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“How about that?”
Chuuya sighs and tosses his head back into the pillows. “No.”
Somewhere below Chuuyai’s line of vision, Dazai hums. There’s the wet sensation of Dazai’s spit on his skin, a wet little circle drawn around his nipple. And then-- well, not nothing, but Chuuya wouldn’t really call it feeling, either. It’s the very palpable absence of feeling.
Which Chuuya guesses is a feeling, more or less. He frowns at the ceiling.
Dazai does something else, then hums. “How about that?”
“No. What did you do?”
“Bit it.”
“Don’t,” Chuuya huffs. “Just because I can’t feel it doesn’t mean you can bite my nipple off.”
“I didn’t bite it off .” Dazai sits up, and Chuuya tips his face downward so he can look at the redhead, knelt next to him on the bed. They’re in a hotel in Tokyo, killing time until night falls and they can carry out some mission or other. It’s kind of cold in the hotel room, and Chuuya thinks about pushing Dazai off and putting his shirt back on. But Dazai seems to be enjoying this, so he doesn’t. He just lets goose pimples rise all over his chest.
But then Dazai reaches into his pocket and pulls out Chuuya’s lighter, a devilish, excited glint in his eyes, and Chuuya sits up quick. “ No .”
“Come on, don’t you want to see? Maybe a little spark will jolt it back to life. Re-animate it.”
Chuuya grunts. “Or maybe you’ll burn my nipple off and set the rest of my chest on fire.” He stretches his arms over his head and yawns. It’s just barely starting to get dark outside. “The nerves are disconnected, Dazai. You can’t just re-animate them.”
“Could too,” Dazai says sullenly, dropping the lighter onto the bed.
“Could not.”
“Could too .” Dazai reaches over and tweaks one of Chuuya’s nipples again. The only feeling is the tug of the rest of the skin around it, and then that one point of non-feeling where Dazai’s fingers are actually touching it. “Did you feel that?”
“No, dipshit.”
“Hm.” Dazai lets go, fingers hovering around his chest still. It’s quiet enough in the hotel room that Chuuya can feel his contemplative breathing as he scoots closer. Chuuya’s not really sure he loves the way Dazai’s looking at him, like he’s a science experiment. But at least he’s got Dazai’s eyes on him.
For a second, he has the idea that he should be self-conscious: Dazai’s still fully clothed, and Chuuya’s topless on the bed, Dazai’s fingers trailing back and forth now between Chuuya’s two half-defunct nipples, scrutinizing the skin. But the only feeling is a little thrill running back and forth along Chuuya’s spine. Dazai’s been interested in the whole process of Chuuya’s surgery, which would be surprising only if Dazai wasn’t a little freak raised by a surgeon, or if Dazai wasn’t a little freak with an open obsession with Chuuya.
Chuuya had drawn the line at letting Dazai do the surgery, which Dazai had been quite unhappy about. But there was only so much Chuuya can handle, and he doesn’t even want to know how that would have gone.
Dazai digs his nail into the skin an inch below Chuuya’s right nipple, and Chuuya jerks. “Ow!”
“Did you feel that?”
“No shit I felt that.”
Dazai’s fingers skate down a little further, trailing instead along the line of scar tissue there. They’re more or less healed, and Chuuya barely thinks about them now.
Except suddenly they feel all the more sensitive with Dazai’s fingers on them. The skin seems to tingle, coming to life where cold fingers skate along it. He only rubs the pads of his fingers over the scar lightly, not pressing, surprisingly gentle. This is Dazai, afterall, Chuuya reminds himself, trying to get his heartbeat under control. Dazai, who plays with knives for fun and hates puppies and kills people. That Dazai, now gently running his fingers over Chuuya’s scars, lips pursed.
“...I feel that too,” Chuuya says awkwardly.
Dazai nods, pulling his fingers away. His shoulders untense in Chuuya’s periphery. The ringing in Chuuya’s ears stops, and he lets out a nervous laugh. What the fuck?
There’s a little movement and then Dazai’s holding up the lighter again, grinning.
Chuuya shuffles backwards on the bed. “ No , Dazai.”
“Chuuya never lets me have any fun!”