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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Durarara!!
  Relationship:
      Kuronuma_Aoba/Ryuugamine_Mikado
  Character:
      Kuronuma_Aoba, Ryuugamine_Mikado
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time
  Series:
      Part 2 of Aoba_FTW
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-07-06 Words: 2978
****** Aberration ******
by veivei
Summary
     Aoba's first kiss was awkward enough but his loss of virginity was
     another kind of a disaster altogether.
Notes
     An old fic from the DRRR Kink Meme. Backdated.
See the end of the work for more notes
The silence is soothing after escaping the noise out on the streets. Lately
things have been going awry and any affinity with any gang is reason enough to
get beaten up. The gang landscape of Ikebukuro is almost too complicated to
wrap one's mind around these days. Blue Squares, Dollars falling apart into
factions, Yellow Scarves brought back by Kida when he came back, Orihara
Izaya's minions of shady provenience interspersed between all other factions to
cause chaos from within, Saika's children trying to make things better and
failing. In fact, everyone is failing.
Aoba isn't as concerned about it as he may have been. It's an interesting
spectacle and his particular business doesn't exactly suffer. It's Mikado who's
struggling with rebuilding Dollars why the turmoil all around threatens to rip
them apart once and for all. It's Mikado who's still stupid enough to get into
brawls even though he can't fight. It's Mikado obsessing over Kida even though
he's the enemy now.
Aoba revels in his foolishness. Every error Mikado makes is his victory at the
same time. He's close by. He believes there are ways to snatch Dollars out of
Mikado's control right before he loses it and everyone scatters.
Aoba is a master at backstabbing people. And he mostly only keeps them close to
have them nearby when the time for backstabbing comes.
He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror. He still looks like a middle
schooler and his huge eyes, wide smile and small frame are so perfectly
unthreatening he's almost glad he has these looks. Almost, because being looked
down on by default by everyone he meets isn't a nice experience. Maybe it was
everyone's contempt that made the monster grow behind that innocent little
frame in the first place.
Aoba smiles at himself in the mirror, takes what he's come to get out of the
cabinet and heads out of the bathroom. The door clicks shut behind him. His
coat is billowing behind him as he's walking. His fashion sense is somewhat
peculiar for a boy who looks this young. It's an attempt to make himself look a
bit more serious actually. The effect is disturbing at best. Aoba's all right
with disturbing, too.
He puts the bandages down on the table.
Mikado's pretty beaten up. The side of his face is freshly swollen and he keeps
a packet of ice cubes pressed to it. His lip is split and adorned with dried
blood and there are purple fingermarks on his wrists. He winces when he pulls
up his hoodie and looks down at his stomach, the horizontal knife cut criss-
crossing it still seeping blood out onto his clothes.
He clenches his teeth and gets down to cleaning it. Aoba stares like a hawk.
There's not a scratch on him on the other hand. He knows how to keep in the
back and make others do the job. It's what he's been at for years after all.
Mikado dresses the wound up the best he can and pulls his hoodie down. His
hands are slightly bloodied and slightly trembling. He gets up and heads to the
bathroom.
Aoba falls backwards on the tatami mats and lies there, staring at the ceiling,
a small satisfied smile on his face. He's glad he's never cared for anyone the
way Mikado does for Kida and Anri. He's saved himself the pain. Aoba doesn't
like to suffer, more so than most other people and because of that he's just
not ready for sacrifices. Maybe it has something to do with all the suffering
in his childhood, all the physical pain and humiliation that had happened to
him before he learned to avoid them and take care of anyone who might have
wanted to hurt him.
Mikado's back. Aoba can hear his steps approaching. He starts thinking what he
should talk about now to lift the mood. Girls? School? Summer vacation? He can
rant mindlessly on a range of topics for hours and that's what he usually does
around Mikado, casting that illusion of friendship between the two of them
that's almost routine by now.
Except sometimes Mikado does unexpected things. Because he's peculiar like
that. Aoba figures he's just not very logical and consistent by nature, either
that or he's trying to maintain some facade but he's such a bad liar it just
cracks sometimes.
Aoba admires all these faults of Mikado. His moral sense, his attachment to
people, his cracking timid front. All of this makes Mikado so much more human
than himself. Or that God-wannabe Orihara Izaya, for that matter. That someone
like Mikado can miraculously be in control of so many things, exerting it with
all his human faults at work, is strange and makes for an enticing show.
Mikado lies down by Aoba's side, a safe distance away. He doesn't stare at the
ceiling though. He stares at Aoba, whose smile doesn't waver as if it's painted
on his face. Absolutely eternal and always the same, the only change about it
an illusion because of the changes in lighting. The same way Mikado is somewhat
natural, Aoba is very artificial. There's nothing particularly real about him.
He's buried all there ever was way too deeply years ago.
Aoba turns sideways to look at Mikado too and smiles some more, propping his
head up on his hand. He's still wearing his coat even though they've been
indoors for over an hour now and it's rather hot and stifling in the small
dirty apartment with no furniture to speak of.
Two pairs of blue eyes meet. Their eye color is pretty much the same resulting
in them being considered brothers sometimes. It always embarrasses Mikado when
that happens. Aoba is so different from him in all the other ways besides looks
a suggestion of such similarity disturbs him. He knows Aoba is evil in some
twisted ways. And that's not something he'd like to think about himself.
Mikado's injuries hurt and sting even though he's taken painkillers twice
already since getting them. The war on the streets is getting ruthless and he
tries to make sense of it all and stop it in his own ways. He knows he can't
fight but he can't stay back either.
Mikado's hand is crawling tentatively in Aoba's direction.
Mikado doesn't like it how Aoba can keep on looking at what's happening from
the distance while still smiling. People are getting hurt. Kida has started a
gang again. Anri worries. And Aoba's watching with a self-assured smile.
Mikado's hand twines itself in Aoba's soft hair forcefully. They feel like
those of a small child. Mikado pulls on them but the smile doesn't waver.
Aoba pushes himself up and jumps down on Mikado's stomach that explodes with
pain so intense all Mikado sees for a moment is white.
Aoba settles himself slightly above the cut and bends down to look Mikado in
the eye as if he's spotted an interesting animal of some unknown species. With
joyful curiosity. He opens his mouth to speak but Mikado silences him by taking
a hold of his small chin. He realizes with a start how fragile it feels in his
hand.
Mikado misses Kida. Mikado misses him so much it hurts at every moment of every
day. He hasn't talked to Kida for weeks even though he's been talking to him
every single day of his life up to this point, ever since he can remember. It
hurts all the more when the void left over by his best friend, the radiant,
familiar, eternally joyful Kida is filled by this creepy creature Aoba is.
Mikado hates Aoba because he's not Masaomi. Because he's so much not Masaomi as
anyone can get while making all the apparent similarities as disturbing as
possible.
Mikado pulls Aoba down for a kiss because he's afraid he'd start talking. And
if anything his rants are parodies of how Kida used to act.
Aoba kisses him back uncertainly. It's very much a mess because they're both
still kids and don't know how to go about it. Mikado can feel saliva trickling
down his chin. He almost forgets about how badly his stomach's hurting.
Aoba withdraws and tilts his head sideways, looking at him questioningly, his
smile intact.
Mikado has just kissed him or more precisely made him kiss him. Aoba thinks how
all the kisses in his life are not quite the normal kind that happens in heated
moments between a girl and a boy but are always somewhat... off. Not that he
won't take what he can get.
Mikado pushes him away when he tries kissing him again.
Aoba gets the hint and tries moving away but Mikado's arm wraps around his back
and keeps him where he is. That's where Aoba's orientation is lost. He hopes
this time around this ocurrence won't result in his bloodshed.
For how weak he is, Mikado's still stronger than him because of sheer mass
difference so Aoba doesn't really try to struggle. He's all for swimming with
the currents when there's no way to escape them.
Mikado catches Aoba's eyes widening briefly when he doesn't let him go. It
makes him happy. What he's holding isn't a doll all the way through at least.
Mikado tugs down at Aoba's coat, pulling it off his shoulders. Aoba complies
with a sigh and takes the coat off.
He's astonishingly small without it for a boy his age and only looks male for
lack of anything to make him look female. Mikado's aware he's pretty much just
like that himself but he still thinks it's strange.
Aoba's waiting. He doesn't really know where it's going and he's not really
interested in this going anywhere. Except maybe if Mikado has never done it
with Kida. Then it would have been his victory. He wants to ask and opens his
mouth to do so only to be forced into another kiss instead.
So Mikado is some kind of a silence fetishist? Silence is prized indeed after
all the shouts and screams of pain and sounds of weapons breaking bones and of
glass shattering out in the streets. Aoba is all for enjoying it, except when
he's not allowed to talk his control over everyone around him slips and if
there's anything Aoba hates it is losing control.
Mikado's hands slide up his sides under his shirt and that's when Aoba realizes
this is not fun and games and somehow Mikado is suddenly all serious and not
particularly shy anymore.
Has he seen how it's done on the Internet or something?
His fingers clamp on Aoba's barely there nipples. It tickles. Not particularly
so though.
It's Mikado's turn to stare looking for any slivers of reaction on Aoba's
smiling face. The boy winces in the end when the pinch on his nipple gets
painful and both little nubs get hard at the same time.
Mikado pulls Aoba down for another kiss, trying to do something about their
noses colliding and teeth bruising lips. Practice is something neither of them
can fake though.
Aoba takes off his shirt himself because he's sixteen and whatever is happening
to him, as long as it's sexual a part of him is all for it. He's figured a
while ago that with his particular looks boys might have been a better bet all
along.
Mikado gets very red when his hands slide down to Aoba's backside. The pain is
pretty much all forgotten at this point and he can feel himself getting very
hard.
Mikado is embarrassed since forever that he has a penis at all. Somehow it
seems like such a bad idea to have it and his parents have always been warning
him about it and Mikado has always been somewhat sensitive when it came to
things like that. Getting hard in somebody else's presence is bad. A part of
him is glad it's not someone he cherishes much at least.
Aoba moves down his body a little bit, at least avoiding grazing the cut this
time around and settles down right on his hardening length probably because
he's an obnoxious little... like that...
Mikado's thoughts get a little bit incoherent at this point. Aoba stops
smiling. It's like a miracle. Mikado wants it to last a bit longer except
lasting is the last thing either of them is capable of.
Mikado squeezes his hands in between their bodies to unzip his pants. Aoba's
small hands help him and wrap themselves around his length obligingly, taking
it out from his boxers swiftly enough.
Mikado decides he doesn't like Aoba's sudden initiative. He doesn't trust him
with anything, much less delicate body parts.
Aoba doesn't get it when his hands are swatted away. He was trying to be nice.
And he's been always thinking he was pretty good at being nice.
Mikado's not particularly sure what he wants to do but he opts for taking
Aoba's pants off.
Their eyes meet as if by accident. They both decide the other looks somewhat
clueless.
Mikado pulls Aoba's underpants down and realizes he's happy that the other
boy's smaller than him down there as well. Part of the reason why Aoba's so
messed up might be his small dick. Mikado has read something to that effect
once.
They grope each other for a little bit, nearly coming from just that. All in
all, it does feel very exciting.
Mikado catches Aoba's hand, the one with the scar from pen stabbing, he
realizes upon running his thumb over the back of it, and forces it into his
mouth. Aoba looks at him questioningly, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks
too. He's quite cute like that, actually, naked, aroused, weirded out. If he
could stay in this particular state forever, Mikado would've been happy having
him around.
Aoba whimpers in embarrassment when he realizes what Mikado means to make him
do. His hand is guided down and under Mikado's body. He figures it's still
better than having this done to himself and lets his slickened fingers be
forced down the other boy's crack and quided inside him. He blinks upon
realizing how tight it is there. Really, he would opt for vaginal sex anyday.
This doesn't seem physically possible.
Mikado's looking as if he's in pain. His own fingers get mingled with Aoba's
inside him even though they're dry. He's slightly numbed down by the
painkillers and it's still a more interesting kind of pain than the one his
wounds are radiating with. His lenght is straining, leaking precum onto Aoba's
bare stomach.
Aoba feels as if he's suffocating. It's not a nice feeling.
He pulls Mikado's hand away from his entrance because this way he can't really
get any deep and he wants to see what that would do to Mikado. Aoba has always
been the experimental type. Some of his experiments have gone awry with pretty
picturesque booms but it's another story. Nothing he's willing to think about
right fucking now.
Mikado cums right onto his stomach the moment Aoba's fingers reach something
inside him finally.
Aoba grimaces at the sticky feeling. He's glad he doesn't need to care about
pregnancies in this particular situation at least. He tries that spot inside
Mikado a few more times but Mikado's already forcing him off and pushing him
away. Then he turns over and pushes his face down into the floor to cover his
embarrassment. He's determined to never look at Aoba's face again.
Aoba looks down at his own weeping length questioningly. He smears Mikado's
sperm off his stomach and chest with his hand. He reaches out towards his
discarded shirt to wipe his hand off but there's something about the way
Mikado's trembling on the floor, his naked ass exposed even though all his
clothes are still on, that infallibly draws his attention.
With how he's shaking, oh God, is he crying now? Aoba wonders though he can't
say that he cares much.
His sticky hand takes a hold of his penis and guides it right into Mikado's
loosened up entrance.
Mikado struggles but the pants he still has pretty much on tangle around his
legs making him fall back down. Aoba bends down to pull them off to spread
Mikado's legs a bit more because there's no way he could bury more than the tip
of his erection this way.
Mikado hoists himself up from the floor. He's glad Aoba can't see his face. The
other boy's length slides inside him slowly now that his legs are spread. Aoba
cums the very moment he's fully sheathed, the tightness around him impossible
to bear.
And that's it. Mikado can feel his sperm running down his thighs. He feels
somewhat dirty and runs away to the bathroom as soon as Aoba withdraws, his
face furiously red.
He doesn't come out for hours, locks himself inside and does whatever in
complete silence after having washed.
Aoba collects himself after a while, pats his penis affectionately and gets up
to try to knock on the bathroom's door. When Mikado doesn't answer for several
minutes, he dresses himself with a sigh, puts his coat back on and leaves
Mikado's place, forcing a smile upon his face the moment he's out the door.
His first kiss was awkward enough but his loss of virginity was another kind of
a disaster altogether.
A message from Mikado comes just as he's reaching his own apartment, thinking
up yet another excuse for his late return for his mother. Obviously, he can't
tell her a male friend of sorts has made him fuck him. That wouldn't have
probably sit all that well with her.
"We should do this again, Aoba-kun." The message reads.
In a world inhabited by creatures that pretty much do what Aoba wants them to
do and expects them to do, Mikado is one strange aberration.
End Notes
     The challenge was keeping them silent all fic.
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