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Compensation	By : 3phemeral Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Shizuo stood behind the bar, looking down and wiping a glass dry. It had been a pretty slow afternoon - only a couple regulars chatting down at one end of the counter - but it was still early.

The door bells clanged, and he looked up to see who it was.

Oh no.

Izaya.

"Yo~," the man said with a flick of his wrist.

Shizuo set the glass down and flung the towel over his shoulder before placing both hands on the edge of the bar and leaning forward. "You. Out. Now."

"Aw, you're trying so hard to make sentences!" The broker strode over to the counter and took a seat right in front of him. The two other patrons laughed at a sports highlight. "A couple people will be here soon talking about a very sensitive matter. They'll sit at the bar, off to that side," indicating the currently unoccupied section of the bar, "and I need to be able to hear everything."

"What do you need to tell me that for?"

"Because I need behind the counter."

"Yeah, because I'm allowed to do that," Shizuo said sarcastically. "Why not sit behind them? Or next to them inconspicuously like a regular person?"

"Am I a regular person?"

"..."

"You know better than that."

Shizuo surprised himself at how quickly he surrendered the point. "I can't let you back here."

"Oh, Shizu-chan," Izaya said condescendingly, leaning in. "I have my ways."

Shizuo leaned back, trying to force down his blush. He pushed his shades up his nose and cleared his throat. "I can't."

"Who said you had to let me do anything?" Izaya stood up and made his way to the break in the bar, brazenly walking behind it and looking at the shelves. He pulled a bottle of vodka off and set it on the counter, looking at the whole bar. "Nice view from back here. Different perspective on things. I like it." He followed it with a bottle of rum.

Shizuo stormed over and got in the shorter man's face. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK OVER THERE!"

"Or what?" Izaya asked, pecking Shizuo on the lips before settling under the countertop.

Shizuo gritted his teeth and again leaned on the bar above Izaya. He muttered slowly. "Don't make me pry this out of the floor and literally throw you out."

"Aw, you want to hurt me more than you want to keep your job! It's okay, I'm sure you can find plenty of work. Holding up bridges, or buildings... You'd be great in a circus! I know one that-"

Shizuo pounded his fist on the counter, sending all the glasses on it bouncing a short distance in the air. Izaya sat in silence, confidently grinning.

"Fine," Shizuo said quietly. "But you better make this worth my while. Pay up." He put a hand under the counter and beckoned the broker to hand over some cash.

Izaya grinned wider, if that was possible. He checked his watch. Oh, Shizu-chan, how wrong you are, he thought. "Okay." He reached his slender hands up to the blond's pants and carefully pulled the flap of fabric away from his fly and grabbed hold of his zipper.

As soon as Shizuo felt the tug, the bells rang again and the two other men walked into the bar. He was stuck.

"You cheap bastard," he muttered to Izaya.

"If the shoe fits," he replied. He fished into Shizuo's pants to find... No fabric? Commando, eh? "Hm. Now that's a new piece of information." He pulled the bartender's still quite limp penis out into the open.

"I. Hate. You." Shizuo said through his grit teeth before greeting the new customers. "Hello, can I get you anything?"

"Vodka. Straight," said one. Izaya started suckling on the head.

"Rum and coke," said the other. The broker squeezed and tugged on the blonde's - either it was natural or he was very attentive with his dying - loose balls.

The unbearable irony of what Shizuo customarily said next struck him harder than a truck.

"Coming right up."

Izaya smiled under the counter around the now half-rigid cock.

Shizuo twisted a bit to his left and right, feeling his tight vest sliding slightly up his body. The vodka's spot on the shelf was empty. And then he remembered.

The bastard planned ahead.

Shizuo sighed and stepped a few inches sideways to grab the freshly dried lowball and bring it close. He took the top off the bottle and began pouring it.

Izaya licked up along the groove between the underneath and side of Shizuo's penis as it finally reached full attention. Izaya's mouth took a while to reach the head, and he covered it, circling his tongue.

Some vodka spilled over the side of the glass, and Izaya felt a drop of it fall through a crack in the counter and land on his hair. This was too much fun.

"H-here you go," Shizuo said, laying a napkin in front of the first man. He wiped the outside of the glass quickly with the towel and set it on the napkin. Idiot made me spill it, he thought. And now I'm stuttering. Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn.

Izaya hummed.

Damn.

Shizuo quickly grabbed another glass from a shelf under the bar and filled it halfway with rum as the door jangled again.

"Welcome!" Shizuo said reaching for the soda nozzle. Izaya wrapped his hand around Shizou's length and moved his mouth instead to nibble lightly at the man's sack. "What ca-AN I get you?"

Damn it.

He filled the rest of the glass with coke and set it on another napkin in front of the second man. He suddenly became aware of his bowtie. He didn't remember tying it that tight. He tugged at it a little, trying to give himself some more breathing room.

They wanted beers. That was easy. Shizuo thought.

Izaya was sucking on the skin now, Shizuo's excitement leaking out and helping his thumb glide over the bottom of the head.

The bartender twisted again, and he spotted his targets in the corner of his eye. This was going to be hard.

Okay, I have to turn. If I turn, they're going to see. If I don't turn, I really have to twist and reach. If I do that, I may not make it. If I don't, that feels reeeaallllyyyyy good. DAMMIT. If I don't make it, I'll have to lean, too. Is the gap too big? Is that his tongue? DAMMIT.

"One second," he said to the two newcomers. He took a deep breath... or tried. Izaya pulled one of his balls into his mouth and made Shizuo's breath hitch. He kicked the broker in the shin.

He felt the muffled "mmf!" more than heard it. Not a wise idea considering the man had his nut in his mouth, but Izaya also valued his information, so Shizuo figured he was safe.

The new patrons were preoccupied talking to each other about the sports scores on the TV. Thank God for the Koshien. And blowjobs.

He took another deep shuddering breath preparing to turn.

Izaya turned his mouth's attention back to Shizuo's cock, over the tip and gliding down the length.

Shizuo took a half-step back and lowered his towel to his waist, some of it resting on Izaya's head as the dark-haired man was slightly pulled from his hiding place. Got it, Shizuo thought. He leaned slightly back and reached his hand out toward the bucket on the shelf behind him, wedging the necks of two of the bottles between his fingers and pulling them effortlessly out of the ice.

He righted himself, gave a sigh of relief, and put both beers against the edge of the counter, pounding the tops of the bottles and sending the lids flying. He set them on the bar top.

"Here you go." Okay, how badass was that, Shizuo thought.

Whatever Izaya just did made the blonde's knees weaken and he leaned on his elbows.

"Hey, are you alright?" one of the patrons asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," Shizuo replied. "I mean, I'm fine. Just fine."

"Are you sure?" he thought he heard a patron ask.

But Izaya had sped up now, sliding up and down his shaft and circling his tongue furiously just past the underside of his head. One hand was tugging up from the base of his cock and the other was playing with his sack, which was a lot tighter now than it was earlier.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm fine. Just gimme a second. It's a... headache." Yes, that's exactly what Izaya was. His breathing got heavier and was near panting.

A familiar light tickling built low in his groin and quickly spread throughout his stomach, his legs, and all the way up his shaft, where it intensified, taking him over the edge.

Under the counter, Izaya continued his movements as Shizuo shot into his mouth, onto the back of his throat, landing a string on his tongue, and kept licking and slowed down as the rest of the blonde's cum pooled in his mouth. After it was done, he sucked his way off the spent cock and swallowed. After another lick around for good measure that straightened Shizuo RIGHT up, he tucked the limping penis back into the tall one's pants and zipped them back up, patting his package for good measure.

Shizuo wiped mindlessly at the bar. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said to the patron. He noticed Izaya crouching and sneaking back to the opening in the bar. "It happens sometimes."

On the other side, Izaya stood unnoticed and made his way to the door. He turned to the blonde and gave a little salute.

"Thanks for coming!" Shizuo said as nonchalantly as possible.

"No, thank you!" the broker said, licking his lips, as he leaned backwards into the door to open it, making his way back onto the street and off to who-knows-where.

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(A/N: Thanks for reading!!! This was x-posted from my y-gallery account, so if you find it there [same username] I did not steal it, it is in fact mine, I just waited a long time to post it here!)
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