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[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.

It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.

So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]

Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.

['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.

Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]

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[Not being noticed won't automatically erase everyone's memories.]

Mmn.

[He's not about to stop just to say yes - not with how Bedivere's really into it, and Dazai tightens his hold on the other man's hip, already anticipating the taste of more than precome in his mouth as he sucks and flicks his tongue on the sensitive tip.]

[Bedivere just never shows up at the Agency ever again.

Also, good job on holding him down, because he's definitely trying to thrust up into Dazai's mouth. He tries to say something else too, but it comes out as a garble of sounds as he spills over into Dazai's mouth.

Be careful though, Dazai. As he comes, his instinct is to squeeze his legs shut. Don't get trapped between his knees!]

[And Atsushi does?

Dazai has to be careful to not choke, down to blocking Bedivere's leg with his one arm and, to his dismay, having to back in the middle of swallowing. Of course, this means his face is a right mess, and he smiles wryly once his brain catches up, leaning back down to part Bedivere's other thigh with his free hand in an attempt to at least clean up with very light licking.

...there might also be cum in his hair, but he'll deal with that in a short while.

At least no one's knocked?]

[Maybe this is why Atsushi is shy about joining the Agency at first. Even if nobody remembers him at that point, HE remembers everything.

As Bedivere comes down from his orgasm, he will carefully open his eyes and turn his head so he can peek at Dazai. That's when he sees the absolute mess on Dazai's face and in his hair, and he gets so mortified that Dazai will only see that beet-red fact for a moment before he's trying to cover it with his arm.]

I'm sorry! I didn't know it would make such a mess!

[Welp.

Dazai, on the other hand, looks like a cat that got the cream. He presses his face on Bedivere's thigh to muffle his snickers, making a mess there, and his shoulders are still shaking when he resurfaces, wiping his jaw with his thumb and cleaning it off just to be ridiculous and lewd.]

This, my dear knight, is called a facial. Not the kind that does wonders for the skin, although I'm gratified to be on the receiving end of your first, no matter how accidental it is.

[Don't mind him as he crawls up to plant a kiss - if not to Bedivere's mouth, then his arm. Because why the hell not.]

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I changed my mind! This is you being a tease!

[He isn't pushing Dazai away though, and the kiss does mollify him somewhat. For as lewd as Dazai can be, Bedivere will never get enough of him.

Which is probably why he stops trying to cover his face and instead goes to wrap his arm around Dazai, hugging onto him. He can be embarrassed and in need of physical contact at the same time.]

But all of that...it can't possibly taste good, can it?

[And Bedivere continues being adorable. Dazai's positively gleeful as he rubs their cheeks together - they'll certainly need at least a wash cloth after this, because tissue won't cut it.]

What, can't taste yourself in my mouth?

[A beat juuuust to let that sink in.]

But really, your diet affects the taste, and it's not as if you've inflicted upon yourself this era's unhealthier options. [Barring ice cream, but one popsicle doesn't count.] Just a bit salty. Nothing to make an actual drink out of, but having you react like this is its own reward.

[Their Shower is ruined, they'll have to shower again tomorrow morning. Probably after Bedivere repays the favor, because that's going to be messy too.]

...Ah.

[And he just. Buries himself against Dazai to try and hide how red he's getting. This whole thing is lewd in a way Bedivere has never even thought of before, and the fact that his first emotion upon figuring out what Dazai meant is excitement rather than being grossed out makes him feel dirty. He'll never be able to face anyone from the Round Table ever again.

Dazai might be able to feel the warmth on the skin of his shoulder, though.]

G-good to know.

[At least his shoulders aren't shaking, but his delight is obvious in his hum as he reaches up with his clean hand to card his fingers through Bedivere's hair.]

Now that you're sufficiently enlightened, I'll just say that you're more than welcome to cum on my face again.

[And really Bedi, your peers include two knights who star in two of history's well-known tragic romances ~~to say nothing of the other skirt chasers in their company, even excluding the wizard.~~ They will Understand, even if they're also prone to using euphemisms.]

[They will tease him endlessly, there is no escape. That's why he wants to escape it.

Bedivere lets out a huff before mumbling a response.]

Every time I think I've caught up with you, you show me all these things I never knew about.

[So Dazai's teasing is preferable. Good to know.]

Why, my dear knight, there are plenty of things in the bedroom that you've yet to discover! Not that we necessarily have to practice all of them - I'm not that extreme and I'm sure there are particular practices you'd really want to avoid - but just know that humans can be relied on to come up with a variety of ways to attain pleasure.

Shall I list a few things to guess what you might like?

[On the one hand, Bedivere is sure Dazai is teasing him.

On the other, learning the names of certain things so he can research them and surprise Dazai later does sound nice. And that wins out in the end.]

Hopefully they don't sound too displeasing?

[Lay it on him, Dazai.]

[Talk about a pleasant surprise! Dazai hums and kisses Bedivere's temple, warmth curling in his chest, unaware of what kind of surprises he might just be signing himself up for.]

Well, let's see. [And as he speaks, he'll stroke line after line on Bedivere's bicep, as if he was marking lines on paper.] There's edging - that is, delaying a partner's climax as much as possible. Some partners like to pretend having different occupations for the appeal of living out one daydream or the other. Then there are restraints, having sex on counters, pressed up against walls or bracing one's self close to a window, having a sex swing, using food as foreplay...

[A few of those are obvious misses he deliberately added just to see how Bedivere might react.]

[Oh, those are kinky. Bedivere is pulling himself back rather abruptly, but it's not to escape Dazai. Rather, he's pulling back just far enough so that he can gaze up at Dazai.]

I- you would really want those sorts of things? Even the food?

[The food one is definitely one of the odder suggestions. And he's not too keen on finding out what a sex swing is. But Dazai wants to pretend to be someone else, does he? Hmm...]

Not necessarily all of them.

[He taps Bedivere's nose - this is supposed to be about him, not Dazai.

(That said, it'd be a lie to say he's not interested in some of those suggestions. Roleplaying - even something as simple as having a different occupation - has a certain appeal to it, no? To be someone who isn't "Dazai Osamu," the suicide maniac drifting along in existence and plagued by one too many questions.]

That said, I won't say no to the food after your impressive display in deep-throating that popsicle the other day.

[Time for Dazai to roleplay being a damsel in distress for Bedivere to save- I mean.]

-ah. S-so that's why you were staring at me then...

[Bedivere makes a mental note to not be so suggestive when he eats in the future. Except when he's trying to get Dazai's attention in that way.]

[Look, he'd take it up to eleven, have someone play the dragon, cast the Agency as his dwarfs, and play at needing love's true kiss to awaken.... except he's going to look for a different fairy tale, because there's no need to repeat the whole Shibusawa fog incident.

Anyway - he clears his throat. Having that pointed out reminds him of what kind of unsmooth idiot he was at the time.]

Yup. You're a Grade A tease, and the worst part is that you're not even aware of it! I bet you don't even know how adorable you are, which is why it falls to me to remind you of such every so often.

Right, Mr. Cute Knight?

I-I suppose so, but it's so embarrassing!

[He's already covering his face with his hand.]

Please tell me if I do anything as lewd as that again, alright? I cannot be acting like a hussy in public.

[A hussy, hmm?

Given how Bedivere's gone and covered his cute nose, Dazai taps the back of his hand instead.]

There's nothing wrong with ladies - or gentlemen, for that matter - working in that profession. [He's rather fond of them, and not just because of sex - most of them have this particular kindness to them that's not entirely an act.] Neither can you control how other people will react given how relative attractiveness is - something as simple as drinking from a bottle of water, for example, can still be distorted through the lens of lust.

That said, I can inform you of any unintentional acts of blatant seduction that you might commit.

Please do, I don't want people making assumptions about me.

[Rather ironic, given Bedivere's own assumptions about people who work in particular professions. Though his prejudice is more a product of his time and less him actively trying to be mean. He'll unlearn those assumptions eventually.]

I'm not a public person, Dazai. I'm the least-known of all the Knights and I prefer it that way. The thought of everyone seeing me is...I think the anxiety alone would kill me.

[He remembers the differences between their times, which is why that reminder isn't as cutting as something he might give to some rando on the street. Not that he can truly discount how Bedivere's become so much more than a hypothetical hostile stranger, and he tucks a lock of hair behind the other's ear.]

You'll survive.

[In an additional selective display of tact, any mentions of, oh, surveillance equipment and double standards favoring beautiful people are omitted. Thing is, Bedivere's graceful enough to make anything lewd look tasteful and magazine-worthy. Or maybe Dazai's just biased.]

But fear not: you might be taller than me, but I can still hide your face with my coat.

[He's joking.

About the coat thing. Not the saving Bedivere's dignity thing, if there's an actual threat to it.]

[Dazai is probably biased, but Bedivere is indeed pretty by conventional standards, so he might have a point. They'll have to see how much Bedivere gets away with when he gets his new, less-conventionally-attractive body.]

Thank you for that, Dazai.

[It does get him to relax, though. Even if he's sure Dazai will find a way to tease him, he's also sure that there is some truth to Dazai's words. He wouldn't leave Bedivere hanging high and dry with no support, at the very least.

They'll be able to rest through the night now though, with Bedivere gradually taking in mana over the hours that he is curled up next to Dazai. And by morning, he's left feeling better. He's well enough to cook another big, English breakfast for Dazai, at least. Hope you like bacon and eggs, Dazai.]

[Dazai does, indeed, like bacon and eggs. Begrudgingly so when the smell pulls him out of sleep, and when he tries to curl up with the body that should be next to him, all his face meets is a nice-smelling pillow.]

...mmphhh.

[No Bedi? Boo.

The burdensome challenge of rolling out of the futon takes a while, and even then he's still a sleep zombie when he shuffles into the kitchen, guided by the scent of good food and a need for skin contact.]

Early.

[The actual hour is irrelevant: waking up is always early, and he slumps as he plants his face between Bedivere's shoulders.]

[Bedi can't be in bed and cook at the same time, unfortunately. ~~Neither of them will figure out the Atsushi-thing soon enough to take advantage of it.~~

But when Dazai finds his way to Bedivere and leans against him, Bedivere just chuckles. Dazai can stand right there, it's fine.]

It's nearly 8 already. Most of your dorm-mates have already begun getting ready for the day.

[He definitely heard someone take the trash out earlier, and someone else scream about their coffee being old.]

That's on them, though.

[Spoken like the veteran slacker that he is. At least his insomnia hasn't kicked back in.]

Come to think of it, did you use to cook a lot? Before you started traveling, that is.

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