Durarara Lemons

Tame

"Did you really have to throw that motorcycle at me today?"

"Nng...Yes. You deserved it."

"Ne, ne! How mean are you!"

"Shut up. I told you never to go into Ikebukuro, you damn parasite!"

"Ahaha! Shizu-chan is so cruel to me~"

The setting was a clear Autumn evening, at a high class loft in Shinjuku, The characters were none other than one Heiwajima Shizuo and one Orihara Izaya. The two were outside of Orihara Izaya's door, while said man fumbled with a set of keys as he attempted many times to get the locks right and let them into the loft which he owned and occupied.

The reason for Orihara Izaya's trembling hands and his multiple failed attempts at opening his own front door was none other than Heiwajima Shizuo, who stood towering behind Orihara Izaya, his immense six-foot-something stature more than enough to cast a shadow on and over the brunette as he toyed around with his keys. The blond's hands were on the informant's hips, thumbs rubbing small, distracting circles into his hipbones.

Of course, under any normal circumstances, Heiwajima Shizuo's presence wouldn't hinder the informant's precise movements in the slightest. But as one could probably gather from the conversation and odd setting thus far, this was by no means any 'normal' circumstance.

And lo and behold, Heiwajima Shizuo's arms are now around Orihara Izaya's waist, and his hands are covering the other's in a massive grip. And yet no bone-crunching squeeze came, and Izaya's wrists remain in perfect condition, Shizuo not snapping them back or sideways, or any other impossible way. Their fingers laced and Shizuo quite suddenly leaned down, his mouth centimeters from Izaya's earlobe as he spoke out five simple words; "It's the copper key, remember?"

"Aah, you smell like tobacco." Izaya commented despite the shudder than rippled through his lithe frame. Shizuo had obviously been very aware of it, or perhaps even felt it as he leaned his body against Izaya's, and the older man smirked with amusement.

"So what?"

"Why must you insist on poisoning your body with such worthless nicotine?" The lock clicked as Izaya inserted the key and twisted, Shizuo's hands falling away from his own. "Ah, but maybe Shizu-chan's lungs will fail him one day and he'll die of asphyxiation!" The information broker suddenly chirped, grinning as he shouldered his way into his home, leaving the door open for Shizuo to follow.

This was, indeed, not a very 'normal' circumstance at all.

"Shut up! As if I would die of something as simple as lung cancer."

"And that's where your small, single-celled brain fails to realize that cancer is in fact a very complex thing! To call it simple is to insult cancer's genius! It creeps up on your body and destroys you before you even know it's there! There's no cure and no hope once you're too far along. And what's better, is that it has no rhyme or reason. It just is. It doesn't matter who you are, you're never truly safe~"

"Just be quiet, flea. You know what I meant." Shizuo shut the door, albeit a bit louder than what would be considered kindly.

Izaya laughed and turned, spinning on his heel as he faced the taller man. He shrugged, both as an answer to Shizuo's statement and as an action that removed his jacket from his shoulders. He draped said article of clothing over the back of his couch, watching Shizuo's eyes, which followed every rise and fall of his shoulders. The brunette laughed and crooked a finger at the blond.

As Shizuo stepped forward, Izaya took a quick bound towards him and threw his arms up, letting them fall on Shizuo's shoulders and clasping his hands together behind the blond's neck. He gave something akin to a giggle as Shizuo brought his arms up in an awkward attempt to catch Izaya should he fall. Once he was sure that Izaya was steady, the man simply wrapped both of his arms around the other's slim waist.