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]

Good.

[A pause.]

Wait. Did that sound creepy?

[tenimuho]

Yes.

[See? Honesty, right there.]

Please don't talk about killing people while we're kissing.

[ninjou]

Sorry....

[Looking down, Dazai pulls away.]

I killed the mood entirely.

[tenimuho]

[Well, yes, but-]

I'm sure we can get the mood back.

[ninjou]

[Hands to himself, body facing forward into the room, Dazai tips his head back and rests it on the back of the couch. How could he be this stupid? His face burns with embarrassment.]

[tenimuho]

Dazai, it's fine. [Please don't die of embarrassment.] ...Darling?

[ninjou]

......[.....]

[tenimuho]

...Does that mean 'never say that again'?

[ninjou]

I'm trying... to decide if it's weird...

[tenimuho]

I thought it was better than a lot of other things.

[Which no one wants to hear him say.]

[ninjou]

There's nothing that really fits, is there? For two guys like us. If you want to call me that, though, I'm not going to mind. It's just... kind of sweet.

[tenimuho]

Mm. Maybe occasionally.

[It really doesn't fit that well.]

...Osamu.

[ninjou]

[COUGH. Dazai sits up straight and his head whips over to look at him like he's grown a second head. Nobody calls him that. He's not used to hearing it.]

Really?

[tenimuho]

That bad?

[That doesn't seem like a good reaction.]

[ninjou]

[It's pretty quick, but Dazai has both of his hands on Odasaku's cheeks and is leaning on to kiss him, eyes closed, heart beating too, too fast.]

[tenimuho]

[Oh. Not bad after all.

Odasaku returns the kiss, resting his hands lightly on Dazai's shoulders. It's an awkward position on the couch, possibly, but he doesn't care and he suspects Dazai doesn't either.]

[ninjou]

[Negative caring. In fact, he'll just break the kiss and swing a leg over him so he's on his lap before he kisses him again.]

[tenimuho]

[That helps considerably, yes.

One of Odasaku's hands ends up in Dazai's hair, and Odasaku pulls away for a second to look at Dazai with hazy eyes, before going in for a deeper kiss.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai breathes in sharply and parts his lips, lets things go as they will. It's a passionate kiss, more so than usual, and he can't help putting his fingers in Odasaku's hair. It's lush and thick and shiny and he gets lost in the sensation of it running over his fingers. He's in love. He's so in love and for the first time in his life, someone who matters is calling him by his given name. He doesn't have any particular attachment to it, but it's something only the two of them have now.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku kisses Dazai deeply, practically melting into him. He wants to kiss him until they're out of breath, until he can't see straight even if he were able to open his eyes right now. He wants a lot of things.

The hand that's not in Dazai's hair pulls Dazai closer to him. There's too much distance, even with them this close already.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai wants this to last all night, or at least until his chest stops feeling too full and his breath evens out. That won't be any time soon, of course, as Odasaku always enchants him with his lips, always makes him long for more. Tonight might be different, after all. Something might happen, despite him ruining the mood. Odasaku, blessedly wonderful man that he is, salvaged it.

Pressing in, he cradles Odasaku's cheek in one hand and tugs his hair lightly with the other.]

I love you.

[tenimuho]

[He tries. It's Dazai who makes him want to try in the first place. He wouldn't care enough to if it was anyone else.

His answer is low, almost a whisper.]

I love you too, Osamu.

[ninjou]

[Dazai curses mildly and his heart aches, won't stop aching. Shuddering, he finds Odasaku's lips again, then his jaw, his ear. Lips caress the line of his jaw right below his ear, then eager teeth tug at his earlobe. He's not quite ready to push things over the edge, but he wants his hands on Odasaku and he wants them on him now.]

Can I touch you?

[tenimuho]

Yes.

[The answer comes too quickly - but as if he could say anything else with Dazai all over him like this. They've waited plenty.

He shudders beneath Dazai.]

Please touch me.

[ninjou]

All I want is to make you happy. Tell me if I do anything wrong.

[His hands slide down to Odasaku's shoulders, then to his chest, where he dances his fingers over lines of muscle and soft, clean, smooth skin. He has his marks, too, but nothing like the ones Dazai is barely hiding. He took his bandages off for a reason. By the end of this, maybe... they'll see everything of each other. He'll faintly hold out hope for this.

Then he lightly runs his thumbs over Odasaku's nipples, pulling back slightly to see if the reaction is favorable. Some people probably don't like it... But he'll look to his lover and he'll ask questions and encourage and he will, as of tonight, start learning this body and memorizing every inch.]