Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or any of the Characters. All rights go the the original authors and creators.
(A/N: After nearly 2 years on hiatus, I've finally gotten back to writing this fic. I want to thank all of you who faved/followed this story even though it hadn't been updated in so long.. Here's a new chapter. I hope you all enjoy~)
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Chapter Eleven
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"Hey.. We shouldn't stay out in the rain like this. C'mon."
Izaya looked through his hazy teared vision. Shizuo was beckoning for him to follow.
With a nod and a few quick wipes with his sleeves, he made his way behind him through the dark city streets.
Looking at Shizuo from under the shelter of the small umbrella, he saw the boy was drenched from head to toe. He found himself feeling like a burden.
"You should take this back. It's yours not mine."
Shizuo simply walked on. "I'm fine."
Izaya sighed in annoyance. "Where are we going anyway?"
"You'll see when we get there." The blonde replied.
They rounded a few more corners and made their way up the stairs of what looked to be a hotel. A very expensive hotel resort known to host celebrities. The flashing lights on the sign illuminated the puddles on the ground with sparkles of gold and red.
Izaya watched hesitantly as Shizuo entered the building and nonchalantly passed the clerk at the front desk.
Several of the hotel staff were busy chatting away with one another and didn't even seem to notice the pair of rain soaked boys walking inside.
"What are you doing? This way." Shizuo called from the elevator.
Izaya snapped back to attention and quickly caught up with him before the doors had closed.
Shizuo reached above the shorter boy's head and pushed the button to go up.
The ride to the top floor was quiet. But not particularly awkward. Silence was fairly normal between the two. Izaya noticed they had to have passed nearly six or seven floors. How high up were they headed?
The elevator bell chimed and the doors pushed apart. The boys stepped out into the hall and walked to the room at the end of floor.
Shizuo reached into his pocket and inserted a small card into the door. Izaya nervously anticipated what could be inside.
A room more lavish than anything he'd ever seen was revealed before him. He was standing in a suite he had only seen in movies and magazines.
A large crystal chandelier hung above an enormous canopy bed. Every piece of furniture looked insanely expensive right down the the animal skin rug he was standing on. He looked down at his mud covered shoes and quickly took them off.
Shizuo, uncaring, left mud covered tracks from the door to the fridge. He grabbed a few bottles from the side door and walked towards the pool table near the window.
Izaya really seemed to notice how high up they were looking at the view of the city in the distance through the glass. Shizuo's reflection appeared behind him and he turned to see him holding a glass in each hand. He took one and gave it a sniff. It smelled like whiskey.
"How did you manage to get into a room like this?" Izaya asked suddenly.
"It's where my brother is supposed to be staying during his filming. I swiped the key card from his wallet while he was away. You ever played pool before?" Shizuo asked taking a drink from his glass.
Izaya sipped the strong liquid, feeling the familiar burn in his chest he had felt so many times before on nights like these.
"I've played once or twice before."
Shizuo smiled and handed him a pool cue. "Alright. Let's get a game started up then."
Izaya watched closely as Shizuo rubbed the small block of blue chalk on the end of his pool stick.
With all sorts of perverse thoughts now running though his mind, he took one last swig of whiskey and placed it on the window pane.
"Say.. why don't we make this game a bit more interesting?"
Shizuo finished working on his cue and blew the excess chalk dust off the tip.
"Interesting?" He echoed, his mind more concentrated at the moment on setting up the sixteen balls in the center.
Izaya picked up the white cue ball and twirled in in his hand. "That's right."
Shizuo paused, raising a brow at the raven. "If you wanna throw in some money on this, I'm all for it."
"Mm.. Not exactly." He replied, a smirk spreading on his face.
"Then what do you mean?" The blonde asked impatiently.
"Why don't we make it like strip poker?" Izaya asked bluntly.
Shizuo turned bright red. "Wha-!? A-are you serious?"
Izaya unzipped his wet jacket and dropped it to the floor. "We have to get out of these wet clothes eventually. Why not have some fun with it?"
"I mean, we're both guys. Nothing the other hasn't seem himself, right?"
Shizuo clenched his teeth and tried to smother his embarrassment, though it had already been made obvious. With trembling hands he grabbed the zipper on his hoodie, slowly dragging it down and slipping it off his shoulders onto the floor.
"That wasn't so terrible now was it?" Izaya giggled placing the white ball on the table.
Shizuo growled in irritation and downed the remainder of his whiskey. "Let's just get on with this."
"Now, the rules are simple. If I make a shot, that's a piece of your clothing coming off. If I miss, or if you make a shot then it's my turn to undress."
"Yeah, yeah.. I know already." The blonde replied. He removed the plastic triangle from the balls and looked over at Izaya. He seemed much more calm and collected. Like his usual annoying self. Not like the vulnerable boy he had been holding in the rain.
Izaya pondered for a moment before speaking. "How do we decide who's to go first?"
Shizuo snorted. He had been playing this game with Kasuka since they were eight. He was sure he had this in the bag. "You can go first."
Izaya hummed contently and picked up his cue. He hunched over, eyeing the white ball closely. Shizuo tried to hide his smirk as he watched Izaya's face grow still with concentration.
With one swift crack, he broke apart the balls scattering them across the table. The colorful objects bounced off one another and rolled against the edges. Shizuo unconsciously held his breath as the black eight ball neared the corner hole.
Izaya watched with a devilish grin. The eight ball had stilled and a purple striped ball rolled past it into the tiny hole.
Shizuo exhaled in disbelief. He was almost certain Izaya was going to screw himself on his first turn. His narrowed amber eyes met Izaya's prideful gaze.
"I made the first shot. That means you're taking something off."
"Agh.. Son of a bitch.." The blonde cursed, reaching down to pull off his wet socks.
"Ah-ah." Izaya tutted. "I forget to add.. Whenever one of us makes a winning shot, they get to decide which piece of clothing is coming off."
"You gotta be shitting me-!" Shizuo snapped. "That's not what you said before!"
"Aww! Don't be a sore loser now~" Izaya laughed. "I'll make the first one easy on you okay? Just take off your belt."
Shizuo tried not to agrue with his simple request. It was only his belt. Nothing too serious.
Izaya watched intently as the blonde reached down to undo his belt buckle. He felt his heart beat speeding up. Things were starting to get good.
Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzzt!
His attention was pulled from Shizuo to the buzzing in his back pocket.
"Ugh.. What now?"
He quickly flipped open his phone to see who was calling. It was Harima Mika. He silenced the call and snapped it shut.
"Tch.. Crazy bitch. I don't have time to be bothered."
Shizuo dropped his belt to the floor and looked up at Izaya. "Everything alright?"
"Just a wrong number." He smiled. "Now where were we?"
The remainder of the night had consisted of more whiskey, pool, and stripping until the early morning. Izaya had been much better at this game than he had led on, and the two found themselves very closely matched. Only the eight ball remained on the table.
Izaya's wet clothes laid in a pile beside him, his dark red boxer briefs being the only remainder of his outfit. Shizuo stood bare from the waist up as well with only the addition of his socks.
It was Shizuo's turn, and it took everything he had in his rather intoxicated state to make a proper shot. Both boys watched in anticipation as the black ball darted across the table, slowly rolling its way towards the corner.
"Come on.." Shizuo whispered watching the ball inch closer and closer to the goal before it finally dropped in.
"Yeah!" The blonde shouted at the top of his lungs. "In your fucking face, Orihara!"
Izaya laughed, accepting defeat. "Well played."
Shizuo continued to cheer until he was interrupted at the sight of the completely nude boy before him. Izaya stood shamelessly without any clothing, picking up his glass to polish off the rest of the bottle of liquor.
"It's freezing in here.." He breathed out, rubbing his legs together. Shizuo's thoughts were growing increasingly strange due to the large amount of alcohol in his system.
He rubbed his head. "Uh.. T-there's a hot tub in the other room we could use."
Izaya smiled, placing his empty glass down. "Lead the way."
Shizuo stumbled past the bed and pushed open the bathroom door, Izaya following closely behind.
Taking a seat on the edge, he pushed a few buttons and the still water began to steam and bubble. Izaya found himself pulled to the water's inviting heat and got in without hesitation. Shizuo slowly pulled off his wet socks and climbed over the edge, submerging himself in the warm liquid.
Izaya sighed contently, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. Shizuo couldn't relax no matter how hard he tried. Nothing could distract him from knowing Izaya was still naked and sitting only a few feet away from him.
The raven cracked open one eye, and chuckled. "Is it really bothering you that much?"
Shizuo blushed and shook his head. "I was just thinking.. What do you think would happen if anyone saw the two of us here like this?"
Izaya frowned. "This again? You said you liked hanging out together."
Shizuo sighed. "This.. It's... different."
Izaya tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
Shizuo rolled his head back and stared up at the ceiling.
"I mean, this isn't like just two guys hanging out. It's not like when I hang out with Kasuka, or Tom... It feels.. weird."
"...Weird bad? Or Weird good?"
Shizuo thought for a moment and sat up straight.
"It's not bad at all.."
Izaya merely nodded and stared off at the wall before speaking.
"Are you a virgin, Shizuo?"
The blonde looked taken back at his sudden question.
"..Yeah."
"Have you ever been kissed before?"
Shizuo thought back to summer camp.
"Just once."
"Really? What was her name?"
"It.. wasn't exactly a her.." He admitted shyly.
Izaya's eyes lit up at this. "So it was a boy, then? How did you like it?"
Shizuo growled in frustration. "Can we be done talking about this!?"
"Alright, alright.." The raven waved his hands.
Shizuo ran a hand through his wet hair with a long sigh. He just couldn't get his thoughts straight. "Listen.. Orihara. What I'm trying to say is.. Sitting with you.. naked in a hot tub.. It's not something guys do if they're just friends."
Izaya took the opportunity to move a bit closer. "So you're saying you and I aren't just friends?"
"I dunno.." The blonde muttered.
"Well do you think you would consider yourself bisexual? Or curious, perhaps?"
Shizuo made a face at the word. "No."
Izaya wasn't convinced. "So you don't think you could ever try it out? There's no shame if that's what you like. If I want someone, regardless if they're a man, woman, or whatever inbetween, I'm going for it. I think that's the best way to live, with an open mind and an open sexuality."
Shizuo pondered his words. If he were to be 100% honest, he never had found himself even slightly attracted to the same gender until he had started spending time with Izaya. It felt no different than if he were a female. The attraction and chemistry remained the same.
He stood from the tub and grabbed a towel. "I'm gonna head to bed. The sun will be up soon. You coming?"
Izaya grabbed another towel and stepped out to dry off. Shizuo watched Izaya through his peripheral. His body was thin and lean with narrow hips and a firm ass. Izaya wrapped the towel around his waist before his eyes could see any more. He swallowed hard.
The pair moved to the bed and climbed under the sheets. Shizuo made sure to keep an appropriate amount of distance between himself and Izaya.
The silence in the air had become awkward after their previous conversation. All sorts of things were on his mind.
Izaya rolled onto his side facing Shizuo in the pitch black room.
"Having some trouble sleeping?"
Shizuo slowly turned towards him.
"I need to say something. I have to get it off my chest."
"I'm listening."
Shizuo's tone was serious. "I know I said I wasn't gay or bisexual or even curious- because I'm not. I've never been into guys. So don't go thinking anything else."
Rejection hit Izaya like a punch in the gut. Things seemed to have been going on the right track. Even though their relationship had started off as nothing more than a bet, deep down he felt longing for more than just one night with Shizuo. He had grown on him during their short time together. The empty lonliness he suffered was fading the more Shizuo was around.
Izaya Orihara could get anyone he wanted. Anyone except Shizuo Heiwajima, apparently. And Shizuo was the only thing he wanted more than anything at this point. But he had been way in over his head. Shinra had been right all along.
Izaya did his best to hold his poker face. Inside, he had never felt more hurt and embarrassed.
"So you're saying you're straight.. and you could never be into me. You dont like guys. I get it, okay? Let's just get to bed."
Shizuo wanted to scream. He wasn't getting the picture. He had to show him what he meant. Reaching out into the dark, he placed his hands under Izaya's jaw.
In that instant, he found his lips pressed firmly against the other's. Izaya was frozen with disbelief. His mind couldn't process what was happening until it was all over.
The kiss was short. Shizuo had pulled away in seconds, returning to his side of the bed to get to sleep.
Izaya knew it was going to be a restless night after hearing his next words.
"I meant what I said, damn it. I don't like guys.. Just you."