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Dazai hadn't slept in days, he didn't know if they were 5 or perhaps 6, he was rolling around on his bed and he couldn't get comfortable and even be close to actually closing his eyes and drifting off. He was so infuriated, but in the kind of way he felt like crying but what would be the point, but that won't help him get anywhere. What will though are his feet and so he went out, without his coat, just in his sleep clothes, too tired to care, too tired to even think.
He wound up in a familiar place, he has spent so much time in the little slug's apartment and he knew that Chuuya was really angry with him, he would probably kill him if he sees him right now. After all Dazai was the one who left without a word his "partner" of more than 5 years. He was so tired for god's sake.. He tought death by Chuuya's hands will be one of the best ways to die..
But now sleep was on his mind. When it came to sleeping at night Dazai had noticed that Chuuya had some kind of special influence on him, just the familiarity or maybe the safety of his short hat-rack helped him through some tough nights, made him relax and just sleep, sure it wasn't for long, because they usually had work in the morning, but that's what he wants now.
Breaking in silently through the window, using his well trained stealth skills, he quickly found Chuuya's bed and just stared for a second, he looked so peaceful, he hoped he wouldnt somehow wake him up. He just layed down, on the bed, next to Chuuya, less than half a metre away from him, wasn't enough. It just wasn't, now that he was close he realized how much he wanted more, god he was so pathetic. He was facing his back away from Chuuya, because he couldn't bare look at his face while his partner wasn't even aware of his presence and so he reached his hand and gently caressed Chuuya's hand, what the hell was he doing, he didn't know. He was so tired and completely out of it, like he was drunk but without the dizziness and nausea and he was certain he will remember what happened later. He took his ex-partner hand when he finally turned around because it was uncomfortable doing all of this with his back turned.
Oh shit.
The chibi was awake, his eyes staring at him barely opened but clearly not closed and then Dazai remembered how Chuuya was. He didn't want him to start yelling, calling him a thousand curses, so he just moved his hand to cover the chibi's mouth, just like that. Chuuya didnt utter a word, just sighed really heavily like he was letting all his air out of his system all at once. They stared sleepily at each other, one more sleepy than the other.
In a moment Dazai didn't even realize how fast it happened but Chuuya tugged him close and pressed Dazai's head in his chest. Bliss. That's was how it felt, the butterflies, the warmth of Chuuya's body and his own increasing one and the smell, he missed the chibi's smell so much, was that gross? He didn't care. Even if that was some kind of new suffocation thechnique Chuuya was using to kill him, he was more than happy to go this way.
"How many?" Chuuya knew him well, he couldn't argue with that. "I think 5 but 'am not sure" his voice was so muffled and so quiet, he had troubles understanding himself. But Chuuya understood, he always somehow did.
"Damn mackerel"
Chuuya hand gently started sliding under Dazai's shirt and started genlty massaging his back muscles. He loved Chuuya's touch so much, he would never admit it ever. This felt delightful, being touched and caressed and even fully embraced by the person he loves most was just.. unearthly. Chuuya really was a god, even if it wasn't for the one locked inside him, he still would be one.
Chuuya had rested his head on top of Dazai's and Dazai had wrapped his hands around the smaller's body and was rubbing his finger on his back because he didn't have the energy for anything more. Dazai wanted this so bad, every day. But alas he can't have it and it's mostly his fault and partly his promise's fault. He finally felt like he was dozing off, so easily, just like that.. Of course it required a sweet little chibi next to him, but he could not complain at all.
Chuuya soon fell asleep too, hands still under Dazai's shirt, holding him as tightly, hoping he won't leave again.