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durarara. izaya/shizuo. pg15. 342 words.
warnings: implied sexual content, violence, copious swearing, izaya and shizzy being generally abusive towards eachother BUT THAT'S NORMAL FOR THIS FANDOM LMAO
also this is the closest i think i can get to writing smut. let your ~imagination fill in the blanks or... w-whatever.
you grind your teeth together and force yourself not to speak, his warm breath a harsh contrast to the sharp cold of a switchblade against your neck. you shouldn't have chased him, shouldn't have blindly followed him, you fucking moron - but it's too late now, your eyes are adjusting to the darkness, vague shapes of furniture, chairs and tables and a bed and fuck, his bed, and you're trapped underneath him with his knee against your chest, pinning you down.
you could run. you could run as far and as fast as you possibly can, but you'd never get a way. he'd find a way to bring you back. he's clever that way, and you hate him for it. of course you do.
before he can say anything your hands are at his throat, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks, trying to force every last breath of air from his lungs. you'd love to make him feel helpless, completely at your mercy, the cocky bastard.
"careful, shizu-chan." he sings in your ear, pressing the blade just a bit closer to your skin, "i wouldn't want to have to hurt you."
"you, hurt me?"
a flick of his wrist, and you can feel blood gathering at the shallow cut. it barely hurts. only a scratch, really. it stings, though, but you have to pretend it doesn't. when playing these games, the first to show pain is the loser.
so you grin (like a madman; you've resigned yourself to the fact that if you're not insane already, then izaya is driving you closer and closer each day) and lower your voice to a bitter growl.
"i fucking hate you."
and you give in.
in the morning when he wakes up you'll be long gone, and he'll conveniently forget to mention the bruises on his throat and wrists and hips, and it will be as if nothing ever happened.
but if you pass eachother in the street by chance, he'll wink at you as if to say: don't forget to keep our little secret.