Second meeting
"Nn, more." His fiancé obliged, taking his cock deeper into that hot mouth. As far as morning wake up calls went, this was pure heaven, although he had been taken away from a similar wet dream, the flea now had his full attention. "Spread your legs, Shizu-chan." He did as he was told, giving Izaya more room than necessary. His lover was an expert at making him writhe, making him turn to jelly, completely useless and at the crimson eyed man's mercy. "You like that?" The vibrations travelled along his length, making him shiver.
Reaching out he threaded his fingers into Izaya's soft hair, throwing his head back, that sinful tongue working miracles. "Don't tease. Nn ha! So good." Through half lidded eyes he watched his lover bob up and down, taking in every inch of him, slim fingers rolling his balls, giving his prostate outer stimulation. "Izaya stop."
The flea lifted those sharp eyes, deep crimson fixed on him. "Cum for me, Shizu-chan." And dammit didn't his tamed body listen to that order. Coming down from his high, he glanced over, feeling himself harden. He had never seen something so arousing or disgusting as Izaya swallowing his fluids. Licking his lips slowly.
"You're still not satisfied?" His flea was smirking down at him, Shizuo returned the look, lifting his foot up, gently pressing against the bulge between his lover's legs. "Looks like you aren't either." He was wide awake now and who better to match Izaya's games than himself. "Well then, we should fix that." Listening to that seductive purr, he almost came again right there and then.
The morning was pretty much lost, the bedroom door remained closed, keeping the sounds of their activities inside the room. Regrettably they had gone through another sheet, the duvet barely surviving, the pillow was beyond saving, Shizuo's hands clutching it like a life line, his head just missing the headboard as another powerful thrust sent him forward, a loud moan leaving his kiss swollen lips.
The satisfied but sore blond opened his eyes glancing over at the clock, it was nearly one o'clock. The door opened just as he was attempting to sit up. "Shizu-chan, breakfast or maybe it's lunch?" How the hell the flea had that much energy he didn't know. "Come on, eat up." Taking the plate, Shizuo lifted it quickly, as Izaya jumped onto the bed, laying beside him, arms folded above him like a pillow. "What should we do today?" He ignored that suggestive look. "I was thinking about dying my hair." His lover nodded turning over to reach under the bed, in his hand was the box of dye he used. "I'll do it for you." Someone had been busy, while he was asleep.
After he had finished his breakfast, Shizuo pulled himself out of bed, semi limping to the bathroom, the bath had already been run for him, steam rose from the water, the glass on the shower and mirror were misted up. Thick white bubbles covered the hot water. The bottle on the side of the bath was new, picking it up he read the label. Strawberry scented bubble bath, for muscle relaxation.
Did he forget his own birthday or something? Shrugging his shoulders, he closed the bathroom door, though he didn't lock it. He didn't mind sharing his bath. Stripping down, the blond tested the water, deeming it hot enough and not too hot. Climbing in he let the water slosh over him, leaving him completely submerged apart from his head, as he lay back.
Breakfast in bed and a bath, what was the flea up to now? Screw it, he had decided to give him his full trust, there were no room for doubts in his life any more. The bath was a big help, soaking into his muscles, helping him relax. The urge to fall asleep was strong, fighting it he pushed himself up reaching for the shampoo.
Draining the water, the blond wrapped the towel around his waist, letting his still damp hair drip. He was slightly surprised Izaya hadn't decided to join him like usual, maybe even a little disappointed. He found out why when he opened the door. The flea wasn't in the bedroom, when he got dressed, nor was he downstairs or in the kitchen. He must have gone out.
If it was important, Mr god complex would have left a long winded note. The fact there wasn't any meant it wasn't important. Which gave him time to do as he wanted. Switching on the television, he headed to the kitchen, gently throwing opening the door, the packet of strawberry cheesecakes cried out to him, begging to be eaten.
He took all three along with the carton of milk, once he had a spoon, he took his snacks to the sofa, laying his long legs across the sofa, his feet balanced on the arm. The cheesecake was delicious. Now all he needed was a cigarette. It was just his luck that he heard the key in the lock when he was about to get up. "Shizu-chan, I'm back." Shizuo quickly got up, throwing the empty pots and carton in the bin. "Are you still in the- oh!" He blinked in confusion, his lover never finishing his sentence, making a weird gulping noise.
"What's wrong with you?" He turned to face his fiancé, seeing those crimson eyes looking him up and down. "You're wearing the clothes I brought you." Oh, Izaya had brought him more casual clothes, along with tailored suits. Everything sat in his wardrobe barely used. He was currently wearing a long pair of jeans. They were loose around the feet, but felt a little snug around his waist.
The shirt was a black short sleeved, tailor fitted to his size. Yes, the flea had taken his measurements, not when he was asleep. He let him know he was doing it wrestling him on the bed and-. No that was a dangerous trail of thought. "It suits you." The blond raised an eyebrow in question, they were just jeans. But he knew that look, the one warning he was given that Izaya was aroused, leaving him mere minutes before he was pushed against the nearest piece of furniture. "Flea, weren't you going to do my hair for me?" He received a blink in reply, Izaya taking his eyes off of his ass. "Hm? Oh right."
"I went to see Celty, to get my jacket back." He had noticed when the raven haired man had come back. "Enjoy your bath?" Shizuo nodded, following up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Take your shirt off." They should have done it before he had the bath. Undoing the small buttons, he slipped the material off, hanging it over the towel rack. "On your knees." Shit, nothing Izaya said any more sounded innocent. He did it anyway, watching Izaya remove the bottle from the box. "What did Celty say?" The flea grinned, already mixing the solution together. "Shinra was there, trying to stop Aiko-chan from crying."
He laughed at that, The baby girl would be trying to get away, while the over protective illegal doctor would be trying to smother her with love. The crying would then get so bad, Celty would take her away, calming her instantly. "Here." He took the towel, placing it around the back of his neck. There was a tiny pressure against his head, the small brush covering the strands of his hair. It took a while, eventually his hair was covered in a colour that wasn't even close to his. He could hear the rustling of the gloves. "Perfect. Not a drop on you. Now we wait."
"I'm not staying like this all the time." His flea only smiled. "Oh, you don't usually have problems." That definitely wasn't innocent. "S-shut up." Crossing his legs, he took a seat on the floor. The brush was thrown in the small bin, along with the gloves, once they were carefully peeled off.
It would have been better if he had been left to his own devices until time was up, instead Izaya stayed with him, sitting opposite him, keeping an eye on the time. "Okay, time's up. Back up, Shizu-chan." The second pair of gloves were pulled on. Back on his knees, he leant over the bath, the flea picking up the mini shower leaning against the taps. "Close your eyes."
He opened them once, watching the dye leave his hair, going down the plug hole. He loved the feel of Izaya's fingers running through his hair, he could be as brutal as he wanted and it would still be gentle. Not that he would ever say it. Mr god complex was perfect. So damn perfect. Or maybe he would. They were writing their own vows, he smiled at the thought it would be nice to see his lover speechless for once. He already knew lines that he would say. They were the words he wanted to scream at the world, wrap his arms around Izaya and know that nothing could ever harm him.
"Ne, Shizu-chan. My sisters are at the amusement park with Kasuka-kun today." Oh, well that wasn't anything to worry about. His hair was rinsed, the water turned off. The towel around his neck was removed and thrown onto his head. He let the flea pat dry his hair, remembering that before Izaya, it was Kasuka he relied on to do his hair. He had come a long way.
"There you go, you're back to being blond, protozoan." Standing up, he turned to face Izaya. "Thanks." There were those crimson eyes, looking him up and down. Taking the best move, Shizuo quickly moved past him, reaching for his shirt. "Really? No thank you?" Letting out a sigh, he left the bathroom, the flea following closely behind. "Stop looking at me like that." The freshly dyed blond jumped at the hand on his ass. "Cut it out, we do this every weekend." Izaya didn't reply to him, going further and squeezing. Damn it, he had hardly any control over himself. "Are you sure?"
Shit. There was that tone again, he knew what that meant. He didn't know how he was pushed up against the wall, but he was quickly becoming aroused. Did he have anything left to do? His brother was occupied. He had dyed his hair. Nope. Turning his head, he met the lust in those crimson eyes with his own. He had enough space to turn around, Izaya pressed up against him. He met the flea's passion perfectly. Bucking his hips and grinding his confined erection against the knee, working between his leg. His jeans were now suffocating, then again that was probably what they were for. "Izaya." His voice came out breathy. "Hurry up and get these off." His lover visibly swallowed, breaking away from him, grabbing hold of his wrist and leading him into the bedroom, kicking the door shut.
The weekend vanished, lost in memories of pleasure and one slightly awkward visit from Kasuka on Sunday, while they were making love on the stairs. Monday came and went, even though inside he was panicking about their evening plans. Time was up. This was it. He would be officially meeting Izaya's parents. His fiancé was already waiting by the car, the sight of him in his usual signature jacket making him smile. Everything was how it should be. Instead of speaking he caught Izaya staring at him, looking straight through him, leaving nothing hidden. Opening the car door, his lover gave him a sheepish smile. "Ready to go?" Swallowing thickly, the blond nodded.
The Orihara house was big, no scratch that it was huge. He wondered what his lover's parents did for a living or if Izaya was helping to support them. Before he had been anxious, now he was terrified. His line of thought was broken by the flea taking his hand, once they were out of the car, leading him through the gate. His lover knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened. They were greeted by an older woman, who he could tell immediately was Izaya's mother. "Izaya dear welcome home." He froze at those words, they were the same his mother always used. Shaking his head, he took the woman's hand. He was old enough not to worry about them. Shizuo had to focus on here and now.
"Shizuo-san, I've been told a lot about you. It's good to finally meet you in person." She moved closer, bringing him into a hug. Awkwardly he returned it. She was warm. "Come on in. Dinner is almost ready. I said half five Izaya. You're still bad at time keeping." His lover only shrugged, taking his hand again and dragging him into the house. Another piece of Izaya's life, was right there in front of him.
"Shizuo-san!" The two girls ran into him, demanding hugs. As usual Kururi was the quieter of the two. "Hello, you two." Detaching them from his legs with ease, he let Mairu talk non-stop. "On Saturday Kasuka took us to the amusement park. He brought us candy floss and rode the scary rides with us. It was really fun." Glancing up he saw Izaya waiting patiently by the stairs. "Girls, you can talk to him later." Okay maybe not. The twins pouted but let him go anyway. "Izaya dear, your father is in the kitchen." All three seemed relaxed and... Together. So this was what a normal family was like. "Shizu-chan."
Izaya probably knew how difficult this was for him, gently moving his fingers down his arms. Smiling gratefully he followed along, once again meeting the older Orihara. "Shirou honey, I can take over." Izaya's older double smiled at his wife. "Shizuo-san, it's good to see you again." The older man held out his hand. Blinking in confusion, he shook it. He had been greeted so warmly. "Son, why don't you take Shizuo to your room?"
He felt numb as he was lead upstairs. He felt warm, this was a real family, that he would be part of in the future. It was amazing. "Shizu-chan?" Shaking his head, the blond looked up smiling. "I'm fine." His answer earned him a dubious look, though it was left at that. Izaya's room was oddly plain. The name plate on the door was Silver with Izaya in black letters. The room although bigger than his, was nearly empty. The only thing left was a large bed and a wardrobe. Both of them were plain. There was a slight discolouring in the wallpaper, making look like a bookshelf had been there.
"I took everything with me when I left home. I told them they could use it as a guest room." Shizuo nodded taking a seat on the bed, even the covers were plain. There was nothing he could connect Izaya to. "Is this too much for you?" The question was asked lightly, but that look said it all. "No. Your family is really...nice."
"They're your family now too. Get used to it protozoan." Shooting him a playful grin, Shizuo lay back on the bed. "Are you trying to tempt me?" He said nothing, gesturing for him to come forward. His flea closed the door, moving towards the bed. "This is is pretty risky even for you." The blond said nothing, letting Izaya crawl over him. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. "Shizu-chan." Burying his head in his lover's shoulder, he avoided that gaze. "Just stay like this." The flea flipped their positions with ease, so he was now on top on the flea, head resting on his chest. Neither one of them said anything, Izaya's arms protectively around him.
They had about ten minutes, before hearing the knock on the door. "Izaya, Shizuo-san, dinner is done." Detaching himself from his lover, he climbed off of the bed, feeling his face heat up. He still wasn't used to being comforted. Izaya ran past him, taking his hand. "Let's go, Shizu-chan."
Dinner was already served, when he stepped into the room. It looked like they were having roast dinner, with plenty of vegetables. "Take a seat." The table was smaller than the one at his parents house, making it seem more intimate. He took his seat, Izaya sitting next to him. "Mum you said I could have ootoro."
"Eat what you're given dear." He couldn't help smile at their interaction. Izaya was getting scolded and actually pouted. "You're not allergic to anything are you? Shizuo-san." Shizuo shook his head. "No, please just call me Shizuo." Izaya's mother smiled. "Then please call me Kyouko and this is my husband Shirou."
"Izaya, I hope you've been good. No more tricks?" Ah that was right, his parents knew exactly what he was like. "Nothing harmful. I have Shizu-chan to look after." Shizuo coughed, just finishing his mouthful. "Hey, I can look after myself. You're the immature one." He caught Izaya's smirk, realising he was being watched.
"You two are just like how we used to be." Well that was surprising. "Mum, how did you stop dad smoking?" Both he and Shirou froze. "Oh no, Shizuo you don't smoke do you? It's a terrible habit." She carried on talking but he wasn't listening. She was scolding him. Like a mother would. "Shizuo? Oh honey, come here."
Fuck, he was crying. Stupid. He was ruining dinner. Kyouko was by his side, hugging him tightly. What was wrong with him? "Uh. I-" her warmth was different to Izaya. "Shh! You don't need to say anything. We already know everything." The blond blinked in confusion. "I told you on Friday that Kasuka would be taking my sisters home. He wanted to help you." He felt his blood run cold, turning away. They knew everything. His gaze flickered to Izaya, who had started eating again. "We don't think any differently of you, dear. Izaya if you hurt this boy, we will disown you."
"I don't plan on letting him go." Shizuo dragged his hand across his eyes, wiping away the already dried tears. "Sorry, I'm not a boy." A hand rustled his hair. "You are under half my age, to me you are a child. Izaya stop laughing and eat your food." Wow, he didn't know what else to think.
After dinner, they had desert. "… So we got called into the office, Izaya had stood up, called his teacher incompetent and proceeded to teach the class, this was before high school." Shizuo smiled, listening to Kyouko and Shirou's stories about Izaya's childhood. Mairu and Kururi added their own input. "Then there was the time we found him dressed as a-" Izaya stood up, scraping his chair. "He doesn't need to know about that." It looked like Izaya had got his looks from his father and personality from his mother. "Izaya, you know there's no secrets in marriage. Actually we have the photo albums."
His fiancé actually flushed, flushed running after the gentle woman as she left the room. "Mum! No!" A laugh caught his attention. "Looks like they'll be awhile. Care for a cigarette?" The two girls were in there own little world. Nodding his head, he followed after Shirou. He was led out of the house, across to a shaded area. "Thanks." Shizuo took the cigarette offered, placing it between his lips. How long ago since he had smoked? Accepting the light, he took a deep breath, inhaling the nicotine like a life line. "Izaya hides your cigarettes too?" He noticed the older man, doing the same. "Yes, I keep buying them and they keep going missing."
"I was wrong, you and Izaya are good together. He's changed, don't let him go." The blond laughed. "I couldn't even if I wanted to. We're in too deep." His future father in law smiled. "Then it's meant to be. You know all parents worry about their kids, even if they don't show it. Don't shut yours out." They lapsed into silence, an annoyed cough, making them freeze. "Shirou!" Followed by another voice. "Shizu-chan!" Both of them glanced between each other. "Busted." Both cigarettes were snatched away by Izaya and his mother. "And the rest, Shirou. You're supposed to be looking after your health."
Shizuo trailed along behind Izaya. "Leave you alone for five minutes...protozoan." Glancing behind him he could see Shirou getting lectured. He would have no problems calling them family in the future. "Come on, Shizu-chan." Shortly after they entered the house, Izaya's parents joined them. "Shizuo did you want to see those albums." He could see Izaya scowling next to him. "Yes please." Kyouko clapped her hands, bringing them in. There were four of them, the first one flipped open. In the first photo, was a much younger Kyouko and Shirou, showing the pregnancy bump.
The second showed the proud parents, with a tiny bundle in his arms. "Wasn't he adorable? You have to see this one." He moved out of the way letting her turn the pages. There in front of him was a large photo of Izaya, peeking over a playpen, arm outstretched, already sharp eyes fixed on the camera. "Okay, that's enough. Time to go Shizu-chan." The dark haired woman, raised her hand, shaking her head. "It's getting late, you can stay here tonight." Kyouko and Izaya stared at each other, until one of them looked away. "Fine. We'll be going to bed then. Goodnight mum, dad."
"Don't worry, I have plenty of time to show you." Smiling at her wink, he followed Izaya from the room. "Goodnight Shirou, Kyouko, Girls." All of them smiled, wishing him goodnight. "Izaya, please don't have sex under my roof." Instantly he felt his face flush. "Hear that Shizu-chan? You'll have to be really quiet." Damn flea.
Izaya was already undressed and under the covers. "Come on, Shizu-chan." Closing the door, he stripped down to his own boxers, sliding in the other side. "Would you really have sex in your parents house?" The flea laughed. "Worried? No I wouldn't. Who knows what my mum would do. I can do this though." They returned to the same position as earlier, Izaya's arms wrapped protectively around him, his head resting on his chest. A soft kiss was placed on his forehead, the lights going out. "Good night, Shizu-chan." Shifting to get more comfortable, Shizuo kissed where he was laying. "Good night, Izaya."
It didn't matter what happened next, because right now everything was so damn perfect. He had a caring younger brother, he had his best friend and god daughter. He had his work mates past and present, both Artic and TGOI. He had a new family, one that would actually give a damn about him for the right reasons and he had Izaya. Everything was perfect.
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