catch the moment

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/14974337.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationship: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray
Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bungou Stray Dogs
Ensemble
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Birthday Fluff, Birthday Presents,
Birthday Party, ch1: atsushi snarking on dazai's birthday party + fluff,
ch2: soukoku smut, Birthday Sex, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff,
Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal
Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Come Marking, Barebacking, Love
Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Engagement, Power Bottom
Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Porn with Feelings, Idiots in
Love
Language: English
Collections: !! all the faves
Stats: Published: 2018-06-19 Words: 4,791 Chapters: 2/2
 catch the moment
by setosdarkness

Summary

They plan to win at least one bet related to Dazai, or die trying.

(or: the one where everyone pitches in to give Dazai birthday gifts and they make bets on
who can give a gift that will make Dazai react)

[Vietnamese TL by Riviere-san! ♥]

Notes

+ thank you for clicking!

+ this is my birthday fic for dazai - first part is atsushi's pov of dazai's birthday party. second
part (will be uploaded later) is birthday smut! ♥

See the end of the work for more notes

 Chapter 1

Atsushi heaves a sigh as he finally reaches a peaceful zone: the trustworthy green couch of
the Agency. It’s the only thing that will never betray him. Atsushi hugs the couch, smooshing
his face against the cushion.

It’s been a rather stressful day, mostly because his usual restaurant runs out of chazuke for
lunch. Oh, and he’s had to play errand boy and act as a liaison between the Port Mafia and
the Agency.

On paper it’s a pretty straightforward job: he just has to go to the Port Mafia’s swanky office
headquarters, ignore the judging looks of the security guards over his ratty sneakers, wait for
their liaison to give him the package, then scurry back to the Agency. Of course, it all goes to
shit because someone up there (like, literally: the Port Mafia Boss’s office is apparently at the
topmost floor) thought it’d be a swell idea to have Akutagawa “don’t even breathe at me,
jinko” Ryuunosuke be the person bearing the package that has to be transported.

Okay, so he might be exaggerating just a little bit. Just a little. Because Akutagawa actually
looked a whole lot less unpleasant today. In fact, he actually looked happy. Which is part of
Atsushi’s problem, because his knee-jerk reaction to seeing a small smile on Akutagawa’s
face is to transform to a tiger and then jump on Akutagawa so he can lick his smile. Of
course, Akutagawa’s knee-jerk reaction to any sort of affection is to stab it, which ends up
with Atsushi and Akutagawa having to battle in the first floor of the Mori Corporation
Headquarters.

The battle itself actually gets cut short, because the two of them are literally held apart, mid-
air, like some squabbling babies being held high by their so-done-with-this-shit parent.
Chuuya-san’s never going to be tall enough to hold them by their necks to keep them from
clawing at each other (or licking each other’s smile, if Atsushi and his tiger get their way) but
he’s an innovative man who uses his Ability to just float them near the ceiling while they
both hiss and snarl at each other and use up their energy.

After that, it’s been pretty smooth-sailing: because Atsushi’s really just there to get the
packages from the Port Mafia. They’ve declined to participate in the party – supposedly out
of loyalty to their boss who’s disinvited from Dazai-san’s birthday party. They’ve also
declined in participating in the actual reason for the party – the bet to find out who can give
the gift that can make Dazai-san react. Well, that doesn’t sound very charitable. They’re also
planning to celebrate Dazai-san’s birthday itself, but everyone’s really very eager about
winning the ever-growing pot of winnings. After all, nobody’s been able to win the betting
for guessing Dazai-san’s previous occupation.

Speaking of the party…

“Atsushi-kun, let’s goooooooo!” Dazai-san chirps rather enthusiastically as he interrupts

Atsushi’s cuddling session with the couch. “I can’t wait to see all of your gifts to me!”
Atsushi heaves another sigh.

Tanizaki’s apartment gets volunteered to host the party, mostly because everyone’s scared of
sneaking around their place in fear of seeing any of the things Naomi talks blatantly about at
work. Their neighbors are also apparently used enough to loud noises coming from the
apartment so it’s fine for them if they end up drunkenly singing at the top of their lungs, or
something. Nobody asks for clarification about the loud noises and Atsushi did not survive
the orphanage, Shibusawa, the orphanage director, teenage angst and becoming a pincushion
for Rashomon just to die from information overload and mortification.

Tanizaki’s apartment also has the admirable quality of only being two streets away from the
Agency office, which means that if something gets blown up or if they get attacked by some
rogue Ability user(s) or if Dazai-san ends up orchestrating a truly spectacular suicide attempt
(as though to make up for the past year of not doing anything like it), they’ll easily be able to
jump back to the office and use the disaster bunker there.

They carry the food and drinks and Dazai’s gifts to the apartment and they get settled on
various surfaces as they form a lopsided circle around Dazai-san, both in an effort to protect
the apartment from Dazai-san’s inquisitive nature and… that’s it actually. Nobody wants to
chance Dazai-san snooping around then finding one of Naomi’s… toys. Atsushi really
doesn’t want to know. Knowledge is power and his one remaining brain cell is on a state of
constant surrender.

Everyone has decided that whoever wins this wins the entire betting pot. Ranpo-san, because
of his Ability, will be the judge on which is Dazai-san’s best reaction. (Ranpo-san had also
complained about why he needs to give Dazai-san a present, so everyone just agreed to take
him out of the bet.) Atsushi eagerly volunteers to be first to give his gift – the surprise factor
is important. The betting pot guarantees him thrice-daily chazuke meals using premium
genmaicha, he’s taking this seriously.

“Dazai-san, happy 25th birthday!”

Atsushi eagerly watches Dazai-san opens his gift.

“…Oh.” Dazai-san looks a bit surprised, then he grins. He coos over a copy of his favorite
book, The Complete Guide to Suicide, with a note from Atsushi that says: I would get you the
author’s autographed version, but he followed his book to the letter, so have an ink-stamp of
my tiger’s paw instead, Dazai-san! “Thank you, Atsushi-kun!”

Kunikida-san looks surprised at his gift. Atsushi thought very hard about what to give Dazai-
san that he can surely enjoy and can hopefully surprise him; he thought that Dazai-san
wouldn’t be expecting the book to come from him, but the surprise is pretty mild on Dazai-
san’s face.

Naomi gives Dazai a set of handcuffs. They exchange leers over it. Nobody asks anything
related to the gift. Tanizaki gifts Dazai with a set of winter gloves even though summer’s just
starting.
Kunikida-san follows it with an office stationery set, which Dazai-san complains about
because he’s not liking Kunikida-san’s unsubtle nudge at him to take paperwork more
seriously. To prevent Kunikida-san’s blood pressure from spiking and therefore leading him
to need medical attention—medical attention that she’s not about to give because she plans
on boozing up—Yosano-san interrupts and hands over her gift: a loop of velvet red ropes. At
first, Atsushi thinks that she’s gifting Dazai-san with something that could be used as a
noose, but judging from their matching smirks… Atsushi squints. Well, it’s still possible that
it can be used as a noose…

Haruno-san gifts him with a bottle of sake, because it’s apparently on Dazai-san’s entrance
records that he enjoys sake. Lucy-chan gifts Dazai-san with a knitting set, telling him that he
can try learning it instead of flirting with the waitresses at the restaurant downstairs of the
Agency office. Kyouka-chan’s offering is a gift certificate to happy hour on her favorite crepe
shop, something that Dazai-san accepts with a gentle smile on his face. Ranpo-san indicates
that Kyouka-chan’s on the lead right now.

Kenji lugs with him a boxful of canned crabs and Dazai-san’s happiness is actually fairly
obvious this time, so Kenji immediately dislodges Kyouka-chan from the throne.

Fukuzawa-san gives Dazai-san a container filled with cat food.

“President… I don’t have a cat.”

Fukuzawa-san’s serious expression doesn’t waver. “Then feel free to join me anytime, while I
feed my cat.”

“…President, you don’t have a cat either…”

But Dazai-san is smiling, just a bit. Atsushi figures that it’s more of the offer of bonding time
that really matters. Or Fukuzawa-san just really needs a chaperone as he tries to buy a cat.

Poe-san shuffles in to hand a novel over to Dazai-san, promising him that he’s written it with
him in mind. Dazai-san peruses the book and looks at Poe-san with surprise.

Dazai-san’s eyes are wide as he reads the book’s words. “…Did Ranpo-san…?”

“Yes, I helped him!” Ranpo-san declares haughtily. “It’s only possible because it’s a
combination of our abilities!”

“That's true, Ranpo-kun!”

“So you’re disqualified,” Yosano-san declares, which is a relief for everyone because Poe-san
would have surely won that round.

With those words, Ranpo-san complains and pouts and is immediately fawned over by Poe-
san. Without a judge, they decide to let Dazai-san open the presents from the Port Mafia,
because they’re not part of the betting pool anyway.

Akutagawa’s present is first to be opened – an expensive-looking watch that Atsushi’s totally

not jealous about. Dazai-san simply hums at it, inspecting it this way and that and looking
disappointed that it’s not booby-trapped. Higuchi’s present is for some Bluetooth-headset and
Atsushi’s totally not jealous that the Port Mafia folks are practically rolling around in riches,
able to buy such expensive presents. Tachihara-san’s gift is some expensive-looking
handkerchief set that’s framed inside a gold-gilded container. Kajii-san sends over a crate of
lemons and Kenji offers to use them to make lemonades for everyone.

Elise-chan apparently sends over a coloring book plus a picture drawing of Dazai-san. Dazai-
san lights a fire over the next two gifts (a formal letter inviting Dazai-san back to the Port
Mafia from Mori-san, a handwritten letter from Q asking Dazai-san to meet him at the pit).
The fire alarm doesn’t sound and Atsushi’s the tiniest bit worried about apartment safety.

Hirotsu-san’s gift is a desk calendar that is already fully-marked with someone’s schedule.
Dazai-san actually grins when he receives it. Atsushi’s very thankful that the Port Mafia is
out of the betting pool. Dazai-san’s grin widens further when he opens Gin-san’s present: an
envelope that houses a couple of pictures of someone… drooling? They look very
unflattering, but Dazai-san snatches them up and hides the pictures inside his coat quickly so
Atsushi, even with his super-senses, isn’t able to determine the identity of the person in the
photos. Atsushi just hopes they’re not blackmail material on the Agency members, hopes
against hope that he’s not that drooling guy on the picture.

Ozaki-san’s gift is an ornate tea ceremony set, something that she’s apparently opted to mail
directly to the Agency instead of trusting Atsushi to carry it. It’s a wise choice, because it
looks like it would never survive Atsushi’s walk down the neighborhood. Dazai-san’s
expression is quite soft, like the tea set is a symbol of something else entirely.

There’s only one gift left—and just about on time, because Ranpo-san’s back (oh, when did
he leave? either way, Poe-san’s with him and they’re both looking quite flushed).

It’s a small box.

There’s no card or any indication about the sender of the gift.

Atsushi hears Naomi placing bets with Yosano-san and Lucy-san as to whether it’s an
engagement ring or an apartment key. Kyouka-chan joins their avid whispering by saying that
she heard from Ozaki-san that Dazai-san isn’t actually in a relationship so it’s unlikely that
it’s a ring.

Dazai-san opens the box, seemingly in trance, not paying attention to anyone else.

And he—

Are those tears?!

Atsushi’s mystified and terrified about the chances of an apocalypse suddenly encroaching
upon the world. There’s a tear that escapes Dazai-san’s eye, but the open wonders on his face
is more than enough to scream a spectrum of emotions. Atsushi can only watch Dazai-san
clutch the gift close to his chest as he sprints away from the apartment, leaving a group of
colleagues gaping at his back.
“…As expected,” Ranpo-san says smugly.

Atsushi cries out, “It’s not expected at all, Ranpo-san!”

“Of course Fancy Hat will give the gift that can make him react a lot.”

“But what is that gift?”

“It’s a fishing lure.”

“…a fishing lure?” Atsushi tilts his head. “Does Dazai-san like fishing that much?”

Ranpo-san shrugs.

Atsushi just sighs, disappointed that nobody wins the bet about Dazai-san, once again.

“…Let’s just get drunk,” Yosano-san suggests, already on her way to her fourth drink. “To
Dazai! May he get laid on his 25th birthday! Kanpai!”

—————

Red hair splayed out like spider lilies over the grains of sand that can never be counted,
tiny in their size but grand in their scope, Nakahara Chuuya lands on the shore like a
beached whale. He’s such a tiny ball, a force of nature. He evolves from a wayward god
to a fearsome beast to a flaming lion to a rebellious sheep to a battering ram to a burnt
eagle to a gutted fish. And now, with Dazai Osamu’s leather heels an inch away from
being able to step in and scoop out blood and flesh from the knife wound on Chuuya’s
back, now he’s a dog.

Dazai tests the words and finds that he enjoys their taste: “I look forward to having you
as my dog, Chuuya.”

“Isn’t it grand…” Chuuya’s bark is mumbled but still very much toothed, if only blunted
by fatigue and the poison on his wounds. “Now you’ve caught me, you devil.”

—————

Chuuya’s gift: a fishing lure.

It’s stacked too heavily to be actually useful for use in fishing, but it’s not like Dazai’s
planning to use it to actually bait anything—or anyone else.
The fishing lure’s components:

red locks braided together – Chuuya’s hair that he takes good care of, to the point that
he has no qualms in breaking arms of people who disregard his wishes about having it
touched
a vial of blood, deep red, fresh and not yet coagulated – Chuuya’s blood that multiple
organizations around the world would give out an arm and leg to get hold of, given that
he’s still the most successful result of experiments
strips of pale red, old, tattered cloth – the cloth from Chuuya’s prized hat that Chuuya
guards ferociously with his life

Chuuya’s been caught and he’s handing over the spoils to Dazai.
 Chapter 2
Chapter Summary

+ smut, ft: soukoku being thirsty for each other, sex marathons, soukoku getting
engaged (LOL) ♥

Chapter Notes

+ thank you for dropping by again! please see updated tags/rating as this chapter is just
soukoku being embarrassing as they sex each other out. HBD again, dazai!

+ @everyone reading this - hope you enjoy! ♥♥♥

See the end of the chapter for more notes

—————

With Chuuya’s gift practically burning a hole in his pocket, Dazai doesn’t bother knocking as
he slips inside Chuuya’s apartment, picking the lock easily even though his hands are a tad
shakier than normal. The calendar that Hirotsu-san gifted him states that Chuuya should have
been on a half-day and is not needed at work until Monday next week. Chuuya’s Tuesdays
are fairly relaxed – he usually buys take-out dinner and snacks because Tuesdays are
Chuuya’s drama-binge nights.

Dazai has a feeling that Chuuya wouldn’t be binging on dramas tonight though. He won’t let
him.

Dazai stealthily crosses the living room barefooted, his socks tucked inside the shoes that he
leaves on the genkan. It’s late afternoon and the sunset paints Chuuya’s apartment in purplish
reds, curtains tucked to the sides of the huge floor-to-ceiling sliding bulletproof glass door
that leads to Chuuya’s balcony. He’s mildly surprised to not find Chuuya reclining on one of
his balcony seats – Chuuya adores watching the sunset and sipping some incredibly
expensive wine while he savors the view. Yokohama Bay stretches out beyond the balcony,
Chuuya’s 37th floor apartment affording him a great vantage point to observe the city skyline.

But Dazai’s not here to enjoy opulence—not of this kind, at least. He passes by the dining
table overlooking the open kitchen, take-out containers on top of heated dish coasters.
There’s only one bedroom in the apartment. Dazai slides the door open and promptly whistles
in appreciation.

Chuuya’s splayed out naked on his bed, his ass wiggling as he fingers himself open,
squelching sounds accompanying each thrust of his fingers. Dazai can see excess lube
dripping out of his hole, making everything look so obscenely wet, asscheeks glistening
golden under the muted glow of the light fixtures. Chuuya’s face is against the wrinkled
bedsheets, his full weight resting on his cheek and his knees as he shudders and writhes with
each pump of his fingers.

Dazai doesn’t bother clearing his throat, the dryness in his mouth making his voice sound
hoarse and positively thirsty. “…Having fun, Chuuya?”

“What… ah, took you so long?” Chuuya squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he hits his
prostate, the pleasure overwhelming him for a moment. Rather shamelessly, he continues
riding his fingers as he speaks with Dazai, moans peppering his words. “Don’t tell me, ah,
did you forget, oh, how to get to my apartment?”

This is the first time that they’re in Chuuya’s apartment without the haze of alcohol acting as
the prelude, after all. They’ve kept this new development in their relationship a secret, having
gone on for the past two months so far—but it seems that they’re surrounded by rather
perceptive people. All of their previous encounters started out as drinking together, the two of
them needing the excuse as they find their footing.

Not today though.

“I can’t believe you ruined your hat for me,” Dazai ends up saying, as he hastily removes his
coat and hangs it on the peg at the back of Chuuya’s door. The lure is inside the coat pocket,
so Dazai takes extra care in hanging it up, making sure it doesn’t bang against the door.
“Chuuya.”

“Of course you’ll focus on that,” Chuuya says with a roll of his eyes, rolling his hips along
with his words. He then glares at Dazai, neediness and impatience making his eyes burn
steely blue. “Undress faster, damn it.”

Dazai would usually make it difficult for Chuuya, but the desire to see where this will lead
overpowers the desire to be contrary. With that thought in mind, Dazai’s fingers deftly undoes
the buttons on his shirt, hanging it over the peg beside his coat. He quickly undoes his pants
too, stepping out of it, along with his underwear, without breaking eye-contact with Chuuya’s
writhing form. He doesn’t quite run or jump to Chuuya’s bed, but it’s close.

Once he reaches the bed, he kneels behind Chuuya, his cock filling up as he splays his left
hand over Chuuya’s ass, his right index finger hooking into Chuuya’s puffy red rim,
Chuuya’s two fingers continuing in their quest to keep him open and loose even with Dazai’s
interruption.

“Here I am,” Dazai announces needlessly as he lets his left hand roam around, fondling
Chuuya’s thighs, reaching over in front so he can lightly squeeze at his balls, at the base of
his cock. “How long have you been like this?”
“I don’t remember,” Chuuya moans as Dazai’s finger synchronizes with his own, fucking into
him. “I… wanted…”

“Mm?”

Dazai’s mesmerized by how Chuuya’s back muscles seem to ripple with each motion, each
heave of his shoulders, each trembling of his entire body. He curls his finger, rubs the pad of
his fingertip against the edges of Chuuya’s prostate – Chuuya’s moaning breaks into
pleasured sighs.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” Chuuya eventually manages to say, once he’s able to gather
his wits. “So that you can just…”

Dazai understands.

Dazai replaces the fingers lodged in Chuuya’s hole with his cock, sliding into Chuuya easily
thanks to his thorough preparation. Dazai bottoms out in one smooth slide, his balls slapping
against Chuuya’s ass. Dazai holds onto Chuuya’s right hand, his chest practically folding
over Chuuya’s back as they rock into each other in a quick frenzy.

“You wanted to be ready for my cock,” Dazai breathes out as he hammers into Chuuya,
keeping his chest pressed against the muscles on Chuuya’s back, his hips working double-
time so that he can slam hard into Chuuya, as though to ensure that even Chuuya’s insides
will know nothing but the shape of his cock. “Isn’t that right, Chuuya?”

“Only—ah—because it’s your—fuck, yes, again, again—birthday, you walking human

disaster.”

“So…” Dazai pulls out and flips Chuuya over so that they’re face-to-face instead, folding
Chuuya’s legs so that his knees are nearly on his shoulders. Chuuya raises an eyebrow at him,
as though to question him for questioning his flexibility. Chuuya’s hair is sticking out at so
many places, but it still manages to look as though it’s been artistically tousled instead of just
being the result of sweat and sex-fervor. “…I can have you, today?”

Chuuya glares at Dazai, but its effect is ruined by the fact that his face is flushed, needy and
impatient enough to wrap both of his hands on Dazai’s cock, guiding him back inside his ass.
“You’ve had for me for a damn long time already.”

Dazai feels his heart slam inside his ribs, not even entirely because of the sex.

“…Ever since we met?”

“You were a massive ass when we met,” Chuuya says with a frown, but he’s stretching out,
then hooking his legs around Dazai’s waist.

Dazai points out, “You still call me a massive ass nowadays.”

“Because you are a massive ass.” Once Dazai’s cock is sheathed inside him, Chuuya reaches
up and locks his arms around Dazai’s neck, anchoring themselves together. “That never
changed.”
It’s not quite true, but Dazai supposes that he’s never been cut out to become something
angelic, something pure.

The lure that Chuuya gave him—as though in answer to the first and last time that Dazai tried
to catch Chuuya---tells him that Chuuya doesn’t mind anyway.

Dazai’s tone comes out full of wonder and insecurity, even though he doesn’t plan for it. “…
Chuuya, are you sure?”

Chuuya, who’s never been the type to let things such as insecurity stop him, asks him rather
bluntly: “What the fuck are you asking with your dick inside me?!”

“There’s a 97% possibility that I’ll still be like this in another ten years.”

Chuuya’s eyes soften and he nudges for Dazai to slump forward, so that he’s able to cup
Dazai’s cheeks and press kisses all over his face. “Ten years ago… you wouldn’t be even
making predictions for the next year.”

Dazai opens his mouth to contradict Chuuya’s words, but his breath is stolen by Chuuya’s
tongue curling into him, licking into his mouth and robbing him of the ability to say things
that he doesn’t really want to say. Dazai wants to refute Chuuya’s assertion that he’s changed,
but it’s something that he deeply wishes to be true, so Chuuya helps him out like this, forcing
him to keep quiet. Well, not too quiet. Dazai moans as he starts fucking into Chuuya again,
Chuuya sucking at his tongue at the same rhythm that his insides suck Dazai in.

Dazai’s heart feels like it will burst, and he comes in a flash when Chuuya whispers to his ear,
“Tens of years from now, I’ll still tell you the same thing: you’ve always had me.”

Dazai continues fucking into Chuuya as he fills him with his release, some droplets escaping
Chuuya’s hole each time Dazai pulls out. Chuuya continues murmuring encouragements to
him, telling him to continue filling him up. Dazai pulls out of Chuuya and makes a move to
bend down to suck the cum out of Chuuya, but Chuuya stops him.

Rather breathless, Chuuya asks: “What do you want to do next?”

“…Next?”

“I know Hirotsu-san gave you my schedule.”

Dazai smirks lazily at Chuuya, hands wrapping around Chuuya’s cock so that he’ll reach
orgasm as well. “…is this Chuuya’s way of asking me out to a sex marathon?”

Chuuya’s answering smirk is smoldering.

“That’s my way of telling you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Dazai groans as he feels his dick twitch in response to that smirk, to that look, to that tone.

“Challenge accepted,” Dazai murmurs eventually, “I’ll make sure that you become so filled
that you’ll leak when you breathe, Chuuya.”
Chuuya pinches his cheek. “All words, no action.”

In retaliation, Dazai bends down and quickly swallows Chuuya down, forcing him to cum in
his mouth within the next minute.

They then make their way to the dining table to grab a quick dinner—or at least, they plan to.
Dazai ends up shoving Chuuya against the bedroom door and sucks at his nipples until
they’re rose-red, sliding both of their cocks against each other as they coax each other to
hardness again. They end up fucking against the door as well, but Dazai’s legs are too wobbly
to sustain them long.

They end up on the dining room, the two of them sharing a seat, Chuuya bouncing on Dazai’s
cock as they feed each other. Dazai’s quite impressed that Chuuya had the forethought to get
them sushi so that it’s both filling and bite-sized that they wouldn’t need utensils. Chuuya
sucks the taste of vinegar from Dazai’s fingers, then sucks the salty taste of cum after Dazai
jacks him off. They try to wash their hands after, but they spend an inordinate amount of time
near the kitchen sink, Chuuya bent over the counters as Dazai relentlessly tries to achieve
synchronized orgasm.

“We’re not going to end up leaving Chuuya’s home, are we,” Dazai asks in wonder as he
fingerfucks Chuuya once more, pushing back any cum leaking out.

Chuuya pauses in his mission in making Dazai unable to walk anywhere without his skin
hurting so wonderfully from being covered in hickeys. “…This can be your home too,
bandage bastard.”

Dazai huffs a laugh. “Chuuya, if you’re gonna say such sweet things, can you not call me a
‘bandage bastard’ in the process?”

Chuuya presses his smirk against Dazai’s neck.

“…move in with me already… stinky mackerel.”

Dazai kisses the top of Chuuya’s sweaty forehead. “I’ll move in tomorrow, slug.”

—————

“In other words…” The boy that’s not a boy with spider lilies as his hair asks. “You
started to want to live?”

Overly simple, reducing Dazai’s words and thoughts into such simplistic terms. Just like
an animal that just follows instinct, just like a force of nature that can’t be
comprehended by human understanding.

“That’s oversimplifying it.” Dazai doesn’t think that being in a life-or-death situation is
the best way to debate philosophies—not that Chuuya is a good partner in discussing
 such things. What does a god know about the struggles of humans? What does a god
who doesn’t have the basic building blocks of his development know? “Plus, I have not
yet been able to make you to my dog.”

“That’s a promise?”

Dazai smiles, because there’s no such thing as promises to someone who’s not even sure
about his life, much less his tomorrow. It’s possible that they’re simply going to die here
and now. But Chuuya’s a simple thing.

“That’s a promise.”

—————

Dazai wakes up to his cock being enveloped by Chuuya’s slick heat, Chuuya’s idea of waking
him up being extremely desirable, riding him into full hardness.

“…I fell asleep?”

Chuuya smirks smugly at him, which looks infinitely hotter with sweat-matted hair and kiss-
bitten lips. “Just as you were telling me about that detective duo’s gift.”

“They… ah, wrote a story.” Dazai groans when Chuuya squeezes him inside. “About how
we’ll… be screwing in front of your balcony.”

“You have nasty friends,” Chuuya comments but he doesn’t seem opposed to a little
exhibitionism.

Dazai watches Chuuya’s face as he says: “…And we’re both wearing rings by then.”

Chuuya slaps a sweaty, sticky hand over Dazai’s eyes immediately.

“We are not going to get engaged while I’m riding your dick, you fucker!”

“Chuuya—why are you hiding your face?! Are you actually going to—?!”

“Shut up!”

Dazai hugs Chuuya down to him. “Are you going to say yes?!”

“That’s not how proposals work!” Chuuya shrieks in protest.

“But are you?!”

“Of course I am!” Chuuya slaps Dazai’s face this time, with enough force to show that he’s
very flustered and he’s not able to control his power that well. It’s well worth it though. “I
told you already, didn’t I?! You’ve always had me. You’ll always have me.”
 Dazai feels his heart squeeze, so he tries to pass on the feeling by squeezing Chuuya tight to
him. “…Ah. I need to have a birthday every day, if this is what I get.”

“Oh no you don’t! I’m not marrying you if you’re gonna be this insufferable every fucking
day.”

“Chuuya!” Dazai squeezes Chuuya again. “Are we engaged now?”

“I’m still on your dick!”

“Isn’t it nicer that way…?”

“It’s definitely not!”

—————

(When they announce their engagement, Dazai makes it a point to let them all know that
they’ve proposed and consummated their engagement simultaneously—ignoring Chuuya’s
screams about lies and everyone else’s reminder that there’s no such thing as consummating
an engagement.

What Dazai doesn’t tell them is that when they end up fucking on Chuuya’s balcony,
Chuuya’s eyes are locked into him instead of watching the sunsets that he loves.

What Dazai doesn’t tell anyone but Chuuya is that Chuuya’s also caught him ever since that
moment, ever since that first time that their gazes met—no other lure needed but just his
presence. Chuuya calls him a dumbass and a sap, but he kisses him in the same breath, their
thoughts and emotions catching each other at the right moment.)

Chapter End Notes

Again and again… Catching up to you...

Overtaking you... Losing track of who you are...

Then getting really happy, when the timing of our breaths align...
I wonder if I can turn all these seconds that I've gathered into an eternity!

The moment my voice rang out, my heart started counting the limits of this life:
A wish that will never end, no matter how many times it comes true!

—Catch the Moment by LiSA

End Notes

+ i'll try my best to upload the smut tonight! hope to see you later! :D♥♥♥
+ (the second-to-the-last scene: is based on 15)

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