Love the Way You Lie -- Mizell x Rhys

[istaya]

Mizell fell to sleep slowly holding his lover close. When he woke up in the morning he slipped out quietly and smiled. He soon made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

[Ephemerality]

When Rhys woke in the morning, he grunted at the obvious lack of Mizell for him to hug up to. With his source of warmth gone, it was impossible for him to get back to sleep, leaving the half-breed to begrudgingly roll out of bed. Ever the nudist-at-heart, he didn't bother putting on any clothing, instead wandering out to the kitchen where he could smell breakfast.

Quiet as could be, the half-incubus tried to sneak up behind Mizell, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pushing himself as far onto his toes as he could to press a kiss to the other's shoulder and look at what was for breakfast.

"G'morning," He muttered, giving the food a long look. But the more he looked at it and the more he smelled it, the more his stomach began to turn. He wrinkled his nose. "Can I just have.. toast or something?"

[istaya]

Mizell turned to him worried but nodded, "Sure if that is what you want. Are you sick?" He was more worried abour his investment in Rhys then the other being sick. "Or is it your incubus side not wanting food today?" He reached to touch his forehead, "No fever but I can still send you to our doctor."

[Ephemerality]

"Toast doesn't even sound good. Everything just looks and smells awful. But I don't think it's the incubus thing.. You made for damn sure that I won't be starved for sex for a while," Rhys pouted softly, "I guess I should go to the doctor, then.." As much as he hated it, it was necessary. If he was sick, he couldn't work. They just couldn't have him having to rush off-stage in the middle of a dance or passing around his illness to the clients.

[istaya]

Mizell nodded, "I'll call," he told him after he turned off the stove. "Just come see me after, I'll keep busy." They were not so close that he would go to the doctor with him. "I have paperwork to do, and if you are sick I will need to get a replacement for you till you are better."

[Ephemerality]

"Sure thing, boss," Rhys stated, disentangling himself from the other to put some clothes on. He shimmied back into his leather pants from the night before but instead of his skimpy top, decided to borrow a button-up from Mizell's closet. Once he was dressed, he called out to the other, "I'll call you as soon as I'm out."

With that, the half-breed boy slipped out the door and out onto the street, grateful that the doctor's office wasn't far away. Still feeling a bit sick to his stomach, he checked himself in before taking a seat in the waiting room, stretching out with an impatient sigh.

[istaya]

Mizell cooked small meal for himself before heading to his office. He had called ahead to the doctor wanting his lover in quick so he would not get bored. Now he was heading down that path as he did the payroll, glad many of his workers took cash.

[Ephemerality]

It didn't take long for the doctor to call Rhys in, but considerably longer before the boy emerged again, even more pale than usual with an expression halfway between utter shock and anger. He didn't even stop to pay for the visit, simply uttering a quiet 'Charge Mizell for it' as he passed the receptionist on the way out. Once he was out onto the streets, he made a beeline for the club, heading right up to Mizell's office.

"I could kill you," Rhys stated as soon as he was inside, slamming the door shut none-too-gently. Storming forward, he slammed his hands down on the edge of the other's desk, glaring at him, "Actually, as soon as I come up with a way to hide the body, you're a dead man."

[istaya]

Mizell looked up when the door was slammed and frowned at Rhys words. "Why?" he demanded now. He did not like the way Rhys was speaking to him, it made him angry, he should get respect from the other. "If it is something incurable it was not me who gave it to you. I get checked weekly and when I am with others I am protected. It is you who has gotten something from one of your guests, I have always told you to use protection."

[Ephemerality]

Rhys glared at the man as he made assumptions about the news, before finally collapsing back into a chair. Part of him wanted to smack the living Hell out of the man. The other wanted to pull his knees up to his chest and cry. Luckily, he controlled himself enough to keep from doing either, instead keeping quiet for a long moment before he spoke.

"You knocked me up," The half-incubus stated, voice barely even audible, "You're the only one that could have."

[istaya]

Mizell dropped his pen hard on the desk as he heard that trying to think. "Your lying. It is not mine," he said after a few minutes of silence. He stood moving close to him, "You cannot work. I will work on a great severance package and try to help you find the real father."

[Ephemerality]

Rhys was stunned when the giver accused him of lying, staring at him with mouth open until the anger hit him like a brick wall. He gripped the sides of the chair hard, just to keep him from lashing out at the other.

"I'm not fuckin' lying! You are the only person I ever let bite me for this exact reason, and the doctor said that was close enough to claiming to count!" The white-haired boy snapped, "Why would I even lie about that, anyway? You're the last person I'd want to knock me up!"

[istaya]

Mizell was stunned and he sat to sit down again mouth opening and shutting as he tried to think of what to say. After a few moments he walked over to him to touch his stomach fright in his eye, "I can't have a baby," he whispered voice raw. "I would be an awful father. Go back...please...tell him to recheck...gods Rhys...." He sat next to him going pale now, "He has to be wrong...I can't...Rhys I can't..."

[Ephemerality]

Rhys' anger faded somewhat when the other gave in to the fact that he was the father, but Mizell's words weren't exactly comforting. He shook his head, looking down at the hand on his stomach before looking away. "I made him check three times," He admitted emotionlessly, "Every single test was positive."

He choked out. Finally, he couldn't help himself anymore. The white-haired boy pulled in his legs and hugged them tight against his chest, burying his head and letting the first frustrated tears fall. It was rare for the tough bearer to ever allow himself such weakness, but he just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"And you think I can?" He choked out, body shaking lightly as he cried, "I can't take care of a kid. Damn it, I can barely take care of myself."

[istaya]

Mizell pulled him into his lap holding him tight and not wanting to let go. He laid his chin on his shoulder hand on his stomach again worried. "You cannot work," he whispered softly. "But...live with me and I'll take care of you both..." His hand started rubbing that stomach absentmindedly as he thought, "We cannot play anymore...maybe...maybe take some classes...because I have no idea how to raise a child..." He wasn't even sure if he loved Rhys, and now they were having a child, he did not know what to do.