I DO NOT OWN DURARARA AS MUCH AS I WISHED I DID.

Christmas had come and gone and not a present or a friendly wish.
Not even a pity gift from Simon. Most likely because of the hectic year he had caused...

New Years had also come and gone and two days later he hadn't even gotten a "Happy New Year" or "Good luck this year!".
Let alone a kiss at midnight.

Not that it mattered at all.
What could matter to the great Izaya Orihara of Ikebukuro other than messing with other people's lives.

He sighed wryly as he stepped into his office and shrugged off his fur trimmed jacket which was now littered with snowflakes. "What do I expect with this job- to be showered with flowers and the adoration of thousands? Yeah right..." he muttered, taking a seat at his desk after putting on some water for tea.

No new emails. He sighed, even his clients weren't talking to him. "At least it's only cause of the holiday season. Seriously, even they're predictable."

The information broker swivelled around to face the windows which displayed a wonderful view of Shinjuku.

He let out a content sigh despite the melancholy curtain which hung over him. The faint smile slowly began to fade though.

"...Not even a visit from Shizu-chan...how depressing."

As though it were planned, the beast of Ikebukuro burst through the office door that very moment.

Izaya blinked his eyes in surprise. He then quickly masked himself in a Cheshire grin.

"To what do I owe this overdue visit, Shizu-chan~?"
"You know the reason, flea!"
"Actually, I don't, Shizu-chan. You're too stupid for me to read."

Faster than expected, the blond grabbed the black haired man by the collar of his v-neck shirt and pinned him against the bookshelves. "Cut the crap."

He winced. Really. Of all times, Shizuo had to barge in when he was feeling out of it?

"Nice weather today, isn't it, Shizu-chan?"
"I said cut the crap!"
"Well why don't you 'cut the crap', so to speak, and tell me why you bothered intruding in my office after being around your brother this past few weeks?" The informant could barely hide the bitter tone in his voice.
The bodyguard glared at him. "So not only do you generally screw with people's lives but you also stalk people?"
"Now, now, I never said that."
"Tch."
"What was my fault again?"

The black haired man was roughly dropped to the ground before being less roughly kissed right on the lips.

A mix of emotions coursed through Izaya with that one unexpected kiss.

Confusion.
Is this actually happening?

Repulsion.
How disgusting, being kissed by your male enemy of all people!

Curiosity.
Why is he kissing me? Doesn't he hate me? Don't I hate him?

Fascination.
He really is kissing me. I really can't predict him at all. Does this mean..he loves me?

Acceptance.
This...isn't necessarily bad...

Shizuo silently withdrew and fixed his sunglasses. He rose up and helped the now slightly blushing Izaya to his feet and then began to walk out.

"What..was my fault again?"
Silence.
"...Let me guess. You blame me for whatever feelings you have that caused you to...kiss me?"
A sigh.

The taller man turned around and pulled the information broker to him before enveloping him in a near suffocatingly warm hug.

"Not even a flea like you should be left alone for so long."

"...Is that so?"

"Just shut up. Just because I...kissed you doesn't mean I won't still get mad at you."

"Of course, Shizu-chan."

Yay for random fluff that won't leave you alone until you type it?
XD This is sort of forced and sort of not. I have kind of mixed feelings for this oneshot.

Reviews are welcome as always. ^^