DRRR! KINK MEME: FIll "約束;結婚 (Promise; Marriage)" - Shizuo/Izaya
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima/Izaya Orihara
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Kid!Shizuo proposing to Kid!Izaya
Original Prompt: here
約束;結婚
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Promise; Marriage
Shizuo had been playing in the park with his little brother when he heard it.
The small sniffles and wobbly breaths of a small girl.
Shizuo saw the ball that he'd been searching for at the base of a tree in some bushes, but he ignored it. Kasuka could wait awhile.
Kasuka at that time just decided to sit on the bench and wait for his brother to return. In truth he didn't like playing outside. He much preferred reading or watching movies.
Pushing through the bushes Shizuo came upon her crying at the base of the opposite tree. She was a small girl with cropped hair, wearing a pair of black shoes, some grey shorts, and a black shirt. Her jacket she wore had a fur fringe on the cuffs and hood. She had her knees pushed into her chest, arms holding her legs as she leaned her forehead on her knees. Her shoulders seemed to shake with the light sobs she released.
"Oy, girl are you alright?"
The girl noticing someone was there looked up at Shizuo with the widest eyes he'd ever seen. Her eyes were of a pretty scarlet hue. Even without the water works. She embarrassingly wiped her cheeks and nose on her sleeve and smiled.
"I'm not a girl, and I'm fine."
Shizuo's eyes widened comically.
"Really? You're so pretty though!"
"I'm a boy," he insisted eyes starting to tear up again.
"Why are you crying," Shizuo asked.
"I'm not crying!"
Shizuo scratched his head in confusion.
"Yes, you were."
"No I wasn't!"
"Fine, whatever you say. My name is Shizuo. What is yours?"
"Izaya. Orihara Izaya. You may call me Iza-chan or Izaya-sama," he sniffled slightly.
"Right. Iza-chan it is."
Izaya pouted.
Shizuo stuck out his hand in a helping gesture.
Izaya eyed it warily before reluctantly accepting the gesture and grasping onto his lightly.
Shizuo's hand closed around his own and pulled him up onto his feet. The force of the motion sent Izaya tumbling into Shizuo's chest.
"Careful. Don't fall."
"I wasn't falling," Izaya pouted.
"Whatever," Shizuo sighed rolling his eyes.
"I wasn't!"
"Cheer up. Come play with my brother and me."
Izaya was a bit wary. His mother had told him not to talk to strangers. Surely she didn't mean other kids as well?
"Alright," he nodded shyly.
Shizuo grasped his hand and dragged him through the bushes to the bench where Kasuka sat reading a novel.
Kasuka nodded at Izaya in recognition and returned his attention back to his book.
Shizuo shrugged and the two rushed off to the swings.
And so began the days where Shizuo bonded with another kid besides his brother. Days of laughter and fun continued for many days. However, in reality it was such a short time period that it seemed to pass in a blink of an eye.
"What do you mean you're moving," Shizuo cried.
Izaya looked incredibly forlorn, and averted his eyes, finding a speck on the ground far more interesting than Shizuo's widened frantic eyes.
"It's not my idea, Shizu-chan. It's my father's job. We're moving to Russia for a while. Possibly forever."
"Y-y-you can't go, Iza-chan!"
Shizuo's hands readched out for Izaya's shoulders, tightly grasping them. Izaya shocked at the contact gasped, and turned his eyes to Shizuo's face.
"Shizu-chan..."
Shizuo bit his lip.
Izaya was the first person he would ever consider his friend that wasn't already related to him. He really didn't want to give up such an important bond to him. The days they spent playing together in the park seemed to be one of the happiest moments in his entire life.
"I wish I could stay here. With you," Izaya whimpered.
Tears started to form at the corners of Izaya's eyes, and he had to bite his lip to reign them in.
"Why can't we be grown ups? Grown ups can do whatever they want. They can even live wherever they want. They don't have a bed time either."
"We can't Shizu-chan! We're not big enough yet!"
Shizuo nibbled his lip in contemplation brows furrowing. Suddenly his eyes widened. He set his lip into a firm line of determination, nodding to himself.
"Wait. There is one thing we can do..."
Izaya stood there confused and nodded not quite comprehending what was occuring.
"Iza-chan, you stay here. I will be right back."
Shizuo released Izaya's slim shoulders and turned on his heel to run toward the bushes.
He had to pee at a time like this!?
Izaya scowled.
Here they were about to be separated forever, and the dumb brat runs off to pee in the bushes. Well fine. If Shizuo wanted to be that way then whatever. Izaya crossed his arms, and puffed his cheeks in annoyance.
However, Shizuo returned moments later. In his hands he held a small blanket, flowers, and what looked to be a small pillow. Shizuo hunched over, grasping his knees catching his breath. Glancing up at Izaya he grinned cheekily.
"Shizu-chan...what are those for?" Izaya questioned glancing at the items warily. How would these things make them grown ups?
Shizuo took two of the flowers in his hands and looped them around to form two small rings. Grasping Izaya's left hand he slid the ring up the length of his ring finger. Izaya looked up, eyes widening in realization.
"Shizu-chan...you.."
Shizuo smiled brightly.
"Iza-chan. Will you marry me?"
Izaya's mouth dropped open slightly.
"..."
Shizuo scratched the back of his head and looked away sheepishly.
"Ah..you see... if you marry me than...we can..you know.. be together all the time...We can be grown ups. ..Ah. you don't have to if you don't want to..I mean...ah.. um.. I thought this was a good ide-"
"Shizu-chan."
Shizuo turned from the ground to face Izaya once more.
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
Shizuo look abashed and blushed deeply, averting his eyes once more.
Izaya turned his hand so it was now grasping the one that was holding his. He smiled cutely a little red making itself known on his cheeks. It was one of the prettiest things Shizuo had ever seen.
"So..ah..will you?"
Izaya's eyes twinkled as he nodded answering with a soft, "Yes."
Shizuo hugged the smaller boy to him, and grinned.
Izaya's arms wrapped around Shizuo's neck pulling him to him tighter.
Pulling back from the warm hug, Shizuo looked into the beautiful irises of Izaya's eyes. Using the blanket he draped it over Izaya's head, and handed him the small bouquet of flowers, and the one flower-ring Shizuo hadn't placed on himself.
"Ah..wait..one second. I forgot something again!"
Izaya looked at Shizuo flabberghasted.
"Again! How many things do you forget?"
Shizuo waved as he ran back through the bushes again, ignoring all that Izaya just said.
"Mou...geeze," Izaya huffed arms crossing and cheeks puffing again.
Shizuo returned this time with Kasuka in tow.
"Gotta have a ring bearer," he exclaimed.
Kasuka looked away from the two boredly.
"Oy Kasuka. Hold this pillow here," Shizuo said as he handed the pillow to Kasuka placing a ring upon it.
Kasuka took the pillow, but did not avert his gaze from whatever had caught his attention. Shizuo walked back to Izaya, and grasped his left hand once more. Carefully he slipped the ring off the finger, winking.
"Don't worry. It will be back soon."
Izaya nodded once more, his smile widening.
Shizuo placed the delicate ring beside his slightly over lapping the two.
Izaya walked to the far end of the clearing with his small bouquet. Shizuo looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Hey...what are you doing over there?"
Izaya blushed, and fidgeted looking back at his shoes.
"Well...since I have the flowers and veil that makes me the bride. Brides walk down the aisle and all that..."
Shizuo's eyes widened in realization.
"Oh yeah, that's right."
Shizuo then proceeded to pick up a stick and began to trace two parallel lines into the dirt. Leading from him and Kasuka to Izaya.
"The aisle," he motioned dramatically.
"Un!" Izaya nodded.
Shizuo didn't think the boy's grin could get any bigger.
"So now what?"
"The music starts, I think."
"We don't have any music though.."
"Then I will just hum it!"
"Good idea."
"Of course I am Orihara Izaya after all!"
"Shut up and start humming."
Izaya nodded again and began humming.
"hm mm mm hhmmm mmm hmm mm mmmm..."
Izaya took a step and paused, the veil jostling ever so slightly with each graceful step.
Shizuo could feel his heart pounding fiercly through out his chest. It was make believe sure, but boy did it feel like the real deal! Finally Izaya made it up to Shizuo and Kasuka.
"So now what?"
"Well normally the bride and groom say how much they love each other, holding hands right? Then they put on the rings, and kiss."
"Right. I knew that."
"Sure you did.."
"Oy!"
Izaya giggled, his hand reaching for Shizuo's.
Shizuo's glare immediately fell when he felt the warmth coil around his palm. Instead his expression melted into a calm serene smile, that seemed to shock Izaya from his head to his toes.
"Iza-chan. I love you. I don't want you to go. I want you to stay with me forever!"
Izaya's tears had slowly crept back up into his eyes again and made their self known when Izaya closed his eyes and nodded, "I love you too, Shizu-chan. I wish I can be with you forever as well. One day..when we are real grown ups, we will do this again. The real way."
"Ah. That's a promise."
Reaching for the rings, the two turned to face Kasuka. Kasuka yawned, and never once turned his attention towards the two. When could he get back to his book?
Shizuo held up Izaya's hand to the light, and slid the small flower-ring onto the tiny finger. His hand tightening reassuringly against Izaya's palm. Izaya in turn copied Shizuo's motions. Shizuo's breath seemed to catch in his throat as Izaya turned his gaze up to him through his lashes.
"You may now, kiss the bride."
Shizuo flushed, but leaned foward to place a peck on Izaya's cheek.
"Mou~ Shizu-chan, can't you do anything right?"
Shizuo looked abashed.
"This is how my parents kiss. This all I know how to do."
Izaya smirked and loped his arms behind Shizuo's head, and pulled himself up onto tip toes. Even at the age of five the boy was ridiculously tall.
"This is how grown ups kiss though." Izaya murmured as he gently pulled Shizuo's lips down to his, and pressed his slightly chapped ones to the boy's.
Shizuo's eyes widened, but he pressed back as well, arms going from his sides to around Izaya's back, pulling Izaya up off the ground.
Kasuka's attention was caught by a butterfly.
"Oh. A butterfly," he muttered as he ran off to chase it, leaving the two alone in the clearing.
Shizuo and Izaya kissed like that for about a minute. There was no movement of lips, no tongue. Just simple pressing of lips and feeling each other's prescence. The kiss was full of such simple, innocent puppy love.
However, as much as the two would have liked to be together, breathing was a neccessity for the two.
The two parted lips, and just stared into each other's eyes. Shizuo set Izaya back down onto the ground, and grimaced with a sorrowful expression. Izaya's expression mirrored his own. Izaya grasped tighter onto Shizuo's neck, and buried his head into the boy's chest.
"I don't want to leave!"
"I know. I don't want you to leave too."
Shizuo's grip tightened around the boy's back pulling him deeper into him.
"Remember your promise. Never forget it," Izaya exclaimed, fingers tightening in Shizuo's red shirt. Shizuo nodded, burying his face into the top of the boy's scalp.
"I will. I won't ever forget the promise. Or you. Just promise me that, One day when you get the chance. You will come back. Come back to me."
Izaya nodded, wetness seeping into Shizuo's shirt. Tears flowed freely now, the dam broken.
"Izaya! It's time to go home."
Izaya turned towards the voice of his mother, grasp tightening on Shizuo's shirt.
Shizuo didn't want to let Izaya go, but he knew that if he didn't Izaya was sure to get in trouble. His parents were just that strict. So with a
reluctant push, he shoved Izaya away from him.
Izaya's eyes widened with betrayal.
"You're pushing me away?!"
Shizuo grimaced.
"I'm not. I just don't want you to get in trouble."
Shizuo grasped Izaya's left hand with his own left hand, and laced their fingers together.
"We're married remember? There is no way I'd push you away."
Izaya's expression melted into a sad smile, and he nodded wiping his tears away.
Shizuo leaned down and placed a peck on the boy's cheek.
"Izaya! Where are you?"
Izaya turned his head to yell over his shoulder.
"I'm coming mom, be right there!"
Izaya turned back to Shizuo, hand tightening around the other boy's.
"It's a promise! I will see you later Shizu-chan. Don't forget me!"
"Yeah. See you later, Iza-chan. Don't worry, I won't. It's kind of hard to forget such a girly face."
Izaya pouted and kicked Shizuo lightly in the shin.
"I'm not a girl!"
Shizuo smiled.
"I know."
"Izaya!" the woman called again.
"Well..I guess this is good bye."
"Yeah..."
"Good bye Shizu-chan."
"Ah...bye bye Iza-chan."
With that Izaya released Shizuo's hand, and walked backwards until he was at the edge of the clearing. He turned to face the bushes, but still he kept glancing back at Shizuo who still stood there, left hand raised in the air as if he were still holding Izaya's hand.
"We'll meet again!"
"YEAH!"
When Izaya reuninted with his mother, he handed her the bouquet of flowers he had for his wedding.
"Sorry, I was late mom, I was picking these for you," Izaya lied.
Izaya's mother knelt down to accept the flowers smiling sweetly at the boy. With a hand she reached up and ruffled his head.
"Awww, that's so sweet of you. Thank you."
Izaya grinned cheekily.
Why was it adults were so easy to manipulate?
"Why are your eyes red? We're you crying?"
Izaya shook his head.
"No I was playing and got a bit of dirt in one of my eyes."
"I see. You must be careful with that. Come on now, your father is waiting at home for us. We have a plane to catch in a few hours."
Izaya nodded and grasped her left hand with his right.
There was no way he'd let her crush his precious ring from Shizu-chan.
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"Who would have guessed that Shizu-chan still remembered our promise," Izaya asked himself holding a small glass vial in his left hand.
Inside the vial was a small flower-ring, sealed with a small cork. Izaya gazed at the ring fondly, as his other ring glinted. Leaning back against the mattress from his position on the floor, he lifted the vial up to the light. The light seemed to fracture off into mini prisms and bounced off one surface over another, illuminating the aged flower.
A rustling noise could be heard from the bed as someone sat up. An arm reached down to pull Izaya up onto the bed, against a hard naked chest.
"Ah, Shizu-chan, good morning. Did I wake you?"
Shizuo gruffly shook his head, his hand traveling under Izaya's over sized button-down shirt, along his thigh. Or rather Shizuo's button-down
shirt.
"No. I was already awake," he grunted. His voice was rather hoarse since he'd just woke up.
"Is that so? Would you like some coffee?"
Shizuo buried his head into the crook of Izaya's neck, shaking it again.
"Nah... I am kind of hungry though."
"Oh? What for exactly?"
Shizuo nipped Izaya's nape thoughtfully.
"Hmm..you."
"Is that so? So last night wasn't enough for you?"
Shizuo snorted, "As if one night of your hot sexy ass would be enough."
Shizuo punctuated his point by traveling his hand up to the raven's hip grasping it tightly pulling him back against his chest, and more into his lap. From beneath the sheet Izaya could feel Shizuo's hardened cock poking his back.
"Always the romantic Shizu-chan~"
Izaya turned in Shizuo's grasp, and loped his arms over the man's head behind his neck, kissing his nose. Shizuo turned his face to Izaya's earlobe and nibbled gently.
"Of course. Not my fault you look damned sexy in my shirt," he growled gruffly.
"Hmm..maybe I should wear it more often then."
Shizuo growled possessively into his nape.
"Definitely."
Izaya moaned softly as Shizuo began to gently nibble at the man's neck, hands trailing from his hips to butt. Izaya wrapped his legs around Shizuo's torso, hands clutching at the man's head pushing it further into his neck. Shizuo's hands palmed the globes of flesh lovingly, spreading, pushing, and rotating them in a caring massage like manner. Izaya moaned, arching his back, so his neck pushed up more into the man's mouth, and his bottom more into those gentle hands. The hands spread the cheeks, one holding them open as the other began running its fingers from the creased to his entrance.
Shizuo ran his finger tip over the hole, thoroughly pleased with the fact it was still a little lubricated from their activities a couple of hours before. Grinning into Izaya's neck, he slid his finger in slowly. Izaya grasped back arching sharply. His hardened nipples pressing against the shirt to Shizuo's collarbone.
"Aaahn~"
Gently Shizuo's long finger probed the orifice, sliding slickly along his inner walls. Izaya squirmed in pleasure in Shizuo's lap, the base of his erection, pressing against the middle of Shizuo's. Shizuo grunted in pleasure, tongue traveling from the man's neck to collarbone. He nibbled the bone jutting from the skin from it's owner's arching back. Another finger joined the first, quickly followed by a third, as Shizuo slowly built up a rhythm within Izaya. Finally when he felt Izaya was prepared enough, he ripped the sheet from between the two.
Izaya gasped as it dragged against their erections.
Shizuo debated internally whether he should strip Izaya of his shirt or if he'd like to make him lie down instead. Izaya decided it himself when he lifted himself up, and hovered above Shizuo's leaking cock. Shizuo and Izaya's eyes met, and like a spark flew through the two of them they shivered. Izaya's eyes glittered mischievously and Shizuo's reflected the serenity he was only able to obtain in moments like these.
Slowly..very slowly, Izaya lowered himself onto Shizuo, moaning softly. Shizuo groaned himself, as he massaged the orbs of Izaya's rear, feeling that wonderful heat engulf him snugly. Izaya lifted himself, with the help of Shizuo's hands, slowly, and then just as slowly lowered himself once more. Again the motion repeated, the feeling of Shizuo's cock within him just so heavenly. With their slow pace he could feel each and every vein trailing along his inner walls. Each throb, each inch, each everything.Their motions so sensual and loving that neither could question each other. They loved each other. Through and through. Izaya pressed their lips together , tongue tangling gently with Shizuo's.
Gently Shizuo pushed Izaya back until he was flush against the pillows of their bed. His black hair contrasting starkly with the white pillows. The new angle allowed Shizuo to strike even deeper than he was before, sliding out, in, out, in. Adjusting his hips a bit he angled for the spot he knew oh so well on his husband (If only in heart). Instantaneously Izaya arched sharply, mouth dropping open as his eyes widened in pleasure.
"Shi..Shizu-oooh.. Shizu-chan."
"I-Izayaaa ah.."
Time seemed to slow as the two became consumed with their love making. They became so in tune with each other that each breath seemed to be timed. Each thrust thoughtful. Completely different from the time they had first reunited.
Who would have thought that one day Shizuo would have just came up to Izaya and whisper into his ear.
"I remember our childhood promise, Iza-chan."
Of course...it had taken the dumb protozoan brute a total of seven years to remember that Iza-chan was now grown up as well as Shizu-chan. And oh boy did Shizu-chan grow...
This was of course after the two had already established a bit of a convenience relationship. If rough, violent, and bloody sex in random alleys can be considered a relationship...
Occasionally, the two still engage in rough sex, but it is no where near as violent and battle-esque as before. Less blood shed, and torn interior walls are few now. Gone are the cuts, now the butterfly kisses take their place. The bloody bite marks replaced with gentle love bites. The scratches still grace Shizuo's back, but no where near as carnal as before. With rough brick walls, or concrete floors is now their shared king size fluffy and soft bed.
Slowly their rhythm built within, becoming dull pounding drums, tightening the coils of fire deep within them. Each slip-slide of flesh a delectable burn left in their wake. Hands clasping tightly, their matching rings shining brilliantly in the morning light. Finally the unbearably pleasurable heat burst within them as they climaxed near simultaneously.
"I love you, Izaya."
"And I you, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo's brow furrowed.
"Are you ever going to call me by my name?"
Izaya smirked, and leaned his lips up to Shizuo's ear.
"Shizuo,"
Shizuo could feel his blood rushing back to his cock, which was still nestled deep within Izaya's walls. Growling huskily, he lightly thrust upwards. Izaya's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as his overly sensitive parts were assaulted again.
"Nngnn Shizu-chan..ah..oh."
Picking up the pace, Shizuo grinned down at Izaya. Instead of the slow pace the two had just experienced, the quicker and harder rhythm shook them. Shizuo and Izaya's hips rose and fell at extremely quick intervals. Each thrust changing depths and angles. Within moments the pace became frantic and desperate as the two clung to each other wanting their release, and nothing more than to feel each other against themselves.
"So..tight..Iza..yaaah."
"Mmng..harder...oh yeees..harder..harder..-"
Listening to Izaya's demands, Shizuo lift the man's flexible legs from around his waist to over his shoulders. Pulling out so only the tip remained within he pistoned himself back in in quick succession. Izaya gasped and groaned, unable to form words as the heat was again building within him at a much faster pace than before. A firm thrust into his prostate released the fire as he again climaxed against Shizuo's firm stomach.
Not finding his release, Shizuo picked up his pace and released within Izaya, coating the man's insides with his essence.
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After another round or so of making love the two basked in the after glow relaxing against the pillows. Izaya leaned back his head on Shizuo's shoulder as, Shizuo's arm lightly ruffled his hair, nose buried into his scalp. Shizuo's left arm grasping lightly onto Izaya's. In Izaya's hand was the glass vial containing his first ring. He smiled fondly at the memories.
"Is that the flower-ring I gave you from way back then?"
Izaya nodded smiling gently.
"Ah..it is."
Shizuo hummed in appreciation.
"Oy..if you go into the study, there should be a small box in the top desk drawer in the very back. Can you go get it and bring it to me?"
Izaya whined about getting up since he could barely walk, but conceded anyway.
Right as Shizuo dictated there was indeed a small box in back of the drawer. Pulling it out, he made his way back to Shizuo, wondering about the box's contents. Izaya crawled back over to Shizuo, entangling their legs, resuming previous positions. He handed the box to Shizuo. Shizuo opened the box, and withdrew from within it what looked to be a clear strip of plastic with a small ribbon. A bookmark?
He handed it to Izaya.
Izaya gasped in shock.
The bookmark was Shizuo's very own flower-ring, pressed delicately within the plastic sleeve. Izaya wasn't sure, but he suspected the ribbon was from the blanket he had used as a veil all those years ago.
"You've had this all along?"
Shizuo nodded grunting against Izaya's hair.
"I have."
"Why did it take you so long to ask me to marry you then?"
Shizuo hummed, and replied,"I had to wait until you were ready. At first I didn't recognize you I will admit, but after awhile I realize you were the Iza-chan I remembered from my childhood."
Izaya nodded, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
Shizuo leaned down and kissed them away.
"Now it's time I fulfil our promise?"
"Didn't you do that already? I mean you entered me into your family register (since marriage is still illegal between two men). What more is there to do."
Shizuo lifted Izaya's left hand to his lips. Delicately he placed a kiss to the silver band adorning the fourth finger.
"I have to be with you forever, this promise is only half fulfilled."
Izaya's eyes widened as a blush crossed his cheeks.
"Of course! I wouldn't expect anything less from you after all!"
Shizuo chuckled and kissed Izaya's lips gently.
Izaya sighed.
If his days were to be like this for the rest of his life, he had no problem with completing his half of the promise.
-_-_-_
Saaaaaaaap~!
And fail. Definitely fail...
Ah well I hope OP still likes this.
Yakusoku; Kekkon is what the Kanji above says phonetically. Meaning Promise; Marriage
I apologize for the EXTREME DELAY IN HELL BENT. I AM JUST HAVING AN INCREDIBLY HARD TIME WRITING THE CHAPTER! OTL orz fail and every other emoticon for shame that exists! Forgive me OP~!
Anon~