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If anyone asked him, Dazai would say he hated the degree he had chosen to study.
It wasn't anything personal. In fact, studying Literature was way better than Law, the degree his last psychiatrist, Mori, had 'recommended' him.
(He never went to therapy after that. He was done.)
However, there was something Dazai hated above anything else.
Group projects.
And his world literature teacher, a guy so ugly that he could be mistaken as the Devil himself, had just told them they had to do one.
On top of that, it was worth a quarter of his final grade. Great. Just great.
Dazai was an extroverted man. Even if he wasn't really a people person deep inside, he maintained a few friendships. Some for fun (yes, he could like people, sometimes) and others merely for convenience.
Perhaps, if he had been able to choose who to work with, he wouldn't be biting his lower lip anxiously.
He looked at the list of pairings for the project.
Nakahara Chuuya.
If he wasn't mistaken, Chuuya was a new student who had arrived that same year. He was pretty popular, probably because he was the only blue-eyed redhead on campus.
Suddenly, Dazai didn't care so much about the group project. He had been trying to talk to Chuuya about something that wasn't exams or other study-related things.
But Chuuya was incredibly social. He always had a friend beside him or was chatting with a group of people.
And Dazai didn't know how to flirt with an audience.
So this was his chance.
Chuuya was rich. Unbelievable so.
The first half of the project consisted of writing a paper about a topic that they were given.
Something easy to do without meeting in person, thanks to the wonders that computers and the internet were.
However, the second half of the project wasn't so simple. They had to make a summary of their work and make it visually attractive.
After a quick brainstorm, they decided to buy a poster board because, according to Chuuya, PowerPoint was 'as old as hills'.
(Dazai had never heard that expression, but he kind of understood what the redhead meant.)
After saying he would take care of the materials they would use, Chuuya told him a date, a time and a place to meet.
That was the string of events that led Dazai to be facing the most humongous house he had seen in his life. Being raised in a middle-class home, Dazai couldn't even comprehend the idea of having a front yard. Or, more specifically, a garden that surrounded the whole building.
And he wasn't even near the front door. He was facing a door that led to a walkway that headed to the actual front door.
After pushing the button of the entryphone, somebody opened the door. Without giving a verbal response.
(So they were waiting for him already. And he was five minutes early. Damn.)
Dazai followed the walkway and, as he got closer to the mansion, somebody opened the front door and smiled at him. It was a man with long, dark hair. His skin was paler than Chuuya's.
“You must be Osamu.”
“Yes, I am.” He bowed slightly.
“I'm Arthur, Chuuya's father.” He introduced himself, still smiling. “He's gone shopping, but you can come in and wait inside. Do you want a cup of tea?”
Thanks to Arthur, Dazai found out that Chuuya was shopping with his other father, Paul. Paul worked as a nurse at one of the most prestigious hospitals around. On the other hand, Arthur told him they came to Japan because he was offered a job at an emerging business.
Then, the real interrogation started. It was what Dazai feared whenever he was alone with the parents of any romantic relationship he had managed to keep for a few months.
(Chuuya wasn't his boyfriend yet, but he was as nervous as ever.)
Fortunately, Arthur seemed only interested in knowing about his excellent grades and his family. It was a bit awkward when he had to tell him he hadn't met his own father, but he looked enthusiastic when Dazai told him his mother was a healthcare worker, too.
A while later, the front door opened. Chuuya arrived with an icebox in each hand, followed by a tall man with braided blond hair.
(Paul, probably.)
Dazai drank a sip of tea to hide his smile as he saw Chuuya in a sleeveless T-shirt and with his hair down.
Those arms.
“Sorry for being late, we were caught in a traffic jam.” He explained, letting Paul take the groceries.
“I'll finish tidying everything up, don't worry.” The blond said, looking at Chuuya. “Come on, go with Osamu. I'm sure he has been waiting for a while.”
“You're right… Let's go to my room. I have everything we need there.”
Dazai immediately finished his cup of tea and smiled at Arthur as he bowed slightly again in a thankful gesture. Paul had already left for the kitchen, probably.
“The tea was delicious, thank you very much.”
“Thank you for the chat, boy.” He answered.
“Arthur, sweetheart! Would you lend me a hand?” Paul's voice resonated through the house.
“Come on, Osamu. My favorite show starts at 8:30pm and I don't want to miss today's episode.”
Laughing, Dazai followed Chuuya to his room.
For some reason, he was surprised by the style of the bedroom. The first things that caught his attention were the many posters that covered the walls. Some from rock and metal bands, others from videogames and a couple from anime shows that he recognized.
“See something you like?”
He had been gaping at the walls. Great. A perfect first date.
“Oh, uhm, I played Diablo when I was little, so I was reminiscing. Sorry.”
Chuuya lifted up an eyebrow, smiling. His eyes were a freezing blue, but they shone warmly.
“I am half-done with Diablo III. One of these days we could play together, how's that sound?”
If there was a god, they'd definitely be supporting him right then. Not only had he avoided an embarrassing blush, but that gorgeous young man had also suggested a date without university stuff bothering them.
It was time for him to play his cards nicely.
“Only if you tell me you aren't a demon hunter, because that's the role I am best at.”
Chuuya's smile got bigger. His teeth were pure white.
“Really? You looked more like a monk to me.”
“No, monks believe in spirits and that kind of stuff.”
“And demon hunters hunt demons.” He laughed.
“They hunt them instead of worshipping them. There's a difference between hunters and monks.”
Chuuya walked towards the desk, taking out the poster board and some markers he had bought to design their project.
“It seems you aren't very fond of supernatural beings…”
“Well, folklore is interesting.” He explained. “But in a world like the one from Twilight, I'd like to be the enemy of that love story and chop off heads of vampires and werewolves alike.”
The redhead laughed out loud.
“I think in those books it took more to kill vampires than chopping their heads...”
“Every author has their own version. I prefer the classical stake in the heart. It's more dramatic.”
“Don't tell me you believe the garlic thing, too, pfft…”
“I told you I don't believe in those things.” He smiled teasingly. “But, if they were to exist, I hope they'd eat garlic bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
Chuuya snorted.
So cute.
The second afternoon they spent on their project, they met at Dazai's place. Chuuya told him they couldn't go to his house, and he didn't complain.
After all, he didn't want to take the first step with the redhead's parents at the other side of the wall.
Besides, his roommate never spent evenings at their flat, and that was a plus.
The door rang. Dazai hadn't opened it so fast in his life before.
“Hey, Osamu.”
The brunet's eyes immediately went down to Chuuya's abs, because he was wearing a crop top that showed his toned body.
(How did he have time to make friends, study, play videogames and go to the gym?)
“Oh… Uhm… Hi.”
Chuuya looked a little too satisfied with that reaction. Dazai had the feeling he had made the redhead's ego grow two meters taller.
Well, it would balance out his height. Yeah. Dazai had planned to stare like that. Totally.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course... Let's go to my room. It's cleaner than the living room.”
Chuuya entered the apartment and left his shoes at the door. Dazai guided him to his bedroom with a glowing smile.
He didn't know who had the other eating out of his hand, but nothing would stop him from breaking the sexual tension between them.
Fortunately, their project was almost done.
“I brought the markers to finish up the title.” Said Chuuya, leaving his bag on the desk.
“Let's start, then~”
As they wrote the title in eye-catching handwriting, they chatted about their favorite shows and other things about each other. Like that, Dazai had learned a lot about the redhead.
Firstly, something that was pretty obvious: Chuuya went to the gym everyday.
(Apart from a few Sundays.)
Secondly, he was a great cook. During a break from their classes he had offered Dazai a few cookies he made and conveniently took to campus.
Lastly, and most importantly, he adored horror films and videogames.
Dazai was sure he had done a lot of good in his last life to deserve such a perfect man.
“Don't do it like that, dumbass. You're going to stain everything with ink.”
And he was kind of rude. Dazai loved rude.
A while later, they were done.
“Looks good, doesn't it?” The brunet asked.
“We'll get a decent grade for sure.” He nodded. “Do you want to keep it and bring it to class on Monday?”
Dazai leaned back and smiled, laying his head against the back of the chair.
“I'll try not to forget~”
“If you forget it, I'll kick you. Don't try your luck.”
He almost, almost told Chuuya he would thank him if he beat him up. Everything to be held by those arms.
“Right, meanie…” He whined. “Do you want to watch a film? It's a bit early.”
“Do you have Netflix?”
Ok. The date was going in a great direction. The only thing left was to avoid making mistakes so he would have the opportunity to cuddle with such a beautiful redhead.
“In my laptop. It takes a while to turn on, so you can snoop in the meantime~”
Surprisingly, Chuuya did as told and took a look around. The only bookshelf in the room caught his attention.
“What's this?”
His voice sounded different. A bit rougher than usual, as though he had run a marathon seconds before.
He wrote the password into his computer and gazed towards Chuuya to see what he was talking about.
“What?”
“This.”
Chuuya turned around and showed Dazai a piece of cardboard he recognized instantly.
“Oh, it's from an experiment we did at school to see our blood type.” He explained. “It's kind of interesting how the blood clots ended up looking like, so I kept it as a reminder. Also, it helps me not to forget my type, ha, ha.”
“Are you AB-?”
The redhead's voice sounded a bit more normal. His eyes were wide open, still.
“Yeah. Does blood make you anxious? You look unwell.”
Chuuya shook his head. He left the small cardboard where he had found it and smiled.
Dazai got goosebumps. Chuuya's smile was stunning.
“Osamu…”
“Hm?”
“Did you know that vampires have a favorite blood type?”
“Now that you say it, it makes sense.” He murmured. “I guess it's the same as our favorite ice-cream flavor, or the type of pizza we like the most.”
The redhead walked towards him and laid a hand on the desk, staring at him. His blue eyes shone under the sunlight that entered through the window.
“Did you know that my favorite blood type is yours?”
Dazai blinked a few times before laughing out loud.
“That was a nice one.” He said, giggling. “Seriously, you can't make this jokes to someone who doesn't believe in the supernatural. But I won't complain if you bite me~”
Chuuya was obviously shocked by that answer. Then, he smiled again, showing his teeth.
“I'm not kidding. Remember what I told you about our way of shopping?”
“You brought the fish in iceboxes so it wouldn't go bad during the long car ride. Which is completely reasonable, honestly. These last few days were very hot.”
“They were blood bags stolen from the hospital.”
Dazai laughed again, although more discreetly that time.
“You could write a book about vampires with those ideas.”
Chuuya sighed heavily, clearly frustrated.
And he opened his mouth to show his teeth.
His fangs were huge .
“Wow… Where did you buy those fake fangs?” He asked, leaning forward to give them a better look. “I want to buy them too, so we can have matching Halloween costumes.”
“You are such an idiot.”
“Uh-huh. If you were a vampire, you wouldn't be able to come here during the day. And today's weather is very much sunny.”
“Those are myths. Vampires can walk under the sunlight without any problems.”
“Yeah, sure...”
“Give me your hand.”
For some reason, Dazai did just that. Maybe he wanted to end the already unfunny joke. Or maybe he only wanted to touch the redhead.
Chuuya guided the brunet's hand under his clothes and to his chest.
When Dazai finished panicking because he had felt Chuuya's pecs, he noticed there was no heartbeat.
And he was cold.
“... Fuck.”
“It's rude not to offer food and drink to your guests, Osamu.”
Dazai swallowed, taking his hand out of the other's clothes.
He smiled at the redhead. Chuuya was confused yet again.
Until Dazai tilted his head so as to offer his neck.
“Would you forgive me if I gave you your favorite food?”
“Are you suicidal?”
"No, I'm very horny for you. It would be an honor to be your personal blood bag.” He smiled playfully.
Dazai blinked and, suddenly, he was laying on the bed with Chuuya on top of him.
Those blue eyes looked at him like a predator would stare at their prey. He couldn't move, but he didn't want to, either.
“Show me that pretty neck of yours again.”
The brunet obeyed, blushing slightly.
Chuuya made an animalistic satisfied sound. He unashamedly smelled Dazai's neck like any normal person would smell their meal before trying it.
When those fangs caressed his skin, Dazai shuddered. The redhead held his wrists firmly and pressed them against the bed.
And then, Chuuya bit him.
Dazai moaned loudly after sharp fangs pierced his neck and Chuuya started sucking out his blood.
“Chuuya…” He whispered.
Soon, he lost contact with reality. He could only focus on those fangs and the grip on his wrists.
A buzzing feeling filled his whole body. It was like he was floating through a stormy sky. He could feel the electricity on his skin.
Every so often, he heard Chuuya growling lowly, like some kind of animal.
Until he licked the would and separated from him.
(The haze in Dazai's head didn't let him process that, but it was probably to seal the wound so he wouldn't bleed out.)
Dazai managed to focus his sight a few moments later. Chuuya was looking at him from above. His chin was bloody and he was licking his lips, visibly satisfied.
The brunet sighed. Although he must have lost a lot of blood, his entire body felt warm.
“I see you like to be bitten, huh?”
Chuuya's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He noticed the redhead was on his knees, with his legs caging Dazai's thighs. He smiled at the brunet, clearly proud of his work.
Dazai smiled back.
It was at that moment that he noticed the strain of his own pants.
Oh.
So that's what he meant.
“I can thank you properly… If you promise you won't pass out.”
His words were accompanied with a giggle that filled the room. And with a careful touch to Dazai's erection.
Dazai didn't even consider the consequences of his actions. He didn't care.
“Only if you bite me again~”
“You're giving me more reasons to think you've got a death wish.”
Chuuya grabbed his chin and kissed the brunet softly. Dazai could taste his own blood on Chuuya's lips.
“I wouldn't mind dying because I had sex with a vampire, really.” He mentioned in the brief moment in which the redhead parted from the kiss to nibble on his lower lip.
Chuuya's charming laugh echoed in the room again before Dazai shut him up with another kiss.