Title:- Magnetic attraction

Pairing:- Izuo

Rating:- M

Warnings:- language, violence, yaoi

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- There's only one thing Izaya loves more than his humans.

Requested by:- Guest and guest

Shizuo doesn't remember exactly when it started. A shudder takes over his body, heated desire at his back. Again. Back when they were brats they'd joked about ass, tits and legs. As it turned out the most dangerous in their little group was an ass man and not just any ass. His.

"Quit staring!" Shizuo snaps not turning around. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to acknowledge Izaya's lust filled gaze on his behind. He should have known not to try new clothes around the flea.

"Kasuka-kun had them tailored for you?" Izaya asks still staring at his behind.

Shizuo sighs cursing as Izaya's coffee cup decides to leap from his hands. The last thing he needed was to break one of the flea's possessions, it hadn't gone so well last time. He caught it in the last moment. Unfortunately he was bent over giving Izaya a generous view of his behind.

"Don't worry your cup isn't broken." Shizuo grumbled straightening and taking the cup to the kitchen.

"I think maybe you should give me a twirl in these new jeans of yours." Izaya purred. Shizuo glanced towards the door wondering if he could get out on time. Then again did he really want Izaya stalking him around Ikebukuro drawing attention to his ass?

"Hah." With a disgruntled sigh the semi unhappy blond trudged towards Izaya now propped against his desk gaze gravitated to his butt.

"Mm. that must be one painful erection, Shizu-chan." Izaya teased.

Shizuo sighed. So he was a hypocrite. Who didn't like being praised or complimented? It was the only reason he put up with the flea's shit. Out of all Izaya's precious humans the one picked had been him. How was that for a confidence booster? Unfortunately if he let it get to his head he'd find Izaya mercilessly trying to tear him down. That usually involved him spread eagled and paddles.

So he walked around the room parading around in short circles with just a little wiggle in his tush. Izaya didn't once take his eyes away and Shizuo as predicted swelled, the shape pronounced in the tight bloody jeans.

Risking a glance over at the flea, Shizuo shouldn't have been surprised to see Izaya filming his walk. "Don't you dare send that to Kasuka." Shizuo grumbled.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Shizu-chan." Izaya smirked. "I don't want anyone else taking my perfect ass. Come here."

Fuck it. He was hard anyway. He knew it. Izaya knew it. The strain in his new jeans new it. Shizuo walked over to the desk and for once Izaya's red eyes flicked up to meet his eyes, leaving it quite obvious he'd be staying the night.

Shizuo gasped-he shouldn't have been surprised anymore- as Izaya slapped his butt and pulled him forward trapping him between his legs. Izaya's hands were firm splayed on his ass and squeezing like a stress ball. Shizuo frowned hoping that wasn't the case. The ones in Izaya's drawer had been shredded.

Izaya's head rested casually against his chest and Shizuo relented knowing it was the only form of hug he'd ever get. "These jeans are perfect." Izaya purred squeezing a bit harder. "Perfect jeans for a perfect ass. Shizu-chan, take them off. You can't wear them around anyone but me."

Shizuo grumbled used to Izaya's antics. "What am I supposed to wear then?"

"Not sure yet. A skirt?"

Resisting the urge to smack the flea, Shizuo waited for Izaya to stop groping his ass. "Hm, these aren't so good after all. I can't get my hands down the back."

Popping the button open and unzipping his fly, Shizuo shivered as Izaya gave him a panty wetting smile. Not that he was wearing panties. That would just be weird and- whatever. Whilst Izaya worshipped his ass that meant his cock and dignity suffered. So maybe the pink silk was on view.

Izaya's hands gratefully slid down the back of his jeans, sighing in relieved pleasure. "That's better." The flea murmured groping his cheeks.

Shizuo shivered closing his eyes and feeling Izaya's hands move caressing his buttocks. A little hard, a little soft like the kneading of bread dough. At least that's what the recipe had said. There was a reason he didn't cook. Did he mention his sink needed replacing? The all knowing flea had told him it was okay to wash the mixture down the sink when he messed up. That's why he was here in the first place. There were some things even he couldn't beat. Unless it was eggs. He could beat eggs. Just couldn't flip them. His concentration meant strength and that meant egg missiles attacking the ceiling.

It didn't matter anyway. Kasuka had paid for a hotel but Izaya would keep him here. As long as the flea cooked he didn't mind. If not they were both fucked.

Izaya smoothed fingers down the crack of his butt moving a little too close to his exit. Or entrance. He'd long since been taught that anything would go in there. All in the pursuit of complimenting his behind.

Shizuo jolted Izaya's sneaky finger rubbing right over his rim. The damn thing had a mind of its own twitching and throbbing ready to become the monster Izaya had made it.

"Shizu-chan." Izaya breathed against his chest. Shit he should have gone topless. "Do you mind if these jeans were ruined?"

Shizuo settled for a glare.

"Right. They're from Kasuka." Izaya grinned looking up at him. "I brought you some clothes too. Why don't you try them on?"

Was it too late to run? It might be preferably to fight the beige looking monster growing in his pipes.

x-x-x

Shizuo sighed submitting himself to Izaya's unhappy glare. "They're not going over my thighs." He sighed looking down at the leather pants reaching his knee.

"Sure they will." Izaya decided optimistic. "Stand up."

Wobble around like an idiot more like. Still Shizuo stood and Izaya grabbed the waist of the pants and pulled. They didn't budge resting stubbornly on his knees.

"Izaya they're not going on."

"Shizu-chan, shut up and pull." So he did using his strength and the damn things ripped. Izaya's horror and wailed "no" were evident. "Damn. Maybe I should have had them tailor made too. Alright, next."

Shizuo slumped pulling off the remains of the leather a little down. They would have suffocated his cock but made his butt look fantastic.

Grabbing some leather shorts, Shizuo wiggled them on happy when they fit nice and snug. Izaya lit up like a child at Christmas. "Perfect." The flea grinned bouncing on the balls of his feet.

The shorts became pants the fly away material zipping around the bottom of his ass and down along the outside of his legs. Pointless since Izaya only had eyes for his ass.

"Turn over." Izaya moaned salivating. Oh the promises in those eyes.

Shizuo shivered rolling on his belly. Izaya's hand smoothed gently over his butt. "Perfect. Tuck your knees in. Raise your butt."

He did so letting the flea hug his cheeks nuzzling against the leather. Shizuo was more concerned about the neglect his cock was going through. But Izaya was happy and he didn't want to stay in a hotel. Wait. They did room service. Damn.

"It's amazing Shizu-chan." Izaya gushed groping him again and kissing his ass. Shizuo heard the slight suction of Izaya's kisses. And then he felt teeth. Sharp teeth chomp into his flesh as if he was an apple.

"Oi!"

"I can't wait any longer, Shizu-chan." Izaya whined rutting against him. Shizuo shivered at the hard on rubbing against him.

More worrisome was the tip of Izaya's knife resting against his crotch. The material ripped at the seams showing off the panties. The material ripped from his crotch and down his legs. His ass stayed intact.

"There we go." Izaya cooed talking to his damn ass.

Shizuo shivered stroking over his cock with his own hands. A small moan escaped when Izaya slid his finger underneath his panties and pressed inside. Not before teasing and appreciating his little bud.

Despite being a little rough and a lot possessive, Izaya had never once torn his ass. There had been no pain, no blood, no infections. The flea diligently took care of his ass.

One finger became two and two became three. Shizuo moaned burying his head in the pillow. He was bad at maths but he knew after three was four and not a tongue. The feeling of Izaya's wet appendage spearing his ring was something he'd never forget.

The flea's hands groped, stroked and caressed, tongue flicking, twirling and exploring his recently douched inner channel. Izaya hugged his legs and finally another part of him was getting attention...or not. Izaya just wanted his cheeks tighter to crush his face.

Still it felt good if not a little embarrassing, so he closed his eyes and pleasured himself taking care of his nipples and rubbing against his cock. "Mm."

It took a while for Izaya to pull his head out of his ass but it was worth the wait having the flea's bare cock rubbing excitedly between his cheeks. Shizuo sighed as Izaya thrust between them wondering if he'd be cleaning his back again or if Izaya could hold himself until actually being inside him.

x-x-x

Shizuo sighed a little bored now. He might as well cut his ass off and have it stuffed for the flea. As it was Izaya had asked for a mould of his butt last birthday, which now sat on the wall in Izaya's office.

His cock was still hard though and neglected. His ass however was sore, bitten, kissed and had friction burns down the crease of his ass. Though maybe that was because Izaya had discovered a few small growing hairs and stopped everything to give him a Brazilian.

Now at last they were back on track, his bare ass up in the air waiting for attention, whilst his poor dick was stuck in the shadows loved only by him. But that was what he got when dealing with an ass man.

"See. So smooth." Izaya beamed sliding between his cheeks and lavishing kisses against his stinging crack. Shizuo didn't answer because asses didn't talk. Unless you were Izaya and then all he did was talk.

The problem with Izaya screwing him was that he became even more psychotic. Shizuo shivered as finally finally Izaya plunged in and ploughed ahead for the exploration of his inner channel.

Izaya cried out grinding his hips and hugging his ass- still not touching his cock. The flea was loud making his pleasure known as well as declaring his undying love for his ass.

Grinding, thrusting, teasing, still groping. Biting. Why was Izaya still chomping away at his ass. The positioning must be awkward. Shizuo cried out spasms ripping through his nerves as they little special target was hit.

Faster and harder Izaya pulsed against that sweet spot angling him for better penetration. Shizuo mewled and cried out once trying to turn over. Soon he was done, cream in his panties and spent.

Izaya however was an addict possessed slamming into him again and again and again, coating his inner walls gleefully. Shizuo shuddered pressing against the mattress to pull himself from the bed.

He wasn't going anywhere through, Izaya's arm hooking around his midsection and pulling him back for another round. Shizuo took it feeling his cock swell and rise. His knees dig forward trying to escape. But Izaya had him and wouldn't be letting go. Two inches forward and a cock slamming back.

x-x-x

Shizuo couldn't walk, let alone crawl. Dragging his tired body across the floor, the blond shivered feeling Izaya's seed slosh against his inner walls and oozing from his entrance. Shizuo stopped shivering as it came out dripping down his inner thighs.

"There you are." Izaya was back holding tissues and a wet cloth. Shizuo continued his pained crawl across the bedroom floor.

Izaya whistled. "Perfect. It's so perfect. Look how my seed compliments you."

Shizuo rolled his eyes. Izaya was talking to his butt again.

"Where are you going?" Izaya stopped him. "You can't go after showing me something like this."

Shit. The flea was behind him fully aroused. Again. Shizuo cried out as his swollen entrance was filled again. His hand moved forward but Izaya wasn't budging. Hot and rigid inside him pressing his weight down and starting again. What was it, the fourth or fifth round?

Shizuo tried again only for Izaya to yank him back and slam forward. Slowly he was inching himself to the door, unfortunately Izaya was along for the ride.

x-x-x

Spent again. Shizuo crawled slowly from the bedroom carpet burns on his knees and his dick limp between his legs. That should be it now. Izaya had come inside him again before sitting on the carpet, equally limp.

Except for when the flea stared at his ass lovestruck. Oh shit. Shizuo tried to move faster but his hips were protesting. A shadow passed over him and he knew it was too late. Izaya's hand caressed his cheek and then the flea was on him stopping him from going anywhere else.

x-x-x

Shizuo sighed. He'd finally escaped. As it turned out Izaya couldn't cook so he'd volunteered to go and get sushi. A lie of course. He was going back to the hotel for room service and a break from all the crawling and abuse to his ass. That would earn him punishment later on but considering Izaya only saw his behind there wasn't much the flea could do.

He would probably be punished anyway for sneaking out wearing the jeans Kasuka had brought him. They were snug and comfortable. A wolf whistle made him jump. Maybe it would have been better not to wear them. Who knew how many ass men there were out there perving over his rump.

"Nice legs!" Shizuo paused wondering if he'd heard correctly. A small smile tugged at his lips.

Gently patting his legs Shizuo whispered "see someone loves you." Feeling as happy as he could with a thoroughly fucked ass and sore hips, Shizuo made his escape to the safety of his hotel room happily absorbing the whistles and comments for his legs.

End