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The two drunken teenagers have just gotten back from the Port Mafia's annual halloween party Mori was adamant on everyone attending as a team building exercise, Chuuya being in a vampire costume, vibrant red contacts in his eyes, long and sharp fake fangs, a rather fancy looking black and red suit, the costume nearly perfect in it's execution… and Dazai with a fluffy cat ears headband on and cheap bell choker, the choker being one of chuuya's with a cheap bell attached to it, because obviously he forgot about the Halloween party, or he just couldn't bother, you could never tell which was which with the man, his hair messy and chaotic as ever, the cat ears barely visible through it, but still clearly there, he was still wearing his usual suit, that part rarely changed, if ever, Chuuya only seeing him in the same suit or the clothes Dazai stole from his closet when he ‘accidentally’ buys clothes a few sizes too large.
…And that's how they got in Their current situation, Dazai, like the annoying menace he is, deciding to drunkenly initiate a pillow fight with the short ginger, grinning mischeviously when he hit Chuuya in the back of his head with one of the soft, fluffy, decorative pillows on Chuuya’s couch, yelping when the short man, somehow unfairly stronger than him, turned around swiftly and took the pillow back, returning the hit a bit harder, smiling, both of the teens already having passed the point of tipsy a long time ago, so Chuuya’s reaction was a bit milder, almost as if amused instead of the usual annoyance, Both their movements slowed down and more sluggish, Dazai already attempting to grab another pillow from Chuuya's couch as the shorter hits him again, mainly to get back at him, also to mess with him, grinning, the two acting like regular teenagers they rarely had the ability to be during the small, harmless fight that broke out, Dazai obviously a lot more drunk and much weaker, easily swept off his feet onto the couch at some point, really just trying to defend himself from the hits after that, both of them laughing, Dazai drunkenly noticing the fangs in Chuuya's mouth, his brain short circuiting at the newfound revelation as it goes to some less than holy places, just imagining chuuya's mouth on his neck with those long, sharp fangs, much bigger than Chuuya's natural small fangs he was so stubborn on not having, sinking into his skin, leaving two deeper wounds on top of his teeth marks, biting into him harshly or gently he didn't particularly care about that part, his body covered in the red bites and marks of every sort- aaand dangerous line of thought! Dazai snapped out of it, still attempting to defend himself from the pillow hits still laughing with Chuuya, the thought at the back of his mind.
The two got tired after a while of the small fight, sitting down on the Smaller executive's couch, the Brunette, as usual, clinging to Chuuya, resting his chin on his shoulder as he focuses more on the fangs than anything else, Chuuya finally deciding he wants to uncomfortable Halloween props off, taking off the red contacts sluggishly, drunkenly struggling quite a bit to get them off without poking himself in the eye and taking off his rather large amount of jewelry and black gloves, succeeding with those tasks after a while before turning his focus to the fangs attempting to get them off, only to realize they're glued on quite strongly, which posed some issues, groaning frustrated as he tried to get them off.
“Oi! Mackerel, stop staring and help me get them out?” Chuuya turned to the slightly younger suddenly, looking at him, the annoyance was always much more skilled with such small tasks.
“Aw? Chibi's getting rid of them so soon? I think it kind of matches you, you should keep them on, makes you look more intimidating than the small little slug you currently are!” The taller teased, not making a move to help, not yet at least, although he was usually fast to submit to any of Chuuya's demands, hoping he'd be able to convince the ginger to keep the fangs on, but really too drunk to make the first move, Chuuya, clearly displeased and absolutely clueless of the Taller's desires, not budging in the topic, he wanted them off.
“Come on! Just help me take them off, they're getting uncomfortable, I'm not going to sleep in them!”
Dazai sighs at that, straightening up as he grabs Chuuya's chin gently, making the older look up at him, inspecting the plastic fangs, both of the teens aware of the nature of the position and probably aware of their feelings for eachother, or in the very late stages of denial, both having a small blush on their faces, one they'll absolutely blame on the alcohol later in life, but they don't make a move to switch positions, not against it in any way as Dazai puts two of his fingers in Chuuya's mouth, attempting to pry the fangs off gently, or at least trying to loosen the glue, trying for quite some time, secretly being a bit slower with the movements to savor the moment, the Brunette wanting to take in every detail of the pretty ginger, especially the fangs, also enjoying looking at his face up close, how his face has a distinct sharpness to it nobody could even dare to attempt to replicate, the small redness on his cheeks and the tip of his nose perfectly matching his two coloured eyes, bringing out the color in them to make them even more beautiful than they already were, the soft freckles littering his face, slightly covered by his slightly messy hair, his lips a matching, gorgeous shade of a faint, yet vibrant pink, looking so kissable… aaaand dangerous line of thoughts again! Dazai shook his head, earning a raised brow from the smaller, one Dazai ignored as he succeeded in popping the fang off, much to the younger’s disappointment, putting the piece of plastic on the coffee table, attempting to pry the second one off, fully focused on the task, popping the other one in no time, pouting at that, clearly dissatisfied with the outcome.
“Now Chuuya looks more lame! Like a normal, boring chihuahua! And my hand is all wet with his spit and chibi germs!” Dazai complained loudly with clear disappointment.
“Oi! I'm not a dog dammit! Why are you still on that bullshit?!”
“Slug is my loyal guard dog of course!”
“I am not a guard dog dammit! Cut it out mackerel!”
“Will not~! You lost the bet!”
“You rigged it! That was almost 3 years ago!”
“I did no such thing! I don't know that you're talking about, tragically it's nearly impossible to hear microorganisms!’’ Dazai said with an innocent grin, clearly having done something to the arcade machine all these years back.
“I am NOT that small! I'm still growing dammit!”
“Oh? Are you really? You've been saying that for 3 years now, yet I haven't seen you grow a single centimeter! Are you sure you're not done growing already? you know, it's good if you don't grow, Santa needs his elves and Christmas is coming soon!”
“I'm just growing slower! And I'm not an elf damnit!”
“Keep telling yourself that chibi! You're a tiny, tiny little slug! But don't worry, as your beloved owner I'll take care of you anyways, like any good owner should!”
“You little-!”
“The only little thing here is Chuuya~!”
The whole night went like that, endless bickering filling Chuuya's apartment, it was how it usually went on those types of nights, the interaction regularly ending with the two teens accidentally falling asleep next to each other, Dazai draped over Chuuya comfortably, after stubbornly refusing to move away, still wearing the cat ears he forgot he was even wearing, Chuuya not bothering to tell the annoyance, they didn't seem to bother him and they looked kind of good on him if the older had anything to say about it, Chuuya was used to Dazai's clinginess by now, also softly asleep, Dazai's mind already mischievously plotting on how to get Chuuya to wear the fangs again…