"I'm home," a voice called from the doorway. It received no response. Nevertheless, the owner of the voice kicked off his shoes and resumed talking as footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. "Shizu-chan chased after me again today, even when it was already dark. I didn't make you wait, did I? Really, how tiring... What does that monster even hope to achieve? Ah, I bet it's nothing, though. Always yelling 'I'll kill you, I'll kill you—'"
The raven-haired informant fell silent when he stepped into the living room, auburn hues widening slightly at the sight before him. The teen he had been rambling to from the moment he had entered his home hadn't heard him. He was lying on the couch, already in his pyjamas, clutching to a stuffed whale. Soft snores escaped his open mouth, a string of saliva threatening to join them. His dark hair laid dishevelled over the armrest, his shirt ridden up a little to show soft skin of the belly that should have been hidden beneath, and there was a soft pink dusting his cheeks, like he knew someone was watching him in this vulnerable moment.
But fast asleep, he didn't notice the gaze that was trailing his body.
Silently, Izaya shook his head, a smug smirk plastered to his face as he removed his fur-trimmed jacket and left it on a chair. A soft murmur reached his ears as his arms snaked beneath the other's body before gently lifting him up.
There was not a word spoken as Izaya carried the boy to the bedroom, that grin never leaving his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as he lowered Mikado on the bed, and he couldn't help but smile. It was not a kind smile.
Slender digits brushed some hair out of the boy's face. Almost like he could hold this strange, powerful boy, who appeared to be so normal, in the palm of his hand.
How fascinating.
The man broke contact, turning away, instead fixing his attention on the open window. Faint noises from outside drifted into the room as he watched the events below. Mikado mumbled in his sleep, a small frown appearing on his face as he shifted his body between the covers. Izaya glanced back and closed the window, letting out a soft sigh followed by a snigger.
"It's okay, Mi-ka-do-kun~" he chirped softly as he slid into the bed, pulling up the covers and planting a soft kiss on the other's forehead. Then he wrapped his arms around the smaller male, pressing their bodies together as he spoke. "There's nothing to worry about, ne? I'm here. Go back to sleep, Mikado-kun. I won't let the bogeymen come. Don't listen to those whispers in your ear. I'm all you need to care about."
Soft, incoherent mutters were the last thing he received before Mikado relaxed again, soothed by the hummed lullaby that suppressed the sounds from the outside world and the war that was taking place on the filthy streets.
Izaya couldn't help but smile.
It was not a kind smile.
First Izaya x Mikado fic I've ever written. I've been working on the fourth chapter on Let Your Sickness Cure Me, but it is terrible and I have to rewrite the whole thing. So I decided to take a short break and write this. I hope you like it. xD
