Breakfast smells sweeter than Shizuo has ever smelt it before. Rubi's on his lap, being bounced as Shizuo gives Izaya a weary stare from the seat at the table. It's strange, seeing the informant dance around his kitchen, humming some shitty tune that doesn't seem to make any sense- but nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Not when there was a kid on his lap, a Flea knowing his kitchen better than he did, and the strange fluttery feeling in his chest.
Shizuo doesn't know if he likes it or not.
By the time there's a stack of pancakes beside him, Rubi's attention is on a bright, plastic like spoon and chewing it. Izaya sits across from him, hands clasped together as he grins widely. Shizuo glances at the raven, then down at his kid before glancing back up at him. "What?"
"Nothing, Shizu-chan," Izaya sighs, leans back. Fingers untwine from eachother, and two bony arms cross over his chest. Izaya's legs are crossed, and if Shizuo looks down, he can see the expansion of pale flesh, ignores a stinging heat on his cheeks as his eyes darken, flicker upwards and catches sight of Izaya's thighs. When he looks back up, Izaya is still grinning. "Yes?"
"Nothing." Shizuo snaps, mocking the other; "put some damn clothes on. Where are yours?" Izaya doesn't respond right away, standing upwards and moving over to the blond, who tenses. It takes him a deep inhale,holding his breath, before Izaya reaches and takes Rubi from his arms.
"Ruined!" Izaya gasps, bouncing the infant playfully all the while, keeping on hand against a tiny head to balance it. Rubi begins to giggle, arms jerking in tune of the movements he seems to enjoy. "Mini-Monster threw up all over it." Shizuo tsks. He's already pouring a ocean of syrup on the pancakes, stomach grumbling as he manages to cut a piece off with his fork.
"Maybe ya shouldn't bounce him like that then," Shizuo says, swallowing the extra dosed sugary pancake, licking his lips as he tilts his head back to watch Izaya brush away brown locks on Rubi's head. "He throws up when he's moved alot."
"Shizu-chan should've told me sooner." Izaya mumbles, pausing in his bouncing. Rubi stares upwards at the informant, shakes his arms and presses the slobbered spoon against Izaya's mouth. "Yeck-!"
I'm sorry, Shizuo!
The words from Celty still make Shizuo sigh, even if it's been five minutes since the conversation via phone. Flips his phone shut. Open. Shut. Open. He has work to do, realized it when his phone vibrates brightly from a text, a reminder from Tom that they would be meeting up a bit later than usual. Perhaps, that was why Celty couldn't come pick up Rubi-
-but Izaya is still dressed in his damn shirt. Lounging on his couch like he owns the damn place, and Shizuo can't kick him out just yet, for some unknown reason. Everytime he looks over, his body heats up and he dubs it as hatred and rather not try to push his patience just yet, not with Rubi oohing up a storm everytime Izaya hides his face between his hands then peeks out, sticking his tongue out playfully.
"Oi," Shizuo's hovering over the two, hands shoved into his pockets and lips curled into a scowl that almost braks when Rubi looks at him and smiles. Izaya's eyes are wide, etched in innocence and whatever the fuck Izaya thought he could be. "I have to go to work, get out."
"And leave Mini-Shizu-chan all alone? Tsk, such a bad father you are." Shizuo's brow twitches. He reached down and grabs at the raven's shoulder; earns a gasp that makes him grin wider than he should as Izaya's back slams against his front. "Ah, Shizu-chan, not infront of the baby!"
Shizuo growls, deep bitter and pissed. Rubi jumps, face looks startled before it flushes deep red and fuck he's crying. Izaya begins to laugh and it's all too much- "Fucking damnit, Izaya-" Shizuo starts, shoves the raven away and tries to comfort the sobbing infant. It takes ten minutes. He ends up texting Tom, i'll be late, mutters about how irritating Fleas are but there's a hand on his shoulder.
Rubs at the back of his neck, causing Shizuo to deeply inhale. His head lolls to one side, patting Rubi whose settled into hiccups and slobbering all over his vest, though, Shizuo doesn't mind. Especially not with the hand persistently digging into his muscle in what should've been a more pleasurable feeling. It's not bad, not all good but eases some stress. He forgets the hand belongs to Izaya, eyes sliding shut as he relaxes.
"He's asleep, Shizuo." It's the first time in weeks that Shizuo has heard his name being said from the other. Golden hues open, slow but surely he's now staring at the amused informant. "It's a bit early, ne?"
"It's fine," a gruff response as Shizuo rolls his shoulders to get Izaya off. The Flea doesn't remove his hand, instead slides it lower to the middle of the brutes back. "Izaya."
"Shizu-chan." Izaya breathes, soft as his lids lower. Eyes shut as a content hm escapes the back of his throat. Shizuo finds himself swallowing hard, just as Izaya leans closer. That hand moving back upwards, sliding to his arm and gripping white fabric as Shizuo shifts. Away, away from Izaya.
"I have to go to work," Shizuo repeats. "I can't trust you-"
"We have a truce," Izaya cuts off. Tone dry as his arms hold out. Fingers curved in what would be called a give it motion. "I am a man of my word."
It takes another five minutes to hand Rubi over. It takes seven minutes to detach himself from the home, ignoring the curling heat within his groin when Izaya moves from the couch, bends over to grab the blankets strewn across the floor; it's more legs and thighs, but then a pert ass hugged by briefs.
Eight minutes, to push away lewd thoughts.
Another ten, to get to the meeting point with Tom. By then, Shizuo's gut feeling of this truce has worsened tenfold. He makes the choice of ignoring it- to trust the one percent.
