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handsome devils and sobriquets
Title: handsome devils and sobriquets
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Akutagawa, BunAru Dazai
Pairing(s): BunAru Dazai/BSD Akutagawa
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 1,200
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Akutagawa meets the author Dazai, who praises him in a way Akutagawa hadn't anticipated.
Notes: I dedicate this to Lulu, who has helped me during my recent rough period.
Over the few months they’ve been acquaintances, Akutagawa has learned that his author counterpart has friends.
Quite a number of them, actually. There’s a man with a warm presence who says ‘Ryuu’ the same fond way his Akutagawa says ‘Kan’. There’s a man with a wild mane and an easy laugh. There’s a mustached man that the accomplished Akutagawa addresses as ‘sensei’, and…
“Oh, have you met Dazai-kun?”
He is nothing like the Dazai that once commanded fear among the Port Mafia. His eyes are too bright, his smile too genuine. His clothes burst with color, red and gold on fabric that would be ruined if a drop of blood was spilled on it.
He is nothing like Dazai, and yet this Akutagawa can hardly breathe when he turns the force of that smile on him.
“Any friend of Akutagawa-sensei’s is a friend of mine! Pleased to meet you~”
Akutagawa doesn’t hear himself speak, but he must have said his name to get Dazai to light up even more.
“Akutagawa-sensei - no, Akutagawa-sama! It’s such an honor!” Dazai bows, while the other Akutagawa covers a chuckle with his hand. Akutagawa can hardly blame him: the scene must be ridiculous, Akutagawa gaping like a fish while Dazai calls a stranger -sama. Anyone would laugh. He should laugh.
He can’t. After coughing into his sleeve a few times, he mutters, “Likewise.”
Dazai insists on sharing contact information so they can stay in touch. It saves Akutagawa the embarrassment of trying to ask without coming off as wanting to interact with another human being ever again. He does insist that Dazai drop the -sama if they’re going to meet again: he might not always be able to hide his red cheeks behind his hand.
Places Dazai likes to meet: restaurants where he insists on paying for the meal. Art museums. Bars, though after Akutagawa expressed mild displeasure once Dazai’s never suggested them again. Shopping malls.
Places Dazai does not like to meet: parks where people can have dogs about - he’s terrified of the animals, a counterpoint to the other Dazai’s disdain and malice. Beaches. Aquariums. Anywhere Akutagawa doesn’t like.
(Akutagawa tries to remember if the other Dazai ever cared about what Akutagawa didn’t like except as a possible avenue of punishment, and comes up with nothing.)
“Sensei is my idol,” Dazai says, after finishing the last of his crab. “He’s practically a god to me. I know I’ll never surpass him, but if he recognized me and my work, that would be enough for me to die happy.”
Uncomfortably familiar. Akutagawa nudges his nearly untouched food with his chopsticks. “Has he not recognized you already?”
“He knows who I am now! And I even get to speak to him personally!” Dazai’s dreamy expression quickly fades. “But recognize my writing, my life’s work… no. I’m not sure if he’s read any of it? But I can’t just go and ask…”
“It would be easier to believe Dazai-san simply didn’t know what I’ve done instead of it not being enough for him.” The words are bitter, spat out before Akutagawa can think to keep them inside.
Dazai - this one, the one that smiles like his whole heart is in his face - tilts his head a little. “…I’m not qualified to give recognition when it comes to physical strength,” he says at last. “That isn’t my area of expertise, it’d be an insult to you to try. But I can say that you’re cute.”
Akutagawa, who had been about to say something about the Dazai who made him what he is being the only one able to give him validation, shuts his mouth. After a second he manages, “What?”
“Cute. Handsome.” Dazai’s smile is entirely different with his eyelashes lowered. “That is one of my areas of expertise. I’d recognize you plenty.”
Even someone as socially inept as Akutagawa can tell when he’s being flirted with, or at least that he’s being flirted with now. The part of him that hates human contact wants to recoil; the part of him that guards him with suspicion warns against being so vulnerable with anyone.
The part of him that craves any kind of approval from any Dazai says, “…I wouldn’t mind.”
To call Akutagawa’s body ‘thin’ would be too complimentary: ‘gaunt’ would be more appropriate. His skin is covered in scars and pockmarks, and constant illness and malnutrition has worn any fat he might have had down to nothing. Just unbuttoning his coat should be enough to make anyone reconsider touching him.
And still Dazai kisses his scarred skin without disgust, caresses his chest without comment on his ribs showing. Akutagawa wants to question him on calling Akutagawa ‘cute’ and demand to know how anyone could find him attractive, let alone someone as beautiful as Dazai. But he can’t say anything, because Dazai being genuine about it would undo him completely.
He can’t open his mouth anyway. The sounds Dazai draws from him are embarrassing enough even with him biting the back of his fist. Dazai’s lips and tongue on his chest make him whimper, and kisses on his inner thighs bring forth barely muffled moans. He feels heat and wet and can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but sob Dazai’s name again and again until the world fades away around him.
Dazai surfaces for air, licking his lips clean. “You look like you had a good time~”
Akutagawa is still panting for breath. When it occurs to him that he hasn’t repaid Dazai for the pleasure, he sits bolt upright, only for the sudden movement to cause a coughing fit.
“Easy.” Dazai rubs his back through his coat, a more gentle touch than Akutagawa is used to. “Just relax for a minute.”
“But-” Akutagawa coughs a few more times before managing, “I haven’t repaid the favor.”
“Already took care of it.” Dazai gives a slightly sheepish smile as he wipes his hand off on the sheets. “You seemed like you’d need a nap afterward.”
Akutagawa can’t say that Dazai is wrong, but this does nothing to settle him down. “I can match you! I will! Don’t underestimate me-”
“It isn’t a competition? Or a transaction?” Dazai flops face-first onto the bed, and pats the mattress beside him until Akutagawa lays down as well. “If you’re that worried about repayment, consider the sounds you made to be priceless. And if you’re worried about doing it right: this is the part where you cuddle.”
Cuddling. Akutagawa doesn’t know where to begin, but he manages to squash his urge to pull away or lash out when Dazai wraps an arm around him.
“…Your standards of ‘handsome’ are questionable.” When Dazai only hums in response, Akutagawa scowls. “You’ve seen my body. Do you expect me to believe I impressed someone as beautiful as you?”
“You’re sweet.” Dazai presses a kiss to Akutagawa’s cheek while Akutagawa is too stunned to respond. “It’s always the handsomest men who fall sick, you know. Like you.”
No, Akutagawa doesn’t know how Dazai says that he’s sweet, cute, and handsome with a straight face, but that’s as much genuine affection as his heart can take tonight. He says nothing more and finally allows himself that nap.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs + Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): BSD Akutagawa, BunAru Dazai
Pairing(s): BunAru Dazai/BSD Akutagawa
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 1,200
Rating: R
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Akutagawa meets the author Dazai, who praises him in a way Akutagawa hadn't anticipated.
Notes: I dedicate this to Lulu, who has helped me during my recent rough period.
Over the few months they’ve been acquaintances, Akutagawa has learned that his author counterpart has friends.
Quite a number of them, actually. There’s a man with a warm presence who says ‘Ryuu’ the same fond way his Akutagawa says ‘Kan’. There’s a man with a wild mane and an easy laugh. There’s a mustached man that the accomplished Akutagawa addresses as ‘sensei’, and…
“Oh, have you met Dazai-kun?”
He is nothing like the Dazai that once commanded fear among the Port Mafia. His eyes are too bright, his smile too genuine. His clothes burst with color, red and gold on fabric that would be ruined if a drop of blood was spilled on it.
He is nothing like Dazai, and yet this Akutagawa can hardly breathe when he turns the force of that smile on him.
“Any friend of Akutagawa-sensei’s is a friend of mine! Pleased to meet you~”
Akutagawa doesn’t hear himself speak, but he must have said his name to get Dazai to light up even more.
“Akutagawa-sensei - no, Akutagawa-sama! It’s such an honor!” Dazai bows, while the other Akutagawa covers a chuckle with his hand. Akutagawa can hardly blame him: the scene must be ridiculous, Akutagawa gaping like a fish while Dazai calls a stranger -sama. Anyone would laugh. He should laugh.
He can’t. After coughing into his sleeve a few times, he mutters, “Likewise.”
Dazai insists on sharing contact information so they can stay in touch. It saves Akutagawa the embarrassment of trying to ask without coming off as wanting to interact with another human being ever again. He does insist that Dazai drop the -sama if they’re going to meet again: he might not always be able to hide his red cheeks behind his hand.
Places Dazai likes to meet: restaurants where he insists on paying for the meal. Art museums. Bars, though after Akutagawa expressed mild displeasure once Dazai’s never suggested them again. Shopping malls.
Places Dazai does not like to meet: parks where people can have dogs about - he’s terrified of the animals, a counterpoint to the other Dazai’s disdain and malice. Beaches. Aquariums. Anywhere Akutagawa doesn’t like.
(Akutagawa tries to remember if the other Dazai ever cared about what Akutagawa didn’t like except as a possible avenue of punishment, and comes up with nothing.)
“Sensei is my idol,” Dazai says, after finishing the last of his crab. “He’s practically a god to me. I know I’ll never surpass him, but if he recognized me and my work, that would be enough for me to die happy.”
Uncomfortably familiar. Akutagawa nudges his nearly untouched food with his chopsticks. “Has he not recognized you already?”
“He knows who I am now! And I even get to speak to him personally!” Dazai’s dreamy expression quickly fades. “But recognize my writing, my life’s work… no. I’m not sure if he’s read any of it? But I can’t just go and ask…”
“It would be easier to believe Dazai-san simply didn’t know what I’ve done instead of it not being enough for him.” The words are bitter, spat out before Akutagawa can think to keep them inside.
Dazai - this one, the one that smiles like his whole heart is in his face - tilts his head a little. “…I’m not qualified to give recognition when it comes to physical strength,” he says at last. “That isn’t my area of expertise, it’d be an insult to you to try. But I can say that you’re cute.”
Akutagawa, who had been about to say something about the Dazai who made him what he is being the only one able to give him validation, shuts his mouth. After a second he manages, “What?”
“Cute. Handsome.” Dazai’s smile is entirely different with his eyelashes lowered. “That is one of my areas of expertise. I’d recognize you plenty.”
Even someone as socially inept as Akutagawa can tell when he’s being flirted with, or at least that he’s being flirted with now. The part of him that hates human contact wants to recoil; the part of him that guards him with suspicion warns against being so vulnerable with anyone.
The part of him that craves any kind of approval from any Dazai says, “…I wouldn’t mind.”
To call Akutagawa’s body ‘thin’ would be too complimentary: ‘gaunt’ would be more appropriate. His skin is covered in scars and pockmarks, and constant illness and malnutrition has worn any fat he might have had down to nothing. Just unbuttoning his coat should be enough to make anyone reconsider touching him.
And still Dazai kisses his scarred skin without disgust, caresses his chest without comment on his ribs showing. Akutagawa wants to question him on calling Akutagawa ‘cute’ and demand to know how anyone could find him attractive, let alone someone as beautiful as Dazai. But he can’t say anything, because Dazai being genuine about it would undo him completely.
He can’t open his mouth anyway. The sounds Dazai draws from him are embarrassing enough even with him biting the back of his fist. Dazai’s lips and tongue on his chest make him whimper, and kisses on his inner thighs bring forth barely muffled moans. He feels heat and wet and can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but sob Dazai’s name again and again until the world fades away around him.
Dazai surfaces for air, licking his lips clean. “You look like you had a good time~”
Akutagawa is still panting for breath. When it occurs to him that he hasn’t repaid Dazai for the pleasure, he sits bolt upright, only for the sudden movement to cause a coughing fit.
“Easy.” Dazai rubs his back through his coat, a more gentle touch than Akutagawa is used to. “Just relax for a minute.”
“But-” Akutagawa coughs a few more times before managing, “I haven’t repaid the favor.”
“Already took care of it.” Dazai gives a slightly sheepish smile as he wipes his hand off on the sheets. “You seemed like you’d need a nap afterward.”
Akutagawa can’t say that Dazai is wrong, but this does nothing to settle him down. “I can match you! I will! Don’t underestimate me-”
“It isn’t a competition? Or a transaction?” Dazai flops face-first onto the bed, and pats the mattress beside him until Akutagawa lays down as well. “If you’re that worried about repayment, consider the sounds you made to be priceless. And if you’re worried about doing it right: this is the part where you cuddle.”
Cuddling. Akutagawa doesn’t know where to begin, but he manages to squash his urge to pull away or lash out when Dazai wraps an arm around him.
“…Your standards of ‘handsome’ are questionable.” When Dazai only hums in response, Akutagawa scowls. “You’ve seen my body. Do you expect me to believe I impressed someone as beautiful as you?”
“You’re sweet.” Dazai presses a kiss to Akutagawa’s cheek while Akutagawa is too stunned to respond. “It’s always the handsomest men who fall sick, you know. Like you.”
No, Akutagawa doesn’t know how Dazai says that he’s sweet, cute, and handsome with a straight face, but that’s as much genuine affection as his heart can take tonight. He says nothing more and finally allows himself that nap.