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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      文豪ストレイドッグス_|_Bungou_Stray_Dogs
  Relationship:
      Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke/Dazai_Osamu_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Character:
      Akutagawa_Ryuunosuke_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs), Dazai_Osamu_(Bungou_Stray
      Dogs), Nakahara_Chuuya_(Bungou_Stray_Dogs)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Scars, DaAku, Gunplay, Eventual_Smut, Dark_Era,
      Vampirism, that's_consuming_blood_lmao_there's_no_vampires_here, Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-04 Completed: 2017-04-16 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 4471
****** The Human Heart ******
by g0re_whore
Summary
     A revelation of rather questionable desires.
***** hell is cold *****
Chapter Notes
     ladies and gentlemen,
     my favourite ship from bsd
See the end of the chapter for more notes
His body was completely damaged. Every patch of skin covered in scars both
accidental and self induced. Akutagawa could discern between the two kinds no
longer. Under the common gaze, they would be deemed hideous. Ugly. Repulsive.
They were, after all, not the type of grotesque bodily adornment that could
merely be overlooked. Yet he, Akutagawa, was absolutely enamoured by them.
“Please wait outside, sir.” the nurse’s voice requested, dragging him out of
his bottomless thoughts by force, “Dazai-san had asked to see you particularly
but I just need to patch a few things up first, okay?”
Patch a  few  things up. Right. Of course. Akutagawa nodded and saw himself out
of the tiny medical room. The door closed behind him and he found himself alone
in the dark hallway. Well, not entirely alone. There was a single, sad chair
with three legs that lay await for...whatever a chair such as this one would
normally wait for…
Three legs. Solid proof that even the the broken could still manage to stand
upright. Akutagawa took a seat despite its condition and commanded Rashomon to
form the fourth leg, is tendrils gladly obeying the command.
Two broken pieces forming a whole. How poetic.
“Can you believe it? I had to carry that piece of shit out of the river! Do you
know what the temperature is outside! Do you know?! I'm surprised I haven't
been diagnosed with pneumonia for god's sake! Ugh. Okay, I have to go check on
him now, I’ll call you back later, okay...”
Akutagawa could recognise that voice anywhere. It was only when he heard it
that he realised he had  awaited  it. It was almost weird not to have it
following and constantly berating Dazai-san nowadays...
“Hey, Akutagawa! What a pleasant surprise. Is Dazai bothering you again?”
Chuuya asked, eying the chair with a smile. He placed the phone he was talking
on back in his pocket and folded his arms, regarding his surroundings with
vibrant blue eyes.
“Oh no. Nothing of the sort. I was just summoned here...” he replied.
“Ah, I see. What an asshole, honestly. He tried to kill himself mid-mission!
Mid-mission! Can you believe it? Now I have to take on seven other
organisations solo to compensate while he sits calmly sipping on bleach in a
warm hospital bed. I’m...so mad...” Chuuya said, fists and jaw clenched tightly
in anger. Upon witnessing the outburst, Akutagawa felt a little sympathy for
the minor organisations Chuuya was tasked to fight for this rage was
undoubtedly going to be directed at them.
“Ahem. Anyway. I will not bother you any further will these disquisitions. They
tend to be rather elaborate. Especially when it comes to...Dazai...” he said,
emphasizing the bitter taste in his mouth upon voicing his partner's name. “I’m
actually kind of surprised he hasn’t earned your hate already. Nonetheless,
when he gets out of that room, I want to be the first one who is notified. He
deserves to get his ass kicked and I intend to be generous enough to do it for
him, understood?”
Akutagawa felt a gloved hand ruffle through his hair playfully and before he
knew it, Chuuya was walking in the opposite direction.
“I’ll be in the head office okay? Just go straight there after.” he said, with
a wave. “See you, Akutagawa.”
“Uh...See you too…” Akutagawa managed with a weak wave. He watched Chuuya tread
lightly, gravity manipulation making his footsteps gentle and soundless as he
made his way to fulfill the responsibilities which were required of him.
Reports and such were just one of many hassles. Being in the upper echelons
always seemed like such demanding work. Akutagawa did not wish to climb up the
ranks that high. From all he had witnessed, it was never worth it…
Suddenly, the Nurses head popped out from behind the door.
“You’re still here?” she noted, “You may come in now.”
Akutagawa stood up and Rashomon wound back into the fabric of his coat
seamlessly.
“Is...he awake?” he questioned, just before the Nurse completely closed the
door behind her.
“Well...I suppose. You’ve waited quite a bit. I’m sure you can wait a little
longer if necessary.” she said, and shut the door loudly before exiting. A Port
Mafia nurse. Another job Akutagawa was sure could not possibly be pleasant. He
was left alone. Well, not entirely alone. This time instead of a chair, he was
blessed with the company of the great Dazai Osamu himself. And, of course, the
crippling foreboding from within the depths of his gut that a meeting of great
personal importance was usually accompanied with...
Chapter End Notes
     tumblr: @g0re-whore
     lmao please don't open that url if you don't like gore. im serious :
     ^)
     next chapter will be up soon
***** its freezing *****
Chapter Notes
     look
     a product of pure procrastination
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Akutagawa stood still and averted his gaze. Dazai’s upper body was still
exposed, revealing a sight which he could only describe as breathtaking. The
only conclusion he could make was that his definition of beauty was warped and
twisted in way which he still could not finds words to convey and it was
bizarre how a back marked with scars would be what opened his eyes to this
discovery.
Akutagawa heard the sheets rustle as Dazai turned in bed, eyelids fluttering
open to meet his own. He inhaled sharply. Akutagawa felt as though he would
combust under that half-lidded gaze. But he didn’t. And he couldn’t help but
think about how much of a better fate spontaneous combustion may be than the
one that life surely had in store for him. He did not have to know what it was
to know it would be a cruel one.
“They may be disturbing but it’s rude not to make eye contact with people who
wish to speak to you.” Dazai said, lips turning slightly upward to display the
faintest hint of a smile. No. It was a smirk. Akutagawa had a bad habit of
seeing only what he wished to see sometimes. He couldn’t really help it. Did he
not have a right to dream? To fantasy? No. Who was he kidding? Of course he
didn't. Rabid dogs deserved no such luxuries...
“I...sorry about that.” Akutagawa said forcing himself to meet the penetrating
gaze while maintaining his facade of apathy. That was all he had left apart
from Rashomon, really. If only there was a way to tell if it was effective
against the Executive...
“No, don’t apologise.” Dazai said, turning to face the ceiling once again.
Akutagawa didn't even realise how tense his shoulders were until he was freed
from Dazai’s leer.
“Do you know why I called you here?” he asked.
“I...no, I do not.”
Dazai laughed. Pretty. It was not lacking  vitality  as would be expected from
a man who had just attempted to take his own life.
“Frankly, I don't either Akutagawa-kun…” he said, hiding his face behind his
hands with a smile.
“Your scars aren't disturbing.”
Akutagawa regretted the words as soon as they were uttered. The Executive
glanced upon him again, surprise evident upon his features. He wanted to
shrivel up and die. Maybe if he thought hard enough, god would have mercy and
he would disappear from the face of the earth without a trace. But no. God only
bestowed his kindness upon those deserving of it. And Akutagawa apparently
wasn’t.
“They aren't?” Dazai asked quizzically.
“I think they're beautiful.”
That was it. If God wouldn't kill him he would make sure to do so himself.
Dazai smirked. It was a legitimate, full-on, mafia-esque smirk befitting the
most vicious of the organisation.
Akutagawa’s blood curled.
“Come here, boy.” he said, forcing himself into a seated position on the
hospital bed.
Akutagawa stayed still.
Dazai frowned.
“That was an order. Come here.”
Akutagawa wanted to withhold. He wanted to excuse himself and leave or make
something up about his worsening cough. But Dazai’s voice made him forget the
meaning of both rationality and self control entirely.
The room was small. It took two steps for Akutagawa to close much of the
distance between them. Unfortunately, that also meant his heart, which was
beating at an alarming rate, was most likely audible.
“My, my, my…” Dazai muttered, seemingly impressed. “You seem to be growing
stronger everyday Aku-kun...”
What? Stronger? At the uncharacteristic shower of praise, Akutagawa knew
something was wrong. Then suddenly, he felt a hand grab him by the hair roughly
and pull him close.
“But it is not nearly enough. Not even close to being nearly enough to
survive.” Dazai hissed, grip iron around Rashomon’s collar. That was cruel.
Akutagawa felt helplessly naked without Rashomon and he knew Dazai was aware of
that as well. Nullifying the demon while he was being threatened felt
absolutely terrifying...
Dazai suddenly exhaled and relaxed his fists.
“Pardon me.” he said with a strange smile, “The medicines have strange side
effects. You know what I do, I always do with the best of intentions, don't
you?”
“Of course, Dazai-san...”
The crooked smile again.
“Good boy.”
A good minute passed between them and Akutagawa felt a bead of sweat roll down
his cheek. He commanded Rashomon to play with its tendrils if only to remind
him of his Ability’s presence but that did nothing to put his mind at ease. The
room felt warm. A single minute felt like years and it pained him to realise
that this time that fell between his fingers like sand probably meant close to
nothing to the Executive.
How sad.
“Say, Akutagawa...” Dazai asked, casually inspecting his cuticles. “Do you like
any guys?”
The question took Akutagawa aback. Liked guys? What? He did not recall thinking
of any girl in the romantic sense but he had never even considered males.
“No. I don't think so...” Akutagawa managed doubtfully. He could think of no
correct answer to a question such as this but hoped this would suffice. This
had to be some sort of test...
“Haha. Really? I always supposed you had a thing for Chuuya. I mean...who
doesn't, you know?” Dazai joked. “Heck, even Mori…” he added but laughed the
ending of the sentence away.
Akutagawa remained silent. His opinion of Chuuya was fairly neutral. Sure,
there were occasional feelings of envy directed towards Dazai-san’s infamous
partner-in-crime but witnessing the absolute disgust on their faces each time
they met helped tame it a little.
“Is it a girl then?” Dazai commented. “Higuchi seems to hold you in high
esteem, I recall.”
Higuchi? Who on earth was that…
“But you two have yet to meet. Tough. Do you like  anyone  Akutagawa?” Dazai
asked, rising to his knees. He placed his thumb and index finger over the
needle leading to the drip on his hand and pulled it off aggressively.
Akutagawa winced. A steady stream of blood fell from Dazai’s hand where the
needle was previously inserted and Akutagawa instinctively placed a hand over
the sheets to prevent them from getting bloodied.
Dazai smiled at the gesture but did nothing to stop the scarlet trickle.
“Clean it, please.” he whispered, touching Akutagawa’s lips softly. “I know you
find beauty within the obscene. In that way...we are both a bit similar...” he
said, touch warm and graceful.
Akutagawa hesitated. Dazai’s-san’s hand was warm. By this point he was sure he
was absolutely insane because he parted his lips slightly and tested some of
the red liquid. Beautiful. It looked beautiful, indeed. The blood tasted
metallic. He could not believe he was in such proximity to this enigma and the
fact that Dazai-san admitted to them being similar in a way made him feel
elated. And what he said was indeed true. He appreciated the obscene for
offering the type of beauty that the mundane failed to provide. Even the sight
of a little pool of blood seemed as though it were nature's magna opus
especially if it belonged to someone he considered divine. Akutagawa took in
the entire finger and felt this heartbeat triple into what couldn't possibly be
a healthy level. But he continued anyway, until no more liquid remained.
“Good boy.” he whispered, taking his fingers from between Akutagawa’s lips.
Dazai used his thumb to remove the trail of saliva running down the other’s
chin gently.
Akutagawa was breathless. He licked his lips and swallowed while trying to
steady himself. Something about what he had just done felt very...dirty.
Forbidden. Salacious. Taboo. And he loved it. He savoured it.
“To answer your question...I think...I like you Dazai-san…” Akutagawa said,
breathing showing no signs of steadying anytime soon.
“Of course you do. Look at you, Aku-kun. Aren’t you a hungry little dog?” Dazai
said, moving to the opposite side of the bed invitingly. This time Akutagawa
did not hesitate. He crawled into Dazai’s lap on all fours like an overly eager
pet.
“Good boy.”
Even a semblance of praise sent shivers down Akutagawa’s spine and left a
craving for more. More. More. More! Their noses were close enough to touch and
breathing the same air as Dazai made him visibly tremble. Dazai smiled at the
sight and placed a hand on Akutagawa’s cheek, leaning in to devour his prey.
Dazai bit his lip. It hurt. Akutagawa tasted the metallic tinge once again but
it was frensh, warm and not to mention, his own this time. A warmth blossomed
from within Akutagawa’s very core and emanated to the rest of his body. He
kissed back and savoured the pain. So good. Dazai felt so dangerously good...
The Executive parted their lips and Akutagawa was surprised to notice that he
was nearly as breathless as he was himself. Akutagawa wrapped his hands around
Dazai’s neck and closed the distance between them again, careful not to disturb
any wounds. His tongue was inexperienced and timid and Dazai’s was quite the
opposite but neither seemed to pay any heed to each other’s skill or lack
thereof. The kisses turned from soft to messy within mere seconds.
Suddenly, Akutagawa heard a familiar click. He froze to Dazai’s touch,
instantly. It was the click of a loaded gun…
Chapter End Notes
     do u ever just randomly form a fire arm with your fingers and aim it
     under your chin and just sit
     and when someone comes up to you with a concerned face you try and
     explain to them that you have really weird coping mechanisms lmao
***** maybe this is hell *****
Chapter Notes
     bang bang bang look at him go
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Akutagawa had no idea where Dazai had hidden it but what he did know was that
the weapon contained a bullet. And it was pointed to his chest. Just a little
bit of pressure on the trigger was all that was required to cease all the
functions that sustained him. Just a little bit of pressure. And that was
exciting . His head throbbed and he could feel the blood rushing through every
vein in his body. His imagination went wild, all thoughts of being undeserving
of the luxury or fantasy vanishing at once. This was not the first time his
lifeline was literally at Dazai’s mercy. Quite the contrary. There had been
numerous occasions where he was beaten, bruised and threatened with weapons far
worse than a mere gun. But this was different. This was beyond intimacy and
Akutagawa tried his very best not to show it without much expectation for
success considering the nature of who he was hiding from...
“I had a feeling you liked it when I punish you...” Dazai said, pressing into
Akutagawa’s chest slightly. “I bet your cock has twitched every time this
muzzle has faced you, Akutagawa-kun.” he sneered, “It's not to  hard  to notice
if you're observant, you see?” (a/n: hard, get it lmao? sorry)
Akutagawa bit his lip. Dazai was close. Rashomon was nullified. The familiar
feeling of helpless was back once again...
“Come on. Tell me what's on your mind.” he purred. “Do you think about me at
night Akutagawa-kun? Does the version of me that appears in your dreams treat
you worse than I do? And most importantly, do you  like  it when he does
Akutagawa-kun? Because I do. I really, really, really do.” he said, closing his
eyes and nodding with theatrical sincerity.
Akutagawa was speechless. This was no fantasy, was it? This was real. What was
Dazai implying there? He liked what they had between them so far? Despite its
horribly depraved nature? But then again who lacked such a nature in the
Organisation?
“In the dreams Dazai-san…” Akutagawa said, placing his hands over the
Executive’s and then gently guiding the muzzle to point too his head with
trembling hands, “In the dreams...Dazai-san points the gun at my head…”
At the gesture, Dazai laughed manically to the point where Akutagawa was scared
for his well being...
“Oh, you’re  such  a good boy Akutagawa-kun! Please! Tell me more!” He said,
pushing hard on the weapon and taking Akutagawa down with it, dangerously
playful. The boy was pinned under the Executive’s grip with his back on the
bed, muzzle digging into his skull painfully.
Akutagawa’s mind raced.
“And then...Dazai-san…”
The Executive’s grip suddenly weakened and Akutagawa noticed a line of blood
trickling down from Dazai’s hand once again. As much as Akutagawa would have
loved for his dreams to be reenacted, he could not let the single opportunity
where his superior had let down his guard pass. His primal instinct immediately
took over. It took seconds for Rashomon to reverse their positions and
disappear back into coat fabric leaving Dazai to look up and face Akutagawa.
His eyes were wide with shock at the sudden attack but the look disappeared
shortly to reveal a grin.
“Good one Akutagawa-kun.” he said, still underneath the boy. “ I’m impressed.”
Akutagawa did not reply. He merely took Dazai’s hand in his own and licked the
blood off of it once again. Dazai was not meant to be the one getting hurt,
after all. It was him. He deserved it most. He mustn't waste this opportunity.
Akutagawa crawled closer to Dazai and placed a hand on his dick with an
amalgamation of hesitance and hunger. Hard. Akutagawa would be lying if he said
he wasn't both surprised and excited.
Dazai took a sharp breath. This was it. He could not stop now...
Akutagawa unbuttoned Dazai’s pants carefully and stroked the erection, fingers
experimental yet firm. The Executive’s breathing accelerated as his hips quaked
beneath him, and Akutagawa could feel the bulge in his own pants grow
noticeably larger. He could tell he wouldn’t be able to last long...
And they hadn’t even done anything yet...
Pathetic...
The boy licked his lips and then placed a kiss on Dazai’s now-wet cock. Before
Dazai could react, Akutagawa put the tip into his mouth and put his tongue to
good use.
Dazai was warm…and his hands formed fists into the sheets to prevent himself
from moving by force. Akutagawa moved his head back and forth, testing the
waters and the Executive’s patience both at once. Their eyes met. Both were
clouded with obscure breeds of need, confusion and desperation. For a second,
Akutagawa was scared. Was it working? Was he doing this right? Was he making
Dazai-san feel good? A single wrong move could have unimaginable consequences.
But was that not part of the excitement? Of course it was. Akutagawa pushed the
cowardly thoughts aside and dared to take more of Dazai in, very slowly, tongue
working and exploring further. Warmer. Deeper.
“For...fuck’s...sake!” Dazai hissed, finger tangling roughly with Akutagawa's
hair, “Faster...god dammit” he growled, brow furrowed and eyes shut tightly in
suspense.  
Akutagawa gladly took the cue and obliged. He ran his hands at the shaft and
took in as much of Dazai-san as he possibly could at once. The sudden movement
made Dazai let out some of the most pleasing noises Akutagawa had ever heard a
human make and his own erection started to grow unbearably large. There was no
way he could last…no way...
Akutagawa quickened the pace with his hands, head bobbing and tongue working
surprisingly skillfully. Dazai moaned and tightened his fist in Akutagawa’s
hair with aggression.
“Good boy…” he whispered, chest heaving heavily with every movement Akutagawa
made, “You’re...such...a good boy...Akutagawa...” he moaned, through laboured
breaths.
Akutagawa’s cock throbbed at the words. He could not believe his ears. He loved
being called a good boy by Dazai-san. He loved it when Dazai-san told him about
all the brutal ways in which he would hurt him. He loved it when Dazai-san
seemed to know exactly what went on in his mind. He loved it when Dazai-san
gave him well concealed, salacious glances when they passed by each other in
headquarters. He loved Dazai-san. And he loved that he was being given a chance
to prove it to him...
“Good…” Dazai said through gritted teeth. Akutagawa hummed and Dazai moaned in
pleasure again sending shivers up Akutagawa’s spine. He wouldn’t last long. He
knew it for a fact and he was already on the precipice, lewd noises by Dazai
only contributing to pushing him off the edge. He was...almost...
Suddenly, Dazai tugged onto his hair and they both separated, still panting.
Akutagawa cursed as he was overcome with his coughing fit. Why now of all
times? He hated his weaknesses. Dazai caressed his cheek and gave him a
questioning look.
“Yeah...yeah I’m okay…” Akutagawa replied between pants, “Would...you like me
to finish Dazai-san?” he asked. He was so hard his cock was literally hurting
him, dammit. He wanted to see Dazai in the state of euphoria again. His
beautifully damaged body, displayed for Akutagawa to admire in full view...
There was no reply. Dazai sat upright and placed a hand underneath Akutagawa's
shirt. The boy froze. Rashomon was instinctively summoned and just as quickly
nullified. He watched as Dazai literally ripped off his coat with his bare
hands. For a second his heart ceased to function. Rashomon. His Ability...
As soon as the coat was discarded onto the ground, the demon revived, mending
the tears in the black fabric as quickly as it they had been made. Akutagawa
did not get a chance to be amazed however, for Dazai was kissing him into the
sheets with an animalistic desire. It was Akutagawa’s turn to unravel and his
body melted against the Executives perfectly.
“I’m going to take you right here.” Dazai whispered, pulling off Akutagawa’s
shirt for him, “We need to do something about that dick of yours, hm?”
Akutagawa did not resist. He was completely vulnerable at Dazai’s hands. It
never failed to surprise him how he was willing to utterly submit to this
entity who claimed to be human no longer. A believable lie. Akutagawa shivered
at the exposure. Or perhaps it was the way Dazai took in his naked body. He had
never encountered anyone who made him feel like this. Never throughout his
entire life. And yet there was Dazai, slowly spreading Akutagawa’s legs, touch
warmer than fire on skin...
“All mine. You’re all mine now, good boy...”
Chapter End Notes
     i have the edgiest playlist ever
     maybe i should make a new one for writing so im not interrupted by
     screams of agony on every paragraph lmao.
***** i want to stay *****
Chapter Notes
     and, of course, the finale
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had never occurred to Akutagawa how exhilarating physical contact was meant
to feel. It was not as though he were provided with many opportunities to
achieve such an epiphany in the past. So he did something he had never done
before and forgave himself for once.
Dazai was fucking him hard into high heaven. Nothing was  supposed  to matter
then. Nothing  did  matter then. Every touch was bliss. Every sigh a tribute to
tranquility. Every thrust a new nirvana. Akutagawa had his legs wrapped tightly
around Dazai’s waist and his nails dug into the Executive’s shoulders hungrily
in a way that was bound to add to his artful collection of scars...
“D-dazai-san…” he moaned, next to the other’s ear, “Dazai-san…”
The name had never sounded so erotic before. He savoured it, repeating it over
and over as if it were a mantra. Dazai answered by resting his forehead on the
sensitive junction on Akutagawa’s neck, breathing erratic, hands gripping onto
Akutagawa’s hips as he thrusted into them with newfound lasciviousness.
“So close…” he whispered, “Fuck. You’re so tight, so good...”
Dazai’s words coupled with the perfect force on the perfect spots made a
powerful electricity course through Akutagawa’s body. Straight from the base of
his spine to ignite every other nerve in his body. Beads of sweat dotted both
their foreheads, liquid proof of the forbidden deed. Akutagawa moaned, arching
his back, when Dazai quickened their rhythm and tightened his grip on his ass.
It felt good. So, so good. For a second, Akutagawa did not want to go to hell.
Perhaps heaven was similar to this. Perhaps he would be given a chance to
redeem himselves...
“Mmm! Dazai-san! I’m…I’m...” he whimpered, tears of absolute pleasure forming
at the corner of his eyes and he brought the Executive as close to his
throbbing heartbeat as possible. Dazai responded by thrusting deeper, pressing
his hips closer again and again and again with rhythmic fervor. The pressure
was building in their abdomens at an overwhelming pace.
“Ahhh! D-dazai-san! Faster! Faster…”
Dazai did not hesitate to comply. He hammered into Akutagawa with all his body
weight and relished the delicious noises of Akutagawa moans, the lewd slapping
of flesh against flesh, the lingering smell of sex and sweat. It was all too
good...too damn good...
“C-close...Dazai-san!” Akutagawa breathed as he came in warm waves of heat with
his arms wrapped around Dazai’s neck and his beloved name on his lips. The
other was not too far away, pressure at the base of his spine releasing inside
the other boy. Dazai rode out his orgasm, one final thrust of his hips followed
by euphoria as every muscle trembled with ecstasy.
The air was hot. Their cheeks were flushed. The two stayed for a moment,
foreheads touching in unity as they felt each other’s chests rise and fall with
irregular panting.
Dazai pulled out and dropped onto the sheets, expended. Their fingers were
intertwined delicately between them with the younger of the two, shivering
slightly. Akutagawa was incredulous. It was done. The deed was done. He had
made it. They had made it...
Dazai must have sensed something because he turned onto one shoulder and put an
arm around Akutagawa, pulling him to his chest. He wiped away the boy's
lingering tears and placed a kiss on his forehead. They stayed like that for a
while. Just silence between them. The hush of fatigue and reflection...
“What ever do you see in me?” he whispered, running a finger through a strand
of the other’s hair gently. “I cannot understand…”
Akutagawa could not grasp the meaning behind those words in his dazed state of
mind. So he choose to answer with a soft kiss on the lips instead.
“I love you Dazai-san.” he said, nuzzling into his shoulder and curling up to
his comfortable warmth, “There is not much there to understand…”
Dazai sighed, tracing light patterns on the other’s skin with a distant look on
his features. Akutagawa’s eyes were closed and he looked like a mere child
resting on his shoulder with an unfamiliar aura of...peace...
It was quite saddening to know none of it ever lasted very long.
Chapter End Notes
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