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Dazai was bored and he hated being bored, but there really wasn't anything that caught his interest lately. Nothing that stimulated him or made him stretch his brain or pique his interest in any way. He had already finished school; finishing a graduate degree while most people his age were finishing up their first year of university, He had been surrounded by adults his entire life and expected to keep up in an adult world, but he was torn between thinking that adults were absolutely useless and that people his own age just needed to grow up .
He didn't fit in anywhere and now that he was done with school, he wasn't sure where to go next. He didn't want to subject himself to the endless grind of a job under someone's heel, subject to their demands. It was why he had wanted to be a writer; he could do his own thing and he had enough money from his inheritance that he didn't have to live off of his best-seller. It was just boring and he wanted to find something in his life that would make it more interesting, more worthwhile.
Maybe I should write for those research papers that cost poor students way too much money to view and give it to them for free. He amused himself with the idea of him hacking into their personal emails or storage areas and giving them all the information that they needed.
He was alone; there were the family servants at his empty estate home, but his family was all gone.He only mourned his brother, Odasaku--the rest had been so distant from him that he barely even knew them. Without him there, giving Dazai a bright spot in the dull day of drudgery, it was difficult to muster up any enthusiasm. His hand brushed over his throat at the memory of Odasaku's death. He had nearly died as well and the scars weren't something he showed to anyone.
The only thing that kept him going was that Oda had wanted him to live; to not be trapped in the misery of what his family had wanted for him, nor give up on life after he was gone. So he kept his promise and was trying to find something more lively, something different and different from what he had done for so long.
He looked at the club appraisingly. It wasn't flashing colors or throbbing with club music, but he knew this for a club nonetheless. It was probably still full of all those things that men his age should be thirsting over, but he already felt detached but was still determined to make the most of it. To see if someone, anyone could catch his interest, even for one night. It was more than difficult, he thought wryly, to try and cultivate even a one night stand with people who were either so far underneath your intellectual and maturity level he felt guilty, or those that saw you as the child.
Not that he was very old, but he was so used to thinking of himself as an adult and surrounded by them, it was sometimes hard to believe that he was barely twenty. People had always assumed he was older than he was. It didn't help that he had always been tall for his age and with the drive to be perfect at everything he did, more somber than the people around him. Showing too much emotion to the wrong sort of people--he shuddered inwardly as a particularly vicious memory surfaced and squashed it just as quickly.
He was dressed as well as he could for his experiment, tight jeans that the girl in the store had giggled and blushed over. A fitted, black shirt and a long draping jacket that accentuated his tall, lanky body. He thought he looked like an idiot--the less, the better with people? But he already knew he was an oddity with the bandages that covered his throat as well, looking like an absurd sort of fashion accessory.
He had no trouble getting inside the club; his family name and the money that came with it was good for something and Dazai surveyed the area with interest, surveying all that was before him. It was all subtle lights and intense music, with a band live on the stage. There were nooks where people were tucked into, flashes of pale skin changing different colors with the lights that flashed across the ceiling in varying intervals.
It wasn't a crush of bodies like it could be in smaller clubs, but there was an energy that piqued his interest and he stepped into it. There were people dancing, but most clung around tables and hid in the niches that lined the walls. The people here were the rich sort of partying sort, or so it seemed to his observation. He inwardly rolled his eyes at the confused and assessing looks they gave him, the way their gazes tried to puzzle out who he was and some looked at his bandages with a smirk, as if they knew something he didn't.
There were a few dawning looks of recognition and he already knew how to respond to the looks of avarice mixed with pity. A few people tried to get close to him, presumably based just on what they thought they could get out of him, but he wasn't in the mood for those types of games tonight. Maybe when he knew the place and the clientele better, if he even came back here, but it would take a lot for him to fall into the same cage his life had always been.
He slid around them without effort, going straight to the bar, miraculously unoccupied for the moment, except for a young man that was sitting all alone, as if people were purposely avoiding him. There were looks slanted his way as well, but they were more of fear than there was of respect or disdain. There was that sort of excitement in their eyes, but still no one came close to what seemed like the most attractive man in the room. Dazai filed this all away as he purposely went closer; there was something about this man that sent warning signals along his nerves, but that just made him more interested than before. It felt like he was walking along the edge of a roof with the wind whistling around him.
He certainly was gorgeous and Dazai wasn't afraid to admit that-- he was dressed more in line with what Dazai thought people in clubs should be wearing and he wore it well . Leather pants that were so tight that he was certain that man had been poured into them and showed off every defined curve, but paired with an exquisitely tailored red shirt, with a stylized dragon going down the sleeve Dazai could see. A leather jacket and a hat were draped on the stool next to him.
It was exciting and Dazai didn't know how just a glance could tell him so much, could make his heart pound. He had to find out more, had to learn about this person that practically radiated danger so invitingly.
He slid into the unoccupied seat next to him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye and only smiling brightly at the bartender in front of him, seemingly Ignoring the gorgeous man completely. He noticed the bartender giving him a look that all but shouted ' you're being stupid' , but he wasn't here to interrupt anything or tell his customers what they shouldn't do, as long as they weren't going to cause problems.
The man next to him wasn't so unobtrusive as Dazai was in his glance, staring openly at Dazai with a sharp grin of amusement. "You must be new," he said bluntly. "I haven't seen you here before."
"You notice everyone in a club like this? It can't be my stunning good looks and I'm sure people practically fight each other to get close to you." Dazai grinned, accepting the whiskey from the bartender and taking a slow sip. He took in the bright blue eyes and vivid red hair. "You're the one that stands out."
"You're cute," the man said bluntly with another smirk. "Here you are, brand new in a club that you know nothing about and unless I'm losing my touch, you're a brand new adult. Either you're incredibly dense not to ask why no one is around me, or you like living on the edge."
"What if I wanted to take advantage of everyone else's blindness and sit down next to the most intriguing man in the room?" He was fascinated that the man seemed to know he was barely twenty and wanted to know more.it wasn't just the looks, but the mystery despite the blunt words.
"I would say you have a death wish and possibly you should ask people why they're so 'blind', but as I said, you're cute." He reached up and patted Dazai's cheek. "Share a drink with me?" he asked lowly. "I can get us a private room."
Dazai blinked at how fast it was already going but mentally shrugged. You only lived once, after all, and why not have a night with a handsome stranger that made him light-headed? Still--he couldn't give in so very easily. He leaned his head on his hand and smirked back at the man.
"My, aren't you the bold one," he teased. "You're taking advantage of my 'newly adult self' as you put it." He batted his eyes. "How do I know you're not a murderer or a thief and taking advantage of my innocence?"
"You're anything but innocent," the man snorted. "Young and stupid, but I can practically smell the darkness on you." He held out his hand and stood up and Dazai blinked at how short the man was standing up next to him. "You'll just have to take the risk that I just want a good time, hm?"
Dazai considered this; he wasn't entirely helpless in defending himself. His guardian had seen to that and if things went entirely sideways, well, he'd either get his wish that he would finally die in an interesting way or his life would have some sort of excitement and thrill before he took care of the problem and went home. Either option seemed to be equally interesting and he nodded, standing up and not hiding his grin in the way he towered over the redhead. If he thought Dazai was an easy mark, he may have been reconsidering it, but he just shrugged and led Dazai through the crowd and up a flight of stairs, to where the really private rooms were.
The man turned and smiled up at him, blue eyes seeming to draw him in."I'm Nakahara Chuuya," he murmured, expression mischievous as if his very name was a joke. "Before I apparently murder you, you can give me your name as well."
Dazai snorted and gave him a smile in return, actually reaching his eyes for once. "Dazai," he said easily. "Dazai Osamu.: He paused outside of the room and tilted his head. "Now that we know at least each other's names, why don't you make my birthday something to remember?"
Chuuya's expression was full of dark amusement and that thrill of danger electrified Dazai's nerves even more. "Oh, I promise you, Dazai--" his hand caressed Dazai's before he opened the door with a key that he pulled out of his pocket. "This will certainly be something you won't forget."
It wasn't until they were in the room, the noise of the club completely shut out, that Dazai realized that Chuuya didn't have a drink, but he didn't think that this time in the room was about drinking.
Still--
"I didn't realize you were so short," Dazai's mouth opened and said the words before his brain really thought about what he was saying, but he couldn't help but continue. "Is that the reason why no one was hitting on you?" he asked. "Because you wouldn't be taller than boys and girls and they couldn't take you seriously?"
Chuuya's eyes widened, expression incredulous at the words and he stalked closer to Dazai, fury in every step and Dazai could swear that he felt the floor shake and would have blamed the music, but… it hadn't been that loud to create such a sensation. It only made him run his mouth more.
"Oooh, chibi is a heavy walker! You're starting to scare me with that look!" He clutched his heart dramatically. "I thought you were going to rob me, but now you look like you're going to ravish me," He batted his eyes. "You better pin me to the ground to make sure you can reach me."
"Or I'll make sure I knock you down a few levels," Chuuya hissed and without Dazai actually realizing what happened, he was thrown onto the soft couch in the room, Chuuya straddling him and his eyes boring into Dazai's so strongly that he couldn't look away. Not that he could-- for someone so small , Chuuya seemed to be holding him down with no effort.
It was then that he realized the bared teeth close to his face were… sharper than one should be. At least--a few of the teeth. Dazai swallowed and he tilted his head backward in a mute appeal that he wanted Chuuya to answer. Even if this was all fake and Chuuya was a complete weirdo, it would be a fun way to spend the evening.
"You really don't realize what you've stepped into and who you've upset, hm?" Chuuya ran the tip of his nail down Dazai's throat, a smirk growing on his face. "It's not because I'm short, asshole. Do you really want to continue insulting me?"
"I always did like the idea of vampires…" he made his eyes shine and he clasped his hands on his chest. "Are you going to bite me now? I mean-- you have me all at your mercy and all." His heart was thrumming fast and he knew his cheeks were flushed with the excitement of it all. It felt real , this threat and he loved the stunned look he got from what was supposed to be a fearsome creature of the night, as if he couldn't believe that Dazai was encouraging this instead of quaking in fear.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Chuuya finally demanded. "You should be running in fear or at least trying to get away. I haven't even done anything to you yet."
"Were you going to mess with my mind and make me only think of you?" Dazai asked hopefully. "You can still do that, but you don't need to if you're just doing it to get me to stay." He looked thoughtful. "You can even take as much as you want. Just don't make it painful,' he ended, wrinkling his nose. "Make it all sexy and nice. I don't really care for pain."
"I'm going to drain you dry just so you shut up," Chuuya hissed. "I'm sure it will be counted as some sort of public service, ridding the world of you and your annoying self."
Dazai pouted up at him. "I thought you said I was cute." He tried for a charming smile a moment later. "You don't think I'm cute? I guess I'll just have to wilt away without your good opinion," he said woefully.
"You really are annoying as hell," Chuuya groused, moving one hand to pin Dazai's hands to the sofa and he increased his weight. "Still, annoying or not, you'll still make a good meal and then you'll be out of my hair forever." He definitely looked pleased at that and leaned down, using his other hand to force Dazai's hand back. No matter how much Dazai squirmed, he couldn't get free.
"What if I want you to do it more than once?" Dazai pressed on, having to keep up some sort of conversation when his heart was thundering so poundfully that it echoed in his ears. He had never felt so alive before. "I mean, as long as you don't take all my blood this very moment--" he let his voice trail off and Chuuya pulled away enough to give him an incredulous look.
"You'll change your mind once it happens," he murmured. "No matter how good I make it feel, you'll change your mind." Without letting Dazai say another word, he bit down on the pulse point and Dazai felt him holding back a smirk. He finally found a way to shut him up.
Dazai felt a brief prick of pain when the fangs pierced his skin and he almost opened his mouth to complain when the pleasure washed over him. It was a combination of the hot feel of his mouth on such sensitive skin and the way he could feel the blood flowing into Chuuya's mouth. The hot swipes of his tongue were even better and he couldn't quite stifle a moan. This was an even better idea than he had thought it would be. He hadn't even realized that Chuuya had pulled aside the bandages to suck on the pulse point and he arched into the bite, eyes closing and hands flexing in Chuuya's tight grip.
There was more squirming and Dazai wasn't trying to get away; he wanted more . More feeling, more sensation--and with an abrupt wrench on reality, it was suddenly all over and Chuuya was leaning back and licking his lips. There was an almost feral glow in his eyes and curls of red and black had stained his face and crept down his neck, under the collar of his shirt.
He looked like a monster; powerful and more dangerous than before. Dazai was in love.
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"You're demented," Chuuya snapped at him, obviously trying to figure out why Dazai hadn't fled in terror yet and instead was staring at him as if he was even more enamored than any spell Chuuya could have used to create that look. "You saw what I actually look like after I have blood."
"Mmhmm," Dazai hummed happily and leaned over Chuuya, poking him in the head. "It just makes this all the more thrilling," he grinned. "Can you show me that again? Or do you need the blood to do it? I'll donate more blood…" He was a little lightheaded, but he wasn't about to say so. He wanted to feel Chuuya's sharp teeth again, and wanted to feel that strength overpowering him and taking charge. It was wonderful not being in charge and making all the decisions and he wanted to have more of that, too.
"I can't take more blood from you," Chuuya looked scandalized. "I may be a vampire, but I'm not actually going to drain you. It's a pain in the ass to hide a body, you know and I still want to use this place as my hunting ground. There are always idiots like you that wander in."
"But you won't have to keep hunting for more people if I keep giving you blood," Dazai wheedled. "I'm willing and you won't have to do any weird things to get people…" he tucked his hair behind his ear and tried to look as winsome as possible, giving Chuuya his most seductive smile. "You can do all the weird things to me instead."
"I think I finally took too much blood from someone," Chuuya muttered, half to himself. "It's finally happened and it's made a human insane ." He scowled at Dazai and shoved him in the chest. "Do you know what it would even mean to be my personal donor?" he demanded. "Do you even have any idea of the implications?"
"You'll tell me, right?" Dazai asked, reaching forward while Chuuya was distracted to clasp his hands in his, sensing that Chuuya was turning to his way of thinking. "You can tell me everything while you take more blood."
"I can't talk and eat at the same time, idiot," Chuuya snorted, snatching his hands away again and swatting Dazai away. "Look, you need to eat first," he muttered, ears turning red and Dazai couldn't help but think about how cute it looked. " Then I'll bring you to someone who will tell you the absolute truth of just what the hell you're trying to get yourself into." He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "He and his….donor…" he grimaced, "are more annoying than you." It was clear that he didn't like this other vampire, but expected him in a grudging sort of way.
"No one is more annoying than me," Dazai protested and made a face. He hadn't meant to say that, but it earned a grin from Chuuya, so he would let his slip go. "So you will drink from me again? Pin me down?" he asked brightly.
" After you talk to that asshole if you still want to," he rubbed his forehead. He couldn't be getting a migraine, he couldn't , he was a vampire and powerful and some annoying beanpole of a human was going to make his head ache. "You are the weirdest damn human I've ever met, you know and I've been alive for a long time."
"So you're robbing the cradle with me?" Dazai edged closer again.
"I don't know," Chuuya said dryly, "Do you rob the cradle when you eat rare steak?" He leaned up on his toes to get as close to Dazai's face as his height would allow. "I haven't done anything to you but get a good meal," he paused and licked his lips, clearly thinking over some more options since Dazai hadn't run from him yet. "Yet."
Dazai was about to say more and was actually wanting to redirect them to the couch -- it wasn't that narrow-- when a knock sounded on the door and without any warning, it swung open and a man that Dazai knew quite well waltzed in, a taller man behind him, looking aggrieved at the blatantly rude behavior.
"Ranpo?" Dazai stared at him and then at the other man. He vaguely recalled him, always haunting Ranpo's weird bookshop that sold nothing but detective novels and mysteries, with him providing detective work on the side.
"You don't need me or Poe to convince Dazai to be with you," Ranpo said blandly, making Dazai blink at him in surprise. What had he missed about the other? "He'll do it, because he's weird like that and he won't bore you and you won't bore him and the city's going to be a nightmare with the two of you teamed up." He punctuated the statement with a loud crunch of the lollipop he had been eating.
"I didn't ask for your opinion…" Chuuya started, but Ranpo shook his head.
"You were going to," he said easily, unbothered by the scowl directed toward him. "Dazai was always going to fall into this world eventually and I know he wouldn't go for me. We're both too smart and he knew that Poe would either go into a manic rage or weep and Dazai is terrible with people who cry at him."
"Ranpo belongs to me," the other man--Poe--almost whispered. "He finally agreed."
Dazai looked between the two of them; for a moment actually unsure who was the vampire. Poe looked more typical, but he also looked like he wandered out of one of those gothic mystery novels that Ranpo enjoyed so much.
"Ranpo...how long have you been a vampire?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. He knew he was right when Ranpo just grinned at him and even Poe gave him a shy, pleased smile.
"Longer than you've been alive, Dazai," Ranpo surveyed him and Chuuya together. "Don't become a vampire too quickly, but don't take forever, either." He poked Dazai in the chest. "I know you and your moping about and all, but if you act like the moron I know you're actually not, then I'll have to turn you myself."
There was a faint rustling of cloth and he was pulled against Chuuya, the man's hands digging into his wrist and when he gleaned to the side, he was baring his teeth at Ranpo. "Don't even think about it," he hissed. "Dazai said he would belong to me and I'm not going to let some sugar-laced asshole take him because you were bored."
Ranpo just smirked and Dazai was bewildered, but not for too long. It sounded like this was going to be very pleasing indeed, especially when Chuuya looked so fierce and possessive. He hadn't ever been wanted before and well---if it had to be with a short, stunningly gorgeous vampire--then it was well worth the wait.