Frail Words Collapse was a fail. So yeah. DRRR!! Rp time. >w>''

 

Shizaya, aka ShizuoxIzaya from the anime Durarara!! is definitely a favorite of mine. They hate each other, but fangirls will warp a burning hatred into a burning passion. So, without further ado, let's ROCK THIS THING...KINDA. MAYBE.

 

Zexion/Ienzo, commence first post.

Shizuo smiled at the statement, holding Izaya close to him. He was glad to hear he was cared about, that the raven hair male really did love him. He sighed, using his good arm to lift the boy's chin to kiss him softly on the lips, brushing noses just slightly.

 

"I love you to."

(("Shizuo switching between sweet, slow lovemaking (brushing hair, storking cheeks, calling Izaya "love", whispering in his ear sweet nothings, etc. etc) and rough, kinky firetrucking (kinky positions, salacious dirty talk, marking, cock ring, etc. etc.) while having sex with Izaya." READ THIS ON LIVEJOURNAL. WANT. BRB WHILE I START TO WRITE THIS SHIT... I WANT KATY PERRY'S WHIPPED CREAM TITS.))

 

((Should we start the new arc or keep going? Lol. This arc seems to be coming to a close.))

(( Send me that link!!! And sure, your turn for the new arc ^^))

((There is no link. It's a freewrite. But I'd be happy to write it for you, lol. HERE I GO WITH THE NEW ARC.))

 

Summer in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku hit hard. Temperatures got up to 100+ degrees, with no access to the ocean or any pools. Izaya never wore his jacket in the summer. EVER. It was way too cozy to wear in such heat. His normal pair of jeans were replaced with moderately-short shorts, reaching to about mid-thigh, and a v-neck t-shirt.

 

It's not like he didn't still visit Ikebukuro.

((Yes please :DDD))

 

Shizuo himself hated the heat in Ikebukuro. It was during these blistering go summers he was forced to wear doething other than his bartender outfit. Where he had to put on a disgusting pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. He hated it. Absolutely hated it. And what made it worse; there was always a certain flea roaming the streets more often during the summer. Groaning, Shizuo slumped as he walked through the streets, trying not to make contact with the sticky, sweat covered bodies.

((Mmmm... Shizuo in swim trunkssss. ^////^))

 

Izaya leaned against a street sign, one leg crossed across the other and speaking on chat via iPhone. He typed away quickly, chuckling every now and then because of the ignorance of some people. He took a nonchalant sip of a banana smoothie as he enjoyed the solace of not getting chased for once.

((That's gonna change soon Izaya >))

 

Shizuo sighed, wiping off the perspiration on his forehead, cheeks flushing slightly from the heat. He hated this, hated everything, that included summer only of course. He was just not in the mood to do anything, let alone walk in the heat. So without bothering to look at who was around him, he leaned against the wall closest to the shade, next to a sign that signaled which way to drive. Shizuo exhaled heavily, lookin down at the person next to him, looking at the sleek and sexy legs with a drying throat. Now he was thirsty. Had he had a tie on he'd loosen it.

 

"Well hello..." He murmured to himself, trying hard not to stare.

((>w>'' Wow Shizuo. You can't even notice your own enemy in shorts. SHAME ON YOU. Lol at what he said. "WELL HELLO SEXY HOW ARE- *Izaya turns around* OH GOD THAT WAS A MISTAKE. D8>"))

 

Izaya distinctly heard someone behind him... And feeling a pair of eyes on him. He didn't protest, liking the attention. He had an urge to turn around to see if they were good looking or not, but decided not to. He wasn't like that...And he certainly wasn't looking for a partner. So he shrugged it off, noticing that his smoothie was getting runny due to the heat. He frowned, drinking some more of it before shutting his phone, his chat finished.

 

((Is it weird if I have a kink for exposed neck lines/collar bones? That's why I adore Izaya's V-neck. @.@))

((Oh I feel the same way. I LOVE Izaya's v-neck.))

 

Smirking slightly, Shizuo licked his lips, watching some of the sweat slip down the legs. They were definitely the best he'd ever seen, and it made him wonder what the upper half looked like. After contemplating on what would go against his morals he decided that it couldn't hurt to See who he was currently blushing over. But when he saw the hair and face of who it was he gave a look of disgust, blanching, and hitting his head against the wall, not being to quiet when it came to voicing his irritation.

 

"What the firetruck is wrong with me, my GOD! UGH!"

At hearing the noise of disgust behind him, he dropped his smoothie, a hot flush covering his cheeks as he spun around, recognizing that voice anywhere. "Sh-Shizu-chan!" He backed up a little, blushing furiously as he raised his arms in defense at risk of getting hit with something. "When did you get here?!"

Shizuo groaned, rubbing his forehead and turning to glare at Izaya's form, clearly blaming him for being so...so tempting. It wasn't right! It shouldn't even be possible for that to happen! His enemy of all people and he was nearly aroused by the damn flea...

 

"I've been here idiot! And God what are you wearing, underwear?! He asked viciously, crinklin his nose.

"They're called 'shorts'. And why in the name of hell were you staring at me?" He suddenly got uneasy, looking at him with slight curiosity. Seriously. They hate each other. By any means, they shouldn't even be talking to each other so calmly. Well, no. 'Calmly' wasn't the word. More like... Casually.

Shizuo blushed vibrantly, gripping his fists tightly as he resisted the urge to grab the street sign next to Izaya and slam it right down the ignorant brat's throat....How dare he accuse him of staring?! And shorts?! In what reality could those close to skin tight mid thigh pieces of clothing be called shorts?

 

"I didn't know it was you! No man has legs like that! I thought you were just some woman!"

"W-Woman?!" He was insulted now, but blushing even more at the thought of actually having attractive legs. He looked down at the pavement in awkward silence for a while before flickering his gaze back up. "So you were staring at my legs, then?"

It was Shizuo's turn to blush at the comment as he leaned back against the wall, looking away awkwardly. He was staring at his legs but that was before he knew it was Izaya. Had he known he probably wouldn't have bothered looking...Wait....probably?! Of course he wouldn't be looking anymore!

 

"Tch...maybe I was, what of it?"

Izaya's fidgetty attitude quickly disappeared and turned into the usual cocky demeanor. He laughed lightly, turning around so that his back was facing him and threw his arms out dramatically. "I just asked a question, Shizzy..." He smirked haughtily to himself. He knew what he was gonna do tomorrow.

 

I wonder if he likes waists as much as he likes legs.

 

((*eyebrow raise* I'm liking this arc for some reason. >w> Do want seductive, barely clothed Izaya.))

((OH GOD YES BTW Just read the hottest Mikado x Kida lemon ever ^///^))

 

Shizuo frowned, resisting the urge to kick Izaya in the rear and send him sprawling into the middle o the street where an 18 wheeler was quickly approaching.

 

"Whatever flea, it's to hot to fight with you." He mumbled, pushing off the wall to walk away, shoving his hands in her pockets and leaving the street, now more hot and sweaty then before. But as tk why that was wasnt something he'd discuss.

 

((Next Day?))

((Yes.))

 

Izaya looked himself over, pleased with what he saw. Same shorts as the day before, but riding a little lower on his hips to expose his hip bones.

 

And shirtless.

 

He was ready to go back to Ikebukuro.

((*hyperventilation* OH GOD SHIRTLESS IZAAAYAAAAAA~!))

 

Shizuo finally gave in. He didn't want to resort to this, really. He wasn't fond of sweet things so everytime he walked by the parlor in Ikebukuro that was always booming with business in the summer, he'd turn his nose up and walk away, hands in his pockets. But now, it was way to hot to say no to the creamy goodness.

 

"One Vanilla Waffle Cone please." He ordered, leaning against the marble counter lazily, occasionall casting some uninterested glances to please a few teenage girls gazing at his tan chest, which was now in the open. Not his fault it got hot enough for him to pop the first few buttons on his loose, white, button up t-shirt.

Izaya hung out near a different sign this time, attracting a lot of female (*cough* and male) attention as he was very well exposed to not go unnoticed. He enjoyed the attention a lot, sometimes winking or waving to the passerbys. (The lucky bastards.) Now he waited patiently.

 

((BRB going to cash my check.))

((I lol'd at the 'lucky bastards' part ^^'))

 

After taking his cone and already beginning to indulge into it, Shizuo stepped outside, fully content on staying in Shinra's air conditioned apartment before feelin his eyes widen and cheeks heat up even more. You have got to be kidding me...He thought, nearly dropping his ice cream. There, insole his shirtless glory was Izaya Orihara looking flushed from the heat but just as cocky as before, occasionally winking at passerbies.

 

((BRB, taking a shower.))

((Back ))

He saw Shizuo from the corner of his eye, but paid his presence no mind. Instead, he continued the flirty behaviour, popping one of his legs out and arching forward in a seductive stretch as a means to get more attention. No male had a chest that supple and thighs that delicious. It was nearly inhuman to even consider Izaya as part of the male community anymore.

 

((WTF KIND OF BANK CLOSES AT 11:00?!))

((Well it is a Saturday, most banks usually do, didn't you know that ^^'?))

 

Shizuo swallowed, his eyes unable to look away from how Izaya's back curved so dangerously, his shorts riding low on his hips. Even the look on his face as he stretched made Shizuo think of how he could make those exact actions happen, but in a different way. With Izaya moanin and moving his hips to meet his ow--

 

Wait. What?!

 

Shizuo blushed brightly, angry at himself and at Ozaya for making him thinks such sexual things. What's worse, for makin him even hotter by awakening his arousal, and making him ten times hotter. An the drippin ice cream in his hand didn't help shit. Finally, he mustered the coherent words to say something.

 

"Wh-what the hell are you doing flea?!"

((No, I mean for the entire week, they're only open until about 11:00 - 12:30. O_o I know that they close a LITTLE early on Saturdays/Sundays -- my dad's bank closes at 3:30 -- but JESUS the ENTIRE week? What is this I don't even.))

 

He heard the voice and smirked breifly, letting it drop into an innocent frown. "Um, standing?" He replied matter-of-factly, although he knew that he wasn't just standing. He was pretty much seducing anyone who came within 3 feet of him. Unintentionally, of course, but he can't help it if he's fantastically sexy.