"I know you want it, Chuuya."

"Shut up. Get away from me."

"Stop denying it, you know you want to."

Chuuya, now against the wall, is pressed close to the taller man. The smell of crimson ichor emanating around him like a cloud is so hard for him to resist.

He swallows air and hesitantly meets Dazai's gaze. He looks down at him with a smirk, but not in an obnoxious way like he normally did. Instead of pissing Chuuya off, the smirk makes his chest flutter.

"I know that look in your eyes, Chuuya."

Dazai's voice is soft.

"The smell is intoxicating, yeah?"

Chuuya bares his fangs in annoyance.

"Stop it. I'm not drinking your lowly blood, Dazai. And it's not like I need to to survive."

Dazai boxes Chuuya in with an arm, and gently pulls at his bandages, letting them unfurl and expose his neck.

Chuuya can barely look at it without imagining how delicious it must be.

"You can't resist, it is futile. Go on, suck my blood. I know you want to."

Chuuya glares at the man. "There is nothing to resist. I'm not drinking your blood. You're disgusting."

The brunette cradles the side of Chuuya's face so gently, the redhead feels like he may melt.

"It's okay. You can have all of my blood."

He leans forward until his clavicle is right in front of Chuuya's eyes, as if taunting him.

"Fuck you."

Chuuya says as he sinks his teeth into Dazai's skin.

Dazai chuckles and then sighs.

"I'll give you all of it, Chuuya."

~

Dazai had a very pleasant night's sleep. The best he had in ages.

He cannot get the feeling of Chuuya drinking his blood out of his head. He thought it would have been a painful sensation, but it was anything but.

The brunette looks into the mirror to fix his bedhead, when he notices a skin abnormality peeking through his shirt that was not there before.

He pulls back his sleep shirt collar and sees a red mark where Chuuya bit him.

But not the scar of his fangs.

It was a maroon blot in the shape of a hat, that brought a smile across Dazai's lips.

He knew exactly what this mark was.

"Ne Chuuya?"

He calls through his phone.

"What do you want?"

"I need to see you. I have something important to tell you."

"Ugh, can't you just tell me now?"

"No. You have to see it to understand."

"Aaaagh, fine! I'll meet you in an hour. You're such an asshole."

And the vampire hangs up.

~

"Now, what is it that you want that you insisted on seeing me for?"

Chuuya seethes; he crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor impatiently. He feels his heart convulse as he watches a smirk tug at Dazai's lips.

"I found something that I think might be of interest to you."

Dazai tugs on his bandages to reveal the marking left on him, and Chuuya's eyes widen at the sight of it. He internally scolds himself, Fuck.

"If Chuuya wanted to be in this sort of relationship, he should've told me sooner."

Chuuya continues to stare.

"Was my blood really that delicious, Chuuya?"

"Shut up."

Dazai moves closer to the redhead and leans forward. "Since you're here, care for a drink?"

Chuuya sighs in relief. "Please. You've been fucking killing me lately, so I'd appreciate a nice glass of wi--"

"Ah, but I wasn't referring to alcohol."

Chuuya blinks until his mind clicks.

"Why are you so insistent on me drinking your blood, you creep?"

Dazai claps his hands together. "I'm glad you asked!"

Chuuya internally condemns himself.

"When you drank my blood, it felt simply divine! You see, I'm sure you know vampires inject an anesthetic into their prey so they don't feel the pain of their fangs sinking into them, much like a mosquito without the itching! But with you, it was...different! The feeling of my blood flowing violently and rushing to that one spot was wonderful! It was like an adrenaline rush. And I knew that you were benefiting from it, too, so it all balances out! Drinking blood is so intimate these days, because you vampires always can easily resist the urge, but when you're around me, I can feel your bloodlust, you craving to drink from me once more, and you put your Mark of Possession on me and--"

"Oh my God, just SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Dazai smirks.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to say that."

In Chuuya's anger, the sweet scent of Dazai's blood was even more potent. Oh, how he wants to throw the man against the wall and drink him dry. It was the best blood he'd ever drank. And hearing Dazai's soothing, "I'll let you have all of it," as he drank just made it better.

But he has to hold back.

Dazai steps closer and pokes a finger to Chuuya's lip.

"Fufu, I know exactly what you're thinking, Chuuya."

Chuuya glares at the man. "Try me."

"You're thinking about how delicious my blood was~"

The vampire groans.

"I hate how well you see through me."

Dazai laughs.

"Aww, you admitted! You're adorable, Chuuya~"

"Shut up!"

Dazai obeys, much to Chuuya's surprise. In the sweet silence, the redhead leans his head forward a little, to which a soft chuckle spills from Dazai's lips.

"Go ahead and bite again, Chuuya. I don't mind."

Chuuya doesn't budge.

"You did go through the trouble to mark me, after all."

"Shush."

"I'm all yours, mon petit. I belong to you. You can have as much of my blood as you wish."

Dazai's tone is nearly as sweet as the taste of his blood.

How could Chuuya resist?

He bites into Dazai's collarbone and drinks from him, feeling the brunette's hands wander up his back. It doesn't feel good. It absolutely totally for sure doesn't feel good.

It also doesn't feel good at all when Dazai holds Chuuya so tenderly, close to him as he bites into another spot and drinks more of the crimson ichor, more delectable than his beloved wine.

Chuuya pulls his teeth from Dazai's skin and begins to mend the marred spots with his tongue. Totally not an attempt to lick up any droplets of blood he may have missed.

Dazai makes a sound at the feeling. Chuuya hates the sound, yet does not understand why he wants to hear it again.

Dazai's eyes flutter shut, and he softly purrs.

"You feel good, Chuuya."

The vampire did not realize until that moment that the two of them had sunken into Dazai's couch. Startled, he lifts his head violently and stares at Dazai.

"H-how did we get here?"

"Hehe, did Chuuya forget? He was so forward and aggressive. While he was drinking me dry he shoved me into the couch~"

Chuuya groans again. "Why does everything have to be disgusting with you??"

Dazai laughs again, the "Fufu" sticking in Chuuya's ears. He wants to hear it again.

"I wasn't the one being aggressive, Chuuya. But you put your Mark of Possession on me. You can do whatever you want to me~"

Chuuya wants to complain again, but that is when an idea comes to his head.

"Is that so?"

He taunts.

Dazai smirks back at the shorter man.

"It is so."

And after that, Chuuya presses his lips to Dazai's, gently.

Dazai makes a surprised sound, but soon enough, flows into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the redhead.

Unintentionally, Chuuya's fangs slip out and he bites Dazai's lip, blood now trickling down the brunette's face.

"Mm, Chuuya, I love you."

Chuuya stares at the man in shock.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I love you."

Chuuya kisses up the blood dripping from Dazai's face.

"Do you even know what love is?"

The redhead mumbles as he licks his lips.

"Because I sure as hell don't."

Dazai stares at Chuuya, losing himself in his beautiful azure eyes.

"Well, it's not a clinical definition, but...my heart flutters when I look at you. My face heats up when you touch me. I never want to leave your presence. I always find it adorable when you pout as I annoy you. I can never get enough of you drinking my blood. I feel sick when I see you interact with anyone other than me. Seeing the Mark of Possession on my neck first thing in the morning made me incredibly happy."

Chuuya stares back at Dazai, feeling his own face heat up."

"I love you, Chuuya. I love you."

The vampire's bottom lip quivers slightly, and then he collapses, resting his head on Dazai's chest, resisting the urge to cry.

Nobody had ever told him they loved him before.

"Dazai, I...I don't know what love is. Therefore I can't tell you that I love you too. Vampires like me don't seek it out. Sure, we seek solace and bonds in friendship, but romantic love is...unnecessary. Yet...I want to stay here, with you. I want you to hold me close and drive me mad with your words. I want to drink your sweet blood and listen to your equally sweet words and reassurance. I don't know what love is. But…I want to find that out with you."

Dazai kisses Chuuya lightly on the tip of his nose. "I'll be more than happy to help you find that out, Chuuya."

Chuuya looks up at Dazai once more.

"Can I…"

"Yeah?"

"Can I call you 'Osamu?'"

Dazai's heart pounds. Nobody ever called him by his given name before. Nobody ever even asked. To everyone, he was just "Dazai." Nothing more.

Except for the vampire laying on top of him.

"Of course."

Chuuya quivers again.

"Osamu, I--"

He cuts himself off by biting into Dazai's neck once more. He feels the brunette's fingers run through his hair.

"Fufu. That's alright, Chuuya. You don't need to find your words now. Just drink my blood. I'll let you have it all."