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“Atsushi kun” a smooth, playful voice calls to him their hand trailing down his neck slow enough for Atsushi can feel the blunt nails against his skin “Your so good for me Atsushi kun” the voice murmurs into his ear as their trailing hand reaches his chest pressing their palm flatly against him
Atsushi opens his mouth but no words come out
Nothing ever does when he has these dreams
Having to only feel the teasing touches the not-quite-there kisses and the whispered praises being unable to respond or look,
“Your always so good for me, always listening—but never enough to get predictable” they huff out a laugh as the kiss at Atsushi’s neck gently, “like a paper plane I can never be sure where you flow off too perfectly”
Atsushi’s muddled thoughts try to guess who he could possibly be dreaming off but crosses everyone he knows out,
‘There’s no one who fits the description’ (there is but Atsushi refuses because there’s no way)
Maybe it’s just—nothing — maybe it really is a figment of my imagination,
(If so then why is it always the same voice? The same cadence, and talking style that never changes)
Atsushi shakes his head willing his thoughts away only too shudder as the phantom touch presses their lips against his jaw
Atsushi gasps unable to do anything but feel this dream continue, the coldness of the touches familiar but nothing ever leads him too anyone he knows
Who would he even think of like this?
“Come now Atsushi kun, don’t take your focus away from me”
The nip at his neck emphasising the request—no command - Atsushi jolting at each and every emphasising nip as he releases a helpless whimper as they slowly move their hand down his body unbuttoning his outfit one by one giving him murmured teasing praises inbetween every kiss and nip,
Atsushi turns wanting to see— please let him see who— as they lean closer too eachother lips, so close that he could feel their breaths mingling,
Atsushi feels his heart thud wildly against his ribcage practically trying to burst out,
Managing to grab a hold of their sleeve—the color of sand— as he feels himself flush down too his neck wanting desperately to go farther,
The voice chuckles—amused?— as they put their hand over his free one lacing them together,
As finally Atsushi feels their mouth slot against his so perfectly it feels like that’s what it should’ve been he—
Atsushi jolted awake face burning but his heart light as if the praise the touches were real,
Feeling the softness of the pillow against his heated skin trying to will it away through suffocation
“This stupid stupid dream again” he murmurs flustered
This isn’t the first time Atsushi had that dream, and he’s starting to think it wouldn’t be the last either,
He sighs as he got up willing the blush away (although not fully succeeding) deciding to focus on work instead maybe he’d forget about it then,
….
He didn’t,
It’s nearing the end of the day and it still feels like the dream is affecting him,
He tries
He really does!
But he can’t help but feel…light on his feet—fulfilled??
Atsushi isn’t sure, but what he does know is that he’s atleast able to focus on work now,
‘I mean’ he starts thinking to himself as he corrects a sentence he messed up
‘It’s just a dream, it’s not like it should dominate my entire day or anything! It wasn’t that important anyways, just a good stress relief that I would forget about if they weren’t appearing nearly constantly! And it isn’t hurting anyone at all I mean it’s a blank face with a random voice i slapped onto it it’s just—‘
“Good,” he murmurs to himself trying to rid it off his mind only to jump when he feels a breath right next to his ear
“What’s good Atsushi kun?” Comes Dazai’s voice playful teasing and familiar (and if Atsushi was paying attention—a little tight) having somehow managed to roll his chair close to Atsushi without the tigers notice
“My dearest tiger seems to be in on his head for,” he exaggeratedly checked his nonexistent watch “the past hour and has been ignoring my very informative conversation”
Atsushi highly doubted that, the brunette usually talked about anything and nothing inbetween information that could possibly help Atsushi,
And he doubts that other man could help him with this.
“It’s nothing Dazai san” he mutters
“It’s nothing?”
“Well—it just isn’t important!”
“Hm well that doesn’t sound like nothing to me Atsushi kun! Do you not trust your mentor with your deepest darkest secrets?” Dazai asks slapping a hand too his own chest in dramatics,
No Atsushi thought too himself before slightly backtracking,
Well it’s more like he wouldn’t trust Dazai san with embarrassing secrets,God knows what he’d do with that type of information
The longer dazai stares at Atsushi the more frigid the tiger became trying to avoid eye contact,
After what felt like hours of the other man’s (very very pretty and really Atsushi would have been fine staring if it wasn’t because Dazai wanted in on his dream)
Suddenly Dazai softens only a smidge and brings out a soft “Atsushi,”
Atsushi folded like sopping wet paper,
“I—I just,” he closes his eyes face flushing slightly Dazai leaning closer isn’t helping much,
“You justtt?” He trails off eyes probing as he waits for him too continue
“I uhm— had a good night that’s all” he says eyes averted not noticing the slight tension the melts away as quickly as it came as the other detective gave him an encouraging smile
“Ohhh? I didn’t know you were like that atsushi” Dazai purrs out with a teasing smile,
But something feels more closed off then at the start of the conversation,
what does he mean ‘like that’? Everyone has dreams it’s not like his are special or anything.
“Ah, haha…I guess?” Atsushi says nervously shrugging as he feels Dazai’s posture shift what was once a slightly open space enough for Atsushi too avoid Dazai or breath in is now more suffocating in a way,
Dazai is much closer, their thighs pressing right against each other as the other detective slid his chair even closer to Atsushi casually placing a hand to his arm (why is he being more touchy?? What’s happening what’s happening oh my god ) as he feels the comfortable coolness of no longer human automatically activating taking his own ability with it, the cool feeling always a source of comfort—but it isn’t much help at the moment as the other man seems to be trying to fuse their bodies together.
Atsushi can barely breath, his heat thudding as he clenches his fist against his pants ‘is he teasing me?’
“What did you like about it,” Dazai asks bluntly his eyes resolutely fixed on the tiger,
Atsushi’s thought process is abruptly cut off—it’s like his mind went blank as he quickly looks at Dazai looking into his eyes blankly
Ah,
What?
Huh??
Do people…is that a normal thing to ask your coworkers??
Dazai is seemingly with endless patience waits as Atsushi collects his thought as if what he just asked was a normal thing to do
“I—uhm, it’s I guess their voice?” He stutters out, god Atsushi feels like his face might as well be flaming
Dazai hums as he leans closer “their voice? My my Atsushi kun truly? That’s what you go for?” Dazai asks as for reasons Atsushi can’t even explain—his voice gets smoother? Like it’s trying to draw him in,
One hand seems to be playing with Atsushi’s suspenders tugging at it slightly,
“Is it?” He says voice barely anything but a whisper the tugging insistent
Atsushi resists the urge to gulp as he keeps steady eye contact (really he can barely look anywhere else considering how Dazai is getting closer by the minute)
“I—yes? Uh yeah yeah it is I…suppose?” He says confused, he guesses that maybe other people have more vivid ones?
Or atleast Dazai seems to
Dazai’s smile widens as his eyes seem to do the opposite the grip on Atsushi’s suspenders tightening “what’s their name? Is it someone I know? Come on Atsushi kun “
Atsushi stiffens slightly his eyes widening,
He didn’t notice before his jumbled thoughts making it difficult too but…
Didn’t the voice sound just like Dazai?
Dazai’s eyes seem too narrow at Atsushi’s sudden stiffness looking as if the tiger gave away a clue,
“So it is? Well now at—su—shi why don’t you tell your dearest mentor hm? Come on I won’t judge you!” Dazai says but Atsushi doesn’t hear him
Too consumed by his own thoughts too put any sentences together he pushes Dazai’s chair away disconnecting them from each other causing Dazai to give a slight grunt as his pushed back into his chair
“Atsushi?—“
Atsushi quickly stands up interrupting whatever it is Dazai was going to say practically yanking his hands away from his suspenders
“I’m sorry Dazai san I think I’m busy uh, drowning my fish okaygoodconversationseeyoutomorrowbye!”
Before Atsushi can hear the other man’s voice again he runs like his life is on the line,
Because it is! Who dreams about their coworkers their friends like that?!
Oh god Dazai has too know by now— Atsushi’s heart thuds in fear at the thought alone practically slamming into his door as he hurriedly grabbed his keys and entered,
“He knows,” Atsushi mutters to himself flatly
“That’s why he was questioning me he had to have known, why would he ask those questions otherwise?!” Atsushi slowly slides down the door as he succumbs to his own embarrassment,
Did he hear Atsushi? The walls are thin and he’s not sure if he talks in his sleep or not—and it’s not like Dazai has a consistent sleep schedule,
He draws into himself as he presses his head against his knees trying to calm himself down
First, it’s probably not that—Atsushi didn’t even know who his dream was even about before today!
“It’s fine, it’s only a dream! And it’s none of Dazai san’s business what I do in my own time anyways!” He says resolutely as he stands up,
“He gets up to too so many things that he has no right to caste judgment without it reflecting onto him!”
As Atsushi calmed down finally his heart beat down too a normal rhythm once more—
He didn’t notice the footsteps that stopped at his door,
Dazai blinked as he put this hand down away from the tigers door,
So it’s true—Atsushi really did— he shook his head ‘there’s no way—I would’ve noticed immediately if he left, and definitely would have if he invited someone over’
But would he?
Dazai isn’t really sure right now— from what he heard and from their own conversation Atsushi must have…
Something tightens in his chest unable to voice out what must be true,
Is it because Atsushi didn’t tell him? Their friends aren’t they?
That must be why he’s feeling like this — without realizing it Dazai managed to reach his door quietly opening the door and entering the silent apartment hesitating as he reaches the wall—the one that separates him from Atsushi’s before sighing and knocking on it only having to wait a few seconds before receiving a knock back slowly causing a smile too creep up his face
It’s a habit they both picked up if one arrived before the other started by none other than atsushi,
He sighs as he lets himself fall into the couch,
Atsushi has a type (‘and it isn’t you’ whispered a voice he buries so deep within the mental box so he doesn’t have too think about it )
Something curls deep into his chest at this festering inside as if it’s decided that that’s how it’s going to be for a while,
He smiles again this time it feels forced
Stitched on
“I wonder if I could find a beautiful woman to die with tomorrow, “ he utters out lightly
But his thoughts were calculating with a sudden calm—someone who managed to seduce Atsushi without his notice?
For all he knows Atsushi must be embarrassed, because he had such an awful time, why else wouldn’t he tell Dazai! (Not like he tells Dazai his every secret but this one is important!)
As a concerned senpai his only option is too investigate of course, nothing less for his— their Atsushi.
He hums lightly as his chest feeling much more light after t this— as he slowly starts constructing the web of his plan,
Find who it is Atsushi did that with (and from how Atsushi reacting someone they both know )
And make sure Atsushi gets a better experience—from someone Dazai has picked out for him
Cause who else but Dazai could be trusted with such a task as important as this? (Hm but for some reason he finds none that fit just right—or enough to be good for Atsushi’s time, oh well perfection takes time)