After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

When Ozzy walked to the door of Dazai's house, he realized that he could actually bring Dazai home with magic.

There is a lush small garden downstairs in the apartment. Dazai, who was lying on his neck honestly, raised his head when he saw the garden, grabbed Ozzy's hair and directed him to walk into the garden.

The young man with glowing eyes made it hard for Ozzy to refuse.

Oz: "Is there anything in there?"

Dazai said with longing tone, cupping his face, "It's a poisonous mushroom. I've been waiting for it to grow up for a long time—hey! Go to the garden! Hey—"

Without squinting, Oz freed the hair from Dazai's hands: "What garden? I didn't see it, go home."

Dazai's expression of wanting to eat people can be vaguely seen on the clean glass window. Oz pursed his lips and snickered, and took out the key from Dazai's pocket.

Before going out, he purposely walked behind Dazai, and turned off all the lights in the room before closing the door with peace of mind, so seeing the darkness in the house, Dazai immediately struggled to jump off Ozzy's back.

Oz could only put the childish kid down first, and then immediately closed the door, blocking Dazai in the corner.

He raised his hand to touch the switch of the overhead light at the door, and the soft white light shone on the heads of the two, dispelling the darkness.

Osamu Dazai folded his hands, leaned against the corner and looked up at Oz, his dark eyes glistened under the light.

"Just coming back and going out?"

"Go to Mr. Mori for medicine." Dazai raised his hand, the wound that was no longer bleeding still looked a bit hideous.

Ozzy grabbed Dazai's hand very naturally, and put it in front of his face: "The healing speed is very slow, won't it be troublesome to apply medicine? If you use my blood, you don't even need to tie a bandage."

Osamu Dazai looked down, stretched out his index finger and poked Ozzy's red shirt, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Ozzy had to explain patiently: "This wound is not serious, and it will heal in two days."

Dazai blinked, with a look of sudden realization: "Yes! I'll be fine in two days."

Oz looked down.

Osamu Dazai had a lot of bandages wrapped around his body. From the time they faced each other calmly, he had discovered the large and small wounds on each other's body.

Some have purple strangle marks on their chests, backs, and even waists.

I don't know if the blood of the ancestors will heal those wounds together?

Ozzy's momentary loss of consciousness was caught by Dazai Osamu, his eyes were bent, and his body quickly slid down the wall, intending to escape from the gap between Oz and the wall.

It's a pity that even if he was absent-minded, most of Oz's attention was on Dazai.

The young man who hadn't had time to stand up from the ground was hooked on the arm by the blood around him, and was thrown onto the sofa.

I thought Dazai would struggle for a while, but unexpectedly, after touching the soft pillow, Dazai buried himself in it obediently, lying lazily on the sofa and watching Ozzy who was looking for the wound medicine.

Until his clothes were pulled away, revealing his scarred back.

Ozzy's fingertips stayed on those scars for a while, and then he pretended not to care and asked Dazai how he got those places.

On the other hand, Dazai enthusiastically introduced some creative methods of suicide that he had learned from books, such as the circle around his waist, which he tied to a tree branch, trying to use the ejection force of the tree branch and the rope to throw himself into the surrounding area. the river.

"I didn't expect that there was no such a strong elasticity, so I could only be hung there forever. Fortunately, the branch only lasted for six hours before it broke." Dazai's tone could not tell whether it was regret or anger, and when the message behind him Only when the cold feeling came, did he lower his voice.

"Does it hurt?"

"……well enough."

"Hand out."

"Well."

Dazai sat up from the sofa, honestly stretched out his hand to the vampire squatting in front of him, and said in a seductive tone, "Do you really want to take a bite?"

Before Ozzy wanted to get the bandages, he stuck out his tongue and licked his wound, and then showed a disgusted expression.

Oz laughed, "What are you doing?"

Dazai pursed his lips, a little frustrated: "No wonder you don't eat it, it's because it tastes bad."

"Huh?" Ozzy was taken aback, and scratched his face, "It smells good, it should be delicious?"

Dazai immediately showed a triumphant expression: "Then why don't you take a bite?"

Only then did he realize that he had been tricked into it again, and Ozzy could only take a deep breath to calm down.

Dazai continued: "Then let's make a deal, how about drinking each other's blood for healing?"

Oz immediately hesitated.

Dazai: "If I have been taken care of by you, I will be very embarrassed."

Oz: "Are you still embarrassed?"

The words of doubt made Dazai's expression collapse, he looked unhappy, and waited for Ozzy to apologize again and again before he snorted to express his forgiveness.

Looking at the hand that was about to be pressed to his face, Ozzy hesitated.

He really wanted Dazai to drink his own blood again, but...

Oz hesitated for a while, then sighed and held Dazai's hand in his palm.

"Dazai, you can't do anything to lie to me, you understand?"

Dazai blinked, but didn't answer.

"I don't know how to use my fangs, push me away if you feel uncomfortable, huh?"

Dazai responded happily.

Oz lowered his head, Dazai's hands were slightly smaller than his, with soft white knuckles, and even the palm lines were not as deep as his.

A glaring red wound runs through this beautiful palm.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and smelled the sweet breath approaching his nose.

Just like what Ozzy said just now, he didn't stick out his fangs, so the soft palm is not suitable for being hurt again.

At least that's what Oz thought.

So he just gently pressed his lips into the wound, and then used his minimum strength to suck in the bloody smell left by the wound.

Ozzy has not been exposed to human blood for a long time.The instant sweetness that hit his face aroused his long-lost sense of hunger, and the feeling of being out of control made him unconsciously increase the strength of his palm, pressing Dazai's hand to his lips.

Until he felt Dazai touching his eyelids with his fingertips.

Oz opened his eyes, and Dazai was looking down at him.

"Eyes." Dazai opened his mouth slightly.

Ozzy stopped sucking.

Dazai squinted his eyes: "The eyes turned red, like a rabbit."

His hand slipped and landed on the corner of Ozzy's bloodshot mouth.The blood-stained fingertips were put into his mouth by him.

"Well, it's still unpalatable."

Ozzy refused to comment, but was ashamed of his loss of control just now.

He stood up, feeling a little flustered.

"Won't it be uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable?" Dazai looked at his palm, "It's not uncomfortable, it feels like being licked by an animal."

He paused for a while, a little confused.

Dazai looked up, the light on his face was blocked by Ozzy.

"It seems to be a little hot? Why? Are you also hot after sucking blood?"

"No, the body temperature of the vampire is very low, it is difficult to heat up..." Oz stood for a while, carefully bent over to approach Dazai, and lifted his loose hair that fell on his forehead.

His eyes were full of concern.

"Dazai, you seem to have a fever."

"Is Mr. Sen a doctor? Why don't you go to him?"

Dazai unconsciously rubbed his face against Ozzy's cool hand, looking extremely cute.

But even Dazai, who has such a performance, still refuses Oz's proposal, as if he was born to contradict others.

"Don't go."

Oz frowned: "No, your situation—"

"O--z--"

Dazai dragged out his tone, full of lingering taste.

He was limp, but his eyes gleamed with pride, because he saw the brief shock in Ozzy's eyes.

"Ozzy—" He called out the name of the blood race again, as if he wasn't the one who complained that he couldn't say it.

"I don't want to go to Mr. Sen's, I want to eat crab porridge."

Ozzy swallowed his saliva, resigned, and said, "Okay, I'll cook the porridge."

Before leaving, he turned around and found that Dazai was still lying on his original position, watching him leave obediently.

"...If you still have a fever later, go to Mr. Mori's, okay?"

Dazai tilted his head, the bandage around his right eye was a little loose, he stretched out his hand to tidy it up, and replied obediently: "Okay."

On this day, Osamu Dazai, who is good at lying, figured out how to get along with the vampires.

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