ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ || ꜱᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ

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Chuuya wasn't sure he knew what he was doing, nor was he thinking about consequences. The contact felt like a million bees were buzzing on his lips. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but it only lasted for mere seconds before it subsided. Dazai pulled away, hand on Chuuya's chest, pupils dilated and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Chuuya sat back on his heels, furiously embarrassed for letting such a human emotion take control of him.

"That's one, you owe me four more." Dazai smirked, this time his arms slithered around Chuuya's waist and he pressed his lips against Chuuya's. This was the first time Chuuya had kissed anyone with feelings. He had tried so hard to repress this warm feeling pooling in his stomach whenever he was around Dazai. He had never felt anything like this. He melted into Dazai's grip, wrapping his arms around Dazai's nape, and tilted his head to fit the puzzle of their lips. Dazai, once again, pulled away.

"I could get used to this you know."

"You talk an awful lot."

"Would you rather we kiss about it instead? Why, Chuuya, I thought you hated me!"

"The alcohol is messing with me. Shut up before I change my mind." Chuuya muttered, this time he impatiently pushed Dazai into the grass, hovering above him. Dazai let out a squeak at the position change, but hooked his legs around Chuuya's body. They looked like they were having a strange, homoerotic wrestle. The noise frightened Chuuya into a state of sobriety, and he shot back like an eel had zapped him. He gazed at the guardian angel below him, the very soul he was supposed to be reaping. His chocolate brown hair was unruly, and his arms were splayed around his head. His maroon eyes were heavily lidded with lust and his lips were slightly pouted. He looked ethereal, angelic even.

"What's wrong Slug? Too scared to complete your end of the deal?"

"I should've killed you when I first entered your house."

"And yet you didn't, because secretly you wanted to do this." Dazai lazily gestured to himself, and Chuuya fought an irritated groan. Dazai pulled Chuuya's head towards him and gave him a sloppy kiss, before promptly laying back down. "You have one last kiss, are we taking this to my place or yours?" Chuuya tutted and rolled off the man, gazing at the clouded sky. The moon was slightly peeking over a cloud, however it was shrouded in hopelessness as the darkness consumed the night.

"Neither, I'm taking you home and then going to see Arahabaki." Chuuya didn't need to look at Dazai to see his frown.

"What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything."

"Obviously you are, or you would be making out with me." Dazai gently placed a finger under Chuuya's chin and turned his head to look at him. "I think we've already proven that I can't die, try as you might. Are you scared to love? Have you got a deranged ex that would rise from the underworld to slit my throat?"

"Don't be stupid, only grim reapers with assigned cases can enter the overworld."

"So what is it?" Chuuya gazed at the misty sky, a raven soaring into the tree they were under, nestling into its home. A few leaves fell from the branch it landed on, gracefully swaying in the cool evening breeze.

"I've never liked anybody before, not like this."

"Aw, you like little old me?" Dazai beamed, and Chuuya gave him a pointed glare. "What's wrong with a bit of Romeo and Juliet? Our love is forbidden because we are different but we still love the same."

"How poetic." Chuuya remarked, pulling a few blades of grass out of the ground. "I just don't want to hurt you, or you hurt me. We both know what happens if either of us touch each other's blood."