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“mmnghh… Chuu…” Dazai mumbles, stretching across his dirty bed littered in trash with the unwashed covers thrown hslf off the mattress.
“what??” Chuuya scowls, sitting lazily on the beanbag in the corner of Dazai’s room. Dazai’s room isnt the cleanest, the floor is covered in junk varing from uncompleted, crumpled homework to empty bottles of alcohol and cigarette packets. The walls are cracking from the dark grey paint — Dazai often chips off the paint in fits of anger — and a few posters are plastered over the walls, presenting pictures from bands Dazai enjoys.
“mm..” Dazai begins, “I.. miss you..”
“i’m right here, you fuckin idiot.” Chuuya scowls, watching as Dazai rolls around on his bed, moaning stupidly like a drunken idiot.
“well come over here thennn..”
Chuuya groans, and stands up, sitting down in the grimy bed belonging to none other than Dazai. The redhead watches as Dazai shifts and leans against Chuuya, smiling idiotically. He threads his fingers through the bandage boy’s soft hair as Dazai makes another moaning noise. It’s cute how vulnerable and clueless Dazai is when he’s like this.
Both boys will be home alone for a while, Dazai’s father — Mori Ougai — works at some top secret high end job which requires constantly being at work, leaving Dazai alone to do as he pleases, including getting drunk and bringing whoever he wants home. Chuuya is sure Dazai’s father works in some illegal place, everything about Dazai and his life is just sketchy, he always brings Chuuya into these weird backalley places and nonone there bats an eye over it. Dazai always has alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, etc, on him. strange.
Dazai half heartedly reaches out across his bed and feels around until he grabs reach of a box of cigarettes, rolling on up then reaching out his other hand and moaning until Chuuya hands the bandaged boy a lighter. He lights the cigarette up, taking it out after to puff out smoke right into Chuuya face, making the redhead cough.
“jesus, can you not exhale that shit in my face next time!?” Chuuya splutters, pushing Dazai’s head back as Dazai begins to whine and pout.
“Chuuyaaaa.. hic..” Dazai whines, clinging onto the redhead drunkenly, cigarette in his hand.
“get off me you fucking mackerel..” Chuuya scowls, grabbing Dazai by the wrists to push bandaged boy off.
Dazai pouts, sitting up beside Chuuya and tapping the cigarette butt off into his lap, “hm.. i don’t even like Chibi anyways.”
“bullshit. and don’t fuckin call me that!” Chuuya pulls Dazai’s hair teasingly, his face turning a shade of red in slight embarrassment for being called such a nickname by Dazai.
Tossing the used cigarette onto his dirtied floor, Dazai climbs onto Chuuya, laying his stomach against the redhead as both both begin the blush.
“w..what are you doing??” Chuuya stutters, his beautiful cheeks painted a crimson red after looking at the sight of Dazai laying on him like that, “you’re drunk out your mind”
Dazai hiccups, leaning his head into Chuuya’s chest, “i’m not.. drunk.. hichm..”
Chuuya bites his lip at the sound of Dazai’s adorable hiccupping, “you’re horribly at lying when you’re flustered.” he smiles.
The bandaged boy lifts his head up, brushing lips with Chuuya, making the redhead let out an involuntary moan of some sort.
“Chibi sounds so cute. making those noises.” Dazai grins, leaning his head against Chuuya’s cheek. He won’t remember any of this in the morning, he’s too drunk, “i wanna kiss Chuuya. alot.”
“i… what?” Chuuya’s bright red, lip quivering and feeling light headed. is this what love feels? in the gross bedroom belonging to the shady boy you’ve befriended, he’s drunk and ontop of you, confessing his want to kiss you.
Chuuya leans forward and the boys lips meet, Dazai reeks of alcohol, nicotine and.. blood? well never mind that, the point is they’re kissing, and Chuuya has realised he’s downright gay for Dazai.
Dazai moans, nuzzling his head against Chuuya’s neck and the redhead blushes profoundly.
“q..quit that. you stink, too, like a real mackerel.” Chuuya flicks Dazai’s forehead, yet also smiles, still trying to dent his feelings though.
In response, Dazai drools.
“g-gross! you’re fuckin disgusting.” Chuuya scrunches up his nose, tugging at Dazai’s hair as the drunken boy stares into distance making a few small noises.
“awh.. Chuuya..” Dazai mumbles, pushing his head up against Chuuya’s soft cheek.
hic
“quit that” Chuuya says, referring to Dazai hiccupping.
“can’t help it. i’ve been drinking.” Dazai struggles.
“geeh, thanks, captain obvious. i couldn’t tell that from the fact you’ve been chugging bottles down since we got here, could i?”
“mmmm…. no.”
i can’t believe i fucking kissed this guy. and that i enjoyed it.
“ooiii… sluugggg…” Dazai whines, poking Chuuya’s cheek, then sloppily pressing his lips against them.
“if you were weren’t drunk right now i’d fuckin bash your head in” Chuuya’s face turns a bright shade if red as he grits his teeth, secretly enjoying this drunk, clingy Dazai.