Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2011-07-29 15:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2011 eight characters challenge, author: catdevigri, crossover: durarara!!/fma, pairing: izaya/kimblee |
Late to Bed, Late to Rise (Durarara!!/FMA, Izaya/Kimblee)
Title: Late to Bed, Late to Rise
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: Crossover - Durarara!! x Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing/characters: Izaya Orihara/Solf J. Kimblee (+ references to Shizuo/Izaya)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied sex
Word count: 782
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Izaya hurries in the evening and lingers in the morning. Kimblee has some questions about this.
Author's comment: I'd like to do something better with these two. Anyway, before ending up with this, I wrote a few short pieces testing out the idea of Kimblee ending up in Japan and working for the Awakusu-kai. His style of doing things doesn't turn out to be the greatest fit, so he's assigned to work as Izaya's subordinate. ...I think that's about it.
"Hmm? That's it?" Kimblee turned a perplexed gaze to his companion as he turned away and rolled out of bed, heading directly for clean clothes and underwear.
"I know you like to chat and try for seconds, but you've got to remember that some of us have actual work to do tonight, Kim-tan," Izaya tsked. He didn't even turn around as he talked, steadily proceeding to pull a pair of his standard black pants over his boxer briefs.
"You're always working, day and night, but you don't tell me what kind of work you do for Mr. Shiki. You never want to go out and light up the city at night with me," Kimblee pouted, poking his head out from under the wrong end of the covers.
"This is the middle of Tokyo, not whatever countryside or war zone you came out of. That's the exact reason Shiki-san had to put you into my care, Kim-tan!" Izaya's head popped out of the neck of his shirt. He shook it disapprovingly. "Your idea of a good time involves blowing stuff up."
"If we go down by the river with some fireworks, it won't hurt anyone."
"Go to sleep," Izaya brushed by, stroking one hand over Kimblee's sloppy ponytail. "You look pretty worn out, and if you don't have the energy to get up and make me breakfast in the morning, what am I going to do, call Namie-san?"
"Make me," Kimblee kept up his petulant protests.
"I'm your boss now, remember?" Izaya spread his hands out dramatically, "I thought it'd been established that I call the shots. And I'm telling you to get your beauty sleep, Kim-tan. You're getting too old to burn the midnight oil. You're going to give yourself wrinkles."
"Hmm," his face showed an unfavorable reaction to the idea of wrinkles. The difference between his and Izaya's ages was brought to his attention somewhat more frequently than he would've like. He was vain enough to worry about aging.
"Go to sleep and I'll be here when you wake up in the morning," Izaya repeated sweetly, firmly.
He liked it when Izaya asserted himself while still remaining kind. "I will," Kimblee relented, happy to give in at last to that command.
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"Good morning, Iza-pon."
Izaya muttered something incomprehensible and rolled over. Kimblee leaned over him, already neatly coifed, impeccably dressed, and carrying breakfast on a tray. "I hope this is all right. I didn't think you'd want anything heavy..."
Izaya sat up slowly. "Good morning, Kim-tan. I guess it's time again for me to see how you compare to my 'wife.'"
"If anyone around here is your wife, that would be me," Kimblee grumbled, carefully passing Izaya the tray.
Izaya immediately set to laughing at the ludicrous complaint. Among the men he'd had relationships with, only Kimblee would ever evenly say such things. He was one of a kind. Izaya didn't want to say so, because it would bring up all sorts of needless complications, but he loved Kimblee (though this did nothing to nullify his love for Shizu-chan and all other humans). "So explain to me to me why I wouldn't want a big breakfast. Maybe I'm really hungry after staying out so late and working so hard."
"Because if you get too full, you won't be in the mood for sex."
"Eh?" Izaya poked at his eggs, sunny side up, "You got all dressed up just so I could undress you? My, you really weren't ready for me to leave last night, were you?"
"Well, I know that you have plenty of time for me in the morning...don't you?" he grinned, "Anyway, take your time with that. I'll start washing dishes."
"You're right... On Sunday morning I can take things nice and slow," Izaya called out just loud enough for Kimblee to hear him over the running water. "You make a great breakfast, but if I want something that's not western-style, I guess I'm going to have to call Namie-san, huh?"
"If you prefer Japanese-style food, I'll have to learn."
"Ah, Kim-tan!" Izaya laughed more, "Your stuff is fine! Don't act so serious!" He hesitated, not adding, "like Shizu-chan." "Oh, come on! That's enough breakfast!" he continued, rushing to brush away any stray thoughts of that pesky blond. "Let me muss up your hair and get you out of that suit and maybe there'll even be a second round. And you won't want to ask me about my job, because I'll take you out to a spot where you can blow something up and I'll applaud instead of scolding you."
"I think my heart skipped a beat!" Kimblee dried his hands and hurried to take Izaya up on it.