Undeniable visibility
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Shizuo rolled over, reaching for Izaya. His hand met thin air, landing on their cotton sheets. Blinking slowly, he opened his eyes. He was alone in the large bed. His gaze fell to the alarm clock, that had been turned on its side. Reaching over he turned it over, cursing as he saw the time. His lover had allowed him to sleep in.
Climbing out of bed, he paused on the edge. He didn't feel sick, resting a hand on his stomach, he stood slowly. Still nothing. A smile broke on his face. He risked standing up quickly, still nothing. It was gone. The blond threw himself back on the bed. Fourteen weeks. He felt perfectly fine. His morning sickness was gone.
He was pissed at his lover for letting him stay home, but he knew why he had done it. Izaya made him rest all the time, his health was the number one priority. Bouncing off of the bed, he opened the door, making his way into the shower. Turning on the water, he let the spray, cascade over him.
For once in a long time, he was enjoying himself. The only sign that he was pregnant was his growing stomach. He could take his time doing what he wanted, instead of rushing around, or stopping to throw up. Shizuo reached for the shampoo, rubbing it in to his scalp. He took twice as long as he usually did.
Once he was out of the shower, he dried himself off, letting his hair drip. The blond brushed his teeth, the taste not making him feel worse. Splashing water on his face, he reached for the small tub, Kyouko had given him. He stood in front of the full length mirror, lowering the towel, so his stomach was in full view.
Lifting his hand, he ran it across his stomach, fingers splayed, he could feel it now, the small bump, that would only get bigger, as time passed. He avoided stepping on the scales, he knew he was putting on weight. Opening the tub, he rubbed some of the cocoa butter onto his stomach.
The blond pulled his suit from the wardrobe, already knowing he would need a new one. It still fit, though it was tight around his stomach. Getting dressed, he went back to the mirror, groaning. His belly was sticking out, even this early, he wouldn't be able to hide it. Going back to his clothes, he rummaged through, seeing if he could find anything bigger.
Luckily there were the ones before, Izaya had all his clothes made. The shirt was loose, he may be able to get away with it. Once he was dressed, he made his way into the kitchen, making his porridge and more choco-cheese snacks. After eating, he called a cab, waiting for it to arrive.
Maybe he should learn to drive? He didn't know the path to walk yet, otherwise he would be. Slipping on his shoes, he made sure the door was locked. The cab was already waiting outside. Making sure he had his wallet, he climbed in. "Where to?" Shizuo smiled. "The Great Orihara Industries." He shook his head. "Do you mind stopping off somewhere?"
The blond waited until the cab stopped outside TGOI, paying the driver, he got out, heading into the building. Instead of taking the lift, he took the stairs, using his renewed energy. Holding the carrier bag, he made it to the top floor, making his way along the corridor. He knocked twice, waiting for an answer. "Come in." Pushing open the door, he walked in, closing the door behind him. Crimson eyes widened and then narrowed. "Shizu-chan. Why are you here?" The blond smiled, lifting the bag. "I stopped off at Russian sushi." His lover didn't look happy to see him. "You should have stayed home, protozoan."
Shizuo dumped the bag on the desk, moving around it. Slim fingers rested on Izaya's cheek, their lips touching. "Shizu-chan." It was a warning, he knew he was playing with fire. He kissed him again, wrapping his arms around his lover. "We have a lot to make up for, remember." The blond grinned, seeing the look on Izaya's face.
"You should be resting." The blond sighed, taking a seat on the sofa. "Flea, I haven't thrown up once today." He shook his head at the look of disbelief he was given. "Suit yourself." Opening the small plastic bag, he took out one of his snacks. "I'll drop you off home." Shaking his head, he got up. "I'm going to say hi to everyone."
Well that went well. Taking the stairs two at a time, he made his way to his department. Karisawa was the first to notice him. "Shizu-Shizu!" The otaku left her desk, running to him, hugging him. She stepped back, resting a hand on his stomach. "You're getting bigger. How far along?" The rest of his workmates were watching him. "Fourteen weeks."
He took a seat at his desk. "Shizuo-San. It's good to see you again." He smiled at Mikado. The teen looked like he had settled in. "How's the morning sickness?" He was glad things were back to normal with Kadota. "It's finally stopped. I have my energy back." The six of them spoke between themselves, telling him what he had missed and asking questions.
His phone rang, but he chose to ignore it. It rang twice more before stopping. "What's that bastard done now?" Shizuo shook his head, not happy with how Kida spoke about his fiancé©. "Shizu-chan!" Izaya was leaning against the door frame, eyes narrowed. "I'll see you guys on Monday." Saying their goodbyes, he followed after his lover.
He noticed that he was holding the takeaway from Russian sushi, as they walked back to the car. He felt the urge to run around like a child, his renewed energy, had seemed like it came back in large supply. Still it looked like his intentions had earned him the opposite response. Letting out another sigh, he climbed into the car, slumping against the seat.
There was protective, over protective and then there was the flea. He should have expected it, even though he wanted to make things up with him. His lover unlocked the door, letting them both in. Shizuo took the bag from him, taking out his own portion, sitting on the sofa. "Shizu-chan." After taking a mouthful, he glanced up.
"Yeah?" He could feel those sharp eyes watching him, trying to assess whether or not, he was really better. "Oh, I'm going to need bigger clothes. My others barely fit me." Taking another mouthful, he waited to see what Izaya would do. Mr god complex rubbed a hand through his hair, before sitting down next to him. "You really feel better?"
"Yeah. The morning sickness is finally over." He had already finished his foot, he felt restless. Taking the empty container, he threw it away in the kitchen bin, but that little journey was pointless. Sitting back down, he began playing with the sleeve on his shirt. He needed to do something. "Are you going back to work?"
His lover nodded. "After this you should go back to bed." So that was his response. Leaning over he pressed himself against his lover, flicking his tongue against his lips, letting his tongue mingle, before pulling away. The look Izaya gave him, made arousal shoot through him. "See you later." Making his way to the bedroom, he closed the door, laying back on the bed.
Minutes later the door opened, the flea leaning against the frame. It looked like whatever had been bothering him was gone. "Ne, Shizu-chan." He shivered at that tone, watching Izaya move closer, a predatory look in those eyes, fixed on him. Shizuo swallowed, he may have bitten off more than he can chew. "Since you really want this..." His lover was crouching over him, lips by his ears. "...I'm not stopping."
He didn't know how long his renewed energy would last, or when he would be like a blimp, unable to move properly. Tangling his fingers in Izaya's hair, he brought their lips crashing together, already bucking up against him. "Mm, so impatient." Ignoring that comment, he used his free hand to reach for his lover's belt.
There was more than enough room for both of them to move, even so they kept close, only inches apart. Shizuo let go, pulling his shirt off, showing his toned chest and slight bump. Izaya moved away from his kiss swollen lips, kissing along his jawline. His own hands continued their task of undressing them both. "Nn!" Shit he was already ready to burst.
Izaya wasn't much better, nipping along his throat, creating more marks. Those nimble fingers had already found his sensitive nubs, eliciting another moan from him. How long had it been since they had last been this free to do what they wanted? Once again he bucked up, his lover, grinding against him. "Ah."
He was taken by surprise, his eyes widening as he felt his underwear become damp. Shit. He felt his face heat up, refusing to look at Izaya. The flea carried on, moving down to his baby bump, gently pressing kisses on it. His heart warmed, his cheeks now feeling, like they were on fire. His pants were removed and dropped somewhere on the floor. His damp boxers joined them, leaving him naked beneath his fiancé.
The lust in those crimson eyes, sent shivers down his spine. Izaya stripped off his own clothes. The blond was quickly becoming impatient. The flea was taking his time. He knew it was a test, if he could get through the foreplay, Izaya would believe his morning sickness was gone. His leg was lifted, small kisses were placed along his inner thigh. "Izaya!" It was more embarrassing than he remembered.
His lover continued to smother him with kisses and gentle touches. At last he heard the click of a bottle being opened. "Still feeling okay?" He nodded, opening his legs wider. He knew his lover loved control, but this was ridiculous. They had gone from having sex everyday to barely any. How was he managing to hold back?
Something cold and wet dribbled down his cheeks, a slicked finger, circling his entrance. Shizuo tried to move, wanting Izaya to hurry up and fuck him into the mattress, like he usually did. He couldn't be the only one sexually frustrated. "Izaya!" Another finger slipped into him, joining the first. "Hang on, Shizu-chan." Izaya's voice purred in his ear.
The third pushed past his entrance, all three working inside him. His body jolted, he covered his eyes, with his arm as he felt pleasure run through him, his cock already dripping, precum beading at his tip. "Shizu-chan, get ready." He could hear the lust in his lover's voice. And now he could see the strain on Izaya's face.
Those slim digits left him empty, his lover's cock teased his entrance. Shizuo tried pushing forward, craving that warmth, he hadn't felt in so long. He shuddered as Izaya pushed forward, inching into him slowly. He could see the concentration in those crimson eyes. His hands clawed at the sheets. He felt like a virgin all over again.
His eyes widened as a groan left his lover, Izaya's eyes widening slightly. He blinked in confusion, as he was filled. "Flea, did you just-" his last words were taken in a heated kiss, the still hard length inside him, ploughing into him. His arms wrapped around his lover, meeting every thrust. "Nn! More." Izaya's grin made his heart stop.
Shizuo lay breathless on the large bed, Izaya was next to him, both of them satisfied. Rolling over he kept close to his lover, the flea's arm wrapped around him. He could feel his energy returning to him. Glancing over, he grinned. "Want to go again?" He leaned over, pressing their lips together. "Don't push yourself, protozoan." Letting out a sigh, he kissed him again. That voice made his blood run south. "Don't tempt me." He tried again, finding himself underneath Izaya.
His body was deliciously sated, the familiar map of hickeys, covered his chest and neck, maybe his back, no there was more likely to be teeth marks, reaching up he touched his shoulder, feeling the small indents. His lover had left the room, if he had to guess, it was to stay in control. Shizuo already knew how much he affected Izaya and now he was riling him up on purpose, so they could both get what they so clearly wanted.
Turning over on his side, he watched the small flame flicker. The scent of coffee filtered through his nose, calming him slightly. It wasn't enough. It was never enough, the things the flea had done for him, he couldn't begin to repay. Izaya had been there for him every step of the way, whether it was his sarcastic, teasing or his worry and gentleness. His lover remained by his side, through everything.
There was no denying the truth, Izaya made him feel whole and useless at the same time. Whereas his lover could easily get his words across, from that smart mouth of his. The blond struggled with the basics, after all how long had it taken him to say those three little words? He wanted to do more for the man he had grown to love wholeheartedly.
He didn't notice his lover had come back in to the room, until the bed dipped. His chin was lifted, that sharp gaze looking straight through him, as usual. "Shizu-chan?" Ah, he had made him worry again. "Did we go too far?" Shaking his head, he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "No. Do you want to go back to work?" He had obstructed Izaya's day, with his own needs. "There's no point, I can access everything from here."
There was nothing he could hide from his fiancé any more. "What are you worrying about?" Not thinking, worrying. He already knew. "Nothing." Izaya sighed. "You're biting your lip and your finger is twitching. This is the point you usually go for a cigarette." He didn't reply to that, he had no idea he was so see through. "Is it Kasuka?" He shook his head, his brother wasn't the problem.
"Your parents?" Again he shook his head, the flea hadn't looked away from him once. "Our baby? Something I've done?" The blond sighed. "No, it's fine." He rested his head on Izaya's chest, allowing those slim fingers to card through his hair. "You're doing well. Two more weeks and we'll find out if its a girl or a boy." Nodding his head, he closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was asleep.
When he opened his eyes, they were still in the same position, Izaya's eyes were closed, fingers stilled in his hair. Lifting his head slightly, he took the chance to watch his sleeping lover, taking in the mask of calmness. His lover who could hide anything and know everything. Reaching up, he gently brushed his finger tips across his soft cheek. His hand froze, crimson eyes flicking open, he knew that he had been caught.
"Sleep well? Shizu-chan." Snatching his hand back, he rolled away from the flea. "Yeah." Glancing over he could see the led numbers change. Getting off of the bed, he made his way out of the room. "Where are you going?" Izaya was already behind him, arms around his waist. "I was going to make dinner for us." He shivered as the back of his neck was kissed. "I'll help." Well he hadn't expected that. He thought his over protective lover would send him back to bed, for rest that he no longer needed.
His pyjama top was open, all the buttons undone. He tried doing it up, though his bump stuck out, making the material feel tight and uncomfortable. Giving up he undid the buttons, leaving it as it was. Mr god complex noticed his distress. "I'll order new clothes for you." Shizuo nodded, looking for an apron to wear. Opening the cupboard, he felt his belly brush against the counter. He would only get bigger from now on.
Together they made dinner, though Izaya kept him away from the cooker. He knew he was still being protected. Taking his plate he carried it to the table, sitting down to eat. It wasn't long before both of them were finished, his lover curled up next to him on the sofa, laptop across his knees. Izaya was ordering his new clothes. At last he could feel his energy draining, resting his head on the flea's shoulder, he let his eyes close.
His new clothes arrived the next morning, in different parcels. "Why are there so many?" A hand rested on his, as he was about to rip the box open. "No strength." The box was cut open, by Izaya's sharp blade. "I brought different sizes, for each stage." Pulling out one of his new shirts, made him feel faint. If he was going to be the same size as Celty, he would be huge.
This was it, he couldn't hide it any more, everyone would know just my looking at him. He was pregnant. His lover was carefully checking through the delivery notes. "Everything is here. I'll take out the others." The clothes that no longer fit him. Unpacking everything, he took it all into the bedroom, ignoring the disapproving look from Izaya.
On Monday he would wake up on time and go to work with his lover as usual. He didn't need to be protected, now he could do everything just fine. Shizuo watched Izaya empty his wardrobe, putting everything in bags. He didn't have to do it. Again, there was that feeling. The flea was doing too much for him. Making his way around the bags, he stopped in front of him. "Izaya."
Brushing his fingers through raven hair, he leaned over, lightly brushing their lips together, before backing away. His gaze dropped to the silver ring still on his finger, since they had become slightly swollen, there was no chance of taking it off. At the moment there was only small things he could do. "I'm going to run a bath. Do you want to join me?" That sharp gaze, told him, the flea wanted to do a lot more, than join him. If this was all he could do for now, then he'd make sure Izaya was satisfied.
He ran the bath easy enough, stripping his clothes off and sliding in. At the moment the tub was more than big enough for the both of them, but as he got bigger, who knows. The door closed, the blond shuffling forward, so Izaya could climb in behind him. Maybe they should change it, before he managed to crush his lover, with his baby weight. "You know, Shinra said stress isn't good for you."
Yeah he knew that. Which was why he was trying to stay as stress free as possible. Leaning back, he paused, glancing over his shoulder at Izaya. He couldn't see any discomfort on his face. "Shouldn't you sit in front? Just in case?" The flea grinned nuzzling his neck. "It takes a lot to take me down, Shizu-chan. A little baby weight isn't going to make a difference. Is that what you were worried about?" He could have shook his head. "Yeah, stupid right?"
He flinched slightly at the finger dancing along the shell of his ear. "You know, everyone has a tell, that shows they're lying." Shizuo shrugged, wondering where this was going. "The tips of your ears redden when you lie." Shit, automatically he brought his hand up, covering up his give away. His lover laughed, kissing along his fingers. "I wouldn't worry about it. It took me a while to figure it out."
The blond tried to hide his surprise, his lover was being so honest with him. Still now he knew what to look out for in case he needed to lie in future, though Mr god complex would probably see through everything. "Are you going to tell me? Or do I have to find a way to get it out of you?" Shizuo grinned, as tempting as that was. "You...and me. I feel useless being unable to do anything."
Whatever he had been expecting, the soft laugh, vibrating through his back wasn't it. "Such a silly protozoan." He was laughing at him. Turning around he glared at Izaya. "Ah, don't do that Shizu-chan. I might take you right now." He turned back his face flushing. Do what? He was just glaring at him, wasn't he?
"You're the one doing the hard part. Shizu-chan, you're carrying our child. Taking care of you is the easy part." Shizuo scoffed. "Are you saying you're babysitting me?" His lover shook his head, grinning that smile of his. "Nope, you're easier to please." His face flushed. "No, I'm not. Shut up." He tried turning in a way, that Izaya couldn't see his ears. Easier said than done.
"Ah, you're lying again." Raising his hand he splashed his lover, turning around to glared at him. His chin was lifted, the look in Izaya's eyes promising, predatory and full of love for him. "Shizu-chan. I hope you have a lot of energy." He shivered at that tone. How long did they have before the water turned cold? "Not in the bath."
"You're not being honest." Oh come on. "Like you haven't lied before." Turning around, he backed away against the taps, facing the flea. "I haven't lied to you." He said nothing, lowering his gaze to the water, stopping at his chest. Shizuo jolted, pulling his toes back, before Izaya could tickle them any further. The space closed between them, his gaze following every drop of water travelling down his lover's sleek form.
Swallowing thickly, he didn't try too hard, to get away. "Is it just my ears?" He was curious about how much his body told everyone. For a second he didn't think Mr god complex would tell him. "Hm, there's your ears, the way your voice hitches, that's barely noticeable. The way you bite your tongue, to stop yourself." Those nimble hands found their way all over his body. "Your little finger on your right hand twitches, the single tap of your foot. Your body is perfectly honest, or maybe I know you too well."
The flea's hand ducked into the water, fingers stroking underneath his balls. "There isn't a single thing you could hide from me." That sinful voice, flowed through his ears, his body perfectly moulded beneath Izaya. "...That works both ways, flea." His own hand flicked through the water, taking hold of Mr god complex. "Well then, since you think I'm spoiling you too much, I should make you work for it." Shaking his head, he yanked him down, forcefully kissing him. "And now?" His cocky fiancé's grin was feral. "You know what I've told you about tempting me."
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