Dazai Osamu x Chuuya Nakahara Fanfiction Book

Meet Me At Our Spot - part 2

(A/N: Continuation from part 1!!!

Contains the same warnings from part 1

Word count: 17928

Okay like I'm sorry but THIS STORY MMAOS WILL BE DISCONTINUED FOR NOW ON :]

Sorry I just could find myself writing the ending in the way I wanted it to be delivered, it was hard to get the message across and I'm still working on it so enjoy part 2 for now and maybe sometime in the future I'll publish the ending. )
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Since the Halloween party was held on Friday, Chuuya still had a whole weekend to himself as well as Dazai.

They needed— time... by themselves to think over whatever the hell happened at that goddamn party.

Because neither of them truly knew what they should do next. They both just laid in their beds on Friday night, faces turnt up towards their ceilings— one polished and expensive, the other crumby and old— as they thought deeply, one phrase would just run through their minds just as it did at the party.

'What the hell am I supposed to do now?' They both thought.

And neither of them fell asleep that night not thinking about the feeling of their lips working in that smooth and gentle movement, the tastes of strawberry and lavender (weirdly enough) working it's way around their mouths, fueling their tastebuds as they both got to taste one another for the first time.

It was... ethereal— to say the least.

Like— that moment on the dance floor they shared, was just something straight out of a teen-romance movie— and neither of them were complaining about it.

...well, kinda.

You see, Dazai was very, very confused, about himself and his sexuality after that encounter.

And you may ask, well— hasn't he already accepted the fact that he does indeed like Chuuya romantically?

Well— yes. But also, no.

You see— like always, it's complicated.

That night after the party, Dazai wandered into his house— still wearing his vampire costume and suit, the fake blood was still running down his mouth, along with the fake fangs still sticking to his canine two-front teeth.

You know— just looking like how a typical teenager would look like on the night of Halloween.

Or, at least for Dazai, a typical teenager doesn't look like that in his life.

The brunette strolled into his living room, the dark moonlight peering in from the window's curtains and casting all sorts of shadows across the room. The most notable thing, though, was the many crucifixes lined up on the wall, the moonlight reflecting off the golden and silver metal objects, the body of Christ being shown in a rather majestical way.

As he made his way into the dimly-lit living room, his glance first settled on the sight of his dad sitting back in a soft sofa, sitting upright with his fancy tan sweater drooping off his body, a matching cross necklace to Dazai's own hung from his neck. A mug filled with something Dazai guessed would be late-night coffee was wedged in one hand, and a newspaper in the other. His long raven hair was slightly pushed back as per usual, the two loose pieces were dangling by his stupid old and wrinkly face.