A few days ago, Dazai and Kunikida were put on a mission to track down a criminal causing havoc around Yokohama. It seemed simple enough until they followed him into an alleyway, and the guy vanished.

It had become night at that point, and both men were grumpy and tired from a whole day of chasing down this guy. Frustrated, Dazai threw his flashlight at a wall, only to be jumped by a random ass bat flying at him and biting down hard on the brunette's arm.

The night didn't have any further incident, and the two detectives decided to wrap it up for the night. So, Dazai got to return home to his husband, Chuuya, and sleep the night away.

A few days passed, and Dazai started feeling funky. He had been feeling cold and his teeth hurt and his eyesight has been a little weird. He's been feeling more tired during the day and he has a feeling in his chest that won't go away and only seems to be getting worse.

He soon became aware that his canines were sharper, he could see more clearly in the dark, and his heart has slowed incredibly. Huh. That's not good. Dazai thought about it for a few days before he settled on the conclusion he was a vampire - or as he likes to call it - a freak. What's most important is that Chuuya can't know. He hasn't and will not tell him.

That's how things led to this - him wide awake in the middle of the night and hovering over Chuuya. The feeling in his chest was unbearable, his throat was extremely dry, and his fangs were throbbing in pain. His mind was dazed as he looked down at Chuuya's neck and - oh. He was hungry for blood.

That's how Chuuya woke up. His eyelashes fluttered open to see his husband on top of him, eyes glowing red and pupils in the form of slits.

Confused, concerned, and yes, maybe even a little terrified, Chuuya tries speaking to the man on him. "Mackerel...?" No response. "Dazai." He tries again, the brunette starting to get closer and closer to his neck. "Osamu!" He tries one last time to get the other's attention.