Durarara Lemons

Safe Haven

Even as the dark haired man worked; planning every single move, plotting, putting everything where it needed to be to later release hell and watch it all happen, even as this went on. He couldn't stop thinking of one single person. His one slice of humanity left. As much as he tried to distance himself from those humans so he could much more easily sit back and watch as they killed each other and betrayed each other, studying them as he always did, that one man always could drag him back into the realms of humanity and make him feel the most human emotion of all: Love.

Though he really wasn't too proud of himself for submitting to it, but at the same time it interested him deeply. He'd never been in love before. He thought he was incapable of love- well except for his love of watching humans. Though that was a different sort of love. This love, this love he felt right now was for one single person and not the whole of humanity. This love of his made him do crazy things- even so crazy that it was odd for even he himself, Izaya Orihara, to do. Honestly, though, this whole love thing was crazy and weird and Izaya just couldn't get a grip on himself any more. It was an odd love, at that, though who would expect otherwise? It was an odd coupling.

Their love was rough. Playing with life and showing their love in forms of fighting and cutting and throwing things and all over just the exact opposite of what 'love' was supposed to be. Though Izaya felt that it wouldn't feel right any other way if they stopped fighting just because they'd fuck nearly every night if they were anywhere near each other. Oh and the sex. That was something. It always left Izaya sore and bruised- did he mind, though? Of course not. It felt right. If their sex wasn't rough then what would it be? They played on the kinky side with bondage and knives, heated kisses that left bruises wherever they were placed, biting and scratching, there was always blood and lots of it when they fucked. It just wouldn't feel right otherwise. Their sex was a lot like their fighting, but somehow... the former was much much more dangerous- not just bordering on the physically challenging and demanding side of being ripped open each time they "made love" but the emotional side as well because with each session Izaya fell more and more. He kept being dragged deeper and deeper into it. Into humanity.

He was running, jumping on top of cars on his way away from the blonde, a smirk planted firmly on his face as he ran, knowing that every move he made and no matter how much distance he seemingly attempted to get between them he knew that Shizuo was right behind him. It almost comforted him as he skidded to a miniscule stop to turn the corner and go down the block, dodging the things that were being thrown at him all the while. It was exciting, thrilling, adrenaline pumped through his body and he swore that sometimes the chase was better than the sex they had. His smirk only grew when he lead Shizuo into a dead end alleyway- Yes, he had just purposely trapped himself, but it was for a reason.

The dark haired man put his hands out as he fell against the brick wall, sticking his ass out a little bit as he threw his head over his shoulder to look as the blonde rounded the corner into the alleyway and quickly slowed. "Oh... look at this, you caught me," his voice was light but dangerously seductive all at the same time. "Oh what are you going to do now?" he gasped, throwing his head back for a moment before leaning his upper half against the cold brick wall and incidentally stuck his behind out even more.

"Izaya."

The low and dangerous growl that came from the blonde sent shivers down Izaya's spine, he actually let his body shake as he let out a soft but needy moan that he knew that Shizuo would hear. "Come and get me big boy," he teased, swishing his hips slowly from side to side. He suddenly turned around the moment before the blonde had him pinned against the wall, their bodies pressed together tightly only a second before Shizuo's lips came crashing onto his. Izaya's arms wrapped around the blonde's shoulders, clawing his back slightly as he pushed onto his toes and pressed his hips against Shizuo's, grinding sinfully slowly against the larger male. It didn't take much to make the blonde lose control- whether it be his temper or his lust. Just a few small pushes and Izaya could get him going. It was almost too easy, and while Izaya did like a challenge... Somehow he liked Shizuo more.