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Ever since they were but small children- correction: blood lusting children, rather foolish children, wicked children, children who simply couldn’t keep up with the definition of “normal”- Dazai and Chuuya traded secrets. It was a game they frequently played when silence spread its wings and cast a shade of boredom upon the two.
Dazai would start first, gesturing Chuuya to crawl towards his direction despite the fact that they were unsupervised and the brothel was doing nothing but collecting dust. He’d whisper into Chuuya’s ear, a white noise ringing in the redhead’s ear as listened and sometimes, let his eyes widen ever so slightly. The shrinking of cerulean blue irises was always something Dazai enjoyed; the corners of his lips would always rise into a small grin of satisfaction as Chuuya gasped a near-silent breath or whipped his head around, eyes sparkling as he shrieked “Really?!” in anticipation. Then the brunette would nod, giggling under his breath.
After that was Chuuya’s turn to spit out a confession. His secrets were usually things that only he and the courtesans, or something even Kouyou, knew. It played more as confiscated information than secrets, but that didn’t mean Dazai enjoyed hearing it any less.
Some of Dazai’s secrets were silly things such as, “Yume-kun burned his hands again, a mafioso went crazy after that,” or “I keep seeing Mori-san hang around a rather odd man in a scarf, he had a cool katana at his side and seemed to be very irritated at Mori-san’s dumb jokes.”
Then Chuuya would nod and spill out his enigmas that weren’t supposed to be told, but holding his tongue wasn’t a known skill for the redhead. “I got a glimpse of what Hinoka-san does with her client, one who comes along to the brothel frequently,” and “Mori-san is really bad at French, just saying, he wishes he can be as good as Kouyou-neesan and me but it doesn’t look like he can ever reach that level of fluentness”
“That’s ‘cause Mori-san is stupid!” Dazai had interrupted, sticking out his tongue and furrowing his brows in disgust. “He’s stupid and he’s really bad at flirting with people! I’ve seen him try it. It was absolutely repulsive!”
Chuuya chuckled sweetly at the boy’s sudden exclamation, causing the brunette’s shouts to die down to a mere grumble. “But really…” Dazai hissed as he brought his knees to his chest, “he’s ill-advised and nauseating…”
Chuuya had never come to understand why Dazai hated Mori so much; the man destroyed the anarchy of the mafia until it was all but an organization that kept its title of chaos, but not to a degree where all guns were pointed at their heads. The boss before Mori was war-hungry and lawless, seeking nothing but turmoil and destruction. Chuuya never met the previous boss, for he was far too busy being shipped from France to Yokohama on a boat of memories he didn’t want to keep.
Dazai was another story, though. Mori had taken in Dazai at a young age, he was trained by the doctor to grow up as the mafia’s strongest weapon, torturing his own mental state and sharpening his reflexes until he was untouchable.
He was the older man’s personal pet, his assassin and second-hand man.
That was, until he had witnessed Mori slit the throat of his own superior.
From that day on, Dazai kept quiet about everything. It was like he stitched his mouth tight, refusing to speak a single sentence regarding Mori or any information that Chuuya wasn’t aware of.
This both confused and exasperated the redhead.
“Why won’t you tell me?” Chuuya was already fuming with rage, his face flushed with the purest and rawest form of ire melded with betrayal.
Dazai only stared wistfully at the other male, dull eyes full of remorse. He only shook his head for a reply, “I can’t…”
“Don’t give me that ‘ I can’t’ bullshit!” Chuuya snapped, the embers that burned behind his eyes igniting into fires powerful enough to burn oceans. “You’re hiding something and you’re keeping it from me! You’re twisting the truth and isolating yourself from everything you ever knew, I don’t even recognize you!”
Chuuya was out of breath at this point, small tears welling in his eyes as he stared at Dazai, whose wall of glass completely shattered to ruins. He bit his lip once, a sad grin curling on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. Twice.
“I see,” the brunette laughed, but it wasn’t a genuine laugh that Chuuya snickered along with, nor was it a grim chuckle that slipped from his lips when he dirtied his hands with the blood of others. It was something… pitiful . Something that clawed its way out of his throat and caused sin to drip from his bleeding lips. This wasn’t something that Chuuya was used to hearing.
“Mori-san… did something rather…” he struggled to pick the words - or rather, choke them out. “ Malicious .”
He gazed at the ground for a second before shaking his head, “That’s not the word, rather... horrid - or maybe even atrocious . Ah, yes, that’s it.”
“Ougai Mori is atrocious.”
He never said why, but he seemed to feel powerful about his words. These were not mere lies that he said with a troubling smile and shining eyes, these were words that could cut through steel and reopen wounds. These were words that he carried with malice and spite. But never did he say why .
Time traveled on and at this point, Dazai and Chuuya were anything but small children. They weren’t blood lusting children; rather foolish children, wicked children, or children who simply couldn’t keep up with the definition of “normal”. They were none of these, for they were considered high class mafiosos, a special force that struck terror within the walls of the HQ. They were a duo known as “Double Black”, and they had no issues with carving that name into the skin of their enemies.
Dazai and Chuuya weren’t just any pair of partners, they were something that people wished to understand, they were two people who had seen the most rotten souls and destroyed the most powerful men. They were on top, but only when together.
The brunette was an executive and the redhead was his dog. Though, if you were to address him as Dazai’s dog than you would have a high chance of leaving that room with five fewer teeth and three fewer fingers. Chuuya was no dog to anyone, he wasn’t Dazai’s bitch of any sort and he didn’t belong to Dazai under any circumstance.
“Chuuya~ we have some extra time since I wrote out our mission report,” Dazai bumped shoulders with the other male, angering him at the slightest. “Would hanging out at the bar wipe that grimace off your face? I hate to see my Chuuya so angry.”
The redhead only rolled his eyes, “Fine, but if Mori-san has to tell me that it isn’t remotely finished then I will kick your ass on a personal level,” he growled, causing the brunette to chuckle a bit.
“I’m so scared~” he cooed before ruffling Chuuya’s rust curls and getting his hand slapped. “Ah, but I’ll have to carry your sorry ass home when you get too drunk to walk,”
They would pull nights like this frequently, and it always ended the same: Dazai would take Chuuya to the bar or vice versa in order to relieve some stress through a drink. One or sometimes even both would get completely wasted, drunk enough to a degree where they couldn’t even see straight or walk more than two steps before collapsing. Then they’d end up staying at the other’s house, but not before one- and “one” was always Dazai- made the other feel like fiery heaven through caresses and smooth kisses that spilled out every emotion except for affection.
On rare occasions, they’d have to call a taxi home, that wasn’t a problem until the taxi driver despised the two for muttering things that nobody wanted to hear.
Sometimes it was fine because they’d speak to each other in French, but the majority of the time, the driver would snatch the money in anger from what he had to sit through. Then they’d stumble into their rooms and fumble with the key, working desperately at the buttons of each other’s shirts and the belts of each other’s pants.
After that was a blur that neither of them could ever recall unless Dazai was the sober one during the night. They both knew what they were doing but didn’t care to ever speak of it. In reality, it wasn’t precaution that they lacked, but trepidation that had overgrown and sunk into their chests. Neither of them wanted to remember what they did in fear that the other would hate them - scratch that out - loathe them.
It was half-past eleven and Chuuya was already rambling about how he should have been executive and how Dazai was nothing but a worthless piece of shit who didn’t deserve his ranking. The brunette only swayed side to side, mumbling under his breath and eyeing Chuuya with a special glint in his eye that the redhead couldn’t spot because he was too busy yelling and slamming his fist against the counter.
“What’s so good a-about Dazai anyway?!” He nearly shrieked the question, “I deserve to be executive because I do all the work!”
“Besides, you can’t say he’s good at kissing! I’m obviously the one who’ll have him wrapped around my finger with a single kiss,”
That was the only statement that Dazai caught. His eyes averted to Chuuya’s eyes, then his lips, “I believe that I can prove you wrong…” his voice was a low mutter, something close to an animalistic growl.
Before Chuuya could let another word out, Dazai grabbed his collar and smashed their lips together. Their lips instantly locked and Chuuya’s eyes shut tight, he moaned into the other male’s mouth when fingers started to trail down his hip and snap his waistband against his hip. The redhead pulled away and snarled dangerously, his eyes barely concealing a fiery abhorrence. He drew his head back and threw his forehead into Dazai’s face, a blunt collision of their skulls drawing out a noise that sent the iciest chills running down the backs of those who were sober enough to hear.
A mix of deep ocean and amethyst colored itself on Chuuya’s forehead as he observed Dazai’s stunned expression through half-lidded eyes. This was different then the type of half-lidded stare Chuuya gave to Dazai when his hand was pressed against his chest as his lowered lashes covered almost the entirety of his cerulean orbs. Blood poured from his nostril and upper lip, it caked his face and dusted a glow of scarlet onto his cheeks.
“What was that for?” He wiped the blood from his face, looking at the obscure amount of blood that clung to the cuff of his sleeve and the back of his hand.
“ That was for being the biggest asshole in the world,” Chuuya licked his upper lip and grinned widely.
Dazai only grimaced, holding his head back while searching for napkins to soak up the blood. Chuuya shot him a flirtatious look and he glared back, grabbing a fistful of his red curls and gazing into his eyes. Malice flickered from eye to eyes and Chuuya merely smirked like he knew what he was doing. “You’re on thin ice, Chuuya. There’s barely anything stopping me from dragging you home by the hair and fucking you blind,”
“Try me,” were the only words that Chuuya replied with, shattering the world paper-thin ice that was Dazai’s patience.
The brunette forced open his mouth with his fingers and the redhead gladly accepted the digits down his throat. A small choking sound crawled out of his mouth when a pill was placed on the back of his tongue. Dazai pulled back his fingers and watched as Chuuya scratched at his neck until his eyelids drifted down, his world spiraling into blackness.
Chuuya’s eyesight blurred and darkened until a burning sensation made its way to his throat and wrists. He screamed, but nothing seemed to be heard, all was ignored except the ocean of curses towards the brunette who had probably put him here.
“Hey! Asshole! This isn’t a joke!” Chuuya hollered, squirming and feeling a rough burn scratch his wrists. After five minutes of struggling, he realized that he had been tied up. The rope left red marks imprinted in his ivory skin and hurt more than hell.
A small chuckle echoed through the darkness of the room and Dazai pulled the blinds, revealing a ray of moonlight that poured in through the window and cast light upon the two. Chuuya was already in his boxers, not surprising at the least. “Struggling I see, that’s rather ordinary for my little Chuuya~”
Through his still lasting daze and overwhelming fury, the redhead let out an animalistic growl and kicked his legs, only to yelp as Dazai grabbed his thighs and spread his legs open. He licked his lips maliciously and watched as the male under him squirmed and bared his teeth.
“My, my, how verbal you are~” Dazai grinned and kissed Chuuya’s ankle, “I’ll make sure to wrench more of those noises you.”
He dipped down to bite down on the hem of Chuuya’s boxers, successfully pulling them off while maintaining perfect eye contact. Chuuya squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing as he felt the cold rush of air around his bare skin. He gasped lightly when the empty feeling was replaced with warmth around his cock, slick and pleasurable with teeth barely scraping against the sides.
“Oi… you piece of shit…” Chuuya mumbled in between gasps, his fingers twitching for something to hold, to grab, to yank . Dazai hums a small reply, looking up at Chuuya through his lashes.
“Yes, my dear?” he smiles when the redhead’s length is no longer in his mouth. Dazai runs his tongue along the slit and watches in endearment as Chuuya trembles with gratification. With a couple of twitches of his cock, Chuuya’s close to coming already. “Hm? I thought you could last longer than this…”
With a moan and the strong tilt of his head, Chuuya came. The brunette lapped up some of the cum that slid down the side of the other’s length, eyes flickering with licentious plans that almost scared Chuuya. The remaining cum would be scooped up with two fingers and lodged down Chuuya’s throat. He groaned as tears started to well in his eyes; Dazai was giving him quite the punishment tonight.
“You're a naughty boy for testing my word, I must say,” Dazai purred, then took his digits out and let Chuuya breathe for the first time in what felt like eternity. Without a single warning, he rammed those dripping fingers into his puckered hole. Chuuya moaned instantly and tipped his head, his back arched like a mountain as he cried.
“F-Fuck!” He yelped, nails leaving bright red imprints in his palms as his fingers curled. Dazai only tilted his head and began pounding his two fingers into Chuuya, listening to the sweet sounds that poured out of his bruised lips.
Dazai leaned up to press his lips against the other male’s beating pulse, cold lips caressing hot skin. He listened to Chuuya’s sweet moans and yearned for the feeling of his cock inside of the other male’s widened hole. After the redhead’s moans started to die out and replace themselves with a mix of heavy and light pants, Dazai pulled out his fingers and deeply kissed Chuuya as he rammed his throbbing cock into him.
Chuuya screamed within the kiss, his shrill-like voice muffled by Dazai’s lips against his own. He bit the brunette’s bottom lip promptly, smirking when Dazai yelped with a sharp pain followed by the tang of copper running from his cut lip.
“You little….” He growled and grabbed Chuuya’s hips, pulling out and slamming back in with a brute strength that drove Chuuya past the edge. The redhead clawed at his back, sending waves of pain and desire through his nerves when his nails dug into and scored any inch of skin that wasn’t concealed by bandages.
Dazai’s lips glazed over the rosy skin of Chuuya’s shoulder, moving to his neck and marking him with different flowers of indigo and cobalt that bloomed on his skin. His brain was clouded with lust and want, desire and need . Absolute need. An inky darkness that was Chuuya’s pupil could have engulfed his cerulean blue irises in black. Wine red trickled down his pale neck, teeth marks sinking into his skin and branding him with Dazai Dazai Dazai .
Everything shifted to a blur of colors and groans, Chuuya’s lashes fell heavy on his face as he watched Dazai fuck him mercilessly. His voice had died down to mere muster of whines and pleads while Dazai grew ruthless with urge to make him bleed.
“Fuck- baby…” The brunette whispered raspily into the redhead’s ear, biting the shell of his ear lightly and letting go of hips to grab his thighs. “You were made for this, darling… you were made for me…”
Chuuya was too busy drowning in ecstasy to fully process Dazai’s words, then he felt a heat surge through him as he stuttered and moaned. “D-Dazai… I’m going to-“
He cut himself off with a gasp as the other male wrapped his hand around his neglected cock and started pumping him as roughly as he pulled and rammed inside him. “Use your words, sweetheart,” he snarled.
“I’m- ah- I’m coming!” Chuuya’s entire body arched and trembled as ribbons of white covered his and Dazai’s stomach. Dazai nipped at his collarbone as he keened with moans, drawing more cries out of him before releasing as well.
“I’ll fill you up, Chuuya~” Dazai purred into Chuuya’s skin, filling the other male to the brim and pulling out afterward. They basked in their afterglow for a couple minutes, gathering air back into their lungs and deeming this the best sex they’ve ever had in a long time.
Chuuya could barely breathe, eyes glossy and head fuzzy. He was ready to pass out when Dazai smiled at him with that twinkling smile he couldn’t quite make out, especially in his dizziness. Dazai chuckled under his breath and pulling back a couple strands of russet hair that were splayed over Chuuya’s eyes. This wasn’t the behavior that the redhead was used to, no, especially after the other male “punished” him for testing his patience. But this was different, this was something sweet, something soft, something…. gentle .
“Hey,” his voice caught Chuuya off guard, his eyes instantly snapped to those honey brown orbs, “do you want to know a secret?"
This was beyond different, surprising, even. Chuuya nodded slowly, swallowing down a mix of fear and anticipation. Dazai’s eyes flickered with delight, something that, like always, Chuuya wasn’t used to. That was the thing about the brunette, he was always so charismatic but melancholic at the same time. He was a walking secret, a creature whose disguise only unraveled to reveal a brand new mystery. Even though Chuuya knew him since they were but small, wicked, foolish children, he knew nothing of him. Dazai was just a code waited to be deciphered and Chuuya was the only one who could read the writing.
“Yes…” Chuuya felt the corners of his lips pull up into a small smile, “I’d like to know a secret,”
Dazai’s lashes fluttered as he repeated that soft giggle; benevolent, childish, warm, loving . “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” He stretched out his hand ever so slightly, curling all fingers but his pinky. The redhead’s own pinky locked with his and he said in the smallest, almost voiceless whisper,
“I love you.”