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Cold.
So. Damn. Cold.
Of course Mori decided to send them on a mission to the middle of the woods where only a thin wooden wall protected them from the whistling winds outside. There were blankets, of course. And a bed. And a place for a fire. It should have been enough to keep two boys warm and alive through the dead of winter. And technically it was! Neither of their body temperatures had dropped to a point of hypothermia, and they were, in fact, alive. But by god, was it. Cold.
The mission was not the problem here, Dazai thought. In fact, it was so simple and mindless that dazai wondered why the two were even sent into the slicing winter air for it. And now, since it was so cold, he had to stay nearby in a little abandoned shack because the mafia was too far away and they couldn't go in public. So here they were.
On opposite sides of a pathetic little bed.
Wrapped in musty little blankets.
Shivering their frozen little asses off.
So. Damn. Cold.
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Though Chuuya - if he really tried - could feel the little bit of warm radiating off of Dazai, he stayed on his own side. It would probably be a good idea, combining their warms and their blankets. There wasn't a chance Dazai wasn't also freezing. The cold crept in through the walls, through the roof, through the floor, like an infectious disease looking to swallow them whole and transport them to its icy lair. He was even scrawnier than Chuuya, and that's saying something. The boy was thin. Scrawny, even. There was no way his lean muscles had enough surface area to keep warm. Maybe his back was warmer. He'd seen it plenty - gazed at it for as long as he could. It was well defined, mesmerizing how easy it was to watch each muscle work together, the skin easily moving across it. It was only partially because of him working out. Chuuya knew his exact workout routine. It was once, maybe twice a week if he was feeling alive. Chuuya always liked to tag along, although he didn't do much working out. Instead he sat, at started-
Go to sleep, chuuya.
Dazai was used to sleeping in the cold, his shitty metal container being a horrible insulators and all. But never had it been this piercings. Like if someone had an ability to channel all the wind in the earth through the one little crack near his leg and shoot it at him. Then, there was chuuya. He could easily cuddle up to him for warmth. He'd done so plenty of times in the past. Hell, he even got to sleep those times! And felt more comfortable. And more nervous. Why was this any different? Was it because he could clearly see the outline of chuuyas figure underneath the blanket? He was so easy to hold, his narrow waist the perfect size to squeeze like a stress toy, his fluffy hair in the perfect spot so its comforting scent traveled straight to him... Oh, how he would love that right now... To be saved from the cold...
"Chuuya, it's cold."
"Yeah, no shit..."
"Were there seriously no other blankets?"
"No, dumbass. You were the one who looked for them."
"..."
"Come over here. And share your blanket, too."
Dazai scooted the short distance between them as Chuuya rolled over. The glow from the fireplace lit up the outline of Chuuya, his vibrant eyes drawing attention. Then, he noticed Chuuya was shivering. Why did he stop scooching? And why was it so hot now? Maybe they didn't need to be so close. But maybe the way chuuyas hair fell matched the fire going behind him, and maybe it felt right.
He suddenly felt not just warmer, but like if someone had lit a fire in his chest. There was no other way he could explain the embers the covered his body as he realized they matched up perfectly to where Chuuya now was. He wrapped his arms loosely around him, not knowing why he wanted to wrap himself completely around Chuuya and squeeze him. Hold him so close and protect him. Maybe if this is where the first came from, he wouldn't be so cold. Maybe this was a good idea.
Chuuya wasn't cold anymore. Not once he was lying with his chest against dazai's, arms wrapped around him to feel those shoulder blades. Why did he want to run his hands in circles over them? Why did he want to press his head into dazai's neck? Why did he want to be allowed to touch dazai like this any time he wanted? Why did it have to be on such a cold day and under such a dire and excusable situation? What the heck. It'll be warmer
As dazai felt the warmth and mess of hair press against his neck and chin, his heart explodes in flames. What? Huh? Why was Chuuya suddenly so close to him? Just an hour earlier he was repeating how much he hated dazai's guts. But now he's touching them! The thin fabric between their stomachs felt like it could be lit on fire, the foreign desire to touch and connect overwhelming him. Hesitantly, he slid a hand up under chuuyas t-shirt, making a dire attempt to memorize every square inch of his back and the way his hand lit up in flames. He pressed the boy closer to him, figuring he could explain it dby saying that his hand was just cold, and he wanted him closer. To share his warmth. Because it was cold.
Chuuyas gut erupted in flames. Dazai's sudden but oh-so-careful grazing of his skin made the deep feeling in his gut jump. He'd never felt that before. He didn't know guts had that muscle. But here it was being overworked. Suddenly, he wanted to it for himself. He dragged his hand up to dazai's neck, and nestled his head further into the crook of the tall boy's.
A jump.
Then a shudder.
Huh. His hand really must have been freezing - the same reason that dazai was now caressing his back. What a weird new sensation. What a weird feeling to be held by someone. Oh, shit! Dazai's holding holding him! With the same distance as those lovey dovey couples on Valentine's Day! Why was he holding onto dazai so tight? Why were their legs now entwined together? Why was dazai's no-longer cold hand soothing his back? He tried not to jump at this realization, so as not to scare dazai away. It was weird... But kind of welcomed.
Why did he suddenly want a kiss?
Dazai's whole body was on fire. No longer was the sharpness of the winter wind the first thing on his mind. Instead, it was how close he and chuuya were, and how pretty he looked. Wrapped up in his arms like this, his head facing away from dazai, he was free to look. So he did. He stared at Chuuya, looking at his pretty figure, the curled up legs leading into the hips, with a strep slope to his stomach, near his back where he was- still rubbing?? How Chuuya had not punched him was still a mystery. But he had to remember this experience, because there is no way it could happen again. No way would Chuuya want to touch him and for him to touch Chuuya. They were both out of it. The blood splattered on their shirts and clothes had finally made them go insane. The same shirts that they were both pretending didn't exist.
Come to think of it, it's getting pretty hot.
Skin to skin is the best way to keep warm, isn't it?
Dazai sat up, and removed his shirt, just now realizing how warm they and the bed were. Cuddling had been a great strategy! Chuuya seemed a little shocked at first, then joined him in removing his own shirt, clearly understanding how well skin to skin worked.
Was dazai taking off his shirt??
There was no way he could be watching this. The dim lighting would surely cover up his staring, right??? Realizing he had froze, he also removed his shirt, not wanting to miss an opportunity. As they both settled back down to the bed, further than they were before, Chuuya grazed his hand down dazai's chest, feeling the tingle left in it's wake. The contracting of his abdomen. Firmly, he grabbed hold of dazai, knowing that despite his lack, pulling him would be difficult.
But worth it.
Holy hell. The flame erupting inside him from chuuyas touch turned into a whole forest fire across his whole body. the gentle touches down his chest made alarm bells go off in his head, screaming "Holy hell." It was hard to comprehend that they could still get closer, whatever braincells he had left running around his head trying to think of an explanation for what was going ON.
Then, blank.
He did, said, and thought of nothing. the feel of chuuyas continued touching of his chest mixed with the new burning sensation of lips on his collar bone was too much for him to handle. The way his breathing hitched only seeming to encourage chuuyas to get his second hand somewhere on him and move his lips further up his neck. Slow, tired, but hot. Oh, so hot.
Is this what he's been wanting? How did chuuyas know it before him? And how did he make it feel so good? He needed to get revenge on chuuya. Revenge for finally being one step ahead of him. So, when chuuya got to the perfect point in his line of kisses, he put his hand on the back of his head to redirect the boy's lips straight to his, where they sat, absorbing in the electric feeling. Exactly what they realized just that night, just 5 minutes ago (or less) was what they wanted. The cold really didn't matter anymore. It's warmer in someone else's arms, anyway.