Title:- Loving the oblivious
Rating:- M
Pairing:- Izaya/Shizuo/Delic
Warning:- Yaoi
Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara
Summary:- Delic is a host from Kyoto, in love with his oblivious cousin. This time, he'll make sure his feelings get through.
A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. So this one is for Kannacchi. Enjoy.
Oblivious. It was the only word to sum up his cousin. "Delic-san, are you listening?" Breaking out of his thoughts, he looked down at the large breasted, skimpy dressed woman cling to his side. Forcing one of his charming smiles, he moved closer. "Of course, I could listen to your voice all day." The woman blushed, grinning widely before continuing to speak.
Of course he wasn't listening, his mind was on other things, things more important than how much her new manicure cost, someone more important. Shizuo Heiwajima, his beloved cousin. Even though he was a host, his heart would only be given to him. In his mind he could picture his younger cousin, wondering how well he was doing.
Delic had been in love for a long time, practically since they were kids. But not once had Shizuo picked up on it. Not even when he acted on his feelings. And now he was going to try again, this time surely he would get through. No one could be that dense. His thoughts drifted back through memory lane. Then again...
Attempt one:- The two of them were running around the playground. It was a game of kiss chase, where everyone else was chasing a girl, he was chasing Shizuo. Reaching forward he grabbed at his cousin's clothing. "Shizuo." Leaning over, he moved to press his lips against those soft ones. "Delic, you know we're supposed to chase after the girls." Gently fingers ruffled his hair, before they were gone.
Attempt two:- Delic's feelings only grew stronger as he got older. Taking his cousin's hand he pulled him where no one else could see. "Shizuo, can I tell you something?" He could always rely on Shizuo. Now that his double had realised his strength, not a lot of people got near him, most of the time it was just the two of them. "Sure." Moving closer, he took his cousin's hands in his. "I think I love-" Coffee eyes widened just slightly. "That girl over there right? The one that keeps following you? Good luck." That gentle hand ruffled his hair again. That wasn't it at all.
Attempt three:- Since words didn't work he tried actions. Shizuo loved anything sweet and sugary, so the two of them brought ice cream. As usual his cousin had scoops piled up. A tiny slip and they went everywhere. Ice cream still in hand, he glanced down at the ice cream covered boy, licking his lips. Removing the packet tissues from his pocket, he crouched quickly, dabbing where the ice cream had fallen. Underneath him, Shizuo was blushing. "Thanks Delic, you can stop now." The minute moment between them was already gone.
Attempt four had been valentines chocolate. His cousin thought he had made it because he felt sorry for him. Shizuo was a lot more isolated now. Awkwardly he accepted the hug, knowing it wasn't for the right reasons. After that he had tried everything. Delic remembered seeing Shizuo with bright blond hair. Oddly it suited him. "Tom, thinks it will help stop some fights." He had only forced a smile. Tom was someone he didn't like.
After that he had bleached his own hair to match Shizuo's. Everything he had tried had failed. "Shizuo, I'm going to Kyoto." Even that didn't get the reaction he wanted. "Keep it touch Delic." His cousin was clueless, making him worry about what would happen, while he wasn't around. Shizuo although violent was honest and pure, if someone with opposite qualities was to show up... he didn't want to think about it.
"Oh no, time's up." Forcing another smile, he stood first, helping his client up. "Then until the next time." Placing a meaningless kiss on her manicured hand, he watched her face flush. "I'll definitely be back. See you soon Delic." Smoothing down his white suit and adjusting his pink and white headphones, he slipped out of his booth. "Good work today." One of his fellow hosts patted him on the back, not that he acknowledged them.
Delic had no idea what he had come to Kyoto for, maybe to get rid of his feelings, either way he had chosen to become a host, learning the art of seduction. After all these years, he was one of the top three and knew that his boss would miss him, well not him, but the large amount of money he brought in. Walking away from his job, he headed back to his own apartment.
His decision was already made, his bags were backed. As he did everyday Delic found himself staring into the mirror, not for his own vanity. With the exception of his bright fuchsia eyes, he looked like the spitting image of his cousin. Removing his headphones, he pulled on a pair of sunglasses, the same as his cousin wore. Kasuka had brought them several outfits, once he had become a famous actor. A few of Shizuo's had accidentally gone to him.
Shrugging off his white suit and pink shirt, he changed into what his cousin usually wore. Now looking in the mirror, he could picture Shizuo staring back at him. Taking a step forward, he rested his forehead against the cool surface his reflection doing the same. All of the skills he had picked up, would they make any difference?
Delic, looked through the tinted glasses, sliding his hand into his cousin's uniform, hesitating as his fingers danced along the waistband of his boxers. His cheeks flushed slightly, as he slowly moved his hand further, his long fingers curling around his hardened length. It was a shame it was a new uniform and not a used one. At least then he would have Shizuo's scent embedded in the clothes. Looking up, he watched his reflection, pretending it was his double looking back at him.
His fingers moved quickly, trying to bring himself to the edge, he wondered if his double would look as he did or maybe it would be even better, watery eyes, swollen lips and flushed cheeks, begging for more of his touch. Delic groaned, his hand stopping as he glanced down at the soiled uniform and mirror. "Ah! Shizuo!"
"Shizuo! Over here!" Grinning he waved from where he stood at the station, bags in hand. His fuchsia eyes followed Shizuo's movements. He looked better than ever. He frowned as everyone gave his cousin a wide berth. It should make him happy, but that smile he was so used to seeing was gone. "Delic." Taking a step forward he threw his arms around his double. "Its good to see you." And like so many times before, that gentle hand ruffled his hair, avoiding the headphones he was wearing.
"Thanks for letting me stay." Shizuo shrugged, one hand holding his cigarette, the other helping to carry his bags. "You're family and its just me." Switching his luggage to his other hand, he bumped his shoulder against Shizuo's. "I missed you." He could see a puff of smoke and a small twitch of soft lips. He turned away resisting the urge to get closer and steal those lips.
"I've already set your room up for you, through there." Delic nodded, gazing around the apartment, he could tell it looked lived in and though it wasn't as nice as his was back in Kyoto, he would be living under the same roof as his crush. It couldn't get any bigger. Following the rooms, he dumped his bags down onto the bed, flopping down onto the soft covers.
It wasn't long before his cousin popped up in the doorway. "Sorry Delic, I have to go out for a while. Will you be okay?" The host sat up nodding his head. "Yeah, where are you going?" He didn't like the pink blush darkening those soft cheeks. "Uh, I have to meet someone." No! This wasn't happening. Forcing a smile, he pushed himself off of the bed. "Oh? A girlfriend?"
"...No, my boyfriend, though I can't really call him that." Part of him deflated, knowing his crush was taken, while the other delighted in knowing Shizuo wasn't straight. He still had a chance. He got closer, less than a centimetre. "How long have you been together?" The shorter they had been together, the quicker he could break them apart. "Seven years." His mouth dropped open. "Oh!"
Reaching down he grabbed the blond's fingers, glad to see his cousin wasn't backing away, but disappointed at the lack of reaction. His own fingers entwined , his hand curling and lifting it to his lips. Very gently he pressed his lips to the back of Shizuo's hand. "I love you, Shizuo." His cousin blinked, before smiling. "I love you too, Delic. We're family." His elation stopped dead, that hand ruffling his hair. "I have to go." He couldn't say anything as Shizuo walked away.
Nearly three hours later and he heard the key in the door. Sitting up he rushed to the door. Shizuo wasn't alone. He immediately took a dislike to the raven haired man that followed his crush in. He looked dangerous, the opposite to his dear cousin. Crimson eyes fixed on him. He didn't like that smirk. "There's two Shizu-chan's?" The man moved past his cousin, bouncing on the balls of his feet, directly in front of him.
"You look almost the same. Twins?" His double sighed. "Cousins. Leave him alone, flea." The man in front of him reached forward, fingers against his cheek. "Interesting. What's your name then?" His headphones were snatched away, Shizuo's... boyfriend placing them on his head. "None of your business, give me those back."
Very rarely he used his strength, but it wasn't the case that he didn't have any. Where as Kasuka had turned out normal, both he and Shizuo had strength, he just had better...control. That didn't mean anything now that he had met the annoyance in front of him. His hand that had charmed both men and women reached out. "Delic! Don't!" His wrist was caught in an equally strong grip. Crimson eyes gleamed and he knew that he had revealed that he had strength.
"Well then, nice to meet you, Deli-chan." The host spluttered at the nickname. "Izaya Orihara. I look forward to having a lot of fun with you." His wrist still hadn't been released, his fist was clenched. "I'll see you later, Shizu-chan." Another stupid nickname. Shizuo nodded, letting go of his wrist.
His cousin was yanked forward, Izaya smashing their lips together. He grit his teeth watching the two of them kiss. It made his stomach turn. It only got worse as crafty hands moved lower and Shizuo moaned, it sent the blood rushing to his groin. It didn't help that those sharp crimson eyes met his own. "Cut it out, flea."
Izaya removed those damn hands from his cousin, stepping in front of him. "See you later, Deli-chan." Shizuo was watching both of them carefully. His eyes widened as unfamiliar and unwanted lips pressed against his. "Izaya!" Delic clenched his fist, hearing his cousin. "Its what you wanted right? An indirect kiss from Shizu-chan." His breath hitched at the whispered words. The smirking annoyance backed away, skipping out of the apartment. He really didn't like the man.
"Sorry about that, Delic. Izaya is... well Izaya." His hair was ruffled again, making him realise that Izaya had left with his headphones, he had lost a signature accessory. "No, its fine." Glancing up he noticed a small dribble of blood on Shizuo's lip. Leaning forward he quickly pressed their lips together, feeling those soft lips against his own, he could taste iron briefly before he was pushed away.
"Feeling better?" Nodding his head, he broke away. "I won't let Izaya mess with you." And what about him? "I can handle myself." His hair was ruffled again. "I won't let you hurt the flea either." Shaking his head, he walked away. Why was his cousin so dense? Taking a deep breath, he raised his fingers to his lips, closing his eyes. After all this time he had finally kissed Shizuo.
"Delic, I'm making dinner. Do you want to help?" The blond nodded, rolling off of the bed. "Sure, I'll help." Anything that kept them together. His fingers smoothed through his hair, grimacing at the loss of his headphones. "I could go and get them back for you." Shaking his head at the thought of Shizuo going back to Izaya, he reached out taking his hand. "No, its fine."
The two of them spent the rest of the evening catching up. His cousin had been through a lot and he hadn't been there. The more he heard about Izaya, the more he wanted to kill him. "How long are you planning on staying." Delic grinned, shifting closer. Still Shizuo didn't react. "I'll stay for as long as you need me."
Delic sighed as Shizuo left the apartment the next morning. He wouldn't see him all day. Laying back he wondered what he should do next. Just over an hour passed, before he grew bored. He had been left a key, he could come and go where he wanted. Straightening up his jacket, he left the apartment.
His mood dropped as he heard Shizuo's voice. "Izaaaaayaaaa!" It was followed by a loud thud. "Catch me if you can, Shizu-chan." Biting his lip, he turned in a different direction, not wanting to see the two together. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the cigarettes he had found, lighting one up. It reminded him of his double. He already knew, Shizuo didn't need him.
It was getting late, but he didn't mind, he was used to it being pitch black, the glare of little lights, the tacky club signs that lit up. If anything it was a comfort. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he went in search for something familiar.
It wasn't long before he stopped outside what looked like a club, pushing the door open so he could get inside. Ah, a host club. Making his way through he noticed how a few women looked up and stared at him. He was used to it, all the attention he received, except for the one person he wanted to look at him. What will it take Shizuo, for you to see me?
"Excuse me, sir?" The man in front of him had his hair done neatly, he could tell he was dressed to impress. Another host. "Are you in the right place?" The other male was looking him up and down. "I'm staying in Ikebukuro for a while, I was having a look around." Tensed shoulders seemed to relax. "But you are a host?" Delic nodded, holding out his hand. "Delic Heiwajima, I work in Kyoto." And now the tension was gone completely. "Sorry, I thought you worked for our competitors. Are you looking for work?" Nodding his head, he followed after the now smiling host.
It wasn't long before he had been given his own area, his name added to the list. Relaxing back against the seat, he waited for his first client. "I haven't seen you in here before." He could tell that she was a regular, constantly skipping from one host to another. The amount of perfume she had on made him feel ill, but he forced a smile. "I've just started. Be gentle okay?" He reached out, helping to lower her down next to him. The woman giggled, looking up into his eyes. Just like that he already had her.
Delic never truly put Shizuo out of his mind, he just switched his brain off, relying on his charm. The next client was a little bit full on, a low cut dress, already showing him everything that he didn't want to see. Her long hair got in his face as she tried to climb over him. Manicured nails scraped against his cheek. "Come back to mine? I'll pay extra." He was used to dealing with problems like these.
Unfortunately he didn't get the chance. "Deli-chan, there you are." That voice sent unwelcome shivers down his spine. Izaya appeared in front of him like a damn devil. The woman glared at the intrusion, before realising who she was glaring at. It looked like what Shizuo had told him was true. Picking up her high heels, she ran.
Delic didn't bother watching, the annoyance dropped down beside him. "What do you want?" He really hated that smirk. "Shizu-chan asked me to find you. I am an informant." Shaking his head, he got up about to ask for his next client. "You're a bad boy, Deli-chan. Worrying him like that." It occurred to him that he hadn't called or let Shizuo know where he was or when he would be back. "Shit." Letting one of his fellow hosts know he was leaving, he legged it out of the door.
The host groaned when he knew he was being followed. Shizuo, you really picked a weird one. "Deli-chan!" He really hated that name. "Go away." If only he could throw something at him. "Don't you want your headphones back?" His head snapped up, turning around. "Give them back." He could see them in Izaya's hands. A birthday present he had been given from Shizuo, they were important. "Come and get them."
Delic blinked in disbelief as the nuisance ran out of sight. What did Shizuo see in him? Biting his lip, he weighted up his options. Leave Izaya be and lose his headphones. Chase Izaya down and get them back. Cursing at the fact he would have to run, he chased after the informant.
His lungs burned, since he wasn't as fast as Shizuo. Still he tried his best, Izaya keeping just about in his view. He followed the stupid twists and turns, his expensive shoes slapping against the rough pavement. No doubt his white suit was ruined as well. It wasn't until he turned the corner that he realised he had lost him completely.
Going through the rest of Shizuo's cigarettes, he trudged back to the apartment. Using his key he unlocked the door, closing it behind him. "Shizuo, I'm home." He didn't get an answer. As it turned out the only light in the apartment that was on, was his cousin's bedroom, the door slightly ajar. As he got closer, he could hear muffled voices. "Nn, more." His face heated up as he realised what he had just pushed the door open to.
There on the bed, was Shizuo on all fours, that damn boyfriend of his, was behind him, shifting back and fourth. He knew what they were doing, it cut into his chest seeing someone else make his precious cousin look like that. "Look Shizu-chan, we have a guest." Shizuo opened his eyes, meeting his own. "Delic. Izaya stop." In response he heard another moan from the blond, Izaya nipping at his shoulder. "Like what you see? Deli-chan."
One of those ringed fingers reached for him before it crooked, beckoning him forward. Closing the door behind him, he moved towards the bed. "Flea, leave him alone." He lowered his head as he heard Izaya laugh. "Really protozoan, you haven't realised yet?" Whatever was said next he didn't hear. Looking up slowly he saw wide coffee eyes staring at him. "...Delic."
He noticed Izaya had already pulled out, his cousin was on his knees in front of him. This was his chance right? For some reason Izaya was helping him. Wasn't he? Shaking his head, Delic leaned forward brushing their lips together. "I love you, Shizuo." Pushing forward he deepened the kiss, knowing at any point he could be rejected, that hand running through his hair.
He didn't get any of that. Poking his tongue out, the blond silently asked for entrance. Relief ran through him as Shizuo parted his lips. Cupping his chin, he went further, sucking on the blond's lips, his tongue delving into the warm cavern. His hands were clenched at his side, wondering how much further they could go.
Delic let out a hiss as he felt a sharp pain across his chest. He hated pain. Breaking away, he glanced down at the pink shirt now useless. Shrugging off his jacket, he sighed at the state of his shirt, removing it quickly. A vertical line of blood ran down his chest. Glancing up he met those crimson eyes and shivered. "You cut me!"
"Yes, I did. Ow." Shizuo had given him a slap across the back of the head. Looking back down, he watched a small drop of blood run down his chest. It wasn't what caught his attention. He could see every inch of Shizuo, including the erection he still had. Shifting his position, he lowered his head, his lips touching the top of the tip. "Delic, you don't have to-ah!" Opening his mouth he tried to see how far he could go, deep throating the blond and feeling the coarse hairs tickling his face. "Shit!"
Shizuo's voice was music to his ears, the moans increasing as he licked and sucked, bobbing his head and trying to pleasure him. Fingers found purchase in his hair, he knew by the feel that they belonged to his cousin, but the way they gripped him made him smile. He was finally noticing him. "Stop, Nn." Still he carried on going, lifting his gaze to see the flushed cheeks. He had done this.
He was caught of guard as Shizuo came, releasing into the back of his throat. Swallowing automatically, he lifted his head away, minding his teeth. "Not bad, Deli-chan." He didn't know what Izaya's game was, but he knew he was already a part of it. Their positions changed, Delic finding himself pressed against the covers, Izaya hovering over him. It took little work, before his pants and boxers were gone, leaving him exposed. Shizuo was behind him, watching the both of them.
If he was a host, then Izaya was a miracle worker. Those slim hands gripped his rising cock, while soft lips went to work on the rest of his body, quickly losing himself under the spell. "I'd say he's the same size as you, Shizu-chan." Opening his eyes, he found himself staring up into coffee eyes full of awareness. Not once did he look away. He shivered as he felt sharp teeth latch onto one of his nipples. "Stop, it hurts."
He heard a sigh from Izaya at that. "Shizu-chan likes pain." Well he didn't. "Leave him alone." His double climbed over him at Izaya's instruction, so that he sat on his stomach. Delic watched his cousin arch his back, a loud cry leaving him. From where he was he could see the raven doing something. Reaching up, he pulled his soon to be lover down, so their bare skin was touching as they shared another kiss.
"Hn. Fuck!" On top of him he watched the blond moan, cheeks flushed, their groins touched and he couldn't help but rock their bodies together. "There! Do it again." He wasn't sure if it was him or Izaya, but he did it again, creating more friction. Moving his hand, he managed to get a hold of both of their erections, pumping the both of them. "Izaya! Delic!" He had never thought he would hear his name spoken like that.
His hand was slapped away, before they could find release. "Shuffle down." Delic realised that Izaya had been preparing Shizuo. He watched as his cousin shuffled down, ass raised. He let out a gasp as his cock was touched, something wet and cold, covering him. "All done." Izaya's cheery voice broke through his thoughts. His double was lowered, the head of his dick pressing against Shizuo's ass. Resisting the urge to thrust up into that tight heat, he kept his body rigid, reluctantly allowing the informant to control their movements.
Above him he could see Shizuo with his mouth open, eyes filled with concentration as he was breached. Neither one unable to take it any more. He thrust up at the same time Shizuo forced himself down, both of them crying out. He could feel tears welling up. After all this time. Before he could brush them away, gently fingers captured them. "I'm sorry, Delic." It didn't matter.
Shizuo lifted himself up, before slamming back down, changing angles to try and hit that one spot. "There!" Delic thrust upwards, making sure to abuse that spot every time, his fingers exploring his cousin's almost perfect body, except for that one scar. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had done it. "More. Delic." Throwing caution to the wind he did everything to please Shizuo.
"Ah, cumming." Delic hissed as the hot walls around him got tighter, making it hard for him to move. The blond was already laying back on his chest, coming down from his high. His own body tensed as he released his own seed inside his cousin. Closing his eyes, he rested back against the covers. "It's not over yet."
He couldn't see anything, but judging by Shizuo's reaction, Izaya was doing something. He got his answer several seconds later, as something pushed against his cock. "No. Get it out." Gritting his teeth, he felt the tight passage get even tighter, Izaya pressed in next to him. "Say when, Shizu-chan."
"Hurry up." It was Izaya that controlled the pace, trying to find a pattern they could both follow. When he pulled out, Izaya thrust in. It was painful at first for all of them, but the look on Shizuo's face was worth it. "Ah hah more!" He was forced to adjust to the new pace the raven set, both of them pounding into the blond's sweet spot on after another.
Looking up he could see Shizuo was in ecstasy, body clamping down on both of them, plunging down into every thrust. The sounds of their unified pants and moans filled the room, along with the sound of heated skin slapping together. "Fuck, close so close." He loved that voice. Wrapping his hand around the swollen cock, he jerked his hand harshly a few times, sending his dear cousin over the edge. This time when Shizuo slumped forward, he didn't wake up, soundly asleep on his chest.
A few last desperate movements and he was shooting his load into the blond again, followed by Izaya. Lifting Shizuo up slightly, he pulled out of that tight heat, smiling as he watched his seed dribble from that perfect ass. Bringing his arms around him, Delic kept Shizuo in a warm embrace, closing his own eyes. It wasn't long before Izaya cleaned them all up, even him and settled into the bed next to them.
Moving his legs, he pulled the covers over them, closing his eyes again. This was what he had bee waiting for, all those years and attempts and now he finally had him. Shizuo saw him as another man and not just family. His eyes snapped open as he felt something touch the inside of his thigh, brushing against his unused entrance. His body jolted, turning to glare at the smirking raven. "What are you doing?"
"Hm? What do you think I'm doing?" He tried to move away from that hand. "You're mine too now, Deli-chan." A ringed finger jabbed at his chest. "This marks you as mine, the same as Shizu-chan." Ah, so that was his game. "Like I said before, I look forward to having a lot of fun with you." Slapping that wondering hand away, he carded his fingers through the sleeping blond's hair. I love you, Shizuo.
End