressing his lips hungrily against the other's, not waiting for an answer he already knew.
Mentally deciding to play along for the time being, no matter how disgusting it may seem, Shizuo began to return the needy kiss. Izaya wrapped his arms around the taller man as he proceeded to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into the other's mouth. Even though he was drunk and drugged, Izaya made a mental note that Shizuo was an impressive kisser and that his mouth and tongue tasted of nicotine and red wine. And as those two tastes mixed together with the hard liquor that the brunette had consumed, he lost almost all his sanity as he continued to play tag with the blonde's tongue.
Izaya began to slip his hands up the other man's shirt and then started to bring them back down slowly. As they fell back on the couch, Izaya straddled Shizuo as he pulled his shirt up over his head and discarded it with his jacket.
He flicked out his pocketknife and ripped the bartender outfit right down the middle, exposing the bodyguard's muscles in their entirety.
"Hnnn~ My body is burning, Shizu-chan." He purred seductively, as he leaned down to press his bare chest with the blonde's. He gave light kisses to Shizuo's chest and abs while one of his hands was gripping the collar of the tattered white dress shirt, "Make me feel better, won't you?" His other free hand was massaging Shizuo's crotch through his pants, which were becoming tighter by the second.
Shizuo groaned, knowing that he was probably going to regret this later, but fuck it. He had a hard on and it was all the nasty flea's fault. Izaya was drunk and he was gonna use the excuse that he was too. If the man wanted to be fucked then he would get fucked. So naturally, it would be the flea who would pay the ultimate price.
If only they knew. I hope you guys didn't think that was too short! Hopefully it was good and you are pleasantly satiated! I wish all of you Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! This was basically what had happened between the two of them that created the "monster" as Izaya calls it.
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Me: Reviews help me to live. Just wanted to let you know. I stayed up until 3 am typing this so don't say I never spoil you guys! :D Bye!