Izaya leaned back and laughed, "So you think you can come in here and tell me what to do?"

"No…"

That caused the man to pause, only to begin laughing harder. "Oh~ now this is priceless. I didn't think you were one to resort to begging," he smiled sardonically at the ex-bartender. "Nevertheless, it would be mean of me to not hear you out."

Something slammed against his chest and Izaya stopped laughed as the world went to darkness. "I said I wouldn't come here to tell you what to do, but I never said I wouldn't come in here to demand you do something."

Stupid Shizu-chan, that's the same thing…

~.~

"Tsu-chan~" Psyche cuddled up against the blond's side and nuzzled deeper into the man's chest, the blue fabric wrapped around them both. The man looked down and smiled at him, kissing his forehead softly.

"Hopefully Tsukishima and Delic will get here soon."

"Yeah, they can take their time." Psyche practically beamed eternal joy at the blue-clad man. "As long as I have my Tsu-chan~!"

"I'm gonna vomit." Izaya glowered at them as he squirmed on his desk. He winced in pain and Shizuo laughed loudly, earning one hell of a death glare aimed at him.

"Vomit on your desk, Flea."

"I really don't care if Hibi-chan and Delic are in a lovers' quarrel. More power to them."

"I-za-ya~" Shizuo looked over at him and oh so subtly sent a hand up the informant's back, sending chills over the man.

"Rape is illegal in all countries, Shizu-chan."

"I don't remember offering to fuck you."

Izaya pouted, "so mean~"

"Remember I hold the remote for that device, Izaya."

Izaya blinked at him, "device…" Slowly, the true nature of his capture became apparent. Crimson eyes grew wider in horror of what was in him. "You stuck a… Shizu-chan! That's inhumane!"

"You deserve it."

"What happens when it goes off, hmm? Am I supposed to just collapse onto the table?"

Shizuo snickered, "You could always beg-"

"Fuck off."

"With that vibrator in you, you'll cum long before I will."

Psyche yawned loudly and wrapped his arms around Tsugaru. "I'm so sleepy, Tsu-chan~"

"You go ahead and take a nap."

"Are you sure?" Psyche looked up at him worryingly, "I don't want to bother you or hit you in my sleep or anything."

Tsugaru smiled down at him softly, "I wouldn't mind. Go to sleep, Psy-chan."

The pink-headphone wearing man shut his eyes and leaned into the warm blond and quickly drifted off to sleep.

"Shizu-chan~ These handcuffs are too tight!" Izaya whined, "I'm losing circulation!"

"You don't need circulation, louse."

"Ne, ne. Shizu-chan~ I have masterpieces to write with these hands. Humans to call, things to grab, words to type. It wouldn't be any fun if I were unable to do such things."

"Shut up, Flea. No one cares." Shizuo lit a cigarette and earned a horrified gasp before another death glare.

"That is not a cigarette in my house."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, fucking Flea."

"Throw that shit in the trash. I can smell it from here."

Shizuo purposely blew smoke into the man's face and Izaya coughed, "Bastard."

"Only when there's a flea in the area."

Tsugaru sighed at their bickering and heard the door being knocked. The duo paused and Shizuo untied Izaya, giving him a dark grin. "Remember the deal, Flea."

"Go rot in hell, Shizu-chan."

"Aren't you atheist?"

"I believe in Norse mythology, Shizu-chan." Izaya walked over to the door and threw it open, smirking at the two guests. "Moshi moshi!"

Delic threw the informant a wicked grin and pulled a wandering away Tsuki into the place. "Hello, Izaya-san~ Clearly Tsugaru has good taste."

Izaya winked at the host, smirking more. "We are a rare species. Gods."

"Mhmm." Delic didn't miss the dark aura emancipating from his brother on the informant's desk. Tsugaru nudged the bundle in his arms and Psyche woke up, yawning.

"Did I miss something?"

"Psy-chan. The others are here."

"Thanks Tsu-chan!" Psyche hugged him and smiled over to Delic and Tsukishima. "See? I told you he was great!"

Delic laughed, "You could have told me it was my brother."

"I didn't know." Psyche puffed out his cheeks in frustration and nuzzled into Tsugaru's chest.

"I-za-ya~" Shizuo's growl roamed the apartment as the others looked to find the informant sneaking away.

"Just have to take care of something. Will only take a moment."

"Touch it and I'm throwing it on its highest setting." Shizuo's hand went into his pocket and Izaya glared at him.

"Fuck you."

"The love's mutual, Izaya-kun~" Shizuo drawled, smirking at his own ingenuity.

"Bastard." Izaya sighed before smiling at Delic, "Wanna help make some food?"

"Nope."

The informant pouted, "not even a little?"

"Nope." Delic pulled out a cigarette and Izaya caught the ex-bartender heading quietly towards the kitchen. Hmm… Wha- Izaya-san?" Delic looked down as Izaya threw his arms around the host and smirked into his jacket.

"Yes?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Greeting one of my guests-"

"What the hell is going on?" The room turned to find one very lost Roppi and Hibiya standing in the doorway. Roppi, already with one shoes off, looked at them in disapproval. Hibiya…

Fists clenched and face averted, Hibiya stomped down the hallway towards his bedroom, causing the informant to giggle evilly, "he's jealous~"

Roppi sighed, "We're really going to push this, aren't we?"

"Push what?" Tsuki looked about the room, his attention finally grabbed.

"Those idiots are trying to play matchmaker… again, I might add." Roppi sighed and grabbed Tsukishima, "Since you seem to be the only one here who isn't trying anything, come on. I need to make dinner and it appears the others want to fight."

"Uh- o-okay. I'm Tsukishima."

"Hachimenroppi."

"H-hachimenroppi, that's a cool name." Tsuki smiled and something passed over the man's face before he quickly led the man out of the room.

"…WHAT THE HELL?" Delic glared at the four and narrowed his gaze, "So this wasn't about hooking Tsukishima up with someone?"

Izaya laughed, "the only one available for that idiot is Roppi and that's about as possible as me and Shizu-chan."

Psyche pouted, "Deli-chan~ We're all worried-"

"I'm not worried." Izaya pointed out.

Shizuo shrugged from where he stood next to the door, lighting another cigarette, "I only care because Tsugaru asked me for help."

Tsugaru sighed, "…"

Psyche looked around the room and frowned more, "we care~"

Delic laughed, "They're always like this, Psy-chan. You think you know this damn family. These two," he pointed at Shizuo and Izaya, "can't confess an ongoing love of one another while 'Tsu-chan'," and the utmost mockery was used, "probably hasn't told you that he used to be in a relationship with a kimono-clad brunet named Sakuraya."

Izaya burst out laughing at that while Psyche looked at Tsugaru in question. "How priceless," the informant pulled away from the host and went over to his desk, sitting down behind it. "And so a truth comes out. Perhaps I should invite Sakuraya to return from being a houseservant in Europe."

Tsugaru averted his gaze, ashamed.

Delic remained in ire before the group, "how does it feel, to have your own failure set before you?"

Izaya clapped, "you put the lovey-dovey couple in their place. Well done, but can you live with yourself I wonder?"

Delic turned, "I don't have to." He started towards the door, hands shaking in anger before a voice spoke up in the room.

"Get the fuck back here!"

Everyone paused as Psyche sat up in Tsugaru's lap and clutched his Tsu-chan to him.

"Psyche…"

"I wasn't going anywhere…" Izaya slid back into his computer chair as Shizuo caught sight of him.

Psyche glared at him, actually glared. "I don't care that you have had problems with your brothers and that you don't feel like you fit in. I don't fit in with my brothers either, but Tsu-chan makes me happy. He could have dated that scary Tom-chan and I would still love him." The man smiled and hugged Tsugaru tight, "I don't want to live without my Tsu-chan anymore. He makes me feel wanted and loved."

Delic clenched his fists and forced himself to sit down. "Fine… I'll stay for dinner, but I'm gone when the last plate's clean."

"Okay."

An egg covered Roppi walked back in and sighed, "I might have screwed up dinner, we're ordering sushi."

Izaya frowned and looked to find Tsuki coming out. The boy smiled shyly, "he s-said to t-toss the eggs…"

The informant laughed a minute before ordering food. "Deli-chan, we leave getting Hibiya to you."

"Fuck off, you can tell the asswipe to get in here."

Psyche smiled, "I'll get him!"

~.~

"Hibi-chan~"

Hibiya glared at his reflection before turning to see the pink-clad boy running in. "What?"

"Hibi-chan! I brought you some water." Psyche set the glass down before sitting himself.

"What," the prince repeated, fixating on his hair and crown.

"I love Tsu-chan."

"You're turning into a filthy peasant."

Psyche's smile remained, "do you love Deli-chan?"

"No."

"Why not? He loves you."

Hibiya coughed a bit and purposely dropped a book on the floor. "Peasant! Look what you did! Pick it up!"

Psyche immediately bent down and picked it up, his magenta gaze calm as ever, "Deli-chan really loves you."

"I don't care. He's a worthless, filthy peasant."

"But-"

"Don't care. If that's all, you may leave me."

"Dinner will be here in five minutes," Psyche shut his eyes and pouted. "We're having a family dinner since Tsu-chan and I want to eat with our families."

"That's stupid." Hibiya resumed his tweaking with his outfit and sipped his water.

"You look dehydrated." With that, Psyche left.

Hibiya glared at his reflection as Delic's word for him repeated itself through his head, asswipe.

"Filthy commoner…"

You look dehydrated. Hibiya downed the rest of the water and stared at his reflection before turning to go handle the pathetic plebeian dinner.

~.~

A/N: You know, I must love you guys. I'm writing at a terrible time of day. I have to work in five hours and haven't slept in three days. Yeah, messed up stuff. I'm sleeping now. Night.

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