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1.
Dazai wiggles his toes in the sand and relishes the cold cocoon of the sand pile making up his ‘tail’. Chuuya lets out a sigh that’s half exasperation and half fondness, but he keeps on running his fingers all over Dazai’s scalp anyway.
It’s the height of summer and there’s probably a million kids running all over the beach, but Chuuya’s somehow able to find them the perfect spot anyway. There’s a huge umbrella shielding them from being baked under the sun, there’s a cooler filled with beer and ice cream and water, there’s a picnic basket filled with sandwiches and a picnic blanket under Chuuya’s ass.
Everything’s kind of perfect, despite the rather… mundane outing.
Their last weekend date involved jet-skiing all the way to Hokkaido with creative use of Chuuya’s gravity manipulation, but there are times that they prefer to try tamer things.
Dazai feels Chuuya shuffle closer, so that his thighs are on either side of Dazai’s head. It’s not a soft pillow at all, given that Chuuya’s muscles are very well-developed, but Dazai figures that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. He tilts his head so that he’s kissing the inside of Chuuya’s thigh, grins in satisfaction when he feels Chuuya’s thighs tense and start to trap his head. Dazai’s aware that Chuuya’s strong enough to twist his head apart using his thighs and that’s really part of the appeal. He keeps on kissing Chuuya’s thigh and Chuuya keeps on playing with his hair.
It’s one of the best summer outings he’s ever had.
2.
Dazai gets Chuuya to help him with the bandages sometimes. He’s used to doing it himself, given that he has more than two decades of practice, but there’s something interesting in the way Chuuya’s fingers linger and trace the edges of the bandages.
So, recently, Dazai usually proclaims laziness in removing his bandages before settling in for the night. And Chuuya always indulges him, even if it’s supposedly just to shut him up and because he probably sweated through the bandages and Chuuya’s not going to sleep beside a stinky mackerel.
Chuuya’s also prone to kissing the edges of the bandages. Dazai likes the thrilling feeling of those warm lips trailing over his skin, the warmth not disappearing even when over the thin, white cloth.
Dazai likes it, especially when he not-so-coincidentally bumps to Chuuya in the middle of the day. Atsushi’s behind him, who immediately greets Akutagawa who’s beside Chuuya. Dazai lets his two protégés do their own song-and-dance of kittenish flirting as he steals the hat from Chuuya’s head.
Chuuya, of course, curses him to hell and back and tries to jump for the hat. It’s always pretty funny, reminding Dazai of a cat trying to jump after a laser pointer. It’s also pretty nice, especially since Chuuya jumps unnecessarily close until he’s nearly rubbing his entire body against him. Chuuya can be rather shameless like that, after all.
Chuuya also apparently has Strong Feelings about Dazai’s bandages not being done neatly enough, because he reaches up and redoes the wrapping around Dazai’s neck, right in the middle of the sidewalk. Without a care for the passersby, Chuuya finishes it up with dozens of butterfly kisses around Dazai’s neck, as though he’s making a makeshift choker there.
Atsushi and Akutagawa choke on thin air upon watching them. Dazai hopes that this display will give those two inspiration.
And then Chuuya starts choking him, for taking his hat hostage.
Really.
What a cute tsundere his husband is.
3.
Meetings are always boring.
But this meeting isn’t as boring as the others. There are representatives from all the Ability organizations around the world and they’re all in Yokohama for the second annual Ability Alliance meeting. That part is still pretty boring, because it’s mostly just to update each other and try to sniff each other’s hidden agendas out. Nobody wants a repeat of the Dostoevsky clusterfuck, after all.
The not-so-boring part is the fact that he’s seated right across Chuuya.
Chuuya’s supposed to wear a new suit, but Dazai’s very convincing when he doesn’t want Chuuya to look too nice in front of others.
…well, he pretty much just annoyed Chuuya to agreement, but a win is a win.
The table is long but narrow and if Dazai stretches out his legs, he can kick Chuuya in the shin, so that’s what he does. It’s an art, kicking each other under the table without it being obvious to everyone. It’s harder on Chuuya, because he’s glaring daggers, like he’s dying to simply kick the table off and punch Dazai in the face for dirtying his pants.
Fortunately for Yokohama’s reputation, Chuuya doesn’t end up losing his temper in the middle of the meeting.
They break for buffet lunch, and Dazai hurriedly makes his way around the table so he can start making amends. He doesn’t want to get punched in the face, after all—not yet. They can leave that excitement up for later tonight, when they can enjoy the Jacuzzi in their hotel room.
Dazai leans down and keeps one hand at the back of Chuuya’s chair. It’s a pose reminiscent of them at dinner—or really, whenever Dazai wants to earn favor by offering to bring things to Chuuya—and it shows with the way Chuuya instinctively tilts his cheek upward. Dazai’s lips hone in on that offering, kissing it as he murmurs about getting food for the two of them from the buffet table.
It’s such an everyday ritual for the two of them that Dazai doesn’t immediately realize that a lot of the guests are now staring at them.
Dazai shrugs, then grins as lasciviously as he can. He can’t help but wonder if the people who’ve booked the hotel room beside theirs are now saying goodbye to a good night’s sleep.
4.
“I keep on telling you to wear gloves,” Chuuya grouses as Dazai wiggles—or at least, attempts to—his pale, stiff fingers that have been ravaged by the cold. “Why do you never listen to me?!”
“I try, but all I hear is barking,” Dazai says with a grin as he dodges Chuuya’s kicks for that comment. “Mou, Chuuya, have mercy on me!”
“You deserve to rot in hell,” Chuuya declares as spitefully as he can, which is not very much, given that he’s tightly holding Dazai’s hands against his cheeks in an effort to warm them.
Chuuya’s blushing a fetching pink and Dazai feels like there’s summer right here, in-between his hands.
Dazai’s hands don’t warm up fast enough for Chuuya’s liking, apparently, because Chuuya ends up shifting so that he’s kissing the fingertips instead. It’s surprisingly endearing, at odds with Chuuya’s propensity to be loud and violent towards him.
It’s also done without a care for the general public.
Atsushi loudly clears his throat. “Um, Dazai-san, Chuuya-san, you’re kind of blocking the way…”
Chuuya’s flustered as he walks off to some random supermarket aisle, but he doesn’t let go of Dazai’s hand.
5.
Dazai’s the type who can weather swallowing a dozen poisoned mushrooms and getting injected with a dozen more poisoned serums, but there’s something very annoying about the common cold. He makes sure to let Chuuya know about said annoyance by clinging to him like an overgrown koala and moaning about his terrible fate.
For his part, Chuuya doesn’t slap his hands away too forcefully. Married life is a nice look on him, all disgusted curl of his lip as Dazai makes sure that spit and snot is flying everywhere, but mostly in the direction of Chuuya’s face. The traditional vow says ‘in sickness and in health’ and Dazai is determined to spread his germs to Chuuya.
Chuuya doesn’t look like he appreciates his Infection Plan, but he still dutifully takes time-off and makes ginger tea and cooks crab-and-clam chowder and he gives Dazai a sponge bath. Chuuya doesn’t wrap Dazai up in bandages, because he will just sweat through them and will make them feel like wet tissue paper against Chuuya when they cuddle. Chuuya even amuses Dazai by watching terrible B-grade horror movies with him, even though he keeps on slapping a hand over his mouth whenever he tries to spoil the plot by predicting the next ninety minutes in the flu-croaky voice of his.
It’s all very terrible, really. Because now, Dazai is starting to have thoughts of wanting to stay sick forever if it means he gets to have this kind of royal treatment. Maybe he can pretend to have a flu relapse next week and have Chuuya slack off from work and not protest so much when he chooses yet another batch of horrible movies. It’s a thought that he lets simmer in the backburner of his mind.
He thinks about it and a hundred other things, but Chuuya’s presence all around him is really comforting and it’s too peaceful, that the tides inside his mind quiets down into a low murmur. He doesn’t even notice that he’s fallen asleep, not until he’s blinking up groggily to Chuuya kissing his clammy forehead.
“Why are you molesting me in my sleep, Chuuya?”
“I am not,” Chuuya denies with red suffusing his cheeks. He pulls away, making it apparent that he’s apparently tucked Dazai in like a sleeping princess in his futon. “Go back to sleep, you ass.”
“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” Dazai whines. “Molest me more, come on~~~♪”
“Your brain is fried by your flu,” Chuuya says with a shake of his head, but he leans back down anyway. The angle is slightly off, so their noses end up bumping together. Dazai nuzzles up to him, a flu-ridden version of an Eskimo kiss. So that Chuuya will stop looking at him like he’s grown three heads for being so gentle, Dazai makes a show of sneezing in front of Chuuya’s face.
“You’re absolutely disgusting,” Chuuya complains, but he settles beside Dazai anyway.
+1.
Dazai eagerly watches Chuuya place stamp his signature on the form. With that one motion, Chuuya’s legalized his agreement to be with Dazai for the rest of their lives.
It’s a ceremony without a lot of fanfare, done purely for legal and bureaucratic means. Their witnesses are passersby that Dazai has… convinced to spend an hour of their time to act as witnesses for a civil wedding. It’s not like the two of them could invite their friends—Dazai has none anymore, OdaSaku and Ango gone in different senses of the word. Chuuya’s friends are loyal to the Port Mafia and would shoot the traitor Executive on sight.
In a way, this can be considered a shotgun marriage.
Dazai would be lying if he says that he hasn’t ever thought of Chuuya in this way—bound to him forever—but he didn’t plan this. This is him approaching the situation blindly. Maybe it isn’t so surprising that he hastened the process as soon as Chuuya indicated that he’s okay with being bound to Dazai. After all, they just got engaged last night. They don’t even have engagement rings. The rings that they’ve presented to the officials just now were pickpocketed by Dazai, as they haven’t had the chance to go to jewelry shops.
Dazai wouldn’t be able to join Chuuya in going ring shopping, because jewelry shops have tight security and therefore security cameras, and he’s supposed to be lying low as his records are cleared.
Dazai shouldn’t be out and about and he definitely shouldn’t be marrying a chibi hatrack with a too-vibrant presence and a too-strong punch. But he is. He wants this badly enough that after the disaster of yesterday (getting kidnapped by people who have a grudge on him and having to be rescued by an angry Chihuahua despite them not being official partners anymore), he doesn’t even give Chuuya a chance to get back to his apartment, to change clothes and perhaps change his mind.
The two of them, still covered in light bruises and general disarray, practically camp out in front of the office building so that they’re first in line in the queue for getting a marriage license.
It’s all terribly normal and there’s hardly a sense of romance and there’s certainly no wedding bells ringing, but—
Dazai watches Chuuya watching him.
Instinctively, Dazai leans down and catches Chuuya’s whisper of ‘till death do us part’ and swallows it into his own body, feels it warm him from inside out. Their kiss is warm and almost too pure, and it’s the best feeling that he’s ever felt.
“Till death do us part,” Dazai whispers back after their kiss.
Chuuya smiles at him, that smile that is equal parts affectionate and cocky, like he’s just raring to go, like he’s excited to start wrecking Dazai’s world and rebuilding it anew.
Dazai kisses him again, because he could.
And so, the rest of their life begins.