Mended rift
A/N:- Its that time of year again. Merry Christmas! Thank you for all the support this year it really means a lot. Soon I'll start on another fic that's been stuck in my head. Hopefully this time I can keep it to one at a time. Anyways. Enjoy.
It had been two weeks since he had put the decorations up with Izaya, Emi was spellbound by the christmas tree, to the point they no longer had to worry about keeping a hold on her or getting the playpen out. She sat in front of it, staring at the lights, while she held onto one of her plush toys. "Emi, Its time to go." His little girl pouted. "Aca!"
"We need to go to work. Come on sweetie." Shizuo sighed, seeing Emi try to escape Izaya's arms. "Keep still. A little help, Shizu-chan?" Lifting her into his arms, his grip was a lot more sturdy. "Thanks. She's got a lot more energy today." A loud giggle echoed through his ears. "Kyouko has her decorations up now. Don't you want to see the christmas tree?"
Once Emi had happily stayed with Kyouko, he let Izaya drive them to TGOI. He still hadn't told his work mates he would be leaving yet. He was running out of time. "You're with me today, Shizu-chan." Shizuo still couldn't step inside an elevator, instead he took the stairs, meeting his lover at the top.
Things were getting easier between them, he now allowed Izaya to hold him while they slept, but that was as far as it got, their relationship hadn't yet gone back into the intimate stage. "Shizu-chan, coffee." Everything else was back to normal, he was comfortable with Izaya and he knew the flea felt the same, but it wasn't back to how it used to be.
Even the office had been set back to how it originally was, his desk sat in the corner, his computer already loaded up. Getting up, he took Izaya's cup from his hand, making his way into the kitchen. It felt like he had found himself back in the past. Since the coffee machine had broken, he was back to using the kettle.
Once he had finished, he carried the mug back to the desk, placing it down. His gaze fell to the CCTV, where his workmates were happily talking among themselves. He needed to tell them and soon. The end of the year was approaching quickly. "Shizu-chan?" As usual his lover watched over him, constantly asking if he was okay, trying to rebuild their relationship.
"I'm fine. I haven't told them yet." His lover said nothing. Once again silence settled over the room, like a blanket. He knew Izaya was being polite, once again trying to watch what he was saying and how far he went. But now the awkwardness that remained between them felt suffocating. "Iz-" Cutting himself off, he went back to his screen. What if he had made a mistake?
Shizuo tried concentrating on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. Whether his lover had noticed or not, he had been spending longer in the shower every morning, the same when he had a bath. His body craved to be touched again. He had been split into three his heart, his brain and his body.
His heart had already forgiven the flea and longed to be closer and fix the rift, now his body was crying out for his lover as well, begging to be touched. The logical thoughts in his head, were quickly disappearing, being dragged along with the rest of him. Whatever Izaya was doing, it was working. So how did he get across and mend the gap that remained between them?
"Shizu-chan, its lunch time." Blinking in barely hidden shock, he looked at the time in the corner of his computer screen. He had spent all morning thinking about Izaya. "Do you want to go to the park again?" It had become their favourite spot, an area of truce, somewhere they could be completely open and honest with each other. "Yeah."
Locking his computer, he got up from his seat, seeing that his workmates had already vacated their own desks. Shizuo could feel someone watching him, out of the corner of his eye he could see Izaya staring at him. Looking up, Mr god complex looked away, pretending to lock his own computer. "Lets go, Shizu-chan."
Making his way down the corridor, he headed for the stairs. "You still don't like lifts?" The blond turned around, meeting concerned crimson. "After Emi... I just don't trust them." His lover sighed, reaching out a hand for him. "I've had them checked, these are brand new. Nothing will happen." Taking a deep breath he took Izaya's hand.
The flea's smile was contagious, one of happy relief. Taking a step into the lift, he blinked in confusion as the smile on his lover's face dropped. "Shizu-chan, don't touch anything." Too late, he had already pushed the button for the ground floor. The doors slid shut, behind Izaya. "Fuck!"
"Izaya?" The flea was jabbing at the button for the next floor. "Sorry, Shizu-chan." Shizuo panicked as the lift jarred, slowing to a stop. "This isn't happening." His heart rate quickened, his head spinning as he realised once again, he was stuck in a damn lift. The lights flickered before sending them into darkness.
Sliding down the metal, Shizuo rested his head against his knees, his breathing uneven. "Shizu-chan? Are you okay?" He didn't answer, unable to. "Answer me." Something hit his leg, making him wince. Reaching out he tried to catch his lover as he fell on top of him. "...You knew." A bright light blinded him, the flea using his phone as a torch. "I didn't do this. I wouldn't. The roof of the lift is covered in mistletoe. I noticed when I walked in just now."
No he knew that, this wasn't done by Izaya. There was only one person who he knew had brought a ton of mistletoe. His face heated up feeling Izaya's hand on his crotch. "Izaya." In the little light, crimson eyes flicked up to meet his. "Your hand." He could see the shock in those eyes, his lover falling back across his legs as he quickly removed his hand. "Sorry. Ow!"
His arms shot out, helping Izaya up, so he was sitting beside him. "Thanks. You look pale." The blond entwined his fingers with his lover, squeezing tightly. "We'll get out of here soon. Stay calm." Nodding his head, he watched as long fingers jabbed at the intercom. "Quit playing around or you're fired."
Its for your own good Iza-Iza. Ah, so he was right. It was Karisawa. "Shizu-chan will have a panic attack, switch it back on." His lover's voice was cold, even as a warm hand gripped his own, Izaya's thumb rubbing the back of his hand in a calming motion. That's no fun. Fine. The intercom went dead, the lights flickering back on. Looking up, he could see mistletoe covering the roof of the lift, like a net.
"Hang on, Shizu-chan. I'll get rid of it." Sighing in relief, as the lift moved again, he watched as Izaya tried to reach up and cut the mistletoe down. He hadn't tried to use the situation to his advantage. His heart pounded in his chest. "Izaya." Maybe this was what they had needed. "What's wrong?"
He could see the concern in those sharp crimson eyes, his lover crouched down in front of him, hand hovering above his knee, but not touching it. "Enough." Reaching out, his fingers brushed along Izaya's soft cheek, his legs wrapping around his lover's slim waist. "Shizu-chan?" Shaking his head, he moved forward. "Shut up."
Shizuo brushed his lips against Izaya's, his arms looping around the man's neck. "Shizu-chan. Are you-" He kissed him again a little more forcefully this time, glad when Izaya responded to him, a wet tongue prodded at his lips, slipping into his mouth as he parted them. He could tell his lover was still hesitant, wondering how far they would go.
Their lips moved in sync against one another, Shizuo letting Izaya explore every inch of his mouth, his own tongue coming out to play. Long fingers slid into his hair, his own fingers moving through raven hair. A groan of disappointment left him, when Izaya pulled away. "Shizu-chan. You don't have to do this."
The blond could see the want in those eyes, the need that was reflected in his own. His arm fell to his side, his voice small. "I don't want to fight any more. I don't want the distance." He knew he could trust Izaya, not as much as before but they would get there. "I don't want it either. You are the only one to mess me up this much. I didn't think love could hurt this much. I'm sorry Shizu-chan. I can't be away from you."
Shizuo sighed wrapping his arms around Izaya and bringing him closer. "I need you, Izaya." Yeah, they were both stupid. "Then I can kiss you?" In answer, he pressed his lips against his lover. "Not just because of the mistletoe?" He couldn't get rid of the grin that made its way onto his face. "Shut up and kiss me."
"Who am I to refuse that." Before he could answer, there was a warm pressure against his lips, his mouth already opening to let Izaya in. One hand curled in his hair, the other leaned against the metal of the lift, as his lover straddled his hips. His eyes slipped shut, handing all control over.
They snapped open as a loud squeal crackled through the intercom. Yay! Now that was a kiss. I told you this would work Dotachin. His face paled as he realised they were being watched. Why aren't they continuing? That voice belonged to Mikado. What do you expect? that bastard Izaya upset him. Glancing up Izaya, he could see his lover staring at him.
Look, they kissed. I told you my plan would work. Shizuo lowered his head, hearing a sigh. As long as he's happy, that's all that matters. Kadota. Um guys. Should that light be flashing? Shizuo covered his ears from the distraught screech. No! The intercom came back on. I'm so sorry Iza-Iza, Shizu-Shizu. You can continue. The small speaker went dead.
"They really care about you." Yeah they did. A hand reached out to him, pulling him up from the floor. "Maybe we could continue at home?" Shizuo grinned. Reaching up and plucking down a piece of mistletoe with ease. "You're the boss. Can I have the rest of the day off?" The lift finally stopped, the doors sliding open. "Only the rest of the day?" There was that look again, of pure need. His lower half twitched in response. "We'll have to see." Hand in hand, they walked to the car.
Falling back onto the bed, he brought Izaya with him, both of them still fully clothed. "Shizu-chan. Last chance to back out. If you-" Rolling his lover underneath him, Shizuo straddled slim hips, already removing his jacket, slamming his lips against Izaya. Pulling away, he was breathing hard. "I'm sure." A yelp escaped him as he was thrown backwards, pinned underneath Izaya. "Then I'm not holding back."
Their clothes created a pile on the floor. His lover shivered. "I can switch the heating on if yo-" His lips were quickly taken and he knew they would be kiss swollen by the end of it. Izaya's tongue danced in his mouth, entwining with his own, even as they touched each other for the first time since their argument. "I missed this." He wasn't sure which one of them said it, but he knew it was true for both of them.
His impatience grew quickly, swatting his lover's hand away as slim fingers tweaked one of his nipples. "Fuck the foreplay. I need you inside me." The complicated and torn look on Izaya's face was almost comical and for a few seconds his lover remained still, just piercing him with those crimson eyes. "...Fine."
Shizuo growled in warning as a slicked finger slid past his ring. "Izaya!" There was that look again, before the finger slipped out of him. He shivered as something cold, dribbled down his ass. For a few seconds he thought Izaya would ignore his request and waste time in preparing him. He was relieved when something larger prodded at his tight entrance, his hips jerking, forcing his lover in.
"Shit! Shizu-chan. Next time we do this my way." Which meant he would be covered in hickeys from head to toe, his lover showing care to every inch of his body, until he was begging to be fucked. But for now, it was his choice. His arms wrapped around Izaya's neck, keeping him close. The lube helped, though he could feel every inch push into him.
He could feel the heat inside him, even as his lover pulled out to the tip, slim hips snapping forward, Izaya's cock slamming into his prostate, making him shake. He had known he wouldn't last long, but this was ridiculous. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip and he knew he was lucky he hadn't cum when he had been entered.
"We've barely started and you're already close. So am I." Good. At least he wasn't the only one. They were both panting, his hips moving in sync with Izaya, his head thrown back as pleasure racked his body. "Nn fuck." He blamed Izaya for changing him, making him so easy to pleasure. "Ahn Can't hold it." His little sweet spot was abused, his lover moving between his legs, thrusting inside him with perfect aim. This is what he needed, the closeness that existed between them, their skin rubbing together.
His own length stood red and angry, ready to burst. His eyes widened as nimble fingers, curled around him, stroking him to completion. "Sto-ah!" A coil in his belly sprung loose, his seed making a mess of Izaya's hand and his stomach. Damn it. Collapsing back on the bed, he glanced up at Izaya, as he came down from his high. His cock twitched, watching his lover lick his fingers, the last few thrusts inside him desperate, before he was filled, a groan coming from the raven. "Not enough. I need to touch you more, Shizu-chan." At least they agreed on something.
Needless to say he couldn't walk properly the next day. Mr god complex dropped Emi around to Kyouko and came back to spend the rest of the day with him. Rolling off of the bed, Shizuo sat on the floor, a pillow underneath him, digging through the bag in front of him. "Do we have everything?"Looking up, he smiled as Izaya carried the first bag of presents in. "Wrapping paper, ribbons, these little bow things and tape. Oh and the gift tags. That's everything."
Shizuo scowled as laughter filled the room. "What is that?" His lover held up his monstrous wrapping. "You try wrapping it. Its a plush toy." Luckily the next one, was in a box, so he could easily wrap it. Once he had put the ribbon around it, the blond added one of the bows, writing on the gift tag. Looking up, he could see the grin gone. "You're right. This is harder than it looks." Shizuo gave him an I told you so expression, grabbing the next present to wrap.
Christmas eve was officially his last day. Sitting at his desk, he sighed for the hundredth time that morning. He should be happy, everyone had already given out their presents. "Shizu-Shizu. What's wrong?" He was out of time, not only that he had left it to the last moment to tell them. "Next year I won't be here."
All five of them stared at him. "Are you pregnant again?" He blanched at that, shaking his head. "No. I'm leaving TGOI." He was met with pure shock. "And that bastard is letting you?" Shizuo nodded. "Its why we got into a fight. Thank you for working with me." Kadota sighed. "Where will you be working?"
"At Artic. I'll be working nights." A loud squeal echoed in his ears. "We can still see you, since Kadota's girlfriend works there. But I'll miss you Shizu-Shizu!" His chair rocked as Karisawa hugged him. "We'll come and see you and you have all of our numbers." Kadota had to pull her off of him. "This isn't good bye Shizuo, we'll still keep in contact. We're all friends."
Mikado and Kida nodded in agreement. "Its going to be weird though. You and Izaya have always been together. We never thought you'd leave." Shrugging his shoulders, he tried to keep it together. As always his work mates were supportive of his decision. Getting up from his desk, he took a deep breath. "I should say goodbye to everyone else." By the end of it, he was in Izaya's office being comforted by his lover.
"Shizu-chan, do you feel better?" Rubbing at his eye, he sat up. "Yeah. Its really over." Izaya shrugged. "You're free to come back when you want to. You know that. Come one, lets pick up Emi." He didn't listen to his lover make the christmas announcement, sending everyone home. This place held a lot of memories for him. It was where he had been for years, where he had found Izaya and his friends.
"Mama!" The moment Emi was in his arms, he felt his melancholy mood lift. "Did you have fun at Kyouko's?" He received a giggle in reply. "Lets get you home, its a big day tomorrow." Walking back down the path, he opened the car door. "Kyouko wants us to go for dinner." In the front seat his lover sighed. "I thought she might. I'll talk to her. Tomorrow is just the three of us."
That night, once their little girl had been settled, Shizuo made his way down the stairs, helping Izaya carry the presents and place them neatly under the tree. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow. Our little girl is going to be so happy." Emptying the first bag, he moved onto the next.
The next morning it was Izaya that woke him up, looking at him like a child. "Merry Christmas, Shizu-chan." Shizuo smiled. The little piece of mistletoe dangled from the ceiling above them. After a quick kiss, his lover backed away. "Emi should be awake." Reaching the door to his daughter's room, he could see that she was standing up, holding onto the frame of the cot, a dummy in her mouth.
"Merry Christmas, Emi." Innocent crimson eyes looked up at him. "Aca?" Lifting her out of the cot, he held her close. "Close. We have a surprise for you." His lover was waving from the bottom of the stairs. "Merry Christmas, Sweetie." Emi giggled loudly. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, Shizuo set his daughter down, watching as she ran over to the tree. "Aca?"
Taking a seat on the sofa, he picked up the first present, handing it over. Tiny hand grabbed it, holding it high as she shook it. "You need to open it. Like this." Placing his fingers over hers, he gently tore the paper, revealing a large teddy bear. "Looks like this will be a while." His lover smiled, watching Emi hug the teddy. "Yeah."
Soon a pile of toys were beside their little girl. Emi standing up to reach for the next one herself, the paper was gone, a loud happy giggle echoing through the room. "This one is to help you learn." Taking the electronic book, he added it to the pile, watching as she reached for the next one. "Shizu-chan. This one is for you."
Taking his present he looked at the white paper with silver reindeer on. "Thanks. This one is yours." He hadn't really known what to get Izaya, since the man could easily buy everything he wanted. Tearing of the paper, he threw it away, holding the box in his hand. It looked like a very large book, but there were numbers on the side. Opening it up, he could see that it was hollow. A diary for the next year was inside.
"Everyone is entitled to their secrets. That box is locked with a four digit number that you choose. Whatever you need to you can put inside. I won't touch it or look." Shizuo looked down at what would be his new little sanctuary, where he could freely put his feelings. "Thank you." His lover shrugged. "As long as you like it."
He watched anxiously as Izaya unwrapped his own present. "Shizu-chan." Shaking his head, he opened his mouth. "I never replaced that picture you had above the bed and I saw that, so I thought maybe you'd like it?" He watched as the polystyrene protection was removed, his lover pulling out the Valkyrie figurine he had brought.
It was a dark bronze colour, the barely clothed woman, was sitting on horseback, holding a sword high in the air, cape fluttering behind her. "I love it. How long did it take you to find it?" He wasn't going to tell Izaya that it had taken ages of internet searching to find the right gift. At first he had thought of a canvas, but couldn't find the right one. Instead he had found the ornament and something told him to buy it. "Thank you, Shizu-chan."
Throwing the rubbish away, he turned back to his daughter. "Are you having fun?" His little girl giggled in reply, holding up another present. "I'm going to put this away. I'll be back in a minute." Making his way through the now little space, he carried his present into the bedroom. The book box was a light blue colour, that would easily be mistaken for another book.
Opening it up, he took out the diary, flicking through the pages. Along with it, was a pack of three ink pens and a small white envelope. Gently opening the flap, a silver ring fell into his palm, along with a folded piece of paper. Never forget Shizu-chan is Shizu-chan. I'm giving the ring back to you since its yours and will always belong to you. Keep it locked in the box until you're ready. When you choose to wear it again, I'll still be here waiting for you. Izaya.
Taking a deep breath, he folded the note back up, putting it back in the box with the ring. Choosing a number, he locked it, hearing a small click. As he placed it on the bedside table he could hear it roll around inside. This time his lover wouldn't ask him. It was a choice down to him. Letting out a sigh, he left the bedroom joining his family. "Mama!"
Taking his seat, Emi crawled into his lap, holding up the teddy bear. "Is that your favourite?" He got a small giggle in reply. "You're going to run out of space soon. You still have other presents to open." He didn't get an answer, looking down, his little girl was sitting up, staring intently at the book. "Come on, you need to eat breakfast. Then you can play with your presents." Moving past Izaya, he gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you." Emi struggled in his arms. "Aka!"
"You want one too?" Placing a kiss on her forehead, he smiled as she giggled. "Shizu-chan, say cheese." Once again his lover had the camera out, taking pictures. "Again? You need to be in it as well." Taking a seat on the sofa, he yanked Izaya down, next to him. "I haven't set the timer yet." Shizuo waited until his lover sat back down, a slim arm snaking around his waist.
"This one is going to be my screen saver. Look how cute, you two look." He growled at being called cute, once again carrying Emi into the kitchen. He smiled as the phone rang, knowing who it would be. "Shizu-chan, do you want to have Christmas dinner at my parents?" Taking out one of the peach puddings from the fridge, he called back. "Yeah, okay."
His lover sighed. "Sorry, I know it was supposed to be just the three of us." Shizuo shook his head. "No, its fine. Its nice, celebrating Christmas with family. I couldn't do that before." The flea ran a hand through his hair. "That's right, you didn't get along with your parents. In that case, I hope you have lots of room. My mother's dinners are huge." He couldn't help but smile. "That's fine. Merry Christmas, Izaya."
Next:- New year