PFFFFFT-how many times have I forgotten to add a mental note? I feel so cruel; not thanking people for their wonderful reviews... and remarking on the one review that I had deleted, saying that I was gay and a hater of Shizaya. XD

WHY IN THE WORLD would I simply write about a pairing if I hated it? I mean, pshhh, I can be merrily gay in so many ways, but when it comes to this pairing, I love it more than I love my rainbows and cookies. /bricked

I deleted that comment because, seriously, it did not make any sense, and it sickened me to look at it. XD They're just a hater, no?

I love you all who review my story, subscribe to it, and favorite it. I feel so... nice... when people do that. Makes me feel like I'm actually capable of being a good writer. And I never thought I could be! 8D

This chapter shall be extra long, just for you guys. Though... warning, I'm not exactly that good with sex scenes. |D Sorry.

Now, to get on with the story before I use up most of the words telling you guys how much I deeply love you guys~

So what if he wasn't flexible? Would he just have to live with whatever obviously painful positioning Shizuo had just read? Izaya flicked his tongue up at Shizuo, trying to hide the fear for what he may have to do to just get Shizuo to fuck him senseless.

The blonde leaned back down and attacked Izaya's neck with kisses, sucking on certain spots and biting on other's. A certain spot - the brunette's collarbone, right at the base of his neck - got a moan when bitten into, then sucked on.

And then, just about when Izaya thought he just couldn't take it any longer...

Riiiiiinnnnnnggg!

The informant hated his phone right now, as Shizuo continued to kiss his neck without paying no heed towards the ringing of a phone, until it dawned upon the two that it was the bodyguard's phone ringing. Feeling ready to vicously murder someone, Izaya sat up when Shizuo climbed off him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cellphone, before flipping it open and answering.

"Hello?" answered Shizuo in a thick voice. Izaya kept his red eyes locked on the other, listening for the voice that belonged to the person on the other line. The person who dared to need Shizuo at this moment in time.

Izaya then realized how possessive he was sounding, and started to take off his coat so that he wouldn't think such thoughts. He noticed how the currently busy male helplessly watched strip of the coat, licking his lips.

Ohohoho~, it seemed that this brown headed male wasn't the only one unable to take his eyes off the other.

"Shit," said Shizuo. "Now?"
What now? What could Shizuo possibly be needed for? Aside from his job, but did Tom really need this blonde so late at night? No, of course not. Even if it weren't really that late, Shizuo had been let off of work quite a while ago? Would he even be needed again...?

Shizuo hung up and growled something inaudible under his breath, before he pocketed the cell and closed his eyes. "Flea, I've got seven minutes. Then I've got to leave you alone to your fucking porn. Again, what is this for?"

Why even waste time! Izaya leaped forward and pinned the older male back to the ground, this time being the one to nip at Shizuo's neck. "To see how many times you can fuck me in one night. What are you needed for?" He was a little surprised when Shizuo pushed him off rather harshly, before sitting up. He looked rather pissed, more pissed than usual, so did something happen? "What, Shizuo? We've got seven minutes. I can show you how flexible I am within that amount of time."

He wasn't desperate, more... horny. Aroused; sexually excited. How many words could he use? Aside from all of that, he was sort of looking forward to the foreplay, despite not even liking it.

"Something more important than even you, Izaya-kun." remarked the ex-bartender, standing up and uncomfortably walking towards the door. But what about-? "Gotta go. Maybe later. No, I'll decide when. And don't you ever come to me with something as fucked up as this again."

Suddenly Izaya was left alone, with quite a lot of yaoi mangas still unread, a rather painful erection, and a sudden desperate need to slit someone's throat.

He hated - you would never understand how much he loathed - jerking himself off to nothing, especially when he had just had his sex-partner literally in this room who had been aroused as well. What was more important than sex, at this point?

No, what was more important than Izaya when it came to Shizuo?

People. They were just so lovable, weren't they? With their human traits, and their way of thinking, and how innocent and yet how naughty they could be at the same time. This was a familiar topic, though. Had Izaya thought of this before?

Five hours later, rather than sitting alone, he sat at the top of Shizuo's apartment complex, swinging his legs over the edge as he gazed down at every single being in the town of Ikebukuro. The brunette had his signature jacket off for once, having not given a care to throw it back on after fucking himself in his lonely apartment. Despite how cold it was without that jacket, he had ignored it. Made him wonder even more about Shizu-chan.

No, Shizu-chan was always on his mind. Izaya just blamed his jacket for that. 'Smells to much like Shizu-chan', or 'His cigarette stain is in my right pocket, him having burned a hole in that pocket with them damn cancer-sticks...''.

How annoying! Why hadn't the informant paid attention to who had been on the phone? He was pissed, now, that he still didn't know where Shizu-chan was, who had called him, why they called him, and so forth. An informant didn't know this. What was wrong with this painted picture? And why the hell was the blonde not even home yet? For five fucking hours, Izaya had been sitting here, playing on his phone every once in a while, but mostly just keeping an eye out for his toy! Where was-?

"And what are you doing here?"

The voice snapped the crimson-eyed twenty-one year old out of his thoughts, him just throwing a simple glance over his shoulder, looking for the voice. He had almost been expecting Shizu-chan... but no, it was instead, rather...

"Ah, Riko-san," breathed Izaya, throwing a grin to hide his flared-up anger at the see of this girl. Why was she so close to Shizu-chan? Suddenly, the informant felt as though he wasn't the best - like he wasn't in control with this game - out there. He felt as though he didn't know anything. And it was all because of this new-girl, wasn't it? "Hehe, didn't expect to see you here. Actually, I didn't expect to see you without a knife pressed to my throat. Want to take a more nice approach towards someone of such greater importance towards you?"

The girl sort of looked pissed for a second, but she shrugged it off, walking towards Izaya. The male stood up that quickly, deciding he didn't trust the way he sat and the way that girl was trying to get closer to him, but like standing up would make much of a difference if she decided to push him over the ledge.

"Heh, Shizuo-sama told me that I might want to stick on your good side, so I decided that it might be best if I do so!" Then, with a smile, she added, "And he also said that you're a goddamn flea, and that you're as annoying as hell, and that he hates you as well. Though why talk about an enemy to me?"

Izaya could see right through her mask. Hell, it was like she didn't even have one. He smirked, though, playing into her game, trying to see how far she would go until she broke out and tried to snap his neck. "Ah, yes, you are absolutely correct. Shizu-chan is quite the man to be saying that I'm annoying, though. Have you seen his refridgerator? Stocked full of milk. And his sense of style - I heard his brother bought him those clothes, but seriously, how ugly can a dick-head like him be?" He suddenly felt like cursing when he realized that he had left his flickblade back at his house.

Ah, oh well.

"And every single day he goes around throwing vending machines at me. The violent thing, he is, don't you think? He's quite ugly as well, and I heard he is horrible in bed." Though that was a lie, and Izaya could only grin at it. "He is also a dumb blonde; ignorant and does not think of what he should say before he goes off saying it. Quite annoying, if you ask me."

Riko-san looked a little annoyed herself. "Well he said that you play too 'God' sometimes, and that you think you know everything when you-"

"When I do? How nice of Shizu-chan~" interruppted Izaya, allowing himself to laugh. "You know I was able to trick him into getting ran over by a truck twice? Ahahaha! He's such an idiot, I can't even stand it! Come on, Riko-san, laugh with me, will you?"

A knife stabbed the air where his mid-section had been only seconds ago.

"You bastard!" said the young lady, trying yet again to stab at Izaya, who had somehow appeared behind her. "Stand still, will you!"

"Surprising," chuckled the male, jumping backwards with his arms held behind his back. He would not hit a girl. And without his flickblade, he found he had no way to defend himself either than to dodge. This girl would get tired soon. "You even take his words right out of his mouth. Perhaps you love him? No, it's quite obvious. I mean, who would defend a dumbass like him?"

Izaya had to pause in his laughter and hiss when he felt the knife make contact with his side, cutting right through his black shirt. Shit, he wasn't expecting to get hit. He turned and sprinted towards the other side of the roof, unable to look over his shoulder for fear of running right over the edge. However, he wasn't scared to jump on the edge and then turn and run along that side. He had 'perfect' balance.

"Don't. Love. Him!" she shouted, running right after him, still slashing her knife at random. She had horrible aiming if you thought about it.

Izaya started laughing again, jumping from the edge and onto the emergency fire exit, deciding that now would be best to make a sudden disappearance. However, when he heard a loud clang and the sonud of footsteps after him, he knew that this girl was one too many ways just like Shizu-chan. "Don't give up? Your boyfriend and I go at it like this all the time! Too scared to take a joke?" he called out, out of breath from laughing and running at the same time.

Rather than a reply, he just heard the sound of footsteps behind him stop. Ah, he had won. A victorious grin spread across his face...

"Ah! FUCK." shouted the male, stumbling forward and falling right over the railing when he felt something impale his back. Obviously a knife, but who had throwing that accurate aside from him? However, that wasn't even the least of his problems; he just fell off the fire escape!

"Haha! Look who's laughing now!" he heard from up above him, and he opened his eyes just in time to see the ground coming towards him at an alarming speed, and it took him a mere two seconds to realize that he could either flip onto his back and dig the knife deeper into his back, or he could stick out his arms and hope he didn't break them. So, rather than dying, he chose the second option, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth to try and stop the pain before it could even start.

"Ooof-!" he sure felt something besides the breaking of his arms, though, when he landed - or was rather caught - in a weird manner, and his eyes shot open rather quickly.

How this could have happened, How Shizuo could have managed to come home, see the informant running down the stairs and how he could have managed to catch Izaya just in time was impossible to figure out, and it seriously made the brunette wonder if he were losing it. How the hell was this-?

He was then dropped, landing face first on the concrete beneath him, and he gasped loudly. No, this was too confusing. First the wound, then the knife, then the catching, and then Shizu-chan...

Izaya groaned when he felt the knife pulled out of his back - it had not been impaled deep enough to kill him, but deep enogh to actually stay in - and then groaned again when he was flipped over onto his back, before being lifted up and thrown over his shoulder.

Now, currently, not only was he confused by how quickly this was passing by, but he was also in pain. Where was his cellphone when he needed it? Shinra could probably patch him up and give him some-

"I thought I told you to stop getting into fights that don't involve me killing you," whispered a low voice, obviously Shizu-chan's.

For once in almost all of the informant's twenty-three years of life, he simply smiled and let himself be taken to wherever he would be taken.

"What?"

Anyone else confused?XD I am, and I wrote this...

Don't worry. Everything shall be explained in the next chapter. You see, this is why you do not go around playing on fire escapes. You'll get confused AND stabbed in the back.

Doesn't everyone love the sex-scene that I did not include? 8D

Disclaimer (seeing as I forgot to add it in the past what, five chapters now?): Durarara! does not belong to me, nor will it ever belong to me. Izaya and Shizuo are not mine to own, and neither is any other character I may or may not mention in this fanfiction aside from Riko-san, who I simply made up in a grand total of five seconds.