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.

((That last line made me go 'Awwww'))

 

Shizuo blinked, looking down at the weak grip on his white button up and then back at the teen clinging ever so gently to him. At first he had the urge to slap Izaya's hand away harshly and walk away but in the boy's state, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't be so cruel, not when he injured him in the first place. So after looking the other way he carefully took Izaya's hand in his own gingerly, trying to keep his touch as safe as possible without hurting the slender fingers.

((A nap? -_-' Why didn't you take one earlier? *sigh* NOW what am I gonna do?))

((Time skip to a day later. ??(o*???)))

 

Izaya sat at home, elevating his feet on a pillow with his arm lazily thrown over his bandages. He wasn't necessarily supposed to put any type of pressure on his wounds, not after what was done to him. But clearly, he didn't care and he didn't see the harm in doing so. However, he wasn't concerned with himself at this point. He was more worried about Shizuo, to be honest....Which was strange. He normally wouldn't even pay attention to him. But this was different. After beating him up so ruthlessly, he was still obliged to help him...? That made no sense at all, considering his claims of hating him so much.

((Okay~))

 

Shizuo sighed, pacing the hallway outside of Izaya's apartment rapidly. He knew why he was here. No. He knew why he came here. He came to help do the project with Izaya, being he was carrying the egg lightly in his palm. But what he was also contemplating which was making him hesitate was that he felt the undying urge to apologize to Izaya. Which was wrong of him to think.

 

Very, very, very wrong.

 

Finally he stopped, gulping as he stood in front of the door, raising a fist hesitantly. Just do it dammit...He growled to himself, forcing hi hand to move and slam into the door into a single knock. That probably could have taken the door down.

Izaya raised an eyebrow, looking inquisitively at the door. Who knocks only once? He didn't feel like getting up so he did this the easy way. "The door is open." He said calmly, eating some vanilla yogurt and laying back on his couch carelessly.

Shizuo swallowed the little saliva remaining in his mouth before opening the door and stepping in, attempting to keep up somewhat his bad-ass personality. He held up the egg as nonchalantly as he could muster, giving a deadpan look.

 

"...Hey." He said, keeping his Voice as monotonous as possible. Let's not let Izaya know he was apologetic. But it was hard. Especially when seeing his crippled body on the couch like that.

"You here for the project?" He asked, somewhat awkwardly. I mean, why else would he be there? He wouldn't expect someone like him to apologize or even feel guilty in the slightest. But then again, he DID help him after almost killing him. He deserves some atonement for at least that much.

Shizuo nodded stiffly, sitting himself awkwardly next to Izaya. Really, all he had to do was give him the egg. So why he was lingering was beyond his knowledge. He flickered his eyes around the apartment taking in every detail and such, before resting his eyes on Izaya's Bandaged chest which wasrising and falling with almost ragged breaths. He couldn't help but soften his eyes sympathetically, feeling pity. Sometimes he forgot his own strength.

Izaya chuckled. "Would you stop staring at my chest and just give me the egg already~?" He asked, holding his hand out expectantly. He was only joking, but was regretting saying that in risk of getting hurt again. He tried not to show it, smiling like Shizuo hadn't broken three of his ribs yesterday.

Shizuo flinched at the smile, frowning in return. He cautiously gave Izaya the egg, bein sure it was secured in his hand, before looking at him slightly. He wanted to tell him to wipe that smile off his face. He...he actually wante him to scold him and tell him that he was a horrible person. Even though he hated Izaya...

 

"How...are you doing with the ribs?"

Izaya blinked in confusion at the sudden change of subject, becoming even more concerned about him. He was worried about him. Worried about someone he supposedly despised. "Ah, fine... But there's something I've been meaning to ask you... How come you beat me up and then made an effort to help me?"

Shinra asked the same thing...

 

"Because I couldn't kill you in school. I figured I'd wait till Saturday or when I got to you alone." Shizuo mumbled, shrugging gently as he looked away, his hand itching to grab one if his cigarette's in his pocket to smoke now...Why did they have to question him? Hell, even he didn't know why he saved him.

Using that same voice he had used with him yesterday, he laid his head on Shizuo's lap, smirking deviantly. "Well, we're alone aren't we? How come you don't do it now?" He asked, the container of yogurt still in his hands as he did so.

Shizuo blinked, realizing Izaya had found a loophole in his excuse. And it didn't help he was laying seductively in his lap basically screaming take me now. Especially by using that voice. My GOD that voice....He could've gotten aroused by that alone.

 

"I-...I just don't feel like it. You're eating right now." He lied, using Izaya's YoGurt as an excuse to throw him off just slightly.

Izaya threw his yogurt carelessly against the wall, pulling him down by the collar again, just as close as last time. "Now I'm not," He replied, moving the hands on his collar up to his face, cupping his cheek gently, the other hand sifting through his hair. "am I?"

Shizuo felt his breath hitch at how close they were to each other. How physical it seemed to be getting and how amazing Izaya's hands felt running through his hair. The blond attempted to steady his shallowing breath, and failed, thinking of any way out of this to avoid what was surely to come. Which also included him giving in to such a sweet and mouth watering temptation.

 

"N-no, but, you're wounded. I wouldn't k-kick you when you're down..." He whispered, afraid to raise his voice any higher and break the moment.

Izaya ignored his protests, giving a very light lick to Shizuo's lower lip, continuing to tease him. "Shizu-chan," He paused to lick his lips, obviously enjoying his taste. "Umai wa~" (Delicious.)

Swallowing, Shizuo felt blush bloom across his cheeks and his member twitch ever so slightly in arousal from the confines of his trousers. Izaya was really asking for it. And by licking his lips, it made the idea p making him his all the more realistic. But he still had one thread of restraint and that was that he couldn't possible make love to his self-proclaimed enemy. So he put on his best frown and uncaring look, glaring down at Izaya.

 

"But I hate you."

With that, Izaya put on a fake pout and dropping his fingers from Shizuo's hair, though still as close as he let out a very light, fluttery exhale. "Ah~ So boring, Shizu-chan... It makes me so upset when you say that~"

Oh god help him for this. Izaya was so luck right now that he wasn't turning him over and makin him feel 20 times more better then anything he'd ever experienced. But he figured, what the he'll, what could it hurt to at least amuse himself?

 

"And why is that~?" He question, his voice suddenly gaining a smooth yet husky tone that he knew for a fact most girls would kill to hear. And he knew that whispering his sweet breathe against Izaya's sift lips, barely moving against them as he spoke, would make said girls die happy.

Izaya was starstruck for a moment, shuddering from how strangely sexy he was being. He went out out with it, going along with the trick, thinking that this was the time and the place to be honest with him; while they were alone, his apartment-neighbors were out and a project to procrastinate on. "I love you, stupid~"

And that was really all Shizuo needed to completely lock his lips with Izaya's and hold him tenderly, as though he were afraid of breaking him even more then he had. The kiss itself Shizuo was careful enough to make passionate, moving his lips slowly, letting the taste of the teen beneath him seep in like poison. This...this was so much better then simply delivering a damn egg.

"Mm..." Izaya kissed back without thinking, wanting this all too much to care right now. He moved his lips against Shizuo's, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt and pressing his hands softly against his half-exposed chest.

Shizuo felt a ripple of excitement blow through him as Izaya's skilled fingers caressed his tanned skin delicately, giving Shizuo enough courage to lick lightly at Izaya's lower lip and begin to undo his pants, which Shizuo now noted were being strained against quite tightly.

 

"Mm~ Izaya~" He pulled away, momentarily to regain his common sense. "We-...we can't. Not with your injuries."

"Oh~ Just once~?" Izaya pleaded seductively, tracing his hands down to his abs and waist. "O-ne-gaaai~?" (Please) He asked, painfully slowly.