Durarara Lemons

Doctor, Doctor

What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Now now," that annoyingly, nonchalant voice and casual wave of his hand was beginning to irritate Shizuo, "Don't be like that to your doctor, Shizu-chan!"

The blonde just growled and clenched the edge of the bed he was sitting on, keeping his eyes on Izaya. The raven haired man stood in front of him and flipped through a few papers on a clipboard while in a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck; it seemed as if he really prepared for this. Shizuo's eyes narrowed as Izaya made low humming noises as he looked through the papers. He then set it aside on a nearby counter and smiled at him. "Well, Shizu-chan, shall we begin your check out?"

"..."

"Ah, my bad, I meant check up," Izaya corrected himself and he removed the stethoscope from his neck and put the two ends in his ears, holding out the circular end and walking (or rather, he was sauntering) towards Shizuo. "Routine stuff, Shizu-chan."

"Get me my real doctor, flea," Shizuo growled. He backed up on the bed and clutched his gown closed, glaring at his enemy.

Izaya mocked insult as he put a hand over his heart, a frown decorating his expression. "Shizu-chan! You don't think I'm a real doctor?"

"Hell no! Find me Shinra!" Shizuo growled. He wanted nothing more than to beat the flea up, seriously, why was he here? It was time for Shizuo's check up, something that Tom took seriously and made sure he went. He actually hated the doctor's; he had seen far too many of them in his childhood when he broke his bones. Even now when he went to them, they would reprimand him and tell him not to be too violent. It took everything to not tell them that it was all Orihara Izaya's fault, but he did manage to keep his calm, and force himself to not be affected by the doctor's too much, finding a way to get through it every time.

Except he never had the flea as a doctor. He hated the doctor's and he hated the flea. Simple arithmetic dictated that he would doubly hate this checkup.

"Shinra's busy removing some guy's bullet," Izaya smiled and pressed the cold stethoscope to Shizuo's chest, his grin widening as he heard Shizuo hiss in surprise at how cold it was. He moved aside a bit of the gown to have better access, his auburn eyes scanning the smooth skin and smile turning into a crooked smirk. He had always heard that sex between two people that hated each other was quite... exhilarating, to see the least.

He had entertained the idea of sleeping with Shizuo for a while now. He had to admit that, aside his hatred, he could admit that the other was quite attractive: over six feet tall, built, blonde, and lean. It came as no surprise that Shizuo was popular in Ikebukuro but, luckily for Izaya, the blonde was far too busy thinking about killing him to even invest time in a relationship.

The raven haired man's smirk widened and he took a step closer. "Breathe," he instructed Shizuo and the blonde complied obediently, just wanting this experience to be over with. The obedience surprised him at first but sent a rush of excitement through his veins at the idea of Shizuo obeying him, that he was the one dominant.

"Take off your gown."

"..."

"I have to be able to reach your back, Shizu-chan," Izaya backed up a bit and shrugged as he heard Shizuo sigh and strip off his gown. "Awfully obedient, Shizu-chan."

"Between how much I hate you and the doctor's, I hate the doctor's more," he growled and turned around so Izaya could press the stethoscope to his back, "So I'll do anything to get out of here as soon as possible. Even put up with a flea like you."

Izaya let out a chuckle and he took a step closer to Shizuo. As he moved his stethoscope, he let the fingers holding the device brush against the soft skin of the male's black gently, enjoying the soft growl emitted from Shizuo's throat. His breathing seemed slightly erratic, Izaya noted dryly. He really did know something about medicine; being a good student in middle school did have its perks. The information broker found himself skimming through medicine textbooks in his spare time; he just loved humans and wanted to know everything about them, especially their anatomy.