Title:- Not so hidden desires
Pairing:- Karisawa x Shizuo, Izuo
Rating:- M
Warning:- language, violence, yaoi
Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara
Summary:- Sequel to hidden desires. Izaya snoops around.
A/N:- All requests are up to date and we're over the 50 mark. Ah fuck it, lets make it 100. Requests now reopened but please no shota and no more vocaloid(Done enough of em, me thinks). Now for something new. Enjoy.
"Shizu-chaaan!" The childish informant whined, pulling at his lover's shoulder. Any other day of the week and he would have the blonde eating out of his hand like a dog. Friday's though were different. Friday's were a sacred day for the pair currently glued to their books. Priests and monks had their religion. The two in front of him had their yaoi.
It was annoying to say the least. One whole entire day his presence was ignored like he was some sort of low powered poltergeist. The brute had his name tattooed across his chest and still acted like a love struck teenager gawking over drawn nudes. No scratch that, the good parts were censored. Not the cheap mosaic pixels but clever artistic use of hands and objects obscuring the-
"Why am I getting involved?" Izaya sulked backing away from the books. He could strip down naked and still neither one of them would look at him. Karisawa had let him join the club but that was pointless.
"Finished." Shizuo passed the book over.
"My turn next. Finished this one." Before he could open his mouth, the pair had exchanged books and started reading once again.
"Shizu-chaaan!" Izaya stamped his foot like a petulant child. Ignored. The blonde was ignoring him. Izaya's lips formed into a smirk. So be it. He would make a punishment that lasted from Saturday to Thursday.
Still on his feet, sharp vermilion hues scanned the den. Thanks to his funding, the little club had been moved to a permanent medium sized apartment. Thinking about it now, it was a waste of money to spend on furniture that wasn't used. The pair preferred to sit together at the kotatsu.
Stretching his feet, the raven walked around the perimeter of the apartment, his toes soft against the tatami mats. There was only one window and that was in the small kitchen. The sofa had been cosy enough so that all three of them could sit on it. Against the walls were shelf after shelf. Each book was in favourite order. They were the ones where the pages were slightly yellow, the spines worn.
It had only been a month since the club room had moved. Boxes were still piled up against the wall in the corner, where another shelf hadn't fit. Izaya knew the contents of the boxes. Cosplay, brand new and still in the packaging sex toys. Karisawa had been vague in how she had come to possess them.
Completely bored and in need for inspiration, Izaya skipped across the small room to the unpacked boxes. Neither of the readers acknowledged him. The contents weren't all that surprising. A nurse outfit, a sailor suit, cat ears and a tail; the usual cliches. All of them were small sizes proving the costumes to be Erika's.
In his element, the informant took his time dissecting the box and finding out more about the duo. Izaya's hands stilled, a familiar furry material rubbing against his palm. Brow furrowed, he lifted the fur trimmed parker from the box. It was unmistakably his; a small tear across the right sleeve.
Looking up it was obvious he wouldn't be disturbed. Not when he inspected the coat further or when he found a small usb drive inside the left pocket. Izaya being Izaya swiped the usb, slipping it into his back pocket. Wordlessly he grabbed the coat stuffing it back to the bottom of the box, where it had been hidden.
"Are you done yet?" Izaya threw himself at his lover, draping over a broad back. "Shizu-chaaan!"
"I'm not finished. Shoo." Shizuo grumbled pushing him away.
Izaya narrowed his gaze. "Shoo? Fine. I'll just do my own thing then."
Leaving his lover alone, Izaya propped himself cross legged on the sofa. On the edge was a messenger bag containing his laptop. sliding out the device, Izaya grinned taking the usb from his pocket. It was lucky he had brought some small white and pink headphones along.
x-x-x
Shizuo sat alone in the old den clutching one of the books- it looked like the very first one sitting currently at the top of the shelves. His head was buried in the book, bangs long over his face, a long rip in the shoulder of his shirt.
The door opened, a small crease of light filtering through the door. "Shizu-chan." Karisawa stood at the door with a box. "You're here early."
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep. Feels a lot more comfortable in here." The blonde muttered.
"You didn't give me time to set up." Karisawa whined closing the door. The box was set on the small round table. "It's a very important day today."
"Yeah I know. A limited edition release."
"Oooh, you did keep up on it."
"Pre-ordered. It came late yesterday." Shizuo held up the book. "Sorry to read ahead."
Karisawa sighed. "I forgive you but only because it's your birthday today! Happy Birthday!"
"...thanks."
"You're welcome. I brought this." The box was set gently on the table, the top lifted to reveal a large cake with plenty of fresh cream. "Tada!"
"Thanks Karisawa."
"You could sound happier. What's wrong?"
Shizuo shook his head. "It's not important. Just me being a dumbass. With my stupid feelings. I'm happy about the cake."
He didn't look happy. Karisawa sighed dropping to her knees beside the distraught blonde. "What did we agree about frowny faces in the club?"
"...I hit him. I caught him and shook him like a damn rag doll. Why did I do that?"
"I thought it would be Iza-Iza." Karisawa sighed. "Dotachin saw him. He threw his coat away. What made you so mad?"
"Doesn't matter. I don't-"
"No! Nonono! None of that. Wait here."
"Karisawa-"
"Wait here!" Karisawa demanded standing up. "I'll make sure you enjoy your birthday." Like the wind she was out the door leaving the birthday boy alone.
x-x-x
"Finished." The blonde announced, gently setting the book down on the table. Izaya looked up from the laptop. He wanted to see what happened next. Judging from his ruined coat, it was last year after a particularly heated confrontation. If he remembered rightly, he had jeered and humiliated the blonde.
Quickly disconnecting the usb, Izaya hid the small device in his pocket. "Oh. Ready to go?" He asked offhandedly closing the top down.
"Yeah. I'm all yours." Izaya smiled pleased with the blonde's response. Maybe he would lower the level of the punishment.
"Aw. You have to go already?" Izaya caught a flicker of guilt over his lover's face.
"Yeah. I'll see you soon."
"Okay. Have fun." Karisawa winked.
"Oh I intend to." Izaya grinned licking his lips in anticipation.
"Flea!" The blonde grumbled quickly hurrying to grab his coat and shoes. Izaya smirked tucking his laptop back in the bag. "...are you staying here?"
"No. I'll be leaving after I finish this chapter."
Izaya handed the bag over for his lover to carry. The pair were staring at each other.
"Want me to wait?"
"No. Go and have fun." The otaku grinned.
"Come on, Shizu-chan." Izaya ushered his lover out of the door.
x-x-x
Izaya sat up seeing the other side of the bed was empty. Knowing the blonde couldn't get far,the informant silently slipped from the warmth of the covers.
The protozoan was sitting on the sofa using his laptop. Izaya was glad the usb was safe. He hadn't had a chance to watch the rest yet. With a sigh he moved through the dark, leaning over the edge. "Haven't you got enough books?"
"I'm not looking for me." The blonde responded without hesitation. It was boring that he wasn't surprised. "Karisawa seems down lately. I want to cheer her up."
"By buying her a book?" Izaya asked flopping down next to the blonde.
"Yeah."
"Boring. Can't she buy her own?"
Next to him his lover sighed. "That ruins the point. Yaoi is her chocolate. Ah. Nope she has that one. Second volume...third isn't out for another three months."
"I really don't understand your obsession." Izaya shrugged.
"I don't understand yours." The blonde retorted. "We all have our kinks. Delivery...three days? That's no good. Ugh."
"What's ugh?" Izaya asked taking his laptop before it was smashed.
"I'll have to go to the store to get it."
"Oh. You don't want anyone else to know about your hobby?" Izaya teased.
The protozoan glared at him, hugging himself. "...no. I don't."
"So you're not going?"
"No. I'll go." His lover sighed. "I'm going back to bed. You coming?" Izaya nodded laying the laptop on the table.
x-x-x
To his left, the blonde slept peacefully. Izaya slowly sat up. His curiosity got the better of him. Sneaking from the bed and out the door, the informant took the laptop from the table, moving to his desk.
Switching it on, the last page flicked up displaying the blonde's obsession. Izaya closed down the page digging the usb from his pocket. From what he had seen, the recording was from last year at the protozoan's birthday. Both of them seemed oblivious to being recorded.
It didn't take long at all to load up the footage and forward to where he had left off. Leaning back Izaya enlarged the screen and clicked play.
x-x-x
Shizuo's head shot up, nose twitching as he stared at the door. The book he was currently reading was hidden under the cushion he was sitting on.
"Shizu-chan, I'm back." Karisawa opened the door stepping inside. "Aha! I know that look. You thought I was Iza-Iza, didn't you? You really can smell him."
Shizuo relaxed taking the book back out. "Why are you wearing his coat?"
"Dotachin said it could be repaired so he kept it." Karisawa shrugged closing the door. "I went to see Iza-Iza..."
"What? Why?" The blonde shot up looking distressed. "I told you not to-"
"He wasn't there. The woman that was there said he was on a job. No one knows where he is."
"As long as the flea doesn't get himself killed." Shizuo sighed. "I was waiting for you. I thought we were going to eat the cake together?"
"We will. I want to give you your present first. Shizu-chan, do you trust me?"
Shizuo laughed quietly full of uneasiness. "What's with that? You sound serious but yeah. I trust you."
"Good. I'll be Iza-Iza today and only for today. I won't touch you and I won't kiss you. That's solely for Iza-Iza to do."
"Karisawa-"
"Shizu-chan." Karisawa pulled a strip of black cloth from her sleeve. "This will work."
"...alright. Hey, those aren't your pants."
"Of course not. I brought the wig while I was out, the contacts I already had, the coat is from Dotachin. The top and pants are from Iza-Iza's secretary. She doesn't like doing the laundry and I promised once you two are together, she'll have more time to spend on her crush!"
Shizuo shook his head but he was smiling. "What am I going to do with you? Alright. Do what you want."
Karisawa smirked so much like Izaya it was scary. The blindfold was pressed against his eyes and tied at the back. "Get ready, Shizu-chan."
"I can't see anything through this." The blonde grumbled.
"That's the point. Use your nose. I'm going to stop talking now."
"Why? Hey! Why?" Shizuo took the hint closing his eyes, since they were rendered useless. His friend draped herself over him. Inhaling he got a potent burst of Izaya's scent.
There was the schlick of a familiar blade popping out, the cold edge pressed against his throat. Shizuo gasped at the touch of it. "Y-you took his switch blade too?"
The question went ignored. The touch of a silver ring confusing him further. It was Karisawa in Izaya cosplay yet it felt like Izaya. Shizuo shivered at the flat surface gliding over his collarbone. "Don't ruin the shirt." He gasped.
That too went ignored, the sharp edge slicing down slowly, each of the small buttons dropping to the floor. "Hey! I said-" the fluff of the coat pressed against his mouth in warning. Shizuo shut up feeling the blade skate across the scar on his chest.
A pleasant shiver travelled down his spine. Shuffling uncomfortably, the blonde was painfully aware of his erection between his clenched thighs. The blade moved lower sliding down his abdomen. He could feel Izaya's silent laughter against his neck, another ruined shirt was rolled back from his shoulders, pushed back down to his wrists.
Shizuo bit down on the inside of his cheek feeling a heated smirk. The blood rushed south quicker and he knew the bulge wouldn't be hidden for long. He was right. The blade now situated over the tent in his pants, rubbing mockingly.
Shizuo felt the heat in his cheeks at the discovery. Not so gently he was pushed back, his legs splayed. The button on his pants was gone, probably suffering the same fate as his shirt.
Izaya didn't stop there using the point of the blade to pick at the stitching. It was getting colder but he couldn't bring himself to ask for the heating on. The damn flea would only reject the idea straight out or make him beg.
"Don't tease." Shizuo bit out untangling his arms from his shirt. The knife he could feel poking his butt. "Kasuka brought me these." Izaya already knows that though, the damn flea taking pleasure in ruining something precious.
The pants stay on but the stitching at his behind is gone and so is the material of his boxers. Izaya's aim is only his ass. Shizuo groans wanting the flea to touch him where it's hard and aching.
"Oi!" The flea is moving around. He can hear a clink against the table. A soft squishing sound that has nothing to do with touching him. Or so he thinks. Izaya's plans always end up involving him and this time is no different.
Something sweet and soft touches his lips. Fresh cream he realises licking at something small and rubbery. Whatever it is passes past his lips, thrusting and twisting into his mouth. Shizuo licks and sucks the cream away, pushing the funny shaped spoon away with his tongue. The thing retreats coming back with more cream.
The next time it leaves his mouth, it doesn't come back. Shizuo is painfully aware of the grip on his knee holding him still. He can feel Izaya's presence between his parted legs. "Hey!" The blonde gasps out feeling something wet and rubbery touching his butt.
The sleeve of Izaya's coat locks around his wrist. Shizuo shivers letting the raven guide his hand to his arousal. It's a clear message. The little rubber thing pushes inside him in little shallow thrusts. It's not big and it doesn't hurt. It feels strange though, Shizuo sitting up to try and close his legs. Izaya's eyes are watching him, drinking in every expression. "Don't tease." The blonde can't stop a small moan slipping from his lips.
Izaya isn't touching him how he wants. His cock is throbbing for attention in the confines of his ruined boxers. It's clear the flea isn't going to touch him. The annoyance is always out to prolong his suffering.
Blindly cupping himself, Shizuo slides his fingers over the material repeatedly until managing to slide them inside his boxers. His arousal is hot to touch, coupled with the rubber thing in his ass, it's almost too much.
The blonde knows he's being watched, feeling the embarrassment of doing something lewd like he knows Izaya wants. "Izaya." Shizuo moans biting at his lip. Both hands are between his legs stroking desperately at his need.
The sharp blade is back, kissing his right cheek. Shizuo takes it as praise that Izaya is satisfied with what he's doing. Rocking slowly back and forwards, the blonde decides he likes the feel of the toy inside him. At that thought the little thing stabs inside him. Shizuo gasps sharply, electrified at whatever just hit his nerves. Everything becomes a mess, his hands wet and sticky, dick limp in his hands.
It's over. The rubbery thing is gone, so is Izaya's scent. Shizuo almost whimpers at the loss until the blindfold is lifted and smiling down at him is Karisawa. "See. It worked didn't it?"
Shizuo blinks seeing a small orange toy in her hand. "I'm going to get changed. Iza-Iza's clothes got even more dirty."
"Throw them away. Not like he'll notice." Shizuo isn't sure how he should be feeling. It felt like Izaya, it smelt like Izaya but it wasn't. Glancing at the cake he can see a small hole where the toy had been.
"Hm. True. He's like you with a dozen of the same outfit. Let's get changed and then we can have cake." Karisawa grins.
"You can use the shower first. I got the-" Shizuo sighs looking down at himself.
"I just have to get changed. You can take the shower."
"...right."
The blonde quickly retreats leaving a happy looking Karisawa stripping down to her underwear.
x-x-x
Izaya stares at the screen wondering if he had just seen right. After rewinding the video for the sixth time, he decides that he has. He's not sure what to make of it. It's not anger or jealousy he's feeling, it's a strange emotion settling inside him.
Forwarding past the otaku getting undressed and dressed again, it's clear the blonde was in the shower for a long time after that. Eventually his lover reappears and Izaya clicks play.
x-x-x
"There you are, Shizu-chan." Karisawa happily sits down. "I cut the cake up. I hope you don't mind."
"We're the only ones eating it." Shizuo shrugs taking a seat. "...thanks."
"No problem. I'm not giving up on you and Iza-Iza getting together so neither should you."
Shizuo nodded taking the slice of cake set aside for him. "What do you want for your birthday?"
"My birthday is a long time away." Karisawa tapped a finger against her chin. "Let's see...I want a sex tape. Yep that will do."
"Wait what?"
"A sex tape of you and Iza-Iza."
"Pick something realistic." Shizuo sighed. "The chances of Izaya and I getting together are-"
"100%." Karisawa grinned. "You two will be together. Maybe not this year but for one of my birthdays I want a sex tape."
"That's what you want huh?" Shizuo picked up a spoon cutting into his cake. "Fine. If and I mean if, Izaya and I get together I'll get you your tape."
"Promise?"
"Yeah yeah. I promise. Don't get your hopes up though." Shizuo solemnly shoved a mouthful of cake in. "This is really good."
"It is. I went around to each bakery personally tasting them all." Karisawa declared proudly. "Happy birthday, Shizu-chan! See you're smiling now."
x-x-x
Izaya groaned when the screen went black for a few moments. When it came back on he could see time had passed. "What's taking so long?"
"Hang on, I've only just changed the batteries." Izaya smiled seeing the blonde's face taking up the screen. "When was the last time we used this? It's saying the memory is full."
"You're recording now. Look the lights on. Take out the memory card. I'll check what's on it later."
"Fine. I'm sure it's nothing interesting. It would just be us reading."
"Probably. I'll check it anyway. It's Dotachin's camera. Stop recording."
That was the end of the video. It looked like neither of them had realised the camera was recording. Taking out the usb, Izaya locked it in the top drawer for safe keeping.
It didn't take long to realise the effect the video had on him. It was still late and his lover was fast asleep- not for long.
x-x-x
Izaya sighed hands stuffed in his pockets. The protozoan was nervous pacing close by the store. Deciding to put the brute out of his misery, the informant skipped up to him.
"Hey, Shizu-chan!" Like that, everyone in the vicinity hurried away.
"Hey." The blonde replied sullenly. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" Izaya echoed. "I've already got them. It's no fun if everyone finds out your hobbies." With a smirk he held out the bag from the store.
"Huh? You brought them?" The blonde asked bewildered. Izaya grinned at the sight. "Uh thanks."
"Well it's not like you would have done it."
"Probably not." His lover shrugged. "Are you coming?"
"To see the van gang?"
"Nah. She won't be there."
x-x-x
Albeit a Saturday and not the usual routine Friday when the pair met, the blonde was right. Karisawa was at their new club room curled up on the sofa.
"I thought you'd be here." His lover sighed. "What happened?"
"Just some stuff with the gang."
Izaya watched the blonde stride over to the sofa, tugging at the otaku's cheeks. "What did we agree about no frowny faces? Here Izaya brought some books for you."
"Eh? Iza-Iza did?" Karisawa looked at him. Izaya stepped back too late, the girl jumping into him, throwing both arms around his neck. "Thank you thank you."
"..,you're welcome." Izaya pushed her away. Glancing over he could see the blonde smiling.
"What happened with the gang?"
"I went too far. Dotachin and Yumacchi had enough. Yumacchi loves manga as much as I do, he just doesn't like the BL element. It's okay. I'll keep myself controlled around them. We have Friday's after all."
"Karisawa..." Izaya looked around the room seeing a camera on the table. "Flea!"
"What?"
"Come here." Skipping over, Izaya found himself grabbed by the hood of his coat, soft lips pressed quickly against his own.
Excited clapping came from the not so distraught Karisawa. "Thanks Shizu-chan." She quickly recovered going though the books he had brought. "Oooh. You have excellent taste, Iza-Iza. Shizu-chan, look at this one! This one!"
Izaya shielded his ears from the high pitched squeal. His gaze fell back to the camera. "Who's camera?" He asked curiously.
"Oh that's Dotachin's. He got a new one and said I could have it. I can't find the memory card though. I remember I wanted to see what was on it after I returned the camera last year. I brought one of those usb adaptors to use."
"It's easier to buy a new one. We're not going to find something that small." The blonde shrugged. "Budge up. I'm reading too."
"Eh? Aren't you having lovey dovey time with Iza-Iza?"
Izaya sighed flopping down on the brute's lap. "I suppose I'll have to stay here then." His lover shifted slightly allowing him to get comfortable.
"Ooh. This one. I didn't think he was my type before-" Another squeal. Still Karisawa looked happy and if she was happy, his lover was happy. The two of them shared a special bond, something a little more than friends. "Woah. Opening with sex. Opening with very hot sex."
"Spoilers!" The blonde grumbled. "I haven't read it yet." Izaya sighed resting his head against his lover's shoulder. "Flea, if it's boring you don't have to be here."
"I'm staying with you, Shizu-chan."
"Soooo cute~" Karisawa grinned.
"Clingy." The blonde murmured. Izaya grinned as the brute's strong arm slid around his waist. "I'll make it up to you."
"Count on it." Izaya kissed his lover's lips, hearing another squeal. Karisawa was practically frothing at the mouth staring at the pair of them. With a smirk he turned in the blonde's arms, one knee pressed against his lover's arousal. Their lips touched and this time he didn't retreat.
This time Izaya went in with his tongue slipping past parted lips. His hands like talons on the blonde's shoulders, as he plundered the wondrous cavern. At the sound of a strangled gulp, crimson orbs slid to the source seeing the otaku laying back against the arm of the sofa, nose bleeding profusely.
"...is she okay?"
His lover sighed gently easing him off. "Yeah. You over stimulated her. Where did we put the tissues? We brought enough of them!"
"Ah! So that's what they were for. I had them tossed."
"Great. We need to use some- never mind." With a sigh his lover grabbed at the arm of his shirt giving a harsh tug. Izaya heard the rip of stitches. "Karisawa, keep your head up."
"Isn't that one Kasuka brought you?" Izaya asked the obvious.
"...yeah. What about it?"
"No nothing. So she can't handle watching a bit of kissing?" Izaya smirked lowering his gaze to the blonde's tight ass. It was quite the view. "How's she supposed to handle a sex tape?" His voice dropped to a whisper, the last part unheard.
"Depends. The stronger she feels about a pairing the worse it is."
"Huhuhu. I'm fine, Shizu-chan." Karisawa grinned. "Nooo! I got a drop of blood on the page."
"It's okay. It's only one drop."
Izaya flopped back down on the sofa observing the pair first hand. It was never a dull day. Closing his eyes he thought through his mental calendar thinking about when his lover would strive to keep the secret promise. He was looking forward to that conversation.
End
