For ninjou.

[tenimuho]

[There are a lot of reasons why a person would want to humor an up-and-coming mafioso, likely to be one of the youngest executives if not the youngest executive in Port Mafia history.

But Odasaku doesn't really think of what he's doing right now, sitting down and playing video games with Dazai, as 'humoring' him. Even if he's not all that great at fighting games compared to Dazai, and even if it might be considered a little weird, a 20-year-old playing games with a 15-year-old...]

Oh, I lost again.

[...it's fun even when he loses, so he's playing.]

Good game. Want another round?

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[tenimuho]

[Odasaku hasn't overcome all his reservations, but - but he can do this much without too much guilt. Whatever guilt there is is becoming less and less important to him every time Dazai's lips touch his.

He returns Dazai's kiss, letting him take the lead this time. He ends up leaning the rest of his body closer, rather than pulling away..]

[ninjou]

[Good. Kiss him. Get close. The closer Odasaku gets, the more easily Dazai can convince him to do something else. Maybe. He'll try.

Dazai settles his injured hand on Odasaku's leg, lightly letting his fingertips trace a short line, back and forth.]

[tenimuho]

[Well then. Odasaku will just start to play with Dazai's hair as they kiss. It's lovely, soft hair. He could run his fingers through it all day.]

[ninjou]

[Dazai makes a small, soft sound into the kiss, unquestionably erotic. He doesn't care how it comes across. He's sore and he nearly died.]

[tenimuho]

[It does come off as erotic, and Odasaku hates that he wants to hear it again, but he does. He pulls away just an inch, looking at Dazai with hazy eyes.]

...I don't understand what you're doing to me. I was so sure I'd never do this.

[He has sympathy for Dazai's situation, but that doesn't explain Odasaku wanting to do more with him. Wanting him.]

[ninjou]

[He tugs at Odasaku's bottom lip with gentle teeth. Then he sighs indulgently.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting something. Or someone. I'm just telling you it's okay if that's me.

[He laughs quietly.]

[tenimuho]

[Odasaku sighs, too.]

I'm still not completely sure about it. But I'll get over myself.

[ninjou]

Really?

[Leaning in, Dazai begins to trail kisses down Odasaku's neck.]

Hey, for my birthday...

[tenimuho]

[He shivers.]

I thought you wanted something special?

[...Odasaku.]

[ninjou]

[Back up by his ear, and Dazai drops his voice to a husky whisper laden with something that may not surprise Odasaku.]

Fuck me. For my birthday. That's what I want. You.

[tenimuho]

[He's red just from hearing it - well, that and from the mental images that flood his mind at the suggestion.

...He'll be sixteen. It's not as young. Would it really be so bad?

Does it really matter?

Odasaku swallows a few times.]

...Okay.

[ninjou]

[Well. That's new. Odasaku is appropriately flustered, but he just... agreed... to...

Dazai's heart leaps. His hand settles on the other man's lap, sliding toward his center.]

Are you attracted to me?

[tenimuho]

You're very good-looking.

[It's not quite an answer, but the way Odasaku refuses to look Dazai in the eyes and his sharp intake of breath at that hand makes it into an answer.]

[ninjou]

[Humming happily, he reaches for Odasaku's belt.]

What do you like about me?

[tenimuho]

Hm... [He thinks about it for a moment.] You're true to yourself, I think. You do put on an act, but it's not for anyone else's benefit but yours. Your sense of humor is interesting. [If morbid as hell.] And I like spending time with you, especially when you're actually smiling.

[He can talk about this all day and not think about his belt.]

[ninjou]

[Well. That makes Dazai pause and look up from where he was intently and lasciviously looking at Odasaku below that belt.

That's..... not as expected. And he flashes a dumb, wide-eyed, enamored smile as he looks up.]

That's a little sappy...

[He's enchanted.]

[tenimuho]

Were you expecting something about your looks?

[He can do that, it's just not how he interpreted the question.]

[ninjou]

I... guess I was.

[He pulls back, looking awed. That's....... someone likes him for who he is?]

[tenimuho]

[...That's a weird expression for someone who was just told a few things a person likes about them. Odasaku doesn't like it.

He rests a hand gently on Dazai's cheek.]

If you don't hear that very often, I'll tell you more often to make up for it.

[ninjou]

You... don't have to...

[He just wanted to sleep with him and now he's hurting in the heart.]

I was going to jerk you off and now I'm kind of...

[tenimuho]

I don't need you to get me off right now anyway.

[Parts of him are interested, but mostly he's concerned about that reaction.]

[ninjou]

I still want to do it.

[He takes a deep breath.]

Nobody really likes me. You know? Everyone's scared of me.

[tenimuho]

I'm not.

[He should be, maybe, but he isn't scared of Dazai, even though he's a shoo-in for executive.]

[ninjou]

Why?

[He sounds small. Hoarse.]

I'll be next in line. You know that.

[tenimuho]

I do. You could probably kill me if you wanted to.

[If Odasaku stayed out of physical contact range, Flawless would still work, but Dazai's smarter than that. He'd find a way.]