Durarara Lemons

Call Me Sensei

The blond teen leant back lazily, grunting in annoyance. One thrown chair and the principal gave him detention? It flew across the room and hit ONE kid. One of those wannabe gang members that got dared to come at HIM. Shizuo Heiwajima.

The teen had done much more severe damage than that.

To make matter's worse... he just had to get assigned detention with THIS teacher. If anyone even called him that... The guy had dark, raven hair, off-setting eyes that somehow "naturally" were red in color, and that sick ass smirk he always wore. Shizuo hated it. He hated him. And he hated school.

Orihara Izaya was his name, or "Izaya-sensei" as he instructed people to call him. Most students complied or didn't bother talking to him in class if it wasn't necessary. The girls definitely loved him though. The guy was said to be 23 or 24... or something. The fact didn't keep him from looking years younger than he was.

"Che..." Shizuo scoffed, crossing his arms. Crimson tinted eyes inspected the artificial blond, said man smirking as he saw the annoyance in the other's eyes. How boring... he was the only student in detention today...~

"Sit properly, Heiwajima-kun,"

...Not. For the teacher this situation couldn't be any more entertaining; he was well aware the student hated him in a way no one could describe. Shifting his dark brown eyes to the teacher at the front of the room, Shizuo glared slightly.

"Don't use the -kun with my name..."

Not bothering to sit up, the boy merely moved in his chair to get more comfortable. Izaya's sharp eyes continued to inspect the insubordinate teen. The teacher put down the papers he had at hand and proceeded to give the other his full attention. He leant in, chin rested on the back of his hand, elbow propped on the desk.

"Rebellious are we..? They didn't have the right blond in stock for ya~?"

The man smirked, teasing the already agitated teen. Brow twitching, Shizuo's hands formed into tight fists. "Shut it, old man!" He spat back, resisting the urge to throw his own desk right then and there, directly at the prime- lone- target. The raven smirked again, standing from his seat. "I've had enough of your mouth, Heiwajima-kun," Making his way over to his student, he lifted a leg to kick the chair under him. "Sit up."

The mere action threw the younger male off. Blinking in surprise, he raised a brow up at his superior. "Eh..?" It wasn't like a guy like the Orihara would stand a chance against a monster like him, was that some sort if challenge? The expression faded away, a frown setting upon his face.

"-What if I don't...?"

Pushing his luck, Shizuo felt no need to even hold eye contact, stubbornly gazing up at the ceiling. What he didn't expect, though, was the next. Without hesitation, the raven instructor delivered the back of his hand to the blond's face; a cruel smirk arising as he struck him.

The same hand grabbed the other's collar, yanking him in. "This lesson will be one even the likes of you won't forget.~" He purred, free hand reaching for his own pocket. In one swift movement, he revealed a shiny blade, pressing it down against the other's shirt collar.

Eyes widened, Shizuo's hand shot up to hold his cheek. Nobody ever dared hit the brown eyed teenager like that before... "W.. what the hell!-" Just as he sat up to glare, Shizuo was pulled forward roughly. Breath hitching, he gaped at the tone of voice the other was emitting, flinching at the feel of cold metal.

"Hey... what are... you doing!?"

Eyes shifting downward, stubborn one growled softly. Smirk only widening, he, pressed his blade across the broad chest, slicing through the clothes easily. The raven leaned in, lips barely brushing against the blond's.