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 cringed at Izaya's cheerful attitude, pushin past him to enter the surprisingly neat office and seating himself on the couch lazily, looking around.

 

"Nice place." He murmured curtly, his mind wandering absentmindedly to the board game on the table with multiple game pieces on it, a brow raised.

Izaya held in a smirk, seeing that Shizuo had discovered his chess game. He has no one to play with, not like he plays the game normally, so he plays by himself. He doesn't see a problem with it. "Don't make yourself too comfortable... How long are you planning on staying here anyways? Don't you have better things to do than hang out here, with me of all people?"

Shizuo scoffed, leaning back, arms lazily draped over the back of the couch on both sides.

 

"I'm staying here until Celty gets that shooter and takes it down so you don't get hit when you least expect it." He said airily, tapping his fingers on the leather material. "And I so happen to have the day of so no, I have nothing better to do then hang out with a flea like you."

Izaya blinked. "But you hate me." He said matter-of-factly, yet almost surprised, as he opened a can of Sprite sitting on the counter and taking a nonchalant sip of it before sitting himself a good foot or two away from Shizuo.

"And? It's just a favor to Shinra." Shizuo lied, looking in the other direction, out of the window showing the expanse of the city Izaya lived in. He remembered he moved here because the blond had ordered Izaya do so and never show his face in Ikebukuro. Maybe he was starting to regret that..."And you shouldn't be complaining. At least you won't be dying."

"You're right," He agreed, shrugging and setting down his Sprite. "I'm grateful," He moved a little closer to Shizuo, though not to the point of it getting creepy or anything. "to have you here with me." He said, giving Shizuo a very gentle smile.

Shizuo eyed him slightly, blushing just a bit before give a small "Tch" and looking away again. What was with that look? Izaya never thanked him or made such an adorable voice towards him...this was definitely a first. He exhaled shakily, almost positive to have seen a flicker in the building across the street. Glancing at the clock he found it to be 2:45. Too soon for then to try anything yet...

"Shizu-chan," He wasn't making eye contact anymore, seemingly staring into space and ocassionally flickering his gaze upwards. "Do you think that whoever is stalking me is voyeuristic?"

Shizuo tore his gaze away from the window to look at Izaya, raisin an eyebrow and looking at him confused.

 

"A what?" He question, removing his sunglasses and sticking them into his vest, as he always did when either concerned or content. Though the question was out of the blue it did make him wonder...Who really was out to get Izaya?

"Meaning," Izaya leaned forward, only centimeters away from kissing him, a naughty smirk on his face. "A person who enjoys watching sex or masturbation." With that, he licked his lips, letting his jacket fall loosely on his shoulders.

Shizuo blushed as a good 2/3 of the blood in his body deciding it was time to migrate South, his mouth open slightly as he drew a blank at the peak of skin he was getting as Izaya's v-neck fell away from his skin as he leaned forward. The jacket slid almost seductively off of Izaya's shoulder and that smirk gave Jim the chills as he found the most...queerest of urges. Trying to resist, the blond backed up, his back hitting the arm of the couch.

 

"I-I don't know...m-maybe?"

Izaya gave a small laugh, crawling into Shizuo's lap and undoing his belt-buckle seductively. "We can find out~" He suggested huskily, grinding against the blonde's hips excruciatingly slow.

 

((If I were the assassin, I'd be like, "firetruck THAT NOISE, I'M GETTING A SHOW. *whips out d**k*))

((I wouldn't even be concerned with the job anymore ))

 

Shizuo blushed even darker, clearly not expecting this sudden turn of events. By my god his hips felt amazing against his own, the friction proving to be glorious. "A-Ah~ B-but there's only-Ngh-10 more minutes." Shizuo managed to moan out, involuntarily bucking his hips upward and against Izaya's groin. It felt so good~ He never thought he'd be saying that either, especially not about Izaya.

Izaya ignored his protests, occupying himself with lavishing Shizuo's neck and jaw with licks and kisses. That's when he decided to use That voice. "I want to make Shizu-chan feel good~"

((OH GOD THE VOICE!))

 

Shizuo moaned, tilting his head to the side just slightly before he could stop himself, offering more of his neck's skin to Izaya's wanting and hungry lips, breathing already differenciating from how it had been just moments ago. This wasn't possible, how could he be feeling this pleasure, knowing Izaya's killer could be lurking anywhere. Still, temptation was to much as he realized how curious Izaya had made him with his statement. So he, close to teasingly, led him on.

 

"O-Oh? And how do you intend to do that?" Shizuo challenged, attempting to have some control.

Izaya paused in his actions, pulling his lips away from his neck and chuckling deviantly, replying with the most honest answer he could give. "Well clearly, I want to have sex with you. I don't know how to make that any more obvious." He said, unbuttoning Shizuo's vest.

Shizuo swallowed, clearly turned on as the slender fingers undid his vest, occasionally slipping under the shirt he had on underneath it, caressing the bits of skin peaking through. He smirked, wrapping his arms around Izaya's slim waist, slipping his hands under the thin black fabric of his shirt to carress the small of his back tauntingly.

 

"Hm? I hope this isn't because you want a good firetruck before you die."

Izaya deftly removed Shizuo's vest, now working on his pants. "It's not," he insisted. "I've always wanted to do this to you~" Without hesitation, Izaya leaned forward and captured Shizuo's lips in a searing kiss.

Shizuo blinked, before finding himself intertwining his finger in Izaya's hair and pulling him closer into a passionate kiss, momentarily forgetting about the time limit they had. 3:50...He thought, trying hard not to lose that thought. Afterall, he didn't necessarily wan Izaya to die in the middle of this...Or at all for that matter. But it was difficult as he licked Izaya's lower lip and lowered his hands to undo the other's jeans to not get caught up.

"Mn..." Izaya moaned lightly, opening his mouth for access and grinding against him again. The movements between their hips felt incredible... And he couldn't help but get aroused by it.

((Cont. From PM))

 

Shizuo swallowed, regaining his thoughts after that sudden release, smiling just slightly up at Izaya.

 

"I love you." He whispered, tracing small circles on the sides of his hips. He hadn't notice a minute tick by on the clock, leaving him unaware of many things. Like the soft click that echoed from the second level of Izaya's office that said that the stalker had been in hiding the whole time. And as he opened his mouth to speak he almost missed the sound of the last minute stroking by. And a gunshot that made his breath catch in his throat.

"Ah?" Izaya felt a stabbing pain in his arm, a warm liquid trickling down his forearm. He quickly grasped the open wound, slumping slightly. "Gh..." Whoever fired the shot was aiming for his head...He knew that much. But luckily they missed, and now he was only injured. But he wasn't safe out in the open like this.

Shizuo breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see Izaya hadn't been killed. Had the shot found it's target...he would have never forgiven himself honestly. Pulling out of him, the blond quickly flipped them over and blocked Izaya's body with his own, their skin flush against each other.

 

"Are you okay?" He questioned quietly, shifting his eyes around to find the shooter. No such luck. And it was to risky to make the dash for the door...

((BRB eating))

 

Izaya clutched his arm in attempt to stop the bleeding, his breathing heavier than before. "Y-Yeah...I'm fine." Izaya realized something. Although Shizuo was on top of him, blocking any bullets, not that the shooter would want to kill Shizuo if his target were Izaya, if he were to get off, the shooter would be able to get him. He looked around, spotting his jacket on the floor. "Can you reach that? My phone is in it." He thought that if he were to inform the police that there was a shooter in the building next to this one, they'd be forced to evacuate and the shooter wouldn't get a clear shot.

((Okay~))

 

Shizuo eyed the jacket on the ground and then Izaya, swallowing uneasily. Even moving the slightest bit away from Izaya scared him. He wouldnt be lying to say he was scared. Scared of losing his love...Nodding stiffly, the blond made it a point to stay as close over him as possible before barely grasping the fabric of the jacket and giving it to Izaya.

 

"Here, what are you planning?"