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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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[--- yeah, no, his brain's not going there, and he grimaces into his coffee.]

Ango's not the type to go beyond anything platonic for someone like Caster, and you saw how he tried to defend her from me.

[Audibly vouching for the guy without a backhanded compliment doesn't come naturally to him these days, but Dazai figures making himself clear is the better step. Bedivere, he guesses, will be naturally concerned about the welfare of his king.

...

He sighs.]

No, if anything, he'll silently judge me for corrupting you.

[Kind of. It was better to think of Ango reacting that way instead of Ango linking Bedivere to Dazai's type - y'know, the same way Odasaku had been and. Yeah.]

[Time to skip right past any implications that Ango and Artoria are sleeping together! Ango is too gay and Artoria is too pure.]

Now THAT is ridiculous. You didn't even summon me, you just took up the place of Master when the summoner died. And there's nothing corrupting about all of this anyway, it's a natural part of a Grail War.

[Bedivere, this man sucked your dick and you gave him a facial. Not even 12 hours ago.]

[Having his honor defended like this is so cute.

So of course Dazai has to demonstrate why it's false.]

By that logic, PDA is permissible.

We just have to make sure that Ango doesn't catch us.

[By "we," he means "I," and "catch us" is actually "call us out."]

[Bedivere is literally Dazai's white knight. This is setting the precedent for Atsushi's future behaviors.]

He seems like the type who would catch us regardless. But if you absolutely must have some form of PDA, then holding hands will be acceptable.

[The major reason for no kissing: in Bedivere's experience, kissing tends to lead to other things that are not permissible in public. But maybe he just needs to tire Dazai out first, so he's not tempted to push the PDA envelope too much.]

We have about three hours, yes? Then perhaps we should work the friskiness out of your system before then.

[He is absolutely blushing as he says that, but he's trying to sound serious.]

[Not that Dazai's aware of the actual precedence unfolding right in front of him. Instead, he's zoomed in on hand holding now counting as permissible behavior, quickly followed by -]

My system?

[His expression resembles a lazy cat just about to pounce on the cute mouse. Look, it's not as if he's going to deny being frisky when the invitation for him to act on it's handed over on a silver platter, but. Bedivere's proving him right already in the best way possible.]

Oh, yes, on my lonesome I can be as energetic as two people getting it on. Plus two more with your enthusiastic assistance.

[C'mon, Bedi, fess up. Here's a foot sliding along your calf from beneath the table as encouragement.

(Ango really won't need to squint too hard to catch them.)]

Yes, your system. Need I remind you that you're the one who can ta-AKE-

[Bedivere's sentence pitches up there suddenly, right as Dazai runs his foot over his calf. His brain also short-circuits for a moment and he has to fight to remember what he had been trying to say. His words after that crack in his voice sound much more rushed, like he's trying to get his thought out before he forgets it.]

-this is what I mean, you do it on purpose!

[And he can already picture Dazai tempting him discreetly by doing this exact thing, except under a table during a shared lunch, while daring Bedivere not to react.]

Take what?

[This is a 100% clean and pure move. Dazai just needed to stretch his legs until his toes draw up to Bedivere's knee. Completely incidental. Who knows if the same thing will happen over lunch?

(The innocent look's a dead giveaway here, as is dodging around that accusation.)]

[The innocent look is not so innocent, which is why Bedivere is going to assume he's right. And for a moment he gets a bit huffy about it, but then he remembers something important: he knows Dazai is lewd, and this is fine because the goal is to tire Dazai out here so he behaves later.]

Take...take our time right now, yes.

[Bedivere that doesn't fit with your previous sentence.

But he has decided that two can play at this game, and he's going to lift his foot up slightly to bump it against Dazai's, playing literal footsie for a moment.]

I did say I would learn from last night and do the same to you, didn't I?

[Honestly it's a good attempt. Dazai will take it even if he knows he's being baited, and he rubs his ankle on Bedivere's. Go on, he's interested to see where this'll go.]

So you did.

[He nudges his bowl to the side in clear invitation.]

Exactly the same? Or is there a surprise in between?

Exactly the same would be boring, wouldn't it?

[Well, maybe not, given how exciting sex in general is. But Bedivere does want to surprise Dazai at least a little bit, even if he's woefully inexperienced in all things sex. It's not like the kama sutra is on the required reading list for knights.

What he really wants is to have anal sex with Dazai, but he doesn't even know the words for it or how to express it to Dazai, so. ...well actually, Bedivere is suddenly going to get an idea. His love of reading- another trait that will be passed on to Atsushi eventually- might help out here.]

Are there any books on this subject? Some research might be helpful as well. Just so I, er, have some surprises for you.

[The Kama Sutra might not have reached Britain, but there's more than one bawdy tavern song around.

Speaking of books - Dazai's eyebrows hike up at the unusual request.]

Are you asking me if I have porn?

[The surprise makes even the chance of teasing Bedivere slip from his mind. Dazai doesn't have outright h-material around, but he does have the internet and erotica baked into partly depressing literature. Briefly, he heads back to his room and retrieves three books and a laptop. After placing these in front of the knight and settles down next to him, Dazai promptly re-links their ankles and plants his chin on Bedivere's shoulder.]

Browse away! If you're looking online, I'll let you know which links to avoid.

[And make several filthy comments in the process.]

Not pornography, that isn't going to be helpful. Textbooks would be better? Or informational articles?

[Or the internet. The internet is helpful for these kinds of things. Hopefully that's not a work laptop though, because Bedivere doesn't know what an incognito browser window is and poor Kunikida having to find out that Dazai's laptop is being used to google "how do two men have sex?"

Videos pop up first, as well as a 'how to' wiki article with some rather creative-yet-horrifying drawings. Bedivere is absolutely going to click on a gay porn video if Dazai doesn't stop him.]

[Even if it was a work laptop, Dazai makes it a habit to clear his search history.

...okay, maybe not all of them. He does leave in filth and random shit to leave any would-be hackers suitably unimpressed.

Now, to save his unsuspecting lover from the beast that is modern porn, or no? Having sex on the line makes for a convincing argument, so he leans forward, nipping an earlobe as a distraction as he gently grasps Bedivere's wrist.]

Still think porn's unhelpful? [Now there's a bit of a joke with at twist. Sure it's unrealistic in plenty of ways - even harmful - but there are gems every now and then. Not that Dazai cares to go hunting when Bedi here's the real diamond in the rough.] What are you looking for, anyway - sex positions?

[A guess based on the search words.]

[Bedivere was already a bit embarrassed just by doing the search- he feels like everyone can see him, and he doesn't want to have to explain this to anyone whose opinion he cares about- but it's that nip on his earlobe and the gentle touch that gets Bedivere to blush.]

Truthfully I don't know how to do this. They, ah. Any education I had was about a man and a woman.

...I don't want to disappoint you.

[There, he finally said it. It feels like a relief to admit to it, but he's also anxious about how Dazai will respond to it.]

[Oh. Oh.

Dazai slips an arm around Bedivere's shoulder and nuzzles his cheek... before lightly poking the other one, ending in a playful caress.]

Protip: anxiety's a performance killer.

You know, a prostitute showed me the ropes after I looked all this up. [He scrolls down and clicks on an actually helpful website.] Can't say I didn't have my fair share of fumbling either.

[Not that he's about to bring up his previous reputation now, but the fact is that sex only became a relaxing affair after he left the mafia.]

Trust me, I'd say I was worse off than you when I started out. What matters is that you're having fun and are into it, since that makes even falling off the bed a fond memory in hindsight.

Oh, but it is fun! That is why I want to keep doing it.

[He's not sure why he's trying to reassure Dazai of that point. Maybe he just doesn't want Dazai to pull back because of Bedivere's nervousness.

Hilariously, he's not even looking at the website now. He's looking squarely at Dazai.]

But I also know how limited our time together is, and I'd rather not spend it fumbling through everything. Especially if...

[If they don't win this Grail War, and one of them (or both) ends up dying.

But he trails off there and doesn't finish his thought.]

[Bedivere needn't have worried. Dazai's mind is unchanged. Doubly so now that a looming unknowable end date is brought to the forefront once more.

...it stings, really, this awareness that someone he's become so fond of isn't going to be able to stick around if they're defeated, and has places to go if they win. He exhales through his nose and presses his forehead on the crook of Bedivere's neck. Maybe that's enough to hide the bitter curve his smile has taken.]

I get it. Really. It's best to move forward with the least number of regrets as possible.

...mmm.

[No regrets. Or as few as possible, at least.

That means not regretting their time together, and not dwelling on what is to come. Instead, Bedivere had to think of the man right there in his arms. Dazai's smile is hidden, but so too is Bedivere's pensive look, one that creases his brows as he tries to think of what to do.

Well. Bedivere was always best known for his perseverance and ingenuity in the face of new threats.

He brings up his hand, gently cupping the back of Dazai's head and holding him there. Part-hug, part-clinging. He takes a moment to just relax and press his face against the side of Dazai's head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. Then he presses a kiss to that spot.]

I don't regret this. Even if I'm a bit anxious, I don't regret it.

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[Somehow, in spite of his typical cynicism, Dazai believes him. Not just because Bedivere's a terrible liar, or that the knight's warmth is... kind. Welcoming.

He exhales softly, letting his breath warm Bedivere's neck.]

Then a bit of fumbling's a-ok, no? [He's used to keeping his expression light even if what he's feeling is the exact opposite. How he wants to be selfish, but it's a moot point if his lover stops smiling. If there's a moment that serves as decent proof that good men get their just rewards, perhaps Bedivere making his wish upon the grail will be it.] Sex will be woefully incomplete without you blushing at your own forwardness. Why, it's almost a trademark of yours!

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Hopefully my blushing and fumbling won't prevent it from being a good experience.

[Bedivere is resigned to forever alternating between momentary boldness and then embarrassment at his boldness after the fact. Such is the duality of this Knight. But he's also finding it easier to get lost in the moment once he gets going, and as long as he doesn't stop and think too deeply about it things should be fine.

It helps that Dazai is so encouraging, too.

His metal arm slips down to Dazai's waist while his real hand stays up in Dazai's hair, bringing Dazai in for a gentle hug. There's genuine affection in those movements, and not just a desire to have sex and get mana from it. They're long past the point of 'do it for the healing' now.]

So, please excuse my forwardness here?

Oh, Bedivere. [He can say that when there's only the two of them here, quiet and teasing, and he kisses the knight's neck.] You really have no clue about your own appeal, do you?

[Who apologizes for being cute? This knight, apparently, and Dazai's tempted to find out if fuzzy chameleon hats exist just so he can stick one on Bedivere's head. Maybe someone's come up with a way to make them change colors, too, like a mood ring, and the cycle of ribbing can continue..!]

Of course you're excused. In fact, your forwardness is highly encouraged.

[A hat like that would be so silly, but Bedivere might just wear it.]

Then I would like to-

[Bedivere's sentence is abruptly cut off by a sharp knock at the door. The knocking pattern would be familiar to Dazai, as the white-haired individual responsible for it comes knocking at Dazai's door often enough for it to be recognizable. Atsushi doesn't call out for Dazai this time, though. Instead, after knocking, an envelope slides under Dazai's door. Then the sound of Atsushi's footsteps can be heard as he runs away from the door.

Bedivere stares at the envelope, and then glances to Dazai. He hasn't even moved yet beyond that, because he's so shocked by the interruption.]

[Many photos will be taken.

As for that knock - he turns his head sharply with a raised eyebrow. The pace of that knocking sequence doesn't suggest there's an emergency, but here's the thing: why use this particular method of communication, Atsushi? Sure, Dazai will be very displeased if someone rudely calls his phone now, but is this a sign that their dear tiger's paying attention to what he overhears?]

Hold on a moment.

[After brushing his lips on Bedivere's temple, Dazai gets up to retrieve the envelope, presses his back on the wall, and opens it.

What's news, Atsushi?]

[At least his three knocks in quick succession are very distinct, so Dazai doesn't have to worry about someone else listening in on his private conversations with Bedivere. Speaking of which, Bedivere is torn between curiosity and absolute shame at possibly being overheard during such a sappy conversation.

First off, the outside of the envelope says "13:17" on it in what is distinctly Atsushi's handwriting. But inside the envelope is a set of four tickets to the big carousel on the pier they would be going to that day, with a time of 1:15 pm as a boarding time. Another strange present that surely will have some use in the near future. Given how much of a stickler Atsushi is with his money, the fact that he bought four tickets on his own sure is something.

Also, four tickets. Not two.]

Dare I ask what it is?

...an invitation.

[Plain and simple.

What's absolutely bizarre about this is that Dazai's pretty sure only four people are aware of this alliance, and none of them are tigers. If he didn't already find Atsushi reliable on some level, Dazai's paranoia would've urged him to check this apartment for bugs and not return for a few days.

Before returning to Bedivere, he schools his expression into a more thoughtful one and hands over the tickets for inspection, slipping the envelope into his pocket.]

Or, more specifically, a lovely set of freebies. [If this was from the Agency, Kunikida would've been the messenger. No, this is Atsushi's handiwork, which begs the question - how is his protege involved? Is this something he's doing out of concern? That's the most likely possibility for now, in which case - my, my, someone's learned how to be sneaky.] It seems we're boarding a nice carousel, with the added bonus of maybe talking in private with the other two.

[What is he missing here? Is Atsushi working with someone else? And when on earth did he find the time to save up for these tickets and purchase them?

If Bedivere's busy with the tickets, Dazai will just go ahead and fire off two text messages.

To Ango, he'll mention a change of plans - how does he and his companion feel about a carousel ride?

To Atsushi, he will send the most obnoxious smiling kaomoji with sparkles and hearts along with a compliment for his thoughtfulness before adding: Oh, to have someone like you keeping an eye out for my love life! Are you trying your hand at being my personal cupid and matchmaker?

'fess up, tiger.]

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