#one of the prompts is sick or injured so now we have a whiny mackerel who can't chase his chibi down for kisses. poor thing~

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #22

A snippet of Dazai's birthday fic for bsd fluff week~

“Oi!” came the harsh growl from above him, an unusual place to be hearing such a familiar voice. “If you don’t want me to kick your ass, then stop thinking shitty things!”

“Chuuya!” Dazai peered up at his chibi boyfriend, sure to pucker his lips into the most pathetic pout he could muster. “You would hurt an injured man?”

Chuuya's jaw tightened, and his lip curled to reveal the clench of his teeth. Like a dog ready to bite, Dazai would have said if Chuuya’s pleasant snarl hadn’t interrupted him. “If it got you to stop thinking shitty things, I’d break your other leg!”

Dazai gasped, betrayed, scandalized. He reached a hand up to slide his fingers into the hank of hair that cascaded along Chuuya’s shoulder like a ridiculous orange waterfall. He tangled the strands around his knuckles and tugged, gently, gingerly, until Chuuya began to cave under the request to bend.

“Even on my birthday?”

Chuuya’s eyes softened, their amber shade warm like whiskey in Dazai’s veins, and he leaned over Dazai more. He braced one hand on the back of the couch, and the other reached down to cradle Dazai’s jaw in the cup of his palm. His lips brushed Dazai’s, a sweet imitation of a kiss that left Dazai starving for more. Hungry, hungry, desperately craving that which he could only drink from Chuuya's wicked mouth. He whined for it, soft, sweet. Innocently pleading for a clemency that he would never truly deserve.

Merciful, Chuuya returned to sate his craving, still more breath than kiss, and Dazai could almost taste the confident upturn of his lips. “Stop thinking shitty things, dumbass,” he murmured between them, sighing poisonous affection between Dazai’s waiting lips before he detoured completely. He released Dazai’s jaw so that he could push back Dazai’s bangs and leave a kiss to his forehead.

“Chuuya!” Dazai wailed, bereft, and twisted to watch Chuuya’s receding form. His injured leg twinged, and he hissed at the irritating reminder of his unwilling confinement to the couch. “Why’s chibi so mean to me on my birthday!? What have I done to deserve such a cruel partner who won’t even give me a kiss?”

“Need I remind you about the fucking cupcake mess you made on my birthday?” Chuuya glared over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in warning. “The mess that I had to clean up?”

Dazai grumbled and turned away, letting his body collapse once again onto the soft cushions. Chuuya brought up the cupcake fiasco so often that Dazai couldn’t forget about it even if he tried. From what Dazai remembered, Chuuya had liked the wine-flavored icing, so couldn’t the rest of Dazai’s baking-related crimes be forgiven?