Title: Nightmare

Rating: T / Borderline M

Couple: Shizuo X Izaya

Prompt: Apron / Given to me by Tokomi

Words: 491

I Do Not Own Durarara!

Shizuo walked into his apartment, toeing his shoes off slowly. He ran a hand through his hair, letting the small droplets of sweat roll down his neck. He moved his hands to his chest, undoing the rest of the buttons on his blouse, letting the world see his muscular frame.

He walked further into the room, going straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. It was hot as hell in Ikebukuro today, and the blonde had been hit by the heat waves pretty bad. By noon he was already drenched in sweat

Shizuo moved to the cabinets, grabbing a glass and then moving to the refrigerator to fill it with water. He turned around, leaning his body against one of the counters, and dropped the glass from shock. Standing right in front of him, cooking at his stove in his apartment was. . .

Izaya.

In a pink frilly apron that barely covered his thighs, and absolutely nothing else.

"Shizu-chan~ I made dinner," Izaya said as he lifted a frying pan and set it on a heat mat.

Shizuo just stared. And stared. First he wondered how the information broker had gotten in, second he wondered why he was cooking him dinner. . . And most importantly why was he practically naked in the middle of his kitchen?

The raven giggled at the blonde's expression. "Silly Shizu-chan~ I told you I was going to make you dinner, and that I had a surprise for you. I guess you didn't believe me."

And then the man plopped himself in Shizuo's lap, wrapping his lithe arms around the man's broad shoulders. The bodyguard froze when he felt Izaya rub his nose gently against his neck.

The small man gently ran his hands up and down the blonde's sides, rubbing his thighs when he got close to them. He could tell Shizuo was getting turned on. The proof was pushing against him. And he was going to have some fun with this.

Izaya let his hips swivel teasingly over the bulge in the larger man's pants, getting a feel for how big he was. . . He seemed a good size. In an innocent manner the man's small fingers deftly undid the zipper on Shizuo's pants.

The blonde sat up in his bed, his eyes blinking owlishly. He just had a dream. . . About the flea. And one he never wished to have. He looked down, his lower abdomen felt warm. Warmer than usual. . .

"Ah, Dammit! IIIIIZZZZAAAAYYYYAAAA!"