"You really shouldn't smoke in bed," Dazai's voice was muffled by the pillow still, and Chuuya wasn't entirely certain how he could smell the smoke considering he was clearly attempting to suffocate himself instead of waking up like a normal human being.
(more) "My bed, my rules," Chuuya said, cigarette between his fingers. Dazai rolled his head finally, watching Chuuya with disconcerting intensity for someone just roused from a post-orgasm coma. Wordlessly he held out the lit cigarette and Dazai sat up, taking it without complaint.
"You know these things will kill you," Dazai said casually, as Chuuya lit a second cigarette for himself.
"If I live long enough for cigarettes to fuckin' kill me I'll consider it a win." Chuuya leaned back against the headboard and exhaled smoke into the dim room, considering the cigarette between his fingers. "What are we even fucking doing?"
"Having fantastic sex and abysmal pillow talk." Dazai scratched his chest idly, the bandages hanging loose now, after Chuuya had pulled so desperately at them. "You know most cases of spontaneous human combustion are really just instances of smokers falling asleep with a lit cigarette in hand?"
Chuuya rolled his eyes. "That wouldn't even count as suicide, and I thought you were gung-ho on committing double suicide with a beautiful woman?"
"Mm, modifications are always taken into consideration," Dazai said idly. "Lover's suicide is equally as romantic."
Chuuya paused, before taking another drag to mask his reaction. "You've got a slug for a brain if you even think for one second I'd be willing to die with you."
Dazai reached over and stubbed the cigarette out in the ash tray on the bedside table. "Ah," he said, eyebrow arched. "But what about a little death?"
"Ah," Chuuya said as Dazai straddled him. "That's all right, then."