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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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Let’s Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Four

Fantasy

Izaya tossed and turned. He pulled the comforter over his head, then kicked the whole thing off. He shoved his head underneath his pillow, then peeked out from under it to look at his alarm clock.

2:47am.

An hour and a half and he still couldn’t fall asleep. He rolled onto his back and sighed. Was he afraid to dream? That Tsugaru would sweep Psyche off of his feet and induce mind-numbing pleasure upon him? No, he was afraid he wanted to dream.

Izaya glared at the erection in his boxers. He was hard for Tsugaru, no doubt… but Tsugaru was Shizuo!! How frustrating!! Finally he conceded to masturbation, but no matter how he manipulated himself, he just couldn’t quite get off.

“Tsugaru…” escaped his lips, and he stopped. To never gain closure on a real experience when the possibility lingered on reality? It was driving him insane!

That did it.

Izaya jumped out of bed and yanked on his pants. This ends. Tonight.

***

Shizuo miserably channel surfed, also in a fit of Psyche-induced insomnia. He was trying to drown out the constant barrage of “how-how-why-how-how???” with infomercials.

It wasn’t working.

Shared dreams… about sex. Maybe it wasn’t so out there, but with Izaya?? The whole thing was just mind blowing! And the desire for Psyche was still there! Why?!

Shizuo was startled by a rapid knock at the door. The hell…? It was after three in the morning. Who…?

Shizuo’s jaw dropped when he saw who was standing there. Before he could stammer out a threat, Izaya just invited himself in, slipping off his shoes, looking around in curiosity and talking as if he’d done this a thousand times before.

“Thought you might be up. Nice pad. Hey, is that House I spy in your dvds?”

Shizuo clenched his fists as Izaya examined his dvd rack nonchalantly. “Wh..?! What the FUCK Izaya?! Get the hell out of my house!!”

“Megalocolypse? Oh my, Shizu-chan, I didn’t know you were into hentai…”

Shizuo snatched the dvd away. “Gimme that! I’m gonna beat the --”

“--shit out of me, yes, I gathered.” Izaya was unphased as he made his way into the kitchen, where he just opened the fridge and started to rummage as if he lived there. “Milk? Gross. Though I must say, your taste in left over take-out is top-notch, if only lazy…”

“WHAT THE FUCK --?!”

Izaya gasped in happiness. “You have fatty tuna rolls from Russia Sushi in here! You MUST have been expecting me!”

“Izaya-kun--!”

“Say, do you have any wasabi?”

“Izaya!!”

“Hm?” he asked, peeking his head back over the refrigerator door.

Shizuo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Look. It’s three in the goddamned morning. I’m tired. I don’t feel like trying to snap your neck into many satisfying pieces right now… so cut to the chase. What the fuck are you doing here??”

“Sampling your fridge, duh,” Izaya told him, helping himself to the sushi as he closed the door. Once again the front room was lit only by the dim light of the television. Izaya jumped over and onto the couch, feigning interest in the program Shizuo had been half-watching. “What’s on, anything good?”

“Knock it off, pest!!” Shizuo snapped. “Instead of being obnoxious, you could just get to the point!!”

“It would be terribly out of character for me to not try and piss you off before I do what I came here to do…” Izaya informed him, eating another sushi roll and changing the channel.

“Which is…?”

Izaya turned the TV off and the room was plunged into darkness, the only light now coming from the distant city lights through the windows. Shizuo could no longer see Izaya’s expression, but if it matched the tone he changed to, it was probably quite serious.

“You’ve been wondering too, haven’t you?” he said softly. “Just who are Tsugaru and Psyche?”

“I don’t know,” Shizuo replied after a moment.

“Past lives? Alter egos? Riding Voudon spirits, perhaps?”

“I don’t know,” Shizuo repeated. “I don’t care.”

“If you don’t care, then why were you awake when I knocked?”

Shizuo had no answer to that. A thousand different excuses could have been presented, but that fucking pest had him pegged. As if it were hard to guess at what either of them had been thinking about all night.

Izaya stood and approached him, an inquisitive look just barely visible in his dark eyes. “It can be safely inferred that you play the part of Tsugaru, and I Psyche, yes?”

“What’s your point?” Shizuo asked coldly.

Izaya laughed softly. “Well, I suppose my point would be this:” Without warning, he shoved Shizuo against the wall, flickblade next to his head with on hand, the other seeking underneath his T-shirt as Izaya’s lips brushing against his in an infuriatingly thrilling manner.

“What the fuck are you --?!”

“I have to know!” Izaya breathed into his lips hotly. “It’s been driving me crazy! I hate you. I hate you so much, but how can I not want you when it turned out that all this time you were the object of my desire! Fuck, Shizuo… I have to know.”

Shizuo would have been lying if he had denied that he felt the same. He would have been content to stew on it indefinitely rather than swallow his pride however. It seemed that Izaya was not though, and he almost rolled his eyes -- just like the pest to pry every little detail out of something like this. He didn’t though. He was too mindfucked to do anything but quiver slightly as Izaya continued his outrageous and unthinkable advances.

“This… this is reality. You’re not Psyche here,” Shizuo stammered. He wanted to swat Izaya’s wandering hand away, but it brushed against his groin so he had to use that energy to try and deny the arousal that kicked up as a result. He prayed that Izaya’s infallible observation skills had missed the shiver that ran over him in the dark… but he doubted it and mentally cursed.

“Then let’s pretend…” Izaya whispered, nibbling on Shizuo’s bottom lip tantalizingly.

“I’m… I’m going to kill you…” Shizuo managed -- though it didn’t come off half as menacing or angry as he wanted it to.

“After this, do what you want. You want … you need this as much as I do… or at least the Tsugaru in you does…”

“Dammit, Izaya --”

“Psyche,” Izaya corrected, then pressed his tongue against Shizuo’s mouth, demanding to be let in.

Shizuo at last consented and allowed him access, letting his tongue dart across his, shocked at how fast that arousal swelled back up when he let it. No matter how many times his brain screamed at him “IZAYA ALERT!!” he could only see Psyche.

And Psyche really turned him on.

Shizuo’s reluctance melted away with a mental ‘fuck it.’ At last able to send signals to his arms, he grabbed Izaya’s parka and pushed him towards the bedroom. Izaya kept hold, trying to keep their lips locked in place with marginal success. His coat was thrown to the floor and a sort of power struggle ensued, with interesting results. If Izaya hadn’t knocked him back onto the bed with an underhanded trip, Shizuo would have pinned him and pounded him -- physically and sexually, just to get it out of his system and be done with it. Izaya had other plans. Once Shizuo was on his back, Izaya immediately straddled him, pulling off his shirt in a hurry to regain contact.

As their lips met again in a frantic manner, it was very clear that this was worlds different that Psyche and Tsugaru’s encounters. The dream couple almost seemed to make love when they embraced. Reality was far harsher and fueled by carnal instinct alone.

Izaya struggled only for a moment with Shizuo’s shirt before he just tore it off in his frenzy. Shizuo was equally intoxicated and not inclined to care. He sucked in air through his teeth as Izaya bit his neck several times before finding a spot to leave a near purple mark. Shizuo bit Izaya’s ear lobe and clenched a fistful of hair. To his surprise, a heated, muffled moan resulted, as if he’d been trying to hold it back.

Forcing the sound out of his hated lover had a profound effect on his desire -- it multiplied tenfold. He’d made the pest react. His ego was suddenly just as swollen as his cock was. He breathed a chuckle as Izaya pushed himself to his knees and threw his pants open, revealing his own rock hard desire. In a slightly awkward maneuver, Shizuo’s boxers were across the room and he was leaning over him, looking shockingly barbaric with his lack of composure.

Shizuo grabbed his hair and pulled again. “Nuh-uh.”

Izaya huffed out laughter and licked his hand playfully, making him let go. “Don’t let your pride get in the way, Shizu-chan. I promise to be gentle…”

“Fuck you,” Shizuo told him breathlessly. “You’re not topping me, pest.”

Izaya seemed desperate for some kind of sexual release as he lowered his head slightly, and it showed with his lack of wit. His fingers curled into fists, digging nails into Shizuo’s skin, making him arch a bit. “Goddammit, Shizu-chan. If that’s the way it’s gonna be, you’re gonna suck me off. It’s only fair.”

Shizuo only grunted in agreement after considering briefly which he would rather. Izaya grinned and hopped back so his rival could get into a more appropriate position for the task. They shifted quickly, eager to regain contact, eager to remove remaining clothing, eager to get this over with, but also eager to indulge each other in this strange supernatural twist of fate.

Having never pleasured a man before, Shizuo relied on pornography for mental instruction. And considering his mind made the transition from Izaya to Psyche almost too easily, pushing him back so he was sitting on his knees so he could induce tongue-winding pleasure upon his throbbing member was just as easy. Tsugaru knew what he was doing anyway…

Izaya let a “fuck…” cross his lips. He was too taken in a fit of pleasure, making him quiver and taking his breath away to really gloat. Shizuo was at last his dirty little bitch-whore and he could barely register the fact -- Psyche was pushing the malicious thoughts aside, forcing him to focus on the impending orgasm, slightly out of reach but approaching at a steady pace. Especially with Shizuo’s mouth doing that…

“Ahh… fuck me!” he finally cried. “Fuck me, Tsugaru!”

Shizuo practically pounced, shoving Izaya against the headboard and pinning him beneath him, in position to impale at a moment’s notice. “I want you so bad, Psyche…”

“Then stop screwing around.”

“This is finally real.”

“I know.” Izaya bit down a moan as Shizuo introduced his fingers. “Mmf. Please…”

Shizuo wanted to mock him for pleading so pathetically. Tsugaru wanted to oblige with an agonizing urge to penetrate. Tsugaru won out. Shizuo easily hefted Izaya’s legs up in his arms and slowly immersed himself into the eager informant. Izaya exhaled shakily, jutting his chin up with the sensation. Tsugaru at last…

It was a fleeting and muffled affair. At first the only sound they exchanged was the labored breath between them, as if neither wanted to admit not only was the coupling intense, but quiet enjoyable. But Shizuo couldn’t help it. He let out a heated “Oh…!” when Izaya clenched his cock under him. Izaya smirked Psyche’s lusty smirk and laughed unevenly from the rhythm, squeezing again, eliciting a curse this time from his carnal rival.

“Shit…”

“Come for me…!”

“You come for me.” Shizuo grabbed Izaya’s erection between them and pumped hard, picking up the pace and making the man make unintelligible sounds of agreement. They were at a fever pitch by now, the only concern of theirs being moving the right way in order to get the right kind of contact for the inevitable orgasm. All barriers between them crumbled in the last moments of their break neck embrace. Shouts and exclamations of pleasure rose from them both, until Izaya at last burst and coated Shizuo’s hand, the blond going off barely a minute later within his nemesis.

“Psyche!”

“Tsugaruuuuuu!”

“Psyche-Psyche-Ps…Psyche!!”

The kiss was so hard Shizuo’s jaw ached but the feeling was so blindingly amazing that he felt he had to hang onto something for dear life -- that something being Izaya. More specifically his thighs.

They lay there for a long time, catching their breath and slowing their hearts. At last Shizuo rolled to one side. Now that he had a little more say over Tsugaru, he wanted Izaya as far away from him as possible. There was an aversion of sorts, as if the bastard had tainted him somehow. But he was too groggy to drag the pest by the hair to the door. So sleepy…

He tensed when he felt Izaya’s warm hands against his sweaty back, very softly. What…?

“Tsu-chan…” he whispered.

“…yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He flinched right after he said it. The words popped out of Shizuo’s mouth before he could stop them. He wanted to be angry with this Tsugaru, but since he wasn’t tangible, it was very hard to express. It wasn’t like he could chuck the fuedal bastard out the window. Stupid samurai wannabe…

It seemed Izaya was still fully immersed in Psyche, or at least he was doing a good job acting that way. His arm was around Shizuo’s stomach and his body was curled against him in the most delightfully comfortable way… he could feel Izaya’s heartbeat against his spine, still pounding away. The breath was hot against his neck, nose buried in his hair in an almost affectionate manner.

This was all wrong!!!

Try as he might, Shizuo was just too tired to resist Tsugaru. He laid his hand over Izaya’s and drifted off, just as the sky was starting to lighten. Off to dream things yet experienced between him and Psyche.

For ten hours, it didn’t matter. This was … nice. Weird. But nice.

He’d deal with the fact that Izaya was completely vulnerable beside him and still in one piece later. Let’s forget for a little while. Let’s dream. Let’s pretend…

A/N: WOOPS forgot chapter three there for a sec! lol, fixed!!
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