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He's Such a Coward He Can Laugh	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He's Such a Coward He Can Laugh

Chapter Three

Bleach

Recommended Listening: “Lucky” – Deftones, “Closer” – Nine Inch Nails, “Everything I Touch” – Stabbing Westward, “I Want You” – Third Eye Blind

(((Heiwajima Shizuo)))

The grainy white goop stank and stung my eyes. I'd never dyed my hair before, but Izaya told me he experimented with his sisters all the time, though they were quite young. I guess that made him seem less a flaming faggot, because the only thing that wasn't ousting him out the closet via human cannon was his utter masculinity and confidence. Using his sisters as an excuse made him seem less … girly.

“Is it done yet? This shit stinks,” I complained. “My scalp burns.”

“Not unless you want bright orange hair,” Izaya told me. “Another twenty-five minutes.” He jumped over the back of the couch and into my lap, reminding me of exactly what had occurred fifteen minutes ago. My pulse picked up again. “What to occupy our time for such an agonizing wait?”

“I have a feeling you have something in mind,” I said gruffly.

“Something dirty? Something... erotic?” Izaya laughed, then paused. “I'm going to fuck you, Shizu-chan. And you're going to like it.”

The statement was a fact, and the way he said it made my whole body ache in longing again. I could feel my limbs quiver in fearful anticipation as he started to nibble my neck and collarbone. I tried desperately not to let my slathered hair touch his couch, so I leaned forward and embraced him, digging my nails into his back viciously. They were kinda stubby from the occasional biting habit I had, but it was enough. Izaya arched backwards and grunted out a laugh through his clenched teeth.

“Fuck, that's hot!” he managed. I quickly realized as he contorted that he had his own erection that had been neglected, and he was almost as large as I was. I did this to him. I turned him on, he wanted me. It was a head rush, really. He wasn't just toying with me, his desire was real.

That fact made what happened later sting, and badly. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Despite my hatred for the man, the memory was too intensely sexual to discard. How could I not relish it?

I've never been one for subtlety. I pulled at his jeans so hard the button ripped off. Not sure why I was so surprised to see that he wore no underwear. Tight jeans should have been a giveaway. His member was rock hard and right in front of me, so I took a deep breath. He expected reciprocity, may as well –

“Don't even,” Izaya ordered suddenly.

“Huh?” He didn't want me to...?

“You'll bleach my pubes, or at least my stomach, haha! That stings!” he chuckled.

Fucking hair bleach. “So what, then?” I demanded.

“I'm gonna make you watch me, and I'm gonna watch you squirm,” he informed me casually, taking himself in his hand and giving himself a few gentle strokes. “Maybe I'll even come in your face.”

“You asshole,” I accused, trying to get up. Izaya grinned and bounced on my lap, forcing me to sit from the pressure on my own raging cock. “Ow!”

“Sit back and enjoy the show, Shizu-chan!”

“I'm not the 'sitting back' type,” I told him, making a grab for his hard on. He swatted my hand away coyly and 'tsked.'

“Patience! I never said I was gonna fuck you this second you know...”

“You're determined to drag this out!”

“I have every intention!”

My phone alarm startled us both, as not only did the song “Bodies” blare, but the vibration from my front pocket shot shameful sensations through us both. I laughed quietly. “That's too bad, because I have to rinse this shit outta my hair now.”

Izaya at last stood and released me, trying to adjust himself. “Huh. You busted my button.”

“Oops.” No, not really.

“Shower's around the corner across from the bedroom.”

I considered rinsing in cold water as I slid out of my clothes and stepped into the spacious shower stall, but decided against it for some reason. This erection was Izaya's, and the hope for another mind-blowing orgasm was racing through my mind as the water swept the now stiffened bleach out of my hair.

“I was so right.”

Izaya's voice made me jump. I hadn't even heard him sneak into the shower. “Jesus...” I snorted.

“I prefer being called 'God.' Jesus was too nice.” His caresses were agonizing at this point. “Blond is so you...”

His fingers were gently running along my ass and under, teasing my balls and massaging my entrance. It was instinct to tense up despite the arousing nature of his magic touch. He gently blew on my ear; he was telling me to relax. He really was going to...

I gasped when his finger entered inside of me. Both of my hands were against the tile wall, clenching and unclenching as another finger stretched me. I had a brief “What the fuck am I doing??” moment, but the third finger banished those thoughts – it was both an immense turn-on and getting quite uncomfortable. I couldn't imagine him fitting the entirety of his cock in there without an unacceptable amount of pain...

“Ah... Izaya-kun...” I tried to say shakily.

“Too late to back out now,” he hissed, reaching around and giving my cock a few strokes. My whole body was shaking, but the contact served as an effective distraction. I didn't even realize what he was doing until the head of his cock was almost entirely inside of me. “Ooh, Shizu-chan, you're so tight...” Izaya huffed in delight as he continued to stroke me. “I told you I was going to fuck you... and now I'm done being nice.”

The rest of the shaft was forced in without warning. It made me cry out and bash my head against the tile wall. Izaya wasn't kidding when he said he was done being nice – the pace turned frantic in an instant, and not just his savage thrusting either. At last the hand wrapped around my erect member manipulated fervently, granting the stimulation I had been mentally begging for since he had hopped into my lap.

“Ahhhgggghhhh!!” was all I could manage as Izaya scoured me out from the inside. I punched the wall, hoping I wouldn't damage it in the process. Kudos to the architects of this building, the tiles took several pounds before one or two chipped off and my knuckle was bleeding. “Fuck, Izaya!!”

“Say my name again!”

“Izaya!”

“Again! Again!”

“Izaya-Izaya-Iiiizaaayaaa!!”

I was not quiet when I came in his hand. The only indication that Izaya had also climaxed was quiver inside of me and a half sharp exhale, half laugh while his fingers clenched on my hips. I felt light headed again, a mix from the hot steam, my hunched position and the most outrageous sex I'd ever had in my life. I really thought I was going to fall over for a second.

Izaya left as quietly as he had come, so it took me a moment to realize that I was alone. It gave me a moment to gather my wits and get the rest of the bleach out of my hair before stepping out and toweling off. I laughed at the message that Izaya had left on the fog in the mirror.

“I OWE SHIZU-CHAN A NEW SHIRT <3,” it said. My button down school shirt was hanging on a hook, and upon closer examination, I noticed that he had cut off every single button. I hadn't even seen him pull out the flickblade until he started his edgeplay. I have to admit, whatever he did, be it psychotic or downright evil, he was good at it.

My eyebrows shot up at the sight of myself when I wiped the fog off of the mirror. Izaya had been right – I looked like a totally different person as a blond, and it looked good. Much later I had cursed him for talking me into it, because it looked ridiculous when I tried to grow it out, so I had to either keep dying the roots or shave my head. Back then though I liked the new look.

When I emerged, Izaya was in front of his computers, talking on the phone and typing away. “Oh, Dotachin, of course I took care of it! Those assholes never saw it coming.” To which I heard an exasperated voice on the other end saying, “Please stop calling me that, Orihara-san...” Izaya only laughed. Then he noticed me. “I'll talk to you later, Dotachin. Business meeting.” “Come on, Orihara –” Beep. The call was over.

“I can't wait to see it dry in the right light,” he praised, minimizing the chat windows, rising and putting his hands around my face.

“Tch. Don't try and be romantic.”

“Romantic isn't usually a word people use to describe me,” Izaya chuckled.

I pulled away and started to dress, then remembered I was out a shirt. I turned to say something when Izaya threw one at me. It was dark gray, had graffiti-like designs on it and was tight across the chest and shoulders. Skinny bastard. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and threw my school jacket over my other shoulder, the one that was still sore from my popping it back into the socket a few hours before..

“Leaving so soon?”

“I'll call you.”

“How cute. I want that shirt back.”

“Don't chicks pull that trick to ensure they see their weekend fucks again?”

“Let's just say I know more tricks to this whole fucking thing than you think. Need bus fair?”

“No, I –”

Before I could protest he had that thug's wallet out and he handed me a wad of cash. Way more than what a bus would cost. Shit, I could have called a taxi to get all the way back to Ikebukuro with that kind of money and had left over for a nice meal.

I laughed. “What am I, your manwhore?”

Izaya laughed too. “Maybe I'm trying to degrade you!”

“Nice try,” I told him. “But I'm gonna take this money with no apology. Call it … reimbursement.”

“For?”

“A new shirt.”

“Fair enough.”

“Um... see you.”

“Catch you later, Shizu-chan.”

**end chapter three**

**Preview Chapter Four: Home Movies**

Izaya poked his head back out of the closet wielding a small hand-held digital video camera. “Smile, Shizu-chan!”

I held my hand up, trying to block his shot to my face. “No way. You're making evidence and I am NOT going to be pinned as your accomplice!'

“Oh relax, I'll delete it when we're done.”

“Done? Done with what?! What exactly are we doing?”

His other hand whipped out from the closet. I didn't even realize he had a fistful of long cords in his hand until he shot them around to sweep my legs out from underneath me. He had my ankles thoroughly tangled. He sat down right on my chest, camera in one hand, flickblade in the other, wearing that evil grin. My face? Probably shock.

“We are making a few home movies.”
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