Dengeki April Fool: DURARARA!! × ♂ If Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara
Izaya were on really good terms..
DURARARA!! × ♂
If Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya were on really good terms...

STORY: NARITA RYOHGO
ILLUSTRATION: YASUDA SUZUHITO



Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin - a wise someone has
once said. To take this one step further - love and hate actually
merge into each other on a Möbius strip lost in the realm of
ambivalence.

- Just like the way their bodies intertwined right now.

All entangled limbs and hair and bare flesh. Like the giant Ouroboros
feasting on its own tail, they were at this point almost dead corpses
driven by nothing but lust.

The Ouroboros is the spirit of the universe. It is said to stand for
the fusion of opposites in this world, of which Shizuo and Izaya were
now becoming the new improved symbol.

Of course, such metaphors meant little to Shizuo and Izaya themselves.
Right now all that filled them was the same single desire -

Their bodies had been intertwined for no longer than a few minutes.

Yet their breathing was already rough and heavy.

Shizuo kept his sunglasses on, and Izaya could feel the heat of
Shizuo's breath raging against his face.

The next moment, Shizuo's hardened flesh was sliding its way up
Izaya's tender pale body.

"......Ah!......"

Izaya moaned slightly as his body stiffened. Shizuo, on the other
hand, grinned as if he was savoring Izaya's reaction - grinned,
grinned, and let out a laugh.

A ravishing shade of color appeared on the cheeks beneath his
sunglasses as he made the second - and the third - thrust.

"****......ah......aren't you......gonna......at least......take off
your......ahhh.......sunglasses......at times......like these?"

Though he couldn't help but moan every now and then, Izaya still tried
to put on his best smirk. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he
stuck his tongue at Shizuo and laughed as if he was enjoying it all.

"Hah hah......you play dirty, you do, Shizu-chan......no matter how
good I am at my thing......in the end you'll always resort to the
physical and hold me down like this......"

"......"

Shizuo remained silent. However, behind those sunglasses there was a
slight smile in his shaded eyes.

In the next second, the hardened flesh dipped in Shizuo's sordid
desire made a particularly powerful thrust -

"Hell - ......Shizu......chan......"

Izaya was barely touched when hot fluid came gushing out of him. Drops
of these remains of the origin of life landed on Shizuo's face.

As he tasted the semen on his lips with the tip of his tongue, Shizuo
smiled with what had to be all the cruelty in the world.

Laughed, laughed, - and kept on grinning.

"Already spent?......But the fun's just starting."