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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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Let’s Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Two

Psyche

Izaya was actually embarrassed for a moment, because for a second there, Namie had caught him completely unawares.

Well, that’s what he got for falling asleep on the couch…

It must have been days worth of REM deprivation, he was sure. Shinra could have explained it a little better, but regardless all he could do for a solid thirty seconds was dumbly shift his glance between his new “secretary” and the massive hard on stretching his jeans.

Getting so busy had left sleep on the back burner for the informant, to be snatched in half-hour naps here and there. According to the clock on his laptop, he had unintentionally been asleep for almost four hours. Enough to catch up and fend of fatigue.

Enough to dream.

What a fucking dream!!

Nothing had been right, as it often fails to be in the world of sleep. Not the emotion, not the reactions, not even the color of the world. Only sensation had been really real, and the memory of it had Izaya aching for release. The details of it raced through his mind as he struggled to recall the delicious dream world encounter.

There had been sakura -- lots of it. So much so that it seemed to be raining pink petals. The smell of it swelled in the air and renewed with each tug the breeze gave the branches. Izaya had been sitting in one of those trees, stretched out and nonchalantly waiting for … for…

What exactly had he been waiting for?

His hands were in his pockets, playing with the flick blade on one side and his ipod in the other. Izaya didn’t recall what had been playing in his head phones… maybe Massive Attack or VNV Nation … something with a distinct techno yet ambient feel to it.

“You’re late,” Izaya called down to the figure who had taken a seat at the tree’s trunk.

“I know,” the figure replied.

Izaya swung his legs over the branch and let himself fall backwards so that he was hanging upsidown by his knees, hands behind his neck. The hood of his parka slipped down around his head.

Said figure was a blond man in a blue kimono. Familiar… why so familiar? He was looking right at him, even as he stood and approached face to face. Izaya could not identify him. Upsidown as he was, not recalling a face should have disturbed him.

Not in dreamland.

Dream-Izaya knew the man, even if Awake-Izaya didn’t. He reached out and caressed both sides of the man’s face, tracing the jaw line up to the ears and at last running his fingers through that lovely blond hair. “Tsugaru, I’ve missed you…”

“It’s been a while, Psyche,” Tsugaru replied, touching their lips together and speaking softly. “A long time … almost forever.”

“A forever too long,” Psyche told him, ceasing the speaking by introducing his tongue into Tsugaru’s mouth. The kiss was … gentle?

Izaya wanted to scream “CUT!!” This was all wrong. When he had sex, be it man or woman, acting all caring was a tool to get something. Considering the number of sexual encounters he’d had in order to make some sort of gain was in small proportion to his total tally, manipulative or selfish might have been better descriptors. Sadistic even …never gentle.

But there was nothing conniving about this -- there was no ulterior motive, nor selfish need to get off and be on his way. Psyche found himself in absolute equilibrium with this partner named Tsugaru, breathlessly locking lips as the kiss became a bit more urgent and the warm tingle it produced jolted through his body. This began a chain reaction that started out as a flicker of desire and ended up a raging bonfire of want… no, need.

“Get down here,” Tsugaru ordered between the contact as it became more forceful.

Psyche laughed coyly. “Mm. Make me.”

Tsugaru grabbed the parka and pulled, but Psyche just let it slip off of his shoulders. The ipod dangled as Psyche laughed at Tsugaru’s slightly annoyed yet amused expression.

“Try harder,” Psyche taunted, removing his headphones and letting them drop.

Tsugaru grabbed his shirt this time and tugged. Psyche wormed out of it and nimbly jumped back into the tree, laughing. Or at least he tried to. Tsugaru had a fistful of dark hair this time and yanked Psyche down at last. Psyche twisted in an attempt to land in a position that wouldn’t be painful, but found himself in Tsugaru’s arms instead.

Tsugaru was firm but gentle at the same time. He pushed Psyche against the tree and started to raved the skin of his neck and collarbone with his tongue and teeth. Psyche felt the blood rush to the assaulted areas, causing a heated blush of want. Little moans escaped as he busied his hands beneath Tsugaru’s kimono, seeking flesh and the stimulation thereof. Seeking to rid barriers.

It was surreal, but every sensation was tantalizingly vivid. The feel of Tsugaru’s silk kimono sliding away, his skin against Psyche’s, the sweat, the ragged breath, the feeling of the tree bark scraping against his back as Tsugaru slid him down to the grass.

Psyche’s head rolled back when Tsugaru’s hand released his aching member and stroked it softly.

“Mmharder…” Psyche pleaded, arching his hips in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Eager thing…” Tsugaru laughed, continuing to tease.

“Tsugaru … please…” Psyche breathed.

“You make me chase you and now you beg for me to catch you?” Tsugaru chuckled. “That’s so you…”

“Ohhh I’m gonna die if you don’t!” Psyche begged. “Give it to me…!”

A firmer grip failed to take hold, but something much more wonderful took its place. Tsugaru’s mouth consumed Psyche’s erection, so Psyche moaned unabashedly, running his fingers along Tsugaru’s scalp in encouragement. His tongue was jolts of heaven and the way he took Psyche in deep so he could feel the back of his throat … oh god!

“Aahhmmm… yes!” Psyche hummed. Tsugaru picked up speed, massaging the erection with his tongue in a delightfully sinful manner. “Ohhhh Tsugaru… yes-yes-oh-god-yes! Don’t stop! Don’t… d-don’t sssstoooooooop…--!”

SLAM!

And just like that, the dream had ended. Namie had slammed the door upon her entry and vaulted Izaya clear out of dream-world and back into reality. He was a little disappointed, but grateful at the same time -- any longer and some clean up might have been required.

But this unfortunately left him hurting for some kind of release. Maddeningly so. If Namie hadn’t been standing right there he would have finished himself off that second.

Namie cleared her throat awkwardly.

Now that reality had snapped back into place, Izaya took back control of the situation quickly.

“What? You act like you’ve never seen a hard on before!” he laughed.

“Do I want to know?” she snorted, trying to sound disgusted. Oh! But Izaya detected a hint of uncertainty in that statement! How fascinating!

“Namie-chan, I dare say you rather enjoy catching me red-handed!”

A subtle pink touched her cheeks. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

Goddamnit he was desperate to come…

Namie bent over slightly to place her purse on the side table. Ooh! Ooh that skirt she was wearing clung to her ass and caused the figure of this new lackey to become quite desirable all of the sudden! She was no Tsugaru, but…

“Izaya-san!” she gasped in surprise as he leapt from the couch and grabbed her by the hips, grinding his painful erection against her.

“Don’t be so modest!” he hissed in delight. “I know want when I see it!”

“You’re mistaken!” Namie cried, stumbling forward over the arm of the couch.

“Okay, play it your way. I’m violating you. Pretend you don’t enjoy it. Pretend seeing me all hot and bothered in my sleep didn’t turn you on.” Izaya slid his fingers under her skirt and pushed her thong aside between her shaking thighs. He chuckled. “Pretend you’re not hot and wet for me…”

“T-that’s not --!”

“Ooh! I know,” Izaya whispered, slipping two fingers inside of her easily. “Pretend I’m Seiji-kun…”

Stunned silence, followed by a pathetic squeak in an attempt to stifle a moan as Izaya maneuvered his other finger to play with her clitoris. Her arousal made the pinches, flicks and massages against it amazingly easy to make her squirm and bite down sounds of shameful approval.

“Shit, I can’t take this anymore…” Izaya muttered, unbuckling his belt. His jeans dropped and Namie’s skirt was hiked up roughly. Izaya’s hand was pulling her hair in a grip that was pushing her forward, bending her over on the arm of the couch.

“W-wait! You…! I --”

“Your protests are so distracting…” Izaya scolded, giving the thong a new home around her ankles as his flick blade severed its hold on her in an instant. “Stop making excuses and enjoy this! It probably won’t happen again…”

“You twisted mother -- OH!”

Izaya threw his whole length inside of her at once, foiling her insult and turning it into a cry. The slick friction at last was sweet. He couldn’t stop his own moan, finally assuaging that fiery need.

The tension built as he pushed into her as deep and fast as he could. Namie would have to finish what Tsugaru had started, and it wouldn’t take long at this point. The way she clenched around his cock was delightful! Just a few more thrusts and he would be there, just on the brink… just a little more…!

“Tsugaru!” he wailed

“Seiji-nii!!” Namie echoed in elation.

…Over the edge! For a few blissful seconds Izaya was coming into Tsugaru’s mouth and lips, driving it into his face, riding high on the tide of pleasure as it washed over him and made his toes curl.

And then it was Namie before him, red faced and panting over his couch. Not half as satisfying as it would have been if only…

“Ah, that was pretty damn close to what I needed,” Izaya sighed, pulling his jeans up. “So nice of you to assist, Namie-chan!”

She gave him the nastiest look as she adjusted herself. “Real classy, Izaya-kun.”

“Wasn’t it though?!”

Namie was in the bathroom for a few minutes, which left Izaya to return to the work he’s been at before he’d fallen asleep. He’d assumed that was that.

She came out brushing her hair, wearing an inquisitive look. “Who is Tsugaru?”

“Huh?” Izaya asked, a little surprised.

“You called out for ‘Tsugaru,’” Namie told him. “That’s a man’s name.”

“So? You called out for your brother -- that’s pretty twisted!” Izaya laughed.

Namie frowned. “So who’s Tsugaru?”

“Huh.” Izaya hadn’t even realized he’d done it. “Let’s just say he’s simply an object of desire, nothing more.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

Izaya only laughed. He laughed so hard he almost cried. Namie sighed and went to go organize his records some more. The man was in such a fit of laughter that he couldn’t answer if he tried at this point.

What a lovely dream… Izaya thought, still chuckling. He logged into his Blogger as Kanra. He knew one subscriber who was just going to die when she read this…

**end chapter two**
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