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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 Five

Reality

The sun was what woke Izaya up, which was the first thing that struck him as odd, for he always kept his bedroom dark with thick curtains because he slept at strange hours sometimes. He moved his hand to shield his eyes and froze.

There was a hand over his.

It wasn’t often that he didn’t recall how he had gotten into a lover’s bed the night before. He didn’t drink too often, but when he did he was more of a binger every six months or so. So maybe…? No, he didn’t recall even starting to drink. Unless he had been rufeed, he didn’t remember consuming any drugs either. And it wasn’t a repeat encounter either, because he didn’t recognize the monochrome comforter sheet set, the electric blue numbers displayed on the alarm clock or the south facing window. Nothing about the bedroom was familiar.

He inhaled the scent of his lover’s hair deeply. A man. A bottle blond man.

Oh… oh SHIT!

Izaya nearly jumped when it all flooded back to him, the realization taking about a total of thirty seconds from the initial waking. But then the thought better of it and stopped the reflexive yank away. What better way to fuck with Shizuo?? He had been an amazing lover after all…

Shizuo didn’t want to wake up. So when his hand was squeezed and a soft “Hey…” tickled his ear he only grumbled something about not wanting to get up and rolled away, deeper into the pillow. Then he was shaken gently. “Wake up.”

“Five more minutes…” he mumbled.

“I’ll jump on you…”

“Piss off…” At least that’s what it sounded like through the pillow.

“You asked for it…” And then Shizuo was thrown into awakeness by a crushing weight bouncing on his hip and ribs. “GOOD MORNING, SHIZU-CHAN!!!”

“MOTHERFUCK!!”

“Wasn't last night FUN, Shizu-chan?! We should totally do this again sometime!”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF--!!”

“Ooh, can we be a couple now?! But that would be awkward to explain, wouldn't it? And I'm totally seme, you can be the uke--”

“IZAYA!”

“What a mindfuck! You! The uke!”

Shizuo reached for his lamp and was about to smash it over Izaya's head when the flickblade was at his throat. He froze mid swing and just glared deeply into Izaya's flashing eyes. That evil schemer was fucking with him again, he knew it! The way he was smirking was … was just...

“You bastard,” Shizuo huffed, leaning against the blade to draw Izaya into a rough kiss.

Was just like Psyche.

The flickblade clattered to the floor as Izaya eagerly reciprocated. Hold on... I'm the one in control... Izaya thought, but oh how Shizuo held his lips captive! He tasted delicious – his tongue, his lips, his jaw, his ear, his neck … all of it. Nipple, chest, belly, pelvis, legs... “Oh fuck I hate you...” Izaya breathed, stroking Shizuo's erection and working his fingers around his entrance.

“I told you –!”

“Fuck that.” Izaya gave Shizuo's cock a thorough coating with his mouth and forced him to moan. It was hot to make his body do things without his consent. It was hot to control him. Izaya used the saliva as lubricant into Shizuo's ass and was in position before he could seriously protest.

“You fucker!” Shizuo hissed, then groaned as Izaya began to penetrate. “You motherfucker....”

“If you didn't like it, I wouldn't be doing it, would I?” Izaya laughed heatedly. “Damn, you're tight...”

“Auh...” was all Shizuo could reply with, jolts of pain punctuated with a fantastic sort of pleasure stealing his breath and words away. Especially when Izaya had gotten himself all the way in and thrust into him in a way that made him want to come with hardly any manipulation at all. Definitely done this with a man before, as Shizuo founrd himself clumsy in comparison. “AUUHH!” he repeated louder, dropping the lamp at last to the carpet so the hand could now latch onto Izaya's hair. For some reason, he loved running his fingers through those follicles and pulling mercilessly. Izaya was not complaining. In fact it seemed to encourage him. “Dammit, goddamnit!”

“Pull harder, Shizu-chan...”

“Yeah...”

“HARDER!”

Shizuo yanked. “FUCK yeah... urgh, I'll kill you!

“Keep talking...”

“I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!” he shouted as Izaya fucked him with abandon. “I'LL KILL YOU!”

“YES, Shizu-chan! FUCK yes!”

“Shit-shit-shit-shit!” Shizuo cursed as he came in Izaya's hand, just as he hit a spot inside of him that made him dizzy.

“MM!” was Izaya's final cry. Shizuo shuddered from the feeling within him. This had gotten way out of hand now – they weren't even “roleplaying” anymore, this had been the two of them, not Tsugaru and Psyche. “Okay, okay … let go now,” Izaya told him after a minute, pulling his head slightly away from Shizuo's grip.

Shizuo tightened it. “I should snap your neck for making me do this,” he growled.

“Make you do what now?” Izaya laughed dubiously, despite the dangerous position he was in. “If I recall, I heard quite a few words of encouragement on your part. If my recollection serves me right – YOU started with ME this time! I'd hardly call that rape … unless of course you're into that sort of thing--”

Shizuo threw him back and covered his face. Ugh, the morning of shame! “RRRGGHH! What the fuck is going on?!”

“Not too sure,” Izaya said with a shrug, blackflipping off the bed and rummaging for his clothing. “Meh! Whatever it is … “

“What?” Shizuo prompted, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

Izaya was mostly dressed already. He threw his parka over his shoulder and flicked his blade in salute with a wink. “It's fun. See you, Shizu-chan!” And he was out the door. “Oh!” he called over his shoulder. “I already arranged for you to take the day off, so relax, eh?” Laughter, then the door slamming.

Shizuo looked at the alarm clock and jumped. It was almost two in the afternoon. He fumbled for his cellphone and ended up in the kitchen, doing the one legged dance through his pants when he found it on the floor next to the table. It had vibrated clear off.

6 missed calls: Tanaka Tom, 2 new text messages.

11:39am Tanaka Tom: Never mind Shizuo-chan, take a few days off, I’ve got business covered for a bit.

1:24pm: Sturlston Celty: How have you been? Can we meet in the usual spot tonight to catch up?

Shizuo raised an eyebrow. What was Izaya …? He shook his head. This just kept getting weirder.

He threw the formal pants aside and sat on the couch wearing just his boxers in a daze.

What would he tell Celty?
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