Our Sin

Chapter 10: Is this sin?

Disclaimer: Durarara does not belong to moi!

Warning contains: yaoi (malexmale), shizaya (ShizuoxIzaya), sexual themes, language, slight angst, etc.

A.N.- I... have no excuse for not updating. DON'T KEEL ME! D': *cowers underneath table*

(Shizuo's P.O.V.)

"Ngh, Shizu-chan..."

At the sound of my name, I lazily opened up bleary, sleep-laced eyes, listening. I was at Shinra's, had been for a while, and apparently had fallen asleep there, watching over the sleeping informant. Forcing my eyes to adjust to the darkness around me, I tried to understand the situation and why I had awoken.

"St-op teasing... Mnn, Shizu-chan..."

I blinked at the mention of my pet name for a second time. 'Izaya's dreaming about me?' I looked up slightly, picking my head up from the comfort of the bed, watching in curiosity.

"Shizuo..., there, r-ight there!"

The dark haired male moaned, sending a shiver down my spine. "Is he... having a wet dream?" I asked aloud, the situation finally coming to realization. With my eyes adjusting to the darkness around me, I guessed it was around midnight, since the idiot's previous screw up. Now in the darkness of the room, all was quiet, except for the soft groans and pants from the sleeping informant.

I swallowed thickly at the sudden turn of events, flushing from the indecent sounds ringing through out my ears like sirens. Through the pale light cast by the window, I watched in awe at the sight, as the raven haired male clawed at the bedsheets, tremors making their way throughout his entire form, thin lips parted slightly in silent gasps. Guiltily, I felt my body warming up to a half aroused state at the show presenting itself right in front of me. The way his body squirmed and writhed, unaware of my presence, as my very own name was leaked out of betraying lips, over and over, and over...; it was just too much.

'It was wrong. This is wrong. This whole ordeal is wrong, just so utterly fucking wrong... Two people who are meant to hate each other feeling anything other than animosity...; is it sin? If this is sin, then why...? Why does it feel so natural? Why does it feel just so... right? That feeling of innocence, like what we're doing to both ourselves, and each other, that feeling that we've done nothing wrong..., the lack of guilt; is it really so wrong to be human? If it is, then what's with all these damn contradicting thoughts?'

A strangled groan brought me back to my current situation, as I felt my pants tightening, uncomfortably around my nether regions.

"Ngh... What? Damn it, I'm hard..." A croaky voice let out, corrupted by sleep, an arm reaching up to rub against tired eyes. I swallowed from my current position, awkwardly awaiting him to realize my presence. However, he never did, and instead let out a bittersweet sigh, as small hands reached down low, grasping at boxers, and pulling them down. Slowly, almost hesitantly, long, slow strokes were dealt to quivering flesh, as if hindered by some unknown force. Gradually the movements were sped up, albeit only slightly, as the hesitant fingers dug into the head, teasing around the slit.

The movements..., so graceful yet careful, innocent, yet arousing, delicate yet firm, tantalizingly torturous; it was too much to handle. With determined, yet shaky hands, I grasped the informant's hand in mine, leaning over, with my opposite hand propping my body up. A jolt reverberated throughout the younger man's body, shocking him of my existence in the room. Instantly embarrassment took over the shocked male.

"H-how long? How long have you been...?" He trailed off, face going red, as he turned his head to the side, to avoid my gaze.

"Izaya," I called out, grabbing his chin, and forcing him to face me.

"What do you want you neanderthal?" He breathed out, looking downwards.

"Look at me," I stated, waiting for those familiar maroon orbs to meet with my own mocha eyes. Reluctantly bringing his eyes up to rest on mine, I swallowed, feeling a red hue speedily crawling across my face. Refusing to look away, despite the intense gaze, I swallowed thickly. "I've... never been one good with words," I confessed, holding eye contact.

His eyes narrowed impatiently, closing his legs together. "And?" He fidgeted, uncomfortably.

"I just wanted to say sorry..., I'm sorry..." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

A confused look etched across his face, before being replaced by a small smile edged upon the man's lips at the confession. "I wont forgive you, ya know."

I don't know whether my heart skipped a beat at the smile or by the bitterness of his statement, but either way, It was something bittersweet, and heart tugging. "Let me try again," I requested, quietly. Izaya was still squirming uncomfortably from his slightly aroused state, face flushed, and panting, but he seemed to compose himself quite a bit at my words, tilting his head to the side in bemusement.

"Try again? What do you mean?" He asked, softening his gaze.

Inwardly I chuckled at the irony of our situation. For once in all the years we've known each other, I was the one confusing him for once. I felt as if I'd gained the higher ground at that moment, and became bold. "I want to start this relationship over with you. It's obvious you've been in love with me for a while, so why not? We can-" I was cut off as the informant's voice rose an octave, taking on a defensive tone. "I am not in love with you! What makes you think that? And what relationship are you talking about?" He fussed, denying the truth of our relationship and actions, as he pulled out of my grip, distancing himself from my form.

I stared at him in silence for a few moments, amused. "Oh? You're not in love with me?" I asked in a teasing gesture, ignoring the second part of his retort, in favor of picking at the flustered male. "That's right! I don't love you!" He replied, tossing his head up in the air, breaking eye contact. I raised an eye brow up at the obvious lie, grinning. "Well then..., I suppose I'll just have to... makeyou fall in love with me. Isn't that right, I-za-ya-kun?" I purred, leaning forwards, as I pulled the ebony haired man into a crushing embrace.

Izaya's form stiffened in my grip, before snapping out of it, and struggling to get away. Fists darted out, hitting my chest repeatedly, pushing and shoving, scratching and attacking, trying in vain to escape. Undaunted by the futile attempts of freedom, I tightened my latch onto his body, cuddling him closer, as I shoved his head into my chest. "Mnff! At yu ink er ooing? I old ew I ont ove ooh!" He muttered into my chest, his attacks on my body weakening in surrender. After he finally calmed down enough, his attacks ceased. He breathed out heavily in anger and frustration, panting.

"You done yet?" I asked, grinning.

"You deranged, protozoan-brained, lunatic! What the fuck is your problem? Is this some fucking love challenge? You think you can win me over that easily? Well you can't; you wont win!" He shouted, balling his hands into the fabric of my shirt, bearing his forehead against my torso.

"A challenge?" I asked in interest, amused at the younger man's response. After pondering the subject for a moment, I loosened my grip on the other's body. "Alright, sounds like fun. How about first one to say "I love you" is the loser?" I chided, merely joking, surprised as the informant's head shot up all of a sudden, nearly head butting my own. "You're on! Challenge accepted, Brute!" He replied fiercely, meeting eyes with mine once more.

I couldn't help the chuckle that found it's way past my parted lips, entertained by his enthusiasm. He glared at me, embarrassed, his hair in a disarray from being smothered so close. "I will win this, you know." He threatened in a determined tone, easing up his tense body.

"Heh, we'll see about that, Flea," I retorted.

He huffed in reply, turning away. Pulling him back, I pushed his back up against my torso, holding him close. He allowed this, closing his eyes closed. Resting my chin upon his head, I hummed, happily, at his calmness. For a while, neither of us said anything, just reveling in the warmth, as the silence of our surroundings engulfed us in pure concentration. The sound of our breathing was the only disruption, keeping us mindful of each other's company.

Suddenly a thought dawned on me and I slowly lowered my hands downwards, one stoking the soft, creamy thighs of the flea's, the other circling around a more private region. "Are you still hard?" I asked in doing so, instantly receiving a reaction from the flea, as he jerked upwards at my sudden touch. "What do you think you're doing, you perverted sex fiend?" Izaya shrieked, trying to get away. I pulled him back, holding him with one arm against me, the other exploring the pale body. "Guess not... No worries, though! We can always change that!" I declared, earning an elbow to the gut at my advances. "Like hell we will, you sexually starved animal!"

I grinned impishly at all the sex related nicknames. "You're kinda sexy when you're angry...," I mumbled into the other's hair, kissing his ear. He opened his mouth about to say something, but quickly closed it with realization dawning upon him. "Shizuo... Heiwajima, I suggest you put away that libido of yours, before something bad happens to it. Got it?" He warned, stiffening up.

My face whitened at the threat, letting go quickly, and backing off.

"Much better, now shoo, shoo, go away, now," he commanded, brushing me off with a wave of his hand, as he searched for his boxers, and pulled them back on. "What? Wait, so you're really not the least bit horny right now? You just had a wet dre-" I was cut off as a foot narrowly avoided my face. "Get out!"

"Come oooon, I'll stop. Let me stay, kay?" I asked, earning a "tsk" sound from Izaya, but no more commands to get out. "Just go sleep on the couch," he groaned, to which I happily complied, feeling sleep slowly edge upon my senses. Letting out a half yawn, half laugh, I paused at the door way. "Good night. Oh and... you wont be winning that bet," I ended, leaving a very frustrated information broker to himself.

A.N.- Hey guys! How was that? Hope it wasn't too cheesy or a total 180 from their usual characters I portray them as. :P Lots of fun future chapters for you guys, so hope you look forwards to it! :)

PS: could someone give me a critic some time? I'd really appreciate it! :)

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