A/N: First Durarara! fanfic I've ever written. I've been watching the anime for the past couple days and some online friends of mine are trying to convince me to ship Shizuo/Izaya. Anyway, this little baby hit me as I was watching episode 14. Can be taken as slash or general.

Izaya loved to toy with Shizu-chan. There was just something so... satisfying in the way Shizuo would yell and scream and try to hit him with stop signs. People would often ask, though not to Izaya face, why he still found his and Shizuo's tussles so enjoyable. They'd been at it for years, and anyone who even knew a little about Izaya thought he would have tired of it years ago.

Izaya would never say. He'd simply smirk and give that demon look of his.

The real reason was that Shizuo never quit. There was nothing that Izaya could do to to him that could discourage or stop him. The more Izaya said and the more he ran away, the more Shizuo chased him. Never in Izaya's life had he met someone who pushed back so hard.

He would never tell, though. Who knew what Shizuo would do if he ever found out? He certainly wouldn't be able to control that delicious fury that consumed him from the inside out whenever he saw Izaya... but Izaya wasn't willing to risk it.

Maybe one day, he would tell. Maybe after Shizuo had chased him all around the world and all the vending machines on earth had been uprooted and thrown. But, until then, they'd continue their dance... unsure of who was actually leading.