Chapter 28: Fantasies Are Not Realities

Warning: Language, Mild Suggestive Themes (This chapter was written on phone. Please excuse any typos and auto corrections. Thank you, and enjoy!)

The dark haired man closed the door fast feeling the once cool and smooth texture of the knob stretched and wrapped around his slender fingers. He was no moron even though he physically acted the way around crowds and throngs of his beloved humans.

After his ears picked the command that growled within the depths of the blond's throat from ushering him out of the room, he gladly took his leave.

That had done it. Izaya was completely glued onto the floor from where he stood. Though, his lips could not conjure out if they were trying to twist upward into a teasing grin or reach downward for a disgusted frown. Neither could his luscious eyes depict the emotion he should feel.

The way Shizuo was acting wasn't what set his mind into disgust but rather the large bulge erecting large and tall like a big noticeable sign.

As he froze there, a harsh chill crawled at the depths of his spine, however, his lungs rumbled into a silent chuckle. "What the hell was he dreaming about?" He said with a high frown that trailed disgust. His aura being trapped with extreme dislike soon transitioned into a strange happy set. He tried to suppress the bubbly laughter close of bursting through his lips.

"Shizu-chan is definitely strange."

The bouncing child of laughter couldn't contain half of it as he gave into a light hard chuckle as loud as a whisper. Not even the crying shrieks of water from the shower could draw him from his thoughts.

Disgust.

Disgust and wrongs quenched his pleasure.

Shizuo trailed his eyes to the wet tiled floor ignoring his now flaccid penis and his hand covered with streaks and splotches of his seed. Not even his flaming blush could die from the sheer embarrassment he had felt and committed. The water repeatedly slamming onto his back and skin felt soothing, but, the fact that he had stroked himself senseless until he came from that explicit dream continuously bothered him.

"How."

"How could I ever have such a fantasy with the flea?"

His eyes drew to his hand in shame. "Disgusting." He muttered through clenched teeth.

Masturbating to such a fantasy could never feel right.

Tom was worried sick over the weeks as they went by. Shizuo somewhat had a flicker of a dull attitude within those honey orbs. The white cloth that had stains of blood stitched upon Tom's forehead did not go unnoticed. Though, Shizuo felt the need to keep his distance. He felt that this was his fault. But, Vorona, however, drew closer and closer out of curiosity blooming.

Next week

He felt safe but continued to cling to that disgrace he had committed from whether of what happened to Tom or what his explicit fantasies demanded of him.

"Shizuo-senpai, you can speak with me any moment that you wish. I feel worried that something is bothering you." His eyes snapped from his blank view and onto the Russian beauty next to him. "...Yeah, I'm fine." He lied,

"Come on now, Shizuo! We know something's up." He heard his boss speak up.

"No, I'm fine, really." He lied once more hoping they would not detect.

Either way, Tom would always scoff it off or act quicker than before and speak his mind like a normal human being.

As for Vorona, she would give sympathetic glares of worry for her senpai. But Shizuo feels closer to her as a friend.

At home, Shizuo would ever link eye contact with the raven fixated on his laptop.

They exchanged glares, but did not dare say a word as if they were in sound proof boxes.

[There is no one in the chat room.]

[Kanra has entered the chat room.]

[Helloooooooo everyone~!]

[Huh? What's this?]

[No one is on?]

[What a shame! Leaving me all alone here!]

[Guess there's no fun. Later!]

[Kanra has left the chat room.]

[There is no one in the chat room.]

As if his eyes were constantly glued to the screen he finally broke his gaze. What was going on? No one has been on the chat for hours and Izaya being his inspecting self knew something was growing from the pits of the city. Whether it's hidden within the alleyways instead of actual public view or ready to strike out onto the streets.

His mind was scrambled.

There were men chasing him and trying to take him by force.

Strange gangs attacked Shizuo and blamed it on none other than him.

No one has been on the chat forever.

Namie has not picked up her phone at all.

...Could those bastards be behind all of this?

Another week

Izaya has been slipping out unnoticeably and gaining his ability of parkour to rise out once more. But that was not the only objective that seemed to trail within his mind. The city was breathing with life and crime as did the alleyways scream trouble.

The people were complete rocks but he knew who stood outward. He could only contain so much information at a time. Though, it was all feeling like it was adding up.

But when his "Knight with Golden Locks and Shining Armor" continuously saved him from those mutts, he couldn't concentrate. Not even after dreams that set strange misdemeanors and feelings that he had never believed a god like him could ever feel.

He hated Shizuo. But loved to be around him. Whether it was to tease him or not, he felt safe.

"What are you thinking about?" The blond said breaking the silence.

"Just things. Not interesting, disturbing, in fact."

Izaya laid comfortably on the couch with an expression one could depict was thinking.

"Just letting you know I bought some drinks."

His russet eyes glanced upward at the bodyguard holding a grocery bag that seemed to hold only two bottles. Though, a chuckle rang out from him as he made out one of the bottles.

"Sake? You drinking? Who knew Shizu-chan smoked and drinked?" Izaya mused out with a childish smile. Shizuo immediately ignored the remark and set them down into the kitchen.

"The sake is mine. Don't touch."

Shizuo brought back the bottle trapped in his grip. He took a seat a little far from Izaya.

The raven has noticed that Shizuo has been acting queer around his presence over the past weeks. Not that hatred feeling he had always carried for the flea, but an off putting one.

"Did Shizu-chan get into anymore fights?" Shizuo shook his head before taking a sip from the cool drink.

"I have been seeing some bastards followin' me and Tom around 'bukuro."

"Though, Vorona has told us not to worry because they didn't seem all that interested in us at the moment."

"Is that so?" He replied. "Vorona? You have a new member on your job now?"

"Uh.. yeah, she's been here for a while. Thought you'd know her by now since you're such an all knowing bastard..."

A smile.

"Now that's rude, Shizu-chan. Just because I know everyone doesn't mean I know them personally."

"So you do know her?" More sips from the sweet drink.

"I wouldn't particularly say I do know her." the raven sighed, "Though, she has done arends for me that needed to be taken cared of."

So he does know her.

"And what would those jobs be?" He raised a brow questionably. "Just delivering things. Nothing special."

For once a decent chat. Not one about fighting. Not one about teasing. An actual topic with Heiwajima Shizuo. Something that never raced across his mind.

Her lip was bruised until it leaked as did her skin lit a ghostly pale and dull fresh bruises.

"You know, I feel as if you're lying." He said with a chime in his voice.

"You've been here for a while, aren't I right?"

"Letting you go would be a waste to my plans, and my men wouldn't mind having another bitch to fuck..."

...Another?

"...what do you.. mean, you bastard...?"

"You see Miss Yagiri," his smile crooked and devilish as he circled around her figure on the floor beneath him. "There's a reason why I've held you here for quite some time, a good week or two."

"And why I crave little Orihara..."

She did not dare struggle but lift her head by an inch. Her body was cloaked in bruises as did her lip that was busted and dried blood staining the corner of her mouth to her chin. They never fixed her off of the floor and her hair was all over her face like a wild animal.

"He was supposed to die, the way we treated him."

"But coming upon the knowledge that he survived and is physically well... I would like to find him and crush him like the little fucker he is."

"So you see, Miss Yagiri," K keeled down until he was prompted half way looming over her. "I want to make him suffer, crush him. Hear him scream and beg. Wriggle beneath me. Possibly die at my hands. His kind are rare and he is a lot stronger than I expected him to be the first time, and that, makes me strangely excited..."

Namie fought the urge to show fear, but a nerve racking shudder crawled up the base of her spine.

"Are you telling me you-"

"You've never noticed why he's probably mostly insecure or on medical leave with his so called doctor?"

"That's..." her eyes flickered with disgust "that's wrong- even for a bastard like him who deserves to get beaten in some way...!"

"And thanks to you, we have much more information on him. And I do thank you for that, dear~"

"My men wouldn't mind having him again. And certainly wouldn't mind you."

Her chocolate orbs narrowed. "But you'd be no fun. Not as much as him."

Before she could ever claim herself, a fist impacted her gut harshly fast. The pain exploded throughout her body like a wave of lava making her grunt loudly in pain.

"Farewell, Miss Yagiri. It was a pleasure having you here."

How could it come to this.

"Shizu-chan-!"

Izaya could not feel his wrists anymore nor could his eyes stop flaring murder. Shizuo was dangerously hovering above as his hands trapped the raven's wrists below him. The empty bottle of sake was tipped over beside the couch and the sweet smell of it drenched the blond's breath. "...Izaya..."

"Dammit protozoan, let go!" The raven cursed wriggling under the beast like a trapped animal. Those beefy warm hands never let his wrists breathe nor did he ever loosen his grip. Only the glare of lust seeped from his mocha eyes that were half lidded. "If you'd kindly get off, Shizu-chan..."

No use. He felt embarrassed. How could a mere god be trapped by a moronic beast like this? Utter defeat smothered his demeanor.

The blond grit his teeth and growled like a tiger getting ready to ferociously attack its prey.

"You've been on my mind for... a while, flea..." his speech sliding out with drunken slurs.

"I'm tired of waiting."

Where. Where is my knife?

The more he struggled the more the blond grew impatient.

In the blink of an eye, the blond attacked the raven's lips slamming onto them with force. Izaya, confused and dumbfounded, shut his lips as hard as he could. Shizuo was too strong and his tongue breached into the raven's mouth violently and wrestled tongues. It felt as if the beast was sucking the life out of him.

The strings of saliva connected between their mouths and their tongues mashing and wrestling together was forced but somewhat felt passionate. He could not reach for his knife for his wrists were captured still tightly.

Shizuo pulled away slowly finally giving Izaya air to breathe. This disgusted him. So did fear. Fear of what would happen next.

He wanted to scream. This man he thought he could have trusted dared do this and was now planting small but ferocious kisses down his sensitive neck. The flaming feeling he has never felt within him could not be quenched and it scared him.

"Shizu-!" His plea was muffled in by the bite he could feel imprinting on his skin. The pink muscle that belonged to the monster licked his neck freshly and marked it with more tender kisses.

Stop it.

He would not stop.

"Stop..."

That feeling was erupting. Whether his fear controlled his mind or the feeling of not knowing what could happen.

Let go...!

I said stop it!

"Shizuo!"

Immediately, they both stopped. The sound of clothes rustling faded. Even Shizuo himself stopped dead in his tracks.

"...Flea?"

The blond's eyes narrowed at the sight below him, Izaya laying there with a flushed face filled with embarrassment and the outline of his slender waist visible as his arms were raised above his head and captured within the beast's grip.

It did not even take a millisecond before Shizuo immediately sprang off of the raven in disbelief and embarrassment.

What have I done? What did I just do!? What the fuck was I doing?!

In the corner of his eye, he could see Izaya turning onto his side very slowly and looking away.

"...I'm sorry..."

No response.

"...This was really my fault. I shouldn't have drank too much..." He immediately sat up and walked.

"You were drunk. Caught in your own fantasies that the liquor makes you imagine."

"How can you be sorry from your own diluted fantasy...?"

He did not turn back. He just nodded, leaving the room silently in awkwardness.

Izaya finally had the courage to feel emotion again. His slender fingers traced his smooth pink tinted lips. It was too late for this to have happened. The night screamed danger yet again, as the moon never was seen in the darkness of the sky.

Shizuo done fucked up again.

I did the classic drunk cliche. Oh yes I did.

I also go on the Durarara chat rooms. Though, I go at random times. You should come by some time, I wouldn't mind talking with people. I usually go by the name Mizune or Shard. I don't create my own chat rooms but I join random ones. Do you guys think I should go on the chat rooms on a specific day of the week and actually start making my own rooms?

Hope you enjoyed! Until next time~!