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

Ozzy's Adam's apple rolled.

Dazai's eyes were still burning directly above him, and he did not hide the emotion in his eyes at all.

Maybe even Dazai himself didn't realize that emotion.

Ozzy's trembling hands were fixed on top by Dazai, and he lost his strength after being tossed by Dazai—that is to say, but Oz must still have the strength to break free from Dazai's imprisonment. As for why he didn't do that...

Although Ozzy is unwilling to admit it, the facts cannot allow him to escape.He was expecting Dazai's next move with some weird thoughts that made him feel unbearable.

Even though his bottom line was clamoring that he couldn't do it, he still softened his body, and still indulged and acquiesced in Dazai's wanton actions on him.

I can't stop it, and I don't want to stop it.

When Dazai continued to lower his figure and kissed the imprint of the future Dazai on him, Ozzy closed his eyes, let go of the hand that had been holding on to the bed sheet, and quietly pressed his palm against Dazai's, knuckles knuckles.

Oz thought, maybe at this moment he is the only one secretly expressing some shady emotions in such a hidden way, Dazai's mind may not be as dirty as his own.

He didn't know whether Dazai knew the meaning of interlocking fingers to him, after all, they didn't realize that it was something only people with such a close relationship would do.

Anyway, he did so with a sigh of comfort in his heart.

-- It's revenge.

Oz warned himself in his heart, Dazai said that this was just revenge for him, and he should not add any other understanding to revenge.

——But this is really difficult.

Dazai's lips finally stuck to the annoying circle, and his eyes darkened a lot, just like his mood at the moment.

To be honest, he didn't quite know what kind of mood he was in.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Ozzy smells very nasty.

Different from the sweetness of Ozzy itself, since he drank the blood of the ancestor of vampires, his senses have developed in the direction of vampires, so the attraction of blood to him is also increasing day by day.

Even Oz said that he was the guy who ranked first in his recipes, so Dazai took it for granted that he liked the taste of Oz.

After all, it is a delicacy, and no one who is hungry will refuse it, so there is no problem in calling Oz sweet.

Dazai explained himself casually, most of his attention was focused on the cool touch against his lips.

The blood race turned out to be a kind of creature whose skin was cool even if it blushed.Dazai raised his eyebrows, and kneaded Ozzy's fingertips unconsciously with his fingers.

The place where Ozzy was bitten was on a protruding bone in the back of the neck, which was the cervical spine that could kill people. Dazai had hundreds of ways to kill the enemy with one blow through this position.

But he could only think of a way to wear away the hateful mark.

Wouldn't it be good to cover it with your own?

Dazai held that bone in his mouth, biting it lightly with his teeth, as if finding the position of his mouth before eating.

Every trembling and every moan of Ozzy was the best attractant for him.

This made Dazai start to feel a little annoyed, because the attraction of the vampire to him was too great, and he even suspected that one day he might really be so stimulated by the smell emanating from Ozzy that he lost his mind.

But he wouldn't tell Ozzy about this trouble.

"Well--"

Ozzy buried his face in the quilt, trying to hide his panting and breathing in the cotton wool.The slight biting sensation from the cervical spine accumulated so much that he couldn't bear it, and Dazai bit down on that position fiercely when he was completely unprepared.

He didn't smell blood, Dazai must have managed his fangs properly at this moment.

After the pain, there was deliberate gentleness, he could feel Dazai's tongue and tip covering the pain, and the pain was slowly resolved into heat and itching.

And this high fever made the vampire's mind start to feel dizzy, and Oz desperately wanted to withdraw his hand and cover his throat, so that those shameful voices could be better hidden.

But contrary to Ozzy's wish, Dazai only hoped that Ozzy's voice could be louder.

He stopped and leaned into Oz's ear: "Huh? What did you say?"

Dazai knew that Ozzy didn't say anything, but he pretended that he didn't hear clearly.

Sure enough, Ozzy's ears turned even redder when he was asked such a question. He hesitated for a while, and seeing that Dazai was too close to him, he immediately turned his head, leaving the back of his head to the bad guy with the smile in his eyes.

"Nothing, nothing."

"Didn't say it?" Dazai rolled his eyes, and his tone suddenly became unpredictable, "Since I didn't say anything, what did I hear?"

"Could it be..." He lowered his voice, feeling Ozzy's body stiffen, and then prolonged the next word, "groan—groan—"

This guy!Ozzy gritted his teeth, and the moment Dazai poked him in the heart, he was a little bit annoyed and angry, but more of it was joy, because Dazai noticed his own feelings——When Oz didn’t see the pride in Dazai’s eyes, he was so Thought.

Yes, proud.

Dazai is proud because he has mastered his feelings and played with himself to the applause.

"Are you—" Oz opened his mouth, and he couldn't continue to ask the next words.

Unable to be patient, Dazai rolled over to Ozzy's side, facing him sideways, and still put his hands on Ozzy's neck, rubbing the position that had been gnawed by him.

"Is it what?" He hid his joy in his eyes, and let Ozzy re-wrap his own taste, becoming the delicious main course of the past.

Is it just for fun?Oz was at a loss. He wanted to ask this question, but before he could ask, he could imagine the answer he would get.

Dazai will definitely look at himself with a surprised and natural expression, and say something like "Of course it's not for fun, this is punishment".

Obviously in the future, you are still forcing me to think about things that I have never experienced before, and forcing me to respond to you, but now you are relying on me to indulge you, and you are doing this kind of excessive thing to me.

Oz pursed his lips, turned over, turned his back to Dazai and said nothing.

Soon, he felt a burst of heat coming from behind, Dazai's body was like a small stove, emitting a billowing heat, hitting his chest along his back.

Dazai hugged Oz from behind.

"why stop talking?"

Oz didn't want to talk to him, immersed in his childish and unreasonable anger.

"Didn't you agree to take a shower?"

At this time, you still want to take a bath, you are a dog nose, you know how to smell it.Oz thought indifferently.

"Although your smell is pretty good now, I also like the smell mixed with shower gel."

Dazai was talking about the shower gel they brought from home. They bought this bottle together in the supermarket. Ozzy himself didn’t care about the aroma of the shower gel, but Dazai insisted on buying this one. Now that I think about it, it’s probably true. I liked the taste very much.

Otherwise, how could they pick themselves up everywhere.

Ozzy felt something scratching him from behind, without even thinking about it, it must be Dazai's hand that has nowhere to rest, Dazai always likes to pinch and touch his body, maybe it is out of curiosity and exploration of the blood race, Ozzy never stopped the behavior either.

But now, he silently moved away, using this vague way to signal Dazai's attitude of refusal.

As smart as Dazai, he naturally sensed what Oz was thinking.

The disturbing fingers were still twitching on Ozzy's back. Dazai pretended not to notice Ozzy's movements. He used Ozzy's back as a drawing board and his fingertips as paintbrushes, and began to create Dazai's masterpiece.

"Don't you really want to talk about what you saw in the future? Could it be that aliens invaded the earth and the earth was destroyed? Or something like a world war, plague, tsunami, prehistoric virus, and the extinction of all human beings?"

Dazai's imagination is very rich and unconstrained, but none of them has nothing to do with "death".

Oz was silent for a while, and said in a bad mood: "Nothing happened, why didn't you ask me, what were you doing at that time?"

Oz thought, if Dazai really asked the question according to his own words, he would muster up the courage to tell all the bad deeds that the future Dazai did to him, so that Dazai could feel his bitterness.

Dazai's face must have been ugly at that time, he must never have imagined that the embarrassment on his body was all caused by him in the future.

He is also possessive and wants to replace the traces left by himself.

Unfortunately, Dazai never plays cards according to common sense.

His suspicious voice came from behind.

"What am I doing?" Dazai asked back, "If you are lucky, you should be dead. If you are unlucky, you may still be suffering. Try to find a way to commit suicide that will make you happy."

"...That's it."

Ozzy's eager heart was poured out by a basin of cold water.

He suddenly realized that the current Dazai didn't seem to plan himself into the future.

Ozzy had a momentary impulse to grab Dazai by the collar and ask him what he thought of himself, and why his opinion of himself changed so much after just a few years.

In the end, this impulse was well stored in the bottom of my heart.

Oz's reaction made Dazai feel a little strange, and he asked, "Am I not doing these things?"

Oz hesitated and shook his head: "You are indeed doing it."

The future Dazai said that because he was gone, the power of the lucky stone allowed him to avoid death again and again. He would use this ritual to confirm that Ozzy really existed and imagine that Ozzy was still by Dazai's side.

Dazai is indeed still committing suicide.

Dazai patted his chest reassuringly, and muttered in a low voice: "It scared me, I thought the future me was getting tired."

"You didn't..." Oz paused, a little embarrassed, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"for example?"

"For example, where will I be in the future?" Oz lowered his voice so low that he could hardly hear him.

But Dazai did hear Oz's words clearly, he stuck his whole body to Oz's body, and the quilt was crumpled by him.

"Where are you?" He asked again, "Where can you still be? Or do you have the heart to run away?"

Dazai gave a hutch and twisted his body, always feeling that something was wrong.

"I don't think you can find a way to turn me into a human so quickly. Don't think about running away by yourself. I can't let you escape."

Before the words fell, Dazai Osamu did not have time to set up a flag, and accurately described the future in the opposite words.

He just twisted his body impatiently, put his hands around Ozzy's body, stuck his clothes against Ozzy's abdomen, and made a strange sound in his throat.

Like snoring.

Oz also felt that something was wrong at the moment, he turned his head, Dazai buried his whole face on the back of his neck, and could only see the messy soft hair.

And in the soft hair, two black things appeared at some point.

Under Ozzy's gaze, they trembled occasionally.

"... Dazai," Ozzy swallowed, and stretched out his hand to pinch the sharp horns of the two black things. They were furry and exuded heat. The moment Ozzy touched them, they snapped violently. With a shake, and then the feeling of something wrapping around his arm, he heard Dazai's grunt grow a little heavier, "Dazai!"

Dazai's vague voice came: "What's wrong?"

Ozzy turned back a corner of the quilt.

He raised his arm, and showed Dazai the black, long and thin strip, which was wrapped around his arm three times, and there was a very lively thing wrapped around the top.

is a tail.

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