Durarara Lemons

Wedding Crashers

Izaya and Shizuo were in the closet toward the back of the chapel. Izaya had a bruise forming on his neck from where his collar dug in. Shizuo's eyes were glowing with rage, the steel color burning into Izaya. He smirked, feeling his heart pound in his chest at the thrill of it. Shizuo had made a few moves to attack, but Izaya had managed to put them off with words, confusing Shizuo and making him stop from beating his face inwards.

Izaya thumbed the hilt of his blade as he stepped forward, prepared to make a move at Shizuo. If he aimed for the throat, and had enough power, he could cut through that skin so easily.

Of course, this was a monster we were working with. Anything could happen. And, that's what Izaya had wanted. He was growing tired of the same cat and mouse chase. The same old routine. He wanted something new.

"You're getting bored to play with, Shizu-chan. Spice things up a bit. Do something I won't expect!" He laughed, stepping closer, closing the gap between them. The same deadly smirk danced on his lips, as the same enraged scowl was on Shizuo's.

"Are you daring me, ah? You fucking flea." Shizuo yelled, his deep voice making the walls vibrate. He moved forward, grabbing Izaya's collar harshly, pulling him across the floor closer. His breathe was hot on Izaya's face as he growled. "You'll regret ever saying that."

Izaya chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes in the dark room. He could barely see Shizuo in the shadows, but the fierce gaze was hard to look away from. "Heh, why should I have any regrets? This is exactly what I would expect from you." Another laughed broke out as he threw his head back, shaking from the sheer joy of his situation.

"I'll regret coming to this wedding if you do something I don't like! But right now, you're failing at surprising me! You damn bastard!" The smirk on his face was one of pure sarcasm and trollish joy.

Shizuo stayed quiet before smirking as well, a sinister idea growing in his mind. He wrapped a strong, firm hand around Izaya's waist, pulling him roughly against him, making sure he couldn't move. Izaya glanced up staring at Shizuo, a small grin still on his face.

"Fucking flea."

Shizuo swallowed his pride and pressed his lips roughly on Izaya's. It was hard, and cold. No feeling whatsoever. Izaya blinked as he froze, the familiar, yet foreign feeling overwhelming him. Shizuo used this opportunity to reach into Izaya's jacket, feeling for his blade.

It only lasted for a moment, before Izaya shoved him away, gagging slightly as he spat at the ground, effectively hitting Shizuo's shoe.

"Wh-what the fuck? What type of move was that?" Izaya hissed. He wasn't expected the brute to make such a...bold move. He had to give the blonde some credit. He managed to catch the great Izaya off guard. But it pissed him off.

Shizuo smirked wider, pulling the blade from Izaya's pocket as he twirled it in his hand. "I thought you wanted something...new?" Shizuo pulled him closer, his voice growing deeper and huskier as he pressed on the blade, threatening to break it. Izaya's eyes widened in slight fear of the only blade he brought snapping into shards.

His face turned red, from anger and slight embarrassment as he tried to grab at his blade. "You're a real asshole, you know that? Give it back you bastard!"

Shizuo laughed lightly, pulling the blade from Izaya's reach. He put more pressure on the blade, cracking it slightly. Izaya grew still as he watched a small sliver snap off and land in the shadows.

"Make me flea." the blonde smirked wider. "Maybe if you do something "new" too." Izaya remained silent, unsure if Shizuo was making a point, or trying to fuck with him. Shizuo narrowed his steel colored eyes and grinned. "You've bored me."