For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[Tonight, Dazai is really drunk.

This is not different from most other nights in their favorite bar, save for a few things.

1. Ango isn't here.

2. Dazai is really drunk. The kind of drunk that has Odasaku concerned that he might be trying to die through liver failure. That drunk.

And so, it's with hesitation that he speaks up.]

Maybe you should stop drinking for tonight.

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[ninjou]

[Dazai grins.]

What about when I die? Are you going to be celibate?

[tenimuho]

[After a moment's thought, he shrugs.]

Maybe not. Maybe. Not a lot of people make me want to do this with them.

[ninjou]

[Dazai smiles.]

You're so much better than I am. Seriously, how do you do it?

[tenimuho]

I don't know.

[An honest answer.

But he does know he doesn't like to see that expression on Dazai's face, so he closes what little distance there is between them to kiss it off him.]

[ninjou]

[Wow don't be rude about his rude smiles.

But he's getting a lingering kiss back, and it's calm and sweet and it makes Dazai feel content. It feels like the home he doesn't have.]

[tenimuho]

[He'll be rude if he wants! Which is hardly ever, so Dazai's in luck.

It's sweet and slow, and it's fine to keep it that way despite how close they are. Odasaku's hand strokes down Dazai's back, gentle but enough to feel.

(It's possible that the same motion is calming for him, for future reference.)

The omelette's been totally forgotten by this point. RIP breakfast.]

[ninjou]

[His stomach is going to growl inappropriately any minute now, but he doesn't care because he has Odasaku to melt into and he'll enjoy it as he pleases. He couldn't possibly be any more casually closer.

His hand idles in Odasaku's hair and he sighs happily.]

[tenimuho]

[That's a wonderful sound. Pretty much anything with 'happily' attached to it strikes him as sweet coming from Dazai.

He pulls back from the kiss in order to brush his lips over Dazai's cheek. 'Affectionate' seems to be the word of the hour.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai buries his face against Odasaku's neck, because nestled in is where he feels like he belongs at the moment. They're both such idiots. He's glad they're sharing so much.

He's kind of being dumb and schoolboy-ish about it. Senpai totally noticed him.]

[tenimuho]

[Senpai totally did.]

You make cute noises when you're happy.

[...And has no filter.]

[ninjou]

I'm not cute.

[He is basically hiding his face don't call him cute.]

[tenimuho]

You are sometimes.

[Other times he's terrifying.]

[ninjou]

I'm never cute. Don't say that in front of people.

[He's laughing quietly, then nuzzling Odasaku's neck.]

If you do, I'll have to kill you.

[tenimuho]

Understood. I know better than to call you that in front of anyone.

[When they're in private is one thing, but Dazai is a feared mafia executive. He has a reputation.]

[ninjou]

[Making a soft humming sound, he tips his head up and nips at Odasaku's earlobe before taking it between his teeth and lightly tugging.]

Is this cute?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku takes in a sharp breath. One of his hands laces its fingers in Dazai's hair.]

I wouldn't call it that.

[ninjou]

What would you call it?

[He does it again. He will not be accused of cuteness, dammit.]

[tenimuho]

Attractive?

[...no, he'd call him a tease right now.]

[ninjou]

[He would accept that because it's true.

Now there's a tiny scrape of teeth on Odasaku's neck.]

What's that? Still not cute, right?

[tenimuho]

[He shivers - Dazai can no doubt feel it.]

Not cute.

[ninjou]

[It is felt and noted. And echoed.]

God... [Another little laugh.] Don't do that.

[tenimuho]

I should be the one saying that. You're teasing me.

[It's mean, Dazai. You're mean.]

[ninjou]

You called me cute. I have to make you suffer for that.

[Mean is his middle name. What if he slides one of Odasaku's shirt buttons open...]

[tenimuho]

I won't say it again.

[...he'll get the other buttons undone for Dazai. The open shirt hangs loosely on his shoulders.

Don't take so long, you tease.]

[ninjou]

[Lord, he's getting eager again. Dazai should stop. He's being the worst friend in the history of friends.

No. He can control himself. He's just going to put a hand on Odasaku's chest, feeling the warmth here as he slides fingers so they settle over his heart.]

Can we go sit?