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Old Devil Moon

Tw/Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Dazai Osamu, Human Nakahara Chuuya, Alcohol, Cocaine, Size Difference, Blood Kink, Vampire Bites, Window Sex, Blood Drinking.

Is it too much?

He decided not to do a lot with his face; just some winged design with black and red eyeliner, mascara, the faintest brush of dark eyeshadow, and satin red lip gloss.

He turns his body sideways to get an overall look at his costume.

It's all black with no sleeves, but he's wearing separate black arm sleeves anyway, along with shorts that barely cover his ass—but the black thigh-highs make up for it.

The costume is fitted around his body, hugging tightly around his waist and hips, but thankfully leaves a little bit of breathing room for his crotch.

The black, feathered wings aren't so big, but it fits the outfit he's wearing.

Huffing out a short breath, Chuuya reaches over to his bed to put on the black, plastic horns over his head and takes a final look in the mirror.

A fallen angel.

Definitely not something he would wear back home, but he's not at home and he wants to try new things without the judgement of his mother and the scolding from his father.

His best friend and their girlfriend are ready and waiting downstairs in the kitchen, dressed as Bonnie and Clyde but just a more bloody and sexified version, and Chuuya finds them giggling over what he assumes to be their second drink for tonight.

With a short sigh, Chuuya puts his hands on his hips and cocks his hip to the side, then quirks up his lips, "What do you think?"

"Oh my," Yosano looks at him with wide eyes full of awe, her jaw runs slack with a smirk tugging at the corner, "babe, you look so hot."

That eases some anxiety inside him as his shoulders relax and his smile turns more genuine, "Thank you."

Oda's eyebrows arches considerably high as he looks over Chuuya's costume, hiding half his face behind his cup as he takes another sip, "Your mom would faint if she saw you in that."

Yeah, that's the point.

Chuuya snorts and walks across the room to put on his shoes, "Good thing she's not here then."

The cab to take them to their destination takes a little longer to arrive than usual—but that's to be expected on Halloween night, he guesses.

"Who is this friend that's hosting the party anyway?" Chuuya asks while he squishes himself in the backseat with the other two, making sure he at least gets the window seat.

"Oh," Yosano sighs as she flips open her tiny mirror so she can see what she's doing while applying her lipstick, "his name's Dazai."

For the ten months that Chuuya has known Yosano since she started dating his friend, he has not once heard that name.

"How do you know him?"

Yosano smacks her lips to smudge out her lipstick, then turns to aim him a smirk, "We had a few hook-ups in the past."

Oh.

Chuuya blinks a few times with his eyebrows arching in an instant.

"In a hotel," Yosano continues and Chuuya's eyebrows pull down.

The smile on her face widens, "That he owned and still does."

Annnd Chuuya's jaw goes slack.