(A/N) Greetings, lovely humans, and welcome to Sutures! This fic was originally posted on the durarara kink meme, specifically here:

drrrkink dot livejournal dotcom slash 7084 dot html?thread=26061740#t26061740

... and I finally decided it was worth cross-posting somewhere (butnotmymainaccountbecausenaughtybits).

I'll be updating here once or twice a day until I catch up with all what's already posted on the meme. That being said, I do hope you enjoy, and please leave a comment if the fancy strikes you! They really do mean the world to me. ;w;

Now the formality of WARNINGS:

This fic contains explicit sexual themes/scenes, an established polyamorous relationship, and a smattering of violence, blood, and gore. It also may or may not at some point contain asphyxiation, vomit (no, not in the kinky sense, just in the "oh-fuck-I'm-going-to-be-sick" sense), BSDM themes, gut-wrenching angst, eternal damnation, flying vending machines, and fluff. Beware upon entry, this is your BLANKET WARNING.

Also, please note that I do not own Durarara! or it's lovely characters.

Flying dreams had been fairly common for Izaya Orihara all throughout his life. In most of his dreams he could fly.

He had never been known to have falling dreams.

The air whistled deafeningly around him as he fell amid a strange torrent of black feathers and sparks. He felt fear crawling along his skin, unlike any sensation he was used to. He was comfortable with his own cowardice, but this helpless terror was nothing like that. All he could think about was being unable to fly, and hitting the ground as a result. His heart was pounding, faster and faster and faster and—

A sharp, audible inhale— Izaya felt as though he had hit the surface of the bed with all the force of his dream-fall behind him. Shinra, behind him, bolted up.

"Izaya...?"

The information dealer was shaking, and for a moment his chest was heaving too hard for him to speak. Shinra's hand appeared on his bare shoulder, comforting in its weight.

"Nightmare?" he asked softly. "That's unusual."

Izaya tried desperately to catch his breath, staring into the somewhat hypnotic tangles of blonde hair just in front of his face. Shizuo was as deep a sleeper as always, and that constant in and of itself was soothing.

"Yeah..." His own voice was raspier than he expected. After a moment he sat up beside Shinra, although he kept his eyes fixed on his lap. The air was cold as the blanket slipped down from around his shoulders, but it felt somehow refreshing. "Falling. Pretty damn clichéd, right?"

"No, it's very interesting," Shinra said, then ran one thumb along the other's brow. "You're all sweaty. It must have been an intense dream to trigger a physiological reaction."

"You don't say..." Izaya's tone was unamused, although he was smiling slightly. "You're too analytical."

"Would you rather wake Shizuo? Then you'll get a plenty emotional reaction."

"No way..." Izaya said with a huff, then leaned over against the doctor. "Is Celty out?"

"Late-night run. I touched base with her an hour or so ago."

"Ah. Alright." Feeling himself begin to breathe normally, Izaya laid back down, feeling Shinra do the same behind him. The doctor wrapped one arm around his shoulders, pulling the blankets around them both again.

"Think you'll be able to get back to sleep?" Shinra murmured, and Izaya shrugged.

"It was just a dream..." Izaya muttered, and stiffened as Shinra kissed his neck.

"You're so cute when you're frightened. I don't get to see that sweet little face nearly often enough."

"You have problems."

"And you're one to talk? You sure you don't want me to tire you out a bit? It'll help you sleep better."

"You're impossible." But Shinra's teasing was working, getting Izaya's mind off the terrible dream and onto much more pleasant matters. Relenting, he ground his hips backwards into Shinra's. The doctor gave a trill of surprised delight and, given permission in such a way, proceeded.

Shizuo proved to be as deep a sleeper as he always had been, even as the bed began to rock and gasps of terror were replaced with those of pleasure.

... ... …

Izaya was too exhausted to dream the rest of the night, and woke the next morning with only a vague memory of his nightmare. Celty had returned sometime during the night, and all three boys emerged to find her waiting on the couch.

"Why didn't you come to bed?" Shinra asked plaintively, and Celty held up her reply.

"You and Izaya were busy. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Why didn't you guys wake me?" Shizuo asked.

"You would have been welcome to join in, you know," Shinra told Celty, ignoring the blonde boy.

"I know. If I had been in the mood, I would have, trust me."

"Girls and 'the mood,'" Shinra sighed, shrugged. "Fine, fine."

"I brought breakfast," Celty tapped out, and all three boys murmured their own version of "thank-yous."

But, as Izaya sat down at the table, he couldn't help but roll his shoulders and reach back, touching the spot between his shoulder blades. For as much as they ached, he must have slept wrong. He just hoped that the discomfort wouldn't last the rest of the day.