“How about...” Dazai turns his head up to look at him, and it’s all Chuuya can do to move the knife out of the way so the idiot doesn’t slice himself open— “you decide what you’re going to do after?”

Chuuya is in shock. “...You put a lot of faith in your dick, don’t you?”

“It’s never failed me before!” Dazai responds cheerfully. Chuuya glares at him for a long moment. Seriously, he can’t BELIEVE that he’s actually doing this, but...

He tosses the blade aside, knowing very well he doesn’t need it to kill the idiot smiling up at him. “Fine.”

Dazai doesn’t need to be told twice. He attacks Chuuya’s neck like a starving man, pushing the kimono off of his shoulders, leaving him bare. He kisses his collarbones, his chest, sucking and biting on every inch of skin he can find—and then he’s flipping them over again.

Chuuya throws his head back against the sheets as Dazai trails his mouth down his body, spreading his thighs open and lavishing every inch of them with kisses, whispering filthy things into his flesh—and Chuuya secretly hopes that half of them are promises.

He’s slow about the foreplay, teasing Chuuya with his mouth while his fingers press inside, making Chuuya snarl and squirm with indignation. But then he builds him up so slowly, so precisely, that Chuuya feels like a thread that’s been pulled taut, ready to snap.

When Dazai finally does fuck him—and god, does he fuck him—it’s hard, deep, and slow. He makes Chuuya feel every inch of him, he has the—assassin? Courtesan? The distinction seems blurry now—squirming and biting down on pillows to hold back whines, rocking back into him.

Chuuya almost feels like he’s melting from the pleasure of it, like every inch of him is on fire and Dazai is drawing it out, grinding into him while he sinks his teeth into the back of his shoulder, his neck, making Chuuya’s back arch up against him, then pinning him back down.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime too long, Chuuya falls apart, trembling from the force of it—and while he can’t see it, Dazai is shaking too. They collapse against each other on the sheets, panting. Chuuya tries to ignore the way it feels when Dazai sighs his name.

Chuuya hasn’t lifted his head yet, and Dazai is still inside of him. He’s focused on waiting for his breathing to slow, and attempting to get his thoughts back together. Dazai pressing kisses all along the back of his neck isn’t helping. “Chuu-ya...” He hums. Chuuya grunts.

“Chuuya...” Dazai’s teeth nip at his earlobe, and Chuuya jumps with an annoyed gasp. “Chuuya, dear?”

“What?!” Chuuya snaps, wishing he had the control over his muscles to throw the man out of a window right now.

“Who paid you to kill me?”

“Oh.” Chuuya huffs, dropping his face down into a pillow. “Your half-sister.” That actually seems to surprise Dazai.

“Sweet little Elise?”

“Not that sweet, apparently.” As Mori’s only legitimate child, Dazai supposed it made sense for Elise to want to eliminate her only rival.

Dazai contemplates that, stroking his fingers through Chuuya’s hair. “Have I managed to save myself?” A silence follows as Chuuya contemplates the question.

“...maybe.”

“Just maybe??”

“Is there a scenario where I don’t kill you and I still get paid?”

Dazai props his chin on the back of Chuuya’s head and gives it some thought. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped, if she wants to kill me already...”

“I don’t kill kids.”

“I never said you had to!” Dazai tightens his arms around Chuuya’s waist. “But whay about kings?”

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“...Are you asking me to kill your father right now?” Chuuya asks incredulously, biting his lip when Dazai presses another kiss to the center of his spine.

“As a small girl, Elise wouldn’t be a viable option for succession—Mori dying early would capitalize on that.”

“I didn’t realize you were aiming so high.” Chuuya replies dryly, biting the inside of his cheek as Dazai slides away from him, flipping Chuuya over so he can gaze down at him properly.

“The benefits of reaching the top of the heap are starting to make themselves apparent.”

Chuuya looks up at the man, knowing fully well that he hasn’t inspired him to aim for the throne with his body alone. But the heated weight of Dazai’s gaze is flattering. “What do I get out of making you king?”

“Hmmm...” Dazai slides a hand down Chuuya’s body, admiring his work

“Did you ever wonder why I never looked at Kouyou’s girls?” Chuuya rolls his eyes.

“Because you’re an insufferable ass who thinks they all want to sleep with your father.”

“They generally do—but I also don’t prefer the company of women.” That admission makes Chuuya pause.

It’s a dangerous thing for the son of a king to admit, and Chuuya knows it. “...and why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m never going to want a Queen.” Dazai replies smoothly, his fingers sliding under Chuuya’s chin. “But having a partner would be nice.”

Chuuya watches him suspiciously. “You do remember I had a blade to your throat thirty minutes ago, correct?”

“Don’t insult my performance, love—it’s been more than an hour.” Chuuya rolls his eyes, but Dazai continues. “And the continuing sense of danger is part your appeal.”

Chuuya eyes him carefully, reaching up to brush his fingers along the high point of Dazai’s cheek. “...Betray me, and I’ll kill you.”

Dazai leans into his touch, eyes shining with amusement. “Oh, I certainly hope so.”

It was the beginning of a beautiful—productive partnership.

// END THREAD

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