go among mad people

[misheard]

Title: go among mad people
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Dazai, Kan
Pairing(s): Kan/Dazai
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 783
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Dazai finds himself down the rabbit hole, and meets the Cheshire Cat.
Notes:

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If there is any book to fall into accidentally, then Alice in Wonderland would be the one. Down the rabbit hole.

Dazai can’t remember exactly how he ended up here. All he knows is that when he came to, he was wearing a pale blue dress that would have been much more modest on a young girl, rather than an adult man. Even disoriented as he was, Wonderland is not a difficult place to identify once you get to the giant mushrooms and talking flowers.

An exit would be nice. An exit he doesn’t have to ask the inhabitants about would be even better. If Dazai remembers right, Ranpo is the Red Queen here - not necessarily the most helpful of souls - and Chuuya plays the Mad Hatter - no power will make Dazai want to turn to Chuuya for help.

Still, nothing productive will come of laying around. Dazai smooths out his dress and starts walking.

Wonderland’s geography does not make for easy navigation. For lack of other landmarks, Dazai starts carving notches into the bases of the mushrooms with his scythe so that he’ll know if he’s headed in circles.

“You wouldn’t like it if someone carved a bit out of you, would you?”

The voice that calls down from atop a tall mushroom isn’t Ranpo’s or Chuuya’s. It’s Kan, with a cat tail swishing behind him.

“I wouldn’t,” Dazai says, lowering his scythe. Cheshire Cat or not, it isn’t in him to be disrespectful to Kikuchi Kan or do something he dislikes. “It’s hard to have a conversation when you’re so high up, sensei.”

“You’re the one who’s low down,” Kan replies.

This is fair, or at least, it’s fair when Kan says it. Dazai will just suffer through tilting his neck back that far. “Do you know how I can leave here?”

“Flying’s too hard for you, so I’d say you should try walking.”

…Why did he try to ask the Cheshire Cat for directions. He’s read this book, he should know better. “Okay, how about, do you know where I can get a change of clothes?”

Kan tilts his head to one side. “What’s wrong with those?”

“They’re embarrassing! And they barely cover me!” Dazai tugs the bottom hem of his dress down. It fails to become any more modest. “They’re fine for Alice, but for me…”

“They’re even better.” That grin on Kan’s face would be visible from any distance.

It makes Dazai’s face color, red against blue. “Th-thank you, but…”

In the space of a second, Kan disappears from atop the mushroom and reappears in front of Dazai. “Buuut~?” His tail curls around Dazai’s stocking-clad leg.

Dazai hasn’t had any tea or cookies here, so he shouldn’t be doing any growing, and yet.

“…It’s really short…” A whimpered excuse, as he prays that Kan won’t get any closer. Or that he will. Dazai’s not sure himself.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

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Dazai’s dress is pushed up to his hips, with Kan’s fingernails digging into it as he pushes harder and deeper inside him. His neck is littered with bite marks, and every time Dazai arches his back, Kan leans down to give him one more.

Giant mushrooms aren’t the easiest to get a grip on, but Dazai’s hardly complaining about being bent over and fucked against one. If his legs give out, he’ll happily be taken right there on the grass. He’s happy with anything, just as long as Kan doesn’t stop.

Kan purrs as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts, and the vibration against Dazai’s body is just one more thing that makes him moan.

“God, please, sensei-”

He’s melting from the inside out. He’s going mad, and wouldn’t that be fitting? If the Cheshire Cat fucked him to madness. The pleasure that’s arcing up his spine surely isn’t something a human can feel while still sane. Dazai welcomes it.

He doesn’t need anything but this, just this relentless rhythm of heat and pleasure, before he paints a white stripe up the side of the mushroom. Kan growls and bites Dazai’s neck again, mixing pain with every other sensation and making all of them even sharper.

Kan’s rhythm turns erratic, setting oversensitive nerves on fire. Dazai whimpers, and the feeling of being filled makes him gasp for breath.

After a moment, he’s able to speak. “This dress isn’t so bad after all,” he says with a tired smile and trembling legs. He tries to turn his head to look at Kan behind him.

The grin on Kan’s face would be visible a mile away. “You say that like we’re done.”

…He’ll go mad, but this is the best way to do it.