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Without Fault or Flaw
Title: Without Fault or Flaw
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Oda
Pairing(s): Dazai/Oda
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,375
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, slightly underage
Summary: After graduating from the Night Court, Dazai returns as Oda's patron.
Notes: Court of Night-Blooming Flowers AU, because Bella did it and I immediately wanted to do it too. I have not actually read this series so some details may be contradictory. In accordance with their actual age difference, Oda is 16 and Dazai is 19 in this.
‘All Loveliness Fades.’
Dazai wonders how Oda can stand to walk through these doors every day, underneath an inscription of Cereus House’s motto. Of course he has no choice about that, as a Cereus adept: this is where he lives.
The last time Dazai came to visit Oda in his chambers, they’d gotten caught before they could do anything. Dazai had been lucky: he’d been able to spin it as seeking to understand the virtues of other houses to spur his own creativity, and had gotten off with nothing more than a light reprimand.
Oda had not fared so well. He’d laughed it off when Dazai asked the next day, but he never said what his punishment had been. Oda was never one to make others worry for him.
Tonight, Dazai isn’t an adept of Eglantine House sneaking into another adept’s chambers. Dazai’s marque has been paid, and he left the house as soon as he was able to do so. Tonight, Dazai is a patron who has paid for the services he is about to receive.
Oda waits for him on his bed, dressed in the silks and sheer fabrics that Cereus favors. (Dazai always stood to greet his patrons, but his house sold itself on creativity and not fragility.) His eyes light up when he sees Dazai, before he tries to school his expression into something a little more demure. “Good evening-”
“Do they seriously have you try to get rid of your accent for patrons?” Dazai asks, sitting down next to Oda. “They know how hard that is for you, right?”
Oda shrugs, and when he speaks it’s in the accent that Dazai’s always heard from him. “Guess people with my accent ain’t supposed to be ‘fragile’. Sheesh, I told ‘em I wanted Orchis…”
Dazai can’t help but agree that Orchis House’s humor would be a much better fit for Oda. If it weren’t for his sickness, no one would have even considered Cereus for him for a second.
But this is the house that’s had him for three years, and this is the house Oda will make his way in. “How’s the marque coming?”
“Nothin’ but a couple of lines so far. ‘Course, I ain’t been gettin’ many patron gifts, so I’m lucky to get that much done, yeah?” Oda grins, then sits up. “I never saw yers before ya left!”
“It looks just like every other Eglantine marque, you know that…” Still, Dazai doesn’t need too much urging to strip out of his shirt and show Oda the tattoo on his back: pink flowers winding around green vines and leaves. If he ever needs to show his credentials when he’s trying to convince a publisher to pick up his work (when he actually finishes his first work) all he needs to do is take off his shirt.
Oda whistles. “Looks mighty fine on ya!”
“Of course it does.” For all his preening and false confidence, though, Dazai’s pleased to have Oda’s approval.
The silence is comfortable. Dazai leans against Oda’s side, and Oda wraps an arm around his shoulders.
“…So, did ya pay good money just to catch up?” Oda asks, quieter than usual.
Dazai’s face flushes pink. “Well… no…” But even though he’s been on the other side of this exchange a hundred times, it’s a little awkward to just tell one of his best friends that he’s here to have sex with him.
Oda laughs. It’s a very un-Cereus laugh, loud and unrestrained. “It ain’t like ya to be shy, Dazai~ I know this ain’t yer first time.”
“I can’t help it, it’s different when it’s you!” After a second, Dazai realizes exactly how that sounded, and hides his face against the pillow, groaning. “Just kill me now.”
“Nah, I’m too delicate to kill anybody.” Oda takes Dazai’s face in his delicate hands and gives him a delicate kiss on the lips, which stops being delicate after two seconds and starts being something else entirely.
If Eglantine has taught Dazai anything, it’s how to do very interesting things with his tongue with an eager partner, and Oda’s enthusiastic enough to kiss Dazai breathless. And considering he’s been trained on how to breathe, that’s something.
When Oda breaks the kiss, he’s flushed enough that Dazai can see the blush on his shoulders through the sheer fabric. He’s grinning, and that smile with flushed cheeks makes Dazai forget everything outside of this bed. “Are you gonna make me do all the work? Kinda embarrassin’, needin’ your junior to do everythin’ for ya after graduation~”
That snaps Dazai out of his daze. In a swift motion, he tackles Oda onto the bed and pins both his slim wrists with one hand. “Don’t worry about it. I can take it from here.”
Dazai has heard Oda fake moans on command. The sounds Oda makes when Dazai pulls off his top and peppers kisses over his chest are not fake. He hasn’t heard Oda’s voice crack on “Dazai-!” before, like it does when Dazai nips a sensitive spot on his side, but he’s pretty sure that isn’t fake either.
Pulling the rest of Oda’s clothes off and swallowing his cock to the base in one go requires letting go of Oda’s wrists, but Oda’s not complaining. Dazai doubts he can do much besides clench his fingers in Dazai’s hair and curse while Dazai works him up with lips and tongue.
He reaches behind Oda to gently push him forward a couple times, enough for Oda to get the idea. Oda lets out a shaky exhale, before gripping Dazai’s head more tightly and starting to move his hips. He should know he doesn’t need to worry about Dazai gagging, so maybe he’s more worried about coming too early.
Making an adept of the night court lose control is something Dazai could brag about, except he never wants to let anyone else know about this night. There’s no shame in it, but he wants to keep this between the two of them.
After a minute, Oda pulls out of Dazai’s mouth and fumbles for the lube on the bedside stand. He slicks two fingers up and presses them inside himself, then tosses the lube to Dazai with his free hand.
Dazai gets the idea. He’s already hard just from making Oda lose it, so he only has to spread the lube over his cock a couple times. And then a couple times more, because Oda’s not being very diligent about preparing himself, in favor of quick and efficient.
He thinks about telling him to slow down, except that’s when Oda pushes him on his back and climbs onto his cock, and now, now it’s much more pressing for Dazai to tell himself to slow down. It isn’t the first or the hundredth time he’s been inside of a man, it’s not even the first time one’s been so eager, so why is he so overwhelmed already?
Because he knows Oda. Because Oda smiling at him like this has always made him melt, even without the heat surrounding him now. Because Oda is more important to him than anyone else has ever been.
Dazai grips Oda’s hips. “O, Odasaku…”
“Dazai-” Oda raises himself, slow, testing to see how much it hurts. “Don’t hold back now.”
He brings his hips back down.
The next few minutes are a blur of motion, of heat, of pleasure, of Oda crying out louder each time Dazai thrusts up into him and Dazai chanting Oda’s name like a sacred rite every time Oda slams his hips down. It could take minutes, it could take hours: Dazai wouldn’t know the difference. He doesn’t know anything except for Oda, Oda, Oda.
Oda comes first, and the tight squeeze as he climaxes means that Dazai is only good for a couple of thrusts afterward before he follows. They’re a mess, with come dripping out of Oda and onto Dazai, and when Oda flops on top of him Dazai can feel how both of them are in desperate need of a bath.
“…How long’d ya book me for?”
“Another hour.”
“Great, then I don’t gotta move for an hour.”
Dazai presses a kiss to Oda’s shoulder. “Like I would have let you escape cuddling.”
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Oda
Pairing(s): Dazai/Oda
Genre: Smut/Fluff
Word Count: 1,375
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, slightly underage
Summary: After graduating from the Night Court, Dazai returns as Oda's patron.
Notes: Court of Night-Blooming Flowers AU, because Bella did it and I immediately wanted to do it too. I have not actually read this series so some details may be contradictory. In accordance with their actual age difference, Oda is 16 and Dazai is 19 in this.
‘All Loveliness Fades.’
Dazai wonders how Oda can stand to walk through these doors every day, underneath an inscription of Cereus House’s motto. Of course he has no choice about that, as a Cereus adept: this is where he lives.
The last time Dazai came to visit Oda in his chambers, they’d gotten caught before they could do anything. Dazai had been lucky: he’d been able to spin it as seeking to understand the virtues of other houses to spur his own creativity, and had gotten off with nothing more than a light reprimand.
Oda had not fared so well. He’d laughed it off when Dazai asked the next day, but he never said what his punishment had been. Oda was never one to make others worry for him.
Tonight, Dazai isn’t an adept of Eglantine House sneaking into another adept’s chambers. Dazai’s marque has been paid, and he left the house as soon as he was able to do so. Tonight, Dazai is a patron who has paid for the services he is about to receive.
Oda waits for him on his bed, dressed in the silks and sheer fabrics that Cereus favors. (Dazai always stood to greet his patrons, but his house sold itself on creativity and not fragility.) His eyes light up when he sees Dazai, before he tries to school his expression into something a little more demure. “Good evening-”
“Do they seriously have you try to get rid of your accent for patrons?” Dazai asks, sitting down next to Oda. “They know how hard that is for you, right?”
Oda shrugs, and when he speaks it’s in the accent that Dazai’s always heard from him. “Guess people with my accent ain’t supposed to be ‘fragile’. Sheesh, I told ‘em I wanted Orchis…”
Dazai can’t help but agree that Orchis House’s humor would be a much better fit for Oda. If it weren’t for his sickness, no one would have even considered Cereus for him for a second.
But this is the house that’s had him for three years, and this is the house Oda will make his way in. “How’s the marque coming?”
“Nothin’ but a couple of lines so far. ‘Course, I ain’t been gettin’ many patron gifts, so I’m lucky to get that much done, yeah?” Oda grins, then sits up. “I never saw yers before ya left!”
“It looks just like every other Eglantine marque, you know that…” Still, Dazai doesn’t need too much urging to strip out of his shirt and show Oda the tattoo on his back: pink flowers winding around green vines and leaves. If he ever needs to show his credentials when he’s trying to convince a publisher to pick up his work (when he actually finishes his first work) all he needs to do is take off his shirt.
Oda whistles. “Looks mighty fine on ya!”
“Of course it does.” For all his preening and false confidence, though, Dazai’s pleased to have Oda’s approval.
The silence is comfortable. Dazai leans against Oda’s side, and Oda wraps an arm around his shoulders.
“…So, did ya pay good money just to catch up?” Oda asks, quieter than usual.
Dazai’s face flushes pink. “Well… no…” But even though he’s been on the other side of this exchange a hundred times, it’s a little awkward to just tell one of his best friends that he’s here to have sex with him.
Oda laughs. It’s a very un-Cereus laugh, loud and unrestrained. “It ain’t like ya to be shy, Dazai~ I know this ain’t yer first time.”
“I can’t help it, it’s different when it’s you!” After a second, Dazai realizes exactly how that sounded, and hides his face against the pillow, groaning. “Just kill me now.”
“Nah, I’m too delicate to kill anybody.” Oda takes Dazai’s face in his delicate hands and gives him a delicate kiss on the lips, which stops being delicate after two seconds and starts being something else entirely.
If Eglantine has taught Dazai anything, it’s how to do very interesting things with his tongue with an eager partner, and Oda’s enthusiastic enough to kiss Dazai breathless. And considering he’s been trained on how to breathe, that’s something.
When Oda breaks the kiss, he’s flushed enough that Dazai can see the blush on his shoulders through the sheer fabric. He’s grinning, and that smile with flushed cheeks makes Dazai forget everything outside of this bed. “Are you gonna make me do all the work? Kinda embarrassin’, needin’ your junior to do everythin’ for ya after graduation~”
That snaps Dazai out of his daze. In a swift motion, he tackles Oda onto the bed and pins both his slim wrists with one hand. “Don’t worry about it. I can take it from here.”
Dazai has heard Oda fake moans on command. The sounds Oda makes when Dazai pulls off his top and peppers kisses over his chest are not fake. He hasn’t heard Oda’s voice crack on “Dazai-!” before, like it does when Dazai nips a sensitive spot on his side, but he’s pretty sure that isn’t fake either.
Pulling the rest of Oda’s clothes off and swallowing his cock to the base in one go requires letting go of Oda’s wrists, but Oda’s not complaining. Dazai doubts he can do much besides clench his fingers in Dazai’s hair and curse while Dazai works him up with lips and tongue.
He reaches behind Oda to gently push him forward a couple times, enough for Oda to get the idea. Oda lets out a shaky exhale, before gripping Dazai’s head more tightly and starting to move his hips. He should know he doesn’t need to worry about Dazai gagging, so maybe he’s more worried about coming too early.
Making an adept of the night court lose control is something Dazai could brag about, except he never wants to let anyone else know about this night. There’s no shame in it, but he wants to keep this between the two of them.
After a minute, Oda pulls out of Dazai’s mouth and fumbles for the lube on the bedside stand. He slicks two fingers up and presses them inside himself, then tosses the lube to Dazai with his free hand.
Dazai gets the idea. He’s already hard just from making Oda lose it, so he only has to spread the lube over his cock a couple times. And then a couple times more, because Oda’s not being very diligent about preparing himself, in favor of quick and efficient.
He thinks about telling him to slow down, except that’s when Oda pushes him on his back and climbs onto his cock, and now, now it’s much more pressing for Dazai to tell himself to slow down. It isn’t the first or the hundredth time he’s been inside of a man, it’s not even the first time one’s been so eager, so why is he so overwhelmed already?
Because he knows Oda. Because Oda smiling at him like this has always made him melt, even without the heat surrounding him now. Because Oda is more important to him than anyone else has ever been.
Dazai grips Oda’s hips. “O, Odasaku…”
“Dazai-” Oda raises himself, slow, testing to see how much it hurts. “Don’t hold back now.”
He brings his hips back down.
The next few minutes are a blur of motion, of heat, of pleasure, of Oda crying out louder each time Dazai thrusts up into him and Dazai chanting Oda’s name like a sacred rite every time Oda slams his hips down. It could take minutes, it could take hours: Dazai wouldn’t know the difference. He doesn’t know anything except for Oda, Oda, Oda.
Oda comes first, and the tight squeeze as he climaxes means that Dazai is only good for a couple of thrusts afterward before he follows. They’re a mess, with come dripping out of Oda and onto Dazai, and when Oda flops on top of him Dazai can feel how both of them are in desperate need of a bath.
“…How long’d ya book me for?”
“Another hour.”
“Great, then I don’t gotta move for an hour.”
Dazai presses a kiss to Oda’s shoulder. “Like I would have let you escape cuddling.”