After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The layers of mist floating above the hot spring made the already unclear rationality of the people present even more hazy.

When the hot spring water evaporated, it also took away the clarity of the two.

After soaking in the spring water for a long time, Ozzy's skin began to show signs of redness, he heard panting sounds from nowhere in his ears, but only the handful of liquid stored in Dazai's neck was in his eyes.

His bottom line seems to have formed an instinct, reminding him all the time not to hurt the person in front of him.

Therefore, when Ozzy's fangs couldn't help but grow out, he could only bite off the tip of his tongue to satisfy his craving with the not-so-pleasing bloody smell in his mouth.

Oz squeezed Dazai's finger that had been bitten out with teeth marks, and put it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

After touching that blazing heat, he realized in a daze that Dazai's body temperature seemed to be too high at the moment.

"Dazai, is it hot?" Ozzy sucked Dazai's knuckles with some reluctance, and then let the two of them interlock their fingers.

Dazai, who kept turning his head to look elsewhere, clenched his jaw, and his Adam's apple rolled obviously, before replying in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."

Probably because Ozzy moved too slowly, Dazai couldn't help but let go of the other arm that had been supporting him, and then hung it around Ozzy's neck.

The ultimate enjoyment from the fingertips was blocked by the bandages, Dazai seemed to feel for the first time how bad these things wrapped around him were.

He took a deep breath, grabbed Ozzy's neck with his hand, and pulled Ozzy to his face.

A stabbing pain in the chest made both of them groan.

Dazai was so strong that Ozzy's jaw hit his collarbone.

Seeing Ozzy rubbing his chin in pain, Dazai couldn't bear the irritability in his heart, and lifted his chin, and he leaned closer to see if there was any injury.

"Oz, look up."

The words implying an order came to an abrupt end.

Dazai saw the tears in Oz's eyes.

The slightly rosy chin was pinched in his hands, the tearful eyes were shining brightly, the tip of the tongue and the two small fangs protruding from the parted red lips were vaguely revealed.

Always felt……

What do you always feel?

Dazai was at a loss.

The thirst and itching in his throat made him consider whether he should simply bury himself in the hot spring.

But he doesn't want to let go now, not at all.

What if you sink into the water with Ozzy?

Dangerous thoughts flashed by, and even Dazai himself didn't notice the sudden longing in his eyes.

"Dazai?"

Ozzy's exchange interrupted the young man's contemplation.

Dazai came back to his senses and looked at Oz.

The well-behaved vampire is still maintaining the action just now, lowering his posture, looking at himself with his chin up.

"..."

Ozzy was a little overwhelmed by Dazai's inexplicable eyes, so he could only ask again: "What's wrong?"

Dazai: "...the teeth are exposed."

Oz pursed his lips in embarrassment, and Dazai pressed him to the side of his neck.

"What were you trying to do? Go ahead."

Dazai rested his head on the warm stone wall again.

Ozzy's hair wrapped around his body, bringing a sticky weird touch.

It's like being caught by seaweed on the bottom of the water, but it's not annoying.

Instead, the touched position is more like being tickled by a feather.

He didn't observe what Ozzy was doing, but just relying on the tactile sensations from his body, Dazai could picture Ozzy's movements in his mind.

For example, when there is a cool feeling on the skin, Ozzy is sniffing him like a puppy again.

Or the feeling of those raindrops hitting his body, it must be Ozzy watering him.

Or now.

The slippery touch spread from the throat to the shoulders, those delicate emotions that were about to overflow were about to move in the chest, and the hardness that quickly retracted after lightly nibbling on the skin.

Those are Ozzy's kisses, and the little fangs he faces out of control.

Dazai knew that Ozzy would not treat himself as food, so he pretended to be blood with water, simulating eating in this way, so as to falsely satisfy his satiety.

However, he wanted to see Ozzy lose control for him.

The innocent lawn by the hot spring was firmly grasped by the slender fingers, and they howled as they were about to be torn off.

Dazai has no expression on his face, no one can see the turmoil in his heart.

Finally, after the liquid in Dazai's shoulder was completely swept away by the tip of his tongue, Oz raised his head contentedly.

However, just as Ozzy was about to get off Dazai, he met Dazai's unfathomable look.

He tried to stand up, but Dazai's hand had already supported his waist at some point, fixing him in the original position and not being able to move.

"You don't drink my blood because you don't want to hurt me, right?"

Dazai lowered his eyes, feeling a strange sense of loss for not seeing those two fangs again.

Those two little white things seemed to attract him more than a complete suicide manual.

Oz nodded hesitantly, and Dazai made another meaningful smile.

"Besides this reason?"

"……what?"

"Are you afraid of being addicted?"

Oz was taken aback.

Dazai's hand has already touched the side of Ozzy's face.

The thumb gently rubbed against those thin lips, and the pink was gradually dyed a deeper color, which made Dazai's eyes seem to be deeper.

"You don't drink human blood," Dazai analyzed, "because you don't want to do things that hurt others."

"Then why don't you bite my neck off?"

A sly gleam flashed in Dazai's eyes.

"Should I not be considered human?"

"And..." He looked at his palm, "There was a wound here before, remember?"

Ozzy looked down, of course he remembered that after Dazai's hand was cut open last time, he brazenly sucked the blood of his younger generation.

And almost stabbed his fangs into this palm out of control.

Seeing the slightly disappointed look in Ozzy's eyes, Dazai twitched slightly, and subconsciously raised Ozzy's chin again, making him look at him.

"Remember? What does my blood taste like?"

"Is it delicious? Is it sweet or bitter? You only drank a little at that time, so you must not be full yet?"

Ozzy's throat let out a whimper, and he obviously made a swallowing motion.

It was such a simple action that made Dazai feel genuinely happy.

"Why don't you drink it?" He touched his neck, watching Ozzy's eyes move with his fingertips in satisfaction, "Are you afraid of becoming addicted?"

"Will you become addicted to me, will you think about my smell all the time, will you never be able to leave me?"

The voice of temptation is like the singing of mermaids at the bottom of the sea, luring passing boatmen to throw off their helmets and armor, and finally be dragged into the deep sea to be eaten by mermaids.

Oz had one such feeling.

Dazai is like a mermaid sitting on a reef and singing loudly, his eyes pierced the shore, pierced the clouds, and locked his position straight.

He is guiding his sailing ship into areas that seem to be peaceful and beautiful, but are actually extremely dangerous.

The constant screaming of warnings in his head tore at Ozzy's nerves.

Dazai's hand was even placed very close to danger - his own fangs.

He must not understand that those sharp teeth can instantly tear his flesh and suck his blood.

Ozzy's pupils involuntarily lit up.

He didn't realize how hard he was grabbing Dazai's hand.

Because Dazai still had that alluring look on his face.

"Dazai, do you know how dangerous you are doing?"

Ozzy grabbed Dazai's hand that was about to touch his fangs.

He knows that once someone touches a vital part, what happens next may be out of his control and irreparable afterwards.

So Ozzy can only hope that Dazai will understand his warning.

It's a pity that Dazai has never been a person who is good at giving up what he thinks.

Dazai confirmed that Ozzy's sanity was being shaken by himself, and he couldn't give up this opportunity to see another side of Ozzy.

A vague sixth sense told him that the changes in Ozzy might allow him to understand the emotions surrounding his chest.

He wants to know too much.

"Ozzy," Dazai said in a drawn-out voice, as if being coquettish, but incomparably intriguing, he called out Ozzy's name again, "Ozzy, let me see your fangs. Touched mine right, let me touch 'em, huh?"

However, the second after Dazai finished speaking, he found that he suddenly felt a sense of vacating.

This feeling only lasted for a blink of an eye, and the spring water that surrounded him became something else.

The wet body was exposed to the air, mixed with the smell of the sun-baked bedding, Dazai's eyes widened, and the surrounding scenery had changed from a hot spring overlooking the distance to a clean room.

This is Oz's room.

The tatami mats were not soft, and Dazai was placed on a quilt that Oz had made before going out.

The unwiped water drops fell onto the light-colored fabric, blurring ink marks of various sizes.

When Dazai was still surprised, Ozzy supported him with one hand, and raised Dazai's hands with the other hand, and fixed them on top of Dazai's head.

Dazai, who was grabbed by the wrist, tried to struggle, while Ozzy, who defined this appearance as "dangerous", simply turned over and pressed on him, looking down at the young man whose face was half covered by bandages.

"Wow, the power of magic, it's really amazing." Dazai blinked, trying to get rid of this situation of being dominated by others.

"Dazai," Oz lowered his voice, trying to hide his almost uncontrollable trembling, "I am an adult blood clan, and I have excellent self-control ability."

Dazai smiled, stopped struggling, and turned his head, showing his neck: "So you want to say that you won't be addicted to me? Come and try?"

"No, that's not what I'm going to say," Oz took a deep breath, "I can't guarantee that what you said...addiction, but Dazai, you are a young vampire, or half-human and half-breed."

Ozzy relaxed his strength, but Dazai was still lying limply on the ground, without even moving his hand back.

"I want to teach you a lesson so that you can see clearly who is the elder."

Temporarily forgetting how vengeful the young man in front of him is, Ozzy's mind was buzzing, and all his nerves were screaming for him to teach the young man a good lesson, so that he would not be ridden by Dazai again in the future superior.

Oz reached out and pulled off the bandage on Dazai's face, revealing the eye that had been hidden in the darkness all year round.

He pushed Dazai's wet hair behind his ears.

The breeze outside the window blew the wind chime, and the row of sunny dolls hanging beside it could not help but twist their bodies and dance.

Oz stretched his neck, and under Dazai's gaze, opened a wound with his nails.

Beads of blood spread out from the wound one by one, they gradually converged, and when gravity finally couldn't keep them fixed in the same position, they became a red line.

They fell before their eyes.

Bright red bloomed on Dazai's chest.

The sound of the underwater bloom was infinitely amplified, just like what Oz did when he brought Dazai to him for the first time, and he slit his neck again.

It's just that the first blood was to appease the hungry vampire so that he wouldn't be hungry.

But this time, it was Ozzy's class temporarily arranged for Dazai.

In an instant, Dazai's dark pupils were dyed red, and the itching from his gums forced him to touch those two spots with the tip of his tongue, lest his embarrassment be exposed to the vampires again.

Dazai's blood ranks first in the Oz recipe, but why isn't Oz the top of Dazai's list?

Drops of blood fell drop by drop, infinitely magnifying the unquenchable thirst in Dazai's throat.

The hands that had been placed on the top of the head finally got the command of the master, and covered the fangs that broke through the confinement.

Dazai covered his mouth, trying to get up and run away, flee to a place where he couldn't smell the fragrance, and then wash off the blood of Ozzy on his body.

However, Oz did not allow him to do so.

Ozzy had a fantastic smile on his face. If you want to analyze it, it probably accounts for most of the pride, a small part of guilt, and a trace of imperceptible excitement.

He wiped his wound with his thumb, staining his fingertips bright red, and moved closer to Dazai's face.

The hanging long hair fell on Dazai's eyelashes, Dazai dodged subconsciously, but fell into Oz's full set.

That bloody fingertip was less than half a centimeter away from Dazai's lips.

Dazai's pupils constricted, with obvious trembling, he stared at the red color motionlessly.

The uncontrollable secretion of saliva in the mouth, and the itching from the fangs reminded Dazai every minute that they were completely ready.

only need to--

"Dazai."

The call in his ear interrupted the scene in front of Dazai.

Dazai's pupils shifted, and he looked at Oz with an awkward posture.

Oz smiled and said, "What to do, the wound is too small and it has healed."

Dazai took a closer look, and sure enough, there was no more blood dripping from the tiny wound.

He swallowed the liquid in his mouth and smiled, "So?"

"So," Oz paused, shortened the distance between his fingertips and Dazai's lips, and his fingertips touched a soft spot, "There's only this little bit left."

"Dazai, you seem to be very hungry, what should I do? Just open your mouth, and you can get what you want."

Ozzy's hand lightly exerted force, while Dazai's pupils trembled even more.

Oz could see Dazai's resistance, and he understood that the young man in front of him was struggling with the feelings in his heart.

That's exactly what Oz had in mind.

Dazai can't find a way to provoke himself in every place.

It's time to let him feel the pride of an adult.

Oz easily parted Dazai's lips.

He lowered his body, moved closer to Dazai's ear, and breathed into Dazai's ear.

Until the people under him trembled uncontrollably and wanted to escape.

"Dazai, open your mouth."

"You're doing well, you're such a good boy."

"Come on, stick out your tongue now and lick the food clean."

"This is a reward given to you by the elders, and it won't be so easy to get it in the future."

The fingertips caught in the mouth were surrounded by unusual softness.

Ozzy tried his best not to let the small warning sound in his heart not affect his education of the cubs.

——What you did was too outrageous, it's too ambiguous.

——No, I'm just teaching him a lesson, yes, just a lesson.

Oz closed his eyes and buried his head in Dazai's neck.

His fingers were dripping wet, and he was eaten as a delicacy by the ignorant young vampires.

"Dazai, do you understand? It doesn't matter if I'm addicted to you or not," Ozzy said softly, "You'll never forget how you feel now. You can't leave me, you know?"

A secret tingling came from the fingertips, causing Ozzy's fingers to curl up subconsciously.

With his back turned to him, the guy in his arms took revenge in a childish way.

Surrounded by dangerous vampires, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and calmed his rapid breathing.

Then he grabbed Ozzy's arm across his chest.

"Ozzy, you're an asshole."

"Ah, you too."

Ozzy snuggled behind Dazai's ear and smiled contentedly.

the next day--

"Ozzy, why does your mouth smell like blood?"

"Huh? I probably bit my tongue yesterday. Can you smell it too?"

"Ha ha."

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