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ninjou, boss Dazai.
[Of course it eventually came to this.
There was never really any doubt in Odasaku's mind that Dazai would be the next boss. Even among the executives, he was the most talented, the most ruthless. Once Dazai removed Mori from the picture, his position would be - well, not secure, but as secure as being the head of a mafia ever gets.
Odasaku knew it was coming. That doesn't mean he has to like it.]
You called for me, boss?
[The boss's office is very, very nice. That's one of the few entirely positive things that Odasaku can say about this situation: Dazai has an even nicer office now.
He'd rather not dwell on the other things he might say.]
There was never really any doubt in Odasaku's mind that Dazai would be the next boss. Even among the executives, he was the most talented, the most ruthless. Once Dazai removed Mori from the picture, his position would be - well, not secure, but as secure as being the head of a mafia ever gets.
Odasaku knew it was coming. That doesn't mean he has to like it.]
You called for me, boss?
[The boss's office is very, very nice. That's one of the few entirely positive things that Odasaku can say about this situation: Dazai has an even nicer office now.
He'd rather not dwell on the other things he might say.]

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He wants so much. He wants everything, all at once. If this might be his only night with Dazai, then he wants it to be perfect. For both of them, but mostly for Dazai.]
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He can't resist. On his knees now, he settles his hands on Odasaku's cheeks and sighs happily before letting his tongue dance over his friend's, his lover's, making the kiss warm, deep and intimate. If he could pour all his feelings into a single kiss, this would be it.
His shoulders shake, nervous, giddy, sad, and his whole body quivers for a fraction of a second before he finds himself with one hand on Odasaku's chest, accidentally over his heart.]
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Eventually he pulls back, just barely, just enough to try to express it with the only words that come close.]
I love you, Dazai.
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Ah--?
[He freezes, cheeks going red, pulling away a little and... And.
He. Loves him. Odasaku loves him. The man he swears he's loved since he was a teenager loves him and he's scared of that. He can't find the words to respond, though his affection is choking him. Now he shakes again, only this time it's accompanied by him hanging his head and laughing softly, hollow and sad.
Moments pass, time that feels like an eternity, and Dazai takes a gasping breath before he can finally look up to meet Odasaku's eyes. His hands go to the man's collar.]
I've loved you since... so long. I don't want to think about what it was like not to love you. It hurts. [His voice strains, but he tries to smile and he tries to be jaunty and jovial and the old Dazai Odasaku must really love... not the boss.] Don't love me after tonight, okay? If we can't do this again, just stop. If I hurt you.... you know? I can forgive a lot of things, but not that.
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[He can try. He will try, if Dazai asks him to, because he doesn't want him to be hurt, or tied down by the feelings of someone he can't associate with any longer. But he doesn't think it's possible.]
I'm sorry. I'll do my best.
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I love you, Odasaku. I always will.
[Timidly, he moves in again, asking for a kiss with eyes closed and breath held.]
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They may not have another night like this, so he'll make the most of this one.]
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Maybe he can't love Dazai after tonight - maybe he'll have to listen to what Dazai asked of him. He'll try and make up for that, if he can.]
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He's definitely desperately attached. And it shows.]
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Even if he were to ask Dazai to take off his clothes - which he will, at some point, just not yet - he wouldn't be able to ask him to take off the bandages. They're Dazai's defenses, he knows, and he has no right to ask him for that.]
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I never thought I'd get to do this properly.
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[Asked before Odasaku lightly tugs at an earlobe with his teeth.
It's weird phrasing.]
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What I tried to do earlier.
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[That's Odasaku's only answer to that, as he repeats the action, then soothes him with more kisses to his jaw.
He likes this way better.]
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Thanks for giving me another shot.
[He turns his head, seeking a real kiss.]
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His arms are wrapped around Dazai, with one hand gently rubbing down his spine.]
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The kiss continues, with Odasaku hesitantly swiping at Dazai's lower lip with his tongue. He doesn't want to push - he just doesn't want to stop, possibly for the rest of his life.]
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And Dazai, being the younger, the one whose obsession with this moment's arrival has existed from the day he first spoke to Odasaku, wants to push. He's behaving, but only barely. His tongue meets Odasaku's in a short, light, delicate dance, moving things along while still giving up all control.]
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Odasaku's hand finds the bottom hem of Dazai's shirt, and slips under. He doesn't make to take it off - he just wants to rub bare skin, without the barrier of bandages between them.]
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He rubs that spot again, slowly and deliberately, and kisses the noise Dazai makes off his lips.]
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He returns the kiss with a touch to Odasaku's jaw, then slides the hand up into the other man's hair. Slow, steady affection.]
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Oda kisses him again, slow, unhurried. His hands wander over Dazai's skin, gently exploring how Dazai reacts to each touch, what sounds he makes.
This is the man Oda loves, and so Oda wants to know him and to appreciate him.]
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