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.

A lot was going on, apparently. The whole Dollars and Yellow Scarves thing was getting out of control...And he also noticed that people being hurt by Shizuo weren't ever gossipped about anymore. It was getting too frequent. His cut stung. He exhaled in pain, shuddering as he ghosted his fingers over it. "Hm...I hope Shinra won't mind me seeing him." With that, he got up and grabbed his cell phone and jacket to head out the door.

Shizuo wasn't as blind as to not see the people whispering as he walked or the uneasiness seen in just a passing glance of nearly everyone's gaze. And he most certainly didn't miss the growing amount of people wearing yellow scarves are articles of clothing. He could only think of one person who could tell him what had been happening recently. But that'd involve going to Shinra where she most likely was. "Oh well, what can one visit do?" He questioned quietly, moving in the direction of the doctors home where Celty resided.

Shinra, a middle school/high school friend turned into an acquaintence, rarely took him in anymore. But when a wound needed suturing and he didn't feel like paying anyone, he was the only person to turn to. Shinra looked surprisingly content in seeing him. "Do you need something?"

 

"Shizu-chan was being mean to me again..."

"I-I see..."

Shizuo hesitated before knocking on Shinra's door, he really did. He thought: was this really necessary? And of course yes was the answer. So it couldn't be helped as he knocked firmly but weakly, still a bit down about earlier. Shizuo Heiwajima could be a very lonely guy sometimes, and it didn't help that Izaya only influenced that matter even more.

Celty was the one to answer, surprised when it was Shizuo. She pulled out her phone from her pocket, quickly typing something and holding it up to him.

 

"Why are you here?"

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"All done!" Shinra concluded, allowing Izaya to clothe himself.

"Thanks."

Shizuo shrugged, looking away a bit awkwardly. "I wanted to know if you knew anything about the change in the people here recently..." He stated, being quite blunt, pausing only when he heard voices in the back of the house. "Visitors?"

Celty quickly typed away, holding up probably one of the most dreadful sentences Shizuo will ever lay his eyes on. "Yes, actually. Izaya dropped by awhile ago because he needed medical attention."

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Izaya pulled on his signature jacket, beginning to take his leave when he noticed Shizuo had also came. How coincidental.

Shizuo swallowed, trying his hardest not to show his horror at the words. But not because it was Izaya who was here. It was because of why Izaya was here. Feelin his throat go dry, Shizuo turned, steppin out of the door way and walking down the hall. "Ah, sorry to bother you." He didn't leave the buding though. He waited around the corner of the hallway on that same floor, leaning against the wall and clenching his fists tightly. He shouldn't have been feeling this...Not regret and anger towards himself...

Izaya and Celty were dumbfounded and looked at each other, clearly confused. This was the first time he had ever suppressed the need to throw something at Izaya, ever. It was baffling just hearing him use a calm voice near him. No intent to kill or even one bit of irritation. Izaya, curious, followed after him.

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"Shizu-chan?" Izaya questioned, coming up behind Shizuo, for once without the intent of annoying him. He was more interested in why he was acting so strangely.

And it was there in those few moments of solace when Izaya followed him and called out his name in curiosity that should have been mocking Shizuo found his body moving of his own accord. He spun around, wrapping his fingers around Izaya's throat and slamming him into the wall next to him, the grip loose as he lowered his head above Izaya's shoulder, his mouth next to the male's ear. His body trembled and shook from everything whirling inside of him and it showed from how strained his voice came out to be.

 

"I hate you. I hate you so much Izaya. But why..." He growled, ignoring the taunting liquid that dripped from his angered brown eyes. "Why can't I force myself to believe that?!"

 

((Wow...talk about your drama o_o))

((Ikr? D: This should be on an episode of Dr. Phil.))

 

Izaya, though half surprised and half expecting this, shook his head. He didn't get it. The poor guy just didn't get it at all. "The answer is right in front of you, don't you get it? You don't hate me at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Ever since you first saw me, you decided that you hate me. And logically, you can't just decide you hate someone. I know that you get angry at me and throw things at me to suppress your 'hate.' But to you, it's just reverse psychology. You had love for me since first sight.

 

You've always loved me."

 

((Not to brag here, but GODS to I make a good Izaya.))

((It's not bragging, it's true I swear, I actually felt something when Izaya said that. It was...sweet but not at the same time ^^' And it should be an Episode of Dr.Phil. Or Jerry Springer or something...))

 

At the words spoken, Shizuo felt himself grow just a bit angrier, his grip on Izaya's throat tightening. It couldn't be true...he couldn't be in love with the flea. Not after hating him for so long--

 

"You're wrong..."--not after trying to kill him every second of the day--

 

"I could never...love you..."--not after spending his days chasing Izaya just to land a few punches--

 

"I could never love anyone!" Shizuo shouted, looking at Izaya with a mix of desperation and anger.

 

--Not after hesitating every time he had a chance to kill him, just to let Izaya escape.

"You only say that because you feel that no one's ever been able to love you. You feel that they're afraid of you because of your strength and your temper." Izaya stated matter-of-factly, though slightly restrained because of the look in his eye. It was different, though not in the least bit scary. Izaya tried to give his most reassuring smile, to soothe the moment. "But if you really have to know..." He purposely softened his voice, flickering his gaze around a bit. "I never wanted to hurt you physically or mentally because..." With that, he mouthed the magic words.

 

I love you.

((I officially want to marry you and have little babies and name them all Izaya and Shizuo Jr. xDDD))

 

Shizuo's heart stopped. Just for a moment. He wasn't even sure if he had heard, let alone seen Izaya's lips move correctly but if they did...If they really had mouthed 'I Love You' to Shizuo with those sympathetic eyes and non-mocking smile at him...Shizuo was sure he could have died. It was only in locked away day-dreams of "what if" that he had seen this moment, and to have it happen...It did multiple things to him. It scared him for one, enough to release his bruising grip on Izaya's neck, and it also made him take a step back in disbelief.

 

"Y-you..." His throat dried up considerably and it took all he had to not embarrass himself. "...Love me?" And suddenly things became a lot clearer to Shizuo Heiwajima.

((LOL UM WHY. ))

 

Izaya could only watch as he took a step back, a very bewildered expression on his face. His gorgeous, lovable face that he hated to look angry or confused. Izaya laughed lightly at the response, tangling his fingers in the fabric of his own jacket in a self-embrace, his gaze drifting to the floor, taking on it's own mystified aura. "Yes. I love you a lot. I'm sure this is a lot for you to register as I take your word for it; 'you've never loved anyone before.' that's why you're so confused right now... But if you'd let me... I'd like to show you what it feels like to have someone love you."

((Because you are the perfect Izaya and had I been a male and in your room I'd be taking you in the manpower fashion possible ))

 

Shizuo stuttered lightly, absolutely bewildered and puzzled at the heat rushing to his face and the skipping his heart was doing. All over what Izaya had spoken about loving him. He also swallowed hard at closer inspection of Izaya, who also seemed to be acting differently, although nod as flustered as Shizuo himself. Unable to think of anything logical to say back, he merely gave a numb nod, absolutely speechless.

 

"...Sh-show me. Before I make my decision..."

((Damn, bro. Im flattered in more ways than one. 8D If it helps, you make a pretty spankin' Shizuo yourself.))

 

Almost instantly, after a firm, understanding nod, he had his fingers in his hair and his free hand around his shoulder, capturing him in a very gentle, yet surprisingly passionate kiss. He himself noticed a flaw in his logic as well. As skilled as he was in reading people's expressions and thoughts, he was never fully in love with someone before. He had never been in a relationship or had even kissed anyone before... Let alone a male.

 

Until now, that is.

((Lol, really? I felt pretty bad compared to how amazing you were doing as Izaya ^^'))

 

Shizuo's eyes widened as Izaya's lips moved passionately against his own, a hand running through his hair while the other steadied himself. And as each second passed Shizuo felt any resistance disappear as he slid an arm around Izaya's waist and the other on his upper back, basically saying: Screw it, to all the years he thought he would be repulsed by doing this. How could he have thought that when Izaya's lips were so soft and kissable, almost addicting, he thought as he moved his own back against the other male's. Like poison. Shizuo then decided something that should have been very clear to him.

 

I Love Izaya Orihara...

((D'awww, you. For the record, I blushed really hard after reading that paragraph and felt all fluttery, lol. I agree that Izaya is very beddable. xDD))

 

Izaya made a sound of acceptance as he felt him kiss back and moved his lips against Shizuo's, still holding them in perfect harmony as they fell back against a wall, Izaya against the hallway and actually moaning lightly and enjoying the kiss while it lasted for what seemed like an eternity. A perfect eternity, as far ad he was concerned.

((Isn't he?! I don't know how Shizuo can resist ))

 

Shizuo didnt complain as he felt Izaya press against the wall behind him, still locked in a passionate embrace. In fact, he used it as an excuse to get close and taste mor rid the black haired male, teasingly using his tongue to lick seductively at Izaya's bottom lip--which seemed to perfectly shaped to be natural. Shivers crept down his skin and back up in the form of goosebumps at the sound of Izaya's soft, delectable moan. It made Shizuo's appetite rage. Rage for more of the obviously aroused boy beneath him. He wanted to feel and see so much more of him. And it showed as his hand resting on the small of Izaya's back slowly slid up the back of the black v-neck.

((THIS LEMON IS GOING TO BE GLORIOUS, I CAN FEEL IT IN MY LADY PARTS.))

 

Izaya obediently opened his mouth, poking and prodding at the other man's tongue with interest and arching at the feel of his talented fingers against his bare skin with a light gasp, his grip tightening slightly on his vest. He was flushed by now, the intimacy between them flaring with all the pent-up passion they had been storing for each other specially for a moment like this.

(( Then imagine how I, the seme, must be feeling if you as the uke are already hyped up ))

 

Shizuo returned the playful prodding of Izaya's tongue graciously, taking care to nibble and suck on the male's tongue before exploring his hot mouth, resisting the urge to smirk at the gasp that vibrated through his mouth. Shizuo let his hand creep up further, gently caressing and soothing the burning skin beneath him, moving close to Izaya with a slight groan from the contact their hips made. Shizuo knew this wasnt just love. If was absolute bliss. And he loved it with every part of his being as he used is other hand to slip up the front of Izaya's thin shirt, resting his slightly worn fingers on his smooth stomach.

((*nods in understanding* FANTASTIC. FANTASTIC.))

 

Izaya shuddered in pleasure as all this took place at once, the hand entangled in his blonde hair moving down to his chest to undo the vest he was wearing as he shyly returned the erotic tongue ministrations of their kiss, which was now getting to be quite heated because of their clashing hips and suggestive touches being exchanged lovingly.

((And say hello to my PM which will be received by you in a few minutes ^^))

((Gawjuss. And I'd also like to propose that we use an idea I just concaucted for the next arc, which will most likely begin tomorrow.))