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.

Comments

[ninjou]

[Over?]

I don't want it to ever be over. [He laughs.] Maybe someday I'll take that back. I'm that kind of person. [Oh, fuck it. He'll just slide over so he's straddling Odasaku's lap, facing him, looking down at him with a smile.] Do you ever look at me and think I'm naive? Or too young to understand?

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku shakes his head. Dazai understands everything about the world too well - that's his problem.]

I don't think anyone would call you naive.

[ninjou]

[He looks thoughtful.]

Not even about this?

[tenimuho]

Inexperienced, maybe. But not naive.

[For example, he knows exactly what he's doing to Odasaku by straddling him like that.]

[ninjou]

Do you think it's a mistake?

[He's genuinely curious. Oda's older and wiser. Or something.]

[tenimuho]

No.

[An answer after a moment's thought.]

It might still go badly. I don't predict things as well as you do. [Outside of using Flawless, of course.] But it's not a mistake for me.

[ninjou]

[Dazai is stupid over you, Odasaku. Please realize this.]

What should we do, I wonder... [He kisses him again, lightly.]

[tenimuho]

...I think... it should either involve doing more than kissing or you getting off my lap.

[This is so uncomfortable and he feels incredibly embarrassed for saying it out loud but Dazai, please pity him.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai. Pity. Okay, when were those ever a thing together?]

I'm comfortable.

[tenimuho]

[Never, which is the problem. One of the problems.]

I'm not.

[ninjou]

[99 problems.]

I'm not sorry.

[tenimuho]

If I kiss you again, you still won't be sorry. But if I don't kiss you again, you'll still be on top of me anyway.

[This is a situation Odasaku doesn't know how to escape from.]

[ninjou]

Are you sorry you kissed me back, O~da~sa~ku~?

[His grin is wicked. No, beyond that. He's a menace.]

[tenimuho]

[The terrible thing about being Dazai's (boy)friend is that you are Dazai's (boy)friend.]

Not yet. Maybe I will be if this keeps up.

[ninjou]

[Better or worse than being his enemy?]

I could be doing really bad things right now, you know.

[Did he just use a sexy voice?]

[tenimuho]

[Nothing is worse than being Dazai's enemy.]

Like what?

[ninjou]

[You say that now...

Both hands are on Oda's chest, just below his shoulders, and Dazai is running them up to his shoulders, pushing the shirt down.]

Don't move.

[tenimuho]

[It falls off. He looks about the same shirtless as he did with a shirt: flushed (even down to his neck and shoulders) and expectant. He stays still.]

That's not a really bad thing.

[Dazai can do really bad things.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai is really bad things.

He's taking his sweet time pushing that shirt down. He stops part way and picks up one of Odasaku's arms to unbutton the sleeve, then the other, raising and lowering them only enough to do that.]

I just want to see...

[tenimuho]

[Holding still is surprisingly difficult, but Odasaku manages it. He's watching Dazai very closely, trying not to even imagine running his hands through his hair again.]

See what?

[ninjou]

Things.

[He looks distracted. Usually he sees Odasaku with layers. This is nice. This is interesting. His skin is smooth and the tinge of pink is endearing. The shirt is pushed down as far as he can get it, and he tugs the sleeves off, then pulls it from behind Odasaku, casting it just out of convenient reach.]

[tenimuho]

[Goodbye, shirt, we knew you well.

There are a couple scars, a line near his ribcage that speaks of being from a poorly-treated knife wound, things like that, but nothing like Dazai's extensive network of bruises and marks.]

...Do you like what you're seeing?

[Do you find me attractive.]

[ninjou]

[Nothing like Dazai. He's so used to seeing himself in the mirror. He's not used to something nice like this. Has hands curve on the sides of Odasaku's neck as he just... stares. Evaluates. Admires.

He nods.]

Yeah...

[tenimuho]

[The flush just gets worse, but at least Odasaku can relax once he says that, and smile.]

I think that's the sort of thing I should thank you for saying, even if it's embarrassing.

[ninjou]

Did you think I wouldn't?

[Please. He's been dreaming about what he looks like under everything for a while now. A couple of years at least. He's not usually interested in men, but he is definitely, definitely attracted to this singular individual. It shows in a small way he smiles before letting it turn cool and slightly wicked, as usual.]