Whatever Lies Ahead

The kiss was by far the best kiss Dazai had ever shared with someone, although he may have been biased. Unlike other times Dazai had been kissed, this was gentler and softer. It was one that made him feel something other than disgust. From a professional standpoint, it could use some work.

Blaise wasn't an extremely terrible kisser. He didn't kiss too hard, his breath didn't stink, and he didn't rush things. However, he was definitely bland. He just kept his lips there, obviously having no idea what to do. It wasn't like he wanted to lack passion, especially when he was kissing Dazai, he just didn't want to do something wrong

So Dazai took it upon himself to teach Blaise. He reached his hand behind Blaise's neck and deepened the kiss, surprising Blaise. Dazai was never the one to initiate anything with Blaise, whether it be dreaded conversations, holding hands, or hugging. He wasn't complaining though, easily following Dazai's pace.

Blaise was a fast learner. He didn't know how, when, or where Dazai learned to kiss like he did, but he kissed with enough passion to make Voldemort lose his balance. Which was going to happen soon to Blaise if he didn't sit down or breathe. At that thought Dazai separated their lips, his looking glossier.

It was as if he read Blaise's mind because he put his hands on his shoulders and told him to sit. Blaise easily complied, sitting on the couch with a loud plop. Dazai, however, stayed standing. He looked to be contemplating something before eventually making his mind up, startling Blaise when he straddled his thighs.

Now Blaise had a lot of fantasies. Fantasies of kissing down Dazai's entire body, holding him in his arms, kissing him. None of these fantasies included Dazai sitting on his lap, taking the lead. Although the sight was definitely one of his favorites. In this position, he couldn't help his mind wandering into dangerous territory. He was aroused to say the least.

Dazai's hands, which had previously been on his shoulders, trailed down his body feeling up his abdomen and tightening on his robes. All the while Blaise watched, holding his breath as if he believed if he exhaled Dazai would run away. Hesitantly, he brought his hands to Dazai's waist under his robes, caressing the exposed skin from the bunching of his shirt.

Dazai used his grip on Blaise's robes to pull him back into another kiss, which Blaise reciprocated immediately. Unlike the other kiss, this kiss felt more urgent and much much more sensual. Dazai opened his mouth, licking and nibbling Blaise's lower lip, causing him to silently groan which allowed Dazai to slip his tongue in Blaise's mouth. Dazai searched for Blaise's tongue and when he found it he let Blaise experimentally lick at it.

Blaise didn't dare to move his hands from Dazai's sides, squeezing tightly, which was becoming more apparent to Dazai. Meanwhile Dazai was itching to rip off his clothes, if Blaise was feeling the same way, he didn't know how he could keep his hands still. Dazai let his hands press against Blaise's chest, pushing his back against the cushion and separating their kiss.

Blaise's eyes were clouded over. His emotions were skyrocketing along with his heartbeat. He had just french kissed Dazai. Dazai, the boy he had a crush on for years, and would do anything for. He didn't know if he was awake anymore, but he was sure that if this was a dream he didn't want it to end. He also wasn't sure it could get any better, until Dazai moved his hands to shrug Blaise's robes off. He moved his hands to do the same for Dazai, before he felt him tense up.

“Sorry! Do you want to leave it on?”

“No it's just my…” He mumbled. “My arms are ugly. They've got disgusting scars on them and even though the bandages cover them they don't erase how disgusting I am.”

“Can I see them? I won't judge.” Blaise asked hesitantly. “It's okay if not, you can keep everything on if that's what you're comfortable with.”

Dazai stared at Blaise for a second. He wouldn't want anyone to see, but.. Blaise wasn't just anyone. Blaise was good and if he wanted to see something then Dazai wasn't going to deny it of him. Plus he trusted Blaise, which was more than Mori who saw his scars on a regular basis.

Dazai's robe fell onto the floor, showcasing his bandaged arms. He watched Blaise's expression, waiting for him to grow an expression of hate and throw him off of his lap. But Blaise just smiled because Blaise was different. Slowly he leaned to kiss Dazai's arm, watching his reaction, before kissing up and down all over his littered arms still hidden under the bandages. Dazai's breath hitched watching Blaise kiss every place on his arms.

When Blaise was done he trailed his kisses up his shoulder to his neck, kissing his pulse, before stopping next to his ear.

“Your arms are beautiful. You are beautiful.” Blaise said, kissing his ear, causing Dazai to shiver. Blaise had seen Dazai's scars once, he knew what was under the bandages, but that didn't matter. To him, they were just another part of Dazai. Something that came with him, with his hurt. A sign that Dazai deserved more love than anyone had ever given him.

Dazai had nothing to say. He couldn't say anything. If he tried to speak, he'd probably cry and never stop. So he kissed Blaise once again. Deepening the kiss had become one of his favorite things. He wanted to show Blaise his love, he wanted him to feel it seeping out of his mouth into his. He wanted to make him feel as good as he made him feel. By the end of the night, he was sure their lips would be swollen.

Blaise grunted when Dazai pushed his back against the couch and scooted further up his lap. Dazai watched with hooded eyes, as Blaise breathed heavily. Blaise looked magnificent in this position, tempting Dazai even more. Blaise laced one hand through Dazai's hair and pulled his head to the side, kissing his neck. Dazai let out a soft moan when Blaise bit his neck, the sound sending a wave into his ear and down his body before hitting his erection.

God Dazai was hot. Wanting to hear the sound again he bit and sucked where he could feel Dazai's pulse, leaving marks. It was too late by the time Dazai realized, but he still moved his hands to grab Blaise's chin, doing the same to Blaise that he just did to him.

“Mori's going to have a field day if he sees the marks you made.” He whispered. Blaise would've been worried, if his mind wasn't focused on Dazai leaving marks on his neck. It was a good thing he already did this to Dazai because if he had known how good it felt, he didn't know if he could've stopped Dazai to do the same to him.

Dazai was feeling hot. Dazai was always cold. In the back of his mind he wondered if Blaise was feeling as hot as he was. Blaise was always warm. Dazai liked to steal Blaise's warmth.

“Are you hot?” He slipped away from Blaise's neck.

“Hm?” Blaise made a sound of disapprovement before realizing Dazai asked him a question.

“You're hot right? I'm feeling overheated myself.” Dazai undid his tie before unbuttoning the top of his shirt above his vest. He wasn't planning on exposing the rest of himself at this time, but maybe when he was ready.

Blaise watched Dazai as if he was hypnotized. He looked so good with his face flushed and neck exposed.

“Hot…Oh! Hot. Yes I'm feeling pretty overheated too.” Now that Dazai pointed it out, he was feeling very hot. If he didn't know any better he would've thought someone used incendio. Dazai smirked and grabbed Blaise's tie, pulling him closer to his face.

“Then do you want me to take it off of you?” He whispered on his lips, his hands trailing down. Blaise nodded. Of course he wanted Dazai to undress him.

Dazai gripped his vest before pulling it over his head and going to unbutton his under shirt. Blaise was toned. And Dazai never knew he liked muscles until he saw Blaise's. Blaise let Dazai feel his abs, loving how he touched his skin. He was, however, shell shocked when Dazai slid to his knees between Blaise's thighs.

He was kissing all over his torso, kissing each section of his abs, all the while his hands were slightly palming his obvious erection. Blaise finally knew what it was like to be touched in that way and he really really liked it.

Dazai moved his hands to the boy's belt, looking up at him for permission. Blaise was finally noticing that he wasn't doing anything with his hands, and happily unbuckled. Dazai undid the zipper and together they pulled his pants down. Blaise was now practically naked and he didn't mind it one bit when Dazai was kissing his arousal, his hands playing with his hair. Dazai started back up his torso, licking the line between his abs before standing up completely. Blaise shivered at the feeling,, having no idea Dazai could be so…erotic. Dazai swiftly pulled his pants off before sliding onto Blaise's lap in a hurry. Blaise let his hands move over Dazai's bandaged thighs and squeezed experimentally. Dazai's reaction was more than pleasant.

He bucked his hips into Blaise's, temporarily rocking their arousals against each other. They both moaned at the sudden pleasure, it going away quickly.

Dazai had a better plan. He lifted himself up and moved further against Blaise before sitting right on top of Blaise's erection. The sound Blaise made was worth it. Dazai rocked his hips, once again letting out a moan.

Blaise was in heaven. His hands moved to Dazai's hips, speeding up the grinding process. He let his head fall back with a loud moan that Dazai would've hated if it wasn't Blaise.

Dazai slowed down and Blaise groaned in annoyance. He moved his hands to squeeze Dazai's ass temporarily forcing his hips to move against him again. Dazai gasped at Blaise's blunt movement.

“Don't-, don't stop.” He grunted out. “It feels too good.”

“I can't!” Dazai whined out of breath. “I'm too tired!”

“Hold on for a second.” Blaise moved Dazai's hips to stay still against his throbbing arousal. Then he stood up abruptly, lifting Dazai up with him before quickly turning and leaning Dazai to lay against the couch. This scene was much more similar to his fantasies; Dazai underneath him was even better than Dazai sitting in his lap. Now that he was in this position, he could speed up their grinding.

So Blaise sped up, grinding against Dazai harder and faster than Dazai could grind. Blaise was practically rubbing Dazai's back against the couch with how much he was sliding against it from Blaise's thrusts. Blaise wondered minutely if anyone else was as close to their lover as he was to Dazai in this moment, the only thing separating them being a thin piece of cloth.

Normally, Dazai would be opposed to sexual acts, but for once, he was content. A plus was that it felt so good. There was no forcing, there was just them loving each other.

Their moans filled the room as the boys neared their climax.

“Dazai.” Blaise called. Dazai could only moan in response. “Look at me please.”so he did. “I love you.” He stared into Dazai's eyes, with such sincerity that even Dazai would be a fool to not believe it. Filled with emotions, Dazai teared up and pulled Blaise down in a kiss as a cover up. “I love you!” Blaise moaned desperately, when they stopped kissing.

“I-I love you too!” Dazai gasped out, shocking Blaise enough for him to reach his climax. To cover up their loud moans, he kissed Dazai with enough passion (he really was a fast learner) that Dazai came undone. So this is love. He thought minutely.

They both stayed quiet for a moment, before Dazai processed what just happened.

“Oh my merlin! Did we just-”

“Shhh.” Blaise stopped him. He closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly underwear appeared folded on the desk along with wipes. They sat a minute, enjoying each other's presence before Blaise decided they needed to clean up. Dazai and Blaise turned around respectively to clean and change their underwear, which dazai then casted incendio on to “remove evidence”.

“Dazai, when we graduate, will you let me be your husband?”

“H-Husband?! Aren't you rushing it a bit? Blaise should ask me on a date first!” Dazai blushed.

“I think we're a little past dates now, Dazai.” Blaise chuckled before seeing Dazai was serious. He sighed. “Fine. Will you go on a date with me?”

“Yes of course Blaise!” Dazai gasped. “Does this mean we're boyfriends now?!”

“I would like that.” Blaise smiled. Dazai really liked Blaise. He didn't even say “ew feelings are gross”

Now they lay on the couch, cuddled up, Blaise playing with Dazai's hair. The atmosphere was so warm, Dazai didn't want to dampen it, but he had to be realistic.

“Blaise, now that we're graduating from Hogwarts, how can we stay together?” Dazai asked. “We can't get married or be together.” because of the mafia was left unsaid, but they both knew.

“I guess I'll just have to join the Port Mafia then.” Blaise had been thinking about this for a while. He knew eventually a time would come when they'd graduate and Dazai would go back to the Mafia, never to be seen again. So why not just stay by his side forever?

“Wait- what!? You can't!” Dazai shouted.

“Why not? I told you this before Dazai, I will do what I want to do.”

“B-Because!” Dazai didn't know what to say. How could Blaise want to join the Port Mafia that he was always nagging him about being dangerous. “It's dangerous!”

“You're in it.”

“Yeah but that's me! You're different! You deserve to live a good, safe life!”

“And you don't?”

“No!” Dazai was rambling. “Plus if you go then you'll be under Mori's rule and Mori hates attachments so he'll probably kill you or if he even lets you live probably do something worse to you. AND if he lets you join he'll put you through just as much training as he did me!”

“Dazai. If you're an executive, you can invite people into the mafia to be your subordinates. I would be under your supervision and would be trained how you want me to be trained. Mori wouldn't have control over how I'm trained or treated, correct?” He'd been listening to Dazai for too long.

“Well yes that's correct.”

“So then I'm joining. No arguments.”

“You're impossible.” Dazai mumbled. “You do know you'll probably have to kill people and commit a lot of crimes.”

“Yes.”

“And that you'll be surrounded by violence and there's no happiness in the Port Mafia.”

“Happiness is easy to find when I'm with you.”

“Gross.” Dazai blushed.

“Remember. We do this together.” Blaise intertwined their hands, ignoring the remark.

“I've really ruined you.” Dazai mumbles, before nodding. “Together.”