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The first thing Odasaku noticed was that Dazai’s long fingered hands were frigidly cold. Even the bandages were chilly as they touched his tanned skin. It was not exactly what he thought would happen that day. That is for damn sure. Well, perhaps it wasn’t what he was hoping would happen. When he woke up that morning, he thought it was just like any other day; for the most part that is. He did his morning routine; shit, shower, shave, the works. When he got to HQ, there was a different feeling in the air. It was as though it were lighter, everyone walking around with uncharacteristic smiles on their faces. While they were not uncomfortable looks, they were just different; not what Odasaku was used to. Either way he made his way to his superior. When he got to them, something definitely surprising had beat him to it.
“Odasaku!” Dazai Osamu, the youngest executive in the Port Mafia’s history and a harpy like young man, stood in the office instead of Odasaku’s immediate superior. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he was worried for the safety of the man or actually glad to see Dazai. Either way, he stepped forwards some. Dazai was seated upon the large desk, his long legs crossed. He was not wearing his usual long black jacket which only revealed his feminine like figure. He really was not a bulky man at all. Odasaku would be surprised if Dazai weighed more than 125 pounds.
“Hello Dazai.” Odasaku greeted. His voice was quiet. A part of the reason why Odasaku likened Dazai to a harpy was his rather sharp features and the way he chattered when he was around the red head. To be honest it was quite interesting to see how Dazai was with others. While he talked not stop with Odasaku, he was as silent as a mouse with others. Well, almost everyone else. He spoke a lot with Nakahara Chuuya; but Odasaku suspected that was because they were about the same age. If it wasn’t for that, he doubted Dazai would be so ready to talk with the shorter male simply from what he has heard himself.
“Odasaku! Did you really forget what day it is?” The younger male seemed offended as he walked over to stand right in front of Odasaku. That caused him to rack his brain. What day it was? What was he talking about? It took him a few seconds but then it hit him.
“Happy birthday Dazai.”
“That’s right! I’m 18 now!” Oh. For some reason that gave Odasaku pause and worry. 18. That made it seem as though Dazai would just become more mischievous than he already was. That’s what seemed to happen with each passing year.
“How does it feel to be 18?”
“Oh you are so funny!” That was something people mixed up with Odasaku. While Dazai thought he was joking, he was more than being serious. Oh well. There was a more pressing matter.
“What are you doing here?” ‘And what did you do with my superior’ went unsaid. Dazai’s eyes lit up at his question though.
“I got permission from Mori to take the day off,” Not that he needed permission anyways. Dazai would have just done it either way. “And I wanted to spend the day with you.” That was surprisingly…kind of Dazai to say such a thing. It made Odasaku’s heart beat quicker for a moment. That would explain where his superior went though. Dazai probably told him to take the day off as well.
So that was how Odasaku found himself being pulled along by Dazai on that summer day. It was warm, obviously part of the reason why Dazai forwent the giant jacket that Mori gave him when he became an executive.
Odasaku found out that Dazai was very fond of little animals. It was quite the contradiction to the scary mafia executive. They spent most of the day sitting at the local park watching little ducklings and squirrels and stray cats like some old couple. Not that Odasaku minded. Perhaps the only person he would admit his feelings to was the one he held them for. Once Dazai seemed to have enough of the park, the sun was beginning to set, casting the entire city in a warm orange glow. As they started to walk home, Mori called Dazai, telling him to come back to headquarters for a while. So Dazai had Odasaku walk him there. The walk was uneventful for the most part. Only when they got onto the elevator up to the top floor did things start to happen.
They were well above the city, perhaps just a couple of floors away from Mori’s office, when the elevator came to a shuttering halt. Odasaku found it odd considering how advanced the building was. But even the nicest computer has its hiccups. So the two of them would just have to wait it out. However he should have heeded his own warning from earlier. Dazai was indeed more mischievous than the year before. In the light of the setting sun, Dazai moved some. Odasaku had to glance down some considering he was taller than the young brunette. There was a flush upon Dazai soft bandaged cheeks. He looked…he looked infatuated which only caused Odasaku’s stomach to turn in the best way possible.
“Odasaku.” It was a whisper. Not the whisper Dazai used around his men. No, this whisper was soft, not because he was doing it on purpose; but because his voice could not contain something. What it could not contain was quickly shown to Odasaku for Dazai pushed himself up onto his tip toes once he was chest to chest with the older male. With those rather pretty hands resting on Odasaku’s chest, Dazai pressed his lips against his. There was nothing intense about it at first. It was just a simple lip peck at best. He found that odd. For someone as intense as Dazai, Odasaku expected for him to kiss just like he lived. But this was soft and sweet for the most part.
Odasaku could not exactly stop his own hand from reaching up and cupping the side of Dazai’s neck. His thumb rubbed circles into Dazai’s skin as they shared the sweet kiss. When they pulled away Odasaku opened his eyes, seeing that Dazai’s were closed and his full lips were parted. “Dazai.” He said. That single word held many things. It was a question. It was a confirmation. It was assurance and their story together.
It seemed as though Dazai understood as well because he nodded. Plus, he pulled Odasaku’s free hand and pressed it into the middle of his thinner chest. “Please, touch me.” This side of Dazai was foreign, even to Odasaku who knew Dazai did not open up to many. This was a fragile side of Dazai, a side that was vulnerable and seemed to care and love. Perhaps Odasaku’s feelings were not so futile as he first thought.
He would not deny what the birthday boy wanted. So his larger hands began to unbutton Dazai’s shirt, continuing the kiss they paused all the while. Odasaku was not a fool though. Dazai asked to be touched, yes. But he knew that Dazai rarely was ever touched. He would not overstep the gift he had been giving upon the confirmation he could even physically touch the executive. So he unbuttoned the black shirt but did little more than that. Dazai’s thin chest was bandaged anyways. So instead he simply pushed Dazai back towards the glass wall, his larger hands gripping Dazai’s small ribs. They kissed and they kissed and they kissed. At some point Dazai guided Odasaku’s head down with his hand, demanding Odasaku to kiss the skin on his neck; though there was not much. However, as he had pondered previously, it was an incredible privilege he had been given. So Odasaku kissed the bandages like the softest silk, like a most precious jewel. The movements had an immediate effect on Dazai because his shivers were nearly uncontrollable. Odasaku even had to grip the back of Dazai’s lean legs and wrap them around his waist for the brunette would have collapsed otherwise.
The entire time they could not let go of each other, the light of the setting sun bathed them. Before long though, the cities was shining like the stars above it; the sky going an inky black.
“Odasaku.” The two of them were speaking whole novels through just their names being whispered in the heat of their coupling which was soon to come. Odasaku understood and they did just that. Unlike the kiss that they first shared, when he started to work Dazai open, he found that the brunette had touched himself in the past. That he was not particularly surprised about. Odasaku was a teen. For the most part, teen’s sex drives were crazy; for the most part. Plus he was always around the rather piggish men of the mafia. He would have picked up a thing or two. Though that did not detract from the pain he experienced when Odasaku finally entered him. Fingers were one thing, an actually cock was another. However, the long arms that wrapped around Odasaku’s neck and the tuft of brown hair that pushed itself into his neck told him everything was alright. It told him that he could continue, that they could continue.
He did that. Odasaku noted that the hands that brushed the hair on the back of his neck were chilly, unnaturally so; especially during the summer. It was just something else that he loved about Dazai though.
“Odasaku.” He felt like he was about to hit his peak, Dazai seemingly about there as well. As he expected, when he came, Dazai did as well. The post orgasmic bliss was perhaps the most peaceful Odasaku had ever felt. Really the sex had been the most gentle he had ever experienced.
That was so fitting for Dazai though. The mafia executive tried to put up this front when really he did not want to fight or to hurt people. Odasaku could see it and he loved Dazai for it.
“Odasaku. Can we just stay here for a second?” Dazai soft, post sex voice whispered into the skin of Odasaku’s neck. The red head could only nod.