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You live and you learnâand now Chuuya knows to never ever make a bet with your sadistic ex-partner. Particularly when heâs fixated on making you âhis dog.â
(NSFW thread)
You live and you learnâand now Chuuya knows to never ever make a bet with your sadistic ex-partner. Particularly when heâs fixated on making you âhis dog.â
(NSFW thread)
Chuuya never goes back on his word, no matter how ridiculous the scenario may be. Dazai knows thatâand thatâs what makes this even more enjoyable.
Chuuyaâs also always been a gamblerâand someone who can never resist a little competition.
Thatâs whatâs gotten him in trouble now.
Chuuyaâs also always been a gamblerâand someone who can never resist a little competition.
Thatâs whatâs gotten him in trouble now.
They were in a temproary truce with the Port Mafiaâthey were even running joint missions now. And Dazai and Chuuya had been assigned to crack the same smuggling ring.
You would think that after all these years, Chuuya would have had the sense to say no when Dazai made the offer.
You would think that after all these years, Chuuya would have had the sense to say no when Dazai made the offer.
âHmmm, I wonder who will find them first,â Dazai had mused, eyeing Chuuya slyly from the corner of his eye. âYou probably wonât even get close, slug.â
That made his ex-partner round on him, eyes burning with rage. âYou wanna BET, you smug bastard?!â
It really was too easy.
That made his ex-partner round on him, eyes burning with rage. âYou wanna BET, you smug bastard?!â
It really was too easy.
Dazai found them firstâbecause he always doesâand now Chuuya has to do whatever he wants for exactly one day.
And Dazai intends to make the most of it, as the collar dangling from his fingers suggests.
And Dazai intends to make the most of it, as the collar dangling from his fingers suggests.
Chuuya stares at it incredulously, touching the choker heâs already wearing and shaking his head.
Itâs thicker than Chuuyaâs choker, black leather, with stupid little rhinestones working around itâand Chuuya KNOWS itâs because Dazai was thinking of a Chihuahua when he got it.
Itâs thicker than Chuuyaâs choker, black leather, with stupid little rhinestones working around itâand Chuuya KNOWS itâs because Dazai was thinking of a Chihuahua when he got it.
But the most offensive part is the tag. Chuuya squints, and he can see the tell tale cursive engraving, andâ âDoes that thing have your fucking NAME on it?!â
Dazai smiles so smugly, and Chuuya wants nothing more than to knock his teeth out. âA betâs a bet, chibi!â
Dazai smiles so smugly, and Chuuya wants nothing more than to knock his teeth out. âA betâs a bet, chibi!â
Chuuya grits his teeth.
Slowly, with twitching fingers, he reaches up to unclasp the choker from his neckâand he can see Dazaiâs eyes sparking with satisfaction.
âYou werenât supposed to ask for something like THISââ Chuuya grumbles.
âThatâs not bow bets work, sweetheart.â
Slowly, with twitching fingers, he reaches up to unclasp the choker from his neckâand he can see Dazaiâs eyes sparking with satisfaction.
âYou werenât supposed to ask for something like THISââ Chuuya grumbles.
âThatâs not bow bets work, sweetheart.â
Chuuyaâs eyebrows are twitching and knitting together. Dazai is taunting him, obviouslyâand he knows the more reaction he gives him, the more satisfied Dazai will be.
So he tries to grit his teeth and bear it.
He reaches for the collar silently, but Dazai shakes his head.
So he tries to grit his teeth and bear it.
He reaches for the collar silently, but Dazai shakes his head.
âOh no,â he smirks, holding the stupid sparkly thing just out of reach. âI donât think so, chibi.â
Chuuya wants to strangle him. He really, really does.
Instead Chuuya just glares at Dazai, acidic, and lifts his chin, pushing his hair out of the way.
Chuuya wants to strangle him. He really, really does.
Instead Chuuya just glares at Dazai, acidic, and lifts his chin, pushing his hair out of the way.
Dazai always feels a little breathless at the sight of Chuuyaâs bare neck. Thereâs always been a spark between themâbut Dazai was never able to act on it, and Chuuya hadnât ever pushed it.
And when Dazai left, Chuuya pretended there was never anything between them to begin with.
And when Dazai left, Chuuya pretended there was never anything between them to begin with.
It feels hard to deny that now, as Dazai is slipping the collar around the smaller manâs neck, pulling the clasp just a little too tight for a moment, making Chuuya gasp and glare at him with annoyance.
They make eye contact for a second, and Dazai lets him go.
They make eye contact for a second, and Dazai lets him go.
âSo I just have to wear this stupid thing all day?â Chuuya grumbles, kicking the ground irritably. Dazai is almost endeared, how after all of this time, Chuuya STILL didnât expect the worst from him.
âOh no, Chuuyaââ Dazai beams, âThereâs more!â
âOh no, Chuuyaââ Dazai beams, âThereâs more!â
Chuuya felt something in his head snap when Dazai pulled out a long black leash, dangling it in front of Chuuyaâs face with a look of almost manic delight.
âYou have to stay by my side, of course!â
Chuuya opens his mouth, entirely prepared to screamâ
But a betâs a bet.
âYou have to stay by my side, of course!â
Chuuya opens his mouth, entirely prepared to screamâ
But a betâs a bet.
Dazai is a fucking tyrant. Heâs yanking Chuuya down the street because heâs walking INTENTIONALLY FAST with those stupidly long legs, making Chuuya stumble behind him.
Theyâve been to the park. Theyâve gotten takoyaki. Theyâve been across the whole damn city.
Chuuya hates him.
Theyâve been to the park. Theyâve gotten takoyaki. Theyâve been across the whole damn city.
Chuuya hates him.
Theyâre in a record storeâbecause Dazai INSISTS that heâs just doing normal errands and poor Chuuya is just along for the rideâand Dazai is thumbing through stacks of CDs when Chuuya hears a familiar voice.
âChuuya-kun?â
Oh, fucking Christâ
âChuuya-kun?â
Oh, fucking Christâ
Chuuya turns around to see a tall man with dark hair, a sharp jaw, and a handsome faceâ
Why, in the name of everything that was good, did he have to bump into him right now?!
âShuuji.â Chuuya smiles, but itâs strained since his collar is being tugged with every move Dazai makes
Why, in the name of everything that was good, did he have to bump into him right now?!
âShuuji.â Chuuya smiles, but itâs strained since his collar is being tugged with every move Dazai makes
âI didnât expect to see you here.â Chuuya says slowly, gritting his teeth when Dazai turns around.
âI was just looking for some new CDs, Iââ Chuuyaâs ex-boyfriend looks confused. âWhatâs with the...?â He points vaguely to Chuuyaâs neck.
âI was just looking for some new CDs, Iââ Chuuyaâs ex-boyfriend looks confused. âWhatâs with the...?â He points vaguely to Chuuyaâs neck.
Before he can answer, Dazai tugs sharply on the leash. âChuuya,â he asks calmly as Chuuya stumbles back and glares at him, âWho is this...?â
âIâm Shuuji,â the man offers, trying to be helpful. âChuuya-kun and I used to...well...â
Dazai arches one eyebrow, twirling the leash.
âIâm Shuuji,â the man offers, trying to be helpful. âChuuya-kun and I used to...well...â
Dazai arches one eyebrow, twirling the leash.
âYou used to what?â The glare the detective is fixing on the man is so much that he canât manage to answer.
Chuuya rolls his eyes. âWe used to fuck, Dazai. There, are you happy?â
He doesnât actually LOOK happy at all.
Chuuya rolls his eyes. âWe used to fuck, Dazai. There, are you happy?â
He doesnât actually LOOK happy at all.
âIs that so?â Dazai raises an eyebrow, looking this âShuujiâ fellow up and down. He doesnât look like someone Dazai would have pictured Chuuya with. Vaguely familiar, butâ
Dazaiâs eyes widen just a little bit.
Oh.
Chuuya stares at him for a moment, annoyed and puzzled.
Dazaiâs eyes widen just a little bit.
Oh.
Chuuya stares at him for a moment, annoyed and puzzled.
Dazai looks smug, and Chuuya canât immediately figure out why. It probably has something to do with him being humiliated in front of his exâbut Chuuya doesnât have the time for that now.
âI lost a bet, and Dazai here is a huge prick, so...â Chuuya gestures to the collar, annoyed
âI lost a bet, and Dazai here is a huge prick, so...â Chuuya gestures to the collar, annoyed
âOh.â Shuujiâs brow knits together. âAnd you two are...?â
At the same time, Chuuya and Dazai say different things.
âAssociates.â
âPartners.â
They both freeze, giving each other annoyed looks, and Shuuji looks back and forth between them, confused.
At the same time, Chuuya and Dazai say different things.
âAssociates.â
âPartners.â
They both freeze, giving each other annoyed looks, and Shuuji looks back and forth between them, confused.
âWell...It was nice seeing you, Chuuya.â The man says slowly, and Dazai sneers. He doesnât like hearing Chuuyaâs name coming out of someoneâs mouth like that, casual and familiar. âYou look good.â
âThanks, Shuuji...â Chuuya responds tiredly as the man walks away.
âThanks, Shuuji...â Chuuya responds tiredly as the man walks away.
When he does, he rounds on Dazai at the same time that the taller man begins to tug on his leash, making him lose balance and fall forward against his chest, smacking his nose against the front of Dazaiâs shirt while his palms rest against the front of his jacket.
When Chuuya leans back, Dazai seems pleased with himself, but angry.
âThe FUCK do you mean, weâre PARTNERS?!â Chuuya snarls, the hand he used to catch himself fisting in Dazaiâs shirt, yanking him down until their faces are level. âDonât you fucking DARE, Dazai!â
âThe FUCK do you mean, weâre PARTNERS?!â Chuuya snarls, the hand he used to catch himself fisting in Dazaiâs shirt, yanking him down until their faces are level. âDonât you fucking DARE, Dazai!â
âOn this mission, we WERE partners.â Dazai frowns, his eyes hardening in spite of the smug smile on his faceâwhich means heâs annoyed, Chuuya knows thatâand now fucking DARE he?! âAnd you think âacquaintancesâ is more accurate, chibi?â
âYES, Dazai, I do!â Chuuya hisses.
âYES, Dazai, I do!â Chuuya hisses.
Heâs trying (and failing) to not make a scene, but the cashiers at the storefront have already taken notice. âI only see you a couple of times a year, and when I do, weâre fighting each other or trying to kill someone, and I canât STAND youââ
âThat sounds more like family thanââ
âThat sounds more like family thanââ
Dazai is silenced when Chuuya claps a hand over his mouth, and theyâre both surprised by the pain in Chuuyaâs voice. âYou arenât anymore, you piece of shitâ!â
Chuuyaâs admission is unintentional. It leaves them both frozen and winded, with Dazai still loosely gripping the leash.
Chuuyaâs admission is unintentional. It leaves them both frozen and winded, with Dazai still loosely gripping the leash.
Chuuya falls silent, and he lets Dazai go, his gloved hands clenching into fists as he turns away from Dazai. âAre you done here?â
For a minute Dazai thinks he means something elseâbut then he realizes Chuuya is talking about shopping. âI suppose,â the detective sighs, dramatic.
For a minute Dazai thinks he means something elseâbut then he realizes Chuuya is talking about shopping. âI suppose,â the detective sighs, dramatic.
They leave, and Chuuya is silently seething. Making all of Yokohama think they had some weird, kinky relationship was one thing. Half of the Port Mafia assumes that Chuuya and Dazai were fucking back then. Some of them think they still are. Theyâre rumors, and Chuuyaâs used to it
But tricking Chuuya into saying something like that...? Itâs sick, even for Dazai. Chuuya doesnât understand what heâs doing, trying to work some old wound open like this.
Not that there is a wound, because there was never anything between them.
And there certainly isnât now.
Not that there is a wound, because there was never anything between them.
And there certainly isnât now.
Chuuya is silent most of the way to Dazaiâs apartment. Heâs sulking and angry, which is the usualâbut the fact that Dazai hasnât said something manipulative or smug isnât.
They finally make it to Dazaiâs door, and Chuuya huffs. âSo, are you planning for making me serve you now?â
They finally make it to Dazaiâs door, and Chuuya huffs. âSo, are you planning for making me serve you now?â
It wasnât hard to imagine Dazai forcing Chuuya to wait on him hand and foot for the rest of the day. Back when Dazai was in the mafia, heâd set up bets whenever he wanted to get Chuuya to do somethingânamely cleaning the apartment they sharedâand Chuuya always lost.
And really, Chuuya doesnât put it past Dazai for this whole thing to be a scheme to get Chuuya to clean a grown ass manâs apartment.
Dazai is quiet for a moment, shrugging as he unlocks the door. âSomething like that.â He strolls in, and the leash forces Chuuya to stumble behind
Dazai is quiet for a moment, shrugging as he unlocks the door. âSomething like that.â He strolls in, and the leash forces Chuuya to stumble behind
Once the door is shut, Dazai stands there for a moment, facing away from Chuuya, before he speaks.
âThat Shuuji fellow.â
Chuuya rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhat? You gonna make fun of me for liking dick, Dazai?â
âNo.â
âThen what?â
âHe looks like me.â
âThat Shuuji fellow.â
Chuuya rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âWhat? You gonna make fun of me for liking dick, Dazai?â
âNo.â
âThen what?â
âHe looks like me.â
Chuuya snorts. No, he SCOFFS. âI hate to break it to you, Dazai, but you have brown hair and brown eyes, and we live in JAPANââ
âBut the height is uncommon.â Dazai is thinking through something. Chuuya can tell by the way his voice is trailing off at the end of his phrases.
âBut the height is uncommon.â Dazai is thinking through something. Chuuya can tell by the way his voice is trailing off at the end of his phrases.
âAnd he had the same shape to his jawâand he wears his hair like mine. Iâm assuming that didnât turn up AFTER you two were dating.â
Chuuya is glaring at the floor, his face getting hotter and hotter.
Fuckâwaitânow that Dazai was pointing it outâ
...they kind of did look alike.
Chuuya is glaring at the floor, his face getting hotter and hotter.
Fuckâwaitânow that Dazai was pointing it outâ
...they kind of did look alike.
âAnd,â Dazai continues, âHe spoke to you like it had been a while since you stopped seeing him. At least a year. How long ago was it?â
When Chuuya doesnât answer, a sharp yank to the leash almost makes him stumble forward into Dazaiâs back.
â...Three years.â Chuuya grumbles.
When Chuuya doesnât answer, a sharp yank to the leash almost makes him stumble forward into Dazaiâs back.
â...Three years.â Chuuya grumbles.
âThree years.â Dazai repeats, still facing away from him. His head is tilted back, and Chuuya canât tell what heâs thinking. âHow long did you see him?â
Chuuyaâs silence is met with another yank, and his face is smushed into the back of Dazaiâs coat.
âTen months, okay?!â
Chuuyaâs silence is met with another yank, and his face is smushed into the back of Dazaiâs coat.
âTen months, okay?!â
âSo,â Itâs like like theyâre finally getting to the conclusion he was driving them towards. âYou started dating someone who looks just like me two months after I left the Port Mafia. And, given what I knew about you back thenâhe was your first time, right?â
Chuuyaâs jaw is slack
Chuuyaâs jaw is slack
If this was a romantic movie, they would probably fall into each otherâs arms right now, offering declarations of love and apologizing for all the wrongs theyâve done over the years.
But Chuuya isnât swooning, and Dazaiâs next words arenât lovingâthey are bitter and sharp.
But Chuuya isnât swooning, and Dazaiâs next words arenât lovingâthey are bitter and sharp.
âYou canât possibly be surprised.â Dazai mutters, and when Chuuya lifts his face out of the back of Dazaiâs jacket, the taller man uses the leash to yank him right back.
âThe fuck do you mean, Dazai?â Chuuya grumbles, moving back again.
âThe fuck do you mean, Dazai?â Chuuya grumbles, moving back again.
Chuuya is stronger than Dazai, but the collarâs high center of gravity, hilarious as it sounds, makes it easy to knock Chuuya off balance.
Dazai turns around, dropping the leash and hooking his fingers through the collar on Chuuyaâs neck. âYou said my name, didnât you?â
Dazai turns around, dropping the leash and hooking his fingers through the collar on Chuuyaâs neck. âYou said my name, didnât you?â
Chuuya is getting annoyed with this conversation fast, because he canât read the anger in Dazaiâs eyes, or the mocking edge to his words. âWhatâs that supposed toââ
Dazai never manhandles, so Chuuya is too shocked to stop him when the taller man pushes him back into a wall.
Dazai never manhandles, so Chuuya is too shocked to stop him when the taller man pushes him back into a wall.
Dazai is holding Chuuyaâs head up with his grip on the collar, his eyes burning in a way that makes Chuuya feel defensiveâand a little more flushed than he ought to be. âYou said my name when he fucked you, didnât you Chuuya? Or did you settle for just thinking about me?â
Chuuya is veering wildly between shock and anger, his hands shaking. It boils up and spills out of him and he strikes like a snake, slapping Dazai across the face.
Dazaiâs head whips to the side sharply, but he doesnât let Chuuya go.
The air is so thick, Chuuya canât breathe.
Dazaiâs head whips to the side sharply, but he doesnât let Chuuya go.
The air is so thick, Chuuya canât breathe.
âYouââ Chuuyaâs voice is low and cold, ââdonât have the right to talk to me like that.â Heâs so careful and measured, it cuts Dazai deeper than it would if he screamed it at the top of his lungs. âYou donât have the right to look at me. You donât even have the right to touch me.â
Dazai looks back at Chuuya, and a welt is already starting to form on his cheek. Chuuyaâs eyes burn in the darkness, unnaturally bright. Sometimes, Dazai thinks they could burn him alive. Right now, he wishes they would.
âBecause I left the Port Mafia, or because I left you?â
âBecause I left the Port Mafia, or because I left you?â
Chuuyaâs jaw hurts from how tightly heâs clenching his teeth. Dazai knows how awful heâs being, Chuuya can see it in the twist of his mouth, the look in his eye.
Cruelty comes back to Dazai like whiskey down the throat of an alcoholic. He never means to startâbut he canât stop.
Cruelty comes back to Dazai like whiskey down the throat of an alcoholic. He never means to startâbut he canât stop.
âBecause I left you.â
They both know how much it fucking hurtsâbecause everyone always leaves Chuuya. The weight of it smothers him sometimes.
And Dazai knows it.
âYou leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me.â Chuuya knows the words are true, but he doesnât feel it
They both know how much it fucking hurtsâbecause everyone always leaves Chuuya. The weight of it smothers him sometimes.
And Dazai knows it.
âYou leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me.â Chuuya knows the words are true, but he doesnât feel it
Dazai stares at him, long and hard. Chuuya canât see any doubt or insecurity in his eyes. Thereâs always an edge of sadness in them, and itâs sharper nowâbut Dazai still isnât backing down.
âThen why do you keep coming back to me, Chuuya?â
âThen why do you keep coming back to me, Chuuya?â
Chuuya glares up at him. The collar is starting to dig into the back of his neck from where Dazai is pulling on it, but heâs beyond caring. âThatâs not true.â
âWhen I was captured by the Port Mafia, how long did it take for you to come and find me?â
Chuuya hates him.
âWhen I was captured by the Port Mafia, how long did it take for you to come and find me?â
Chuuya hates him.
âAnd when we needed to take Q backâdid you argue with Mori about working with me again?â
Chuuyaâs stony silence does nothing to deter him.
âAnd Shibusawaââ
âThat was to save the city.â
âYou didnât need to save me to save Yokohama, Chuuya.â Dazai points out. âSo why did you?â
Chuuyaâs stony silence does nothing to deter him.
âAnd Shibusawaââ
âThat was to save the city.â
âYou didnât need to save me to save Yokohama, Chuuya.â Dazai points out. âSo why did you?â
Chuuya doesnât know where this could go that doesnât end with him feeling like absolute shit later. He fucking hates himself for it. Even now, it doesnât take much work for Dazai to tug at Chuuya until heâs completely frayed.
Some things really donât change, and Chuuya hates it.
Some things really donât change, and Chuuya hates it.
When Chuuya finally finds his voice, itâs softer than he wants it to beâlacking the fury that he wants to feel. âBecause I had to. Andââ he looks up into Dazaiâs face, and he feels unsteady, but he carries on, âif you ever cared about me, even a littleâstop fucking around.â
The silence spans across only a few moments, but it feels like years to Chuuya. Years of looking up into those eyes, and trying to remind himself that he didnât want them, or Dazaiâ
Because Chuuya has never wanted him at all. He couldnât have.
âIâm not fucking around.â
Because Chuuya has never wanted him at all. He couldnât have.
âIâm not fucking around.â
The build up to a kiss, especially one thatâs long overdue, can feel like a slow death. Itâs not about the individual breaths but the distance between them, the skips of your heartbeat, the warmth spreading over your skin as anticipation takes over.
Neither of them even breathe.
Neither of them even breathe.
They both just stare at each other as the air between them starts to get thicker, the rope theyâve been tugging back and forth for all of these years is fraying, and finallyâfucking FINALLYâit snaps.
The minute Dazaiâs mouth is on his, Chuuya makes a sound that isnât even human.
The minute Dazaiâs mouth is on his, Chuuya makes a sound that isnât even human.
Chuuya hasnât ever pictured what Dazaiâs mouth feels like.
His lips are so soft, and surprisingly warm given the cold atmosphere that always seemed to linger around Dazai.
And the minute they start kissing, it becomes impossible for them to stop.
His lips are so soft, and surprisingly warm given the cold atmosphere that always seemed to linger around Dazai.
And the minute they start kissing, it becomes impossible for them to stop.
Kissing Dazai is like taking the first hit of a drugâChuuya canât stop himself from sliding his hands into Dazaiâs hair and pulling him closer.
Dazaiâs arms crowd in around him, and Chuuya doesnât thinkâhe just puts every ounce of emotion he has into it.
Dazaiâs arms crowd in around him, and Chuuya doesnât thinkâhe just puts every ounce of emotion he has into it.
Chuuya doesnât feel like himself anymore. He feels vulnerable, like Dazai has cracked his ribs open and reached straight inside to grab Chuuyaâs heart with his fist.
And Chuuya hadnât ever been kissed like this.
And Chuuya hadnât ever been kissed like this.
Dazai is crushing Chuuya against his chest, kissing him like itâs the last thing heâll ever do. Itâs clumsy as firstâit always is, the first time you kiss someone newâChuuya figures out how to fit their mouths together, the way to move his tongue with Dazaiâs.
Everything else is as easy as breathing. Dazai knows how Chuuya moves. He knows where to press his palms flat against Chuuyaâs back in order to lift Chuuya up against the wall so they can press their hips together, making them both gasp.
Chuuya knows just how much of his weight Dazai can bear, so he leans back against the wall and braces his legs around Dazaiâs waist, taking the strain off of his arms.
They make it look so easy, moving together like theyâve done it a dozen timesâand Chuuya is already lost in it.
They make it look so easy, moving together like theyâve done it a dozen timesâand Chuuya is already lost in it.
When they were sixteen, Chuuya used to wonder if he ever could want Dazai like thisâif someday the embers between them could smolder into sparks.
Chuuya is on Fire now.
Every time they break apart for air, they gasp each otherâs name.
Chuuya is on Fire now.
Every time they break apart for air, they gasp each otherâs name.
Chuuyaâs fingers are tight in Dazaiâs hair, pulling him back in every time Dazai catches his breath. He needs this to keep going, he needs Dazai to keep kissing him, because if he stops and Chuuya has to think, then Chuuya will push him awayâ
And Chuuya needs this so fucking bad
And Chuuya needs this so fucking bad
He realizes after a second that the familiar scent rushing through his nose is the shampoo Dazai used to useâstill usesâand the realization is so simple, it shouldnât hit him like a wall of bricks.
Dazai smells the same.
âChuuyaââ Dazai mutters against his mouth, âAre youâ?â
Dazai smells the same.
âChuuyaââ Dazai mutters against his mouth, âAre youâ?â
Chuuya shakes his head sharply, pulling Dazai back in again, tightening his legs around his ex-partnerâs waist as he blinks back the tears that were starting to gather.
Heâs not doing that now. Not here.
Chuuya knows that Dazai is going to leave him again after this.
Heâs not doing that now. Not here.
Chuuya knows that Dazai is going to leave him again after this.
Dazai knows this is a mistake. A huge one.
Dazai has only had one drink with Ango since Odaâs death. It was after the accident, a reluctant meeting at Bar Lupinâbecause they both knew it was what Oda would have wanted.
Dazai has only had one drink with Ango since Odaâs death. It was after the accident, a reluctant meeting at Bar Lupinâbecause they both knew it was what Oda would have wanted.
Dazai admitted that he thought Odaâs death was Moriâs way of forcing him out, because he feared Dazai would take his place.
Ango had an interesting point.
âOr, maybe he just assumed you would stay anyway.â
âWhy would I?â
âDazai,â Ango gave him a pointed look. âCome on.â
Ango had an interesting point.
âOr, maybe he just assumed you would stay anyway.â
âWhy would I?â
âDazai,â Ango gave him a pointed look. âCome on.â
For once, Dazai had the decency to look puzzled.
Then Ango said it.
âEveryone knows youâll never actually be able to leave Nakahara-san alone. Iâm sure Mori planned for that.â
And now, with Chuuya in his arms, Dazai canât tell if heâs falling in love for falling for a trap.
Then Ango said it.
âEveryone knows youâll never actually be able to leave Nakahara-san alone. Iâm sure Mori planned for that.â
And now, with Chuuya in his arms, Dazai canât tell if heâs falling in love for falling for a trap.
Chuuya knows there are two ways this could go. One is what Chuuya wants, and the other is what is easier to live with.
He could let Dazai make love to him, or he could stop this now.
He can only live with one of those options when Dazai walks out of his life again.
He could let Dazai make love to him, or he could stop this now.
He can only live with one of those options when Dazai walks out of his life again.
So Chuuya does what he and Dazai have always doneâhe pushes his limits. He breaks the kiss, lips shining and swollen when he looks up at Dazai. âI need to go. Moriâmmph!â
He chokes when Dazai kisses him again, with so much intensity that Chuuyaâs toes curl.
He chokes when Dazai kisses him again, with so much intensity that Chuuyaâs toes curl.
Dazai is pinning Chuuya against the wall with his hips, creating so much friction that Chuuya cries out.
Dazai knows if he asks Chuuya a direct question, he wonât lie to him. He never has.
âSay you donât want me.â Dazai says the words against his lips.
Dazai knows if he asks Chuuya a direct question, he wonât lie to him. He never has.
âSay you donât want me.â Dazai says the words against his lips.
Chuuya is finally starting to see the benefits of a double suicideâbecause this is so un-fucking-fair
His silence is the only encouragement Dazai needsâbecause Chuuya is hard and throbbing against Dazaiâs stomach, his face is flushed, and his hands are tight on Dazaiâs shoulders
His silence is the only encouragement Dazai needsâbecause Chuuya is hard and throbbing against Dazaiâs stomach, his face is flushed, and his hands are tight on Dazaiâs shoulders
Dazai kisses the air straight out of Chuuyaâs lungs as he starts to move their bodies together, and when he starts to push at the sleeves of Chuuyaâs coat, Chuuya crumbles.
He starts pushing Dazaiâs coat aside, reaching up to fumble with his stupid fucking bolo tie.
He starts pushing Dazaiâs coat aside, reaching up to fumble with his stupid fucking bolo tie.
The wet noises of their mouths moving together and their heavy breaths fill the room as Dazai starts unbuttoning Chuuyaâs vest. Chuuya isnât nearly as kind to Dazaiâs, ribbing it open, buttons bouncing across the floor.
Dazai snorts. âI guess I deserve that.â
Dazai snorts. âI guess I deserve that.â
Once Chuuyaâs vest is gone, Dazai makes quick work of his harness while Chuuya shoves his hands under Dazaiâs shirt. No one else can unhook the straps around Chuuyaâs chest as quickly as Dazaiâwhich makes sense, given how often Dazai had to clean him up after they used Corruption
Dazai doesnât understand how everything can be so vivid and new, yet heartbreakingly familiar. Every sound Chuuya makes becomes a new memory, validating what Dazai used to imagine he must be like in moments like this.
When he pulls Chuuyaâs shirt off, the executiveâs body arches
When he pulls Chuuyaâs shirt off, the executiveâs body arches
Dazaiâs hands are everywhere the moment Chuuyaâs bare flesh is exposed to him, scratching down his back, dipping under the waist band of his slacks.
Chuuyaâs hands are pushing Dazaiâs shirt higher and higher, until the detective leans back for a moment so Chuuya can push it off
Chuuyaâs hands are pushing Dazaiâs shirt higher and higher, until the detective leans back for a moment so Chuuya can push it off
Dazaiâs hands slide under Chuuyaâs thighs to cup his ass as they stumble towards the bed. Itâs a hazardous journeyâthey slam into the wall, they knock pictures down, they even break a lamp. But when Dazai gets to see Chuuya, flushed and panting on his mattress, itâs all worth it.
Dazai& #39;s body drops back on top of Chuuya& #39;s, both of them groaning as they become a mess of bare skin and grinding hips. Chuuya can& #39;t remember the last time he felt like his entire body was so utterly focused on one person. At this very moment, it& #39;s getting rid of Dazai& #39;s pants.
Chuuya& #39;s hands are full of Dazai& #39;s hair, he& #39;s breathing the same air, he can even feel Dazai& #39;s heartbeat throbbing over his own. The only thing he can hear is the sound of him moaning, the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Everywhere, everything--it& #39;s Dazai, Dazai, Dazai.
Chuuya never gets the freedom to let go like this, to utterly immerse himself in someone else. Arahabaki is always in the back of his mind, ready to take control when Chuuya slips. But with Dazai pressed up against him--Chuuya is free from that.
And it& #39;s so fucking good.
And it& #39;s so fucking good.
When they& #39;re both finally naked, and Dazai& #39;s mouth is dragging over Chuuya& #39;s chest, stopping over one of his nipples and lavishing it with attention until the smaller man is squirming and groaning with protest, it starts to hit Chuuya--
They& #39;re actually doing this.
They& #39;re actually doing this.
Chuuya canât seem to find his bearings in all of thisâlike heâs constantly reacting to what Dazai is doing instead of being an active participant.
So he does the natural thing and flips them over, straddling Dazaiâs waist as his hands slide into his hair.
So he does the natural thing and flips them over, straddling Dazaiâs waist as his hands slide into his hair.
The action also means he can feel Dazaiâs erection pressing against his ass, sliding against him. Chuuya smirks, rolling his hips downâand drawing a powerful grown from Dazai that almost sounds punched out of him.
Chuuya smirks, but his victory doesnât last for very long.
Chuuya smirks, but his victory doesnât last for very long.
âNe, Chuuyaââ Dazai purrs. âYou look so good like this...â He purrs, leaning up on his elbows. âYou know, I didnât think the day would end like THIS, but...â Dazai smirks, and Chuuya is suddenly yanked down by the neck, falling into Dazaiâs arms
He forgot about the fucking leash
He forgot about the fucking leash
âItâs really working out for me, isnât it?â Chuuya is fighting the urge to snarlâand heâs caught between wanting to strangle Dazai or to ride him until theyâre both completely spent.
Dazai makes that choice for him, flipping them over again, this time with Chuuya on his stomach.
Dazai makes that choice for him, flipping them over again, this time with Chuuya on his stomach.
Chuuya digs his elbows into the mattress and archesâDazai doesnât give him much of a choice when he yanks back on the leash like thatâ
Chuuya is going to argue, once he finds the words. Once Dazai isnât nipping and biting at the back of his neck, heâll be able to deal with this.
Chuuya is going to argue, once he finds the words. Once Dazai isnât nipping and biting at the back of his neck, heâll be able to deal with this.
But heâs arching, shivering and swearing when Dazai bites harder, his hands tightening in the sheets. Chuuya canât take thisâhe wants to touch Dazai, to feel him, but that isnât the game theyâre playing.
And when Dazaiâs lube slicked fingers find his entrance, that seems okay.
And when Dazaiâs lube slicked fingers find his entrance, that seems okay.
Chuuya definitely hasnât imagined this beforeâhim, gritting his teeth and moaning as Dazaiâs long, precise fingers move inside of him, soft gasps and groans escaping him.
Itâs hard not to say Dazaiâs name when his fingers quirk up and in inside of Chuuya, making the man shake.
Itâs hard not to say Dazaiâs name when his fingers quirk up and in inside of Chuuya, making the man shake.
Every time Chuuya starts to shy away it turn his back, the collar always snaps him back into position.
He canât tell what Dazai is playing at right now. He the same idiot that forced Chuuya to put the collar around his neck that morning
But then he goes and pulls shit like this
He canât tell what Dazai is playing at right now. He the same idiot that forced Chuuya to put the collar around his neck that morning
But then he goes and pulls shit like this
Dazai doesnât know why he has to make it like this. He wants Chuuya in a million different ways. He wants to see him broken down and begging. He wants to see him smiling and shivering under Dazaiâs hands. He wants all of it.
But instead, he has Chuuya on all fours, facing away.
But instead, he has Chuuya on all fours, facing away.
Itâs beautiful, the sight of Chuuyaâs muscled shoulders tensing as Dazaiâs fingers move inside of him, his back arching, his mouth falling open from gasps and moans.
If Dazai takes his moment and makes it something softer, something deeperâheâll never be able to let him go.
If Dazai takes his moment and makes it something softer, something deeperâheâll never be able to let him go.
So he yanks up on the leash instead, not stopping until theyâre both sitting up, Chuuya leaning back against him, his head resting on Dazaiâs shoulder as he gasps and swears, three of Dazaiâs fingers pumping into him mercilessly.
Dazai wants more than thisâ
But he canât.
Dazai wants more than thisâ
But he canât.
He isnât gentle when he reaches down to squeeze chuuyaâs cock in time with his fingers. He doesnât kiss Chuuyaâs neck the way he wants to. He bites downâhard, drawing a sharp gasp from his former partner.
âTell me what you need, Chuuya.â
They both know what the answer is.
âTell me what you need, Chuuya.â
They both know what the answer is.
Chuuya wants more.
He wants something Dazai canât give him, and he knows it. But right now, with Dazaiâs hand on his hip and his chest pressing against Chuuyaâs back, he wants to pretend
His head rolls to the side as Dazaiâs fingers fuck into him, his face pressed into his neck
He wants something Dazai canât give him, and he knows it. But right now, with Dazaiâs hand on his hip and his chest pressing against Chuuyaâs back, he wants to pretend
His head rolls to the side as Dazaiâs fingers fuck into him, his face pressed into his neck
It surprises both of them when Chuuya stops pretending that he doesnât want it as badly as he does.
âFuck me.â It almost sounds unsure when Chuuya says it, like he had to force himself to actually say the words.
The second time isnât ambiguous at all. âI need it, Dazai.â
âFuck me.â It almost sounds unsure when Chuuya says it, like he had to force himself to actually say the words.
The second time isnât ambiguous at all. âI need it, Dazai.â
Dazai wants to scream from the unfairness of it allâthat even in THIS situation, Chuuya can unintentionally find the one vulnerable part of him and drag it out.
Chuuya needs it.
Chuuya needs him.
Dazai isnât sure when it became so difficult to breathe.
And he gives it to him.
Chuuya needs it.
Chuuya needs him.
Dazai isnât sure when it became so difficult to breathe.
And he gives it to him.
He enters Chuuya in one smooth thrust, burying all the way to the hilt. Chuuyaâs moans are unrestrained, echoing through the room as he pushes back against Dazai, eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation of being so full.
Itâs everything that Chuuya never imagined.
Itâs everything that Chuuya never imagined.
Because obviously he never imagined this when he was younger, tentatively exploring his body. He never imagined Dazai fucking up into him like this, holding him up with an arm around his waist, biting around a sparkling collar and covering him in bruises.
He didnât, he swears.
He didnât, he swears.
And DazaiâDazai is sinking into it, losing himself in how good Chuuya feels, in the sounds that heâs making, and his control is slipping.
âSay my name.â
Chuuya opens his eyes shakily, one hand sliding into Dazaiâs hair while the other is resting over Dazaiâs hand on his hip.
âSay my name.â
Chuuya opens his eyes shakily, one hand sliding into Dazaiâs hair while the other is resting over Dazaiâs hand on his hip.
Heâs rocking back into Dazai, his breath hitching in gasps and moans, but heâs not undoneâhe doesnât want to show Dazai that much only to be left behind.
âD-Dazai?â
âNo,â Dazaiâs voice is firm in his ear despite the situation, hips snapping forward sharply, making Chuuya scream
âD-Dazai?â
âNo,â Dazaiâs voice is firm in his ear despite the situation, hips snapping forward sharply, making Chuuya scream
âMy name, Chuuyaââ Dazai starts fucking into him harder, the slapping sounds of it starting to fill the room as Chuuya starts to feel delirious. âSay it.â
Chuuya has only called Dazai by his first name onceâthe night before he left the Port Mafia.
It wasnât a good memory.
Chuuya has only called Dazai by his first name onceâthe night before he left the Port Mafia.
It wasnât a good memory.
Chuuya doesnât know why Dazai wants to hear it again now, but then Dazaiâs angle changes, and he hits a spot inside of him that turns Chuuyaâs legs into jelly.
âWhyâwhy the fuck do youââ Chuuya cuts off with a loud moan as Dazai twists one of his nipples, making him arch.
âWhyâwhy the fuck do youââ Chuuya cuts off with a loud moan as Dazai twists one of his nipples, making him arch.
âSay it, Chuuya. Itâs what you said when you were with him, right?â
The words are sharp, and theyâre almost enough to shatter Chuuyaâs state of arousal.
Almost.
âDid you imagine something like this?â Dazai punctuates his sentence with a sharp thrust, tugging on the leash.
The words are sharp, and theyâre almost enough to shatter Chuuyaâs state of arousal.
Almost.
âDid you imagine something like this?â Dazai punctuates his sentence with a sharp thrust, tugging on the leash.
If Chuuya has imagined sex with Dazaiâwhich he hasnâtâit wouldnât have been like this.
The pleasure is thereâitâs more than Chuuya could have conceived before nowâbut thereâs a separation between them now, a hesitance to completely give in to one another.
The pleasure is thereâitâs more than Chuuya could have conceived before nowâbut thereâs a separation between them now, a hesitance to completely give in to one another.
And if Chuuya HAD thought about Dazai while he was with someone else, he would have imagined them the way they used to be.
So close that Chuuya could understand what Dazai was thinking from a single twitch of his finger. They never bothered hiding from each other back then.
So close that Chuuya could understand what Dazai was thinking from a single twitch of his finger. They never bothered hiding from each other back then.
Dazai takes Chuuyaâs silence as a challengeâand he pushes him further.
They still know eachother, even after all this time. However guarded Chuuya may be, Dazai knows how to win.
âIâve fucked so many people,â Dazai pants in Chuuyaâs ear âbut none of them were as good as you.â
They still know eachother, even after all this time. However guarded Chuuya may be, Dazai knows how to win.
âIâve fucked so many people,â Dazai pants in Chuuyaâs ear âbut none of them were as good as you.â
Dazai knows how much value Chuuya places on being the best at what he does in every aspect of his life.
And he also knows, despite Chuuya pretending otherwise, that his ex-partner craves Dazaiâs admiration the most.
And it worksâhook, line, and sinker.
âFâfuck, Dazaiââ
And he also knows, despite Chuuya pretending otherwise, that his ex-partner craves Dazaiâs admiration the most.
And it worksâhook, line, and sinker.
âFâfuck, Dazaiââ
âNone of them were so pretty for me,â Dazaiâs voice is smooth and poisonous against Chuuyaâs ears, slipping in through the cracks and sinking into him, making his heart throb. âNone of them make the sounds that you doâgod, Chuuyaââ Dazai moans. âNo one feels like you.â
The sound that comes out of Chuuya is something between a growl and a whine.
Chuuya KNOWS what heâs doing, he knows that Dazai is manipulating himâbut heâs canât stop himself from coming apart anyway, coming alive under the praise, grinding back against Dazai, desperate for more
Chuuya KNOWS what heâs doing, he knows that Dazai is manipulating himâbut heâs canât stop himself from coming apart anyway, coming alive under the praise, grinding back against Dazai, desperate for more
âSay it, Chuuya,â thereâs an almost needy tinge to Dazaiâs voice, and he doesnât know why. He doesnât need Chuuya. Heâs been fine without him for four years.
So why does he feel like he NEEDS to hear this?
So why does he feel like he NEEDS to hear this?
Chuuyaâs fingers tighten in his hair as he turns his head, yanking Dazai down for a kiss as he grinds his ass back against Dazaiâs hips, his chest heaving.
There are moments when pride is usefulâbut Chuuya no longer thinks this is one of them
âO-Osamu, Iâ!â
Dazai canât breathe
There are moments when pride is usefulâbut Chuuya no longer thinks this is one of them
âO-Osamu, Iâ!â
Dazai canât breathe
And if Dazai wants to play games with himâ
Chuuya is more than prepared to fire back.
âIâI did say it,â He gasps against Dazaiâs mouth, writhing. âSo many times, becauseââ Chuuya moans sharply when Dazaiâs teeth tug at his ear. ââI couldnât cum unless I was thinking about you.â
Chuuya is more than prepared to fire back.
âIâI did say it,â He gasps against Dazaiâs mouth, writhing. âSo many times, becauseââ Chuuya moans sharply when Dazaiâs teeth tug at his ear. ââI couldnât cum unless I was thinking about you.â
Itâs a wide shot over Dazaiâs defenses, hitting him straight in the face.
But Chuuya isnât done.
âBut none of them fâfucked me like this,â Chuuya captures Dazaiâs mouth again, sucking on his lower lip. âN-no one else knows how to make me feel like this.â
Dazaiâs jaw is slack.
But Chuuya isnât done.
âBut none of them fâfucked me like this,â Chuuya captures Dazaiâs mouth again, sucking on his lower lip. âN-no one else knows how to make me feel like this.â
Dazaiâs jaw is slack.
âFuck, Chuuyaââ Dazai hisses, one hand wrapping loosely around Chuuyaâs neck, the other wrapped in a vice grip around Chuuyaâs waist.
Heâs slamming into him with so much force that neither of them can hold onto any composure, and so they each keep trying to make the other slip.
Heâs slamming into him with so much force that neither of them can hold onto any composure, and so they each keep trying to make the other slip.
âIâI wanted you to be my first,â Chuuya gasps, his hands reaching up to cover Dazaiâs over his throat, fingers catching against the edges of his collar. âBut yâyou never touched me.â
âI wanted to,â Dazai growls, his head spinning. âIâIt was so hard to keep my hands off of youââ
âI wanted to,â Dazai growls, his head spinning. âIâIt was so hard to keep my hands off of youââ
âIââ Chuuya keens when Dazai means back on his heels, pulling Chuuya with him, hitting a new, deeper angle. âI wâwould always fuck myself aâafter we went on a mission, but it was n-never big enoughââ
Dazai has really created a monster, hasnât he?
âChuuya, donâtââ
Dazai has really created a monster, hasnât he?
âChuuya, donâtââ
âAnd whenââ Chuuya makes a broken sound when Dazai mouths under his jaw, but continues. âWhen you left, IâI needed itâand youâwerenât thereââ
âChuuyaââ Dazaiâs voice is caught between lust and apprehension. âDonât say itââ
Chuuya canât stop. âSoâI let someone elseââ
âChuuyaââ Dazaiâs voice is caught between lust and apprehension. âDonât say itââ
Chuuya canât stop. âSoâI let someone elseââ
Dazai snaps.
He knows the situation theyâre in right now is his fault. He knew what he was doing when he walked awayâwhat he could have had if he stayed.
But hearing Chuuya say that he had actually pushed him into someone elseâs armsâ
It turns Dazaiâs mouth sour.
He knows the situation theyâre in right now is his fault. He knew what he was doing when he walked awayâwhat he could have had if he stayed.
But hearing Chuuya say that he had actually pushed him into someone elseâs armsâ
It turns Dazaiâs mouth sour.
Chuuya could flip them over with easeâhe could reach behind them and break Dazaiâs neck right now. But when Dazai slams him down face first into the mattress, yanking Chuuyaâs hips up to meet his in a brutal pace, Chuuya feels powerless to it.
âIt wasnât enough, was it?â
âIt wasnât enough, was it?â
Chuuya canât do much more than groan mindlessly into the pillow as Dazai pounds him into the mattress, the headboard smacking against the wall so hard that the paint is starting to chip in places. âThey donât know what you need,â Dazai snarls, ânot like I do.â
They both know it.
They both know it.
Chuuya is coming apart underneath him, thighs shaking wider, arching up into Dazai as much as he can while his face is pressed down into the pillow.
Itâs the most erotic thing Dazai has ever seen.
âNoâone else can take you like I canââ Chuuya gasps, âThey donât get you.â
Itâs the most erotic thing Dazai has ever seen.
âNoâone else can take you like I canââ Chuuya gasps, âThey donât get you.â
Theyâre both raw, shaking, and on the very edgeâbecause theyâre both right.
No one else can do this to themânot the way that they can do it to eachother.
And they both know it.
âI donât want anyone elseââ The words escape Dazai in a sharp moan, and heâs as surprises as Chuuya.
No one else can do this to themânot the way that they can do it to eachother.
And they both know it.
âI donât want anyone elseââ The words escape Dazai in a sharp moan, and heâs as surprises as Chuuya.
Chuuya has always known, deep down, that Dazaiâs hooks are deep inside of him. He could always feel the echoes of him when he was with someone else, a distant longing thay Chuuya refused to acknowledge.
And he never, in a million years, expected Dazai to feel the same way.
And he never, in a million years, expected Dazai to feel the same way.
Thereâs a possibility that Dazai is still toying with himâone that Chuuya canât completely ignoreâbut there was a raw edge to it when he spoke before, and the silence that follows is enough to indicate that Dazai himself is reeling.
So Chuuya, still not sure if this is a game or not, takes that final step, closing the gap between them, letting the barrier thatâs been holding them back shatter.
âIâve never wanted anyone else.â
Now, the sounds Dazai is making arenât even human.
âIâve never wanted anyone else.â
Now, the sounds Dazai is making arenât even human.
Theyâre moving together desperately, and itâs simultaneously the best feeling Chuuya has ever had and the worst, because the deeper Dazai reaches inside of him, the more Chuuya wants. He wants Dazai to fuck him until he doesnât even know his own name.
And Dazai does.
And Dazai does.
Chuuya is flipped into his back, with Dazai sliding between his legs and sheathing himself inside of Chuuyaâs again, making them both moan as their mouths crash into each other.
Chuuya is strung out and wrecked, fingers trembling in Dazaiâs hair as they move together.
Chuuya is strung out and wrecked, fingers trembling in Dazaiâs hair as they move together.
Dazai is moving like a man possessed, holding onto Chuuya like heâs the only thing holding Dazai down, like if he lets go heâll drift awayâ
And hearing Chuuya gasp and whine against his mouth is the most grounding thing Dazai has ever felt.
âOsamu, Iâdonâtâdonât stop!â
And hearing Chuuya gasp and whine against his mouth is the most grounding thing Dazai has ever felt.
âOsamu, Iâdonâtâdonât stop!â
Dazai canât stop. He canât DREAM of stopping. âMine.â He groans against Chuuyaâs mouth, almost unaware of the fact that heâs saying it outloud. âAll mine.â
He doesnât expect the way Chuuyaâs fingers loosen in his hair, or the way he almost trembles under Dazai.
âAll yours.â
He doesnât expect the way Chuuyaâs fingers loosen in his hair, or the way he almost trembles under Dazai.
âAll yours.â
Chuuya says the words against Dazaiâs mouth, and they absolutely wreck him. âIâll always be yours.â
The words tear Dazai to shreds, because Chuuya would never say them if he didnât mean it.
The climax they share is long, intimate, and shattering.
The words tear Dazai to shreds, because Chuuya would never say them if he didnât mean it.
The climax they share is long, intimate, and shattering.
They both lay there, each panting against the otherâs neck, trying to process the reality of what theyâve done.
Itâs glaring Dazai in the face now, the truth heâs been ignoring for so long.
It wasnât easy before, but now itâs glaring him in the face.
Itâs glaring Dazai in the face now, the truth heâs been ignoring for so long.
It wasnât easy before, but now itâs glaring him in the face.
Chuuyaâs smile had always left a pit in Dazaiâs stomach. The way his hair slipped over his shoulder always made Dazaiâs fingers twitch, like he wanted to reach up and fix it. And his voiceâthe familiarity of it always brought indescribable comfort.
And now itâs all so obvious.
And now itâs all so obvious.
Heâs in love with Chuuya.
Dazai doesnât know what to do with it at first, staring down at his former partner in stunned silence, watching the way Chuuyaâs eyelashes fluttered as his breathing started to even out.
And Dazai is SO fucked.
Dazai doesnât know what to do with it at first, staring down at his former partner in stunned silence, watching the way Chuuyaâs eyelashes fluttered as his breathing started to even out.
And Dazai is SO fucked.
Chuuya bites his lip as he waits for his heartbeat to slow down, refusing to open his eyes. He doesnât know what to make of what just happened. The only thing he can rely on is what Dazai has done in the past.
Which means this is either all a joke, or heâs about to leave again.
Which means this is either all a joke, or heâs about to leave again.
Imagine his surprise when Dazai rolls onto the mattress next to him, pulling Chuuya into his arms without a momentâs hesitation. Chuuya glances up at Dazai, confused, his cheek pressed against his chest.
âWhat...are you doing?â
Dazai smiles weakly. âThatâs a good question.â
âWhat...are you doing?â
Dazai smiles weakly. âThatâs a good question.â
Chuuya lays there for a moment, struggling to process everything thatâs been said in the past two hours.
Heâs pissed.
Heâs pissed at Dazai for storming back into his life and dragging all of these feelings back into the open, without a care in the world for what itâll do to him
Heâs pissed.
Heâs pissed at Dazai for storming back into his life and dragging all of these feelings back into the open, without a care in the world for what itâll do to him
Because however much Dazai does careâand whatâs been made obvious to Chuuya now is that he DOES careâheâll never betray the defective agency.
And Chuuya only intends to leave the mafia in a body bag.
So what Dazai has done is unnecessarily painful for both of them.
And Chuuya only intends to leave the mafia in a body bag.
So what Dazai has done is unnecessarily painful for both of them.
But even so, the affection in Chuuyaâs chest needs to be felt, and he doesnât have to return to the real world until dawn.
So he relaxes in Dazaiâs arms, inhaling his scent, letting his head slump against the taller manâs chests
He knows that he loves Dazai too in that moment.
So he relaxes in Dazaiâs arms, inhaling his scent, letting his head slump against the taller manâs chests
He knows that he loves Dazai too in that moment.
It doesnât change what needs to happen.
âWe canât meet like this again.â Chuuya mutters against Dazaiâs chest. âMori canât ever know about it.â
On that, Dazai agrees completely.
âMori never has to know.â
âWe canât meet like this again.â Chuuya mutters against Dazaiâs chest. âMori canât ever know about it.â
On that, Dazai agrees completely.
âMori never has to know.â
The offer is implicitâenough for Chuuya to raise an eyebrow. âGo to sleep, bandages.â
Dazai presses his face into Chuuyaâs hair, closing his eyes. He wonât ask now, because heâs already pushed his luck for one day and he wants to enjoy holding Chuuya while it lasts.
Dazai presses his face into Chuuyaâs hair, closing his eyes. He wonât ask now, because heâs already pushed his luck for one day and he wants to enjoy holding Chuuya while it lasts.
But now he knows that the next time he asks Chuuya to leave the mafia, Chuuya will do it. They canât stay away away from each other, no matter how hard they tryâ
Because theyâve always held one another on a tight leash.
//END
Because theyâve always held one another on a tight leash.
//END