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Fascinating.

[Dazai says lightly. Chuuya’s teeth definitely. Have some curve to them now. He stares for a moment, completely silent. There’s something in him that wants to reach out to touch, but he staves that off.

much like with everything else he’s been experiencing since he came to this place]

How do they feel?

[ignore the fact that Dazai is practically on his knees bracing himself on Chuuya’s lap right now]

Like teeth. [ Dazai is way too tall even like this. Chuuya scowls harder about it, even though he doesn't mention that. The old ones got pushed out and he doesn't say that part. The four fangs placed like some stereotype vampire. ]

What a profound observation. They sure are teeth.

[unconsciously, dazai's hand drags up to chuuya's jaw. his thumb drags along chuuya's lip. all for the sake of observation, right? he's fascinated, pulled in by something.

maybe it's those hot flashes of emptiness he's been stricken with. swallowing down. he barely eats those things they provide. he doesn't want to feel like he has to touch just to get by. but his body seems to be contorting into something desperate for it, near aching.

his thumb brushes against one of them, and dazai winces. a barely there thing, but he can feel the blood welling from his skin]

[ Not all the food is drugged at least. It's occasional. Making their own food or eating out gets around it, for now. The alcohol in the bar seems fine these days, although Chuuya knows some of it was drugged at one point.

He isn't willing to be sober in a place like this all the time, though.

Dazai touches him and Chuuya doesn't pull away or push him off. He wonders with Dazai's cold fingers on his jaw how much worse the imprint can get anyway. It's not like Dazai wasn't already lodged under his skin and bones long before they woke up here.

It's karmic the way it immediately gets worse as Dazai winces. Chuuya doesn't even register it so much as his mind blanks out. Instead of holding his mouth open with bad humored grace his lips close around Dazai's thumb as his tongue swipes at the blood and he sucks, giving in to an instinct that isn't remotely sexual. One of those things that's been building in the back of his head since four of his teeth came out and his fangs dropped.

It's just one drop. Two. It's not nearly enough, and Chuuya wants to bite down, and once that thought registers he instead jerks back entirely. ]

[Chuuya’s lips close around his finger and Dazai is gone.

his tongue traces Dazai’s finger and he makes a noise. A completely unflattering and broken noise. His heartbeat decides to grow a mind of its own and aches the way it slams into his ribs over and over again.

Chuuya is already backing off by the time Dazai lets a small, broken semblance of his partners name spill from his lips]

[ That didn't just happen. That did NOT just happen. Not the sucking on Dazai's thumb for a second, not Dazai making a sound that's absolutely going to haunt Chuuya for the rest of his life, not any of it. Chuuya does not want to rip at the bandages on Dazai's throat and bite there too. He couldn't get a good feel of the flavor of the blood from a few drops and

WHY IS HIS BRAIN. Thinking about it.

He kicks Dazai's knee out of a sense of sheer embarrassment. It's not as hard as Chuuya could kick Dazai because his kneecap doesn't shatter but. ]

Don't stick your dirty hands in other people's mouths.

[ It didn't happen it didn't happen it absolutely did not happen this is fully being filed away in the box of things Chuuya is not allowed to ever think about that he thinks about maybe too much but. He isn't ready to even begin to unpack this. It feels like holding a live grenade and they're just waiting for it to go off and kill them. ]

[it. Takes Dazai a minute. On the outside he’s just quiet, still. On the inside he’s shuddering, swallowing down something heavy. Arousal? The overwhelming desire to stick his finger back into Chuuya’s mouth or maybe something else—

Chuuya kicks him, and it hurts. More than the physical bit of it. Dazai winces a little.

he licks his lips, pulling back a bit]

Okay. My apologies.

[ Dazai apologizing for anything wigs him out immediately. Chuuya nudges Dazai's leg with his foot. ]

Put a bandage on that.

[he puts that happy face back on. Like nothing ever happened at all. He pulls his knee back, like he was sorry it was ever that close to begin with]

Of course. I do have to be a bit sparing with them now. So might need to find a bandaid instead. It’ll be fine.

[he claps his hands together]

Was that all Chuuya had for me tonight?

[ Sparing with bandages. Right. Dazai probably doesn't have a job. Chuuya pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing that's probably not helping Dazai feel comfortable. ]

Fucking - how much do you have right now?

Just the roll I came here with. I've been using it on my neck mostly.

[the neck dazai wants chuuya to fucking bite, and do those types of ministrations on. did chuuya react to. dazai's blood? he wants to fucking snort. right after they got off scot free with a prison full of vampires, and chuuya is turning into one now. what a twist]

I'm managing! No need for Chuuya to worry.

[he's not actually. he's barely eating. he wants chuuya to shove his finger back in his mouth, he wants to be. something'd by just about anyone at this point. it feels almost insatiable. everything makes him want to run. but dazai just remains on the floor, fake smile-d as ever, and humming to chuuya like he hasn't a care in the world]

Shut up, you definitely haven't found work yet.

[ Annoying annoying annoying as all hell. Chuuya slides off the bed to his feet and jabs a finger at Dazai. ]

Stay. I'll get you some. [ Unlike some people, he's been working frequently. ]

[dazai blinks at the finger jabbed against him.

why does chuuya care?

he doesn't move, just sits, ignoring the pain blossoming in his knee, trying to regain some semblance of control over his ever-fluttering heart. it's less so now that chuuya isn't sucking on his finger. but dazai tries to shove that behind the memory banks, something chuuya is obviously fine with pushing away as well.

so why does dazai care like it had never happened to begin with? he just. watches chuuya, staying like he was told]

[ The furrowed brow look Chuuya gives Dazai is a once over. Dazai mentioned about the food - shit, has he been avoiding it? ]

- and when did you last eat anything?

[he balks for a moment. why does chuuya even care? he answers without missing a beat though, voice still as chipper as ever]

Aaah, maybe two days ago? Those bars make me feel sleepy, so I avoid most of that stuff.

[he doesn't talk about how it makes him think of other things]

For fuck's sake...

[ No wonder Dazai has been so quiet. Chuuya growls, running a hand down his face. ]

I'm getting food while I'm out and you're gonna eat it, too.

[Dazai just gives Chuuya a little wave, before going]

Ah, wait one second.

[he fumbles in his pocket for a moment, pulling out one of the only things he came here with. A small utility knife.

he pushes it into Chuuya’s hand]

It’d be a boring birthday without a present! Sorry it’s so lame, hard to acquire things here.

[well. There’s another reason he’s giving it to Chuuya but. Detail's]

[ What other reasons you creep - Chuuya is blatantly surprised. It's not like Dazai has never given him anything on his birthday, just...maybe once. Sixteen, before Oda. It definitely wasn't anything meant to be a good present really. He's a little dubious about the knife but doesn't drop it immediately even if he's sure there's a trick to it. ]

...thanks. [ What Is Wrong With It - Chuuya pockets it with a sigh. ] I'll bring back bandages and food. Okay?

[does Chuuya want Dazai alone with sharp pointy things right now?]

Mmm.

[just a noise, not much acknowledgement beyond that. Dazai is just staying like he was told]

[ He does not. Dazai is too weird and skinny for his comfort right now. Chuuya eyes him from the door. ]

I need you to actually be in good health for this shit, Dazai. You're the only other person here.

[ Who he knows. It's old, bad habits. Having to keep alive a partner who fights against it.

But Chuuya leaves to go get the things he said. ]

Of course. Chibi’s always been a mother hen.

[theres really no guarantee he’ll be here when Chuuya gets back. He’s too caught up in things, trying not to let his head be one of those things.

but is Chuuya really right? Chuuya’s friendly enough. He has plenty of other people, what does Dazai do for him?]

[ He has acquaintances and people he's working with, sure. None of them are people Chuuya trusts implicitly in the same way he does Dazai. He'd like it if his partner was on his game and operating in tandem on this.

He'll bring the supplies back in an hour or so, regardless of whether or not Dazai pulled a runner. ]

[surprise, happy birthday chuuya. dazai is just trying to make his way out the door, trying to slip away as he comes back. he pauses in the door, some weird smile curling on his face as he doesn't meet chuuya's gaze]

[ What if for his birthday he strangles Dazai! Anyway, he's glaring. ]

Get back in there! [ He brought you bandages and everything, you loser. ]

[can't keep him here forever!!

he obliges with a smile, sliding back into the room without a word. ugh, well. it's his own fault for waiting so long]

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