bandagedfool | IC Contact || Duplicity

"I don't know," Jouno admits. He'd been too far gone to save normally, and while there were probably people with abilities similar to Yosano in the city, there was no guarantee that they'd be willing to help him. He dislikes dying, though, be it here or back home, and would prefer to avoid it if at all possible.

Had Jouno been sober, he very much would have noticed the light blush gracing Dazai's cheeks. Drunk, though, his senses were off and he was more normal about things.

"I don't enjoy it as much when they enjoy it, too," Jouno admits with a displeased sigh, "but I suppose I have to adjust if I want to make it in this city." His job certainly made people miserable, but it was nothing like his work back home. He'd have to change to keep himself out of trouble.

Dazai's offer is tempting at least -- someone who dislikes pain but will let them hurt him anyway. Still, Jouno isn't sure, if only because he can't figure out why Dazai is being so kind to him. Was it really nostalgia? The bond they shared due to similar backgrounds? It was hard to say.

"Why are you offering?" The question escapes his lips before he can filter it.

Jouno didn't call out the light blush - so he either didn't notice or didn't care at the moment. That was a plus for Dazai, making it easy for him to ignore his own feelings for the moment, as he didn't need to explain himself or find some excuse.

Instead, he needed to find an answer for the unfiltered question, dropped in front of him without a thought. In the same way, the answer wouldn't be thought about, it would slip out unfiltered before Dazai could think more about his answer, before he could sugar coat it to make it sound less bad than it did.

"Simple," Dazai begins, "I'm bored."

With that answer, Dazai sighs, sounding content. What better answer could he have given? That he liked Jouno? Was interested in him and would do anything to have his attention? No, those wouldn't be truthful. Would they?

"And it could be fun. Something to entertain me for a little while." An offhanded addition, seemingly unimportant to add in his opinion.

The answer, simple as it is, comforts Jouno in a way. If Dazai is just bored, then things can carry on as they have between them. No strings attached. Jouno is far too paranoid to trust someone, much less someone with a background similar to his own. They may both be trying to turn a new leaf, but they're only capable of so much.

"Fine," Jouno agrees, a verbal contract. He'll go along with Dazai's plan for now.

The train comes to a stop, and he's not so drunk that he doesn't feel the shift in movement. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he tries to sit up straight. It's slightly lopsided instead, still half-leaning against Dazai's shoulder.

"Ugh, just take me home," he complains. "My head is spinning."

A verbal contract is all they needed. Good, a new form of relationship would begin between them. Not one that would require any strings attached or anything in writing. Simply... something more fun, something where they could both hopefully relax into it. Something that felt more normal than they were used to here.

The train comes to a stop that feels somehow a little more harsh than usual. Maybe due to Jouno's struggle?
Carefully, Dazai shifts to wrap his arm around Jouno's shoulders, with the silent excuse of needing to assist the other man. His other hand, the free one, grasps Jouno's uniform jacket, to make sure he didn't lose that here on the train.

"We're going, we're going!" It's not too hard to help Jouno stand. Out the train they go!

Thankfully, the walk doesn't take the two of them too long, before they reach the apartments. With one hand, Dazai manages to get out a key, unlocking the apartment door for Jouno.

"Home sweet home." Dazai says, once the door is pushed open!

Jouno is heavy against Dazai as they walk, carefully counting his steps. It's usually second nature to navigate from the train to his apartment, even blind, but tonight, it's all the more difficult. Fortunately, with the other's help, he makes it and he's all too relieved to pull away from Dazai and work on removing his boots.

The laces prove to be more than he's capable of at the moment though, so instead, he simply slumps down on the floor. Back against the wall, he raises his foot, a quiet cry for help. It seems he's enlisting Dazai's aid for even this at the moment.

Oh, he still needed him?

Dazai kicked off his own shoes unceremoniously, only leaning down briefly to set them into their right spot, to avoid having Jouno trip over them. Only then did he notice the struggle Jouno had been having, his eyes wandering down to the boots, and the way Jouno was silently asking for help.

It would be hilarious to leave him to struggle there in the entranceway.

With that thought in mind, Dazai kneels down in front of him. "I've got it." He murmurs, his hands carefully moving to get working. One hand rests against the back of Jouno's ankle, holding his leg and boot in place as his other hand slowly undoes the laces. Once the laces were undone enough, he carefully pulls Jouno's boot off. The process is then repeated with the other shoe, a soft hum being the only sound that Dazai makes as he took care of this for Jouno.

Even drunk, Jouno can still hear the careful way Dazai unlaces his boots. It's slow and deliberate, but Jouno doubts that Dazai is aware what he's doing to him -- Jouno has always had a thing for being served, after all.

He waits until Dazai is finished unlacing and removing his boots before he reaches forward and grabs him by the collar with a gloved hand. Jouno is drunk, angry, and now he just wants to get laid. Dazai will do for that. They'd just made their new agreement, even, so perhaps it could get interesting...

He forces Dazai into a bruising kiss, all but pulling Dazai down to his level on the floor. It's not the ideal place for this, but in his drunken stupor, Jouno also doesn't think that it's the worst.

As Jouno suspects, Dazai had no clue what he was doing, or that Jouno was into something so simple. Something that took little effort to pull off. After all, Dazai was used to serving others, in another life.

Being unaware had its perks. Being tugged in so hard, forcing Dazai down onto the floor with him, and dragging him into that kiss -- it's enough to make anyone melt. There was a hint of desperation, desire.

His hands had to steady him, he needed somewhere to put them. They end up against Jouno's shoulders, pressing him harder against the wall he was leaning up on. The kiss is returned in the same manner as it began, Dazai's energy easily matching Jouno's.

Dazai's fingers wander, beginning to pull off the jacket he'd given Jouno while they were out. For now, he was following Jouno's lead.

Jouno's back presses against the wall, further pushed by Dazai's hands. He doesn't mind the contact, enjoys it even. His own hands move to settle on Dazai, one on his shoulder and the other on his hip. The coat slides down his arms, but he doesn't move to let it be tugged off entirely yet.

Instead, he's focused on the kiss, his lips parting sloppily. It's not the usual graceful kiss that Dazai is used to from him. It's messy and hungry, hot and wet.

The hand on Dazai's shoulder shifts, moving to cover Dazai's throat, long fingers wrapping around it. He squeezes, not so hard as to really hurt Dazai, but certainly enough to cut off his airflow. He keeps their lips locked, never breaking the kiss even as he chokes him.

Dazai's not sure how they ended up in this position, but he sure as hell wasn't about to complain about it. Nothing about this was graceful. It was messy, hurried. Feverish, in a way that none of the kisses they'd shared in recent months had been.

The way he was pulled down, Dazai's knee was already between the other man's legs, making it easy for him to shift and press his knee against Jouno's crotch, as he parts his lips. In the same moment, Jouno would be able to feel the shudder that runs down Dazai's back as his airflow is cut off.

Still, Dazai doesn't pull back. This doesn't deter him whatsoever. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, he lets his hands continue to wander, now wandering further down to begin to unbutton his shirt.

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