DURARARA! HAS FINALLY RECEIVED A SECOND SEASON. I REPEAT: THE DURARARA! FANDOM HAS RISEN. And we have taken over tumblr. Oh, God, I am so excited. It was revealed a week ago and I'm still so excited. When I found out, I literally fell out of my chair. Literally. That kind of clumsy is strictly saved for Pewdiepie let's plays, the first season of Supernatural (seriously; it was terrifying), and extreme surprise.

So, let's all just have a group hug, and thank the anime gods for blessing us.

"There were less than you think."

Kida rolled over to face Izaya. "Hm?" he mumbled groggily. The alarm clock had just gone off, and he barely had his eyes open.

"You asked about who I've been with."

The boy stiffened, now completely awake. "Izaya, you don't ha—"

"No, it's okay. It's only natural for you to be curious."

"That doesn't mean I should try to find out from someone else. I was wrong to do that, so don't feel obligated to tell me."

The informant sat up. "I feel obligated to tell you because of the way I reacted. Yes, it was wrong of you, but I undoubtedly made the situation worse tenfold."

Kida also rose, curling into the man. He still wanted to know, and Izaya wanted to tell him as an apologetic gesture. He wasn't going to stop him. "Alright…"

"There have been 12, not including you. Kenji was the only one I was even remotely serious with, and you know the extent of that. The majority were women, and I was never with any of them more than three or four times—excluding Kenji."

"Okay."

"Does any of that make you…feel better about anything?"

Kida laced their fingers together. "I wasn't trying to feel something. I was just curious."

"Are you surprised at all?"

"Well, I did think the number would be higher, and I thought you preferred men."

"I prefer you."

Kida smiled up at him. "Cheesy as always."

"I thought it was romantic."

"It was a bit of both."

"How about we stop discussing my lines, and get ready? You'll be late if you don't hurry up."

"What are you talking about?" the younger male scoffed. "You woke me up at the first alarm. That means you'll either force me to do homework that I purposely shrugged off, make me take a shower, or you want sex."

Izaya nudged him with his elbow. "Don't act like I'm predictable. Maybe I just wanted to have a proper breakfast with you."

"That's the second alarm, and you aren't predictable at all. I've just lived with you long enough to know your morning routine—because I'm part of it. I'd never call you predictable, anyway. You get angry when I say anything along those lines."

"I'm supposed to predict what others will do. It makes me uncomfortable when someone knows my next move."

Kida kissed his chin. "We've discussed this before. I know these things because I'm close to you. Besides, do you really think that I have any idea of what you'll do next most of the time?"

The raven patted his head. "No."

"So… Which did you wake me up for?"

"Did you push off any homework?"

"No."

"You took a shower before bed, right?"

"Yes."

Izaya was silent.

"I thought that might be it." He raised himself onto the man's lap and kissed him. "It's been awhile."

"I don't want to deprive you, Masaomi~" Izaya purred. He licked the shell of his ear. "It would be cruel of me to keep you waiting any longer."

Kida made a noise close to a snort. "Right. I'm definitely the horny one here."

"Exactly."

The teen rolled his eyes, but he didn't object when Izaya laid him on his back. Since they both only slept in their boxers, they quickly unclothed. The informant lifted the boy's legs and pressed his thighs toward his chest. He heard him inhale sharply. "Is this alright?"

"Yeah. It's fine," he replied in a somewhat strained voice. "We're usually done by now. If we take our time, I'll be late."

"Got it." He spat into his hand and coated his member. Izaya thrusted into him fully, making the boy cry out in pain.

"Why?" he groaned.

The older male shrugged. "You said to hurry."

"Not if it means tearing me apart from the inside."

"Do you want me to continue, or no? I'll stop if it hurts." He meant what he said, but his tone held slight annoyance.

"It always hurts. Keep going."

Izaya nodded and rolled his hips slowly, easily finding Kida's sweet spot.

"F-faster!" the boy cried.

The older male sped up, but only slightly, and his thrusts were of lower impact.

"Quit worrying and fuck me harder, dammit!"

Izaya smiled at his little fireball. He complied, both speeding up and hitting harder. Kida groaned in satisfaction. "So much energy for so early in the morning, Masaomi."

Kida raised his arms up, trying to reach the man. "I-Izaya, kiss me."

Still smiling, he angled his hips so he could continue to thrust without his upper body moving. He kissed the boy gently, but was bombarded by the teen's tongue.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, Kida released onto his stomach. Izaya finished a few seconds later, groaning in pleasure. He flopped beside him on the bed and pulled him in. "We have to take a shower, you know."

"I have to take a shower. You'll just try to have your way with me again if we go in together."

"Don't use that phrase. It implies that I've done something without consent."

"That's not what I meant."

"Yeah, I know. Still, I'd prefer if you didn't say it, alright?"

"Okay."

The boys lay together for a few brief moments before Kida slipped from Izaya's grasp and left the room to get ready. When he finally arrived at school, it was midway into second period. No matter how much he hated being late, he couldn't deny that Izaya was worth it.

"Hey, Masaomi-kun."

Kida looked up to see a trio of his classmates. The three males smiled at the boy, who was eating lunch alone under a tree. Most students either ate in a classroom or on the roof; he preferred to eat outside, away from everyone. Ever since he lost Mikado and Anri, he distanced himself from the rest of his peers.

"Why do you eat here? Why are you always alone?" one asked.

"Um... I just like it outside."

"What about the roof?"

"I like the shade from this tree." He ate another piece of maki from the bento box Izaya had made him that morning, avoiding their eyes.

A boy crouched down. "There are a lot of rumors going around about you."

"Yeah, we hear you've been whoring around. Is it true that you'll hookup with anyone?"

Kida looked at him in disbelief. He wondered where they possibly could've heard this. Only one person at Raira hated him enough to spread such a horrible rumor, but she was warned not to. He closed his mouth, previously agape, and came up with a smooth response. "I don't know who told you that, but it's not true."

One boy grabbed the blonde's shirt and yanked him to his feet. Another pushed him into the tree, moving far too close for Kida's comfort.

"We have a pretty reliable source. The most interesting thing I heard is that you play for the other team."

Kida swallowed nervously. "I...don't know what you're talking about. Leave me alone."

"Do you really want me to?" The boy reached under the blonde's shirt and ran his hand along his side. "They say you're a slut who'll go for anyone."

As Kida started to answer, the boy's hand was torn away from him and twisted around with a sickening crack. He was kicked to the ground before he could cry out.

Kida looked up to see a familiar pair of red eyes looking him up and down, searching for any signs of injury.

He answered the unspoken question. "I'm fine."

Izaya nodded. He turned to face the two boys still standing. With a quick glance at the sobbing boy holding his wrist, he cracked his knuckles and smiled. "Anyone else?"

The teens looked at each other fearfully. Without a word, they hastily ran back into the school.

Once they were inside, the informant made his way back to Kida.

"You didn't have to do that. I was fine on my own."

"No, you weren't. I could tell from their body language that they were ready to jump you if their idiotic leader told them to. You couldn't have taken on all three of them."

Kida crossed his arms. "Why are you here, anyway? Do you watch me when I'm at school?"

Izaya pulled the boy's arms apart. "The school wants to talk to me about why I'm your emergency contact. Apparently, they frown upon a 23-year-old not related to you in any way acting as your guardian. They said I should come in today to settle things."

"My guardian, huh? Well, you're doing a fantastic job in playing that role. Though I think we do some things that would be frowned upon in a guardian-minor relationship."

"I take care of you."

"In many different ways."

He cupped the side of Kida's face with a gentle hand. "It's a good thing I showed up when I did. Teenagers can be so cruel. I wish that I could always protect you from them." He leaned in and kissed him briefly.

"How many times do I have to remind you that I can take care of myself? You're not my bodyguard."

"How many times do I have to remind you that I don't like when people touch what belongs to me?" he growled.

"They were just calling me names. He wouldn't have done anything."

The informant smiled, tipping Kida's chin up with his finger. "Yes, I heard. It seems they haven't been informed that you're my slut, exclusively."

Kida blushed. "Izaya, that guy is still here..."

They both stared at the stunned boy sitting a bit away from them, clutching his wrist. Kida was surprised to see how well he was holding up, considering the severity of his injury.

"I don't think he'll tell anyone about this. Unless, that is, he wants to have another body part twisted around."

"Are you two...? So, Masaomi-kun is gay?"

Izaya glared at him with piercing red irises. "It's none of your business. I think it would be best if you went to see the school nurse; your wrist is fractured, if not broken. Tell her how you clumsily fell on it the wrong way."

Following the example of his friends, the boy scrambled to his feet and ran into the school.

"Do kids pick on you a lot?"

"No. That was pretty much the first time."

"Who started those rumors?"

The teen sighed. "Honestly, I'm not sure. It might be Rio, but I thought she was too scared to cross you. You literally threatened to kill her."

"That girl will do anything for attention," the man scoffed. "Especially mine." He kissed Kida again, lingering close to his lips.

Kida linked their fingers together. "What are you going to tell the school?"

"I'll just say that I'm a family friend, and you're staying with me until you can work to get your own place. I faked some guardianship papers just in case."

The teen rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child. I was fine living on my own."

"You're only a first year. I'm not sure how you even managed to talk your way into getting those part-time jobs."

Kida hooked his arms around Izaya's shoulders and smiled playfully. "You're calling me young? Are we going to discuss our arguably unnatural age difference again? I mean, from anyone else's point of view, you're just taking advantage of a naïve teenager. You took me in, gave me a place to stay without asking for anything in return. It was only a matter of time before I realized what you really wanted, and eventually gave in."

"I see how others might not understand. However, they probably don't know that you're quite mature for your age." Izaya pinned his arms to the tree and breathed hot air into his ear. "They also don't know how you beg me for more and scream my name when I give it to you," he said in a deep, seductive voice.

"Hnn, Izaya. N-not...here," Kida breathed.

The raven sucked on the corner of his jawbone. "Why not? Your classmates can't see us."

"Class...starts soon. I can't show up late in...th-this condition." He desperately tried to hold himself together, but he was rapidly losing his ability to resist the temptation.

Izaya pressed his lower half against Kida, moving his hips around. "What condition? Do you mean sweaty and disheveled? Or maybe you don't want to be turned on and frustrated around your peers?"

"Izaya, seriously. Stop. We can do this...later."

He kissed the teen with a gentleness that made him long for more.

"I suppose I could wait a few more hours. I think we should take a long, hot shower when you get home. We haven't done that for awhile, and I've thought up a new position that I've been dying to try out." Izaya licked his ear and whispered, in extreme detail, what he planned to do.

The blonde exhaled shakily, sweat forming at his brows as he stared into crimson eyes gleaming with lust. "There's an...empty classroom on the second floor."

"But you said we should wait, Masaomi. You need to go to class," he taunted cruelly.

"There's two weeks left. I don't care about class anymore," he replied in an urgent tone.

Izaya smiled. "Why don't we do it here?"

"Outside?" he exclaimed.

"Yes. The bark might hurt, though." He pulled Kida along by his wrist and pressed him into the concrete wall of the school.

The blonde looked around. The blinds were drawn on the first two floors of the building, but the third had a few windows open. There was a class in session. If a kid looked down and a bit behind him, he would have a clear view of Kida and Izaya.

"Someone could see us!"

"Shh. If you're loud, someone might hear us as well." He grinned slyly. "Exciting, isn't it?" The informant unbuttoned Kida's pants and slid them to his ankles along with his boxers.

The blonde reluctantly stepped out of them, doubting that their little escapade would end well. However, Izaya was right about him being incredibly frustrated. His will to resist the man was completely gone.

He undid his own pants and pulled out his member through the hole in his boxers. "Should we try that new move here? I think you'll really like it."

Kida blushed. "I don't... I don't know if I can..."

"You're very flexible. This shouldn't be a problem." Izaya grabbed Kida's thigh and slowly guided the leg over his shoulder.

Kida winced a bit, but he was surprised to find that it didn't hurt too badly.

Izaya conveniently grabbed a small bottle of lotion from his pocket and squeezed some onto his hand. Instead of coating his fingers, he moved directly to his cock.

"Aren't you going to...prepare me first?"

"We had sex this morning, remember? You shouldn't be too tight." He kissed Kida roughly, smothering his cry as he thrusted fully into him. "See, this isn't so bad."

He glared at the man. "That fucking hurt."

Izaya kissed his neck. "How does this feel?" He rolled his hips, sending shivers up Kida's spine.

"Ugh. Right...hah...there." He tugged on the black hair, swallowing a moan.

The raven snickered. "I see that this position is working well for you."

"Just hurry up and finish."

Izaya stopped moving. Kida opened one eye, wondering why he paused. When he saw the expression on the man's face, he quickly thought up something—anything to say. "If you try something, I'll hold out on you for a week and walk around in only your boxers just to torment you."

"That's quite a threat, Masaomi. I'm impressed." He started to move again, muffling the boy's moaning with his hand. "You're the noisy one." He took his hand away.

Kida brought it back. "Keep this here until you finish."

"Why?"

"Because I don't trust myself to keep my voice down, and I'd rather not have my classmates catch me having gay sex with a grown man outside in the middle of the school day."

"So, there are many things wrong with this situation, then?"

The teen held Izaya's hand over his mouth and pushed into him, encouraging him to move with more intensity. The informant agreed with this, forcing the boy's leg into a deeper stretch as he sped up. He continuously hit Kida's prostate, keeping his hand in place as he'd requested. A few seconds later, they both came with loud, muffled moans.

When Kida looked up, he noticed Izaya staring at his sweatshirt. It was an out-of-uniform day, so he wore his usual outfit of jeans and his white sweatshirt. He followed Izaya's eyes and quickly snapped his head back up. "You did that on purpose, asshole," he seethed.

"You're the one who didn't think to take it off."

He put his boxers and jeans on. "I don't have anything to cha—" He stopped speaking when he noticed Izaya taking off his black jacket. Wordlessly, he removed his sweatshirt and took his boyfriend's coat. Once it was zipped up completely, he looked at the man sourly. "I know what you're doing."

Izaya looked at him with feigned innocence. "What do you mean? I'm just being chivalrous."

"You're marking your fucking territory."

"It's not the fur-lined one. Who would guess that it's my jacket?"

"Rio, definitely; you know that. She stalked you for awhile; probably knows everything in your wardrobe. You might as well hold up a sign in her face that says something incredibly explicit. We might run into her on our way to the office. If she sees us walking in together, with me wearing this, she'll know exactly what we've been up to."

"What's wrong with that?"

"It'll just piss her off even more."

Izaya shrugged. "I'm going to find out who started these rumors, and I'll make sure they never speak a word against you ever again."

"You do realize that you're extremely overprotective, right?"

The informant blinked. "Yes. Why?"

"Never mind," he mumbled. "Let's just go." He lead them towards the main entrance, stopping by the dumpster to throw away his sweatshirt, and making sure to briefly glare at the man as he did so.

"Why are you not living with your parents?"

"They left me."

The woman wrote something down on her notepad. "Didn't you consider living with a friend or other family member?"

"My family lives too far away, and I didn't want to bother a friend with something like this."

The lady turned to Izaya. "Why is he staying with you?"

"I'm an old family friend. He's just staying with me until he can afford his own place."

"He has a job at 15?"

"No. He does some work for me, though."

She raised an eyebrow. "What is your line of work?"

"I'm an English and French tutor."

"I see…" She made another note. "I don't think that the conditions he's living in are appropriate for a growing boy. He needs to find somewhere else to go."

"What do you mean? He's fairly mature, so he can take care of himself. I'm just there whenever he needs me."

"You're taking advantage of him."

"He's not even paying rent."

The woman clenched her fist. "What I meant to say, is that your relationship is inappropriate."

Kida swallowed nervously. "What relationship?"

"You know exactly what I'm getting at; don't make me explain it. This boy is fifteen, and you're in your twenties. On top of that, he's living with you."

"Look, I understand your concern, but he's just fine with me. I've been checking his grades, so I know that he's at the top of his class; I just received the results from his fitness testing, and he's completely healthy; I know he behaves because he's never gotten a detention or complaint from a teacher. I don't see the problem here."

"You read the results of my fitness testing?"

"Yes, and apparently your weight is normal, so I'll stop forcing food on you."

"Fantastic…"

"Also, you need to work on your upper arm strength. I think I have some dumbbells lying around. You should use them when you're watching television."

"Can we not talk about this right now?"

Izaya sat back in his chair and made the gesture of zipping his lips together.

"The problem here is that your relationship is unnatural."

"You're not a fan of gay couples, then?"

"That's not it. It's your age difference."

"Age is but a number. Masaomi is very mature and exceptionally intelligent. I'm not taking advantage of him. He's with me because he wants this. We've been together for months. If he wanted out, he would've done it a long time ago."

The woman tapped her pen on her desk. She stared at the teen intently. "Masaomi-kun, are you sure that you're comfortable living with him?"

"I'm sure."

She made a final note and placed it in a folder. She folded her hands on her desk and smiled humorlessly. "Well, everything seems fine. You're free to go."

"Thank you." He elbowed Kida, and he gave a mumbled thanks.

As they stood in the hall, preparing to part ways, Kida fought the urge to kiss him. The man had fought hard for him, and won. He was too charming to resist.

"Two weeks."

"Hm?"

"I'll be out of here in two weeks. After that, we can be together all the time." He thought he caught something flicker in Izaya's eyes. "I mean, I won't be with you all the time; that would just be annoying. I'm going to get a summer job. Maybe I could take up a sport, too."

Izaya grinned. "Don't do that. You won't annoy me by being around all the time. And you work for me, remember?"

The teen lowered his voice. "I don't want to keep mooching off of my boyfriend. It's enough that you handle the bills and don't make me pay rent."

"You aren't paying rent because it's not necessary. I make a lot of money; much more than enough to support us both."

"But—"

"Masaomi, don't worry about these kinds of things." He placed his hand on the boy's head and smiled. "Go to class. I'll see you in a few hours."

After a bit under 2 months, I have FINALLY caught up with Supernatural. Bless Netflix. I feel like this is a milestone in my life. I watched all 8.7 seasons. AND THEY WERE FREAKING AMAZING (ESPECIALLY SEASON 9). I laughed, I cried, I shipped Dean and Ezekiel, I reconsidered it given their situation, I decided to go with it anyway, I laughed some more, then Gadreel was revealed, and I cried a lot more.

The next Pandora chapter comes out soon… I've somehow avoided the temptation of reading the spoilers. To all of the Pandora Hearts fans out there, I wish you good luck, and hope that nobody else that I love dies.