Durarara Lemons

Once Upon a Time in a Certain Bar

I honestly thought I ran out of fanfics to post but archive of our own saved my life so here you go🌚~
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The evening was rather calm. No annoying drunkards, no fuss, no quarrels. Heiwajima Shizuo was standing behind the counter of the bar he was currently working at, polishing the cup with a piece of cloth. He wasn't paying attention to his surrandings, lost in his thoughts.

Yeah, it's calm... I like that... He smiled to himself. The bar was nearly empty since it was Thursday. But the following day wouldn't be all nice and easy like that. Shizuo really didn't like his job at the weekends. Lots and lots of people, blabbering about bullshit, telling him their pathetic sob stories. It's all noisy and crowded. But hey, what was he expecting while working as a bartender?

The blond sighed and took another cup to polish it. Shizuo decided that he wouldn't bother himself with thinking about the upcoming weekend and would just enjoy the current peaceful moment.

It really was a nice week. Especially because he didn't see the certain someone in a while. The flea was nowhere to be found and Shizuo was glad about that. Every day without that goddamn louse was a blessing.

"Hello there, Shizu-chan~!"

No fucking way...

Speak of the damn devil. Shizuo looked up to see the said louse sitting on the other side of the counter with that fucking smirk of his. He didn't even see him entering the bar. Goddamn fucker. And he thougth that this day would end up without any complications. Yeah, sure, as if that piece of shit would allow that.

"Izaya," the blond narrowed his eyes and almost growled at the Informant.

"Yup, that's my name," Izaya sent him a cute smile "How is your day at work?"

"Shut up and get the fuck out of here you goddamn flea."

Izaya faked the gasp and covered his mouth in theatrical way. "Oh my, I don't think that your boss would appreciate you saying something like this to your cus-to-mer, Shizu-chan."

Shizuo took the deep breath and lit one of his cigarettes. The advantage of working at the pub. You can smoke whenever you like. But as much as he hated it, he had to admitt that the louse was right. He couldn't just throw him out if he didn't do anything. Also, Shizuo couldn't beat the shit out of him at his workplace. He would be fired immediately. And he couldn't let that happen. Not when Kasuka was so happy about Shizuo finally settling down.

The bartender was doing his best to calm himself. He looked at the flea, who was still smiling at him.

"There are a plenty of other bars around. How about you just go somewhere else, Izaya-kun?" he tried to smile and ignore a throbbing vein on his temple.

"So rude of you, Shizu-chan! And to think that I came all the way in here just to see you," Izaya put his elbows on the counter and rested his chin on his hand. "What kind of bartender are you? You still didn't even ask me about my order." Another creepy smile.

Shizuo gritted his teeth. Breath in... Breath out... Count to ten... Imagine a cute puppy.

"Fine. Just order your goddamn drink and leave."

"Still not really polite, Shizu-chan..."

His temper was on its edge. Another breath in...

"How can I serve you, sir?" his voice was dripping with malice and venom, he smiled through gritted teeth and clenched his fists under the counter, before he stubbed his now finished cigarette in the ashtray.

"Much better now," the informant smirked at him. "Give me a blowjob."

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Shizuo blinked. Twice. And then he snapped. "HUH?!" he slammed both of his hands on the counter, already seeing red. Izaya had to lean back a bit to avoid the collision with the blond's forehead, since he suddenly moved closer.