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The door had been firmly closed and Locked By the time Dazai had gotten inside the bathrooms walls.
The quiet Thrumming of his Heart, was all he could manage to hear in the quiet porcelain room, other than his Breathing, of course.
Simply existing in the cold, chilling, room felt uncomfortable to both his body and mind.
Silence always made him feel uneasy.. And faint memories began swimming within Dazai's mind of a few nights prior, tucked away in the bathroom as blood painted his vision, twisting his gut like a knife.
Suddenly, there was a sound behind him..
He hadn't needed turn around to be able to hear the audible click of the handles lock. It was unmistakable, after all, he's turned that lock countless times before, and it was no mystery to Dazai as to why the other man decided to lock it.
Though usually when it was himself locking the door behind him, it was to enact some unpleasant, gruesome, mutilation...
But today was different.
The lock wasn't completely trapping him inside this chamber, but it definitely made it more difficult to actually leave if he wanted to. Especially when he had no pins, or tools within arms reach to tinker with.
And the other thing. . .
"So- Chuuya isn't going to leave me alone? Not even in the bathroom? How crude..."
Dazai accusingly teased at the shorter man, turning his face to glance over his shoulder at the intruder, lurking in the corner.
his arms were languidly crossed over his finely crafted chest, neat with a Grey vest.
Dazai's little guard dog was watching his every move. And from what those brooding dark eyes suggested, Dazai could kiss his escape plan goodbye, it had already flown too far beyond his reach.
Sad to say, he may have met his match.
A scoff rang out, it sounded dry of amusement, and yet it was as if Dazai told a joke, and expected a laugh in return.
Sadly? He got no such thing.
"What?"
Chuuya started.
"Did ya Expect that I was gonna let you be in here Alone?"
He laughed.
Not the one Dazai had wanted though..
Thick with restrain and mockery.
Chuuya pushed himself off the wall, taking a step forward toward the Brunette, giving a light shove to Dazai's back, getting him ever so closer to the empty tub.
"I'm not stupid, Dazai. So Don't act dumb and try to pull anything now. You smell like a goddamn Garbage heap. Just get undressed, I'll start the water, alright?"
Dazai's fingers twitched as he ran them down the buttons of his white wrinkled shirt. He was.. once again met with unease.
Typically.. he didn't undress in the presence of others. A sort of cowardess, like a layer being pulled back to reveal a vulnerablness, something he tried do desperately tried to hide. to pretend wasn't there.
Not only was he placed in an unfortunate situation, it was also the way Chuuya spoke to him. Dazai DESPISED being talked down to, to have anything other than control. So the command was irking. He couldn't help the thin lined smile, and wide dark eyes plastered on his face at the pure audacity the man had to demand him.
HIM.
Dazai watched As the ginger haired man stepped past him, a stride in his step as he knelt down near the tub, turning on the water, as he dipped his gloveless hand under the stream, testing its heat..
Dazai hadn't noticed when Chuuya managed to remove his gloves so quickly-
Something so simple, and yet something that proved to Dazai, that his mind was slowing down to a mediocre degree.. it was embaressing.
observing the Sinks counter, quickly filled in the blanks. The black and leather gloves had been resting on the porcelain surface.
His distraction must have gotten the Attention of the shorter Mafioso, because a sudden sound of Chuuya clearing his throat filled Dazai's ears, Chuuya's eye glancing back at the lithe man standing awkwardly in the room, brought Dazai back to his senses..
Chuuya nudged his head toward the bath. Another subtle demand.
Had this airheaded dog forgotten who he was?
Dazai was frustrated of course. Brimming with heat as he willed his body to move, but it was anything other than cooperative.
An exasperated sigh fell from his lips while his white button up began slumping and folding around his broad shoulders, falling further down, the more buttons he had undone.
His dark distant eyes snapped up into the water falling against the tubs vessel for a mere moment, and he quickly took notice to the dark smudged stain plastered onto the grout.
He knew it had been his own blood, but it made him realise just exactly what Chuuya had been doing while he was incapacitated.
The man must have washed out the bathtub that night, or maybe the day after, not out of necessity, but because he wanted Dazai's apartment still clean and habitable, maybe respectable? But..
For who?
"Hey"
The Pause earned him a quick Smack to the back of his thigh, by none other than Chuuya Nakahara.
A Jolt ran through his leg as he stepped to the side, a dramatic Whine escaping his lips after the initial shock.
"Ehhh-- What the hell Chuuya! Get your grimey hands off me! Gonna' make me dirty with some kind of Slug disease!"
The words flew out if Dazai's mouth faster than he could keep up with. It came to Dazai Naturally, It was just another wall to put up between him and Chuuya.
to create a barrier, for dominance.
Anything to insinuate he was superior.
Though Dazai's act was a hoax. A ruse to distract from his surprise from the slap, his unfocused mind wandering off and losing concentration to...
Chuuya.
Chuuya perked up, brows furrowed as he stood up from the floor.
"Ehhh? don't start with this bullshit, Dickhead. As if you weren't already dirty before I arrived here, pig. If I do have a disease I hope you catch it and keel over, ya lunatic-"
Chuuya was just as Fast to bicker and yell, tossing out insult after insult- just to match Dazai's Obnoxious personality.
Dazai's shoulders Eased as he was met with what he was looking for. An even playing field, Chuuya treating him poorly and acting like a dog in return.
All was right in the world.
A smug smile pulled tight across Dazai's sinister face.. but that's all he got to do before it all came raining down again.
A hand gripped tight to the last bit of shirt dangling from dazai's arms, leaving the cold air to nip at the exposed skin of Dazai's upper chest.
Dazai practically turned to stone as he gritted his teeth, wrapping his arms around his chest.
Chuuya was by no means thrilled either.
"The rest. Now Osamu. Take it off"
Chuuya starred Daggers toward the Brunette, while his fist crumpled up the shirt he swiftly stole from the thin tall man.
Dazai grimaced, slow and methodical as his hands dipped down to push the long pants down his thin legs. And once they hit the floor, that was all he had wore underneath the old clothes.
All that remained of his decency and pride, were the tightly bound Bandages that wrapped each limb respectively.
The ribbon of pale beige wrapping delicately covered the expanse of his chest, and up his thighs, the only place he couldn't exactly cover without unnecessary chaffing had been his Lower loins and ass.
He had done all he could to seem unfazed, like his mind wasn't reeling from those blue eyes scanning him as if he couldn't feel it.
Such humilation.
A step toward the bath, he attempted to go in, but not before a familiar arm blocked his path.
"Everything."
Chuuya spoke lowly, gaze sharp toward Dazai's face.
"I'm not taking them off- like Hell I'd do that while you're here! I can bathe on my own!" Dazai began seething, bubbling underneath the surface of his calm exterior mask that had already began chipping away since the first night Chuuya had shown up.
Chuuya pressed a firm hand against Dazai's chest, the Brunettes back hitting the wall.
"If I had the confidence to know you wouldn't try one of your schemes again, maybe you'd have that right."
Chuuya pressed closer toward Dazai's body, a hand latching up into the mess of brown hair, a tug to pull Dazai's face closer to his own.
"But you don't. You're here now. and you don't have my trust. So take them off, or I'll do it for you. I won't ask again"
Chuuya released the grip within Dazai's hair, watching as the tall man, stood tall once more, eyes full of that desperation and eagerness to get his own way. To fight for Dominance.
But Dazai was on Chuuya's playing field now, and he wasn't So lenient as he was years ago. Dazai couldn't hide any longer.
With a pant, and a huff, Dazai swallowed thickly, hands raised to his neck as he began unraveling all the pieces that kept him from showing weakness.
His head spun as he sat with bitter resolve.
What would fighting do now? Prolong his suffering?
Layer after layer, long strands of bandage began falling to the floor, most soiled and fit with blood and grime from wounds, or sweat.
Piece by piece, his body was revealed. A show of shapes and colors danced over his skin, thick scars, younger or older littered his body. A show of what he had endured during his time at the Mafia. His attempts that always failed. His shame painted onto his body.. a reminder that he was human, and a damaged one at that.
There was no further Argument as he finished unwrapping himself, barely half a second to revel in it before Dazai had rushed into the bathtub-
suddenly very eager to hide within the warm water and soap.
Chuuya during his spiral had waited till Dazai finally began to do what he had asked, before he glanced away, a slight show of consideration to the Brunette's misery. Though... shame to Chuuya with his very bad self control, his eyes misbehaved him, glancing from time to time to see the masterpiece that was
Dazai Osamu.
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The Bathroom was mostly silent, other than the sloshing of soapy water in the full tub.
Chuuya's fingers had been thoroughly washing through the dark mop of hair on Dazai's head. The Brunette's usual chirpy mocking nature, now silent and dull as his gaze fell onto the water.
His knees were brought up to his chest, fingers poking and popping some bubbles that caught his eye. He was uncharacteristically quiet.
Like a dark rain cloud, it filled the room to accompany Dazai's depressive mood.
"How do your arms feel"
Chuuya finally decided to break the silence, fingers still deep in the brown bubbly hair, untangling the mess.
Dazai made no real attempt to say anything, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug all the while he popped another bubble.
Chuuya Sighed, pulling his hands back as he ran a Rag down Dazai's back instead.
"I'll check on them once you're clean. We can get you all wrapped up, then..."
Chuuya thought through some ideas that would say 'sorry' for souring Dazai's mood.
"we can go on a short walk down to the peer. Would you like that? As an apology for the bandages-"
Dazai's body seemed to quickly perk up, eyes glancing toward Chuuya with interest he otherwise never had during these few grueling days. To finally escape the old musty apartment? Away from the bed he likely would be tied to again? That would be blessing.
"Yes-"
Dazai spoke a little too quickly, sitting up expectantly for Chuuya give him the go ahead to exit the bathtub. It was rather unusual to actually follow any instructions Chuuya would give him-
Buuuut
A taste of freedom was on the line, so he showed some restraint, even if it was humiliating... it would be worth it.
God.. what was he turning into?
Some sort of lapdog?
Chuuya he stood up from being on his knees, grabbing a nearby towel as he wiped his hands of any water. "Alright, dry off, I'll get you a new pair of clothes.."
Chuuya held out the towel as Dazai quickly stood up from the water, looking like some sort of uncanny monster from one of those silly horror films. He easily took the towel, wrapping it tightly around his body.
Glancing up, he saw Chuuya heading for the door, the sound of the lock finally unlatching.
"Im gonna get you a fresh pair of clothes-"
Chuuya paused in the middle of the doorframe as he slowly peeked back in, looking weary.
"I trust you'll be good till I'm back?-" He mummbled lowly as he Furrowed his brows skeptically.
Dazai blinked once, then again, nodding his head along as he watched Chuuya settle from reassurance, walking off into the bedroom, leaving Dazai alone to snicker under his breath, dabbing off the stray water drops from his hair. Chuuya was so easy to please.
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The sun was setting peacefully over the dark blue ocean, the salty sea air whisking past the two walking side by side near the peer.
Dazai's long coat flowed through the wind, the tall man running up ahead, all the while he stretched and spun about. Never in his life did he think he would he excited about exercising- and yet? Here he was.
A long sigh left his mouth as he leaned over the edge of the railing.
"Ahh, I thought chibi would neeever let me out!"
The man moaned, head tilted back as he stretched his back out on the railing. Shooting a evil glare toward Chuuya with a sinister smile.
"People would've began to speculate someone kidnapped me... and I'm sure the boss would absolutely love to know you've been away for.. how many days now? Taking care of the enemy."
Dazai's sickly smile tightened as he saw Chuuya approach closer, cigarette between his lips as he flicked the lighter close to the tip, cupping his hand over the flame.
"Ooooh you're gonna be in big trouble if he finds out, chu-uyaaaa"
The man taunted, before a fist gripped tightly to the vest of Dazai's clothes, pulling the manchild back from the edge.
"Hm. Sounds like you're in good spirits now that you're up and walkin'. I was worried you were still injured, with the way you lick your old wounds"
Chuuya gave a side glance, tilting his head.
"Ready for another beating? I'll put you back on bed rest, if you keep talking shit. I'm not above hitting a loonybin like you, if it means you'll shut up"
Dazai gave a passive gesture, hands up in surrender to avoid anymore unnecessary pain.
"Oh good. You do have a brain still left in tact. C'mon shithead." Chuuya quickly Urged the sick man up ahead, where he could keep a close eye on him. Perhaps Chuuya would clime he didn't want Dazai off hurting himself, or jumping into the sea like some fish out of water!
Or maybe he just, really liked watching Dazai? Who's to say.
Chuuya took a long draw from his cigarette as he eyed the tall man up ahead. The Brunette looked far too happy being out of his cage, But- he looked better. Healthier. More lively than before.
His blue eyes slowly traced down the figure infront of him, how the long beige coat hugged Dazai's waist, how his messy hair landed perfectly to frame his face. Everything was too.. enticing.
For a Moment Chuuya thought maybe Dazai was doing it again. Some sort of ploy, or attempting to seem more appealing than he truly was.
The way he walked, twirling around, his dark brown eyes burrowing into his own. The way Dazai Rambled on about something he didn't really care to listen to, when Dazai would get another snarky remark, his lips would curl into a evil smile.
Everything! Everything made Chuuya feel..
Enticed.
Eventually their nice walk came to a close, when Dazai suddenly spotted a small ice cream stand, posted up nearby the bustling park, near the beach.
Dazai's eyes lit up expectantly, first looking toward the big ice-cream sign, then toward Chuuya, who stood idly, hand on his hip, and a cigarette bouncing on his lip- completely engulfed in another world. He acted as if Dazai wasn't begging him to get some damn treat.
Dazai had to try better than just looking at him with piercing eyes, to get what he wants.
Chuuya acted completely uninterested, blowing out the smoke he held in his lungs until it burned, finally turning his Gaze back toward Dazai to see the younger man, closer this time, with an unreadable expression on his pretty face.
"Huh. What do you want?" He asked, languidly standing by as he eyed Dazai up and down.
Dazai had seemed to try and organize his thoughts, wanting to be less...
how does he put it?
Less Dazai Osamu, so he could get what he desired.
As quickly as the weather changing, He placed his hands in his pockets, and leaned down ever so slightly to meet Chuuya's face.
"Hey, we should get ice cream- they have chocolate, you like that one, right?, common!"
Dazai had yanked his hand out of his pocket, grabbing ahold of Chuuya's Arm as he lightly tugged him toward the vendors booth.
Chuuya tsked, blowing out another spout of smoke before he was yanked toward the small line of people.
"Hah- that's not the right way to ask for ice-cream, when you know I'D be the one paying for it"
Chuuya muttered, flicking his cigarette to the ground as he stomped out the flame with his shoe.
Dazai gave a perplexed look, a pout forming on his face as he scratched his head "Well.. we'd both get ice cream, which I think is a fair offer- so I don't know why chuuya would think I'd need to beg like a dog for a pint of ice cream-"
Dazai lightly chuckled, assuming that was that, and Chuuya would let it go, but to his dismay, the ginger haired man looked far too amused for his liking.
"Say please, Dazai. I wanna hear it"
Dazai tensed. He didn't like the way Chuuya's face looked so smug, fixing his gloves casually, waiting to hear such a phrase. Dazai didn't personally hate the word 'please' But there was something about this moment that rubbed him the wrong way, Chuuya was getting something out of it, and it made him feel so... so small.
The line had begun to dwindle.
"I'm not gonna pay, until you say please. Say it like a good mutt" Chuuya pressured further.
Dazai's face began to scrunch up as he thought about how embarrassing it would be to say please, infront of the ice cream vendor. Should he really swallow his pride for ice cream? He SHOULD'VE just brought his wallet, and yet here they stand.
Chuuya waited paitently, and the people in front of them moved forward in line.
Dazai shuffled in place as he stared straight ahead.
"Please."
He said the word quickly, avoiding Chuuya's pleased expression as the shorter man began to dig through his pocket.
A suddenly pat against his lower back was offered to Dazai as the line moved forward.
"Atta boy, Osamu. See? That wasn't so hard.. now was it?"
Dazai could feel his face burn.. it was completely out of pure rage! And not from.. embarrassment of caving under the pressure.
That damn cheeky bastard. Dazai's eyes narrowed, boring holes in the back Of Chuuya's head, all the while they got to the employee.
"Hello! What can I get for you today?"
"Chocolate. And he'll take a strawberry"
The transaction went smoothly, as the two got their sweet treat, though Dazai would claim its more or a sour treat now.. taste of victory wasn't his to have.
Dazai was stationed in one of the uncomfortable metal chairs that restaurants usually had outside of their buildings. Along with the dirty tabl and the large umbrella that covered the people using it 60% of the time.
The Brunette had held his icecream cone full of the strawberry cream near his mouth, licking a stripe up the side as he boyishly stared out at the sea, letting frustration overboil his thoughts. Mostly about how he'd get Chuuya back for this.
Across the table sat Chuuya. He had a bowl of his chocolate ice cream, using a spoon to dip into it, the sweet treat was nearly finished, even after just sitting down! Chuuya wasn't known for eating light meals, or to be slow. He was like a bottomless pit when it came to food, there was never time to waste, especially back when he lived with the sheep. A kid could steal your stash of candy, or food, just as you'd look away, then it would be gone.
Old habits die hard.
His eyes glanced up to the view of Dazai, the sun landed on his face perfectly, and it was like out of a movie scene, probably one of those romance ones, where the saturation is cranked up to 90.
His mind got caught up on Dazai's mouth, the way his tongue pressed against the pink ice-cream, licking a dense stripe up to the tip, until he wrapped his lips around the treat. And Dazai's face, God.. his brows furrowed in concentration, his face flushed- or maybe that was his imagination.. whatever the cause was-
It was around this time Chuuya was kind of grateful to have Dazai spend his money. Money well spent for the view, he'd say.
Leaning back, chuuya bounced his leg relentlessly, chewing the inside of his cheek, he was finished eating his portion of the chocolate ice-cream, and now he felt a hungry heat growing down in his loins.
Fucking hell. He needed to get this man back to his place..
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Dazai wasn't quite sure
what had happened once they finished their ice-cream.
They were heading back to Dazai's apartment, where he assumed he'd be locked up again, or maybe Chuuya would finally let him go.
It wasn't as if the Slug could keep him there forever. His coworkers were bound to find him eventually, or at least be curious about his whereabouts, once he's not found at work for a prolonged amount of time.
But he should have figured
Something was off about Chuuya
The moment they walked back. He had been quiet, and seemed to be racking his brain about something, he seemed closed off, maybe he was mad about paying for the ice cream? Or maybe it was about work?
He couldn't pin point it. And now he was on the back of Chuuya's beloved red motorcycle, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, whilst holding on for dear life.
He hated Chuuya's choice or transport, but he also had no fucking clue where they were going!
When they arrived at the apartment, Dazai was heading toward his room, until he was suddenly pulled by his arm by Chuuya. All the ginger said was
"We're going on a ride"
No explanation. No knowledge of where they were going- and now, he really was kidnapped.
Back on the Road, they Wooshed past car after car, heading through the bustling city, closer and closer to old Routes Dazai used to use for the Mafia.
Chuuya had graciously given him the Helemt he wore for his bike, guess the short man speculated he needed it more than himself.
They came to a stop at a red-light, Dazai practically jittering as he squeezed Chuuya's torso.
"H-Hey, y'know you're basically kidnapping me if you don't tell me where we're going, right?" Dazai laughed lowly, hiding the real anxiety underneath. He didn't think Chuuya was actually going to hurt him. He knew him too well for that. But it did leave his mind screaming, imagination running wild. And imagination was the best form of torture.
Chuuya at first didn't speak, readjusting his grip on the handles as he stared at the lights ahead.
Dazai whined. "Hey! Someone help! I'm being kidnaaaaa-"
Dazai's yell was interrupted by the Motorcycle suddenly taking off, the light turning green.
Dazai yelped as he clung to the man infront of him again.
"Relax, will ya? I'm taking you to my place. There, happy?" Chuuya gritted out, speeding the motorcycle up a little faster, just to feel the way Dazai squeezes him.
He wasn't sure the last time Dazai was willingly this close in his personal space. Maybe when they were fighting that dragon..
The two of them barely knew personal space anyways. Dazai didn't need it, and Chuuya didn't see the problem.
Dazai sounded completely at a loss "eeehhh? What, why? Was my humble abode too poor of taste for you, Mr fancy hat?"
Chuuya rolled his eyes, pulling up to a parking complex. "Yeah, sure-" he mummbled as he found a spot to park, turning off the engine.
And he felt a twinge of yearning once he felt Dazai's arms unlatch from him, scurrying off the bike as he popped the helmet off, leaving the other's hair a mess, blinking his big brown eyes.
Chuuya snickered. "Come, my place is close"
Dazai groaned as he began to follow Chuuya like a lost dog. "Seriously? More walking? I'm so tiiiired" the grown man bitched and moaned, dragging his feet along.
Chuuya made a faux sound of sympathy. "Aww.. poor baby. Did you want me to carry you around? I could do that" Chuuya grinned, holding his arms out, before Dazai quickly rushed by. "Nope!"
Dazai put his hands in his pockets as he continued to walk ahead of Chuuya.
"Not interested. People would get the wrong idea" Dazai claimed.
"What kind of ideas?" Chuuya mused, raising a brow as he followed along.
"Well isn't it obvious? Chuuya's taking me to his place, because he's pent up and wants to have sex with me" He told casually, as if that was just another normal conversation to have in public.
Chuuya was mildly taken back, words stuck in his throat as he Halted.. before slowly beginning to walk again.
"Oh? Is that so."
Chuuya kept his voice cool and calm.
Dazai sighed boredly, folding his arms up over his head. "Uh-huh. I didn't realise at first, but I started to piece together everything. The way you were staring, how weird and quiet you were acting- then taking me away from home.. you wanted a quieter place. Somewhere more private- thicker walls. That jazz"
Chuuya let the other speak, listening on and on about his great genius mind figuring it out. The younger man was so confident, and seemed proud to have the upper hand of figuring it out before Chuuya initiated anything.
"Wow.. you sure figured it out, didn't ya? So smart"
Chuuya said calmly, pulling the other toward a nice apartment lobby that was far nicer than anything Dazai had. And up to the Elevator where he clicked the button up to his floor.
Dazai proudly leaned against the bars of the Elevator, snuggly grinning down at Chuuya.
"Of course I'm right.. and well, to ease your fears.. I'm not apposed about sleeping with you, Chuuya~"
The sly man cooed, reaching a hand to caress through Chuuya's bright orange hair.
"I'm aware you've felt some sort of way with me for a while. And I'm quite adverse with pleasing my sex partners. So you're in good hands" Dazai moved smoothly toward Chuuya, his hand slowly grazing down the shorter man's back, his mouth leaning down to Chuuya's neck- before the elevator doors suddenly opened.
And to Dazai's surprise, his hair was suddenly pulled taut, being dragged out of the Elevator, and toward Chuuya's apartment door.
A long list of howls rang out from Dazai's lips. "Ow ow ownowow!-"
Now Dazai was completely lost. Wasn't this what Chuuya wanted?
Chuuya snorted. "Goddamn. I can see how you womanized so many girls, Dazai. You have such a pretty way with words, and lay the charm on thick, truly, any lady would be thrilled to have a one night stand with THE Dazai Osamu.. But you're forgetting something"
Chuuya narrowed his eyes as he pulled Dazai toward his face to meet eye to eye.
Dazai wincing as he looked at the others face.
"I'm not a girl"
Chuuya rebuked.
Suddenly Chuuya's lips smashed into Dazai's, the meshing and pulling happening so quickly, it scrambled Dazai's mind, resting his hands against Chuuya's shoulders for stability.
Chuuya's mouth moved languidly against Dazai's, his tongue running against the other's bottom lip, lightly pulling and tugging against Dazai's lip. He would've made him bleed if he didn't hold back.
Dazai hesitated as he slowly opened his mouth to welcome the other's tongue against his own. And more more there was a fight between them, tongues pushing against one another, demanding access. But with another pull to Dazai's hair, he stumbled, groaning softly all the while his mouth was overrun and explored by Chuuya.
It was only a few seconds before they both had to pull back, Dazai breathing in deeply for air, spit falling down his chin as he held Chuuya's wrist, hoping to get his hair released.
"F-fuck.. what Are you trying to do Chuuya- let go that hurts!" The man complained before he was suddenly released, his knees hitting the floor as he rubbed his aching head.
Chuuya was exhilarated! Breathing heavy as he shrugged off his coat, and unbuttoned his vest.
"Goddamn, you look good like that" Chuuya muttered, wiping his mouth off. "Maybe you could use that foul mouth of yours to good use, yeah?"
Dazai was a groaning mess, glancing up at Chuuya towering over head of him, for once in his life... and he's never seen Chuuya so aroused before.
"huh-" Dazai paused, wide eyed before he absolutely fumbled.
"HUH?! Hell no! No way! I don't swallow! I don't suck people off!- Chuuya must've hit his head if he thinks I'm gonna-"
A hand suddenly runs through Dazai's hair, maybe a warning for another tug if the Brunette doesn't start behaving.
"Don't act like that, sweetheart, you'll love it. Just like you enjoyed that icecream cone" Chuuya's smile darkend, his mind filling with all kind of Idea's, patronizing the younger man. gripping ahold of Dazai's chin, he forced those dark near-black eyes to look at him.
"Such a pretty face you got.." he tsked, clicking his tongue
"I don't know how you've been going so long without a dick inside you.. a real shame y'know"
Dazai fumed, his teeth tightly clenched, shooting a glare up at the man, nipping at hand restraining him. "pervert- say that to every guy you see?" Dazai pried, sourly sinking down to the floor as his thighs rubbed against each other, the fabric causing a lovely friction against a hidden erection growing in his pants.
Fuck.. what kind of Masochist was he?
Maybe he was worse than Chuuya. At least Chuuya had the balls to say the quiet part out loud, all the while Dazai Coward away and got Hard off of the other's force.
Chuuya had reeled his wrist away after he nearly got bit by the savage beast kneeling on the floor infront of him.
"Nasty thing you are-"
He breathed out, his eyes heavy with lust heavy enough to make the devil blush.
Dazai's first attempt to twist his head away from the peering man went unsuccessful, a leather gloved hand roughly twisting within his dark locks of hair, pulling harsh to tug Dazai's face back to the man in control. A wince graced his face as he grunted.
It took Dazai a moment to re-focus his eyes to the new view, but when he did, he was met with the sight of Chuuya's free hand unzipping the front of his fly, digging into his pants to pull out a hard, and veined cock, tip wet and shiny with what had to be precum.
Dazai's face pulled taut as he kept his mouth firmly shut, though his eyes were stuck to the sight of Chuuya's dick so close by, face burning each second the torment continued.
Chuuya's breath was even and heavy, his gloved hand slowly stroking over the length, peering down toward the victim of his lust. Seeing the man like this, vulnerable, and all his, it filled a greed inside him.
He licked over his dry lips as he chuckled. "This is a goddamn masterpiece. You should be grateful, 'Samu"
He pressed the tip of his dick against the man's lips, dirtying the beautiful canvas infront of him.
"I gotta say, You look real good with a dick in your face, I think you'd agree to if you saw yourself now"
Chuuya egged on, watching as the humilation filled Dazai's face, drawing the bright red color to his cheeks.. bit it didn't help his need. Dazai was a stubborn brat, mouths tightly sealed like Saint Mary.
That simply couldn't do.
Dazai was holding off as long as he was able to, feeling the gentle rub of sinful flesh against his face, like he was some sort of slut. Fuck those dirty words did something to his brain.. what sort of Chuuya disease did this guy infect him with? He wasn't thinking clearly at all.
A sudden moan caught Dazai off guard, his own voice filling the sparse room, and a deep breath in after the sudden sharp sensation- suddenly he felt the length of The hatrack's dick slip between his lips, tensing with the feeling of his nose being tickled by the bush of pretty red hair.
The causation of his brief moan was the result of Chuuya's nicely made Shoe, Shiney and black, suddenly pressed down firm and harsh against Dazai's groin.
The pressure caused a sharp pain, and the small nudges and circled rubs blistered into a hot heat of pleasure. His hands quickly found purchase against Chuuya's thighs as he moaned against the hot and heavy dick inside his mouth.
Chuuya had tilted his head back, a groan escaping his throat.
"Oh fuck, you're warm. C'mon, wrap your tongue around the base, nice and soft. Relax your jaw-"
Chuuya instructed plainly, tilting his head back again, to witness the gorgeous sight Of Dazai swallowing him whole. The brunette was mildly sloppy, unsure with movement, but it was cute to see how Dazai hollowed out his cheeks and tried to suck against the intrusion. Even hotter when Chuuya 'accidentally' shuffled his hips and thrusted against Dazai's throat, welling his eyes with tears.
Dazai had began grinding his hips up into the feeling of Chuuya's shoe. God forbid Chuuya get all the fun while he's there, stuck sucking on his cock like a whole.
He made soft grunts and groans as he found himself practically humping Chuuya's shoe, like some animal. God he was pathetic.. he could've gotten off on it too, if it wasn't for the sudden thrust he felt against the back of his throat!
His eyes welled with tears as he sputtered and pulled back, the hand within his hair releasing as he fell back onto the hardwood floor, a coughing fit wrecking his body as he groaned.
"F-fuck!- you're a BRUTE, Slug! You're trying to destroy my throat?! Jesus-"
Dazai complained and bitched, rubbing hid throat all tenderly.
The man above him was looking a bit frazzled himself.. "hah.. yeah, sorry bout that... I just lost myself for a second- fuck that was good though"
Chuuya breathed out, dick standing proud as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hey..."
Chuuya paused, peering down at the man laying idly.
His foot slowly pressed against Dazai's groin, gentle taps fondling against where he presumed his testicles hung, a dangerous game they played. Every tap hitched Dazai's Breath, his body jumping at every small sensation. He looked fucked out of his mind.
"Let's try that again yeah?.. just a little more. Let me fuck your mouth-"
Chuuya suggested as he pressed hard and firm against the Brunette's cock.
Dazai Keened a slow wine, his hand resting against Chuuya's shoe as he clamped his thighs around the Gingers shoe.
"Fuck, fuck, fuh- okay- just, let me cum after. This is goddamn torture, you freak-"
Dazai agreed with little to no Hesitantion, having no qualms when he felt Chuuya's foot get pulled away, replaced with the sound of those nicely made shoes stand on either side of Dazai's head.
Staring up was a damn dream and nightmare. Dazai swallowed dryly, realizing the situation he placed himself into for a quick fuck.
He watched As Chuuya got down onto his knees, caging the Brunette's head in.
Dazai bit his bottom lip as he mentally prepared himself.
Chuuya stared down at Dazai, his hand lightly brushing away the other's hair from his face as he smiled.
"Ready?" He asked.
Dazai replied with a quick nod.
His mouth ever so slightly hanging open, a nice warm cavern for Chuuya to use.
Chuuya nodded, gripping ahold of his dick as he got into a better position.
"Alright. You won't be able to breathe. Just hit me if you need air that badly" he told, before he carefully pressed in, further past than before, the restrictive flesh of Dazai's throat nicely squeezing around his length as Chuuya groaned.
Dazai made a soft gag as he held onto Chuuya's hips, almost panicking at the sensation of not being able to breathe.
Then a hand rested against his head, running through his hair as Chuuya gave gentle thrusts. "Theeere ya go.. that's a good boy. Just like that"
Chuuya told lowly, a groan leaving his mouth.
"Relax your throat for me"
He instructed, leaving Dazai to groan as he used his freakish skills to relax his body at will, to do as the man said. His hand traveling south, rubbing his dick through his suit pants.
Chuuya began setting a rhythm, a faster thrusting in and out of the malleable throat Dazai had graced him with. The muffled moans of the man below, sent shivers down Chuuya's back. Lewd wet slapping ringing out as the Drool fell from Dazai's sore lips.
Chuuya got to fuck the other's throat raw for a few 10 seconds, before the noticeable tapping against his thigh was noticeable, frantic.
Chuuya glancing down at the others face showed a gorgeous teary eyed wet mess.
He would've stayed longer if he could, but he wouldn't want Dazai to pass out.
A slow groan came as Chuuya pulled out from Dazai's throat.
Dazai scrambling up as he coughed and breathed deeply, holding his throat as he caught his breath. "Oh my god... fuck I couldn't- breathe.. and, fuck I was so light headed and- it felt so.. good?"
Dazai Rambled as he figured out his words, regaining his composure, whilst Chuuya slowly stood back up, aching hard for more than just some foreplay. "Hm.. yeah I thought you'd like it. Sometimes when you crave pain and punishment, you don't gotta put yourself in real harms way to get it-" he explained.
He held a hand out for Dazai to get a helping hand up. The younger man happily taking it, pulling himself up to stand, stumbling for a moment before he was taken to a nicely decorated room.
A large silk bed, black sheets, dark walls, and minimal lighting. It felt like a goddamn sex hotel, but maybe richer. But it could've been Dazai's mind playing tricks on him.
Chuuya cleared his throat as he tossed some layers of jackets off his body and onto the hamper. "I have lube in my bathroom. Sit down, I'll be back, yeah?" Chuuya ushered, walking off to a room that was likely the bathroom, a light flicking on as the ginger dug through his cabinets and drawers for lube.
Dazai sighed, pushing off his coat as he tried to cool off, sweating like a beast. His heart raced as he flopped back onto the bed, his legs dangling off while he draped a arm over his eyes. It was far long dark outside. The large windowed wall, revealing the brightly shining lights of the city or Yokohama. This was one hell of a night.... but he could say he wasn't feeling so.. bad anymore.
He could hear the sound of Chuuya walking back into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed, and a small thump of object hitting the bed. All was mostly quiet, Dazai assumed Chuuya would speak, figure out arrangements, who was going where- but no.
He felt lithe fingers, gloves recently taken off, caressing up his thigh, he didn't move until he felt those devilish hands slowly inch their way up, and up.. until the rubbed up towards his ass and-
Dazai sat up.
"huh!! No way! You're not fucking my ass! It was my turn, dork! You said I could come!" Dazai fought back.
Chuuya narrowed his eyes as he grabbed at Dazai's ankle, easily pulling him back, slow and methodical like it was nothing.
"Yeah. I did say I'd make you cum. But I'm not the one who's gonna be fucked. YOU are"
Dazai pursed his lips in thought as he crossed his arms. "Chuuya, i don't think you realise.. I'm not one for bottoming. I don't 'bottom' this ass is not for sale-"
He spoke like it made a difference. Talking slow as if Chuuya's dumb brain couldn't comprehend. Chuuya on the other hand was carefully taking off Dazai's shoes, and inching his way up to crawl onto the bed, and thus- ontop of Dazai.
"You talk too much"
Chuuya pulled the others neck forward, pressing them into another feat of Passionate kissing, tongue against tongue teeth Nashing like viscous animals.
It lasted for a while, before Dazai ended up flipping the two around, now staring down at Chuuya from below, a snarky grin forming onto Dazai's lips as he gained purchase on Chuuya's thighs, using his hands to press them apart as their hips ground together.
His clothed cock roughly rubbing against Chuuya's ass. Sufficiently dry humping.
Chuuya grunted, his legs wrapped around Dazai's waist as he was ground into.
"Fucking shithead" he sputtered othe others neck forward, pressing them into another feat of Passionate kissing, tongue against tongue teeth Nashing like viscous animals.
It lasted for a while, before Dazai ended up flipping the two around, now staring down at Chuuya from below, a snarky grin forming onto Dazai's lips as he gained purchase on Chuuya's thighs, using his hands to press them apart as their hips ground together.
His clothed cock roughly rubbing against Chuuya's ass. Sufficiently dry humping.
Chuuya grunted, his legs wrapped around Dazai's waist as he was ground into.
"Fucking shithead" he sputtered out through raspy groans.
Dazai seemed rather pleased with himself, a chuckle falling from his lips, as he trailed down Chuuya's neck to leave soft kisses, licking a stripe against the leather of Chuuya's collar..
"Heh... my Dog-"
Dazai uttered. Far too happy.
Chuuya tensed- growling out in rage as he kicked the other's side, shoving him off his body. His hand found grip onto the back of Dazai's neck, shoving him down face first into his nicely covered pillows.
Dazai's world spun! The world shifting as a sudden weight pressed him deep into the pillow. He could've sworn he was ontop of Chuuya five second ago.
Chuuya grimaced, wiping his lips as he stared down at the fiend.
"Ha! Your dog huh? You fucking Brat. Think you can Seduce your way out of this? I'm not one of your little girlfriends, Dazai. And if you want to run away and leave your dog behind, fine. But now that I got you, I ain't ever letting you go again."
Chuuya started, leaning down close enough to Dazai's ear, to make sure he heard him.
"You can go to work. You can play with your little friends, but you'll always know, you're MY bitch. You can fuck all you want, sleep around, but you're mine. And you're gonna take what I give you"
He spat viscously as his hand gripped firm to the rim of Dazai's hands, a hard yank being all he needed to reveal the soft ass hidden away.
Dazai could only yelp as he was forced into such a compromising position. Face down, legs propped up, and the cold air of the room resting on all his precious bits.
Chuuya was a lot stronger than he thought, and those heavy scary words shone deep, it even... made his heart skip a little. Did.. did he like that? Did Dazai Osamu, like a possessive little freak telling him off? Treating him like the most precious thing in the world?
Dazai mind scrambled, his hands squeezing tightly to the pillow infront of him, a click, squeeze, and a cold liquids slowly traveled down the crack of his ass, and dribbled down his balls. His face burned in the pillow as he sat pliant for Chuuya. He didn't argue, but he didn't look at Chuuya either. He was in a odd limbo of giving up control, and pretending like he was still in control.
It was only when he felt the length of a big member against his crack, slicking itself up with the fallen lube, instead of a lithe finger did he perk up.
"You're supposed to prepare me aren't you?-" He meekly questioned, suddenly unaware if even HE has been fucking people right..
Chuuya scoffed. "Yeah. Normally. But you fucking piss me off."
Chuuya mummbled, squeezing a handful of Dazai's small ass in his hand, observing the puckered hole, untainted by anyone.
"You act so tough, like you have everything planned out. you run off like a bitch in heat and try and sleep with any women you can. And I let you get away with it too.. for a while. But then YOU have the gall to treat me like one of them!"
He shook his head. "Fuck you. I won't be like one of your bitches. I'm different" he hissed out, slapping a harsh hit against the pale skin of Dazai's ass, bringing out a strained yell.
"Nah. I'm gonna fuck you. And when I'm done, you'll be limping. Everyone will know you aren't as invincible as you think you are. And then.. I'll fix you. Like I always do. Because you're mine"
Chuuya spoke, softly near the end as he finally pressed the hot angry head of his cock against the hole.
Dazai's back arched, instinctively pulled forward as he tried to get away from the intrusion making its way into his body. "Oh- fuck.. fuck, slow, slow, please-"
A willing beg fell from Dazai's lips.
Chuuya's hands held firm to those boney hips, his dick easily pressing in as he got to his tip. Those delightful whimpers and begs rained down heavenly. Absolutely amazing to Chuuya's ears.
"Stop moving. Calm down. You can take it, just relax.. ive got you" Chuuya comforted, talking Dazai through it, a hand gently rubbing bellow Dazai, pressing against his scrotum.
Dazai struggled out a whimper as his legs shook. His ass loosened, another inch managing to squeeze into Dazai's aching hole. But all the Brunette could do was whine.
"No- no, too much, chuuyaaaa-"
Chuuya made a soft Hush as he wrapped his hand around Dazai's erect penis, giving a few tugs back, feeling the other hump into his palm.
Chuuya couldn't help but snicker, kissing against Dazai's back. "I have to train that out of you..." he whispered.
"Common, take more, you can do it. You're Dazai, you can do anything" He whispered, feeling more give inside Dazai's body, as he began accepting him fully.
Dazai could only shiver and moan, biting into the pillow below him as Chuuya sheathed himself inside his body.
He had never felt so tense and yet relaxed in his life, and the slow push that sunk the other's rod deeper inside made him want to lose his mind. It invaded him, made him make unruly disgusting sounds... he was so weak.
Chuuya's fingers glided over Dazai's stomach, before taking their spot on the others hips again.
"Breathe in"
He ordered, before one clean thrust pressed the two seamlessly together, joined by intermingled sex.
The thrust pushed a wheeze out from Dazai's lungs, his legs shook and squirmed like jelly. His back ached with how rigid it was, his body was anything but relaxed, sore and tired.
But it was only the beginning of this rough ride. He pulled his face out of the soft pillow, looking up at the headboard, reaching a shaking hand up to grab the wood for support.
Chuuya was settling in nicely, hands running up the expanse of the other's fabric on his back. He didn't give much warning like before, when he began pulling out from Dazai's insides, only to swiftly shove himself back in, and the progress repeated over and over again, slow at first, but Dazai was already keeled back over.
His hope for relief above vanquished as the pillow below became his best friend to wet his tears with. A low guttural moan ripped out of him, something he truly didn't know could actually come from his mouth, though it was greatly muffled by the pillow.
His body practically gave up any attempt at pulling away from the sensation behind him, left to rot on the bed while his insides were rocked with each thrust Chuuya fucked into him.
Chuuya grunted very little as he trained the other's body to take him fully, the loud filtered moan drawing his deepest desire to the surface..
His hand found the length of Dazai's hair, pulling the Brunette's head back, exposing all those nice sounds without the pillow in the way. And that was the next step in their copulation. Chuuya would say this was just practice. The real fun began when his hips sped up, smacking up against Dazai's backside, leaving Dazai to choke out a pathetic whine.
"Fuhhh, chu- chuuya-"
Dazai's slurred voice begged out the other's name, though it seemed like even he didn't know what he was begging for.
The slapping of wet skin on skin, and the friction of their bodies definitely heated the normally cold bed right up.
Chuuya's ears burned red along with his face, Dazai truly was a beautiful creature.
"Okay, lover boy.. let's see if I can find it" he mummbled under his breath as he slowly began inching his hips into different angles, searching for those special nerves deep inside that could make even the most depressed people see stars.
Perfect medicine for Dazai.
Dazai sputtered and moaned as he closed his dark eyes, blurred with tears, and a snotty face, only a chuuya could love. He was in more of a trance, the motions of the other's body, somewhat soothing to the ache inside, and it felt.. nice.. it was hot, and warm, and tingly-
Suddenly his head shot up on its own! A sharp wail breaking out as he launched himself forward, a new found energy drawing into his body while he grabbed onto the headboard with a vice grip.
"Found it-" Chuuya smiled mildly as he grabbed ahold of Dazai's shoulder, pulling him back from the headboard.
"Fuck, you're a lively one huh? Look at you beautiful"
Chuuya panted, working up a sweat as he held the frantic man below him down, all while relentlessly fucking into his body, ignoring all the little cries and begs underneath him.
"Give up, let me make you feel good, you've already made a mess on my sheets. Just give in to me. Let me have it. Let me have control" chuuya whispered against the brunette's ear, tempting him with something he's never given willingly before.
Control.
Dazai Sniveled and gasped for air as he was held so endearingly, though the progrrssing stimulation to his prostate made his mind explode with so many blinding colors, he thought he would pass out. It was far to persistent every hit, and a Jolt shot up his spine every damn time.
Dazai leaned his head back as he ran through all his feelings, things he never wanted to think about, and what desires he buried long ago. And God this felt so good. This fucking prick broke him, he was tearing him apart, and made him want to be fucked. Chuuya was right, He was a bitch in heat.
Slowly his torso fell back down to the soft fabric, back in the pretty position on all fours. Laying his head on the side as he breathed in shakily.
"Please.. take.. me"
He muttered, barely a whisper.
Folding his arms behind his back as the last thing keeping him from freedom of choice.
And Chuuya was thrilled. Finally. After years, he broke into the boy who tried to run away with his heart. And now he was laid out so prettily for him. He easily took the offer of the other's arms, holding onto them with a light grip to mind the wounds.
And using the leverage to fuck into Dazai like he meant it, hard, Rough, give Dazai exactly what he wanted. To feel.
Dazai's rugged moans turned low and feral the more he was pushed towards the edge, without release, the deep carnal pleasure built up n' up n' up, his belly stirred with the promise of pleasure, and he damn near saw fireworks with the way his prostate was banged into until-
His Body tensed, face frozen in a silent scream as his body came, thick white ropes of cum falling onto the sheets, certainly soiled with his filth. But it didn't end, the man behind him was breathing heavy and uneven, but he was chasing his own high, and the overestimulation just about killed Dazai, his body heaving and pulling away as if he could escape the wrath of Chuuya.
"Ah! Ah- ah- too much- too much- chuuya, oh god, Chuuya!" Dazai begged and pleaded into the night frantically pulling as his ass was ravaged. Chuuya's breath loud as he bore down on Dazai, using all his weight to keep him pinned.
"Haaa.. just like that, keep saying my name-" Chuuya swallowed hard.
Dazai begged louder "Chuuyaaa!- chuuya- please- chuuya please-" he felt so lost. What was he begging for?
Chuuya's brows furrowed and muscles strained as he focused on the other's words, his dick twitching one, two, three times, before his load shot deep inside Dazai's ruined hole, now a proud reminder that Dazai was his.
And he Halted, the mess below him still sputtering out little moans and begging, 'please please please' he repeated, but Dazai looked so tuckered out, he wondered if he was dreaming.
Chuuya took some time to regain his breath before he carefully pulled Dazai up into his embrace, petting that mop of brown hair. "Shhh, there you go, you did so well for me, Mackerel" Chuuya endearingly comforted, fingers running through the hair as Dazai's tear stained face peeked his eyes open to see the love and devotion splayed across Chuuya's face, and he absolutely cracked, a shrill cry breaking out from his cold exterior, arms wrapping around Chuuya tightly as if he would disappear too.
He was practically crawled onto Chuuya's lap as he cried against the Gingers shoulder, hiccuping in exhaustion.
Chuuya absolutely absorbed the other's raw real emotions, rubbing soothing circles against his boney back, lightly rocking the other in his arms.
"My 'Samu... such a good boy, my boy" he whispered quietly, letting the man cry his heart out.
The tears poured and Chuuya was there through it all, letting him cry as he attempted to clean the other up all over again. "I love you Osamu"
Chuuya finally said as he heard the cries begin to die down, the manchild pulling back enough to stare down at Chuuya like he grew two heads. His face was a sight to see. Snot running down his nose, tears and red puffy eyes as his lip quivered.
"Huh?- how... I'm.. I'm Awful"
The Brunette looked just about to burst into another fit of sobs, tears welling up in his amber eyes, much less dark than usual.
Chuuya held the other's face firmly. "Ah. Awful? My Osamu? Never."
He shook his head, placing a gentle kiss against Dazai's salty lips, feeling a slight pull back, worried for a moment that maybe... Dazai didn't feel the same..
But once he pulled back, he watched As Dazai quickly used his sleeve to wipe his face vigorously, then his lips.
"No- I'm so gross... yucky" he shook his head, smiling all giddy, that Dazai deep inside peaking out again.
Chuuya couldn't help but laugh, pulling the other back into a kiss. "Yeah.. a little gross. But that's okay"
He reassured, patting the other's back as he carefully got up from the bed, picking the other up and into his arms.
"I think we should yet you cleaned up, then, you can lay down and sleep, I can make you something to eat?" He offered, the Brunette nodding along as he rested his face into the other's shoulder.
His mood greatly improved.
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Finale
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It was long late into the night, there was a quite rumble of thunder, and the sprinkling of rain trickling down the large window, the lights were out, and Dazai and Chuuya were quietly nestled in the sheets of the bed, a fresh pair replaced on the bed, for both Dazai and Chuuya's comfort.
Dazai had been all cleaned up, except barely able to walk, but he managed to get back to bed, treated to a meal of rice and curry by chuuya, then they got to lay down.
Soothing circles were being rubbed over Dazai's back, as he listened to the rain.. it was peaceful, not gloomy like it was before..
His eyes glanced toward Chuuya's face as he scooted forward, close as he could to the half sleeping man.
"Chuuya-" he whispered, wondering if he'd get a reply, and to his surprise, he did.
The other's eyes opened, soft and loving as he pulled his hand back to run through the other's brown hair instead.
"Hm?"
He returned.
Dazai took a moment before he smiled.
"I love you too"
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The end