Title: Down The Pants You Go
Rating: T / Slight M
Couple: Shizuo X Izaya
Prompt: Ice
Words: 553
I Do Not Own Durarara!
Izaya skipped his merry little self down the street, searching for the building he was going to have fun at today. Spotting it, the man skipped a little quicker and hummed a soft nice tune.
He went through the revolving doors a little to quickly, as he smacked his head by accident. Pouting and rubbing his now aching head the information broker quickly walked his way to the elevators and up to the floor he was meant to be on.
Stepping out of the elevator he again skipped towards the door, and picked the lock quickly and quietly.
"Shizu-chan, I'm hooooome~!" Izaya said in a sing-song voice.
A loud bang could be heard from one of the other rooms in the apartment. The information broker chuckled at this. He loved seeing Shizu-chan all frazzled.
Being a good little house guest, the black haired man left his shoes at the door, and strode right it.
"Hurry, hurry, Shizu-chan!"
"Shut up, flea!" was yelled back.
Izaya chuckled softly to himself as he made his way into the kitchen. He grabbed a cup, filled it with ice and then put orange juice in it. He simply sipped on it, waiting for the bodyguard to finish what he was doing.
He soon finished his drink, getting slightly aggravated at having to wait so long.
"Shizu-chan~ Do you need me to come help you? Or am I just so beautiful you don't dare look at me for fear of falling in love?" he shouted to the person in the other room.
And que Shizuo's entrance. His very loud angry entrance.
"Shut your face, flea!" he screamed as he threw a desk lamp at the dark headed man. Izaya easily evaded it.
"Don't be that way~" the raven said as he slowly sauntered over to the blonde. "And where is your shirt, Shizu-chan? Stripping for me already? And I forgot my money too. . . Shame."
Shizuo growled at the comments and smashed his fist into the wall so he wouldn't hit the man before him.
"Anger, Shizu-chan. Watch your anger," Izaya said as he planted himself right in front of the blonde.
He slowly, inconspicuously slipped two of his fingers into the belt loop of Shizuo's pants and pulled very lightly. He then put the cup to his lips, pretending to drink the last of the drink, and after pulling it away from his lips, he quickly poured the ice down the bodyguard's pants.
Eyebrows twitched once. Twice. Three times before Shizuo realized he had a very cold substance down his pants. A cold substance in a very uncomfortable place. Very uncomfortable indeed. His hand unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sending his hand flying into the now open hole and grabbed the ice before it slipped down his pant leg.
"Shit. . ." The blonde said as he got the ice out and placed it back in Izaya's cup. "Now I'm cold. But you can always fix that," he said with a dirty evil smirk.
"Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrist before he could run away and slipped the lithe hand down his pants to warm up what had just gone cold. Izaya choked a bit when he did this, a light blush playing on his cheeks.
"You have rather warm hands, don't you?"