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

"What did you say?" Oz turned back to look at Dazai, and was once again paralyzed by Dazai's soft smile.

He was pushed into the bathroom where hot water had been put on at some point. No one could condemn Dazai's "good intentions" at this moment, after all, there was no one else in this small house except them.

And Ozzy's remaining sanity is crazily reminding him that he is going crazy.

The bathroom in Osamu Dazai's apartment was pitifully small, and the evaporating water vapor blurred the mirror into a snowy field. He only had time to press a handprint on it before he was dragged by the people behind him to the sink.

Shouldn't, shouldn't.

Oz sat blankly in front of Dazai, and Dazai squeezed between his legs, curling his long hair with his fingers.

That lock of long hair seemed to be particularly fond of Dazai, he always grabbed it, pinched it around his fingertips, and when they became a mess, he smoothed them slowly with his fingers.Dazai finds such meaningless actions particularly amusing.

Ozzy felt very hot and wanted to unbutton his clothes, but Dazai grabbed his wrist.

"Dazai? Hot..."

"Hey, wait a little longer."

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

The mirror behind Ozzy reflected the shadows of the two of them vaguely together, so close that we could not distinguish between you and me.

Summer is coming quietly, and the news has begun to report that this year is the highest temperature in nearly a century. It has not rained for a long time, and the whole sky smells of anxiety.

Maybe it's just Oz himself being restless.

He was a little distracted, staring at the white walls in the bathroom in a daze, then raised his head to look at the ceiling lamp emitting heat and light.

Dazai's movements are complicated and cumbersome, and his thinking speed is too slow, and he can't even understand Dazai's intention of playing with his hair at this moment.

"Look, Dazai, it's the sun."

Ozzy was blinded by the light from the overhead light, he stretched out his hand and leaned forward, wanting to touch the one he regarded as the sun.

It's a pity that the lights are a little far away, and Dazai still stands in front of him to prevent him from leaving.

"Dazai, you are amazing, there is a sun hidden in your house."

Dazai was holding the comb, pulling Ozzy's long hair together with a little rustiness, trying to fix them at a slightly higher place, so as not to wet the hair when he took a bath later.

Hearing this, he paused, and helplessly matched Ozzy's movement, looked back at the lamp, and whispered, "This is not my sun."

Oz didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Dazai: "I said, lower your head a little."

Oz was very cooperative and bowed his head with a smile.

It's a pity that their cooperation was not as tacit as imagined. The moment he quickly lowered his head, he took away almost half of the long hair from Dazai's hand.They scattered over Oz's shoulders again.

Dazai's eyes suddenly darkened.He simply let all the hair down and let them cover Ozzy's neck.

The job was a little harder than he'd imagined, but it was probably just because he hadn't tied Ozzy's hair in so long.Dazai thought lightly.

Ozzy was still very hot, so he shrank himself into a ball slowly and fell backwards.

As he expected, although there was a layer of mist on the surface of the mirror, it was still cold.

To a certain extent, this gave Ozzy some comfort, just like giving a life-saving water to someone lost in the desert.

"Am I going to die?" He lowered his head and said silently.

Dazai is kindly helping him to unbutton the button, so that the heat can escape from his body.

I'm dying.He resignedly covered his face, the blood race's body had never been as hot as his own, and even unbuttoning his clothes gave him the illusion of being hotter.

There must be something wrong.

Dazai's extremely slow movements undoubtedly made Ozzy very uncomfortable. He hooked Ozzy's shirt with his index finger and slid down the gap of the shirt. Difficulty—the button that has not been untied—he will stop his action, squeeze it out of the buttonhole with one hand, and repeat the evocative action before.

And poor Ozzy can only absorb the remaining coolness in this desert by his own will--and face the guy who made trouble on him.

The heat slowly rises with the water temperature in the bathtub, and no one has time to pay attention to the hot water that has been filled or even overflowed the bathtub.

All the buttons of Ozzy were finally unbuttoned, and he followed Dazai's action and took off his clothes gratefully.

The dark shadow in the mirror turned platinum-gold.

It's unbelievably holy.

Dazai just glanced at it inadvertently, and was shocked by the picture in the mirror.

He grabbed Ozzy's arm, and it was like a black mist wrapped around and imprisoned the sacred color, which was unbelievably pleasant.

"Oz," Dazai rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, his voice hoarse from the heat, "is it still hot?"

The bare back relieved Ozzy's anxiety to a certain extent, but on the whole——

"Hot." Ozzy nodded honestly.

"Then let me help you."

Dazai's eyes began to flicker with light that Ozzy couldn't understand.He opened his arms to Ozzy, wanting Ozzy to choose between the mirror and himself.

And Oz, of course, chose Dazai.

He stood up with difficulty, with sticky water stains from the mirror on his back.

Before he could reach Dazai completely, he was pulled into his arms by Dazai.

The ten fingers were intertwined so naturally, Ozzy only had time to marvel at Dazai's bony hands before he was attacked by the smell of Dazai's body rushing towards his face.

The strange fragrance rushed into Ozzy's nasal cavity in an instant, seducing him to swallow subconsciously.It was too close, and the smell turned him into a hungry homeless man standing outside the ramen shop. The scent spread outside through the curtain, and he could only touch his empty pockets, stand at the door of the ramen shop and listen with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of sucking the soup inside, he fantasized that he was also enjoying the rare delicacy inside.

too close.

But it is not the same as the desire to eat.

"Ta, Dazai, don't get so close." Ozzy wanted to push away Dazai's approaching body, but when he was only a few centimeters away from him, he felt the heat passing through the white shirt, like a fireball The scalding heat made Ozzy's hand tremble, and finally stayed away from that short distance.

He couldn't get any closer—even though he thought so, but his palm still stuck to the extremely thin body—under Dazai's push.

Osamu Dazai continued to approach Ozzy until he was on his hand and his lips were close to his ear.

"Is it still hot?"

The airflow hit Ozzy's ear, his heart was beating fiercely, every blow was consuming his vitality, he was trying to test the edge of the rib that was about to be broken, his hand was pressed hard on Dazai's heart, feeling The too intense sound was transmitted to my ears through the vibration.

"It's hot...it's still very hot..." Ozzy wanted to take a step back, but the sweetness filling the tip of his nose made him reluctant to back down, and he could only be in this dangerous situation where his rationality screamed wildly.

"You, didn't you say you would help me?"

Ozzy gasped loudly. He hated places that were too humid, let alone humid and stuffy.

Dazai took him so far away from the water source, put him on the fire and roasted him, and added a handful of firewood to the fire.

unacceptable.

"Yes," Dazai just laughed, his neck and Ozzy's fit together, and he could easily feel the vibration of each other's throats when speaking, which was a wonderful feeling, "but I regretted it. "

Ozzy struggled weakly, but was exhausted by the hot palm on his lower back.

"But you're about to steam the blood race." Oz was a little dazed and anxious, he couldn't find a place to vent his discomfort, he could only moan and choke on Dazai's body.

Dazai's chuckle came from beside his ears, and his palm briefly left Ozzy's lower back, but soon appeared in another place—in short, this place made Ozzy struggle even harder.

He confessed to Ozzy's accusation: "Yes, you are not allowed to cool, but you are steamed and eaten."

The poor blood clan let out a suppressed wail. He never thought that he would appear in any human recipe.

The blood race who has lived for many years has not had too much contact with adult materials other than popular science books in childhood. The only dream of extreme beauty is also very ordinary. On a soft bed, the monster who cannot see clearly teased him viciously, and put him Imprisoned in a corner of the bed, forcing himself to change into the monster's clothes, touching those organs that he avoids touching every day, the monster will not show that gentle expression until his shame is forced to its peak.

The beginning of the dream is always very real, so real that when Ozzy opened his eyes, he couldn't tell whether he had a dream or simply recalled the experience of being teased by Dazai before.

Humans are too cunning.

Dazai is the most cunning of all human beings.

He examined every subtle expression of Ozzy, as if he was watching the wonderful performance of a painting under different light. His hand did not move a single position, which could cause Ozzy to tremble to varying degrees.

Amazing.

Dazai's pupils were constricted, he stared intently at his back in the mirror, his fingertips slid back and forth along the raised spine, satisfied with the snow white gradually turning pink.

"Don't eat it, okay?" Oz begged for mercy, panting.The cunning Dazai grasped Ozzy's bottom line, knowing that the blood race's tolerance for him was different from ordinary people, and tried to test the blood race's defense again and again until he achieved his goal.

"Is it hard?" Although it was in a caring tone, Dazai's hands still didn't stop.

He lowered his voice and exhaled hot air into Ozzy's ear.

Ozzy still couldn't stop trembling, he could only weakly grab Dazai's clothes, pinching the flat fabric until it became wrinkled.

"Ozzy, be patient a little longer," Dazai said softly, his tone full of bewitching, "be patient a little longer for me."

After a while, Ozzy buried his head in Dazai's chest, and gave a low "hmm".

Ozzy's tolerance for Dazai is already very high.

And what about Oz, paralyzed by alcohol?It simply made Dazai unable to feel where his bottom line was.

Soft enough to be manipulated by oneself.

Dazai untied his bow tie with one hand, it was made of Oz's gemstone, so after taking it off his neck, he put the bow tie in a drawer very properly, and then took it off layer by layer His already water-stained clothes.

The clothes that the two had taken off were thrown into the basket outside the bathroom, twisted together in a mess, and there was a bunch of discarded bandages beside them.

Oz stared blankly at Dazai's chest, unable to take his eyes off the exposed scars.

"Are you dumbfounded by the heat?"

Sensing Ozzy's gaze, Dazai turned an angle calmly, but remembered that the wound on his back might make Ozzy uncomfortable, so he could only stand where he was and use his own method to call Ozzy's attention.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Ozzy apologized subconsciously, his fingertips stroked a wound near Dazai's shoulder, "Why did it increase? It used to be clearly...obviously..."

"The wounds of the blood race will heal automatically." Oz couldn't explain why, Oz's thoughts were as messy as seaweed at the bottom of the water, and he could only state his common sense to Dazai in a low voice.

"Yes," Dazai Osamu shrugged pretending to be indifferent, "but my fangs were lost by the villains."

"Then, won't Dazai's wound heal?" Oz said dully.

"It will heal," Dazai said patiently, holding Ozzy's hand to touch the scar on his body, "it's just a little slower."

He took Ozzy's hand to touch his neck, closed his eyes and listened to his heartbeat with him.

There has never been much activity there, making him feel the weight of life.

"I'm sorry..." Ozzy apologized softly.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"do not know."

Ozzy was at a loss, and the temperature in his body retreated briefly because of the apology that burst from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know the reason for this apology, he just simply felt that...

"I'm sorry." He whispered more quietly.

Dazai was silent for a while, the arteries in his neck bulged even more from his rubbing.

"Then let Ozzy make up for it."

"Here," he pointed to his neck, "be good, take a bite."

Ozzy was taken aback, he didn't quite understand what Dazai meant, but he was instinctively attracted by the delicious taste.

"Ozzy, hug me first."

Osamu Dazai looked very seriously.

But Ozzy still felt that he might be dreaming, because dreams and reality are the opposite.

In reality, Dazai, who hates the longevity of blood clans, would only ask himself the request of "embracing me for the first time" in his dreams.

Oz laughed idiotically, and raised his hand to pinch Dazai's face: "It's too much, you still want to play tricks on me in your dreams."

He moved closer to Dazai and kissed where Dazai's fingers were.

"But even in a dream, I can't bite you."

Later, Dazai, who failed in the battle, could only let Ozzy sniff and lick him like a puppy, and then, amidst the other party's exclamation, he picked up the blood clan and soaked him in hot water.

"Does it smell good?"

The vampire soaked in water obviously didn't react, stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and nodded subconsciously.

Dazai moved closer to Ozzy, kissed his lips, and then pretended to take a sip like a child licking candy.

"Oz is the sweetness of nectar."

He looked into Ozzy's eyes until he could see himself clearly in those eyes.

"What do I smell like?" Osamu Dazai asked.

The following things happened in one go, Ozzy imitated Dazai's lip licking action and completely made the scene out of control, Dazai's voice became hoarse, and his eyes couldn't leave Ozzy's movements at all.

Ozzy's sense of crisis has completely stopped: "It seems to be sweet too?"

"Like? Oz isn't sure?"

"Ok?"

"Then try it."

Dazai stepped into the bathtub and huddled with Ozzy.

Most of the water in the bathtub, which was already full, completely overflowed. He turned Ozzy up and down, let Ozzy sit on his body, and then pressed Ozzy's neck, forcing him to be close to him.

Every minute and every second of Ozzy's connivance was attacking Dazai's rationality, his reaction was too slow, and he was full of the fact that Dazai soaked him in the hot soup, and it is estimated that he would put some spices into it later.

Maybe he could pray to Dazai for more sugar, and a few carrots and potatoes for himself.

Dazai's action of cleaning up the food made Ozzy really unable to think any more. Under Dazai's action, he seemed to have turned into a boat and was about to be submerged by the sea.

"Incense, scented soap, don't wash that—uh!"

"Dazai... Dazai, take it easy..."

In the end, the vampire whose body was covered with bubbles could no longer make any more noises, and could only lie on Dazai's body and accept these cruel punishments.

Oz turned his back to Dazai, and Dazai twisted his neck and bit the corner of his mouth, trying his best to drink the water in the oasis.

He didn't know Dazai was so thirsty.

It was too late to taste the taste of Dazai as Dazai said.

He was just ups and downs, his reason dissipated in the feeling in his body that he had never experienced before.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

The two who were in close contact finally separated.

Oz looked at Osamu Dazai with depression in his eyes, opened his mouth for a while but was unable to speak.

Then, the ensuing conversation shattered the last of their sanity.

"Didn't taste it."

"Then try again?"

"it is good."

Ozzy snorted, and squeezed the smooth handle of the bathtub, he was being controlled by Dazai with that indescribable feeling.

The vampire whose lifeline was being pinched raised his neck, and the momentary pain made him frown uncontrollably, and a small beast-like groan came from his throat, but this kind of pain was more like drug addiction, and it took him less than [-] minutes to become addicted. In a second, he began to actively look for Dazai, and was immersed in the joy of splashing water with Dazai.

When the last second came, Oz subconsciously approached Osamu Dazai's lips, trying to find the water source.But Dazai's destination at this moment was different from Ozzy's. He simply clung to Ozzy, then lowered his head, and came to Ozzy's neck.

I don't know if it's sweat or hot soup, but Ozzy's eyes hurt a little because of the stimulation. He reached a position that he had never reached before, and the severe pain from his neck was matched by the other strong pain. Feeling intertwined.

Ozzy's waist bowed into a perfect curve, and he stared blankly at the ceiling, completely losing the ability to think.

Dazai's movements gradually softened, he heard Ozzy's painful voice, so the comforting him at this moment was more gentle than ever.Ozzy was bewitched by this gentleness, stretched his neck consciously, and finally laughed because Dazai's movements were too gentle when he was kissed to his Adam's apple.

Ozzy finally got his wish and found the water source again.

He was a deer whose neck was held by a lion. Just when he thought he was going to be eaten, the lion just left a mark on his body and then enclosed him in his territory.

On the back of Ozzy's neck, there was an additional tooth mark that was difficult to heal.

Thinking of that, Dazai couldn't help rubbing the scar with his fingertips over and over again.

The quilt was pulled back, but there was no dazzling light to hurt Ozzy's eyes, because Dazai was directly above him and blocked all the light for him.He felt a soft touch on his lips, and his callused fingers slid down his cheeks to his ears, pinching his earlobe until it became bloodshot and hot.

He was overwhelmed by the smell of Dazai.

Ozzy was confused, and there were bursts of tingling pain in his brain.

Along with the tingling pain, there is also an inexplicable sense of comfort in the body.

"Good morning."

Dazai's voice came, and he greeted Ozzy with his bare upper body and his back turned away from the light.

Memories of yesterday hit the brain in an instant.

Oz felt like he was collapsing.

In silence, he covered himself from head to toe with a quilt, and then a heavy object was placed on top of the quilt.

"Won't you admit it after eating it? After living for so long, you should set a good example for the younger generation."

"You are not a junior."

Dazai was kicked through the blanket.

It was light, not painful at all, he felt more like rubbing against a little pet inside the quilt.

He originally thought that after Ozzy said "You are not a junior", he would call him something like "a beast in clothes", for example, his colleague Kunikida once used this word to describe him.

But Ozzy is not what Dazai thought.

"You are……"

Ozzy's voice came indistinctly, but Dazai couldn't hear it clearly, so he wrapped Ozzy up with a quilt, and moved closer to himself.

"You're just a wine glass."

This time, Dazai heard clearly.

Oz said he was a wine glass.

Strange metaphor.

"Just because I stuck to you and fed you wine, so I can only be a wine glass now?"

"It doesn't matter, the wine glass is the wine glass, and the vampire should also have a unique wine glass as a collection."

"You're right."

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Dazai: Pleasure.

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