Title:- Final sun

Pairing:- Izuo

Rating:- M

Warnings:- language, violence, yaoi

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Summary:- It only takes a meeting

Requested by:- Nugget

It was a waste of money. At least that was what he wanted to say. His anger issues had hit a new low. Pick a hobby his brother had said. So he had, one that didn't have him around a lot of people. Art class. Since pottery class hadn't gone so well. He had a bit too much touch for that.

They didn't talk, didn't stress him out. About ten of them stood in silence with a blank easel shielding each of them from view. The only time any of them needed to duck out into the firing line was to take a look at the boring blue and white pattern vase sitting on an oval table with a bunch of orchid yellow tulips dumped inside.

Already he'd gone through three easels and 15 paintbrushes. Apparently he needed to hold them as delicately as he did chopsticks. What the art teacher didn't know were that his chopsticks were tailor made steel and Kasuka had forked out a lot of money for them.

It was a mistake he'd come. The guy next to him was already done drawing. The girl on his other side was already painting. Shizuo bunched his fists feeling frustration rise. Frustration always led to anger. With a sigh he stepped back from the easel and made to leave.

Before he could the door slid open and the most beautiful man he'd ever seen stepped through. Flawless skin, ruby gemstone eyes and silky looking ebony short hair. He was on the small side but radiated power with every fibre of his being. Shizuo sniffed the air. He smelt strange too.

"Good, you're still here." The newcomer purred with a voice like rich tempered chocolate. A smile brighter than the sun followed stirring a different sort of beast within him. "I thought class would be over."

Their teacher, a woman covered in paint flecks and armed with brushes, flushed eyeing the newcomer like everyone else. "Class is fully booked. You're not on the list..."

She was pushing for a name. Shizuo found himself leaning forward enthralled. He wouldn't mind hearing a name either, he'd need to know who he would be jacking off to when he got home.

The beauty swept a quick gaze over the class. Shizuo shivered feeling like he'd been taken apart in the split second their eyes met. He may have moaned but he wasn't the only one.

"Izaya Orihara." The same voice whispered against his skin. Shizuo steadied himself against the easel. "I'm not looking to join the class, I'm looking for an artist."

"Oh? You want to be a model?" Their teacher murmured moving closer. Shizuo scowled tilting his head trying to see past her.

"I only need one of you. I'm not very photographic, so I have portraits done." Izaya could've been talking about anything and he'd still hang onto every word. "I'm nocturnal so I can only ask the night classes."

Shizuo stood a little straighter pressing his thighs together. He caught a twist at the corner of Izaya's mouth.

"Oh well I have a class but-"

"I'd hate to take you away from it. Maybe one of your students?"

Their teacher bristled. "But they-"

Shizuo blinked finding his hand in the air. Around him everyone was the same. "You'll do." Izaya pointed to him. "Your name?"

"...Shizuo Heiwajima." Shizuo whispered numbly.

Izaya smiled warm and inviting gliding over to him and almost touching his arm. "Nice to meet you, Shizu-chan. I'll take you to my place."

Shizuo nodded. Izaya could take him anyway he wanted. There was only one problem. He couldn't draw for shit. "...I don't have any equipment." He mumbled pathetically head bowed.

"That's okay. You'll have your own little studio." Izaya lightly touched his arm.

Shizuo shivered coming to terms with the fact he'd creamed himself from a single touch. He was just glad he'd managed to squeeze into skinny jeans and that they were a double hit black.

Obediently he followed Izaya- a stranger- into a sleeve black convertible that blended into the night. The upholstery was a blood red. Izaya opened the door for him. Shizuo nervously climbed inside, indulging in the opportunity to brush against Izaya's body. It only lasted a mere moment before he was sitting in the passenger seat and Izaya was sitting next to him, with only the gear stick between them.

"Seatbelt."

Shizuo blinked. "Huh?"

"Seatbelt. Safety first, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo swallowed pulling his belt across. He'd like to be working on a different belt, the silver buckle glinting distractingly.

The ride was smooth, the car subtly purring the same as Izaya's voice. Shizuo averted his gaze from starting directly at the driver, that was when he noticed there were no mirrors in the car. Not outside and not inside. Not that it was any of his business either. Shizuo frowned looking out of the back window. Tinted glass.

"I have perfect vision." Izaya's voice draped over him like silk. Shizuo shivered feeling it glide over his skin touching the deepest parts of him. His cock swelled pressing painfully against his jeans. "That's why there's no windows." Izaya grinned. "I'm very observant."

Shizuo nodded having trouble averting his gaze. If Izaya was so observant, did he know what was happening to his body? "Where do you live?" He asked wondering how long he had to be in a confined space for. He felt like doing something stupid.

"Shinjuku." Izaya smiled. "We're almost there."

Shizuo nodded dumbly.

x-x-x

Izaya lived in a penthouse apartment, with monochrome decor and deep red furniture. Framed paintings lined the walls, all of Izaya but none catching his grace, beauty or sexuality.

Nervous he stared at the small painting area set up for him. Izaya hadn't lied, he had an easel and more canvases than he could count. There were paints in every colour but only the black, red and whites were half used. There were hundreds of brushes, ready for him to break. It would take second for Izaya to know he was a phoney.

"Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo blinked staring at Izaya. "Yeah?"

"I said where do you want me?"

In my bed. Shizuo swallowed inwardly cursing his traitorous mind. "...it's your painting. You choose."

Izaya stared at him and nodded with a smile. "Well I've done a fun one, I've done a serious one. How about relaxed?"

Shizuo managed a jerky shrug as he escaped behind the easel. Taking a peak he found Izaya lounging on across the sofa on his belly, slim legs flicking back and forth. "How's this?" Izaya turned to him stabbing him with a gaze that yanked out his heart.

"G-good." Shizuo murmured. Now what the fuck did he do? Maybe he could say he was shy and could only do it in his own home. He'd bring the painting back tomorrow after he'd traced the picture and played paint by numbers.

Izaya was relaxed whilst being effortlessly sexy and seductive. Shizuo slid a hand into his pocket subtly adjusting himself, before palming his phone and setting the camera mode up.

Taking a peak he lifted the phone frowning when all that was in the shot was the deep red sofa. Shizuo frowned checking his phone and trying again. He got the same result.

His mouth went dry and he found himself retreating back a step. Into another crate of paints. The noise brought Izaya's gaze on him, predator to prey. "Ah. Shizu-chan, why did you go and do that? I told you I wasn't photogenic."

Shizuo stumbled away warily watching Izaya. His gaze flicked to the door and Izaya was standing in front of him towering over his taller frame. His phone clattered to the floor, kicked under the rug.

"W-what are you?" Shizuo trembled against the door. Izaya smiled pressing against him.

"What do you think I am, Shizu-chan?" Izaya purred. "Why did you try and sneak a photo? Did you want an image to jerk off to?"

Izaya's fingers ghosted over the constricted bulge. "I can smell your arousal, taste your sweetness. You want to do some very bad things to me, don't you?"

Shizuo swallowed thickly. Izaya's fingers were magic. "Yes."

Izaya grinned snapping the button off his jeans. "There. Isn't that better?"

Shizuo glanced down seeing his fly undone, his cock jutting out trying to free itself.

"Quite the mess you've made." Izaya smirked, a teasing smile on his lips. "You came here for this, didn't you? You can't paint. Your canvas was blank."

Shizuo frowned. "Why-?"

"Why did I bring you here?" Izaya whispered unbuttoning his shirt. "You were more my type."

Shizuo shivered feeling Izaya's cold hands against his skin. His hips moved on reflex grinding against Izaya's hand.

"Taller than me, bigger than me, supposedly stronger than me." Izaya pressed down a little making him cry out. "I like breaking humans, Shizu-chan. I like being underestimated and seeing the faces when they realise just what I can do." Izaya smirked staring up at him. "Those thoughts racing around in your head, that beast you want to unleash upon me, I'll do that to you."

Shizuo gulped letting the moan slide from his lips. Izaya blinked startled as far as he could see. "You like that. The thought of me breaking you arouses you." Izaya murmured breaking into a grin. "Well it's been a long time since I've found such an alpha masochist. Tsundere? You're a teddy bear, aren't you?"

Shizuo blushed looking away. It was enough for Izaya to whisk him away from the door onto the sofa. He quite liked being pinned under Izaya.

"I'm sorry, Shizu-chan." Izaya murmured kissing his cheek and nuzzling his neck. Shizuo cried out feeling hot pokers stab into his skin. Izaya latched onto him drinking his blood in thick heavy gulps. "I'm not so nice."

x-x-x

Shizuo blinked lifting his arms to shield himself from the warm light. His neck hurt, he was tired and not in his apartment. Izaya was standing behind the easel paintbrush in hand. "Stay still." Izaya's voice washed over him, calm and compelling. "I'm almost done."

"What?"

"I'm painting you. I got bored and since I value human morality, I didn't go any further when you passed out."

Shizuo sat up quickly clasping a hand to his neck. "You shouldn't move so fast. I took a lot. Your blood is delicious." Izaya grinned. "Another reason why I chose you."

"...what are you?" Shizuo groaned flopping back down.

"You can't guess?" Izaya disappeared behind the canvas.

"...vampire but that's-"

"Correct. I'm a vampire."

Shizuo shuddered. He wouldn't recommend having his blood sucked, it had hurt a lot and not much hurt him. "What do you want with me?"

Izaya poked his head out. "Memories. I'm an immortal, Shizu-chan. I want to integrate amongst humans without being detected."

Shizuo frowned. "What's that got to do with me?"

Izaya shrugged flashing him a pointed grin. "Right place at the right time. I'm having fun already."

Shizuo nodded. "What sort of memories?" He went to move again but stopped at Izaya's noise of displeasure. Even that sounded good to him.

"I want to walk in the sun." Izaya confessed setting the brush down. "I want to go on a date."

Shizuo frowned. He didn't read a lot but Kasuka had starred in a vampire film. "Won't you die in the sun?"

"Possibly." Izaya sat down beside him and Shizuo was torn between whether to move closer or move away. "It's not a small thing to have a vampire in your debt, Shizu-chan. Especially a pure blood. Help me and I'll help you with whatever you want."

Shizuo yanked his gaze away staring instead at his clasped hands. Helping a vampire, he'd never done anything of the sort before, never even knew they existed.

Cold gentle fingers touched his cheek, his head slowly turned back to Izaya. "What?"

"You were biting your lip." Izaya murmured against his mouth. "I thought I might try."

Shizuo's heart stopped before racing quicker. Izaya's lips touched his, fangs grazing lightly. He didn't stop it, pulling Izaya onto his lap and sliding his arms to stop the vampire from going anywhere.

"Nn...is this part of your memories?" Shizuo moaned.

"I'm only reacting to your desires, Shizu-chan." Izaya made quick work of his shirt smoothing both hands up his torso.

Shizuo tipped his head back moaning in bliss. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing You didn't want." Izaya kissed him slowly, carefully, in a cruel slow dance that set every nerve ending on fire. His cock swelled demanding attention. Izaya's gaze dropped to the engorged length.

"Please." Shizuo murmured. "Izaya, please."

"Please what?" Izaya purred lightly pinching his hardened nubs.

"Fuck me." Shizuo groaned reaching to alleviate himself.

Izaya lazily caught his wrists pinning them back over his head. "If you touch yourself, I'll stop." He warned. Shizuo nodded his body craving Izaya. His hips bucked needing contact.

Izaya had him, grinding against him. "Do you see now, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo blinked.

"This is what you can have if you help me." Izaya cooed curling a hand around his cock.

"I'll help." Shizuo moaned moving to kiss Izaya. The vampire dodged his advances continuing to stroke him. It didn't take long, Izaya's name on his lips.

"Good. Let's begin."

x-x-x

It would be new experiences all around. Shizuo looked down at the list. Most of them he'd class as girly activities but Izaya had wanted to go on a date. They chose late noon when the sky was cloudy and the sun wasn't in sight. That didn't mean they didn't take any precautions.

Izaya wore dark sunglasses, a long black coat that covered him from neck to feet and a large black floppy hat that he'd seen only girls use in the summer. The vampire looked ridiculous covered in the highest sunblock but Shizuo still wanted to jump his bones.

They walked the streets hand in hand, Shizuo acted like himself daring anyone to try and point a phone in their direction. The crowds gave them a wide berth and he knew behind the white face mask Izaya was grinning.

For a vampire Izaya didn't act like a recluse. The vampire knew more about technology than he did. They walked into a spa place, hastily booked. Izaya wanted the works and judging by the claw like nails digging into his hand, that's what was needed.

Unfortunately what Izaya went through meant he would too. That was why he was wearing a large fluffy cream dressing robe, laying on a soft massage table with green gunk spread over his face.

Izaya grinned at him and Shizuo found himself smiling back, until the woman touched his toes and he jumped in reflex. Izaya took his hand rubbing in small circles.

Slowly he relaxed again despite being surrounded. One woman was working on his feet, the other sitting with his hand on a small table. Shizuo wasn't paying attention to them, his gaze fixed on the vampire loving the attention.

x-x-x

They were side by side laying on their bellies whilst another woman attempted to get the knots out of his muscles. She'd looked horrified seeing his back and promptly getting to work.

It was relaxing, the way she was kneading him. His head was to the side in Izaya's direction. "Tell me about yourself." Izaya murmured. He was enjoying himself.

"Don't you already know?" Shizuo answered sleepily. The incense was clouding his senses.

Izaya raised a brow. "What makes you say that?"

"I doubt you'd trust anyone. You did that detective thing, didn't you?"

Izaya smiled. "You're a lot cleverer than humans see you as, Shizu-chan."

A moan slipped from his lips, Izaya's eyes glowing in response. "Ah, there." The woman nodded loosening the muscle. He'd need more massages in the future.

x-x-x

After being surrounded by women, they were left alone to enjoy the rest of the spa. Shizuo hooked up his robe and stepped into the sauna. Almost immediately he'd lost his vision in a cloud of white. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Shizuo sat down already feeling the sweat pour off him.

Izaya sat next to him, a cold chill in the dense heat. Sliding closer his fingers interlocked with the vampire. "Is this still fun?" Shizuo asked.

"Yes." Izaya grinned. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Not yet." Shizuo sat back staring into the steam. "This doesn't bother you?"

"No. Let me know when you want to get out."

Shizuo opened his mouth sweat dripping from his nose. "I think I want to get out."

Izaya's laughter made his minute torment worthwhile.

x-x-x

"Can you feel it?" Shizuo asked feeling a tickling against his skin as the bubbles beat gently and often against his body.

"A little." Izaya admitted relaxing in the jacuzzi. "You're not scared of me. Why?"

Shizuo arched a brow. "You already know."

"What someone else wrote." Izaya shrugged. "How do you feel now that you've met a real monster?"

Shizuo frowned speaking his mind. "You're not a monster."

"I helped in the creation of this town." Izaya murmured. "I've seen more death than you've come close to causing. If you're a monster then I'm the apocalypse."

Shizuo fell silent turning away. He'd been chided by the vampire as if he was nothing more than a child. Izaya took his hand and kissed it pulling him close. "They'll see." He murmured looking around.

"We've been here all day." Izaya said. "The sun will be setting soon. Time to go."

x-x-x

Izaya drove them to the beach. They reached the golden sand just before sunset. "This is what you wanted to do?"

"I've walked across this beach many tines during the night." Izaya grinned climbing out. Shizuo hurried to join him. Izaya was back with the oversized shades and large floppy hat. After what he'd seen of the vampire's body it was a shame to have it all covered up.

"Later." Izaya winked catching him. Together they walked hand in hand toward the sea gently pushing up onto the edge of the sand. "Have you ever taken the chance to just stop and stare, Shizu-chan? To witness the beauty around you?"

"Not really." Shizuo murmured.

"Humans never appreciate fully what they have. Everyday they're blessed to see the sun rise and some can't be bothered to get out of bed."

Shizuo frowned. "You don't like humans?"

"I love humans." Izaya corrected him. "Their mistakes, their small lives wiped out in an instant...enough. The sun is setting."

Shizuo looked forward watching the last of the beach goers collect their stuff and leave. Toeing the sand he thought of what a waste it was, spending all day in a spa only to get them dirty again.

Izaya walked slowly looking in the sun's direction with a wistful expression. One moment it was there and the next it was gone. "It was a good day."

Shizuo nodded wondering what he could say to cheer up the vampire. "What do you want to do now?"

Izaya tossed the floppy hat to the sand, along with the shades. The oversized thick coat followed. "Now I'll show you my world."

x-x-x

Izaya gave him a night to remember. They'd tried going to a club but Shizuo hadn't liked being pressed amongst writhing bodies, or the din of music pulsing around the room.

Instead they'd retreated to Izaya's penthouse. Shizuo found himself examining the paintings in their little frames. Each one was done with a skill he didn't have. But none of them looked like a photograph. Each artist had added colours that weren't there, or strange techniques that made the vampire look weird.

Lastly he looked at the painting Izaya had done of him. There he was laying still on the sofa, the painting looking like he'd been captured on canvas.

"Feel like painting after all?" Izaya asked moving behind him kissing his shoulder.

"No." Shizuo relaxed himself in Izaya's hold, one hand taking the vampire's. "What do we do now?"

Izaya grinned leading him into the bedroom. It was as simple as the main room, the bed spread a deep red, standing out amongst the deep black and pure white. "Now, I'm going to have you."

Shizuo blinked finding himself on the surprisingly soft covers, sinking down trapped in the cage Izaya had made. The vampire looked hungry, staring down at him. Swallowing hard he lifted himself caressing Izaya's soft cheek. "Looks like the face mask worked."

"The massage worked too." Izaya purred. "You're much more relaxed. Well you were."

Shizuo blushed feeling a hand brush across his bulge. His gaze averted but the vampire's laugh soothed his embarrassment. "Show me."

As if compelled Shizuo undressed without question laying naked under Izaya. "Look at me."

He did.

"Touch me, Shizu-chan." Izaya whispered against him.

Nervously he did and Izaya ruined him for anyone else man or woman.

x-x-x

A knock on the door drew his attention away from the sleeping human in his bed. "What is it, Masaomi-kun?"

The blond vampire lingered in his doorway. "There's someone in your bed."

Izaya shrugged. "I can see that."

"Where have you been all day?"

"On a date." Izaya clenched his fist resisting the urge to touch his sleeping human.

"Outside?" Masaomi asked shocked.

"Yes. We went to the spa and then took a nice long walk across the beach."

"Explains the nails." Masaomi snickered moving further in. "You didn't want to go for pink?"

Izaya spared a glance at his nails, newly cut, filed and swept over with a coat of polish, both red and black. Cats eye Shizuo had picked. "What do you want, Masaomi-kun?"

"You know how relationships end with humans." Masaomi stood beside the bed. "He's not dead."

"No."

"He's not a vampire." Masaomi moved too close for his liking. "He's asleep. Did you erase his memory?"

"No." Izaya flicked out his hand pulling Masaomi away from his human. "We're going steady."

"Steady? You can't go steady with a human! Mikado certainly won't allow it."

Izaya shrugged tossing Masaomi out of his room. "Goodbye Masaomi-kun." Closing the door he went back to Shizuo stirring in his bed. "Go back to sleep,shizu-chan." Izaya murmured with a little compulsion in his voice, it was getting easier now breathing a little command, a little lie. Shizuo would hate him when he realised but Izaya had been watching the human for too long to let anything happen.

Shizuo's eyelids slipped closed, his body sliding further under the covers. Izaya smiled hypnotised by the rise and fall of covers.

End