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chase forever down 9/31

When Atsushi stepped out of the bathroom in his small dormitory apartment, Akutagawa was standing just on the other side of the open door.

Atsushi wasn’t particularly proud of the noise he made, nor the fact that he jumped a solid three feet straight in the air; fortunately it was still early enough in the day that few if any of his coworkers were also home to bang on the walls in aggravation at the disturbance.

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“What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?” Atsushi managed, one hand braced on the wall and the other pulled tight in the front of his shirt, staring in disbelief at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa tilted his head. “I had no idea you could reach that pitch.”

“What are you doing here? Why are you—how are you inside—?” Atsushi turned; the front door was still locked. Akutagawa inclined his head back toward the traditional window, which was sitting open, and Atsushi let out a loud noise of aggravation.

“KNOCK! LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”

Akutagawa stepped aside when Atsushi stormed to the window, planting his palms inside the frame and looking around. Then he looked back at Akutagawa, and a few Rashomon tendrils waved from his coat. Atsushi hung his head. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you just, I don’t know, text?”

“I don’t need to feed,” Akutagawa said. They had met up just yesterday, but the meeting had been very quick, just long enough for Akutagawa to take some blood before they went their separate ways. “You live here?”

“With Kyouka-chan,” Atsushi said, and Akutagawa’s mouth twisted into a more neutral expression. “If you didn’t need to feed, why didn’t you just call? You can text things other than addresses, you know.”

Akutagawa didn’t answer him at first, lingering where he stood and watching Atsushi with that same neutral expression. Something about it felt off, and Atsushi wasn’t certain what it was, but it was raising the hairs on the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

The question finally cracked the neutral expression, as Akutagawa clearly didn’t expect it. He blinked in surprise; abruptly, his eyes softened. Atsushi was even more weirded out. “I just…wanted to see you, weretiger.”

“See me? I’m right here.” Atsushi didn’t move away from the window, but Akutagawa crossed the room to him, barefoot on the tatami, and, ever so gently, touched Atsushi’s face. Akutagawa’s thumb was a little rough, brushing over his cheek, and Atsushi sighed, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth when Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him. “You’re horny,” Atsushi said against his mouth, and Akutagawa scowled, drawing back slightly.

“I know myself better than that.”

“Do you?” Atsushi put both his hands against Akutagawa’s chest, their noses almost touching. “Will you be hard, if I touch you right now?”

It was very satisfying when color flooded Akutagawa’s cheeks. His scowl deepened. “That has nothing to do with—” Atsushi halted him by kissing him again, which was immensely fun, and Akutagawa hummed angrily against his mouth.

“You came all this way to get a piece of my ass,” Atsushi said, now delighted with this information. Akutagawa’s flush deepened in anger; he made to shove Atsushi away, but Atsushi had both his hands in the front of Akutagawa’s coat now. “You don’t need to feed, you just need to get laid.”

“You are making fun of me.”

“Little bit.” Atsushi smirked at him, and Akutagawa glowered for a moment before looking away, sullen. He kept hold of Akutagawa, leaned in close, and said, “Kyouka-chan is on a girls’ shopping trip with Naomi-chan and Yosano-san; we have a couple of hours before they’ll be back…”

“Who is the one here looking to get laid, weretiger?” Akutagawa caught his hands by the wrists and tugged them from his coat, holding them spread apart. “You get a taste and you think you’re unstoppable, is that it?”

“Why are you here, then?” Atsushi challenged him. “You don’t need to feed and you don’t want to fuck, then what is it?”

They glared at each other, faces still close; from outside the open window the barest snatches of conversation drifted past; Dazai’s sing-song voice easily identifiable and clearly up to the business of Bothering Someone. Akutagawa’s face froze in place at his voice, and Atsushi leaned in ever closer and said, “you want to get fucked where Dazai-san might hear you, is that it?”

Atsushi was usually quicker than Rashomon, but Akutagawa also didn’t usually have him by the wrists. He yelped and yanked his head to the side as the bladed tendril whiffed by where he was a split second earlier, slicing his cheek enough to draw a thin line of blood. “Hey!”

“Never say that again.”

He yanked himself free and smeared the blood on his cheek with his thumb. “Well, that clearly struck a nerve.”

Akutagawa was fuming, standing in place and almost vibrating with rage, Rashomon roiling along his shoulders and down his back. Atsushi didn’t back down, arms folded as he glanced down between them. “If you weren’t hard before, you definitely are now,” he said, noting the bulge straining Akutagawa’s pants, and this time stayed perfectly still as a host of Rashomon tendrils blasted past and thudded into the wall behind him, just shy of the window. “Don’t fuck up my apartment.”

“You dare,” Akutagawa breathed, shoulders shaking.

Atsushi chewed on his bottom lip and stared at Akutagawa. Things were clicking into place, suddenly, and damn his sense of self-preservation.

“You want him to hear, don’t you?” Atsushi was musing now, less intent on riling him up further than unraveling this thread. “You want him to know that you’re enjoying yourself, that you don’t need…” his eyes widened, and when he looked up he realized that Akutagawa’s eyes had widened as well, the anger dripping off him to reveal something else entirely; something scared, vulnerable.

“Did Dazai-san fuck you?”

For a split second, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. Akutagawa’s eyes flared red. “NO!”

“Your voice thing doesn’t work on me.”

“I am not doing my voice thing—” Akutagawa lunged at him and Atsushi wasn’t prepared for that, Akutagawa got his hand in the front of Atsushi’s shirt and they went to the floor together, Akutagawa still snarling mad. “I never let him fuck me, weretiger, don’t you fucking dare assume—!”

“But you wanted him to!” Atsushi’s voice rose to match his, palm pushing against Akutagawa’s face, attempting to dislodge him. “I don’t give a fuck if you wanted him to or even if you did, but you’re acting like a fucking lunatic right now—!”

“The only thing I want,” Akutagawa growled, both of his hands curled in the collar of Atsushi’s shirt, holding him up off the floor, “is you.”

Atsushi froze, chest heaving. Akutagawa was coiled over him, coat spilling over the tatami, and he hung his head, eyes squeezed closed and refusing to look at Atsushi; as if he were afraid to see Atsushi’s reaction. Atsushi wet his lips, and reached out toward Akutagawa’s face again—but before he could make contact, there was a knock at the door.

“Atsushi-kun?” Dazai’s voice, normal, serious. Atsushi turned his head toward the door; after a moment, without prompting, Akutagawa slid off him, and Atsushi hoisted unsteadily to his feet. He glanced at Akutagawa, who stood with his head still down—and then crossed the room to the door.

“Sorry, Dazai-san,” Atsushi said, cracking the door. “I was a little busy. What’s wrong?”

It was only Dazai standing outside his door; Atsushi had been afraid for a moment that Kunikida would be with him. Dazai looked over Atsushi’s shoulder and it took every ounce of effort for Atsushi not to glance back and see if Akutagawa was standing in Dazai’s line of sight.

“I was just making certain you were okay, Atsushi-kun. Things seemed like they were getting a little…loud.”

“Yeah,” Atsushi said, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “It’s fine. I’m, I’m fine. Just…had the television up too loud.” He laughed, which made it sound even worse.

Dazai gave him a long, scrutinizing look. “Okay,” he said, and then his voice switched to cheery, about to cause problems on purpose mode. “If you need anything you know where to find me!”

“Yes, thank you, Dazai-san,” Atsushi said. Once he saw Dazai off he closed the door, hanging his head for a moment and exhaling.

When he turned around, Akutagawa was gone.

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For good or ill, Atsushi definitely had Akutagawa’s scent memorized by now, and while he couldn’t easily track someone like a hound dog it wasn’t hard to follow Akutagawa. He popped up over the edge of a roof and crouched on the lip, to find Akutagawa standing on the opposite side of the roof, his back toward Atsushi, arms folded and shoulders stiff.

Without rising from his crouch, Atsushi said, “you left your phone. Guess it fell out of your pocket.” He held up Akutagawa’s phone in his hand, and Rashomon darted back and snatched it from him, all without Akutagawa turning in his direction. He said nothing in response but did tilt his head to the side.

Atsushi sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you freak out; I crossed a line.”

Akutagawa’s voice was strained in a way he’d never heard before. “My relationship with Dazai-san is more complicated than you will ever understand, weretiger.”

“Tell me about it.” He rose from his crouch and shuffled slightly onto the roof itself, some loose gravel crunching under his boots. “I just thought you’d, you know, enjoy it. Get off on the thrill, or something.” He shrugged, loosely, and Akutagawa exhaled a bitter chuckle. “Why did you come to see me today?”

Akutagawa still didn’t move, and Atsushi ventured a few steps closer. “Because I did want to see you. Why is that truly so hard for you to grasp?”

“Because you don’t do things like that.” Atsushi was close enough now, without any violence from Rashomon, so he hopped up onto the ledge beside Akutagawa and sat, kicking his heels over the side of the building. “I mean, this thing between us is weird, right? We’re going out, but you use me as a walking blood bank. And we try to kill each other, on average, at least once a week. The script keeps changing on me, no wonder I can’t keep up with it.”

When he glanced up at Akutagawa, it was to see his jaw clenched. A muscle slid in his jaw and he was focused on something in the distance, but Atsushi didn’t take his eyes off Akutagawa’s expression. “I have become remarkably fond of you in a very short amount of time,” Akutagawa said, finally. “It is…distressing.”

“That’s one word for it,” Atsushi said and blinked in surprise when Akutagawa, too, sat down.

Akutagawa looked at his hands, laying in his lap. “I was already a monster before I became this,” he said. “I am an aberration, something that is not meant to walk among men as if I was one still.” Atsushi watched him quietly, and Akutagawa cocked his head, looking back out over the city. “And yet you approach me with something less than fear. Even knowing my true nature, you offer yourself to me without guile, not even seeking recompense. I don’t understand you.”

“That’s because I don’t care what you are,” Atsushi said. “I care who you are. My friends are important to me, and yes, I considered you one even before this.” Atsushi tilted his head and wobbled his hand. “Well, I considered you something. I cared about whether you lived or died, at least.”

Akutagawa exhaled a small noise of amusement and looked over at him finally. “Your heart is so pure, and yet you want to give it to me.”

Atsushi snorted. “You haven’t seen my dreams lately, nothing pure about what I’ve thought about doing to you.”

There was a moment of horrified silence, because Atsushi hadn’t meant to say any of that, and he clapped his hand over his mouth, blushing bright red. Finally, Akutagawa laughed properly and covered his own mouth because he seemed to forget himself. “Oh,” he said, slyly. “Like what kind of things?”

Atsushi’s ears were hot, he looked away, blush nearly incandescent on his face. “Well, it’s not like it’s super kinky or anything,” he said.

“No surprise there.”

He whirled, glaring at Akutagawa, arms folded across his chest. “Hey!”

“Please, weretiger, continue.” Akutagawa’s amusement was open, and this made Atsushi feel better, too; like he hadn’t horribly screwed things up being an idiot as usual. He sighed, and rubbed his nose, still blushing furiously.

“The other night I had a dream where I was fucking you against the wall,” he said. “You had both your legs up over my hips and all, I was literally the only thing holding you up and it was—” he swallowed, the dream rushing in his ears, and couldn’t think of a way to describe it. “I had to wash my futon again.”

Akutagawa wet his lips, leaned over on one hand, and stared at Atsushi. “You messed your futon?”

“It was a really good dream,” Atsushi muttered. He looked up at Akutagawa again, who was very clearly sizing him up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“For someone who can be so sharp, it is incredible how your other edge is dull to the point of obliviousness.”

It took a moment, properly illustrating Akutagawa’s point.

Atsushi looked around and waved both hands, palm up, at Akutagawa. “Wait,” he said. “Wait, wait, wait, you don’t mean to—we’re outside!”

“On the roof of the tallest building in several blocks.” He inclined his head back toward the rooftop access, which provided a shielded lee, eyebrow raised. “Unless you aren’t interested in making your dreams a reality today?”

Atsushi dragged both of his hands down his face, blushing entirely too hard. He peeked through his fingers at Akutagawa, smirking away, and groaned. “That’s not fair.”

“What a shame, and here I thought you’d be up to the task.”

Atsushi leaned on his hand and grabbed Akutagawa by the cravat with the other, yanking him in close. “If we get arrested I’m going to kill you,” he hissed, and kissed him.

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Atsushi was properly nervous that they could be seen or otherwise caught—but only for a few minutes, because then Akutagawa was out of his pants and Atsushi was kneeling in front of him, eye level with his cock, and everything else was forgotten. He stroked Akutagawa slowly, amazed at how sticky-slick his cock already was, and then had a thought.

“Don’t you need lube?” he asked, hand on Akutagawa’s thigh. “How am I gonna get it in—?”

“Let me worry about that,” Akutagawa hummed, tugging Atsushi up by his necktie. Atsushi relented, kissing Akutagawa, and Akutagawa helped loosen his pants on his hips, unbuckling his belt and freeing Atsushi from his underwear. Atsushi shuddered at Akutagawa’s fingers, working delicately—but then Akutagawa nosed down his neck and bit him.

The rush of pleasure was heady and helped speed him along the way to fully hard. Atsushi gasped slightly when Akutagawa disengaged—it had been but a brief taste. “There,” Akutagawa murmured, shifting his weight to one leg and sliding the other up Atsushi’s side. “Come on then, weretiger. Fuck me.”

Atsushi, inhibitions lowered, didn’t even think about further prep. Stripes and fur ran up both his arms as he hoisted Akutagawa against him, and Akutagawa let off a shudder of surprise when Atsushi’s furred hands gripped his bare skin. “Oh,” Akutagawa groaned, as Atsushi slid his cock against him, looking for purchase.

Then the head of his cock caught Akutagawa’s rim and forced in.

Akutagawa keened, shoulders back against the wall of the rooftop access and knees pressed into Atsushi’s sides. Atsushi held him there effortlessly, just barely on his cock, and Akutagawa panted, his hands pressed flat to Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi’s eyes had gone to glittering gold, staring up at Akutagawa; he didn’t realize it, but fur was starting to creep down the sides of his face as well. Akutagawa licked his lips and groaned hoarsely, about to say something dry and probably sarcastic, so Atsushi took the words directly out of his mouth by letting gravity interfere and releasing Akutagawa to sink down the rest of the way on his dick.

“FUCK,” Akutagawa wasn’t yelling, but he definitely moved away from an indoor voice; Atsushi imagined his cock had punched the word right out of Akutagawa’s lungs. He held Akutagawa still and let him squirm, adjusting the angle as necessary, and when Akutagawa’s bony knees were no longer leaving impressions on his hips, Atsushi leaned in and really started to move.

And, okay, yeah, this was definitely better than his dream.

He shifted his weight, claws leaving bright red streaks of blood welling up along Akutagawa’s skin, it streaked along his skin and stained drops into his fur. Atsushi licked the back of his hand clean, fucking hard into Akutagawa, and Akutagawa’s head went back, nearly impacting with the wall as his shoulders did.

“Careful,” Atsushi growled, voice gone to gravel, and Akutagawa twisted Atsushi’s tie in his hand, hissing “harder.”

Atsushi returned his hand to Akutagawa’s side, gripping tight, and proceeded to fuck Akutagawa stupid.

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Akutagawa lay on his side, head pillowed in Atsushi’s lap and his coat covering him almost completely. Atsushi had considerately pulled his pants up first, and let Akutagawa doze against him, hand on his back as he watched the shadows grow long across the city.

He must have dozed off slightly himself because he awoke to Akutagawa faintly tracing the inseam of his trouser leg with his finger. Akutagawa seemed to sense that he was awake now, because he said, “there is a vein that runs…here. It is quite delicious.”

“Oh yeah?” Atsushi said, carding his fingers through Akutagawa’s coarse hair. Akutagawa rolled his head and Atsushi stopped—then offered his wrist. Akutagawa bit without hesitation, and Atsushi shuddered as well, the soft trill of pleasure not waking his cock this time, but leaving him still warm and sated.

Akutagawa sighed, licked his lips, and closed his eyes again. Then, a smirk tugged across his features. “Well, then. What other dreams have you had about me, weretiger?”

Atsushi leaned over Akutagawa, brushed his hair off his ear, and began to softly describe them.

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chase forever down 30/31

It was getting late, and Atsushi sat on the edge of the building, kicking his feet off the ledge beneath and eating a sandwich he’d picked up at a local convenience mart. The job had gone late again tonight, which, you know, happened in his line of work and he wasn’t expected home, so he found a nice quiet place to eat where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

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It was nice, to just sit here and look over the city at dusk. Home. Yosano had invited him along for drinks with her and Ranpo and Kunikida, but he’d declined. Everyone had been fussing over him like a worried hen for the past few weeks, even without knowing the true cause of his absence, and while it was amazing to be so appreciated, he needed a bit of a break.

Atsushi tilted his head at the soft hush of ruffled clothing, and then he smiled faintly, having sensed his presence a few blocks off. “I thought you weren’t going to be home until Monday,” he said, as Akutagawa hopped up on the ledge beside him before very casually dropping into a seated position as well. “If you had texted, I would’ve come straight home.”

Akutagawa let out a long, exhausted exhale and tilted his head. Atsushi looked over at him; Akutagawa was dressed as he often was, in that tattered overcoat and his favorite cravat. He caught Atsushi’s eye and chuckled softly. “Just released,” he said, putting his legs out straight for a moment before dangling them over the side, the same as Atsushi’s. “We’ve been back in town since earlier in the day, but Chuuya finally chased everyone out of the office. Said he had important things to do.”

“Funny that, Dazai-san cut out of work early today, said he had important shit to get done.”

Their eyes met again, and they both smiled. Atsushi finished off his sandwich in a few swallows, wiping his hand over his mouth and realizing after he’d already finished that he really should have at least offered a bite. He leaned on his hand, cheeks flushing, and Akutagawa’s hand crept over to his, entwining their fingers as they looked out over the twilight city.

The breeze up here was chilly, catching on Atsushi’s hair and tousling it. Autumn was fast on its heels, chasing out the heat of the long summer. He sighed and looked over at Akutagawa again, catching the way he was being watched out of the corner of his eye. “Hungry?” Atsushi asked, teasing, and Akutagawa’s eyes glimmered a familiar red.

“For you? Always.” Akutagawa turned Atsushi’s hand over, rubbing his thumb over his wrist—but Atsushi stopped him, loosening his tie with his other hand. Akutagawa’s eyebrows lifted as Atsushi pulled open the collar of his shirt, but he clearly wasn’t about to say no to such a direct invitation.

Akutagawa kissed Atsushi’s neck, finding the spot where his pulse beat hottest and sinking his fangs directly into the vein. Atsushi’s mouth opened slightly, and he pushed his fingers through Akutagawa’s hair, curling at the base of his skull and holding tight.

Familiar warmth spread through his veins, leaving his limbs tingling; and Atsushi didn’t even object to being manhandled. He let Akutagawa drag him about like a ragdoll, pulling him off his seat on the ledge and down onto the roof proper. Atsushi’s head hit the pitch and he arched his back as Akutagawa climbed up his body, sinking his fangs into Atsushi’s neck again, this time on the other side.

“Missed you,” Akutagawa said into his skin, kissing around where he drew blood, licking clean from Atsushi’s skin anything that escaped. “I thought about you every time I closed my eyes, weretiger.” He pushed his palm over Atsushi’s pants, looking for the bulge he knew he’d find. “I thought about you touching yourself in my bed, alone…”

“Our bed,” Atsushi murmured, one hand thrown over his eyes, blocking out the large, luminous moon overhead. He arched again as Akutagawa slid his hand into Atsushi’s pants finally. “Ah, Ryuunosuke—”

There was something about it like this; under the cold, unforgiving light of the moon; Akutagawa’s hand wrapped around him and stroked slowly. Atsushi got his hands in Akutagawa’s coat, pulling himself up, slightly dizzy from the blood loss. Akutagawa wet his lips and kissed him.

Atsushi hissed against his mouth, Akutagawa’s thumb pressing over the head of his cock, thumbnail digging into the slit. “Our agreement,” Atsushi groaned, because they’d discussed this, the sex in places they could be discovered thing, but that only worked if Akutagawa could manage to keep his hands out of Atsushi’s pants for ten consecutive minutes.

Akutagawa’s eyes were still red, as stark and bright as the blood gathered in the corners of his mouth. “I need to see you climax in the moonlight,” he murmured, and Atsushi moaned, then stifled the next one with the back of his hand. “Then,” he added idly, dancing his other fingers over the v of skin exposed by Atsushi’s open pants, “we shall adjourn to the nearest hotel and you will fuck me so thoroughly I’ll have trouble walking home in the morning.”

Atsushi’s knees were trying to come together, and he held on tight to the front lapel of Akutagawa’s coat. “Deal,” he hissed, and the smirk grew on Akutagawa’s face as he began to stroke Atsushi with more force, fingers tight around his length. It didn’t take long, it never did with Akutagawa’s venom in his veins, and Atsushi’s head went back, gasping, as he found the edge and tilted right over.

Rashomon, smoothly, rippled from Akutagawa’s coat. The small dragon head wrapped around the head of Atsushi’s cock and contained the mess with instant ease. Atsushi let loose a full-body shudder, both palms pressed to his eyes, and Akutagawa gently tugged one away so they could make eye contact.

“So much better than when I do it myself,” Atsushi muttered. “Alone, in our bed.”

Akutagawa snorted a laugh and leaned in to kiss him.

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“Ah, Atsushi-kun,” Dazai said, looking entirely too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for a Thursday morning, “you look like you had a busy night!”

Atsushi lifted his head from his desk and looked over at Dazai, scrolling through a long list of inappropriate responses and selecting one before he truly thought it through. “Dazai-san, are you the ‘important thing’ or are you the ‘to do?’”

Dazai blinked.

Atsushi sat up and stretched his arms over his head, and then stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. His shirt was a little wrinkled today, but he didn’t think it was particularly noticeable as he’d come in to work far more ragged than this, at least. Still, he hadn’t intended to come to work straight from the hotel, shower or not.

Akutagawa joining him in the shower, arms over Atsushi’s shoulders as they kissed under the unending stream of hot water…

Atsushi put his chin in his hand and smiled goofily, staring off into the distance.

Kyouka had left a little while earlier, with Koro-chan on a leash, and Kunikida was standing at Ranpo’s desk, hands on his hips and back to them as he discussed something. Dazai leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed; with a peculiar note to his voice said, “Atsushi-kun, you should handle the rest of my paperwork today.”

The words seemed to weigh more, but all the same, they rolled off Atsushi like anything else Dazai said. Atsushi tilted his head, recognized the resonance in his voice, and shook his head. “Sorry, Dazai-san. I have plenty of work to handle today, I think you can take care of your own filing.”

Dazai’s eyes opened.

He looked over at Atsushi, who had finally opened his laptop to boot it up; and then he leaned over and said in a much lower tone of voice, “I thought I told you not to swallow any, Atsushi-kun.”

Atsushi, eyes on his laptop, said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dazai-san.”

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Akutagawa was lying on the couch in his dress-down clothes and watching the show he’d gotten invested in but wouldn’t admit to under pain of death when Atsushi got home. Atsushi snickered to himself in amusement when he heard the channel quickly change as he took his shoes off. “Few days off, then?” he asked as he walked into the main room.

“Vampire hunters in town again, apparently.” Akutagawa lifted his feet to allow Atsushi space to sit on the couch and then draped his legs over Atsushi’s lap. “I feel that I am being lied to in order to keep me out of something.”

“Chuuya-san is usually pretty direct with you though, right?” Atsushi scratched his nose. “It’s not like you have a history of going rogue for no reason, or anything. Ow.” Akutagawa lifted his heel and dropped it into Atsushi’s thigh again. “Maybe there are really vampire hunters sniffing around, it’s not like I have my ear to the ground about things like that.”

Akutagawa grunted in response. “Dazai-san would know.”

“Like Dazai-san will tell me anything. If there are vampire hunters around, he’d probably trick us into raiding their hide-out and taking care of it, like that wouldn’t bring in a ton more chasing glory to avenge their fellows.” Akutagawa grunted again but didn’t dig his heel into Atsushi’s thigh. “I did run across that other vampire while you were gone, Martin-san. He didn’t mention anything about vampire hunters, either.”

Akutagawa lifted his head. “You saw the other vampire?”

“Yeah, ran into him while Kyouka-chan and I were walking the dog. It was…weird. He’s a bit strange, don’t you think?”

Akutagawa frowned, dropped his head back down to the armrest, and folded his arms. “I don’t like that. You’re mine.” He didn’t even flinch when Atsushi smacked the sole of his foot. “Stay away from other vampires.”

“Yes, my ever-jealous master,” Atsushi said dutifully, rolling his eyes. He tilted his head and avoided the single Rashomon tendril that flung at his head, smacking into the back of the couch and not even penetrating the cushion. Atsushi patted Akutagawa’s legs in his lap. “You’re the only creature of the night for me.”

He yelped when Akutagawa sat up enough to grab him by his tie, yanking him down so that he flopped, sidelong, over Akutagawa’s chest. He thumped his head into Akutagawa’s shoulder as his arms wrapped tight around Atsushi. “Mine,” Akutagawa rumbled possessively, and Atsushi wriggled his arms free so that he could wrap them around Akutagawa as well.

“Yours,” he said into the loose fabric of Akutagawa’s shirt and closed his eyes, content.

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