More symptoms

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Shizuo blinked finding himself in the kitchen. He didn't feel hungry. "Shizu-chan, have you eaten yet? " he blinked again realising what was so wrong with the picture, his stomach was flat as a board. "Where's Satoshi?" Izaya gave him a funny look. "Who? Are you getting sick?" Shaking his head, he tried again. "My baby, flea. Where is he?"

Now his fiancé looked concerned, bouncing towards him and placing a cool palm against his forehead. "Hm, no fever. You never had a child Shizu-chan. Men can't get pregnant, silly protozoan." He shook his head, that was impossible, he had been carrying him all this time...

Shizuo's eyes snapped open, as he shot up in panic, head resting against his knee. It was the best he could manage with his pregnant belly. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck. Both hands going to his stomach. "Still there. Good. Still there." His eyes were still wide, full of panic and confusion, that still lingered from his nightmare.

A hand rested on his back, making him jump. "Shizu-chan." He knew that voice, knew the concern in it. A single nod and two comforting arms were wrapped around him. "It was just a bad dream." Shaking his head, he clung to his stomach, trembling as he moved his fingers along his bump. "Look at me." It took him a while to calm down. It was stupid, how many times he had gone through the same routine.

Remaining frozen in place, he slowly thawed, his lover's hand rubbing his back slowly, anchoring him to reality. One the flea was happy, he was left alone for a few minutes. A mug of hot chocolate was held out to him, which he gratefully took. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the flicker of a flame, the candle next to their bed was relit.

"You want to talk about it?" Shizuo smiled, despite how he was feeling. Izaya could have been a therapist. "...No. It's fine." Silence filled the room, the blond slowly sipping his hot chocolate, the trembling had stopped, both hands still on the mug. "You can take the day off." He shook his head gently. "What time is it?" The flea was silent, which meant he had woken up in the middle of the night again.

The dreams and nightmares hadn't stopped, they had continued on. He was now at the twenty six week mark and things were slowly going from bad to worse. The only good thing about his current condition was that he was still having sex with Izaya and that meant a lot. Without Mr god complex by his side, he didn't think he would get any further. His fiancé had become irreplaceable.

Their baby was growing bigger inside him, becoming more active with the kicking. He was spending a lot more time in the bathroom now, his bladder weak. It didn't help with the fact, that he was becoming sleepier. For the past few weekends he had been dead to the world, waking mid afternoon. Finishing his hot chocolate, Shizuo placed the mug on the side, swivelling around, so he could climb out of bed.

His belly had grown bigger, making it harder for him to move. According to Kyouko and Celty, it could get even bigger. He had carried on using the cocoa butter he had been given, his cravings were now under control. He was still eating the same as before and still trying to go through everything as normal as he could. Everyone was there to support him, Shinra, Celty, his workmates, his future in laws and Izaya. Closing his eyes, he turned over facing away from the flea. But moving closer, slim arms wrapped around his chest. "Go back to sleep, Shizu-chan." Nodding his head, he let himself sink back under, this time his sleep was peaceful.

The sound of their alarm, filtered through his sleep, forcing him awake. Shizuo opened his eyes just in time to see his lover, slam his fist on the snooze button. "You can go back to sleep if you want." Shaking his head, he pushed himself up, getting out of bed. Walking slowly, he kept a hand on his belly. The alarm had been set earlier, so he had more time to get ready. "If you need anything..." Waving the offer away, he made it to the bathroom door. "Don't fall asleep in the bath again." His lover was still in bed, resting on his arms. "It was once." Closing the door behind him, he headed for the toilet.

Two hours. That was now the amount of time he had to get ready in the morning. Sitting down, he stretched his legs out in the bath. The door was left unlocked, in case Izaya wanted to join him or check up on him. His lover knocked on the door before coming in. "Enjoying your bath?" Nodding his head, he watched the flea undress, stepping into the shower. He could still see the silhouette, imagining the beads of water, travelling down his lover's skin. Turning away, he stifled a groan. Since when had he become so perverted? Laying back he stared at the ceiling, trying to get his mind out of the gutter.

"...chan! Shizu-chan! I told you not to fall asleep." Opening his eyes, he could see Izaya hovering above him. His hair was wet, so he must have only got out of the shower. Which meant he hadn't been asleep that long. Draining the bath, he stepped out, reaching for the towel. "Do you need help with that?" Scrubbing at his hair, he met his lover's gaze. "Help with what?" He knew though, as soon as he saw that look. Looking down, he couldn't see past his swollen belly. "We still have time left." Wrapping the towel around his waist, he followed Izaya into the bedroom. Taking a seat on the bed, he lay back against the pillows, holding his belly, though it made no damn difference, he still couldn't see anything. He could feel though and that was what counted.

Shizuo could feel Izaya's hand barely touching him, but it was there, thin fingers curling around his morning wood. The loose grip tightened just slightly, the hand beginning to move against his skin. Giving up on trying to see, he let his head flop onto the pillow. Closing his eyes only heightened what he was feeling, the imagery in his mind, working by itself.

In truth he wanted nothing more than to return the favour. He was over half way now, just a bit more and then he could make up for lost time. "Izaya." The voice that left him, couldn't have been his own. He couldn't remember being that needy for pleasure. "Shizu-chan." He had a feeling that what he saw in that crimson gaze, was a reflection of his own. "We might be a bit late for work." At this point, he couldn't care less.

Once Mr god complex parked the car, Shizuo un-clipped his seatbelt, his hand brushing against the extra padding that had been added, so the strap didn't cut into him, now that his pregnant belly stretched it to its limit. The passenger seat had been moved back and tilted to give him more room. It had been done without his knowledge, but he had to admit it helped a lot.

His lover now parked the car the opposite way, so instead of stepping into the road, he was standing on the pavement outside TGOI. Keeping a wide berth from the smoking area, he was ushered into the building. Shizuo knew without a doubt that not everyone accepted him. He could pin point the people that stared at him, whispering to each other. He couldn't blame them, no one outside his inner circle knew that he was pregnant.

The rest of the company had been notified about his pregnancy. Not over the tannoy like everything else, instead Izaya called each individual department into his office, going through his condition. At first he hadn't wanted to let anyone know, but once he had gotten bigger, he wasn't given a choice. So along with his friends and family knowing, the entire company knew as well. Surprisingly there wasn't that much of an uproar. Maybe because the first few had been fired by his lover, he wasn't there for that conversation. Most of the female staff supported him, knowing what he was going through. No one was scared of him any more, people actually stopped to talk to him.

Taking the lift up, he followed the overly familiar path to his lover's office. Pushing open the door, he froze. Instead he let go, reaching for the bathroom door. "See you in a bit." It was the same routine every damn morning. "Yeah, don't take too long, I want my coffee." Izaya had backed off slightly, letting him make the drinks again, although they took it in turns.

Like every morning he missed the morning announcement, but since it was the same each time, it didn't make a difference. When he finally got into the office, he could see the small plate of his choco-cheese snacks. The scented candle was already lit, fragrance spreading around the room. Quickly glancing at the CCTV, he could see his work mates were happy.

Setting Izaya's coffee down on his desk, he placed his mug of hot chocolate next to it, taking a seat on the sofa. His laptop was in its usual place on the arm of the sofa. Pulling out the small semi circle stand, that fit around his stomach, he placed the laptop on top, loading the device. As usual Shizuo got into work pretty quickly, managing to get through to lunch and only having to empty his bladder eight times. It was a good day.

On the CCTV he could see the desks empty in his department, knowing where they were all going. "Shizu-chan, aren't you going to lunch?" Shaking his head, he barely managed to cover a yawn. Pushing the small table away, he laid down, grabbing the pillow and blanket neatly folded on the sofa. "Wake me up in an hour." Closing his eyes, he drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking up into those crimson eyes. Blinking in confusion, Shizuo went to move, a hand stopping him from doing so. Since when was Izaya his lap pillow? Even so, he welcomed the gentle fingers, that soothed his scalp in soft circular motions. "Has an hour gone?" His lover shook his head. "Go back to sleep."

The blond grinned, but nodded his head anyway. "Liar." Ever since Mr god complex had told him about his tells, he had paid attention, watching every inch of his lover. It taken a while, but he had finally picked up on it. "What makes you say that?" He could tell by the tone, Izaya was half joking, half serious. "Figure it out yourself." Sticking his tongue out, the blond turned over to go back to sleep. "Tell me, Shizu-chan." It felt good to know something the flea didn't.

Sitting up, he let out a hiss. That was another symptom. Grabbing at his leg, he tried to get rid of the pain, the muscles in his leg becoming horribly tight, he tried to move his foot, finding that he couldn't even bend his toes. Everything hurt. Gritting his teeth, he tried loosening the muscle. "Shizu-chan, calm down." He tried, he really did, remembering the last time, he had rushed to get rid of it. He had been unable to walk for a while, his legs so damn sensitive.

His lover moved from the sofa, forcing him to lay back against the pillow. Shizuo's leg was rigid, his foot fixed at the wrong angle. "I've got it." His pant leg was lifted, so the flea could get to his bare skin. Skilled fingers glided along his leg, slowly adding pressure as they gently massaged his leg, loosening the cramped muscle.

"Stay still, relax." He could slowly feel it working, the pain dulling, making him believe the cramp was gone. Even so, he kept perfectly still, Izaya's hands were around his bare foot, slowly moving his ankle in small circular motions. "Is it gone?" Attempting to bend his leg, Shizuo nodded in relief. "Yeah, it's gone now." Sitting up, he added pressure to his leg, as if he were about to stand. Nothing. It had been dealt with correctly this time. "Thanks." Mr god complex got up from where he was kneeling. "No problem. How's the other one?" Moving his other leg, he let out a sigh of relief. "That one is fine."

His lover grinned, rummaging through a bag on his desk. "You haven't eaten anything yet, I picked us up something." The blond pulled himself up right. "Ootoro again?" Taking the take away box, he lifted the lid, groaning loudly. "I'm not eating this." He would have attempted the sushi, if that's what Izaya had brought. Instead he looked at the amount of green in the box. Salad. Really?

Sure he had attempted to eat healthily, letting Mr god complex cook most of the meals, eating a few vegetables here and there, leaving the rest on his plate. But this was nothing except for vegetables. He recognised a few that he ate. Lifting one of the green pieces, Shizuo looked at his lover. "What is this?" The damn flea grinned. "Lettuce. Try it, you might like it."

He sincerely doubted that. Picking up the white plastic fork. He moved the salad around the container, quickly losing his appetite. "Did I do something to piss you off?" The blond was met with laughter, though not unkind or mocking. "You couldn't if you tried, protozoan. Guess it was a bit early to try you on salads." You think? The container was taken away from him and left on the desk.

His gaze was drawn to the CCTV screen. The desks were empty, in all departments. Every screen showed a blank room. "Where is everyone?" Izaya was still grinning. "Third floor, conference rooms. I'll join you in a bit." Shaking his head in confusion, Shizuo got up slowly, moving to the door. Already he could feel the weight pushing against him. Letting out a sigh, he went for the toilet instead.

The door to Izaya's office was now closed, but he could still see him through the glass panels, on the phone talking animatedly. Crimson eyes caught his own, his lover waving him away. Turning around he trudged to the elevator, wondering what was going on. Once the doors opened, he stepped inside.

The damn thing still hadn't been fixed, no matter how many times he said about. Going as far as adding it to the expense list. As usual he was hesitant about getting inside, the thing was dangerous on a normal day, now that he had a bit of extra weight, it was deadly. The doors slid shut, taking him down to the third floor.

His lover was up to something. He wasn't sure how many more surprises he could take. The lift jolted, as it stopped at the third floor, the doors slowly groaning as they opened. Shizuo blinked. He wasn't alone. The floor had been completely renovated, before it was a row of five large conference rooms that were hardly ever used, they were gone. "Heiwajima-san." Glancing up he could see one of the women from the accounts department waving at him.

"Takara-san, right?" The woman nodded, smiling up at him. She was small and kind, her blue eyes were always bright. "You remembered." Everyone knew how rubbish he was at remembering names, a few had joked about wearing name tags to help him out. Takara and he had become close, after the announcement, she was married with two children of her own. "Come on, I saved you a seat."

Blinking in confusion, he followed her through the double doors, finding himself standing in a large spacious area. He wasn't alone, the modified room, had been changed, so that tables were grouped together. It reminded him a bit of the school cafeteria. No, that's exactly what it was. Mr god complex had the unused rooms, turned into a café for the entire company. The blond felt his face heat up, knowing that it was mainly because of him, now he had no reason to feel shy or self conscious.

"Shizu-Shizu, Tak-Tak." Somehow everyone in the company was becoming a lot closer, beforehand it had been confined to each department and now, he was talking to different people all the time. As soon as he sat down he could tell, that Izaya hadn't skimped on the tables or chairs. The tables were polished and smooth, the chairs incredibly comfortable, to the point he could sit back and fall asleep.

On his table was his department, Mikado and Kida were sitting next to each other, Walker and Erika, then on his side it was Kadota and Takara, a spare space for his lover. The table following on was the rest of the accounts department, the one further up was the I.T department, he didn't really know the rest as of yet.

The doors opened again, everyone looking up as Izaya walked in. Sometimes he forgot that his lover actually had responsibilities. "Good afternoon, my precious humans. As you can see, a few changes have been made to this floor. Rather than leave it go to waste, I've had this floor renovated as a cafeteria." Those that hadn't figured it out gasped. "As you can see, there are various vending machines along the wall. The counter is there for you to order from. At the moment the menus will be fixed, but if you have any ideas, submit them to the box on the side."

The sound of clapping filled the room, making him look around in awe. "What's that look for?" He hadn't noticed Izaya coming up behind him. Feeling his face heat up, he covered his ears, his lover taking the saved space next to him. "When did you do this?" His lover only grinned. Resting his face on his hand, he didn't look at the flea, while he mumbled. "Thanks."

He did shiver when Izaya got too close for comfort, whispering in his ear. "You're welcome, Shizu-chan." Every syllable was drawn out and breathed against his ear. Damn it, he was sitting in the same room as the rest of the company. Glancing up,he could see those close to him, had politely turned away. Kida was grinning. Mikado had his head lowered blushing. Karisawa, was leaning forward, eyes gleaming. He was saved further embarrassment by Kadota, who handed him a menu, he could bury his head in.

His eyes scrolled down, licking his lips as he read the dessert menu. It was quickly snatched from his loose grip. "No cake." Groaning, he rested his head on the cool wood of the table. "You choose then." Though he knew that was what he was planning anyway. "I'll be back soon, don't miss me too much, Shizu-chan." He felt sorry for those sitting around Izaya. Still his eyes didn't leave that slim back as his lover made his way to the counter to order for them.

It occurred to him that the flea had saved him from showing off his pregnant belly, by ordering for him. It made Shizuo smile, his plate set down in front of him. His eyes widened glancing at his lover. "Are you teasing me again?" He had been told by his lover nothing sweet, but on his plate was tamagoyaki. "Hurry up and eat, protozoan, before I change my mind." Leaning over he copied Izaya's early movement, brushing his lips against his lover's ear. "Thanks."

Izaya shivered, making him smile as he turned his attention to his plate, a few mouthfuls and he had demolished it, clearing his plate. Glancing around the room, he could see everyone was already eating, the room full of chatter. Trust the flea to order ootoro. It was warm and comforting, everyone in the room was getting along, becoming like a family to him. When he had first met Izaya he had practically been alone and now he had all of this. The extra connections and emotional ties, that wouldn't have been possible if not for his lover. He had Kasuka, his future in laws, everyone at Artic, everyone at TGOI, hell even his parents deep down. He smiled at the small kick inside his stomach. He had his hot possessive unstoppable lover and he had their son. At that point in time he felt like the luckiest person in the world. Not that he would repeat that to Izaya.

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