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

Dazai, who is familiar to Ozzy but not so familiar, is watching him with eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling. He also doesn't know whether he has really returned to reason for such a short period of time, but he is just feeling a kind of compelling When the sense of crisis hit, he immediately recognized the appearance of the person in front of him, so he relaxed his vigilance in the next second.

Today's Dazai has become more tactful than before, he has ten thousand ways to hide his desire/desire under the ultimate gentleness, so it is easy for him to gain all of Oz's trust.

Despite Ozzy's trust, he was generous to Dazai from beginning to end.

Dazai picked up the strands of long hair wrapped around Ozzy's neck, let the ends of the hair fall to his palm, and then brought them to his mouth for a kiss.

As if even the ends of his hair felt touched, Ozzy flinched under Dazai's movements, but out of instinctive intimacy with Dazai, Ozzy immediately approached again after dodging.

He stared blankly at Dazai's movements, as if a layer of mist appeared in front of his eyes, blurring Dazai's aggressive eyes.

"Why kiss your hair?"

In the background sound of the movie theater, Ozzy's voice is very small, but the extremely close distance between him and Dazai just allows Dazai to hear what he said.

Dazai let out a muffled laugh, his eyelashes trembling: "Then tell me, if you don't kiss your hair, where would you kiss?"

"Here," Oz said softly, he raised his chin self-taught, looking forward to Dazai's approach, his fangs were ready to growl, they were hidden between Oz's lips and teeth, only a little bit exposed Fangs, lovely glimmers in the dark, "Kiss me."

"well-done."

Completely delighted, Dazai couldn't hold back his smile anymore, pinched Ozzy's chin, and pressed a kiss on the center of his brow.

"is it here?"

Ozzy shook his head, the longing in his eyes grew stronger.

Dazai kissed the tip of his nose again: "Is that here?"

Ozzy still shook his head.

"It's not right here?" Dazai paused, pretending to be troubled, and just as he was about to get up, Ozzy grabbed his neck again.

He liked Ozzy's undisguised dependence on him.

Now Ozzy is unreservedly showing his desire for himself, just like a ship that has sailed on the sea for many years, and finally got a response from the harbor's whistle.

He wasn't alone in being emotionally troubled.

That's good, Dazai thought, and he hoped Ozzy would never leave him.

And in order to teach the vampires who seem to understand nothing at the moment, and who seem to understand everything together, to keep their feelings at this time in their hearts forever, Dazai felt that he should give the vampires some rewards.

Of course, it was also a reward for himself.

He ran the pad of his thumb across Ozzy's lower lip, staining the thin lip red.

And Ozzy's reflexive action of sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick his fingers made him suffocate and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Oz," Dazai said hoarsely, "open your mouth."

"You can't touch the fangs..."

"Don't touch, be good, open your mouth."

Oz opened his mouth obediently, and in the next moment, he tasted the sweet taste again.

It seems to be sweeter than toffee and more addictive to him.

The only bad thing--

It seems to be more hungry.The thought flashed before Oz closed his eyes.

later……

Later, Dazai said that the movie theater was not good.

Ozzy's dull brain couldn't quite understand where and why Dazai said "no".

His whole body wanted to hang directly on Dazai's body, even when Dazai got up from the bed in the projection hall, he wanted to sit on Dazai's lap, close to his chest, and feel the vibrant heartbeat.

As he wished, Dazai leaned against the bed rail, raised his head to be gentle with him while Oz covered the light with his body.

Later, Oz vaguely remembered that Dazai seemed to say "go home", so his magic activated by itself, and halos and magic lines appeared under his feet, and he fell backwards with Dazai, falling from the gap in space to A fairly soft place - Dazai's sofa.

Dazai's house, which had lost the habit of lighting lights, was pitch black, and the two returned to a familiar place even more unscrupulous.

Dazai had no scruples, turned his head and forgot the point of "not touching Ozzy's fangs" he promised just now, and bullied Ozzy so much that the corners of his eyes turned red, he could only grab his clothes and helplessly shake his head and follow. Sobbing, he kissed those jewel-like red eyes in satisfaction.

"Why do you look like a little rabbit?"

Oz was completely unable to respond to Dazai's question.

Dazai's offensive was unprecedented. He lured/lured the blood race who had never stepped into an apple orchard to a new world, transformed into a cunning poison tongue, and coaxed the blood race to take a bite of the ruddy and tempting forbidden fruit.

At this point, the two accomplices must share the punishment that has yet to come.

When the long-awaited feeling came, Ozzy felt as if a colorful light flashed in front of his eyes, his waist was tense to the extreme, and Dazai's palm was pushing his lower back hard, so that he could only There was a convulsive tremor on Dazai's body.

The refreshing feeling stimulated/excited Ozzy to bend into an arc from head to toe, his toes tightened unconsciously, and the hand inserted/into Dazai's hair also came at that moment, he couldn't control himself He grabbed the opponent's hair fiercely.

He gasped for breath, seeing the pitch-black ceiling in front of him, and soon, Dazai came again, taking away all his sight and breath.

For the first time, the blood race had the illusion of wanting to cry.

He stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his eye, Dazai didn't even give him time to confirm whether it was wet, so he grabbed his wrist, fixed both of his hands on top of his head, with an extremely strong posture, Silently asked Ozzy to focus on Osamu Dazai alone.

The taste of being controlled made Ozzy a little scared.But he was strangely satisfied with Dazai's hoarseness and wheezing.

In another way, Dazai is indeed being controlled by Ozzy.

While burying his head on Ozzy's body, Dazai felt a wet and tingling sensation on his neck.

"Take a bite when you're hungry." He paused for a moment, raised his eyelids, and brought his neck closer to Rioz.

But Ozzy just leaned up and kissed him, and then stubbornly stuck to the bottom line.

Rationality returned slightly in the aftermath of the outburst, and Ozzy vaguely sensed Dazai's obsession with wanting to eat by himself, and he realized that there might be some plan of Dazai that he hadn't discovered yet.

And this plan has not been implemented yet, Oz has already put it in the position of "impossible to realize".

It is obviously unrealistic to persuade Dazai to give up this plan, at least this vampire who is not clear-headed can't think of any coups, so there is only one way to stop the plan from being implemented-

Make Dazai forget about this plan.

Ozzy was delighted with his clever idea, and it was time for him to mess with Dazai's rationality.

His eyes glowed, and he rolled over onto Dazai's body.

The clothes that had been untied at some point hung loosely on Ozzy's shoulders and arms. He didn't pay attention to etiquette as usual, and he didn't go to the point where the collars had to be neat.

"Dazai," he called Dazai's name, his tone was never sticky, his index finger easily hooked the bow tie hanging on Dazai's collar, he pulled it lightly, and put the tie on the table next to him On, "If you wear clothes when you sleep, your clothes will wrinkle."

The darkness couldn't block the sight of the vampire, and Dazai's imperceptible swallowing movements naturally couldn't escape Ozzy's eyes.

Rubbing Dazai's Adam's apple with his fingers, he bent down and grasped Dazai's Achilles' heel just like Dazai had done to himself before.

Dazai didn't answer, he covered his eyes with his arm, and covered Ozzy's palm with his other hand.

It is rare for him to be a little impatient, but he pretended to say words of praise: "I learned quite quickly."

As early as the first time Oz taught him how to shrink his fangs, Dazai had already been pulled into the abyss. No one could tell him what the trembling and frightening taste was, and no one could tell him , to know whether the taste is right or wrong.

In short, Dazai finally returned this feeling to the blood race.

Vengeance has always been the endorsement of Osamu Dazai, otherwise there would not be an unwritten warning in the port mafia that "don't mess with anyone who messes with Osamu Dazai".

Ozzy was woken up by the sound of water. He was only wearing a short sleeve and opened his eyes from under the quilt that smelled like Dazai.

The curtains were tightly closed, apparently to prevent the harsh sunlight from disturbing the person on the bed.

Ozzy had a pillow in his arms, which he didn't actually notice until he sat up.He wondered dully for nearly 2 minutes, not sure if he had the habit of holding things when he was asleep.

But this pillow is really soft and comfortable to hold.

He buried his face in the pillow and rubbed it back and forth.

When he looked up again, Dazai was already standing at the door of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

The sound of water heard was the sound of Dazai taking a bath.

His hair was still dripping with water, and the water droplets fell onto the bathrobe, leaving dark marks in patches.The place where the bathrobe didn't cover—it was Dazai's chest. The water drops on his neck slid down his chest until it was sucked clean by the fabric around his waist.

Ozzy's Adam's apple rolled, and then he showed an inexplicable expression.

Why do I have to swallow my saliva?Confused, he glanced in Dazai's direction again. Could it be that he was surprised because he seldom saw Dazai without bandages?

Ozzy put the pillow in his arms next to the one he was sleeping on, lifted the quilt and walked to the bathroom.

Dazai didn't intend to get out of the way, but instead showed a hint of expectation.

"...?" Ozzy stood still in front of Dazai.

His head was still a little dizzy, and he urgently needed a handful of cold water to wake him up from his drowsiness.But Dazai seemed to be rooted in the bathroom door.

Ozzy said in a good-tempered manner: "Let's let go after washing."

Dazai who heard the sound showed a strange expression instead: "That's it? That's it?"

"..." Oz was speechless, grabbed Dazai by the collar, pulled him aside, walked into the bathroom alone and closed the door carefully.

The mirror was steamed and blurred. Ozzy patted cold water on his face, touched the towel hanging on the side, and rubbed his face vigorously. Only then did he remember to wipe the mirror clean.

He wiped away the white fog in the center of the mirror with the palm of his hand.

The faithful mirror immediately reflected Ozzy's image in it.

Extending from the neck to the collarbone, there was almost no complete area. Ozzy's skin was covered with red and purple marks. He was stunned for a second, lowered his head, and opened his collar to look inside.

Not only is the place that can be seen in a mess, but even the place that cannot be seen is unsightly.

"..."

The nerves stimulated by the cold water also began to growl and struggle at this moment. He touched the back of his neck and turned his head slowly. The tooth marks seemed to have been specially deepened.

In fact, I was just dragged into a mosquito nest yesterday.

Ozzy calmly hypnotized himself.

"Dong dong dong," Osamu Dazai's voice came from outside the door. He seemed to be leaning on the bathroom door, imitating the knocking sound with a smile, which sounded extremely childish, "Room service."

Oz waited for a while, really not knowing how to answer Dazai's words.

Dazai's voice continued to be heard, and at this moment, the door of the bathroom was also opened a small crack, and a hand came in from behind the door, with a piece of cloth hanging on it.

"After washing, just wear it."

"!!!" Ozzy took several steps back with a blank expression, until his back touched the wet wall.

Memories of the day before came flooding back like a flood.

Dazai's fiery kiss, his palm, and every movement that was stirring him up all the time.

cannot be forgotten.

How can this be so?

Shouldn't it be like this? ?

Ao drew a circle in the void with trembling hands, and the sparks dancing at his fingertips formed a door.

Just as he turned around and was about to flee through the door, Dazai seemed to have anticipated his actions, and let out a long sigh outside the door.

"Hey, the angle of this photo is really nice."

"I didn't expect Ozzy to be such a wild character."

"It would be bad if you accidentally shake the phone and send the photo."

"This way everyone will know that poor Dazai was abandoned by Oz."

There was a "poof" sound in the air.

Dazai squinted his eyes and smiled in satisfaction, then showed a pitiful expression when he turned to open the door.

Sure enough, Ozzy in the door had already tidied himself up properly, even with a scarf around his neck. He was huddled in a corner with his head down, like a flower that was about to wither and was thinking about his past.

It looked pitiful and funny.

"You still wear a scarf in this kind of weather, do you know there is a word called stealing the ear?"

"Who is to blame for this?! You are not allowed to talk to me today!"

The author has something to say:

Oz: Autistic.

Tomorrow it’s time to return Ozzy to Hei Shizai qwq I’m a little bit reluctant to bear Butei Zai woo woo woo

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Akutagawa and Atsushi's Bizarre Adventure

Author: bennu

Thank you for the invitation, I am in Yokohama and just crossed over.

It was just a dream, and I still didn't dare to move when I woke up.

In fact, Akutagawa thinks time travel is good, at least he doesn't have to write his graduation thesis, but before he was happy for a long time, the professor called: "Ryunosuke, when will your thesis be due?"

No, wait, why do you still need to write a thesis after time travelling? ? ?And I'm not called Ryunosuke!

Wait, what is it called next?

Fortunately, not only Zixia traveled alone, but also the friends who went out with him.but,

"Renhu, have you written your thesis yet?"

Atsushi Nakajima froze: "Haven't we already crossed?!"

Oh, naive.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at Akutagawa with pity on his face: "But at least I'm not like you who have been beaten back six times."

? ? ? "Human tiger! Come and fight me to the death!"

"Akutagawa, calm down! And I'm not called a tiger, I'm Atsushi Nakajima!"

"Wait, I'm not called Atsushi Nakajima either!"

【Note】

①The writing is flawed, the logic is dead, don't textual research

②There are many magic changes and private settings

③It is not a serious new double black, there is no Chinese and no writing

④ CP new double black, no difference

This article is also known as "Sexy Akutagawa, Online Busking" (?)