【Taizhong】Desperado

Reuniting again may have spent all the good luck in each other's lives.

Nakahara Chuya originally thought that this kind of sentimental idea would only be sung into the background music of those coffee shops, but thanks to Osamu Dazai, since he woke up from a sleep, many things around him have changed , Those things escaped from his predetermined plan, and were never within his imagination.

Terrible.He has a feeling that he has been cheated by the whole world.For example, my boss, Mori Ogai, must be an insider, right?But never said a single word to him.Not to mention Osamu Dazai, who was inexplicably annoyed just thinking of that face that was always at ease.When they were at the train station that day, when Osamu Dazai took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, he planned everything in advance.

Yes, premeditated, he thought through gritted teeth.

Now that they knew that they had a close relationship, what happened now was never a planned premeditation.

The dominator takes the initiative to sever the connection with his subordinates. Just thinking about this kind of thing makes people shiver in cold sweat, like a nightmare.But Osamu Dazai did that to him without any hesitation at that time, and saw that his face could still maintain a calm surface, without any guilt.

...what the hell am I to you?

Nakahara, who became more and more unbearable, rushed to Osamu Dazai angrily several times, wanting to slam him on the table and beat him to death before asking for clarification, but every time he saw that face, his brain would automatically think Unexpectedly, he glared at the other party for nothing, then hurriedly changed into another serious face that didn't know anything, and talked nonsense endlessly.

So although he hasn't figured out what he is to Osamu Dazai, he feels that he is a spineless idiot who can't even take care of his own emotions.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rested his chin in thought, sat at the bar and took another sip of gin. The lemon slices floated up and down with the ice cubes on the rim of the glass, but they failed to fall to the bottom of the glass. In the dim light, someone sat down next to him. , the black windbreaker occupied a corner of his sight.

"If you don't control your hormones, the whole space will be turned into a rapist by you."

"...Is it that obvious?" Perhaps the strong alcohol had paralyzed the nerves and body, and Nakahara Chuya himself was unconscious.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke put a small bottle of pills on the bar and pushed it over: "It's on the verge of getting out of control, what do you think?"

He was right, even that dull fellow Atsushi Nakajima could feel the unusually strong subordinate hormones in the air.

Zhong Yuanzhong also unscrewed the bottle of pills, poured out three or four pills as usual, and poured out two more after a pause, asked for a glass of water, and swallowed those inhibitors together.

six slices.Ryunosuke Akutagawa watched him swallow six tablets under the light, which was the amount he took for almost a week before meeting Atsushi Nakajima.Although inhibitors can suppress the submissive nature, but too much addiction, huge dependence will destroy a person's body from the inside.

"Are you going to keep doing this?" Akutagawa was unexpectedly serious, although it might seem like a lot of things.

"Is there any other way?"

"Maybe we can find Mr. Dazai to solve it, he is a good arrangement."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sure that he wanted to laugh, but he wasn't sure if the corners of his lips were really moved. He pressed his fingers tightly to the wine glass until the coolness of the wine and ice penetrated into five fingers through the glass.

Just like the three words Dazai Osamu penetrated into his heart.

"You are very stubborn," Akutagawa said after being silent for a while without getting a reply, "There is someone more stubborn than you."

Zhongyuan Zhongye spoke sarcastically and asked him who was number one.

"Mr. Dazai."

The answer is not surprising at all.

He didn't know when Akutagawa left that night, and he was completely drunk when he arrived.Dead drunk on the bar, dead drunk holding gin-scented ice cubes in the palm of his hand and feeling them melt, the sleep spreading across the counter until it wets the profile of his face and part of his hair.

While drunk, he saw Osamu Dazai walking towards him, and then hugged him whole.Very different from his frowning smell of alcohol, Dazai Osamu has a bright and fresh smell of pine wood, and there is a little night dew on his black fluffy hair.

He must have just come back from outside.

I don't know what to do when I go out so late, but what's the use of thinking about it, Osamu Dazai is originally a blood clan who should walk at night.

A vampire who killed him once and protected him again.

After going upstairs, Osamu Dazai sent him back to his room, and when the man's finger touched his finger inadvertently, he trembled slightly.A contact with Osamu Dazai was more sensitive than he thought, more deadly, and beyond words.

When Osamu Dazai turned to leave, Nakahara took off his only white shirt with his back turned to him.He could do anything insane with a drink and not be held accountable afterwards, so he's mean to confirm something, something important, something so heavy that he can't ignore it.

In the silence, he called to Dazai and asked him if he had any cigarettes.

Dazai touched his pocket, and there was only one last cigarette left on him, and he threw it to Nakahara Chuya.But the other party compared again and said that there was no lighter, so he had no choice but to go back to the bed, leaning on the man whose upper body was stripped to the naked eye, and light a cigarette for him.

Nakahara also took a puff eagerly in satisfaction, leaning on the soft cushion with his back a little smaller than Osamu Dazai, he raised his neck and blew out a smoke ring, the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, and the white cigarette was covered with smoke. The flames eroded slowly, and the smell of smoke spread in the nostrils, smudged the tired brain, and the stimulation of nicotine made him sober.

He put the finger holding the cigarette to Dazai's lips, so the other party lowered his head, and smoked the traces of the previous smoking.

"Don't you think so?"

"I don't mind."

"Because it's the last one?"

"because……"

It's you.

But he didn't say these two words.

It was because he reacted in time, and also because Zhongyuan Zhong didn't give him a chance to speak.Nakahara simply put out the cigarette butt, and gave Osamu Dazai a tentative kiss directly under the illusion of being drunk.The kisser trembled in his heart, closed his eyes, and didn't have the courage to meet the recipient's eyes.

The sudden intimacy didn't disturb Dazai, he was actually very familiar with Nakahara Chuya's lips - moderately soft and slightly moist.very familiar.Dominance and subordination are always easily attracted to each other, the lips that stick to each other have smoked the same cigarette as myself, and the eyes that are closed are always full of pride.Kissing Nakahara Nakaya is actually very familiar and easy, like being bewitched by hormones, Dazai Osamu naturally covered Nakahara Nakahara's lips with the same smell of smoke.

The tip of Nakahara Chuya's tongue has been flexibly entangled with Dazai Osamu's tongue - kissing is not difficult for him, and he easily satisfied the pleasant feeling that Dazai Osamu wanted.And in the smell of smoke, he held the other party's cold face with both hands, pressed it against his body, and returned a kiss that both parties could not describe in their entire lives.

"I want to do it." After the long and delicate kiss, Nakahara Nakaya's beautiful eyes full of desire stared at the prey in the dark, "Aren't you dominating? Do you want to try with me?"

The slight sound of breathing brushed Osamu Dazai's ear, and Nakahara brushed his cold earlobe with his lips, and put his hands on his shoulders.

The windows were not fully closed, and the night wind blew up the light and white gauze curtains. There was no moonlight tonight, and the bedroom, which hadn't even turned on a light, was pitch black.

Osamu Dazai's breath brushed the tip of his nose, and just when he thought the other party had successfully taken the bait, he was pushed heavily into the soft quilt by a force, which pinned his chest and made him unable to get up.

"Drunk people need sleep," the voice regained his sanity reminded him.

From the past, Zhong Yuanzhong hated his bland, seemingly caring care the most.Osamu Dazai took it for granted that this was the protection of his subordinates, but such careful protection brought counterproductive effects, and it would only make Nakahara Nakahara, who had just woken up from his dream, want to smash the barrier between each other with a punch. Broken shield.

He laughed in a low voice, and quietly touched the ring on Dazai Osamu's ring finger in the dark, trying his best to hide the excitement of his long-lost reunion.

"My situation is not very good. I am afraid that no matter how many inhibitors I take, I will not be able to save myself. Before that, I need a dominator to help me."

You don't want to make an already tense situation worse, do you.

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara. He knew that Chuya Nakahara had just taken a large amount of inhibitors in the bar to cure his uncontrollable hormones. Maybe crazy.At least when he passed by the Central Plains Central Yemen a few days ago, he smoothly dealt with a few criminals who tried to approach him (although they were also tempted by instinct hormones). He also almost lost control and rushed into his room.

Something must have happened.He realized that since he came back, something was affecting the Central Plains, which was originally a stable mood.

The keen Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the man's silence was because he was distracted.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was wondering what you were thinking."

Osamu Dazai answered quickly this time, almost without thinking.

The night is as cool as water.There always seemed to be a layer of hazy barrier between the two of them, which couldn't be pierced, poured, or burned.What Osamu Dazai didn't understand, Chuya Nakahara didn't understand either.Along the way, they have different goals in mind.A desperado with memories exerts what little sympathy (or guilt) he has left, but he is far more innocent, just to complete a difficult task.But now he finds that it is not the task that is difficult. No task in the world can make him feel so difficult. What really makes him feel at a loss is the memory that suddenly returns to his body.The part that Osamu Dazai took away has now broken all his planned plans. He has not been open and honest for a long time in order to maintain his usual decency, but he wants to follow the traces of the past love so much, so he wants to give Osamu Dazai a hug and then Then he swung his fist hard.

His love is so self-talking.

This stupid person has been trying to control everything, even giving him all the endings of love in his life. It is too overestimating himself, and it is too ridiculous.

"Then you want to listen to the truth?"

"Are you willing to tell the truth?"

The truth in a series of lies is enough to be frightening, and people are often afraid of disillusionment, because they will be speechless to those beautiful lies they weave.But the unbreakable barrier makes him almost suffocate, and there is almost no room for him in the lies that Osamu Dazai gave him. You might as well try to break through the dark night full of overlapping shadows, and see if there will be a handful of light to illuminate each other's not honest eyes.

"I was thinking," he said calmly, "if I were you, I would grab everything in front of me."

Naturally and unexpectedly, Nakahara Chuya couldn't wait to take off Dazai Osamu's clothes, and sincerely invited this familiar guest into his body.The two hid in the endowed blind night and entangled themselves all night, deceiving themselves and others, exposing the false face they wanted each other to see in each other's eyes, only the lust of deep penetration and active acceptance every time is real Yes, unreservedly allow the other party to explore the limits of their own bodies.He touched the ring on Dazai Osamu's ring finger countless times intentionally or unintentionally, and wanted to ask him where he put his ring.Nakahara was hugged and even wanted to cry in the continuous fiery desire. When the love reached a climax, he could only bite the exposed shoulder of Osamu Dazai forbearance, not letting himself speak out presumptuously, but at the end Looking for familiar comfort and home in the storm.

They made love, pinched and bitten on their sweaty skin, wild and crazy, but no one talked about bonding and bonding.