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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Durarara!!
  Relationship:
      Shiki_Haruya/Orihara_Izaya, Heiwajima_Shizuo_&_Orihara_Izaya
  Character:
      Orihara_Izaya, Shiki_Haruya, Heiwajima_Shizuo
  Additional Tags:
      Raijin_Days, High_School, Yakuza, Weddings
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-21 Words: 3664
****** Basement Tapes ******
by veivei
Summary
     Shizuo's in denial. Shiki's getting married. Izaya's jealous.
     Raijin Days. Not very serious.
Notes
     An old fic (or more like one and a half fics) from the DRRR Kink
     Meme. Backdated.
     Honestly, it's neither serious nor realistic so don't treat it as
     such.
"I have these homoerotic desires." Izaya confessed, feigning a schoolgirl-
worthy blush.
The school psychologist looked at him with certain mistrust. She was new to
this job, true, but many interesting things were written in this boy's
psychological evaluation documents. Many, many interesting things.
"That's nothing wrong." She assured him.
"My friends aren't very accepting though." Izaya sighed. "Especially one of
them. Actually, he resorts to physical violence." He scowled, letting the
sleeve of his uniform jacket slide down slightly as if by accident to expose an
ugly bruise quite obviously shaped like a hand.
"He's beaten you up because of your sexual orientation?"
"It's not my sexual orientation. I'm a teenager. I'm just confused." Izaya
pointed out with a sigh. "But yes, he called me rude words and said it was a
good enough reason to kill me and beat me up."
"You should report that to the school authorities."
"But I don't want him to have problems like that." Izaya protested. "He's been
in enough trouble already. I thought you could maybe talk to him though? He got
really violent. I'm afraid he might really hurt someone if he goes around
beating people up like that."
"You're very considerate." She admitted.
"He is my friend after all. I'm afraid his problem is actually denial. He can't
embrace the fact that he's..." Izaya hesitated at the choice of the word. "...a
homosexual, too. You should help him accept that side of his personality."
"I think with how... involved you are, maybe I should talk to the two of you
together?" She suggested.
"Sure, it's a brilliant idea!" Izaya agreed. After all, he'd just put it in her
mind.
"Give me his name then. I'll arrange a meeting."
"Heiwajima Shizuo. He's in my class."
The psychologist paled.
---
"You're getting married." Izaya observed, snatching Shiki's freshly-lit
cigarette from him and taking a deep drag himself before returning it.
He was still looking incredibly fuckable, lying on his stomach naked and
without any cover on a leather couch in one of the more secluded rooms at the
yakuza headquarters.
"How do you know?" Shiki inquired with the cigarette between his lips, tying up
the condom.
"I've heard so."
Where do high school boys hear such things, Shiki wondered.
"What can she do that I can't?" Izaya asked with a lewd smile. "Besides having
babies?"
"When legitimate parties do business with us, I hope you can imagine why there
is no way for them to right-out pay the yakuza for our services. That leaves us
with two ways of accepting their money in a graceful manner, namely funerals
and weddings."
Izaya laughed briefly.
"So, seeing as the only purpose is accepting a wad of cash from some corrupt
politician as a wedding gift, who is she? A random hooker?" He sounded
genuinely interested.
"A friend's little sister."
"That's so sweet. Is she cute? Will you fuck her?" Izaya sat up. His eyes
narrowed. "Or have you already?"
His badly-covered jealousy was endearing.
"I will be told to divorce her one day, just as I'm told to marry her now."
Shiki shrugged.
"How does that answer my question?"
"It doesn't. I prefer for you to wonder."
"That's so cruel, Shiki-san." Izaya sighed. "Can you get me an invitation?"
"What invitation?" Shiki put his jacket on, the inside pocket weighed down by a
gun.
"An invitation to your wedding, of course. Is it going to be a traditional
style or a western wedding?"
"I don't see what purpose your presence there could serve." Shiki pointed out,
heading towards the door.
"I could cheer you up. A marriage without love doesn't seem like a whole lot of
fun. The wedding ceremony will be probably awkward."
"It's just business." Shiki said before leaving the room.
Izaya's mischievous smile disappeared the moment he was gone, replaced by a
thoughtful expression. There was surely no business for Shiki in fucking him,
right?
He got dressed in his school uniform and left the yakuza headquarters,
undisturbed by the men playing mahjong in the lobby.
---
They took their seats in two opposite corners of the room, as far away from
each other as physically possible.
Shizuo was clenching his fists and chewing on some straw to alleviate the need
for a cigarette.
Izaya was smirking at him like the smug bastard he was.
Shizuo regarded the shrink's invitation as another misunderstanding plotted by
Izaya somehow. He wasn't the one insane here after all.
"Face it, Shizu-chan. You have a problem there. You beat me up because you like
me." Izaya sighed. "How am I responsible for your sick cravings, though? Or is
this your idea of a romantic relationship?"
Shizuo was trying hard to drown out the flea's stupid words with imagining his
swollen face with a broken nose.
What was he talking about anyway? Shizuo didn't like him, in any sense of the
word. And it was all Izaya’s fault in the first place for stripping naked in
front of him. Twice.
The psychologist made her entry. Some small talk followed.
"Izaya-kun here has informed me that you've physically abused him because of
his homosexual tendencies, calling him rude words while at it."
"I'm sorry, ok? Can I leave now?"
"Not before we try to resolve your issues."
"I don't have issues." Shizuo protested. "He's doing that to provoke me!"
"Doing what?"
"Everything!"
"He's homosexual to provoke you?" The woman asked.
"I'm not homosexual. I'm just confused." Izaya pointed out.
"Yes." Shizuo confirmed. "He keeps undressing in front of me."
"I don't keep undressing." Izaya sounded offended. "I only did it twice. And
besides that he's seen me already. I have to change for P.E. somehow."
"Why have you undressed in front of him at all?" The psychologist asked
hesitantly.
"Because he likes it." Izaya answered with a self-assured smile.
"The fuck I like it!"
"But he's getting violent when I bring it up. And then he calls *me* rude words
and beats me up. Regardless of circumstances, he shouldn't beat me. Hasn't it
crossed your mind that all I want is to instigate a normal relationship?" Izaya
asked, sounding hurt and offended.
"I don't want relationships with you!"
"That's because you're in denial."
"I think you should leave the two of us alone for a little while, Izaya-kun."
"Fine." Izaya stood up to leave. "I hope he can see the error of his ways
before I'll be forced to report him to the school authorities. Because that
would really break my heart."
"Do you have a girlfriend, Shizuo-kun?" The psychologist asked once Izaya left
the room.
Shizuo shrugged.
"Have you ever had one?"
Shizuo shrugged again.
"Do you fantasize about girls? Or dream about them in sexual manner?"
Shizuo turned red.
"It's ok. That's perfectly normal. It's perfectly normal if you don't, as
well."
"Of course I do! Can I leave now?" He asked hopefully. He itched to beat Izaya
up for arranging this.
"Have you ever fantasized about boys?"
"That's his fault." Shizuo blurted out before he thought about it.
"It's not his fault he's an object of your interest, well, not in the way that
would legitimize physical abuse as retaliation. You shouldn't be violent in
general. Though I see you've had problems in this particular area for years
now."
"It's his fault."
"How come is everything his fault?"
"It just is." Shizuo didn't think that particular fact required some additional
explanation.
---
"Why are you so negative about the notion your friend here has homosexual
interests?" The psychologist asked.
Izaya was back, staring at the ceiling, looking very relaxed in his seat.
It was going to feel good to break his little neck later on.
"Because he has them to provoke me." Shizuo explained.
"What if he has them for some other reason? What if he just has them?"
"Then can he go and screw some underclassmen already?! What do I have to do
with that?!" Shizuo was at the point of ripping his hair out to avoid
demolishing the room.
"He's inconsiderate of my feelings like that all the time.” Izaya said. “He
tells me to go away but if I do go away and stop pestering him he comes over to
beat me up anyway. I think he's in love with me."
That was too much to take. Shizuo grabbed Izaya's scrawny body and pulled him
up from his chair, ready to throw him out of the window.
"Please calm down. Can you tell me how do you feel about homosexual people in
general then, Shizuo-kun?"
"It's hot if they're girls." Shizuo set Izaya down hesitantly.
"And if they're not girls?" The psychologist kept on asking.
"It doesn't bother me if it's not him, ok?! I don't go around prying into other
people's lives like he does!"
"So you would've preferred him to be heterosexual?"
"Yes, I don't have a sister." Shizuo admitted. "He can be heterosexual, for all
I care."
"You're so selfless, Shizu-chan. Your love would go unrequited forever then."
Izaya said.
"Why is he telling me I love him?!"
"Well... I think he may be right, in a way." The psychologist admitted.
And then all hell broke loose.
---
"So, when is your wedding?" Izaya asked conversationally, sliding back into the
passenger seat of the car, pulling his pants up on the way from one seat to the
other. He winced when he sat down and wriggled a bit to find a more comfortable
position.
"Next Saturday." Shiki answered, tucking the used up condom into the car
ashtray. "I thought you'd sniff that out on your own."
"Will you be trying to be a good husband and quit fucking high school boys?"
Izaya asked in such a tone as if the whole thing had absolutely nothing to do
with him.
"I'll see about that."
"I still want an invitation. If this is how I'm going to lose my first love, I
want to see it firsthand at least."
"I hope you're aware you'd have to bring a gift."
"I'm perfectly fine with that. I can spare a few dozen thousand yen. I promise
I'll dress nicely and act properly. And you can always say I'm a family
member."
The car started moving. In a few minutes Izaya was going to be dropped off in
front of Raijin to head home on his own. It wasn't that Shiki wasn't
gentlemanly enough to offer to drop him off right at his place, it'd been his
own decision. As much as he liked to show off exiting yakuza cars in front of
school, risking being seen like that by his parents would have been overdoing
things.
"50.000 yen is what I'd expect a friend to bring.” Shiki said. “We're not what
one would call friends though. Therefore 100.000 yen seems more appropriate."
"I'm touched by such an acknowledgment of the level of closeness we share but
do you honestly think this is going to be enough to scare me off, Shiki-san?"
Izaya asked nonchalantly. There were ways for him to get that much money in a
few days. "My only problem may be getting it that fast in all brand new bills
but I'm not wishing you and your future wife luck so I won’t even bother."
“I’ll have that invitation delivered to you tomorrow.” Shiki said before
dropping him off by the school gate.
---
"Why are you dressing up like that?" Shinra inquired, peeking at Izaya's
immaculate black suit curiously.
They were inside the boy's bathroom at school where Izaya had disappeared right
in the middle of Saturday classes and had since changed from the school uniform
into this.
"Are you going to skip classes again?" Shinra clicked his tongue. "You know you
will run into trouble soon if this goes on."
"I have something to do." Izaya shrugged, leaning close towards the mirror and
straightening his tie.
"A date?" Shinra ventured a guess though he honestly had no idea what kind of
an occasion called for such an elegant attire. Izaya busied himself with
weirdest things though so everything was possible.
"Truth to be told, I'm going to a wedding."
"Who's getting married? I'm jealous whoever that might be." Shinra beamed. "I
will have to wait a few more years before I can hope for my love to accept my
proposal. That's so heartbreaking." He sighed.
"My boyfriend." Izaya answered, putting cufflinks on.
"You're joking, right?"
"Not really. You know why I'm going there though, Shinra?"
"N... No?" Shinra said hesitantly, suddenly feeling quite uneasy when Izaya
directed his burning gaze at him. Shinra might have seemed a bit detached from
reality at times but he was perfectly aware Izaya was dangerous in a myriad of
ways and maybe following him here while he was in an apparently foul mood
hadn't been such a brilliant idea after all, he thought, feeling Izaya's hands
land on his shoulders, his face drawing close.
"I will make sure he'll be back for more, married or not." Izaya declared
softly before starting to laugh and letting Shinra go. "Honestly, Shinra, you
look about ready to piss your pants. What were you thinking? That I was going
to rape you or something?"
Shinra busied himself with correcting his glasses.
"Take care of my school bag for me until Monday, will you? And you haven't seen
me here." Izaya reminded him before leaving the bathroom.
---
It was quite charming how the money brought in as gifts in sealed envelopes was
taken out and counted in a bill counter before anyone was let in on top of
having to show the invitation.
Izaya was somehow more reluctant to part with his invitation than with the
100.000 yen in a wad of cash. Throughout the few days of carrying the piece of
thick paper around in his school bag he'd gotten somewhat attached to it for
some reason.
'You're such a whore, Shiki-san.' He thought to himself, passing the envelope
with the money over to the man leering at him from behind the table at the
entrance of the chapel. 'You trick a teenage boy into actually paying that much
for being close to you.'
"Weapons?"
Izaya put his switchblade down on the table with a sigh.
"You're making this ceremony feel decidedly unromantic." He commented when he
was finally let inside.
The chapel was barren except for the stock decorations and packed full of
people only some of which looked elegant. Most had an air of danger about them
though.
Shiki was welcoming the incoming guests and Izaya's eyes landed on him after a
brief look over the surroundings.
"I said the money wasn't going to scare me off." Izaya spoke up, his mouth
getting dry all of a sudden.
"I'm working, Orihara-kun." Shiki didn't even look at him.
"I hope there is a bathroom here in case you'd feel a bit unwell what with all
this nervousness that comes with getting married." Izaya mused.
The politician everyone had been awaiting apparently arrived, judging by the
sudden commotion in the chapel.
Shiki headed in the same direction as everyone else to greet him.
"I didn't pay that much though just to see you shrug me off."
Izaya's hand caught Shiki's and held on persistently. Shiki looked back at him
with certain exasperation. He'd heard all about the problems people had with
their mistresses.
"I want to see you off properly." Izaya said softly, bringing Shiki's hand to
his lips.
They garnered a few curious looks though the commotion in the room caused by
the dramatic entrance of one of the most important guests was helping to divert
the attention away from them.
"I won't fuck you again if you will get bothersome."
"Is that so? Will it be that easy to just forget me?" Izaya asked, looking up
at him with half-lidded eyes. He was probably perfectly aware how the crimson
hue of his tie was making his eye color stand out. "Besides, was I ever
bothersome? I would call myself rather convenient." He said before forcing one
of Shiki's fingers into his mouth for a brief moment.
"I don't have time for you now."
"Then you've apparently forgotten to fit something into your schedule this time
around, Shiki-san, considering you were the one to invite me here. I'm fine
with that." Izaya shrugged, lowering Shiki's hand from his mouth but not
letting it go. "I'm tired of only having you in the precise time slots marked
'fuck little informant' in your calendar."
Trusting a sixteen-year old not to get involved might have been a bit too much,
Shiki realized in that moment when Izaya started dragging him further into the
chapel, in the exactly opposite direction than the one everyone else in the
room was headed into. Even though he was getting married in ten minutes and was
supposed to welcome both the important politician and the oyabun before that,
he still let himself be led away.
It made about as little sense as the very idea of having sexual encounters with
a kid like Izaya in the first place.
"Here seems okay." Izaya muttered, shutting the door of a small storage closet
behind them.
"Where is the bride anyway?" Izaya wondered, squinting to make his eyes adjust
to the darkness while fumbling with his belt.
"She'll appear after all the guests are already there. What do you think you're
doing?"
"What do you think, Shiki-san?" Izaya snorted. "We've only ever met for two
reasons up to this point. Business and this. And I'd like to keep things this
way."
“Unfortunately…”
Shiki's nostrils twitched when the smell of strawberry lube hit them. So the
kid was as insolent as to come prepared.
"Unfortunately what?" Izaya asked self-assuredly. "You said yourself your
marriage wasn't for real."
Shiki could just barely discern his features and his figure in the darkness. A
slightly damp hand took hold of his.
He needed to get out of there. His absence in the chapel at this point was
absolutely ridiculous.
"I won't fuck you now if that's what you're hoping for."
Even though he said as much he let his hand be guided to the boy's slickened
entrance.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Izaya's other hand wrapped around the
erection forming in Shiki's pants shamelessly. "Though I imagine you don't want
the mess. Will it be okay if I..." Izaya's speech was interrupted when two
fingers invaded him roughly and curled in just the right way inside him.
"...wait... until after the reception..."
"Maybe you should offer to join me on my wedding night while at it?"
"Maybe..."
A moan that would have otherwise escaped Izaya's throat was muffled by Shiki's
hand forced over his mouth.
"You promised in the beginning you wouldn't become bothersome.”
Izaya mumbled in protest. His hand was still groping for Shiki's length blindly
but it was swatted away.
Shiki hissed when Izaya's teeth sank into his hand.
"I paid 100.000 yen for the privilege." He spoke as soon as Shiki's hand
retreated. "You should be happy I don't want to top for that price... Shiki-
san..." The most wanton moan Izaya could have possibly produced escaped his
throat.
"Fuck." Shiki cursed under his breath, withdrawing his fingers from inside
Izaya's body despite his clawing at his wrist. "I need to get married. I'll be
back in a bit."
---
"Huh? Who's that?" Shinra asked, looking over his shoulder at the cute redhead
woman who passed by them in the school hallway.
"I think that's the new psychologist." Kadota informed him. "Hasn't the old one
left after the incident a week ago?"
"It was her fault in the first place to put Izaya and Shizuo inside one room
together for more than a few minutes." Shinra sighed. "She could have just
talked to Shizuo-kun about toning it down a bit instead of provoking a
confrontation. Well, if it was confrontation she wanted, she's certainly got
one."
The property damage had been quite extensive, including a desk flying out of
the window. Thankfully, the psychologist hadn't been hurt and Izaya had managed
to escape. Shizuo's situation wasn't looking so good though.
The sight they came upon next was quite interesting. Izaya was pressing up some
girl against the hallway's wall, his leg lodged between hers and their mouths
joined in a passionate kiss.
"Wasn't he gay last week?" Kadota asked uncertainly.
“Yeah, he even claimed to have a boyfriend.”
"You stupid flea, let go of that girl!" Shizuo's scream resounded from behind
them.
"I think he's trying to make Shizuo jealous." Shinra said softly while both of
them observed how Izaya was forced to let go of the girl, who slid down the
wall dazed from the kiss, and break into a run. "And I think it's working."
"We all know that. Too bad Shizuo doesn't." Shinra sighed.
They approached the girl.
"Hello, now that Orihara-kun was snatched away by his one true love, can we
help you with anything?"
She looked up at them as if they were out of their minds.
----
"I realize it is a business meeting this time around." Izaya said, the desk
separating him from Shiki providing a respectable distance between them. "But I
have a more personal question, Shiki-san."
"Go ahead."
"How was your wedding night? Especially compared to our on and off sexual
activity during the wedding itself, if you don't mind such comparisons." Izaya
asked with an angelic smile.
"Fine."
"Too bad you had locked me in that closet and only let me out after the
reception was over too, Shiki-san, because I really wanted to see the bride."
Izaya sighed. "Do you have photos by any chance?"
"My wife is none of your concern."
"Does it mean she's not my rival at all? So when can we have the other kind of
meeting, business excluded?"
"I'm going to be away for a bit." Shiki informed.
"A honeymoon, by any chance? Just give me the location, Shiki-san, and I'll be
happy to keep you company."
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