Cherry Shizaya

[Ms Blue Twilight]

CHERRY SHIZAYA

It was getting late and Shizuo was left alone in the tavern The Black Owl. He sighted and sat down on one of the bar stools. It had been a long day and a lot of annoying customers. Especially one mysteriously looking man, who had persisted in wearing a gas mask when drinking, had brought him dangerously close to the edge of madness. But Shizuo had held himself back and since the man had failed with getting the alcohol down he had left pretty fast anyway. The bartender sighted once more to himself and removed his sunglasses to rub his hurting eyes. He hadn’t hit anybody in the three days he had been working in the tavern and his body was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second from frustration. If anything, he needed a smoke. But this was a none-smoking area, which Shizuo saw as a sign the world was actually going crazy, so he withstood the need. Usually he wouldn’t have cared, but his brother had fixed him this job.

He had called without any forewarning last week. His voice had been as quiet and gentle as ever, and it had awoken a burning longing inside of Shizuo. He missed his brother more than what was probably sane, but since he knew how busy Kasuka was with his acting he never mentioned it. Their conversation had been short. Kasuka had simply told him that he had gotten him another job as a bartender at a tavern called The Black Owl in Ikebukuro. He hadn’t made any explanation to this, but Shizuo guessed he didn’t like his current job as a bodyguard. Naturally he had accepted the job offer and Kasuka had actually sounded a little happier before hanging up. Shizuo had been left with the beeping phone in his hand and a sudden wish to see his brother’s shy smile again.

The strongest man in Ikebukuro groaned and buried his face in his hands. What kind of worthless piece of shit was he, who could not manage without the help of his cute kid brother?

“Are you still open, bartender?”

Shizuo froze. He parted two of his fingers and glowered through them at the smiling person in the doorway. He knew that amused voice all too well. He knew that laidback posture and he knew that slender, black clothed body. The bartender slowly sat up, stretching one fetlock at a time, and put his sunglasses back on with shaking hands. Not this time, oh no. Not this time.

“We’re closing in ten minutes”, he said, without meeting Izaya’s gaze.
The black haired simply shrugged his shoulders at the answer. “That is enough for me”, he said with a sly smile. “Your best wine, please.”
Shizuo threw him a furious glance. “This ain’t no f*cking restaurant, ya know”, he muttered.
Izaya laughed quietly at him. “Are you going to serve me or not, Bartender-chan?” he asked, his narrow eyes filled with amusement.

Shizuo gripped the bar counter with both hands. It wouldn’t be too hard to tear it from the floor and throw it at Izaya. Actually the more he thought about it, the easier it seemed. But then again he reminded himself of Kasuka. What would his cute brother say if he was fired now, before having worked for even a week? Shizuo knew from experience that throwing bar counters, tables or wine shelves on customers always resulted in immediate discharge. Surely Kasuka would be disappointed with him, maybe even hurt. To his surprise Shizuo discovered that his urge not to hurt his beloved brother was actually bigger than his urge to hurt Izaya. Therefore he got up, walked over to the opposite side of the bar counter (leaving it where it was) and grabbed a wineglass. It broke almost immediately in his hands and he swore silently to himself. On his second try the glass remained intact and he started polishing it with careful hands. Izaya came forward and sat down on the very same stool Shizuo had just risen from. He kicked the shoes of his feet and wheeled around a couple of times, very much looking like a child, before stopping with his elbows on the counter and his head tilted on the upper side of his hands. Shizuo felt his strong gaze but refused to make eye contact, and instead concentrated on picking a suitable wine. Sadly there seemed to be none containing rat poison.

“I heard your brother got you this job, Shizu-chan.”
Shizuo slammed down the glass on the counter. He stared at Izaya over the edge of his sunglasses. “So what?” he asked while pouring a dark red wine into the glass.
“Cherry”, Izaya said.
Shizuo stared at him. “…Pardon?”
“I want a cherry. And you’re spilling.”
Shizuo swore and removed the bottle from the glass, which was standing in a pool of wine. “You wanna have a cherry in your wine?” he repeated.
Izaya nodded enthusiastically.

Shizuo gritted his teeth but brought a blood red cherry with its branches still left from the refrigerator and dropped it in Izaya’s drink so that even more wine splashed over the counter. Izaya carefully gripped the glass between his thumb and slender middle finger and circulated it slowly, just enough for the wine not to flow over the edge. He smiled at it.

“Seems Namie-san isn’t the only one with a brother-complex”, he whispered.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” Shizuo roared. His hands hit the counter just in front of Izaya with a loud crash and the delicately balancing wine spilled over both of them. Shizuo pulled the sunglasses away with such force they broke in his hands. He stared furiously at them for a second, then threw them to the floor and gave Izaya an even more furious look. “Ya said what?” he hissed.
Izaya leered up at the man bent over him and raised one narrow eyebrow.
“Oh, I was just talking to myself”, he said with a smile.

That was it. With a bellow like from an animal, Shizuo threw out one long arm and pulled Izaya up in his shirt onto the wet bar counter. Izaya jerked the glass at him and it hit Shizuo’s face, drenching him with blood and wine. The black haired fumbled in the pocked of his jacket but Shizuo tore it of his body before he had gotten a hold of the flickblade which was hidden there. Suddenly Izaya found himself pressed down on his back on the wet counter by Shizuo’s strong hands, locking his arms above his head. Despite that, he was still smiling. Shizuo stood bent over him, heavily panting and rage burning in his eyes. He moved his face close to Izaya’s until only a few inches of wine smelling air was left between them.

“You’re gonna die tonight, Izaya-kun” he whispered.
Izaya laughed silently, his eyes wide with amusement. “At least I got the cherry”, he teased in his unbearable voice. He opened his mouth and on his pink tongue lay the cherry – its branches knotted.

It happened by instinct; Shizuo lowered himself the few remaining inches and with his own tongue caught the cherry in Izaya’s mouth. But Izaya’s tongue locked in his, unwilling to let go of the last remains of his drink. They struggled, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, the saliva running down Izaya’s chin. The black haired started panting, aroused by the way Shizuo was practically devouring him with his strong tongue. He tasted of blood and wine. Izaya bit down hard in his lower lip and Shizuo groaned, for the first time removing his mouth.

“So ya wanna play dirty, huh?” he hissed.
Izaya smiled at him. “I never play dirty, it is all according to my rules”, he whispered.
“Then let’s play after my f*cking rules”, Shizuo snarled.

He could see the saliva drenched cherry dance on Izaya’s tongue as he spoke. Well, let’s see who was laughing in the end. Shizuo pulled the bow tie of his neck and with a rather sadistic grin bonded Izaya’s struggling arms together above his head with it. Then he grabbed a glass from under the counter, forced it into the black haired’s hands and in the same sweep filled it up to the edge with the remains of the bottle. During the whole time Izaya was unable to move and for the first time he was impressed by Shizuo and his unexpected bar skills. When finished Shizuo grimaced happily at him.

“Spill the wine, and you’re dead. That’s my only rule for this game”, he said.
Izaya didn’t doubt for a second that the blond was deadly serious. His hands gripped harder round the slippery glass. He was caught for the first time and in danger of his life. Something about that situation made him quiver with anticipation. “It was a long time since I had somebody to play with”, he confided with a crooked smile.

Shizuo laughed loudly at the reply and removed his black vest and white shirt, one button at the time, until he was wearing only his pants. He wanted as little as possible of the clothes his brother had given him to be ruined by what he was going to do. As he stretched his naked torso Izaya could see the muscles play under the skin in the dim light. He whistled lowly to himself. Shizuo smiled and picked up a glass shred from the counter. Then he heaved himself up on it and sat down with one leg on each side of Izaya’s stretched body. He bent forward and put the sharp shred against Izaya’s white throat.

“I have not broken your rules yet, Shizu-chan”, Izaya reminded him, in case the blond had forgotten and was about to kill him by slitting his throat.
“I know”, Shizuo muttered and then cut Izaya’s black shirt open with one flowing movement, without causing his body any injuries except a small superficial wound on his chest, through which little drops of blood forced their ways. Shizuo bowed and licked up the blood. Izaya shivered by the touch. Shizuo smiled to himself and moved to his left nipple. He started licking the sensitive skin with a wet tongue, leaving traces of saliva on Izaya’s white, slender torso. His hands moved all over his body, stroking it gently. Then suddenly he caught one of Izaya’s hard nipples between his teeth and stroked his tongue slightly against it. Izaya moaned loudly out of pleasure and surprise.

“How…?” panted he.
Shizuo bit down in his skin another time and leered up at Izaya’s face as he let out a cry. Their eyes met and Izaya blushed violently.
“Because I know ya better than anyone, Izaya-kun”, Shizuo said.
“You think so?”

Despite his situation there was no doubt Izaya was still mocking him. Something about the comment made Shizuo extremely annoyed. Of course no one knew Izaya better than he did. Right? Snarling to himself, Shizuo traced one of his hands down Izaya’s belly until reaching the edge of the black haired’s pants. He could feel Izaya’s erection clearly though the fabric and his hands easily undid the buttons. He stroked the revealed member with one long finger and felt Izaya’s body respond immediately at the touch. The black haired moaned, louder this time. Shizuo smiled victoriously.

“Feels good?” he asked.

There was no answer from Izaya other than an unwilling whining, but Shizuo couldn’t imagine a more satisfying response. He even rewarded Izaya with another deep kiss. Several times the cherry was on its way into his mouth but Izaya always took it back before it was fully his. The black haired’s tongue was like a snake, fast and dangerous, and Shizuo felt himself getting dizzy. When he finally drew back they were both gasping for air, yet Izaya smiled at him, the cherry well visible between his teeth.

“I am a good kisser, am I not?” he teased.
Shizuo shrugged his shoulders and tried to look unmoved. “Met better”, he said.

Izaya’s reddish eyes flashed with something Shizuo had never seen before. Then a lot of things happened at the same time. Izaya pulled one of his legs back under Shizuo and kicked him hard in the chest, making Shizuo lose his balance. In the very same movement Izaya heaved himself up into sitting position and swung his arms over his head without a drop spilling over the edge of the glass in his bonded hands. Then he gave Shizuo an arrogant look, tilted his head back and swept it. When done he licked his lips and light-heartedly dropped the glass on the floor.

“Not a drop spilled”, he smiled. “It is my time to play, Shizu-chan!”

Shizuo had to admit it: he was impressed. Something he never would admit though was how much the Izaya in front of him turned him on. His alabaster-white skin almost glowed in the dim light, as did his eyes. His pants were still unbuttoned and their revealed contain still showed all signs of excitement. When Izaya bit down in the bow tie, obviously to untie himself, it was just too much. Shizuo pulled the black haired closer and kissed him violently after tearing the bowtie away from his sharp teeth. Izaya tasted strongly of wine but the sweet scent of cherry was still left in his mouth. Actually, the cherry was still in there, sliding back and forth between their wet lips and fierce tongues. Just as Shizuo was getting dizzy again he felt Izaya’s tongue leave it in his mouth. The black haired withdrew with a smile.

“Hold this for me, would you?”
“What do ya think ya… Hey!”
Without Shizuo noticing Izaya had unbuttoned his pants and now dived down and took his aching erection in his mouth.
“Izaya… what… ah!”
“Feels good?”

He’s good, Shizuo thought. He glanced down, his face a strained grimace when he tried to resist the pleasure. Pretty f*cking good. Izaya variedly licked his member or sucked on it. He was moaning loudly too, and even though Shizuo knew it was probably just to mock him he couldn’t help getting turned on by the sound. The pleasure made his entire body pound and he groaned and spread his legs wider. Izaya smiled against his skin.

“You’re so cute, Shizu-chan”, he giggled.

Shizuo stared down on his bobbing head and swore silently to himself. He was the strongest man in Ikebukuro. There was no f*cking way he would be the uke! With a growl he grabbed Izaya beneath his arms, tearing him away from his pulsating erection. He couldn’t believe his body responded so eagerly to this b*stard’s touch. He expected one of Izaya’s usual arrogant smiles when their eyes met, but instead the black haired was watching him with a serious face, his eyes half shut. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Shizuo’s neck, and kissed him greedily on his lips.

“Gimme back my cherry, Shizu-chan!” he mumbled into his mouth. “Cherry, cherry!”

Shizuo stared at him. The black haired was closing his eyes when kissing him and every time their tongues met he moaned loudly. His erection pressed hard against Shizuo’s muscular stomach. When he tried touching it Izaya whimpered and blushed violently.

“Ah… Shizu-chan… not there!”

What had happened to the usual, self confident Izaya? Even though this needy version fit Shizuo way better, he couldn’t help wondering. Then suddenly he understood: The wine. When he thought about it he had always only seen Izaya drinking tea, never any form of alcohol. The legendary information broker was drunk!

“Shizuo… ah… Shizuo!” Izaya bent over to lick his ear and Shizuo shuddered. “Shizuo… don’t you like me, Shizuo?”

Izaya whispered in a low, sexy voice Shizuo had never heard coming from his lips before, and his hot breath seemed to warm up his entire body. Shizuo put two trembling hands on Izaya’s hips and ripped the black trousers from his body. For a moment he stared at the black rags in his hands, wondering what the hell he was doing. But then he saw Izaya’s slender, naked body and forgot everything else. He wanted him. Without hesitating anymore he lifted the black haired up in the air and laid his down on the counter. Izaya threw him a shy glance through his messy fringes, his body stretched due to his tied together arms above his head.

“Shizuo… what…” he mumbled.
“This might hurt a little”, Shizuo answered shortly.

Then he entered Izaya. The black haired cried out in pleasure and pain when he started sliding in and out of him. Shizuo grabbed his moving hips and pulled deeper in, causing a series of moans from Izaya’s lips.

“Ah… Shizuo…so good!”

Izaya spread his legs even wider and Shizuo turned him over on the side, putting one leg up on his shoulder. Izaya’s cries increased as his most sensitive areas were touched by Shizuo’s erection.

“Yeah… f*ck me harder…” he moaned. “Ah… ah… ah…”

Shizuo groaned. He had never imagined the information broker could be so incredibly sexy. He felt his desires grow to an almost unbearable level and pulled the black haired up on his knee, speeding up the number of trusts. Izaya whimpered and threw his arms around Shizuo’s neck, kissing him hungrily.

“Ah… ah… ah!”

He still had the cherry in his mouth and tasted sweeter than ever. Shizuo sucked on his wet tongue and the black haired moaned loudly. His light body shivered in Shizuo’s strong hands.

“Shizuo… I think I’m coming…” he moaned. “Ah… so good… ah!”
Shizuo felt how he was reaching his limits too. “If you’d stop being so damn sexy all the time!” he groaned.

Their eyes locked and they kissed. Shizuo felt the sweet cherry on the edge of his lips. Then they climaxed together. Izaya cried out, his slender body a white, shivering arch, and his seed splashed over both of them. Shizuo came all inside Izaya. For a while they were both absorbed in their mutual orgasm. Then Izaya fell forwards onto Shizuo’s chest, totally exhausted. Shizuo panted heavily and before realizing what he was doing he was stroking Izaya’s black hair. He had never experienced such pleasure before, not even when hitting somebody really irritating. Suddenly he realized he enjoyed life most when Izaya was around. But barely had he made that realization before taking it back. What the f*ck was he thinking? He was probably just dizzy from the stench of alcohol which was all around them. He needed to splash some cold water in his face. Surely that would wake him up from whatever weird world he was stuck in right now. Then he would have to clean up this mess of wine, blood, broken glass, clothes and sperm. What to do with the drunken, sleeping Izaya would be a later problem. But since Shizuo preferred it if he didn’t wake up right now, he moved the other carefully and lay him down on a part of the counter which wasn’t as dirty. When finished he turned and left for the men’s room, unconsciously searching his trouser pockets for a cigarette.

Izaya watched his back as he disappeared through half shut eyes. The same second the strongest man in Ikebukuro left the room he sat up and stretched his naked body while yawning.

“Damn, Shizu-chan, you could have been a little more cautious”, he mumbled, the arrogant smile returning to his lips. He pulled his hands out of the bind easily and jumped down from the counter, grimacing at the pain between his legs. He looked around the room thoughtfully.
“And you could have left me some of my clothes in one piece as well.”

He stepped into his shoes and then picked up Shizuo’s white shirt from the floor. It had only a couple of wine stains on it and reached almost down to his knees. It would have to work for now, after all it must be around four o clock and the streets of Ikebukuro should be rather empty. Izaya sighted and threw one last glance after Shizuo.

“Thanks for an amazing night, Shizu-chan”, he mumbled, an amused smile on his lips. "But if you made me pregnant, you are the one to take care of the child. Oh, and you know, I drink tea simply because I like the taste of it.”

With those words Izaya Orihara, the famous information broker in Ikebukuro, left the tavern The Black Owl dressed only in his shoes and the shirt belonging to Shizuo Heiwajima, given to him by his beloved brother.

When Shizuo returned from the men’s room the only thing left on the bar counter was a perfectly unhurt blood red cherry with its branches knotted.

THE END

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If somebody read this far I'm extremely grateful I'm sorry there was so much talking and so little sex, I don't even know if this should be rated a 18+ fanfic? And I'm sorry about all the grammatical errors I did > < Since English is not my native language there are probably a lot of errors everywhere!! But please don't be too hard on me, and I really hope somebody has enjoyed this little (or quite long) fanfic about Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara

Oh, and if you didn't know, when you can tie two cherrybranshes in your mouth you're said to be a good kisser

[N-sama]

That was really good, dude! O:
Keep writing stuuff!

[jeza_jezaro]

But he was wet enough already for Shizuo to start slide in and out of him.

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Ok... what? Was Izaya's asss self lubricating? O.o That part completely threw me out of the story.

I think you got their characters right, except for Shizou's end. I can`t see him having warm and fluffy feelings for Izaya of all people after one time only.

I also found the part with the cherry so very in character for Izaya and it was a nice touch how he acted about it.

Just something: I think it`s Shizu-chan, without the O

[Ms Blue Twilight]

That was really good, dude! O:
Keep writing stuuff!

Yay~ thanks so very very much

[Ms Blue Twilight]

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Ok... what? Was Izaya's asss self lubricating? O.o That part completely threw me out of the story.

I think you got their characters right, except for Shizou's end. I can`t see him having warm and fluffy feelings for Izaya of all people after one time only.

I also found the part with the cherry so very in character for Izaya and it was a nice touch how he acted about it.

Just something: I think it`s Shizu-chan, without the O

Hmmmmm... hmmmmm.... hmmmm..... I don't know, I must have been tired when i wrote that Guess I didn't want izaya to feel so much pain but that's no reason to change the law of nature.... lol i'll fix it up thanks for noticing xD

And I blame Shizuo's fluffiness on the alcohol and the mind blowing orgasm ^^ Btw I used Wikipedia's spelling for "Shizuo" but maybe that isn't correct then?? Damn it I can't believe it if Wiki betrayed me
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OK now I've checked it up it looks to me like it's Shizuo when using the complete name but Shizu-chan for the nickname ^^ thanks again <3

Mihihihihi thanks a lot and yeah since the story was pretty much built around the damn cherry I'm glad you liked it

[jeza_jezaro]

Btw I used Wikipedia's spelling for "Shizuo" but maybe that isn't correct then?? Damn it I can't believe it if Wiki betrayed me

His name is Shizuo, but Shizu - chan is a nickname, so there's no "o". In the english version it`s Shizzy and I`ve even seen Shizzy-chan

You`re welcome

[Ms Blue Twilight]

His name is Shizuo, but Shizu - chan is a nickname, so there's no "o". In the english version it`s Shizzy and I`ve even seen Shizzy-chan

You`re welcome

Shizzy-chan xDD That's hilarious

[jeza_jezaro]

I don`t think even Izaya would survive if he calls him Shizzy-chan It`s a one way thicket to Hell ^.^

[nisioisin]

It was soo good!!! You're very talented!! I love it!~ <3

[Ms Blue Twilight]

I don`t think even Izaya would survive if he calls him Shizzy-chan It`s a one way thicket to Hell ^.^

It would be so much fun if the characters for some reason decided to go to England and Shizuo was attacked by fangirls squeeling "Shhhhhiiiiiizzzzyyyyyy-cchaaaaaaaan!!" xD More people would probabaly die than during the World Wars