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Dazai hears Chuuya’s breath hitch as they enter Lupin, and turns to see the redhead twirling a strand of hair into place before adjusting his hat and the pink sweater wrapped around his waist. His eyes are fixed intently on Odasaku, a predatory gleam in them, one that’s very different from when he has his eyes on their enemies. Dazai looks up at the bell and sees a red glow that prevents it from chiming their arrival.
…
Did Chuuya seriously just stop the bell?
Look, Dazai prides himself on being an intelligent man, one who doesn't regret his decisions, but this, oh this, easily tops the list. Already. He should have said no to Chuuya, really, he knew that it was a bad idea from the start. But Chuuya had stared into his eyes, his own eyes sparkling like sunlight on the sea, and said ‘I want to know your friends’…. Dazai’s just no good at saying no to him okay.
“That’s Odasaku,” Dazai says, pressing meaning into his friend’s name, but Chuuya just nods, his eyes shining deviously.
“Should I call him that, or Oda-san?”
“… Does it matter?”
Chuuya purses his lips, and pushes Dazai forward. “Go say hi.”
“I was about to do that anyway,” Dazai mutters under his breath. He touches his partner, and the bell chimes. Chuuya shoots him a glare that he just manages to turn into a smile when Odasaku turns to look at them. The grin comes easily to Dazai as he waves at his friend. “Yo, Odasaku.”
“Dazai,” Odasaku greets, his eyes flickering to his friend before they go back to Chuuya.
“I’m Chuuya,” the redhead says, his voice soft and in an oh-so-gentle way that Dazai has never heard before. He shoots his partner an incredulous look. Chuuya bats his eyelashes. “Oda-san.”
A smirk twitches onto Odasaku’s face. “Everyone knows that, Chuuya-san. You can call me Odasaku,” he says before turning away from them to take a sip of his whiskey.
Chuuya stares at the way Odasaku’s Adam’s apple bobs and he licks his lips.
“Call me Chuuya,” he says breathlessly before continuing in a soft voice so that only Dazai hears him, “you hot, gorgeous being.”
This is not happening.
Dazai moves to take his usual seat beside his friend, but Chuuya harshly elbows him out of the way as he takes Dazai’s seat. Dazai groans in pain as he clutches his stomach.
“But calling you Odasaku is so inappropriate! We’ve only just met, and you’re older than me.”
“Well, you’re my superior,” Odsaku says with a shrug. “Besides, that’s what Dazai calls me too.” He spares a glance at his friend. “Dazai, are you all right?”
Dazai opens his mouth to answer but Chuuya beats him to it. “Oh, he’s fine,” he says, touching Odasaku’s arm lightly before pulling away, a coy smile on his face. “Just another suicide attempt gone wrong.”
“Oh,” Odasaku says, and while Dazai usually appreciates the older man’s lackadaisical attitude, he could at least show him some concern.
On the other hand, Chuuya doesn't care about him at all; his attention already back on Odasaku. No, wait, it had never left. Dazai watches with a scowl on his face as Chuuya laughs.
“Well, I guess I’ll call you Odasaku then. I always did like to be close to my subordinates.”
Dazai scoffs, and he can see Chuuya tensing with the urge to punch him. Well, too bad. A smirk forms on Dazai’s lips as he takes a seat next to his partner. He orders a whiskey, and taps Chuuya on the shoulder casually.
“What drink do you want?” He already knows that Chuuya wants wine, but before his partner can answer, he says, “Odasaku, you really like the whiskey here, right?”
Chuuya clamps his mouth shut as he turns to Odasaku, eyes eagerly awaiting an answer.
“It’s my favourite,” Odasaku admits as he twirls his glass and looks at the liquid sloshing in it. “Malt whiskey.”
“Really?” Chuuya gushes. “Me too.”
Dazai resists the urge to scoff. Chuuya? Hard liquor? Yeah, and Dazai loves Mori. Besides the fact that Chuuya would be dead drunk from the first sip, he also hates the taste, as he constantly likes to tell Dazai, rather passive-aggressively might he add, during their drinking sessions as he extols the virtues of wine.
“That’s nice to know. Shall I get one for you?”
It’s amusing to watch Chuuya try to conceal the struggle on his face, and Dazai smiles as he says, “I’m sure Chuuya would love to – ”
“Oh, I’m afraid I’m in more of a wine mood today,” Chuuya says loudly over Dazai as he puts on a charming smile, and leans forward, resting his elbow on the table and his face in his hand so that he doesn't have to look at Dazai. It doesn't stop Dazai from hearing the unnecessarily breathy enunciation of “red wine” though.
Dazai rolls his eyes as Odasaku smiles and orders a glass for Chuuya, causing his partner to sigh dreamily. When Odasaku turns, Dazai catches his eyes over Chuuya’s head (the redhead is unbelievably short) and raises an eyebrow. Odasaku merely shrugs. Chuuya shifts and shoots a dark look at Dazai over his shoulder.
“What are you telling him?” he mouths.
“Nothing,” Dazai mouths back.
Chuuya narrows his eyes at Dazai and sticks his tongue out before turning back to the front, a perfect smile already in place. Chuuya swirls the red liquid in his glass once before taking a sip. He closes his eyes and lets out an appreciative moan as if he’s at an audition for a pornographic film. Dazai can see the bartender’s face going red as he busies himself with wiping another glass. Dazai’s pants might or might not be slightly tighter than before but at least all he can see on Odasaku’s face is amusement, at least until Chuuya licks his lips slowly, catching the drop of wine left on them, before tilting his head at Odasaku and purring, “you have such good taste.”
Odasaku actually doesn’t seem capable of a response for once, and luckily Dazai is spared from listening to more of the atrocities pouring out of Chuuya’s mouth when the bell chimes again.
“Ango!” he says, eyes sparkling so joyfully that the Information Agent takes a step back. “Hello!”
“Hi, Dazai-kun, Odasaku-san… Chuuya-san.”
“Just Chuuya is fine,” Chuuya says pleasantly as he gives Ango a polite smile. “Dazai’s friends are my friends too,” he adds, throwing a meaningful look in Odasaku’s direction.
Ango raises an eyebrow at Dazai and the Executive rolls his eyes in response. He gestures to the empty seat next to Odasaku, and Ango nods, taking the hint. But just as he reaches Dazai, he gets thrown off balance and crashes into the seat next to Dazai. He looks around in confusion and looks up to see innocent blue eyes blinking at him.
“Ango, are you all right?” there’s a warning gleam in them, and Ango isn’t dumb; he would much rather take his chances with Dazai.
“I’m fine. Must have slipped,” he says as he takes the seat, much to Dazai’s dismay.
“Really?” Dazai whispers to him.
“I don’t want to spend the rest of the night stuck to the ceiling.”
“I can nullify his Ability!”
“Hn.”
Dazai sulks. Chuuya beams like the damned sun.
“You know that Flawless sees into the future right?” Dazai asks Chuuya pointedly, loud enough that Ango but not Odasaku can hear it.
“Wasn’t it limited to attacks?”
“… You mean you didn't attack Ango?”
Chuuya gives Dazai a freezing smile and turns to Ango with a bright smile. “So, Ango, how did you guys meet?”
“These two dragged me here after work one day. They were really stinky that day, might I add,” Ango says, pulling a face and scrunching up his nose as if he could still smile the odour.
“You exaggerate,” Dazai complains.
“Dazai stinks all the time,” Chuuya agrees gleefully.
“Hey, he said we both stank.”
“Odasaku smells really nice,” Chuuya says, and Dazai sees Odasaku taking a not so small gulp of his whiskey. Chuuya spins around on his chair to look at Odasaku instead. “And how did you have the misfortune to meet the poster boy for insurance?”
Odasakue laughs at that, and even Ango sniggers though he tries to be discreet about it, unlike the other man. Dazai feels totally betrayed.
“It was just a random mission,” Odasaku answers with a shrug. “Nothing special.”
“You’re special. Dazai talks about you all the time,” Chuuya says with a honeyed smile, causing Odasaku to laugh again while Ango and Dazai exchange looks. “I’d love to be as intimate with you someday.”
Odasaku promptly stops laughing, and finishes his drink before signalling for another one. Chuuya looks absolutely smug as he rewards himself with a gulp of wine. Thankfully, he doesn’t pull the same trick again. Dazai is quite sure that Ango would flee, and he needs all the support he can get.
“Are you single?” Chuuya asks without any warning. Ango chokes on his drink, and the bartender drops his cloth before picking it up and pretending that nothing happened. Dazai rolls his eyes so hard he fears they might get stuck in his head. Odasaku remains as calm as ever. On the outside at least.
“I am.”
Dazai can practically feel the delight radiating off Chuuya as he leans closer to Odasaku. “Me too.”
Dazai kicks Ango’s legs.
“So am I,” Ango coughs out, to which Chuuya immediately replies, “interesting.”
Ango sulks.
Chuuya touches Odasaku’s arm lightly and doesn't remove his hand this time as he says, “it personally offends me that a man as gorgeous as yourself still isn’t taken.”
“I’m nothing special to look at.”
“I’d do a figure painting of you if I could. It’d be so worth the hours.”
Ango palms his face before swallowing his whiskey in one shot. Dazai sulks at his drink. Meanwhile, Odasaku catches Chuuya’s eyes and smiles. Dazai can literally hear Chuuya’s breath catching in his throat. He hopes Chuuya chokes to death.
“You’re something else yourself,” Odasaku says simply.
Chuuya turns a pretty shade of pink and he grabs his wine glass, all but draining it, before flashing Odasaku a shy smile. “You think so?”
“I do.”
Dazai cannot believe what he is hearing. He has to put a stop to this idiocy. For the sake of Ango’s sanity. Of course, that’s the moment his phone rings. Groaning to himself internally, Dazai takes his phone out and stares at the caller ID.
Dracula.
Yeah, he’s not taking that call.
“No one important,” he says with a smile as he silences his phone and stuffs in back into his pocket.
Chuuya opens his mouth to say something when his phone rings this time. He huffs in annoyance and fishes his phone out. His face brightens when he sees who’s calling.
“Boss! Hello ~~!” … “No, I’m not drunk. I’m just haappppyyyyy.”
Mori says something and Chuuya raises an eyebrow at Dazai.
“That shithead? Oh yeah, he’s riiiight beside meeee.”
Chuuya holds his phone out to Dazai, a huge grin on his face. “Boss wants to talk to yooou.”
Dazai growls as he snatches the phone from Chuuya and moves to the corner of the bar to take the call. He stays within hearing range, and keeps his eyes on Chuuya and Odasaku from his spot as he listens to Mori drone on about something that concerns Akutagawa and is hence entirely irrelevant.
Chuuya is obviously already tipsy, but he orders another glass of wine, and drinks it anyway. Dazai does not like where this is going. Not at all.
“Do you want to try it?” Chuuya asks Odasaku as he passes his wine to Odasaku.
“It’s fine,” the older man replies as he takes over the wine glass before Chuuya drops it onto the ground.
“I insist,” Chuuya says as he leans right into Odasaku’s personal space and looks up at the man with big blue eyes.
Odasaku swallows once before nodding mutely. He takes a small sip before placing back onto the counter. “It’s delicious.”
“Like you no doubt are,” Chuuya replies, fluttering his eyelashes.
Odasaku shoots Ango a pointed look that begs for help, but the Information Agent can only look helplessly between him and Chuuya.
“Err, Chuuya-san, can I try it too?” Ango asks.
“Sure thing,” Chuuya says readily though he only leans further into Odasaku.
Ango frowns, completely unsure of what to do. Dazai is severely tempted to hang up on Mori but the Boss would only call him back and then treat him to a ten minutes lecture.
Chuuya eventually falls off his chair but Odasaku catches him around his waist before he can crash to the ground. Dazai rolls his eyes because, come on, Chuuya never falls. Odasaku seems to realise that as well but he can’t very well just let go of the redhead who has taken to latching onto him as he giggles drunkenly.
“Thank you,” Chuuya says as he leans his head against Odasaku’s chest as he all but sits on Odasaku’s lap.
Ango looks like a deer caught in headlights, and Odasaku is faring no better, inhaling sharply, as Chuuya continuously shifts in his lap. Chuuya eventually straddles Odasaku and peers up at him through his locks with a heavy-lidded look. He presses a hand to Odasaku’s chest, and leans in closer, licking his lips that are stained wine red. Odasaku’s eyes are dilated, and Dazai really, really does not like where this is going.
“Can I try your drink too?” Chuuya whispers against his lips, and before Odasaku can answer, Chuuya presses his lips to his and makes use of the older man’s surprised gasp to sneak his tongue inside his mouth, moaning when he tastes the malt whiskey on Odasaku’s tongue.
Ango’s mouth drops open, and the bartender’s eyes go round as they take in the scene before them.
Okay, that’s it.
“I’ll handle him when I get back,” Dazai says and snaps Chuuya’s phone shut.
He strides over to where Chuuya has wrapped his arms around Odasaku’s neck, his eyes flashing when he sees Odasaku kissing back, though it’s not like he blames his friend. Not that much, anyway. With strength he didn't even know he posses, Dazai grabs Chuuya by the shoulder and forces him away from Odasaku. Chuuya lets out a whine, and Odasaku looks disoriented for all but two seconds before his gaze refocus and he looks over to Dazai.
The Executive raises an eyebrow at him. Most people would be trembling in fear, but Odasaku merely shrugs and orders another glass of whiskey, his face tinted a red that is definitely not because of the alcohol… Fine. It isn’t exactly his fault. Dazai turns dark eyes to the culprit in his arms.
“You’re drunk and doing a perfect rendition of a slug… oh wait,” he says.
Blue eyes glare at him. “You’re drunk… fish out of water…”
Uh-huh.
“I’m taking him home,” Dazai announces as he drags his partner out of the bar, swearing that he would never bring Chuuya to another one of his drinking sessions with Odasaku and Ango ever again.
“Odasaku would look so hot riding my bike,” Chuuya slurs as he spots his motorcycle and then he starts giggling. “I’d ride his bike.”
“Oh god…”
Dazai decides to leave Chuuya’s beloved motorcycle there, knowing that he would get shouted at in the morning, but it’s better than risking both their lives by trying to drive that thing now. Dazai had never fancied the damned bike anyway. He glares at the vehicle like it’s the cause of all his misery before tossing Chuuya into the passenger seat of his car.
Chuuya’s mostly silent for the car ride and Dazai thinks he has fallen asleep until he tugs at Dazai’s sleeve.
“What?”
“Can I have Odasaku’s number?”
“No.”
Chuuya pouts, but he doesn’t let go of Dazai’s sleeve.
“Can I go to your next drinking session then?”
“No.”
“Dazaaaai.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“No means no.”
Chuuya’s pout increase in intensity.
“Still no.”
“… Please?”
Dazai glances to his side and regrets it immediately when he’s attacked with teary baby blues.
“… Fine.”
Chuuya’s lips curve into a smirk, not caring he’s giving himself away. Well, it’s not as if Dazai doesn’t already know that it was just an act anyway. Dazai rolls his eyes as he presses the gas pedal.
He really regrets this.