The fake blonde fortissimo of Ikebukuro placed the black pen to his lips and took a slow drag before blowing out the smoke. It felt odd not to smoke one of his cancer sticks, but Shizuo's husband made him promise he wouldn't smoke anymore, or the trend would trickle down to his sons. Not only that, but the raven didn't like the heavy scent of cigarette smoke lingering off the blonde, and it stinking up their home. So, here he was, while on a temporary break, smoking a hookah pen. He had to admit, it was a great substitute for him to quit smoking, but he was so use to the bitter taste and smell of the nicotine. He sighed as he looked over at his boss, who also took up the hookah pen so Shizuo wouldn't be alone. However Tom didn't have anyone to quit smoking for, but was being supportive by smoking a hookah around Shizuo. The fake blond was thankful for that.

Once Shizuo had enough of inhaling the fake stick he put it away, letting the lingering smoke into the atmosphere. Sleeves rolled up, and his top button loose, it was hot for a regular summer day in Ikebukuro. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd hope that Izaya and his kids were keeping cool in this midst. His husband had a thing for wearing his trademark jacket even in the heat. He shook his head and stood up, once Tom had his fill and continued about their job, debit collecting. Well, Not Shizuo's job. The natural brunette gone blonde was a bodyguard for his elder in charge. All Shizuo had to do was intimidate the men so they could be on their merry way.

However some of the men weren't all as smart as they choked up to be, for they often picked on Shizuo for his uniform. A gift from Kasuka, Shizuo wore his suit to work everyday, giving the impression that he was a bartender. Well, Shizuo did attempt to work at a nightclub once, to make up some salary, though Izaya was bringing in the mass majority of their income, and was fired after he was being harassed and punched the drunk customer into a wall. Getting to the point, everyone had all the snide remarks until they pissed the blonde off and were thrown out of windows with an enraged yell, or sent to the next town over after being slammed with a sign post.

Either way, Shizuo had to use violence, something he hated a lot. Before, he use to hate himself due to his strength, the first meaning of his phrase "I hate violence". But it was after the birth of his kids, did Shizuo come to appreciate his strength, and use it to protect his family. He still hated violence, but he didn't hate himself.

"Shizuo"

The blonde snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at Tom. Everything was bathed in a faint orange glow, signifying that evening was approaching to night. He was relieved from his duties, as he a long walk back home and kids to see before they went to bed.

"I'll mail your pay to your address. It should come tomorrow morning or so." Tom said running a hand through his dreads.

"Got it. Thanks Tom." Shizuo said with a smile and waved walking off.

"Say hi to the wife and kids for me." Tom called back returning to the company, and missing the hand Shizuo threw up as confirmation he'd heard. The blond broke into a jog to get home quicker, and to beat the sunset.

Making it just before 7:04, the bodyguard used the elevator to get to the top floor. He fumbled in his pocket just as the elevator signaled it was on its floor and pulled out his keays. However, the opportunity to place the key in was taken from him as Namie Yagiri walked up in a quiet huff. He ran face first into the blonde, staring him down somewhat before shaking her head and entered the elevator. Confused, Shizuo walked in and found Izaya bent over the desk. Shizuo grew slightly concerned for his lover until he heard Izaya's light chuckle. He sat up with a sigh and smiled, crimson eyes meeting mocha ones.

"Welcome home Shizu-chan."

The blonde kicked the door closed behind him and took off his shoes, meeting Izaya halfway across the room to embrace him. They pecked each other lightly on the lips. "Where are the kids?"

Izaya threw a pout at Shizuo and whined quietly. "You come home and don't even ask me how my day was. Shizu-chan is so rude."

The blonde rolled his eyes and slipped his arms around his lovers waist capturing the bucked out lip and sucking on it lightly. Once he heard a quiet moan from his wife, the blonde pulled away. "How was your day flea?"

Flushed, Izaya frowned and licked his lips. "It was fine… How about yours?" Izaya muttered trying to keep the heat from lowering.

"The usual." Shizuo put simply sliding a hand down towards Izaya's ass…

"Daddy's home!"

The sudden cry of elation, pulled the horny lovers apart, and directed their attention towards the gaggle of children hurrying down the stairs without falling all over each other. Psyche was the first to latch to his father's leg, followed by Delic then Tsugaru. Hibiya came last and was lifted up by Shizuo. "Hey guys. How was your day?"

The twins began talking above one another about the park and ice cream, while Tsugaru chuckled to himself and told them to quiet down. Shizuo moved over to the couch, the mother ravenette following closely behind while each kid described their day to their father. Shizuo found great amusement in talking to each of them, as they all had distinct personalities. Tsugaru was the quiet leader of the group. He didn't speak out much and kept the other's in check. Psyche was always happy and elated. He hardly ever cried over anything that was trivial, and stuck close to Tsugaru. Delic had a savvy charm, and was always sweet to everyone. He too rarely cried and declared himself the protector when his mother and father couldn't be there. Hibiya was shy at times, but could be a bit bossy if he wanted to. He often bossed Delic around but the magenta eyed brunette was happy to comply. Shizuo was happy his sons were all close to one another, unlike how he and Kasuka were.

"Guys." Izaya perked up and he pointed to a nearby clock. The kids whined as the clung to their father and pouted. "It's time to get ready for bed, so its baths and bed clothes for you all."

They nodded at the slight sten tone Izaya used and climbed down the couch and to the bathroom in groups of two. Izaya handled his look alikes, and Shizuo his. The parents filled up their respected bathtubs (after Hibiya was born there was a need to change the office home into a 3 bathroom, 2 bedroom studio), and undressed their sons. Izaya sat to the side while Hibiya and Psyche played in the water, and Shizuo played with his two sons, splashing water on them to make sure they got wet. After their baths, the family of six met in the boys room to get dressed in their night clothes. Delic and Psyche ran around using their towels as capes, and flaunting their naked glory while Shizuo chased them, and Hibiya was assisted by Izaya in putting on lotion and choosing night clothes. Tsugaru prepared himself and got Psyche to calm down long enough for Shizuo to grab him and begin getting him to prepare for bed. Delic walked over to Izaya to get dressed by him.

By the time nine rolled around, everyone was in bed clothes and in their respected bunk beds. After a round of good nights, Izaya left the door slightly open and he and Shizuo went downstairs. Izaya went to finish his little bit of work while Shizuo went to take a shower. When Shizuo got out, Izaya was walking into their shared bed room, rubbing his eyes tiredly and traded places with the blonde. Shizuo slipped into bed tossing the towel at some random place of the room, knowing he would be scolded for it if Izaya saw it. At the moment he didn't care, as he listened to the sounds of the shower and Izaya ringing his cloth out. Eyes clothes he concentrated his senses on those sounds, and was slightly disappointed when the squeaking of the faucet quieted any noise. It was a while before Izaya emerged in his bed clothes and crawled in next to his lover. Large arms wrapped around the smaller and pulled him close.

Izaya traced a pattern on Shizuo's chest. He hummed lightly at the thought of asking Shizuo how he felt about incest but pushed it aside as he'd felt Shizuo's breath go into a light regulated rhythm. The informant closed his eyes and pushed the thought from his mind as he fell into the same rhythm as Shizuo.