Title : Hate and Love and a Baby
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Characters of Durarara!.
Genre : Family / Romance
Warning : Contains maleXmale content. OOCness. OCs.
Summary : Shizuo and Izaya's passionate hatred for each other has twisted into rough sex, the first resulting in something that won't let them break up.
It stings, more than touching a boiling hot kettle, the cut upon his hand. It's not fresh, but the pain continues to linger and keep him remembering, how he ended up with a clear, straight cut along the palm of his left hand.
There's more cuts, all across his body, and some are fairly old. There's even a cut by his lip, but those cuts upon daily exposed skin are covered up with make up he borrowed from his mother. It did confuse her why he asked for something like that, but it's better than getting asked constantly why he looks like he got showered with knives.
No.
Only one knife did this to him.
Each and every cut and fading mark on his body, were all received by the same blade. In return, these very hands have left marks on the person who gave him such reminders...of what their relationship has become.
Deciding he should just wrap this up, knowing he doesn't have to call Shinra and hear his fussy complaints, since he was taught how to speed up the healing process of these wounds. The only problem is, by doing the mending himself, he is reminded more clearly why they got there.
By Shinra, he can just mumble in his face about nothing, and hear the same nonsense in return.
Each time a deep cut is left on his skin, he is forced to stare at it and growl bitterly at the vivid memories that follow.
This reached its worse when he had to mend a cut uncomfortably on his 'thing'.
Finally back out of the bathroom, with make up properly applied on his face and neck and hands, Shizuo walks over to his double bed, since a single bed doesn't work for what he now does nearly every day and only because it wasn't paid with his own money, he is able to enjoy the benefits of it.
Resting upon the light-colored sheets, are the remaining pieces of his bartender uniform.
He dresses himself, adding the white shirt and the vest and the belt and the socks and once again forgetting to replace his bowtie, after it was cruelly cut from his neck and left to be stomped on as he attempted to avenge its demise.
He's probably going to get bombarded with questions concerning it, but at least people won't be looking at him with dread.
Just curiosity.
Now that, he can handle.
All the while he covers himself in extra layers of clothing, his eyes barely lose sight of the picture frame on his bedside table. A favorite photograph of his is on display there, taken on a day in which he was mixed with two emotions : bewilderment and intense happiness.
Giving it one last look, one accompanied by a genuinely soft smile, Shizuo heads out, glad not to forget his keys before locking the front door.
Soaked up to his forearms, leaving out his knees, his neck and his face, Izaya tries to relax himself in his large and expensive bathtub, but feels he can't do so as he always does, not with the aching bite mark on the back of his neck, or the bruises that decorate his slightly pale skin rather beautifully.
Much of it is revenge for numerous cuts he gave to a certain someone.
The bite on the neck is for killing said someone's bowtie.
He's not angry, nor really offended that he's covered in sore marks, but he's simply annoyed at himself for allowing so many punches to hit him this time. Those that are on his body right now are all fresh, the old ones long gone due to good reflexes. The sole exception are the bruises on his hips, made anew each time he loses himself to desire...
...and let's Shizuo take him roughly.
This is a fundamental part of their relationship now, something that has drilled itself into their burning animosity for each other and forced them to feel, not only hatred upon sight but also arousal and an undeniable need to touch and kiss and taste each other in a way lovers do.
They do not love each other, however.
The only reason they perform sexual intercourse with each other and not with someone they could properly lust for, is because they both acknowledge that there IS no one else.
There is no affection during any encounter, only biting words and a desire to hurt the other to the point of bleeding and hopefully death, the latter no longer true thanks to one unexpected outcome.
They began sleeping with each other when trying to deny their attraction became impossible, but they didn't think what would come as a result of it.
It takes a full hour before Izaya is out of the bathtub with a childish pout, not at all satisfied after sitting still in warm water, with the crushed hope of getting rid the achiness and the pain that has been disrupting him from his daily work and human observation, or what is generally called 'spying' by others.
Though instead of marching straight to his computer - after putting back on his signature black clothing - he enters his bedroom, towards a crib, where a little baby is looking around innocently at his surroundings.
His small, brown eyes turn to him upon sight, and Izaya responds by reaching down and picking him up, to cradle him lovingly as he always does.
This week, Izaya gets to take care of his and Shizuo's son. No point in asking how they came to conceive this child, but how Izaya gave birth can be explained by one, extremely proud Shinra. This child is the reason, why no matter how destructive their relationship is or how much they continue to hate each other, they cannot break up.
Shizuo's parents, who were told of the miracle, even object to the idea.
A child should live with both parents.
Parents who are together.
In the words of Shizuo's mother, Namiko, that is parents who will bond eventually.
Izaya doubts her wishes will be fulfilled, though at times Shizuo does appear willing to test the possibility. They both love their son very much, and care for him more than themselves. Together, they named him Hikaru, meaning 'light'.
For he is the brightest thing in their hearts.
Placing his son back in his Shinjuku crib, one colored red as opposed to Shizuo's blue one in Ikebukuro, Izaya bids the boy farewell, before going back to work. Among his numerous computer files, is the first ever photograph taken of Hikaru. On the day of his birth, Shizuo took a beautiful picture of him, as Izaya cradled him in his arms, his eyes having just opened to see the world, and his odd parents.
This same picture, exists on Shizuo's bedside table.
And it is the only one they share.
Author's Note : This is something random I wrote late at night. I was inspired by a story I recently read, and I have longed to write an Mpreg story, but there is nothing serious about this particularly piece of work. Regardless, I am willing (and eager) to hear all your thoughts about it.
Enjoy~