Week 14

"I think it would be a lot less noticeable if I put on some weight." Masaomi placed a hand on his stomach, which had been consistently growing over the past few weeks.

"Your metabolism is fast. Since you're practically a teenager, you can eat anything you want, whenever you want, and won't get much heavier. Besides, Shinra, Celty, and I are the only ones who will see you this way. Why are you concerned about showing?"

"I don't know…"

Izaya removed the boy's shirt and touched his belly. "Do you think that I care?"

"Don't you?"

The informant kissed his cheek. "How could this possibly bother me? You're with child, and I know that. If anything, this bump is a reminder that we'll soon be building a family of our own."

Kida kissed the man, smiling against his lips. Izaya had just lowered him onto his back when the door swung open. The raven instinctively moved to shield the boy, both from view and danger. He felt the blond latch onto his shoulders as he hid behind the man, peering over him to look at the intruder.

Masaomi's entire body tensed. "M-Mikado? What are you doing here?"

The Dollar's leader shut the door and took a few steps forward, trying to get a good look at his friend, displeased when Izaya moved to prevent it.

"Orihara-san, let him go. I'm prepared to make an offer for his freedom."

The elder male chuckled. "Freedom? Why are you so quick to assume Masaomi is under captivity? He's here by choice; I'm not forcing him to stay."

"I don't believe you. Kida, I—"

"He's right."

"…" Mikado faltered. "What?"

"I'm here because… Izaya and I are dating."

The boy paused. "If that's true, why are you hiding your body? Is he abusing you?"

"No, that's not it," he said quietly.

"Then let me see you."

"Would you like to tell him? I'm assuming he knows it's possible, considering your strong friendship. If you think he can keep it secret—" Izaya began to suggest.

"Shut up," he hissed. "I can't tell him."

"Tell me what?"

Izaya placed a hand over Kida's. "Masaomi, now that he knows you're here, he'll keep coming back until he learns the truth. It will become more difficult to conceal as time passes."

Shaking, the younger male whispered something into the informant's ear. Slowly, Izaya shifted so Kida was in front of him.

Mikado tilted his head as he looked at his friend's abdomen. His face paled. "Is that…some kind of tumor?"

"No…"

"Well, what is it?"

"She. Don't call her 'it.'"

"Kida, what's going on?"

"I'm pregnant."

Izaya watched Mikado closely as he rubbed his lover's back, prepared to throw him out of the apartment if he upset Masaomi. He noticed that the boy was no longer trembling, and was slightly content in knowing that his boyfriend's lack of fear was due to his support. He wanted the younger male to be able to depend on him, and feeling safe when he was around was an important part of that.

"So, all of that stuff about your organs is true?"

"Did you think I was lying?"

Mikado raised his hands defensively. "No, no. That's not what I meant." He cleared his throat. "Kida, is Orihara-san the father?"

"Yes." The couple looked at the outsider, wondering how he would react. It was exactly as Izaya had predicted.

"Why him? There are so many people out there, better than him. And you're so young…"

"This wasn't, um… There was…"

Mikado scoffed. "So, this wasn't planned? Figures he wouldn't have the decency to wear a—"

"Mikado!" Blood rushed to the blond's face. "I didn't tell him about all of this beforehand. He didn't know."

The youngest boy furrowed his brows. "Kida, that was very irre—"

Izaya interrupted. "If you have nothing supportive to say, please leave. You aren't welcome in our home if you're going to scold him or insult our family. We are both very excited to be having this child, and plan to happily raise her together. If you can't accept that, you'll never see Masaomi again." He glared at Mikado.

"Kida… Do you really want this—to be with him?"

Masaomi balled his fists. "I agree with Izaya. If you're going to insult him or us, go away and don't come back. We love each other and this child. We don't need anyone in our lives that doesn't support us wholeheartedly."

"Your parents—"

"Adore Izaya," Masaomi interrupted. "They agree with our decision to raise her, and strongly believe that we'll both be great parents. Get out."

"W-wait! I don't like Orihara-san, and it will take a long time for me to believe that he won't hurt you, but I support you, Kida. I support your choices."

Masaomi was silent for a while, thinking. "I won't cut off contact with you, but I don't want to hear you speak negatively about the father of my child. He's been nothing but helpful and understanding throughout this pregnancy: dealing with my mood swings, making sure I get the best care, and being everything I need in a partner. He may not be a very moral and 'good' person, and he's hurt me greatly in the past, but he treats me well now. I don't care about his job and fucked up hobbies, or what he does to other people. He's a loving partner, and that's the only thing that matters to me." He turned his head and pecked Izaya's lips. "Please leave now. He's been very busy lately, and I want to make the most of this precious time I have with him."

Mikado nodded. "Okay. Sorry for the intrusion." He awkwardly bowed and left.

Izaya walked to the door and locked it. "I turned off the security lock for this floor, since I own it, but I'll keep it on from now on. I'm sorry I was so careless to leave the door unlocked. Your safety is my priority." He returned to the couch and ran his fingers through his lover's hair, smiling softly. "Now, where were we? Ah, I remember now…" He smiled mischievously as he pulled Masaomi onto his lap and kissed him deeply, rubbing his inner thigh.

The boy pulled away after a while. "Um, Izaya… How are we supposed to, you know…with this in the way?" he asked, blushing as he placed a hand on his belly.

"It's not that big. But I suppose missionary won't be comfortable for either of us. Doggy style or leapfrog should be fine."

Masaomi blushed deeper. "O-okay."

Izaya grinned and touched the younger male's cheek. "Are you horny, darling?"

"Well, kind of…"

Izaya's smirk widened. "I'll get some condoms and lubricant." He went to his desk and returned with the items mentioned. "All right. Do you want to do doggy style?" When he saw a nod, he began to remove the clothes from both of them. The informant waited for Masaomi to get into position, and then put the condoms on.

"Actually, I'm really horny, so can you skip prep today?"

"Sure. I'm craving it as well." He coated his stiff member in lubricant, grabbed the boy's hips, and slowly pushed in. "Relax, Masaomi. You know it will hurt more if you tense up like this." Once he felt muscles relax around him, he slid in the rest of the way. He rubbed his lover's lower back. "Tell me when you're ready."

Masaomi bowed his head and groaned from the intense mixture of pain and pleasure. "Go ahead, I'm fine." He let out a whiny moan when he felt Izaya thrusting in and out of him at a moderate pace. "Go f-faster." He moaned louder when his request was fulfilled, moving his hips in tune to Izaya's speed.

The man shuddered, gripping tighter onto Masaomi as he angled his hips so his tip brushed against his lover's prostate with each thrust. He let out a few quiet moans and grunts every so often.

Since they hadn't had sex in a while, Masaomi was overexcited, and finished in about two minutes, breathing the informant's name. He felt slightly guilty when Izaya pulled out, knowing that he didn't climax. When he was pulled onto the man's lap, he took off both of their condoms, threw them away, and got on his knees between Izaya's legs. He looked up when he felt a hand touch his cheek.

"You don't have to do anything. I don't need to climax every time we have sex. I enjoyed it, and don't need further—hnn!" He was cut off by his own moan when he felt a hand stroking his shaft and a tongue circling his tip. He looked down and buried his fingers in the blond hair, panting. "Fuck… I almost forgot how good you are at blowjobs." He moaned loudly when Masaomi took his dick all the way into his throat and bobbed his head rapidly. "Oh, God! Ahh, that feels so good! I'm cumming!" Izaya breathed the boy's name as he released deep into Masaomi's throat. He looked down with eyes clouded by lust.

Masaomi blushed lightly as he swallowed and held the informant's gaze. "I should start doing this more often. I'm not horny a lot, but I've felt you sometimes getting hard lately when we cuddle or take a bath. I'm sorry I've been neglecting you."

Izaya shook his head and pulled Masaomi up, placing him beside him on the couch. "You're pregnant, Masaomi. Not being horny—or the other way around—for long stretches of time is normal, and I've been fine getting myself off. Yes, I do get aroused by small things when we don't have sex for a while, but you don't have an obligation to take care of that." He started to put his clothes on.

Masaomi also dressed. "But you take care of me so well. I want to do things for you."

Izaya sighed. "Okay, I won't discourage it as long as you know that it's not your job to keep me sexually satisfied." He smiled when Masaomi nodded. "Are you sleepy?"

"No. Actually… I'm still kind of horny." He rubbed the man's crotch and licked his lips. "I kind of need a shower." Masaomi smiled at Izaya with a gleam in his eye. "Maybe you should get in with me, and we can clean up together."

Izaya chuckled and scooped Masaomi up into his arms, also grinning. "Let's not waste any time, then. The shower awaits." He carried him into the bathroom and set him on his feet in their luxurious shower. He turned on the water to a warm temperature, and then moved to face Masaomi. "I—" He cut off when he saw his lover. Kida was looking at the older male with large, sad eyes, tears streaming down his face, hugging his arms. "Masaomi, what's wrong?" Izaya stepped forward and cupped his cheek.

Kida leaned into the touch, sniffling. "I d-don't know! I'm just…really sad s-suddenly!" he exclaimed, feeling helpless.

"Hush, now." Izaya hugged Masaomi securely, soothingly rubbing his back. "It's okay. You're just feeling a bit hormonal. You know that these pass fairly quickly. You'll feel better soon; I promise." He furrowed his brows when the boy in his arms began to shake and cry noisily. "Masaomi…?"

The younger male hugged his boyfriend tightly. "You're so good to me! I don't deserve you." He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "I don't know how you deal with me and my crazy moods without going crazy or wanting to leave me. You're so amazing!" He sniffled a few more times, and then stopped crying, just dry sobbing a few times.

Izaya smiled and kissed the top of Masaomi's head. "I'm glad you appreciate me. I love you so much, Masaomi. I will never abandon you and our child. We're a family; we'll always be together, no matter what happens."

The boy looked up and smiled with puffy eyes and a red, tear-stained face. "Okay. I love you too."

"I know." Izaya kissed Masaomi's nose. "Now, you've been stuck in this apartment for too long. We're going to wash up, get dressed, and go somewhere nice. I know the perfect place where we can be secluded and have a nice, relaxing time. How does that sound?"

"It sounds…wonderful. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Izaya grabbed the soap and grinned widely at Masaomi. "Let's begin our wonderful night."