Undercare|| Fyozai

•Chapter eight

In 1917 Miheal Dostovasky discovered the pills his dear brother was giving to him was not infact sleeping pills, but soon forgat even talking him the day he forgat he ever wrote any letters to his pen pal who was awfully quiet.

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Dazai grouns in pain as he gets lifted from the comftble place he had his ass was at, Fyodor trowing Dazai's legs around his hips and continuing to making Dazai's face an sandwich between his hands.

Right now Dazai is expreincing the roughest makeout in his little 19 year old life. He would blame the lack of human touch and people in the last few months for why he is enjoying this but also maybe the fact how special Fyodor does it. Like he was craving to kiss him for years and even tho how rough he is, Dazai feels Fyodor is doing his best to be gentle with Dazai so he wont get scared and its amusing to Dazai. Reminds him of Odasaku.

"Nghm..." Dazai moans again, pressing his nails to Fyodor's scalp as much as possible but Fyodor stays unhinged with his arms around his waist, caressing his back gently but acually avoiding any possiblties of Dazai running or falling on the floor, firmly. But in the end DAzai grabs an hold of Fyodor's hair and pulls hard, causing Fyodor to curse in Japaniese and forcedly break away from the kiss while Dazai's eyes widden and a happy and suprised smile forms in Dazai's face.

"Ha! You acually listen to me in our lesons? Im so glad, creep!" Dazai claims, laughing and smirking while Fyodor frowns and presses his lips back to Dazai's and inviting him in another sesion of a war in eachothers mouths. Wow that sounded gross.

But Dazai slowly let Fyodor have a little more control, seeing this wont go anywhere more then very passive aggrasive makeouts if they keep trying to have control of the other. So Fyodor uses his hand on Dazai's back to slowly lay him down on the floor like an princess made out of glass, could shatter to pieces any second, and slowly travels his fingers on Dazai's waist to upper to pull on the bandeges on Dazai's neck, pouting like a kid seeing how tightly they hug the skinny breakble neck. "How can you even breath with these so tight? So annoying..."

Dazai just rolls his eyes at Fyodor and slaps his hand even, using his own fingers to find the end of the bandeges on his neck. This feels wierd. First time when he had to unwrap infront of Oda, his fingers were shaking with anger and concern, he could see his own reflecion in Oda's eyes, he looked like an mad cat, ready to attack anything on his way and kill it, like he was forced to open up to him while Oda didnt forced him or anything, he would never. Oda was too good for that. And Dazai also knew Fyodor was not forcing him to unwrap, if he said so he would stop trying to rip off the bandeges but also bring it up 5 minutes later, or in his sleep.

Becouse Oda was so good and Fyodor is so full of himself. Nothing could be more importent then Gods, slash, his desires.

So Dazai finds the end of the bandage and pulls it, causing the bandeges to fully lossen up and slowly lead down from his neck and fall on the floor with his hair, not fully off him but still not wrapped around him. Dazai doesnt feels fear, he never does. But he does feel worry, worring about if someone who sees how damaged he is wont ever look at him the same way, it would be all pity. But he doesnt feels like that now. He feels relaxed becouse he knows Fyodor is atleast damaged as he is, he doesnt know how yet but he will find out eventually, and he also knows Fyodor doesnt gives a tiny little rat fuck about how fucked up he is.

Fyodor slowly leans down, now more quiet, he presses his cold lips to Dazai's exposed sensetive skin while Dazai so slowly runs his fngers in Fyodor's hair, now gently. "Im not the one who is think i am." Dazai's tone is more emotinless then even even tho his heavy breath, becouse he is trying so hard to sound cold.