Tickles (Shizaya)
Fandom: Durarara!! Characters: Shizuo Heiwajima | Izaya Orihara Lee!Izaya Ler!Shizuo Summary: An impromptu massage, a discovered weakness, and revenge. When Shizuo realizes how sensitive Izaya is, he finally decides to retaliate against all the provocations. The problem? Maybe he likes having the informant at his mercy a little too much. [Real also on Ao3]
(The art doesn't belong to me, I found it on Pinterst and I don't know who the author is)
The muffled sounds of the city echoed through the half-open windows. Shizuo was sprawled on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned, a half-extinguished cigarette between his fingers. The silence lasted only until Izaya, wrapped in the most expensive sheet he could find in the closet, appeared in the hallway with a dramatic sigh and a bored expression.
"Shizu-chan... You don't love me anymore, do you?"
Shizuo let out a grunt without even turning his face. "Here you go again with that nonsense"
Izaya entered the room and, without ceremony, threw himself onto the sofa next to him, placing his bare feet in the blond's lap. "You don't pay attention to me. How long have we lived together anyway? If I don't provoke you or almost die, you don't even look at me!"
Shizuo raised an eyebrow, looking at his feet as if they were some kind of deadly trap. "Izaya, do you want to die? Take that off my leg!"
"Ahhh, so you admit it! You miss killing me, but not me. How sad" He pouted dramatically. "All I ask is a little affection, preferably in the form of a foot massage. That's all. Is that too much to ask?"
Shizuo snorted loudly, clearly waging an internal battle between his natural irritation and some hint of feeling he would never admit aloud. He took the cigarette from his mouth, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and muttered, "You're a bastard, you know that?"
"But I'm your bastard. Now, magic hands, please"
With an eye roll and an incomprehensible grumble, Shizuo finally brought his hands to Izaya's feet. He started slowly, his firm fingers pressing gently into the soles of his feet, without applying too much force and trying not to notice how much warmer and softer his skin was than he expected. "Hmm, look at that, you're actually quite good at this" Izaya said smugly.
"If you open your mouth again, I'll break your ankle"
Izaya chuckled softly, but this time, without sarcasm. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at Shizuo, focused even while grumbling, even reluctantly. "You know, sometimes I think you hate me less than you say"
Shizuo paused. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and he replied dryly, "And sometimes I think you like me more than you should"
"Maybe. But who in their right mind would like you, huh?"
"You"
Izaya smiled genuinely, slightly sideways, and settled back on the sofa, closing his eyes, while Shizuo continued to massage his feet.
Shizuo continued pressing and dragging his thumbs across Izaya's soles until he noticed a subtle reaction. It was something almost imperceptible, a slight tremor in his ankle, a slight curling of his toes, and, more than anything, a different sigh coming from him. "Was it my imagination or did you squirm?"
Izaya, his eyes closed, replied with lazy disdain. "Your imagination. Don't spoil the mood, Shizu-chan"
Shizuo didn't answer, he just pressed again, a little faster, now with his fingertips running along the arch of his foot.
Izaya jumped. "Hey!"
"Ahh, so that's what it was" He gave a slight smile, rare and dangerously amused. "You're ticklish"
Izaya quickly removed one foot from his lap, but the other remained trapped in his hands. And that was all Shizuo needed.
"Shizu-chan, let go"
"No"
"I'm serious"
"Me too" And then he began, running his fingers along the sole of Izaya's foot, teasingly tracing the arch and sliding between his toes.
Izaya burst into involuntary laughter, trying to back away. "Shizu-chahahahahahan! Stahahahahahahahap!" He tried to get up, but Shizuo was stronger, pushing him back into place.
"You're always provoking me, Izaya. Always running away, teasing, pretending. Now finally something gives me an advantage" His voice was almost amused, as if he savored that rare moment.
"Ahahahahahahahaha! You're using brute force again!" Izaya laughed and protested, kicking with his free foot, while the other was attacked mercilessly.
"I'm being too gentle"
Izaya rolled to the side, trying to get away, but Shizuo followed the movement. "You'll pay for this!"
"You're paying now"
The informant's eyes were already watering from laughing so hard, his hair disheveled, and his legs unsuccessfully trying to push Shizuo away. Finally, completely breathless, Izaya gave in. "Okay, okahahahahahahay, I surrender! I admit it! Hahahahahahaha!"
"Admit what?" Shizuo slowed his movements.
"That I like it when you pay attention to me! Now stop torturing my foot, you bastard!"
Shizuo finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. He stared at him for a few seconds, with a strange mixture of triumph and restrained tenderness. Then he released his ankle and approached, crawling over him. "You could just ask for things without drama"
"But what would be the fun in that?" Izaya said, smiling through his still slightly panting breath.
"Fun, huh?" Shizuo snapped his fingers, as if preparing for more. "Really, that was very funny, I should continue then..."
Izaya's eyes widened instantly. "No, no, wait, you—" But he didn't have time to finish the sentence.
Shizuo, with that rare little smile that only appeared at very specific moments, usually when he found some silent and surprising way to dominate Izaya without destroying the entire apartment in the process, cut him off. "You provoke so much, I thought you were good at taking a provocation back" And with the same frightening efficiency he used to lift street signs, he pinned Izaya down with one leg on each side, using his body weight to prevent any immediate escape.
"Shizu-chan…" Izaya began, his voice hesitant and with that empty threat tone. "If you do that again, I swear I—"
But Shizuo ignored him, sliding his fingers along the side of his waist.
Izaya arched immediately. "No, nohahahahahaha!"
But it was too late, Shizuo had already begun. His fingers ran precisely along his sides, climbing up his ribs, alternating light touches with more incisive ones, provoking uncontrollable laughter. "So you're ticklish everywhere... How interesting"
"Hahahahahahaha! Shizu-chahahahahan!"
Izaya tried to squirm, using his arms to defend himself, but the blond blocked everything with irritating ease. He could feel Shizuo's fingers climbing up his ribs, reaching the back of his armpits, which made him literally squeal in surprise and kick the air. "You're taking advantage! Hahahahahahaha!" He shouted between laughs, his voice choked and desperate.
"Taking advantage? Izaya, you threw a knife at me this morning because I ate your onigiri"
"YOU DESERVED IT!"
Shizuo, with an almost wicked calm, moved his hands to his armpits, dipping his fingers in and out in all directions. "Let's test it here now"
"NOHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Izaya burst into a louder laugh, completely at his mercy, as he tried to hold back tears of laughter, his face flushed and his hair disheveled. "YOU'RE A MONSTER!"
"And you're annoying"
Finally, seeing that Izaya could barely breathe, Shizuo stopped. He remained silent for a few seconds, just watching the other recover, awkward and still laughing, but clearly trying to hide how much he had enjoyed all that attention.
"I hate you" Izaya murmured, turning his face away and crossing his arms.
Shizuo leaned in, his lips brushing his ear as he replied in a low, hoarse voice. "No more than you likes me"
Izaya immediately shuddered, shivers running down his spine, and after a few seconds, murmured, "Tsk... give me a few minutes. And then I swear I'll plan the best revenge you've ever seen"
Shizuo leaned back on the sofa, satisfied. "I'll wait"
And so, in that truce between forced laughter and teasing, the two rested side by side, their private war, for now, suspended.
