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Chuuya decided he wouldn’t listen to Dazai ever again, as the mackerel was leading him through the forest blindfolded.
“Are we there yet? It's taking fucking forever!”
“Patience, slug. We're almost there.”
That didn't make Chuuya stop grumbling. The blindfold was starting to itch and he had no idea where Dazai was taking him. Knowing the bastard, it could be anything.
After a few more minutes, right when Chuuya was ready to throw the blindfold and Dazai with it, they stopped walking. Startled, Chuuya almost tripped and if it wasn't for Dazai's arms catching him he would've face-planted right onto the ground. It only added to his irritation. He felt his face heat up with anger, and definitely not because of the feeling of Dazai's thin arm gently wrapped around his waist.
“Okay Chibi, we're here!”
Chuuya stepped away from the brunette and mumbled a 'fucking finally' while taking the blindfold off. He was surprised Dazai didn't insist on taking it off himself, but oh well, Chuuya wasn't going to complain.
When he opened his eyes, it took a few seconds for his vision to stop being blurry. But when it did, the mafioso's breath caught in his throat.
Before him was a small gazebo, illuminated by small candles on the ground. A bottle of wine was placed on a blanket, as well as two glasses. The dim light of the candles and the moonlight reflected on the water below.
It was beautiful.
A wide smile spread out on Chuuya's face and he turned to his boyfriend, amazed. Dazai was already looking at him, his gaze soft and warm. On that exact moment, Chuuya realized once again how it felt to be loved. The adoring smile Dazai was giving him would've been enough to have him melting.
“It's beautiful, thank you Osamu.”
Hearing his given name whispered so softly seemed to do things to Dazai. If Chuuya hadn't known him like he did he probably wouldn't have noticed the way his breath hitched or the emotional look his eyes revealed for a split second.
Taking his hand, the brunette led him to the gazebo. He let go to open the bottle and pour two glasses. He offered one to Chuuya.
“Happy birthday my love.”
The redhead accepted the glass and pulled the detective by the arm to steal a kiss. When their lips met, he let out a pleased sound. It had been a while since they have been able to enjoy each-other's presence like this.
One of Dazai's hands came to cup the redheads cheek, soothing it with his thumb. Suddenly feeling the need to have more of it, Chuuya's arms came around his neck to pull him impossibly closer, until their bodies were flushed together. Dazai’s tongue came to tease his lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter. Permission that was happily granted, as Chuuya slightly parted his lips to allow him inside. Dazai’s free hand settled on his waist, circling lower and lower.
When said hand reached his butt and squeezed, Chuuya gasped into the kiss. He could feel Dazai smile against his lips, the bastard.
“We are not fucking here.” He warned the mackerel.
Dazai raised both hands in front of him in defense.
“It wasn't my intention slug, I promise. I just wanted to enjoy a nice evening with my love for his birthday.”
“I have some trouble believing that.”
Dazai dramatically brought a hand to his heart, like he had been stabbed.
“You hurt me, chibi. How can someone so small be so mean, I wonder?” He said while wiping away imaginary tears.
“Idiot.”
Chuuya crossed his arms and turned away, knowing that Dazai couldn't stand it. And as expected, the detective soon started whining and pulling Chuuya’s arm to make him stop ignoring him.
“Chuuya, baby, look at meee... Pleaaase, Chuu~ya!”
Seeing it didn't work, he changed tactics. He leaned to whisper in the man's ear.
“I'm sorry, my love. Please forgive me. I love you~...”
Chuuya was now bright red, but he stubbornly continued to ignore him. And then, an idea started to grow in his mind: if Dazai was insisting on being a little shit, fine. But two can play that game.
When Chuuya finally turned to look at him, Dazai was only able to gloat for a second before he noticed the sad puppy eyes of the redhead. See, he hated dogs, but that look on Chuuya? It made him so weak. He knew it was fake, of course he did, but he couldn't help it. At that moment, he would've agreed to anything Chuuya asked.
And Chuuya knew it, too.