Another visit

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. So, I've recently started watching White collar and got hooked. Of course it gave me more plot bunnies, so after I finish a few of my current ones, I'll be doing a thief AU with Izaya as the thief, Kanra as the forger and Shiki as the fence, with Shizuka and Shizuo stuck in the middle, so both yaoi and my first time doing yuri. Anyways onto the next chapter. Enjoy.

Shizuo groaned in his sleep, rolling over and trying to get back to sleep. He was at the sixteen week mark now. In a few hours they would be driving to see Shinra for his second scan and after discussing it with his lover, they had agreed to find out the gender of their precious bundle. Another groan left him, waking him from a nightmare. He had just started getting them, all of them were bizarre and weirdly vivid. They were either about the baby or Izaya. If they were about the baby, he would sleep restlessly, tossing and turning, waking up in a cold sweat, with wide eyes, hands pressed to his swollen belly, to check everything was okay.

If they were about Mr god complex, then it was a different thing entirely. His eyes would flutter as he moaned in his sleep, his hands automatically rubbing at his body, while his cock swelled, moaning Izaya's name through parted lips. How did he know that? The flea had told him in great detail, a very smug look on his face. When he had denied it, his fiancé happily showed him the video on that damn phone of his.

This time it was about the baby, cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he shot up, eyes wide, already reaching for his pregnant belly. He breathed out a sigh of relief, panicking as he felt a jolt under one of his hands. Something was wrong. Turning his head, he glanced down at his sleeping lover, nudging him awake. "Izaya!" Still sleepy crimson eyes, stared up at him. "Another nightmare?"

"Some-thing's wrong with the baby." The flea sat up, resting a hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing wrong, Shizu-chan." The blond grabbed one of those slim hands, resting it on his belly. "There, feel it. I should call Shinra." His confused eyes widened, seeing Izaya smile. "There's nothing wrong. The baby just kicked. They do that."

He let himself be pulled down, resting next to his lover, slim fingers carded through his hair. "Go back to sleep, Shizu-chan." He felt the tiny movement again, this time smiling. If the baby was kicking then that meant it was healthy. Letting his eyes close, he felt Izaya's hand on his stomach, while the other continued to play with his hair. "Good night."

When he opened his eyes again, daylight was already filtering through their window, the comforting scent of coffee flooding his nostrils. Sitting up he blinked in confusion, wondering at what point he had fallen asleep and which parts were one of his vivid dreams. Shizuo rested a splayed hand on his swollen belly, he waited, brow furrowed.

"Good morning, Shizu-chan." His lover was resting against the door frame. "Is the baby kicking again?" So that wasn't a dream? "...No." Crimson eyes glittered with amusement. "You look confused, are you fully awake?" Rubbing a hand through his hair, he threw the covers back. "I'm awake." Climbing out of bed, he moved across the room, towards Izaya.

"I'm going to take a shower." Slim arms wrapped around his waist. "Hm. I'll join you." He couldn't hide the grin, if he wanted to. "We have to see Shinra today." Even so, he returned the kiss, backing up against the closed bathroom door. "I'll be gentle. How much sleep did you get last night?" The blond shrugged. "I don't know." Izaya's hand slid behind his back, moving down to his ass.

"Hm, that's not good." His breath hitched, his lover's toned body pressed up against him loosely. "Should I sing you a lullaby then?" Shizuo shook his head at the mocking voice, speaking in a light threatening tone. "Try it, flea." A knee separated his legs, pressing against his crotch. "Ah ah. You, silly protozoan are forbidden to use that strength of yours." Reaching down, he twisted the handle, opening the door, the two of them stumbling inside.

For every step he took backwards, an article of his clothing was removed, whether it was by Izaya or himself. Pulling his pyjama top over his head, he let it fall to the floor, working on his pants. He wasn't watching where he was going, his movements in sync with the flea's, neither one looking away. His back hit the cold tiled wall, the last item to go was his boxers. His lover closed the glass door behind them, reaching for the buttons...

Shizuo slouched in the chair, swirling his spoon around the dish, full of porridge. After spending quite a lot of time in the shower, he was left with a deliciously sore lower back, which although it added to the uncomfortable feeling, was completely worth it. His stomach had grown again, pretty soon, he wouldn't be able to see his own dick. How Izaya was going to get around that, he didn't know.

After finishing his breakfast, with a handful of choco-cheese, Shizuo sat on the sofa, waiting for his lover. Another new rule. He wasn't allowed to bend down or over stretch himself. "Here you go." Taking his shoes, he slipped each one on. Last time Izaya had tried putting them on him, like he was Cinderella. That little scene ended with an embarrassed kick to the face, his strength automatically disabled, so no damage was done. "Ne, Shizu-chan. What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Taking Izaya's hand, he pulled himself from the sofa. "Liar, your face is red." Sending him a glare, he made his way to the front door. "Protozoan, you forgot something." Ah, another rule. He wasn't allowed outside, without proper clothing. Whereas before, he used to wear his suit, he now had to wear a jacket as well. Stopping where he was, he glanced down at what he was wearing. The jeans were loose around his waist, but tight around his legs. His shirt, hung loosely from his frame.

Scowling, the blond took his jacket. The flea had tried to get him one like his, which he promptly put a stop to. Instead he had chosen a plain black trench coat, which stopped just below his knee. It kept him warm and covered the bump. Once Mr god complex was satisfied, they finally left the house.

Even though he remained in his usual way, head resting against the window, he could feel the excitement and anticipation running through every fibre of his being. Today he would get to see their baby again, this time they would get a due date and learn the gender. His hand went to his belly, stroking it gently. A new habit he had picked up. He was rewarded with another kick. In the mirror he could see, sharp crimson eyes watching him. "Oi, keep an eye on the road."

"Shizuo! Ready for another scan?" Shinra was as peppy as usual. "Yeah." He followed his friend inside. "So mean, Shinra. I'm here too." Izaya was ignored, the happy doctor, making his way down the corridor. Shizuo shook his head, noticing the large portrait of Celty and Aiko, hanging up in the centre of the room. "She's not going to be happy, when she sees that."

Shinra grinned. "Not if my beloved doesn't find out. On the bed. Same as last time." Shizuo nodded, pulling himself up and laying down. Mr god complex stood ready by the screen. He still flinched at the cold gel, being squirted on his belly. Craning his head, the blond sighed in disappointment at being unable to see their baby.

The device moved over his stomach, instead of watching it, he kept his eyes on Shinra, watching any changes in his expression. He was no expert at reading people, like Izaya. He wasn't even half decent at it. Still he remained anxious, the silence in the room, becoming almost deafening. "Relax Shizu-chan." The second he met those crimson eyes and that smile, he felt the tension drain away.

"Do you want to know the gender?" He shared a glance with the flea, before nodding. "The baby is fine, everything is normal. Congratulations, you'll be giving birth to a boy, in twenty four weeks." Shizuo nodded numbly, not moving as the gel was wiped from his stomach. "I'll do some more printouts for you. I'll still need to check your levels." The grainy pictures had already been handed to his fiancé.

Undoing the button on his cuff, he rolled his sleeve up, baring his arm. "You should go to those classes, I told you about." Glancing down he watched as a thick strap was, looped over his arm and pulled. The tightness around his arm increased momentarily before stopping. "Okay, your blood pressure is normal. Next is your bloods."

This time he looked away, not wanting to see the needle enter his skin. He had always hated them, so the blond tried to remain calm, not wanting to tense, in case the flimsy thing broke. He heard a few clicks next to him and then the thing left his arm. "And done." Turning around he could see the small tubes, full of his blood. "I'm giving you permission to talk to my beloved Celty, Shizuo. From here on, it's going to get worse." Great. "Not as bad as the morning sickness, but it will cause you distress. You have thirteen weeks until you're in the third trimester. In that time you could experience weird dreams, anxiety, heartburn or leg cramps, you'll be urinating a lot more and you might feel sleepier." Shizuo groaned, already dreading the symptoms to come.

"What about after that? Shinra." Izaya had finally decided to join in. "The third trimester?" His lover nodded, climbing onto the bed beside him, taking his hand and rubbing the back, with his thumb in circular motions. "Shizuo, you will then be in the final twelve weeks. Make sure you rest at least two weeks before, just in case. If you feel down, have a baby shower, it cheered my beloved up..." Shinra trailed off, continuing to tell them how much he adored Celty.

"Where was I? Ah, are you having a home birth or a hospital one? It's the normal question I'd ask, but in your case I'd suggest hospital." Shizuo's eyes widened. "So something could go wrong?" His hand tensed and he knew Izaya felt it. "I'm not entirely sure. This is your first child, Shizuo. Besides that, you aren't a woman. This is a first for me. To be safe, I would advice a c-section, instead of trying for a normal birth."

"Shinra! Can I talk to you? I'll be back in a minute, Shizu-chan." He was left alone, Izaya dragging Shinra from the room. The small pile of scans were at his side. He would be having a boy. But what if he was born like him? He flinched hearing the raised voices from the next room. His lover was angry by the sounds of it. He debated whether or not to get off the bed and go to see.

The pair returned minutes later, back to their original selves. Izaya was back up beside him. "Right, well I'll test your blood and let you know the results. You two should start having sex again." The blond felt his face heat up. "Unless you already are... Never-mind, let me know when you've made your decision about the birth. I'll find someone at the hospital I trust."

"Yeah, thanks." What he thought would clear his mind, had instead raised more questions and worries. Getting off of the bed, he followed Izaya out of the door. Neither one spoke until they were back in the car. "What about Hajime?" Shizuo blinked, wondering what his lover was asking. "What?"

"Weren't you listening? The name for our son." Oh. "I don't know. What about Aki?" The flea tilted his head slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. "No. Maybe we should get one of those baby name books." He smiled, knowing Izaya was trying to distract him, from the swirl of emotion, threatening to drown him.

"Dai?" Shaking his head, he got out of the car, walking up the path to their house. The blond paused, to look over his shoulder. "Daisuke?" Mr god complex caught up with ease, barely breaking a stride. "Hm...no." He knew this game could go on for a long time. He and Izaya rarely agreed on anything. Once the front door had been unlocked, he stepped inside.

"I'll get started on lunch. Anything you want?" Shizuo shrugged his shoulders, closing the door. "Anything is fine." Unzipping his coat, he took it off and hung it up, remembering to take the scans out. "I'll make you some more of those teeth rotting snacks you like." Not liked, craved. "Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna call Kasuka and let him know." His lover was already near the kitchen. "Shizu-chan! Hideaki?"

The blond grinned, phone in hand. "No." He knew that Izaya was pouting. The grin faded at the thought of contacting Kasuka, last time hasn't exactly ended on a high note. Scrolling through the address book, he selected his younger brother's number. While he listened to the call trying to go through, Shizuo took the stairs two at a time, closing the door behind him, as he entered the flea's office.

By the time he was laying on the sofa, the call had gone through, Kasuka picking up on the other end. Nii-san? His brother sounded normal. "Hey Kasuka. Are you busy?" He could hear rustling on the other end. I'm on a break, what's wrong? Ah, there it was. The slight hint of worry, under that mask of blankness. "I had my scan today. Shinra says its a boy."

Congratulations. Is everything with Orihara-san okay? The blond smiled. "Yeah, everything is fine. Kasuka, can you let dad know for me?" There was silence on the other end. Nii-san? You told them? Ah, so his mother hasn't rung up Kasuka to pester him. "Yeah, a while back. Just let dad know."

I will do. How many weeks until my nephew is born? I can try and arrange some time off. He shook his head at the thought of causing his brother any trouble. "Twenty four weeks. Don't get in any trouble." There was a loud shout on his brother's end. I have to go. Keep in touch, nii-san. Listening to the dial tone, he left the phone on the sofa.

The book his father had given him, was currently in Izaya's possession. It was the best option, considering how much he had been worrying about, opening the damn thing. Not that he didn't know where it was. Shuffling over in front of the desk and opening the small draw, he found what he was looking for. It hadn't been hidden from him. I'll leave it here, Shizu-chan. When you're ready... Shizuo blushed at the memory, they hadn't exactly been sitting on the sofa at the time.

In truth he hadn't known what to expect, when he opened it. Now it was full of colourful post it notes, his lover's handwriting on each one. He had been selfish in that part. Even though he was the one to experience it, growing up intersex. If their son was the same, he and Izaya as parents would have to watch him go through it.

No, not the same. He wouldn't be the same as his parents or his grandparents. Resting a hand on his belly, he glanced down at the swollen bump. No matter who you are, I'll accept you. He didn't know whether or not his baby could hear his thoughts or not, the tiny kick made him smile.

His wrist knocked against the mouse, making the computer screen light up. The flea hadn't turned it off. Guessing at the password, he waited for the desktop to show. His mouth dropped open as he was met with an image of him sleeping on the sofa. By the looks of it, it was taken recently, in the flea's office. His attention was caught by the small folder icon, named Shizu-chan. Glancing up to double check, Izaya wasn't coming, he double clicked the file.

Shizuo's mouth dropped open, embarrassment filing him at the amount of photos. His hand clenched around the mouse, startled at the sound of the door opening. Pain shot through him at the tiny use of his strength, the baby kicking violently. In his hand was pieces of crumbled plastic. Scooping it up, he dropped them in the bin, just as his lover entered. "Shizu-chan?"

The blond had barely scooted over, away from the computer. "Yeah?" Trying to remember everything he had been told, he kept his hands clenched loosely around his phone. "Did you get through?" Nodding his head, he tried not to panic as Izaya came closer, taking a seat next to him. "And?" Shizuo shrugged. "He'll try and be here for the birth."

"That's-" Ah, of course the flea wouldn't miss it. "Shizu-chan. You read the book?" Blinking in confusion, he glanced up, watching the screen saver fill the screen with bubbles. "I had a look." Snatching it from the desk, he kept it by his side. "Flea, if our child, is born like me-" a slim hand clapped over his mouth. "We've been over this protozoan. Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan. Our son is our son."

Shizuo smiled, shaking his head. "Actually I was going to say, if he gets into any trouble, don't kill or threaten anyone." His lover shrugged, giving him a 'who me?' Look. "I'm not making any promises. What happened to my mouse?" It was time to leave. "Did you make lunch?" The flea was a lot quicker. "You used your strength, Shizu-chan." He knew that tone, he knew it very well. "Isamu?"

"It was my turn next. No." Shrugging his shoulders he quickly made his way from the room. "Don't think you're off the hook. What about Kiyoshi?" He was standing at the door frame, looking at the empty room. "I prefer Minori." Izaya leaned on the opposite side. "Truth, huh? What about Satoshi?" Shizuo opened his mouth, closing it again. Clear thinking, quick witted, wise. Everything his lover was. He wished the same for his son. "Yeah. Satoshi it is."

Izaya's smug grin didn't go unnoticed. "When are we going to decorate his room?" His eyes roamed the bare walls, knowing it would have to be done. The flea kicked off of the frame, leaning into him. "When you go into hospital, I'll have someone do it. Now about your punishment for using your strength." The blond stood his ground. "Delete the photos."

"No. Those are mine. Don't think I don't know about your ones." Shit. He turned away, denying everything. He would admit, when Izaya wasn't looking, he took his own photos, not even realising he was doing it. They were stored on a small USB stick, which he made sure he kept hidden. He heard a small click and knew the flea had another one to his collection. "Delete it." He reached for the phone, his lover moving it out of reach. "Make me, Shi-zu-chan." Needless to say, they ended up in the bedroom as he knew they would.

"So the birth classes?" Shizuo shook his head. "No way." His lover accepted it without question. "I'll sort out the maternity and paternity leave." His eyes widened, glancing next to him. "Don't give me that look, Shizu-chan. Do you really think I'd leave you on your own?" No, he knew he wouldn't. "That's your company. Who will take your place?" Somehow he already knew the answer.

"My mother. That way she'll be busy enough, not to tell me what I'm doing wrong. My dad agrees." Already big decisions were being made. "Fine. If Shinra thinks it will be safer for the baby, I'll have the c-section." The flea grinned, rolling on top of him. "That will be another scar, because of me." The blond nodded in agreement. Such a superficial thing, wouldn't be a problem. His over protective fiancé would still love him.

"Now that that's decided..." They were still both naked, after the first round. "What about lunch?" The thought of eating had long ago left his mind. "Shinra gave us permission to do this." Well if he put it that way. His own grin probably matched his lover's one perfectly. "Yeah, he did." Still smiling, he yanked him down, bringing their lips together. Time was running out, in a few weeks they wouldn't be able to make love for a while. "Hey, flea. Lets do this while I still can." He knew he might come to regret that decision as soon as he made it.

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