For ningen.

[hurrayformarriage]

[It had mostly been a joke.

Chuuya had claimed neither of them could write a poem if their lives depended on it. Odasaku had accepted the challenge on behalf of himself and Dazai, and told Chuuya they'd write whatever kind of poem was hardest. Tanizaki had been in the area, and, well... Tanizaki.

So here they are in Odasaku's room, writing erotic poetry.]

Any luck with yours?

[Maybe this wasn't a super great idea.]

Comments

[ningen]

[Dazai sits on the floor on his back, reading over what he's just written, which happens to be only two words: ample breasts. This is a challenge they never, ever should have taken on. But no, big talk and big smiles... and now this. Torment. He's never talking about this when it's inevitably a failure.]

You know... I might be doing it wrong.

[hurrayformarriage]

Lemme take a look, it's prob'ly better than mine...

[He takes a peek at Dazai's paper.]

Nah, I take it back, it's worse.

[ningen]

I tried.

[Kicky feet a bit, then he flops before turning over and laying it on the floor.]

What's yours?

[hurrayformarriage]

[Odasaku hands him his sheet of paper. There are a lot of crossed out lines, but what remains is...

Purple. It's very purple. At least he has like five lines of purple?]

[ningen]

[Ahhh, damn.]

You're always good at this, Odasaku!

[Though it's purple as hell, it's true. And Dazai is pointing to one of the lines.]

I'm not sure about this euphemism here.

[hurrayformarriage]

I can't figure out anythin' I like for that one. I oughtta just write 'dick' and be done with it.

[How does anyone refer to the penis without sounding stupid.]

[ningen]

Then write that. It's not like we're going to publish these. It's all a big joke...

[The penis is a dumb thing. It gets people in trouble.]

[hurrayformarriage]

[YOU'D KNOW, WOULDN'T YOU, DAZAI]

Yeah, but... It don't feel right, giving less than my all on my writin'.

[ningen]

[WHY! HOW WOULD AN UPRIGHT GENT LIKE DAZAI OSAMU KNOW ABOUT STICKING HIS DICK WHERE IT SHOULDN'T GO!]

You're just not well-acquainted enough with them, then.

[hurrayformarriage]

[You're right, Dazai has never cheated on anyone in his life and gotten in trouble for that. Never.]

Not acquainted? I've got one, how acquainted does anyone gotta be?

[ningen]

Clearly, yours isn't poetic enough.

[Inspiration is key in poetry, or so they're told. He doesn't give two fucks about this challenge, and it's not really his fault, but god he is NOT crossing Chuuya, hell no, nope.]

[hurrayformarriage]

My dick's at least as poetic as yours.

[This is the weirdest dick-measuring contest ever.]

[ningen]

Doubtful. You've only seen my dick in passing. It's practically a work of art!

[Because he's handsome and handsome guys have handsome everything.]

[hurrayformarriage]

Fine, then show it to me again.

[He really really doubts that there's anything special about your dick, Dazai, but you can try to prove it.]

[ningen]

[A glance up. Dazai is, strangely, not skeptical at all. Back on his back he goes, and he's already unfastening his pants.]

You really must like it if you want to see it.

[hurrayformarriage]

Nah, I'm just about to prove it's not any better than mine.

[Also... taking off his pants...]

[ningen]

[Before he finishes exposing himself, Dazai stands and walks over closer to Odasaku.]

I'm going to win this.

[And pushes his own pants down over his hips so he can slip himself out of his underwear. He's not hard or anything, of course, but still. This needs to be a one-to-one comparison.]

[hurrayformarriage]

Don'tcha always say that?

[Odasaku does the same. A man has the right to be pantsless in his own room.

It looks like they're roughly the same size. Who's more poetic is anyone's guess.]

[ningen]

[Poetry can be interpreted differently by different people. Dazai needs to see this advance a little so he can make a real determination, so without even asking he reaches over and begins to inspect Odasaku. It's not rough handling, but he's definitely inspecting carefully.]

I'm not sure...

[Hrm...]

Here. Let me try something.

[hurrayformarriage]

[Dazai actually touching him is weirder than just being pantsless in front of Dazai. Odasaku stiffens a little, but doesn't make to stop him.]

Yeah, that's fine.

[Those wouldn't be reassuring words from anyone else, but it's Dazai, what's the worst that could happen?]

[ningen]

I just want to see...

[If he thinks just touching is weird, now he's holding properly and like... well, there is a general attempt at arousal. Purely casual, obviously. For the sake of art.]

Heh, obviously I'll stop if you want me to.

[hurrayformarriage]

[Oh, obviously for art. And it's totally because of art that Odasaku reaches down to try and stroke Dazai to hardness, too.]

It don't mean anything if we can't compare 'em, right?

[ningen]

[Oh. That. Feels nice. Huh. He misses a beat, but ends up stroking him, ah, "properly" for a few moments, glancing up to his face with a smile. This is definitely still for art.]

If there's nothing to compare, we can't do it. Exactly.

[hurrayformarriage]

[One hundred percent for art. And if Odasaku's hips start pushing a little into the motion, then Dazai's imagining it. Definitely.]

Y-yeah.

[He's at a momentary loss for words.]

[ningen]

[Dazai doesn't notice right away but after a moment or two it's pretty obvious there's... well, some enjoyment on both ends, because Dazai's lips have parted and his eyes flutter closed for the briefest flash.

But no. This is not about that. This is strictly for comparison. But he has to do his best to get fully aroused or they can't compare properly...

Instead of just trying to pull and stroke Odasaku to full hardness, though, he finds himself trying to pleasure him a bit in the process, grinning like it's a challenge to hide his own growing desire.]

Do you think that's enough?