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Let's Pretend	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Let's Pretend
- 2-Psyche
- 3-Awake
- 4-Fantasy
- 5-Reality
- 6-Introspection
- 7-Rumination
- 8-Check
- 9-Deja Vu
- 10-Truth
- 11-Checkmate
- 12-Epilogue
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- 12
Let's Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Eleven

Checkmate

Shinra sighed and crossed his arms, shaking his head after he answered the door.. "I knew this would happen. Honestly you two, this is how you handle what you feel for each other?"

Izaya cartwheeled away from the ladder as it was swung repeatedly at him, throwing knives as he ran vertically up a wall briefly, catching the platform that the ladder had led to and pulling himself to the roof of the building. Shizuo threw the thing at him, and it knicked his shoulder as he twisted away with inhuman agility. One of his knives had given the ex-bartender a gash across his thigh, bleeding freely. Undaunted, Shizuo jumped and grabbed the platform, pulling himself up to pursue as Izaya continued to freerun across the roof.

"Don't act as if we're a couple, jeez," Shizuo muttered, helping a limping Izaya to the doctor's couch.

"Seriously, just fix us up," Izaya laughed weakly, examining his broken hand with a smile. "Can't you just be happy that it's settled?"

"Settled?" Shinra repeated incredulously.

Celty uncrossed her arms and typed a single word and showed them all. If she had eyes to roll she would have rolled them. Finally...

Hours of fighting had left both of them exhausted and prone to mistakes. The yield sign was aimed for Izaya's head, but it caught his wrist instead as he jumped to the side. "FUCK!" he yelped as it was crushed into a brick wall, hearing a crack as the bones gave out from such a blow. Shizuo hesitated, but grinned when Izaya laughed. "Thank God! I was afraid you'd hold back!"

"Quit complaining and fight back, pest!"

"With pleasure!"

"Are you going to work your medicinal magic or not?" Shizuo asked, sitting down next to Izaya and holding a cut on his temple that was sending trickles of blood down his face. He was feeling a little light-headed, and with his other hand he held the stab wound in his side for fear of ruining Shinra's couch.

Shinra was already pulling latex gloves on as Celty handed him his kit. He was looking at Shizuo first it seemed, as his blood loss was external and clearly making him pale, despite the small and ironic smile on his face. "Does this mean I won't have to constantly patch you two up from each other anymore?"

"Not to this extent anyway," Izaya told him, wearing a similar grin. It was almost comical with the way his lip was swollen.

For how epic the fight turned out to be, very little damage was inflicted upon Ikebukuro, mostly because the battle didn't really span much farther than the top of that building. Shizuo grabbed a handrail and yanked, pulling a good part of the stairs down with it as he swung. Izaya jumped over it, but Shizuo caught his foot on the backswing, causing the informant to stumble. Both of them were tired, it was obvious after such a drawn out duel, but neither were willing to admit defeat.

Shizuo pounced on Izaya, wrapping his hands around the skinny bastard's throat but stopped applying pressure as soon as it became apparent that Izaya had plunged the flickblade into his side. They paused for a moment, wondering who would pass out first, breath heavy and ragged, blood and bruises adorning them both.

"Shizu-chan, you will not believe how hard I am right now."

Shizuo huffed some kind of half laugh and leaned down to press his lips against Izaya's, making him drop the blade, grab Shizuo's face and return the sentiment in a flushed urgency.

Celty's body sort of quivered in a chuckle as she presented her smartphone to them again. I hear the rejoicing of a thousand vending machines across Ikebukuro.

"Oh cram it," Shizuo told her, then flinched as Shinra started to staunch the bleeding from the deep gash Izaya had inflicted. "Ow, goddammit."

"Haha!" Izaya mocked, then blinked. "Ah. Stars..."

"Head between your legs," Shinra instructed, pulling out a syringe. "You probably have internal blood loss, not to mention a few broken bones. Shizuo, this is a local anesthetic. You need stitches."

"Screw it, just sew me up," Shizuo told him with a shrug, grabbing Izaya's head by the hair and forcing him to obey Shinra's command. "No passing out, pest."

"I want you..." Izaya breathed into Shizuo, ignoring the sharp pains in his hand and foot to draw him in. He wanted their bodies close. He wanted the clothing off. He wanted this so bad. "I need you..."

"Hands and knees," Shizuo ordered, helping him flip around and stroking Izaya's groin in a way that made the smaller man moan. The heat between his legs was contagious. He hiked the parka up and coaxed his pants off once Izaya was in position.

"Come on..." Izaya pleaded. "I'm impatient. I need to get off, Shizu-chan, please!"

Shizuo wasn't about to deny that without Izaya, it had been impossible for him to have a satisfying sexual experience either. He wanted to slow down, he wanted to savor, he wanted to touch every inch of Izaya with just his lips but that fiery need forced haste. Shizuo released his hard on and spit on his fingers so he could stretch Izaya to his liking with at least a little more ease.

"This is crazy..." he whispered, shoving his fingers in.

"GOD-FUCK!" Izaya wailed when Shizuo hit that wonderful spot inside of him. "I don't care, just fuck me you moron!"

Shizuo only grunted through the pain he vaguely felt as Shinra finished a few stitches into his side. No worse than being shot. He was still tingling with the sensation of Izaya to really care. He was actually worried that he'd hit the bastard too hard, the way he was doubled over and trying to not fall unconscious. His hand was streaked purple from the break. Most of his wounds were from a bludgeoning source so he wasn't bleeding as copiously as Shizuo was, who had suffered multiple slices, slashes and stabs, but he was still banged up just as badly.

Shizuo couldn't help but to wonder how Izaya dealt with pain.

"Ah, just like the good old days, huh Shinra?" he chuckled. Shizuo should have known he would try to laugh it off.

Once he was sure Shizuo wasn't going to bleed to death, Shinra moved on to inspect Izaya. "This is as bad as I've seen you two – whadja do, just let each other land lethal hits?"

"You could say that – SHIT-shit-shit-shit!" Izaya chuckled, then cursed as Shinra manipulated his carples in his hand in order to pinpoint the breaks. "Ahhh, just set it you bastard, that hurts!"

"I don't have the equipment to x-ray or make a cast here, so I'll just have to set it, tape it and brace it – DO NOT move your hand if you can help it, it needs to heal. I actually recommend you go to an actual hospital after this," Shinra instructed, pulling open a package of tape with his teeth. "This is going to hurt. Shizuo, hold him down."

"I'm not a pussy," Izaya scoffed.

"Your body will naturally pull away from pain, it's instinct," Shinra told him as Shizuo pinned his arm down. It sent a shiver up Izaya's spine to remember the way Shizuo touched him last. "Celty, get into my lockbox and grab a bottle of perkasets please. He'll need them."

Shizuo slid into his adversary and basked in the sensation for a moment, all too eager to remember how Izaya could squeeze his member and make him come with just barely a touch or a vocalization. "Oh … dammit, you're tight..."

Izaya ground against Shizuo's hips to make him thrust, which he complied with in order to make Izaya moan again. He gasped when Shizuo's hand came around and gripped his leaking erection, stroking it in a manner that was heavenly. "Shizu-chaaaaan, that's so fucking hot!"

Shizuo grunted and tried to catch his breath, scouring the inside of Izaya out in a manner that drove both of them over the edge and back. "Oh damn, oh goddamn..." was all Shizuo could say, heady and dizzy and utterly melting into Izaya as he squirmed and writhed before him.

"FUCK I'm not gonna last..." Izaya suddenly cursed, curling his other fist and punching the cement on the roof. He wasn't as strong as Shizuo, but he still chipped it. "I'm gonna come, Shizu-chan, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-I'm gonnaaaaoohhhgooooood!"

Shizuo let a string of curses out as he too gave in and let go inside of Izaya, hips sore and aching from thrusting so hard into him for so long. He saw stars it was so earth-shatteringly amazing to have that kind of pleasure again.

Then he swooned, the stars not going away.

Izaya rolled onto his back and almost looked alarmed. "Oh wow, you're bleeding pretty bad. I got you good."

"Uah," was all Shizuo could say, holding his head. What a fuck!

"Come on, let's go see Shinra..."

Izaya was thoroughly doped up by the time Shinra gave them the clear to leave, and singing show tunes in his high. "Do you remember that 'God, the Devil and Bob' show, Shizu-chan? It had such a funny intro..."

"I don't watch American television," Shizuo told him, helping him limp down the street to the bus stop.

"What about that... 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?'"

"Don't watch British television either."

"Shizu-chan is so sheltered," Izaya giggled.

"You should have taken the crutches."

"My foot's not broken... my … my hand is! Man these perks are strong! Check it out, I can wiggle my fingers without utter agony!"

"Stop that, you're not supposed to. Goddammit, why didn't you take those crutches? Do I have to carry you back to your apartment?"

Neither of them wanted to swallow their pride enough to go to a hospital for further treatment.

"What, you don't waaaaaant to?" Izaya drawled. "Coz let's be honest, Shizu-chan. I really wanna get my rocks of on you again – narcotics make me so hooooorny..."

Shizuo cleared his throat, clearly not the one for PDAs. "Did you have to take so many pills? You're acting like an idiot."

"This body's resistance to such substance is too high for my liking; my poor, poor liver cries every time," Izaya laughed as the bus pulled up. No one was on it, so when they took their seats Izaya's hand subtly wandered to Shizuo's groin and started to stroke his finger over the sensitive spot there. He stiffened, swallowing a groan so not to alert the driver that some kind of teenage hanky-panky was occurring. He wanted to swat Izaya away, but it was just too good... he was hard again very quickly with the way Izaya was nonchalantly running his fingers over his erection.

Izaya tormented him all the way to Shinjuku, where they quickly exited and shuffled as fast as they could given the injuries to Izaya's loft. The elevator was hell, as Izaya was practically making out with him by then. Once to the door, Izaya pushed Shizuo against it, all the while fumbling for his keys, trying not to break the delicious seal he had over the blond's lips. He'd been counting down the minutes to do this again, even though the last encounter had been merely hours before. Nothing about Shizuo could seem to fill him to a satisfactory level, so he drank the man in eagerly, pushing him onto the couch once inside and at last freeing the hard on he'd been torturing for almost a half-hour.

"Psyche..." Shizuo murmured in a daze.

Izaya stopped. "No. I am Izaya – Orihara Izaya. Those spirits can piggyback all they want, but we're not playing. I am Izaya, and I'm fucking Shizuo. Understand?"

"I'll call you Jesus fucking Christ, just don't stop," Shizuo moaned, missing the contact as soon as it stopped. Izaya grinned devilishly and his mouth descended upon his member. The moan hitched and Izaya's name crossed his lips once more, but this time only lust fueled the cry. "Iiizaaayaaa...!"

"Ooh, I missed that one..." Izaya paused long enough to say, then continued his ministrations upon that hot hard piece of flesh, throbbing with desire. "Want me?"

"Mmm..."

"Repeat that?"

"Yes, goddammit, Izaya! Quit fucking around!"

"So demanding!" Izaya jumped back briefly to retrieve some lubrication from the drawer on his side table – if they thought it was good before, this should blow them out of the water. He yanked Shizuo's pants and boxers off, then coated his own cock with the lube before falling onto his lover. "Should I make you beg?"

"I said stop fucking around!"

"But I want to hear you ask..."

Shizuo actually blushed. "Fine. Fuck me. Now."

"Hahaha, I think that's as good as I'm gonna get."

"Damn right, hurry up, I can't take this shit any more."

Izaya didn't bother with fingers this time, he just rammed right into Shizuo, eliciting a feverish cry from him. It hurt, but it hurt so fucking good. He knew all the right ways to pound in and out, pulling back and plunging forward so that he struck the prostate just right. When his hand wrapped around Shizuo's cock he could have died. The fucking was so hot and rampant that Shizuo's glasses fogged.

"Izaya..."

"Shizuo...!"

"Fuck, Izaya!"

"nnNNAUUGHH!"

"FUCK!"

They lay there on the couch for a moment, regaining their senses. Izaya then pulled out and was nearly hard again at the sight of his own seed dribbling out of Shizuo's violated hole, the man lying there in a post-coitus stupor, flushed and panting like a woman. Instead, Izaya slid out of his coat and readjusted, then slid into Shizuo's arms, burying his nose in the crook of his neck, relishing the smell of sweat and sex and cigarettes.

Shizuo tensed, then simply laid his hand in Izaya's hair gently, drifting off a little. He hurt, and no doubt Izaya did too, but it had been very, very worth it.

"Stay till morning," Izaya whispered.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because...?"

Izaya lifted his head and looked Shizuo in the eyes, a softer, less malicious look upon his face for once. "Because we don't have to pretend anymore."

**END**
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