Younger siblings

If there was one thing he had learned, in the time they had been together, it was that with the flea, things moved fast. When he decided he wanted something, he went for it. Just like a year ago, when it had taken less than a month to break and seduce him. Now they were sitting at home, after his nightmare day with a hangover, discussing their engagement. Once he finished his dinner, he sat back on the sofa. Where as he wanted to wait, the flea wanted to bind them together as quickly as possible, probably so he didn't get cold feet.

"I was thinking next year." Mr god complex looked at him like he had kicked a puppy. "Why so long? I can get everything arranged within a month." The blond sighed. "I think it's better to wait, let the news settle. I haven't met your family yet and mine don't even know."

"Shizu-chan!" His fiancé was whining clinging to him, stupid disagreements like this usually were never solved, he always found himself underneath Izaya, in an attempt to disarm him and change his mind. And mostly he did, not this time though, it was one of the most important situations in his life and not one he wanted to rush. So when his sly lover, looked at him with a promising gaze, resting his palm on his chest, slowly moving it lower, he grabbed the other's wrist, fixing him with a serious look. "Don't, Izaya I'm not budging on this." Crimson eyes darkened, the other hand moving along his back. Letting out a sigh, he picked his lover up with ease, dropping him on the floor."Ow, Shizu-chan! What was that for?"

"Let me know when you're ready to talk." Standing from the sofa, he jogged up the stairs, closing the bedroom door behind him. Izaya wasn't getting his own way, not this time. Resting against the covers, he closed his eyes. It wasn't long before the door was open, his inconsiderate fiancé striding in and bouncing on top of the bed. "Are you sulking? Protozoan."

Shizuo cracked an eye open glaring up into the flea hovering over him. "No. I'm waiting for you to gain common sense." Brushing off quick hands he rolled over, hearing a sigh. "What about three months?" He didn't bother opening his eyes, giving a quick shake of his head. "Four? Come on Shizu-chan, why do you want to wait?"

"Why do you want to rush it?" Looking behind him he met crimson eyes, waiting for an answer. "You might change your mind." The blond raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue. "You could grow to hate me." Shizuo rolled back over sitting up. "That's stupid, flea. I hated you in the beginning, I hated you when you were playing your mind games. But I was the one that agreed to stay with you."

"Ne, Shizu-chan. Remember you promised." The flea was smirking at him and that in itself was creepy enough. "Eight months and that's as early as I'll go." Once again he slapped away the wandering hand. "Eight months it is." At least that was settled. "Are you sure you don't want to wear a dress?" Growling he threw the annoyance from the bed, aiming a pillow at his face. "I'm going to take a bath." He made it to the bathroom door, unable to close the door as Izaya slipped in, slender arms wrapping around his waist. "Let's bathe together." That one he had no chance of winning.

Mr god complex was already undoing the buttons on his shirt, his fingers working quickly. "I can do that myself." He turned away as Izaya moved incredibly close, centimetres away from him. "You were saying?" He couldn't stop the shiver that ran through him. "At least run the tap. Damn flea."

He was given a brief moment of peace, as Izaya stepped over to the bath, putting the plug in and turning on the taps. "Would Shizu-chan like bubble bath and a rubber duckie?" He shot him a heated glare, that would burn a normal person. However Mr god complex grinned taking it in his stride, pissing him off even further. "Shut it, flea." He took his eyes off of his fiancé to watch the water rise, a big mistake on his part. No sooner had he let his guard down, he found himself already caught. For each step the lust filled flea took, he took one back. He let out a curse as his back hit the wall.

Shizuo gasped, warm lips brushing and nibbling his own. He jolted in shock as cold water hit him, making him realise he had been backed into the shower, the glass door was still open. The cold spray spilled over both of them, soaking him through. His shirt became see through, clinging to him like a second skin. His pants and boxers were in the same state. They would be a bitch to remove. "Fuck, that's cold. Turn it off." Unfortunately the flea was focused on grinding their growing erections together, to pay much attention to anything else.

Long, slim fingers trailed down his side, playing with the waistband of his pants. Their lips bumped against each other, he threw his head back, the flea's hand sliding into his boxers, taking hold of his cock. "Damn it, Izaya. You're getting water everywhere." Another series of kisses, were placed along his throat and along his jaw, licking, biting and sucking. That sinful tongue, brushed against his lips, coaxing them open, diving deep into his mouth. Screw it. His arms wrapped around the flea's neck, while Mr God complex finally shut the water off.

The glass door closed behind them, the flea tweaking his nipples, that stood out through his soaked shirt. "Izaya, the bath." Crimson eyes snapped up to him, narrowing in irritation. He could feel those fingers leaving him slowly and reluctantly. "Fine." He was left leaning against the wall and panting as he watched his lover, finish filling the bath. "Shizu-chan, get in or you'll catch a cold." Easy for him to say, every movement pulled at the tent in his boxers, removing his shirt was easy. Trying to peel his pants off was another story altogether.

His skin had become cold to the touch, if he got ill he would kill his damn fiancé. "A little help?" The flea grinned at him, helping him out of his clothes. The blond shivered, climbing into the bath and sinking down into the hot water. Relaxing himself completely, he let the water warm him.

There was rustling next to the bath as his lover undressed, pushing him forward, so he could climb in and settle behind him. "Don't try anything." He didn't have to see Izaya's face to know he was smirking with a glint in his eye. "Me? You wound me, Shizu-chan." He caught the first wandering hand, using the wash cloth to slap Izaya in the face. "Hands off!"

It didn't stop slim arms wrapping innocently around his stomach, or the breath against his neck. Or the feeling of something hot prodding his lower back. "Shouldn't you take care of that?" His gaze dropped to his own erection standing to attention. "I'll deal with it when you leave me in peace." The sigh behind him tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. "Shizu-chan is so mean. You never let me watch you touch yourself." He should have kept an eye on that hand, slim, wet fingers wrapped around him, touching him in just the right way, he already knew he was lost.

A scowling Shizuo stormed from the bathroom wincing at the movement. "I said no, you damn flea!" A smug Izaya followed behind him, he would love to wipe that smirk off his face. "Are you sure Shizu-chan? You were saying yes quite a lot." His face flamed at the memory, quickly getting changed into his pyjamas. "Maybe I should ask Kasuka to buy me a chastity belt?" He mumbled the question, not expecting the flea to hear it. "That hurts, Shizu-chan." He shook his head, leaving the room. "Right, I'm not falling for that again." The flea followed behind him, taking a seat next to him on the sofa.

Shizuo reached for the remote, lying on the coffee table, from the corner of his eye he could see the flea with a small pad of paper, tapping a pen against his lips, glad he was doing some semblance of work, he turned back to the large screen, watching what looked like it was going to be a martial arts film. It was only five minutes in so he hadn't missed much.

Next to him he heard the sound of the pen scratching across the paper, followed by a ripping and rustling. He watched the ball of paper fly across the room, landing with perfect aim, in the waste paper bin, by the flea's desk. It happened twice more, distracting him from his movie, before he asked. "What are you doing?" Crimson eyes glimpsed up at him before going back to the page. "Something important." He watched as the pen moved across the page. "To do with work?" Mr god complex usually didn't do anything to do with work, once they got home. "No."

His curiosity got the better of him, looking away from the film. "What are you doing then?" That smirk made him regret asking, even as the pad was handed to him. "I'm writing our wedding vows." Oh. Well that wasn't a bad thing.

I Shizuo Heiwajima aka Shizu-chan take you Izaya Orihara to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, to give into all your demands, including sexual ones. To forever stay by your side until death do as part.

His eye twitched as he read what the damn flea had put down. "Izaya, You've written my part." His fiancé nodded, resting his head on his shoulder. "I know how shy you can get, so I wrote them for you." The blond shook his head. "I'm not saying this." Quick fingers removed the pad before he could rip it up. "Of course it's not final, I think it needs to be longer." Letting out a sigh, he flicked Izaya's forehead, not surprised when it was shrugged off. If he had done it to anyone else, they would be in tears and most likely have a cracked forehead. "I'll write my own. You write yours."

"Where's the fun in that?" Shizuo shrugged. "You're the one who wants to have our own vows." Knowing he wouldn't be able to get into the film, he pushes the button on the remote, turning off the tv. "I'm going to bed, goodnight Izaya." Giving him a quick kiss, he made his way up to the bedroom. It wasn't long before he was sound asleep.

The next morning, he opened his eyes to see Izaya still sleeping next to him, slightly confused he glanced at the time. Shit. "Wake up, we're going to be late!" Loosening the arms around his waist, he tried to wake the nuisance up. Sleepy crimson blinked up at him. "Hm? Morning Shizu-chan."

"How long did you stay up last night? We're going to be late." Fingers tangled in his hair as we was pulled down, into a heated kiss. The blond pulled away, saliva connecting their lips a thin line. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he slid off the bed out of his fiancé's reach. "I'm the boss, I can't be late." He watched as the flea got out of bed anyway. "I'm not, I can't be late." Taking his clothes from the wardrobe he lay them out on the bed. "You're with me today, Shizu-chan. Your work doesn't start until I get there." Well he hadn't known that.

It still wasn't the point, removing his top and pants on the way to the bathroom, he stepped into the glass shower, closing the door behind him, already switching on the water. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he squeezed some into his hand, quickly scrubbing it into his hair. He paused in his movements, seeing that the blond was fading, he would need to re dye it pretty soon, especially if he was meeting the flea's parents. Cursing as he got shampoo in his eyes, he fumbled for the wash cloth. Hearing bottles clatter from the shelf, falling to the floor. This is what he got for rushing around.

He heard rather than saw Izaya, the bathroom door unlocking, the glass door squeaked as it opened. "So clumsy, Shizu-chan. Be careful where you step." He tried to open his eyes, wincing as they stung. "Pass me a cloth." Holding out his hand, he waited until the cloth was placed in his hands, already scrubbing the shampoo from his eyes.

Opening his still sore eyes, the blond glanced down at his feet, seeing the fallen bottles. Most of the things he used were in plastic, there were a few glass bottles that belonged to Izaya though, that now lay smashed at his feet. Making sure he didn't move, he finished his shower, before attempting to step out. "Don't move, silly protozoan." Mr god complex stood outside the shower door, crouching down and picking up the pieces of glass. "Now you can leave. Throw this in the bin." Still watching where he was going, Shizuo left the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack, before taking the bag. "Thanks."

By the time the flea was out of the shower, he was dressed and done with his toast. He blinked again, his eyes still feeling sore. Bringing up the edge of his palm, he rubbed his eyes. "Still stings?" He opened one eye, hoping the other hadn't noticed him jump. "Hold still." He did as he was told, his eyes closed, the blond felt something wet against his eyelid. "What are you doing?" The wet feeling vanished, opening his eyes, he found himself looking at his grinning fiancé. "Better?" In reply Shizuo picked up one of slices of toast, shoving it into his lover's mouth.

Trying to ignore the wetness on his eyelids, Shizuo took a seat on the sofa, remembering the feeling if Izaya's tongue against his eyelids. "Shizu-chan, lets go." Coffee eyes blinked, hadn't he given the flea his toast less than a minute ago?

As expected they turned up later than everyone else, the smoking area and outside of the building were empty. Skipping his morning cigarette, he walked beside Izaya to the lift. There were no problems today and it didn't take long for them to reach Mr god complex's office. The first thing he did was step into the kitchen, filling up the kettle. It didn't escape his notice, it was obvious the flea had no sleep last night, his eyes weren't as alert as they usually were, beside the fact he seemed a little irritated.

Holding the mug in his hand, he carried the hot drink to Izaya's desk, setting it down in front of him. "Now you're getting it." Shaking his head, he turned away. "Shut up and drink it." Sitting down he waited for the computer to load, so he could see what he had to deal with. No doubt the flea had left everything to him. He was right. While the morning announcement was made, Shizuo opened his emails. Surprisingly there were replies to the job offer he had sent out. Four replies, opening the attached documents, he printed all four cvs.

Two male and two female. Shock ran through him as he looked at the third one. Mikado Ryugamine. His eyes flickered to the CCTV screens, watching a certain blond at his desk. The blond had quit school and it looked like the raven haired teen was trying to do the same. Folding the piece of paper up and slipping it into his pocket, he handed the remaining three to Izaya. "What are these?" As if he didn't know. "Job applicants." Neither of them said anything else, it was an unspoken agreement that he would remain between both jobs, until Izaya found someone else.

As he worked, going through emails, either dealing with them or forwarding them to the correct department. His fingers froze on the keys, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He was too late answering, the vibration stopping. One missed call and one text message from Kasuka. I'll be back in Ikebukuro at the end of the week. See you then nii-San.

His eyes widened staring at the screen. At the end of the week the two of them would meet up again face to face, they would need to discuss his evolved relationship with Izaya. Hopefully by then his younger brother would accept the flea as his future brother in law. Putting his phone away, he carried on working, not mentioning anything to his fiancé just yet. He didn't need to know everything and besides, knowing the flea he would sneak a look at his phone later.

When the time on his computer changed to noon, he locked his computer. "I'm going to lunch." Mr god complex looked up from his desk. "Cake doesn't count as lunch, Shizu-chan." Shrugging his shoulders, he opened the door. "Neither does your addiction to ootoro."

As usual he met up with the rest of his team, Karisawa welcoming him with a hug. The five of them crossed the street, something telling him he was being watched, looking behind him he saw no one was there. It happened again while they were ordering, his body tensed hands gripping the edge of the table. Once again there was no one there. Slowly letting go of the wood, he picked up the menu, wondering which cake he should get.

While everyone else was ordering, he shot a glance at Kida, drawing attention from the blond teen. "I'm going for a smoke." Kida followed close behind him. "You want to talk?" Shizuo nodded, that feeling was back again. "I know how close you and Ryugamine are." He noticed the blush appearing on the teen's cheeks. "I thought you should see this first." Removing the folded paper from his pocket he handed it over, to the confused blond. "There's a job offer out to be Izaya's P.A. That cv was emailed in."

He could see the pure shock on the teen's face. So he hadn't known anything about it. "Izaya hasn't seen it." The younger blond nodded. "Thanks. I'll talk to him. This isn't what I wanted." A movement caught the corner of his eye. "Shizuo?" He knew someone was watching him. "I'll be a couple of minutes." Narrowing down the gaze he felt, Shizuo headed in that direction. He stopped in front of a small wall, seeing two girls, crouched behind it. "Why are you watching me?"

They looked young, both of them looked identical. Twins? He got a closer look when they both stepped from behind the wall. Both were wearing long hoodies and a skirt, one yellow with small dog ears. The other was green and had cat ears.

Both girls had brunette hair, the one in yellow wore glasses, her eyes bright. The one in green seemed the quieter of the two. It was the one in yellow that spoke. "Tall, blond hair. You fit the description. You're Shizuo-San, right?" The blond narrowed his eyes at the two. "How do you know that?" The one in yellow smiled. "See Kuru-nee, I was right." The one in green nodded, studying him but saying nothing. "We wanted to meet you. I'm Mairu and this is my sister Kururi."

Where had he heard those names before? He was sure someone had mentioned them. His phone vibrated in his pocket, this time he answered it straight away, expecting his brother. Shizu-chan. Izaya? "Why are you calling?" It unnerved him, that both girls were staring at him. I just got a call from my mother, she seems to think my younger sisters will come and see you. Ah, now he could see the resemblance.

"One quiet and one talkative? Yellow and green hoodies?" He was met with silence on the other end. He opened his mouth to ask again. Yes, that's them. Where are you? Where else was he going to be? "I'm standing outside." The phone went dead, he knew he didn't have long until Izaya came out. Running a hand through his hair, he looked down at the pair. "So have either of you eaten. Receiving his answer, Shizuo led the twins into the restaurant where his work mates were receiving their orders.

Next:- Early meeting