"I-ZA-YA!" Shizuo shouted, chasing the raven haired informant down the snow covered backstreets of Ikebukuro.

Izaya chuckled, skillfully dodging the projectiles the blonde threw at him, "How long has it been, Shizu-chan? Nine years and you still can't catch me~?" he teased.

"SHUT UP!" Shizuo roared, uprooting a stop sign and throwing it at him.

The informant smirked, turning on his heel to go around the corner, but-

Whack

Izaya slipped on some ice and slammed into the hard brick on the side of a building.

Shizuo grinned, hurrying over to the fallen informant who was curled up on the ground, holding his head in pain, "Gotcha now, flea..."

Before Izaya could comprehend the situation, his head was slammed into a wall again and he was being held high in the air by the collar of his shirt, "Sh-shizu-chan, let go."

The blonde grinned reaching for Izaya's pocket knife before he could, chucking it haphazardly away, the metal clinking as it collided with the ground, "Guess we know what happens now."

"You don't have the guts," the now trapped informant chuckled, "You' are very cowardly for a monster, you know~."

He was rewarded with his head being slammed into the wall again, "Shut up."

Izaya winced slightly, now realizing that he had to think of something quick to avoid being seriously injured.

"Any last words, flea?" Shizuo growled, pulling his fist back, getting ready to beat the living daylights out of his enemy.

"I love you, Shizu-chan!"Izaya cried suddenly, before realizing what he just blurt out.

Shizuo's heart skipped a beat at Izaya's words,"You what?"

"I love you, Shizu-chan!" Eyes slowly widening, he could seek comfort in his jacket, burying his face in the cloth, realizing what he was getting himself into.

"Bullshit." Shizuo stated flatly, tightening his grip on Izaya's shirt.

Izaya looked up pleadingly at Shizuo, but avoided his gaze, "It's not! Ever since that first day in high school, I've wanted you," he bit his lip, anxiously trying to think of something else to say, "I wanted you to pay attention to me, but I didn't know how I could get you to... That's why I did all the things I did." He blushed, gazing at Shizuo's hands holding his shirt.

"You're lying," Shizuo growled, narrowing his eyes at Izaya.

"I'm not, Shizuo..." the name felt odd on Izaya's tongue, but he continued, "I-I just wanted you to be close to me. And I've ruined it all. I've been meaning to tell you at some point, but I've never had the opportunity. And now it's developed into this. You trying to kill me whenever you see my face. I never wanted this." Please buy this shit I'm telling you...

A hint of doubt flickered, but he stood his ground, "I still don't believe you."

Damn. "Shizu-chan, please... I'll prove it to you."

The blonde shook Izaya, "How? You can't prove lies."

Izaya stuttered for a moment, trying to think This is bad... "I-I'll..."

"What?!" Shizuo slammed Izaya into the wall behind him hard enough that small chunks of the stone flew off.

"Aaah! I'll sleep with you!" Izaya cried, his mind too clouded by pain to think clearly.

There was silence.

"... What?" Shizuo's voice was almost inaudible.

Izaya's face turned as white as a sheet, realizing what he had just said. But there was no taking it back now, "I-I'll sleep with you..." Suddenly, the ground beneath Izaya's feet became very interesting, he could see where his body had made a path through the fallen snow when he slipped.

"...You aren't kidding, are you?" Shizuo asked quietly, blushing a bit as he believed Izaya's words.

Izaya shook his head, inwardly grimacing at the thought of doing this, "I'm not." His didn't dare look up into those amber eyes.

Shizuo blushed, thinking for a moment, the only sound being his breath which came out in big puffs in the cold air.

"What? Big, strong Shizu-chan isn't man enough to have sex~?" Izaya teased, but inwardly was disgusted at himself.

"I'm not," Shizuo growled, setting Izaya down, but keeping a hold on his wrist.

"L-let's go to my house, Shizu-chan. My bed is more comfortable~" Izaya said, looking back on his knife that was left on the pavement.

"Fine."