Hello to any random readers! This is my third Fanfic, and the sequel to an earlier story of mine titled Walk of Shame. This story is going to be multi-chaptered and considerably longer as well. As I've said before, I' am a newbie so if you see any spelling/grammatical errors (or just any errors at all) don't hesitate to call me out on them. If anyone reads this Fic and thinks that the characterization was horrendous, or that this Fic is just awful in general, tell me that as well.

On another note, the uploading of this story was significantly delayed, and I apologise to any of the people who have been waiting for it. Honestly, I've had this typed up for a while and was nervous about uploading it. Not because I' am afraid of critique (Because critique is good! Please criticize me!) but because I didn't want to disappoint anyone. I actually re-wrote this a few times. I was all excited, and happy, when BAM. Worry struck me and the self-questioning began.

That's enough explanations for now. Shameless is going to be a cocktail of genres. This means that it will be a mixture of everything. Romance will, of course, be the predominant one. But there will also be humour mixed in, a little bit of angst here and there, and some drama. Some family and friendship as well. Many characters of the cast will feature, but it will be Shizaya centred.

All other pairings will be as canon, but won't be that important to the story.

I hope this isn't so terrible that your eyes bleed and you go into a coma from banging your head on a desk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!

Chapter 1

Shizuo's lips smashed with Izaya's and he moved them messily, Izaya reciprocating. The taller man had his strong arms wrapped around Izaya's waist, and the raven was standing on his toes for further vantage.

This scene had been relatively common ever since last week.

Last week being when Shizuo had escorted Izaya back to his dump of an apartment, and the two had spoken with as much cordialness as they could muster. In the end, and after much arguing, a compromise had been reached.

They would attempt to maintain a sort of semblance of a romantic relationship.

Izaya had slapped himself after that evening. Surely this was a dream, it felt surreal enough to be one. Had he really agreed to be the blonde's lover? The monster repulsed him, didn't he? This new reality was tipping and turning and he was left feeling disorientated and moody.

That was when he wasn't with Shizuo. When he was around the blonde, if it was possible, Izaya would say with complete and utter certainty that he became intoxicated from being in his presence.

There was just something about Shizuo that distracted him from all of his current worries. Often, it was their arguing. It was hard to worry when you were verbally sparring. Even more often (scarily) it was the blondes tongue.

It was such a smart organ. It knew where to lick and caress until Izaya's mind was no longer filled with doubts but instead hazy pleasure and a sense of rightness that was unfamiliar.

However when he wasn't with Shizuo that deliriously delighted spirit evaporated and morphed into something much more unpleasant. There was doubt and there was a lot of self-questioning, and there was inadequacy.

Izaya had never felt inadequate before. Never in his entire twenty three years, and he did not react to that feeling well. He was surly and snarly and overall a pain in the neck for anyone who wasn't Shizuo.

It was a big change from his usual seditious and strategic attitude. Namie had long since stopped trying to engage him in conversation. He tended to take out his frustrations on her, since she was always lingering about. His insults had been particularly harsh, most consisting of: 'You sick bitch!' and 'Incestuous, incompetent, imbecile!'

That last one was a little mean. Namie wasn't incompetent.

It was testament to how stubborn she was that she didn't actually act on her vague threats to poison him. He was her source of income, and despite how much she wanted him to die for his insults against her 'perfect' love for Seji, the pay she was given was exemplary. Even if she did have to scuttle about like a housewife and clean and cook for the 'busy' man. Honestly, he was very similar to a teenager.

He was reluctant to take part in any household chores and preferred to spend his free time wrapped up in his technology. He was fortunate he had enough money to continue employing her.

Namie was oblivious to the source of Izaya's current displeasure, but would relish ridding him of it merely for her own benefit.

Izaya had no intention of enlightening her. He was still coming to terms with the situation himself. He was glad that she had not joined The Dollars, otherwise she would definitely have her suspicions about what was going on with him.

After he had committed the sinful 'Walk of Shame' the forums had exploded with rumours and gossip, and most of it seemed to be fuelled by 'Bakyura's' testament that Izaya had confirmed what they all had contemplated as being a possibility. Izaya had had sexual relations with Shizuo Heiwajima, and what devious things they had done to one another was up for public discussion. Izaya had stopped checking these posts when he had got a migraine from the constant facepalming he had done.

Soft, romantic sex with heartfelt moment and tears? Really?

The only tears he had shed were from the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure that had racked his body. One day though, it might be nice to go a little slower.

He wondered how many cell phones Shizuo had crushed from these propaganda polluted posts. He knew the beast's curiosity must have gotten the better of him at least once.

I'll have to ask him...

Izaya thought, his mind foggy.

After we finish kissing...

Izaya didn't have much time to browse these posts, anyways. He knew Namie was none the wiser, but he had been spending most of his time looking up relationship related material and reading over it. He needed some confidential help from a faceless romantic guru who spent their time writing articles. So far, he had learnt that one of the keys to making a relationship work was 'Patience'.

This he didn't have much to spare of. He could barely make if through a sentence with the blonde without one of them being reminded of how much they hated each other. Luckily, there was never that much talking whenever the two were together lately, asides from some playful little quips.

But that would have to change, wouldn't it? People who were in a relationship had to communicate regularly, they couldn't be making out all of the time, despite how appealing that prospect was.

Some of the other advice was marginally more helpful. Like being prepared for difficulties (and there would be many) and expecting for things to never be perfect (he'd never even deluded himself into thinking a relationship with Shizuo would be anything other than exhausting.)

Mentally exhausting, as well as physically. That blonde could go for hours. He was practically insatiable.

But Izaya couldn't exactly go back now, could he?

The two had acknowledged their strong feelings and their attraction to one another, and they had also decided to start dating immediately. They'd see how things worked out in time. There was no point of Shizuo trying to court Izaya when he shuddered at even the prospect of gifting Izaya with flowers.

That had been a suggestion from an unhelpful Celty, who was trying her hardest to support their relationship. She personally adored flowers, especially the Irish Wildflowers Shinra somehow managed to give her.

They'd favour Erika's advice and wouldn't try to force themselves to try and have a completely conventional relationship.

There wasn't anything wrong with being dysfunctional, was there?

Hell, Shinra and Celty were one of the oddest couples Izaya and Shizuo had ever seen and they still loved one another.

The old saying 'There's a thin line between love and hate.' accurately represented Shizuo and Izaya. Now they just had to try and not blur those lines too much lest they kill one another.

In the end, they would just have to try and ignore any niggling feelings of doubt and enjoy the new game they had established.

Shizuo may find Izaya insufferable, and Izaya may find Shizuo primitive, but at the end of the day they still shared a mutual obsession for each other.

Izaya panted when Shizuo pulled back, a thin strip of drool connecting their swollen lips."Shizu-chan..."

Shizuo put a faintly scarred index finger to his lips, and Izaya whimpered from the loss of those experienced lips. Experienced, because Shizuo spent more time with his tongue down Izaya's throat then he did when he was eating. He shushed him.

"Shizu-chan..." Izaya mumbled from around the finger, not one to be silenced on command, or silenced at all. Izaya could talk underwater. "Why'd you stop?"

Shizuo stepped away, and wiped his moist mouth on the back of his sleeve. "I've got to get back to work. I shouldn't keep Tom waiting. He's been pretty lenient with me so far."

Tom had been a godsend, truly. He didn't question Shizuo when he chased after Izaya and returned sweaty and sated, and he never held it against him when he came back from his break two hours later then what was expected. Admittedly, he had only ever been late by two hours once, the rest of the times were about twenty minutes, when he had ducked into an alley to have a quickie with Izaya.

Everyone else had, of course, noticed the change, but Tom never mentioned it. The only thing he'd ever said on the matter was: 'Does he make you happy?'

When Shizuo had nodded with averted eyes and a shy disposition Tom had punched him in the arm in a show of comradely and said: 'Happy for you, man.'

"He's been so supportive..." Izaya stepped forward. "I'm almost jealous with how good he's been to you..."

"Been to us." Shizuo corrected curtly. "Tom is allowing me to waste my time with you instead of working, just so I'm happy. And you of all people should know, Mr. All-knowing Informant that time is money, especially when you run a Debt Collecting agency."

That sentence did not make Izaya feel grateful like Shizuo had intended, because Izaya had fixated on one word. Waste.

He thinks he's wasting time with me?

Izaya backed off, pasting back on that familiar smirk. He tried to pretend that that word didn't make something, something sad, twinge inside of him. "I'll get out of your way then." Izaya said.

Shizuo caught his arm as he went to walk. He was new at this relationship thing, but he had been around Izaya long enough to know that when the flea intended to leave without a smartass comment, there was something amiss. "What did I do wrong?"

No beating around the bush. Shizuo would take all day before he figured out what he had done wrong. It was best just to ask and save himself the hassle. "I don't know what you are talking about." Izaya smiled with closed eyes. "Excuse me, I should be going. I wouldn't want to waste anymore of your time." That last part slipped out, and Shizuo yanked Izaya towards him.

Shizuo wasn't very good with words. He tended to mix and mash them, especially around Izaya. The damned flea was so intelligent and articulate, and Shizuo was oftentimes simple-minded in comparison. He preferred to communicate with his actions, which he did most of the time. So instead of apologising (not really, why did the flea have to be so sensitive?) for the mindless comment, he drew Izaya into another rough kiss.

The flea's lips were so soft in comparison to his own chapped ones, and they tasted faintly of ootoro. He must have gone to Russia Sushi for breakfast.

Izaya's tongue darted out and swiped at Shizuo's lips, and Shizuo nipped it gently with an uncharacteristic, playful growl. Izaya giggled, and it tickled Shizuo's lips, which in turn made him give a chortle of his own. It was silly, the sort of thing that couples do. And it made Izaya feel happy.

Shizuo pulled back. He didn't say sorry. He merely pecked Izaya quickly. "I've really got to go. Don't let me catch you in Ikebukuro again today, otherwise I'll fucking flatten you."

"~Kinky..." Izaya was back to his usual taunting self, and Shizuo thought maybe he should have let the flea sulk for a little while, if only for a little silence. "`You do like me lying flat, although we've tried lots of positions..."

Shizuo clenched his fists. There were two reasons he loved kissing the flea so much. The first was because it was pleasant, the second was because it was one of the only times Izaya ever shut up. He stomped out of the damp alley they had darted into, and when he and Izaya were on the street, about to part ways, he turned around and slapped the fleas behind with a smirk.

Izaya yelped. That had fucking hurt!

Embarrassingly enough, he heard a snigger from someone, someone who happened to be employed by one of his clients. The man eyed him sinisterly, before continuing on his way.

Izaya gritted his teeth. Why did Shizuo continue to compromise his reputation? He turned on the blonde with a glower. "Shizuo," He spoke dangerously, but under his breath. "Don't do that!"

"Maybe I should more often if you use my whole name." Shizuo said, still smirking. "Calm down, I was just fooling around."

Fooling around? The bruise that's going to be on my ass isn't going to be very funny! He chooses the most inopportune times to behave like an actual boyfriend.

Izaya could have scolded the blonde further, however instead of bothering to do so; he gave Shizuo a big, public hug. "~OH SHIZU-CHAN, YOU ARE THE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!" He gazed up at him, eyes gooey. He leant forward, and whispered in his ear. To an observer, it would appear as if he was whispering sweet nothings, but in reality he whispered an insult. "You brainless beast, your stupidity knows no bounds and your lack of brain cells is just plain tragic." He jumped back with a joyful grin. "Bye, bye!" He skipped off, neatly dodging the convenience store trashcan that was lobbed at him with dangerous precision.

This is turning out to be so much fun!

That evening, Izaya's outlook on life was far from fun. He was suffering from a migraine. He wished sometimes that his brain would just shut up, and stop spurting doubts and envisioning things that made him worried and fearful.

He was sitting at his computer, logged into his usual chatroom, and despite everyone being online and chatty, he wasn't feeling very talkative. The prospect of spreading rumours and creating mayhem didn't even cheer him up. He glanced at his computer unseeingly, and only paid any real attention when he was being addressed directly.

Setton: Hey Kanra, you've been really quiet tonight. What's up?

Taro Tanaka: Yeah, is something wrong Kanra?

Saika: Please tell us...we might be able to help.

Izaya laughed.

Would Anri Sonhohara say the same thing if she knew who 'Kanra' really was?

Bakyura: Maybe Kanra's finally choked and died. Rejoice peeps!

Saika: That would be terrible. Are you okay, Kanra?

Izaya began typing, feeling a little pleased his chatroom buddies were expressing undeserved concern for him.

Kanra: I'm perfectly healthy and well. Sorry to disappoint you Bakyura. :(

Bakyura: You must have been busy, to not reply like that. Usually you're so quick. What distracted you?

He's deliberately trying to cause trouble for me. How very quaint.

Kanra: I was a little behind a T.V show I like. I was just catching up on an episode.

Bakyura: Speaking of behinds...how's yours, Kanra?

Izaya scowled. Masaomi implied too much. He knew that walk of shame would only bring about negative repercussions for him. Imagine his horror when he'd realized his ass still had dried blood caked around it when he had returned home after his talk with Shizuo.

Kanra: It's actually asleep from lazing around all day. I suppose that happens when you don't move for a long time. It's a common side effect. I feel really sorry for hospital patients, especially those with broken legs who don't have much mobility.

Bakyura has left the chatroom.

That was a little nasty. But Izaya was not in the mood to put up with Kida's smart aleck remarks.

Private message from Taro Tanaka

Taro Tanaka: Kanra, that was really mean.

Mikado could have said so much worse, but he was a good person, and good people didn't become cruel without true, hard incentive. However, Mikado was also a good friend, and he wasn't about to let Izaya say such hurtful things to his best friend, without expressing his disapproval at least. Izaya was sure Mikado was aware that he wasn't capable of stopping Izaya from doing anything.

Izaya couldn't think up a clever reply, and slammed his computer shut. Namie looked at him vaguely. She was working late. Izaya had been neglecting his work pile lately, so she had to suffer through tedious hours of overtime when she could have been staring lovingly at her picture of Seji that was mounted above her bed. Yeah, that was her evenings in a nutshell. "You know, you're going to damage your computer doing that, and I won't be getting you a replacement."

"Namie," Izaya said in a mild tone. "What is your role as my secretary?"

"To work for you..." She was unsure. Did he want a detailed response?

"That's right." Izaya nodded. "And are workers usually allowed to speak out of turn to their bosses?"

Namie was a proud woman, and she would rather lose her job then demean herself. "Orihara, you offered me this job, and you know you won't fire me, and before you say something like 'Oh won't I?' I know it's true, because no one else will deal with you. So stop with the power-trips and do something useful besides mope around like a little girl on her first menstrual cycle."

Izaya ignored her frankness, stood up, and slipped into his Eskimo jacket.

"Where are you going?" She sounded disinterested, but despite herself, she was a little curious as to what had the esteemed Izaya Orihara behaving so differently.

"Out." Izaya replied shortly.

He couldn't resist slamming the door behind him, and felt satisfied when the racket caused some of the files he had stacked up on a high shelf to fall in a landslide Namie would have no choice but to clean and straighten up.

Bitch of a woman. I should just fire her!

But she was right. No one else would deal with his peculiarities, and no one else would turn a blind eye to his criminal activities and the head he had stored on his bookcase.

Izaya did not wander the streets like he usually enjoyed. Instead he had a destination in mind, and it was Shizuo's apartment.

When he arrived, he knocked loudly, knowing the blonde would probably be snoozing on the couch. He heard curses and the door was yanked open with a rough: "What?"

Izaya stepped into the apartment without invitation and wrinkled his nose at the mess he could see in the kitchenette. Didn't the blonde know how to clean dishes? "I got bored."

Or I just needed a dose of my Shizu-chan.

Shizuo looked cranky and weary, however when Izaya was standing before him, when he had come to him of his own free will, it stirred something inside of him and he swooped Izaya into his arms and tossed him over his shoulder.

Izaya let out a breath of surprise but didn't squirm. He had a feeling Shizuo would drop him if he did.

It wasn't a long walk to the bedroom, since Shizuo's apartment was small, and Shizuo tossed him onto the bed. Izaya bounced, and Shizuo jumped on after him. The ancient bed let out a mutinous groan, but Shizuo knew it could hold their weight. If it didn't collapse when they fucked, then it wasn't going to collapse when they jumped on the bed.

Shizuo crawled over Izaya and peered through his blonde locks down at the younger man. Izaya cocked an eyebrow at him in a challenge and Shizuo bit into his neck, drawing blood. "Mmmm," Izaya moaned in appreciation. "Shizu-chan, are you going to be my sexy vampire?"

"If that's what you're into." Shizuo lapped the salty crimson liquid up. Not really his taste. "But I don't sparkle. I hope you don't mind..."

Izaya giggled. He'd been doing that a lot lately, at least around Shizuo. "I'm not a Twilight fanatic, Shizu-chan. If you want I could call out 'Edward, oh Edward!'"

"There's only one name you call out," Shizuo muttered darkly. "And it's Shizuo."

"That's the only name I'd ever want to call out."

Shizuo froze. Izaya felt he'd said something incredibly stupid. Was this how normal humans felt? Always questioning themselves?

When Izaya thought Shizuo was about to stand up and shut down at the intimate confession, he merely grumbled. "Good."

Izaya relaxed. "Ravish me."

And Shizuo did.

I know the ending is a little weak and lame, but I hope the first chapter as a whole wasn't completely disappointing. I know it's absurdly short, but the second chapter is completed and it is much longer, around the same length as the first chapter of Walk of Shame.

I will upload that chapter as soon as possible. First, I want to see if anyone has any complaints about this so I can edit that chapter accordingly. Don't worry, I'm not review ransoming (You don't have to review to make me update) I'm just going to wait for any possible feedback.

Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed/faved/followed! I sincerely hope this lived up to any expectations you may have had. Adios Peeps! ^_^