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Breathe Again
Title: Breathe Again
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Chuuya
Pairing(s): Dazai/Chuuya
Genre: ...kink/fluff? who even knows.
Word Count: 1,015
Rating: PG-15? R-15??
Warnings: There's no sex but breathplay is definitely a thing.
Summary: Chuuya likes to drag Dazai around by his tie. Dazai likes to be choked, apparently.
Notes: I would like to thank adyaese for everything this fanart is.
Chuuya likes to yank on Dazai’s tie. It’s natural: Chuuya is smaller than Dazai and not physically strong, so for him to drag Dazai around, he needs a good grip on him. Dazai’s tie is an easy target, and Dazai will go along with wherever Chuuya’s dragging him off to rather than have Chuuya choke him.
Except when he doesn’t.
It’s a bad day for Dazai, and he is not in any mood to just put up with Chuuya bullying him however he wants. He’s only half been listening to Chuuya yell at him - probably about him skipping out the last time they drank together - and when Chuuya grabs his tie, Dazai stays stubbornly where he is.
Chuuya is as stubborn as Dazai is, if not more so. He pulls, and keeps pulling until the tie is taut around Dazai’s neck.
Dazai’s memory of trying to hang himself is vague, but this is probably what it felt like. There’s a moment of panic when the tie starts restricting his breathing - he remembers that from the hanging even though he’d done that intentionally to himself - but it doesn’t last long, overtaken by lightheadedness. His eyes flutter shut without him meaning to close them - he can’t do anything. His lungs’ need for air has overtaken everything else. He’s tingly, and the sensation is fading from his limbs, and he knows that he should probably be more concerned about that but that seems like too much effort to worry about at the moment. He feels heady, euphoric.
Then Chuuya lets go of his tie and the air rushes back into his lungs all at once. It almost hurts - it does hurt, but it’s hard to care when every sense he has has kicked back in on maximum power. He feels alive, more so than he did when he actually still was.
Chuuya is staring at him, Dazai realizes after a moment. Chuuya’s face is red, and not from anger for once. For once, he looks utterly lost for words.
Dazai offers him a weak smile. “Sorry, you were saying something?” If he wasn’t paying attention before, now he really has no idea what they were doing a minute ago.
“Warn somebody before they walk into one of your weird kinks,” Chuuya says, turning his head away. He glances back every few seconds, before looking away the instant they make eye contact with each other.
Dazai knows he should feel embarrassed, he should feel disgusting for reacting that way, but he’s still coming down from his high. “But it’s hard to talk like that…?”
“You know what I mean!” Chuuya scowls. “Whatever, I don’t want to drink with you anymore.”
There are few sweeter words that could leave Chuuya’s mouth. Dazai lets him storm off, then fixes his tie.
The next time Chuuya’s pissed at Dazai - it always happens again, it’s inevitable - he reaches for Dazai’s tie, then catches himself and jerks his hand away.
Dazai, who had been flinching away from Chuuya, tilts his head. Of course he remembers what happened last time, but... “I usually just let you drag me.”
“Yeah, but sometimes you don’t,” Chuuya replies. He’s staring at one spot on the wall. “And it’s…”
“Weird?” Dazai guesses. When Chuuya shakes his head, he frowns. “Not weird?”
“I mean, obviously it’s weird,” Chuuya says. “But you just let me do that. You know I could’ve killed you that way, right?”
“You wouldn’t have.”
Chuuya may be a bully, and have more issues of his own than any magazine he’s been published in. He may not know how to make friends, or how to deal with feelings by any method other than alcohol. He may harass Dazai over little things and not think twice about punching him, kicking him, dragging him around...
But Chuuya would not kill him. Dazai’s been in enough battles where Chuuya covered his back, sometimes at the expense of taking a hit himself, to know that Chuuya doesn’t want him to die. And even if he did, Chuuya isn’t the kind of person who could kill another human being. Chuuya might not think of him as a friend, but he doesn’t need to - Dazai trusts him not to cause him permanent harm.
Chuuya is staring at him now, wide-eyed and clearly disbelieving of what he’s hearing. When Dazai reaches for his hand, he lets him take it, and Dazai wraps Chuuya’s hand carefully around his tie before giving it a small tug.
When Dazai lets go, Chuuya’s still holding onto his tie. Slowly, he pulls, drawing the knot tighter around Dazai’s neck.
Dazai tried to hang himself when he was alive, and when he failed it was disappointing to him that he survived. He couldn’t even do that much right, a failure even at dying.
Now, at least for the moment, he wants to live, and though he knows that the tie cutting off his air could very well kill him and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, not with the pleasant haze filling his head and making his limbs heavy-
-Chuuya lets go before any serious harm can come to him, like Dazai trusted that he would.
“You’re an idiot,” Chuuya says, while Dazai is still catching the breath his lungs had been chasing after. The words don’t sound mean-spirited, just… confused.
“Probably,” Dazai agrees, without bitterness or hesitation. Genius authors can still be idiots. He wouldn’t argue that much, for reasons that don’t have anything to do with here and now. “But I’m not wrong.”
Chuuya sighs, and when he reaches out again, it’s not to pull on Dazai’s tie, but to flick him on the forehead lightly. “Don’t go doing this with just anybody. Someday somebody will actually kill you.”
“I wouldn’t!” Dazai says, rubbing his forehead. “Just you.”
Chuuya looks at him like he’s more stupid for that than for asking someone to choke him, and well, maybe he is. But he’s a member of the decadent school, after all - it’s practically a requirement to do stupid things in the pursuit of pleasure and happiness.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Chuuya
Pairing(s): Dazai/Chuuya
Genre: ...kink/fluff? who even knows.
Word Count: 1,015
Rating: PG-15? R-15??
Warnings: There's no sex but breathplay is definitely a thing.
Summary: Chuuya likes to drag Dazai around by his tie. Dazai likes to be choked, apparently.
Notes: I would like to thank adyaese for everything this fanart is.
Chuuya likes to yank on Dazai’s tie. It’s natural: Chuuya is smaller than Dazai and not physically strong, so for him to drag Dazai around, he needs a good grip on him. Dazai’s tie is an easy target, and Dazai will go along with wherever Chuuya’s dragging him off to rather than have Chuuya choke him.
Except when he doesn’t.
It’s a bad day for Dazai, and he is not in any mood to just put up with Chuuya bullying him however he wants. He’s only half been listening to Chuuya yell at him - probably about him skipping out the last time they drank together - and when Chuuya grabs his tie, Dazai stays stubbornly where he is.
Chuuya is as stubborn as Dazai is, if not more so. He pulls, and keeps pulling until the tie is taut around Dazai’s neck.
Dazai’s memory of trying to hang himself is vague, but this is probably what it felt like. There’s a moment of panic when the tie starts restricting his breathing - he remembers that from the hanging even though he’d done that intentionally to himself - but it doesn’t last long, overtaken by lightheadedness. His eyes flutter shut without him meaning to close them - he can’t do anything. His lungs’ need for air has overtaken everything else. He’s tingly, and the sensation is fading from his limbs, and he knows that he should probably be more concerned about that but that seems like too much effort to worry about at the moment. He feels heady, euphoric.
Then Chuuya lets go of his tie and the air rushes back into his lungs all at once. It almost hurts - it does hurt, but it’s hard to care when every sense he has has kicked back in on maximum power. He feels alive, more so than he did when he actually still was.
Chuuya is staring at him, Dazai realizes after a moment. Chuuya’s face is red, and not from anger for once. For once, he looks utterly lost for words.
Dazai offers him a weak smile. “Sorry, you were saying something?” If he wasn’t paying attention before, now he really has no idea what they were doing a minute ago.
“Warn somebody before they walk into one of your weird kinks,” Chuuya says, turning his head away. He glances back every few seconds, before looking away the instant they make eye contact with each other.
Dazai knows he should feel embarrassed, he should feel disgusting for reacting that way, but he’s still coming down from his high. “But it’s hard to talk like that…?”
“You know what I mean!” Chuuya scowls. “Whatever, I don’t want to drink with you anymore.”
There are few sweeter words that could leave Chuuya’s mouth. Dazai lets him storm off, then fixes his tie.
The next time Chuuya’s pissed at Dazai - it always happens again, it’s inevitable - he reaches for Dazai’s tie, then catches himself and jerks his hand away.
Dazai, who had been flinching away from Chuuya, tilts his head. Of course he remembers what happened last time, but... “I usually just let you drag me.”
“Yeah, but sometimes you don’t,” Chuuya replies. He’s staring at one spot on the wall. “And it’s…”
“Weird?” Dazai guesses. When Chuuya shakes his head, he frowns. “Not weird?”
“I mean, obviously it’s weird,” Chuuya says. “But you just let me do that. You know I could’ve killed you that way, right?”
“You wouldn’t have.”
Chuuya may be a bully, and have more issues of his own than any magazine he’s been published in. He may not know how to make friends, or how to deal with feelings by any method other than alcohol. He may harass Dazai over little things and not think twice about punching him, kicking him, dragging him around...
But Chuuya would not kill him. Dazai’s been in enough battles where Chuuya covered his back, sometimes at the expense of taking a hit himself, to know that Chuuya doesn’t want him to die. And even if he did, Chuuya isn’t the kind of person who could kill another human being. Chuuya might not think of him as a friend, but he doesn’t need to - Dazai trusts him not to cause him permanent harm.
Chuuya is staring at him now, wide-eyed and clearly disbelieving of what he’s hearing. When Dazai reaches for his hand, he lets him take it, and Dazai wraps Chuuya’s hand carefully around his tie before giving it a small tug.
When Dazai lets go, Chuuya’s still holding onto his tie. Slowly, he pulls, drawing the knot tighter around Dazai’s neck.
Dazai tried to hang himself when he was alive, and when he failed it was disappointing to him that he survived. He couldn’t even do that much right, a failure even at dying.
Now, at least for the moment, he wants to live, and though he knows that the tie cutting off his air could very well kill him and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, not with the pleasant haze filling his head and making his limbs heavy-
-Chuuya lets go before any serious harm can come to him, like Dazai trusted that he would.
“You’re an idiot,” Chuuya says, while Dazai is still catching the breath his lungs had been chasing after. The words don’t sound mean-spirited, just… confused.
“Probably,” Dazai agrees, without bitterness or hesitation. Genius authors can still be idiots. He wouldn’t argue that much, for reasons that don’t have anything to do with here and now. “But I’m not wrong.”
Chuuya sighs, and when he reaches out again, it’s not to pull on Dazai’s tie, but to flick him on the forehead lightly. “Don’t go doing this with just anybody. Someday somebody will actually kill you.”
“I wouldn’t!” Dazai says, rubbing his forehead. “Just you.”
Chuuya looks at him like he’s more stupid for that than for asking someone to choke him, and well, maybe he is. But he’s a member of the decadent school, after all - it’s practically a requirement to do stupid things in the pursuit of pleasure and happiness.