Pairing: ShizuoxIzaya

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or any of the other copyrighted things that might appear in this.

Full Summary: While typing up a sort of vent about the lack of sex his relationship has, Izaya comes up with a scheme to change that. Two-part (Maybe three?) Shizaya, Izaya POV

Before I start this...vent of mine, allow me to state that I am in no way regretting this relationship I have with a brute such as Shizu-chan.

Now that's not to mean that there aren't problems. There are definitely some problems with this relationship of ours, the fact that it's even existant being one of them. I'm not sure what that blond would classify as problems in his mind, but I know I have quite a few I would like to put out there vocally.

Of course, I know much better than to do so, since the result of such an action would only make those problems worse because of the type of person Shizu-chan is.

That's the thing I need to vent on first.

I don't mind that Shizuo is this big friendly giant with an extreme case of trial-and-error emotions that lead to ridiculous and unpredictable decisions, no I don't mind that at all. It's such a wonderful weak point of his that makes it so easy for him to bend to my every wish.

Really, I love it.

What I do mind though, is the fact that his horribly extreme emotions have led to many problems in our sex life.

Yes, I did just go there, and no, I don't plan to hold back either.

The first time it happened was without a doubt the best sex of my life, though I could also say that it was the worst at the same time. Shizuo was definitely a natural love maker, but he had a wonderful advantage over any other man in this world with that strength of his. Ah, how great it felt when he rammed himself into me with such a force. It deflates me just slightly thinking back on it.

Though it might have been our first time having sex, we definitely did not act like a pair would their first time. No, we were fucking eachother like a pair of sluts dosed up on aphrodisacs with the thought that their life depended on it-or, pardon me, would rabbits be a more appropriate metaphor?

Regardless, I loved it. The way he gripped onto me so desperately, and the way his hips rolled so harshly against mine, oh the way he set my whole body on fire with those brutal kisses, nippings, and sucks of his. It was absolutely mind blowing, might I say. He had us in such ecstasy, neither of us noticed what exactly he was doing in the process.

Well...Alright, I sort of noticed, but do you really think I'm going to stop him from fucking me and go 'Ah, Shizu-chan, something hurts, hold on for a second.' ? No I most certaintly would not. I am in no means a wimp that can't handle a little bit of pain from his thrusts.

To be truthful, I would actually say I enjoy a spark of pain here and there. It might've been why my orgasm that night had been the best one I ever experienced. Those strong waves of pleasure that corsed through my whole body with that tickling pain, crawling up my spine...Ah, it was wonderful.

Now, I'm sure you must be wondering just what exactly happened to make it a night I wanted to have happen every night we fuck, and a night Shizuo would never want to go through again.

Well, I'll answer. To be blunt, he broke three of my ribs(two on my left side, and one on my right side), both my wrists, and maybe even dislocated my hip bone. (That last one I'm not positive on, I just knew my hips hurt afterwards.) We obviously still have sex, but it is no where near the kind we had that night.

Shizuo now refuses to touch me in bed. He'll kiss me, he'll thrust into me, but he won't, for the life of him, come near my body with those hands of his. After all, if he hadn't of gripped onto my wrists so tightly, or pressed his palms against my rib cage, I wouldn't have ever suffered any injury aside from a slight blood flow from my ass. (Did I mention that he stated we would never do that again once he saw the blood? Boy, did I prove him wrong.)

I didn't really care much about the injury, hell, I almost expected it. Sure, it was a bit unfortunate that I had problems typing for some time due to the strap-on casts I had on both wrists, but other than that, I was only angry for a small amount of time over the issue.

That blond on the other hand had been beating himself up over it for months now. I swore to him that if he didn't shut up with that 'I'm a Goddamn monster' speech of his, I was going to cut out his tongue and soak his mouth in salt. That had only stopped him vocally. He refused to even have sex with me for the longest time, until I finally seduced him into it one night, and as I stated earlier, it wasn't anywhere near what that first time was.

Now, I don't want a set of broken ribs every time I have sex with that brute, but some contact from him would be nice. At least lay against me instead of hovering over my body every once in a while. It's almost insulting the way he refuses to do it in any other position aside from me bending over, or even allowing any room for foreplay. Not to mention, I do NOT agree with the fact that because of this 'monster' complex of his, he has stripped me from all control I had during our late-night activites. (Why am I saying it like we only fuck at night? That's hardly true.)

-Sigh-.

Shizu-chan would much rather give me a blow job than put his hands on me during sex (that doesn't mean actually has given me one though). That's saying something, considering the man still has some lingering confliction about his sexuality and all, which, really confuses me when he goes into his sappy 'I love you' speeches and all...Perhaps he doesn't look at me as a male at all...?

Moving on.

I am currently sitting on my computer at the moment, typing up this lovely rant with a slight hope that Shizuo takes those mocha eyes off of that stupid Tv show, grow some curiousity and come over here to read this, but alas, the Earth is still in orbit, and Shizu-chan would never do such a thing while assuming that I'm actually working.

Which I really should be, but this seems more important to me.

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I gave up slight hope on this vent session and turned my attention towards that mop of bleached hair and let out what was supposed to be a sigh to get his attention, but he, of course, didnt react to it.

"Shizu-chan..." I started, finally deciding that after typing up what I had, it would in no way change the current situation we were in.

He hummed to me, and glanced over his shoulder, thinking very little, if not at all on my actions. I pushed my office chair back with my foot and spun it to the side so I could get out of the uncomfortable thing and began walking towards him. He merely stared at me as I began to make my way over to him, putting a little sway to my hips which he immediately picked up on. His eyes lifted, first staring at my hips and then to my face with that 'What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?' expression.

I slid myself onto his lap, opening my legs up so I could sit on my knees, pressing my crotch lightly to his chest as I laced my arms around his neck, bringing our faces inches apart from eachother. I let out an overly-dramatic sigh. "Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan..." I said, adding a 'Tsk,tsk' to it.

"What do you want, flea?" He spat, his eyes flat as he stared up at me. I smirked, which caused his eyebrow to twitch slightly. I bet he didn't even know it twitched like that, but I did ofcourse. I ran my hand softly through his hair, brushing our noses together.

"I want you to fuck me, Shizu-chan." Have I ever told you that one of the many things I loved about this blond was that horrible blush he had been cursed with? I absoutely love seeing his face go plunging deep into red with some of the things I say. Even now, while he was keeping a rather impressive poker face, his blush gave away how embarassed he really was with me saying something like that so bluntly.

We truly were opposites when it came down to it.

"Izaya..." He breathed, casting his gaze off to the side, his face showing that slight sadness he got everytime he thought about what he had done to me on that wonderful night.

"No, no, no." I started, twirling a piece of his hair inbetween my fingers. "I'm tired of hearing my name said like that..."

Shizuo's eyebrows scrunched together, not forgetting about the topic I had started a moment ago. Again, he turned to the side, but mumbled under his breath this time. "...You know how I feel about that..."

"Yes, and you know how I feel about it as well." I placed a light kiss on his forehead and then continued. "We've been abiding by your feelings for the past few months now, I think it's about time mine get some attention."

"But what if I-!"

"No 'what if's, Shizu-chan!" I rolled my eyes and then set myself down onto his lap, running my hands down his neck, and over his chest, taking in all over his wonderful details. "You know just as well as I do that if we keep our sex lives the way it is now, it's only going to be a matter of time before neither of will actually be able to climax at all."

"Izaya, I nearly killed you the last time we-"

"-Ah, ah, ah!" I put a finger to his lips to silence him. "We're focusing on my feelings, remember? And you hardly were close to killing me, dear Shizu-chan..."

"...Izaya..." he huffed, sliding his hand over one of mine, and taking it away from his chest so he could entangle our fingers together. "I hate hurting you..."

"I like it though." I confessed, hoping this might in some way sway his opinion.

To this his face showed confusion. "You...like it? Are you saying you're some kind of masochist, or something...?"

"Perhaps." I smirked, pressing my lips against his. "You should be more sadistic about this, Shizu-chan. It'd benefit the both of us."

"If I were sadistic, then wouldn't that mean I'd find pleasure in not hurting you, instead of actually hurting you, since you're masochistic?"

"Hmm, is that a confession? You are, after all, refusing to hurt me."

Shizuo rolled his eyes. "You're starting to twist things around again! I don't want to do it because I don't want to hurt you...not because I'm a freak like you and enjoy it."

"Shizu-chaaann!" I emphasized, pleading like a small child. "C'moooooonnn. Nothing bad is going to happen!" I tried to sway his decision by rolling my hips into his a bit. This caused the opposite of what I wanted, and resulted in him pushing me off and placing me beside him.

"No." He stated sternly.

"Please?"

"NO." It was obvious his decision was already made. I sighed, adding a bit of a dissapointed groan into it. "I'd rather blow you off than have to risk doing anything remotely close to that again..."

I raised a brow, a horrible, horrible idea beginning to sprout within my mind. "Oh?" I breathed, though I'm sure he didn't hear it. Would it be a good idea to do it...?

Yes.

It would.

Because I'm Orihara Izaya and I do things as horrible as this.

"Then blow me."

The challenge hung in the air for a long while, before Shizuo focused that dumbfound expression on me and barely stuttered out. "...W-what...?"

I leaned in closer to him and repeated myself in a breathy whispered. "I said...blow me."

Again the blush rose to his face. He didn't have a clue how to react and it was absolutely beautiful. I'm such a mean person, aren't I? That's not even close to what I plan to do once he refuses this.

Or maybe I'll get lucky, and he will blow me.

I plan to do what I have in mind regardless though, unfortunately for him.

"Shizu-chan" I purred, rushing him. "You're not gonna go back on what you said, are you?"

This was horrible for him, I knew it. He was racking his brain right now, trying to come up with a way out of it, because somewhere in that protozaic brain of his, there was a voice that kept going 'I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm really not gay,'

'I just sleep with this one guy..'

Really, Shizu-chan. You lost your virginity to a man. You've been sleeping with that man for the passed five months now, and you confess your love to said man just about every other week, not to mention how quickly and often you're aroused by that man with just a glimpse of a bit of skin.

Dear, that makes you gay.

Shizuo's eyes occupied themselves by glancing over everything that was at the front of the apartment, opposite of myself. "Shizu-chan..." I breathed out, leaning closer to him and nipping his earlobe.

"...Okay, fine..." He stuttered out. What?

"What?" I spoke, pulling away for a moment, to look at his face. Red as a lobster, of course, but he also looked nervous.

Oooh, he was actually going to push himself to do this? Well, well! Do I have luck tonight or what?

On second thought, I suppose if I truly did, he wouldn't have turned me down with my earlier request.

Pushing what would've been an uneccesairly indepth thought about Shizuo's actions to the back of my mind, I rested back against the couch and cocked an eyebrow at the blond. " You are going to blow me?"

"If you're going to poke fun like that, then no!" If it were any more possible for his face to get redder, it did. I quickly realized how easy it was to loose this oppurtunity and took back what I said.

"Ah! Shizu-chan! Sorry, sorry, You know I can't resist it sometimes." Shizuo didn't say anything, but instead locked eyes with me. I couldn't exactly tell what he was thinking, but I knew he was hoping that I'd suddenly claim to not be in the mood, or anything similar.

Sorry Shizu-chan, but much like me wanting you to fuck me, your wish isn't going to happen either.

I caught a part of my lip with my teeth and played with it, running my finger down towards the rim of my pants. "Weeelllll?"

He broke his gaze from me, and brought his soft brown eyes down to my crotch, eyeing my finger and then letting out a sigh. He reached a hand forward, twisting his body to bring his upper half closer to my lower half. I was starting to get hard just from the image of him being so close to my cock.

Trying to keep self control, I took in a deep breath of air and watched as Shizuo nervously undid the buttons to my jeans and then pulled down my zipper. Then he stopped, keeping his eyes locked onto my exposed boxers. "H-how exactly am I supposed to do this...?"

"Well, for starters..." I brought my hand to the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair before pushing it downward, surprising Shizuo and putting his face basically into my crotch. "It might be more comfortable if you got on your knees, Shizu-chan." He didn't look at me, but I could see the scowl on his face.

"I'll do this how ever the fuck I want, I'm not some damn whore, flea!" I smirked, sliding my fingers down to his neck, and massaging it slightly. Yes, I am known to be a mean person, but I wasn't going to treat him like a sex toy and demand the cock-sucking the second he got his mouth near me. It could be due to the fact that I've come to terms with how I feel about the man, that I'm willing to be nice about this and let him go at his own pace. It could also be due to the fact that I just can't help but love to see the emotions that he displays with his every movement.

A hot breath on my crotch (that was supposed to be an 'I-can-do-this' breath), and I found myself sucking my lower lip inward. Shizuo slid his hand into the rim of my boxers and shyly pulled out my half-hard self. God, did he look gorgeous wearing that expression. The fact that his fingers were on my cock was starting to make me not only harder, but much more hornier as well. I wanted him to just swallow his damn dignity and take my cock along with it.

Damn, I wonder how I would be if I didn't have this crazy sex drive of mine...

I continued massaging the top part of his neck, occassionally tugging slightly at his hair as encouragement, but he was just...so fucking slow about this. Sucking on a dick is not that bad, Shizu-chan!

"Stop petting me like I'm a fucking cat, Flea!"

"It was for comfort, ass!" I said, snatching my hand away from his head, and flopping it over the top of the couch.

"I don't need comfort!"

"Well you sure as hell are taking your time like you do!" To this, Shizuo actually turned his head just enough to glare at me. I looked the other way, having to stop myself from spitting out another remark.

His hand moved up my shaft suddenly, causing me to shudder. A few strokes and I had a full-fledge erection. At least he knew enough to do that much.

Shizuo pressed his thumb over the head of my erection, squeezing out a quiet moan from myself as he still tried to summon the courage to lower his mouth just a little bit further.

His pace was beginning to get to me.

I rolled my hips upwards, pressing against his hand for some kind of friction, causing Shizuo to pull his head back a bit. Seriously, my dick is not going to inject your body with a horrible substance that will slowly burn you from the inside out, turning your bones to fragile pieces of burnt nothingness.

What an image that is.

"Shizu-chan..." I sighed, about to tell him to just forget about it, and at least give me a hand job, but he cut me off.

"Shut it, Flea!" He took another moment to compose himself, and before I had time to spit in my remark, he pulled open his mouth and in a swift movement, finally put those lips around the head of my erection.

"Ooohh..." I breathed out as he took an experimental suck on the tip. I caught my lip between my teeth and relaxed my head against the back of the couch as Shizuo let my member slid further into his mouth. Oh, it was so hot and wet and heavenly! Even if he wasn't doing much of anything with his mouth, it still felt wonderful. "Mmm.." I hummed, bringing my hand down to his head once again, and giving an encouraging push. I half expected him to pull back completely and bitch at me for "petting" him again, but he instead swallowed more of me and began working his jaw a bit, providing me with more bliss than I had previously.

Ah, Dear Non-exsistant God, that felt wonderful! Shizuo twisted his tongue around a bit, trying to suck in some more of me, but stopping a third of the way down. He seemed a bit hesitant as he continued, but I really paid no mind to it. I let out a deep breath, allowing the pleasure to tingle all through my body as he bobbed his head. Why didn't I make you do this ealier?

My fingers clutched a nice amount of his hair, fisting his dyed locks and taking in a sharp breath. "Oooh!" I moaned as Shizuo brought his hand to the base of my erection and began rubbing it. His coordination was absolutely terrible, but it definitely felt amazing. Shizuo let his hand travel down more and played with my balls a bit as he brought his head upward, sucking on the tip of my hard-on. My eyes rolled back a bit as I allowed another moan to pass by my lips. "S-Shiiizuuu-Oooohhh...!" Shizuo tensed up a bit to that moan, stopping for a split second, but continuing straight afterwards. Again I didn't think about it, but instead focused on the quickening pace of the pleasure that was flowing through me. I almost wanted to be cruel and not tell him I was close to my climax, but I'm sure he figured it out once I started to tense up a bit. "Ooh, Ooh, Shizu!" I bit my lip and my eyes snapping shut, his tongue digging into my head just before I released myself.

The reaction afterwards definitely wasn't something I was expecting at all. Shizuo had immediately jerked his head backwards, and then leaned off to the side, gagging. He was seriously about to throw up after that? I steadied my breathing as I watched him wipe his mouth with his sleeve and gag once more before taking in a breath and just casting his gaze to the floor.

He just screwed himself over.

He didn't know that, but he knew he fucked up, which is why he was refusing to bring his eyes towards mine.

Oh, he had no idea the upper hand he had just given me. I was going to have my way now for sure because of that. A little bit of acting and everything was going to go straight into my favor. Ah hah hah! My mind's already busy putting the move all together. If I could do so without Shizu-chan catching on, I would've gone straight to my game board and played the move out there. I wanted to laugh so badly, I wanted to cheer for what he did, but I couldn't, seeing as how that would ruin my plan completely.

Now, I know the exact reason why he gagged, and if he wasn't depriving me of sex so much, I would've just laughed about it and maybe poked some fun at him, but this was just too perfect. Of course he was going to gag after giving his first blow job, just about every male does that, hell I even did that with the first few times I gave a blow job, but Shizu-chan doesn't know that, obviously.

I repressed the smile that was forming on my lips and finally brought myself into a hurt mask, making myself appropriate and then standing up, not saying a word to Shizuo and walking over to my desk, pretending to submerge myself into work. I felt Shizuo's eyes follow me as I did so, it becoming such a hard task to force a smile down. He seemed to want to say somehting, but instead, he turned his head to the side, rubbed the back of his neck, and then flopped back against the couch, letting himself become immersed in the stupid tv program again.

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I actually spent the passed 4 hours or so catching up on the work that I should've been doing earlier and had just about finished when I barely caught my name being mumbled. "I-Izaya...?"

I honestly forgot Shizuo was still in the room with how in depth I had gotten in my work. I remembered what it was my beautiful mind had come up with previously and kept the act up by merely humming in response, not bringing my eyes up to see his expresison no matter how badly I wanted to.

He hesitated a minute, hoping that I would look up to meet his eyes, but I didn't. "...What do you want for dinner?"

Clever.

You know my answer is going to determine where you stand as far as my emotions go to help prepare you for trying to get back on my good side, hm Shizu-chan?

"I don't care." I said blandly, not looking away from my screen. Shizuo let out a breath, most likley chewing on his lips and glancing around.

"Sushi's fine?"

"If that's what you want." I replied.

Shizuo stood there for a moment before heading towards the kitchen and looking around on the counter. "I'm gonna go pick it up and get some smokes."

" 'Kay." Again, there was silence. Shizuo motioned out of the kitchen after retrieving his phone and wallet and then busied himself with putting his shoes on. I slowly let my eyes peek up to watch his movements, and chewed my lips anxiously, waiting for him to leave. He stood up, and pulled open the door, closing it softly after stepping out.

Wait.

Wait.

Waiit.

"BWAHAHAH!" I finally let out, pushing myself away from my desk and allowing myself to fully erupt in laughter. "Ahahahahah! Oooh Shizu-chan.." I wiped a tear away from my eye and took in a deep breath, trying to recover from the outburst. "Hoo, did I need that."

I must sound so cruel right now.

I can't help it, Shizuo just makes it so easy to mess around with like this, and I know, I know, it's really not a good thing to mess around with his emotions, but it's for the benefit for both of us, I swear. Just give it until he gets back, and it should be enough time for his brain to have thought up of a million things for him to feel guilty for, and I can add to it, guilt tripping him into giving up this ridiculous anti-sex time frame of his.

Things were going perfectly already, and I had just thought this up only a few hours ago. Oh, I'm such a clever devil.

A/N: This was only supposed to be a one shot, but as I was writing it, it just kept getting longer, and longer, and longer xD So I think it's going to be a two-shot.. Maybe three if the second chapter ends up too long. I totally sucked at writing the summary for this...

I was writing in this when I should've been writing in my other story x'D I just had a smut urge P: I hope you enjoyed the first part :D Reviews are appreciated.